#and he just. fucking Went Off On Them because the idea of having a vagina didn't make the OP want to vomit like this person did?????????????

[spitblaze]

i sorta wish i could go back in time to 2013-2015 tumblr where transmed trans people would be weirdly antagonistic on the posts of other trans people who were like........expressing themselves in any way that wasn’t ‘my body is a prison and i hate my genitals and being trans is a curse’ and dropkick every single one of them

[icedmatchatae]

Good for Me | KTH

Pairing: Bad Boy Taehyung x Wholesome Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, PWP (porn with plot LMAO),

Summary: You went home for the weekend, leaving a pissed-off and bruised-up Taehyung dry and devastated. So what does he do?—follow you home. Insane? Probs, but you’re always good for him so why not?

Warning: OC’s parents are those strict nosy parents who still tell you what to do even if you’re 50 years+, mentions of Christianity hfrowhouw SUE ME, i have no idea what oc and tae are but you know there’s something, mentions of violence, blood, fighting, sneaky sneaky, dom tae x subby reader but tae is needy and whipped for her, he’s just a little shit, tae has a favorite curse word—it’s fuck, TAEHYUNG IS HUGE AND HUNG, aggressive handling (but oc consented), degradation/praise combo, pet names (because I’m a simp), oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, spanking, tae enjoys seeing oc cry, licking, i think i have an obsession with orgasm control/denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), cream pie, cum play, the ending though MWAHAHAHAH

Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: I’m adding on for the taewhores and also wrote one lol BLAME THE FUCKING ELLE COVERS BECAUSE THIS SHOT OUT OF MY BLEEDING VAGINA DJDBDBSB I’M REPENTING AFTER THIS also cross-posted on AO3. Posting this at 2AM because that's when the feral wolf comes out :D

“You know ___, you shouldn’t be going out and partying. What if you do drugs and we don’t know? You know you should focus on yo—”

“Dad, for the last time, I’ve been focusing on my studies.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting a whole ‘nother lecture when you’re here, and you got here today! “I rarely go out too, plus if I do, I know I have to finish my work! You’ve seen my grades!”

“Yes, I know but still. Those worldly activities won’t get you anywhere in life but trouble.” Your dad expressed his continuous concern for you. He can’t help that you were his youngest. “Especially with boys! I mean your sisters have boyfriends but we don’t want that for y—”

“Dad, please. Nothing’s going on with me.” You semi-lied. You pinched the bridge of your nose before you stared exhaustingly at him. “It’s also not fair, but I don’t want to get into that.” You muttered under your breath as your father rested his hands on his hips.

“I’m just worried about you, sweet pea, especially since you’re farther away from us than your sisters were.” He reasoned worryingly. “We rarely hear from you too.”

“Because I’m just tired and I’m usually studying.” You shrugged. “I’m safe, okay? If I’m not, I know to call you or mom.”

“Fine…” He still didn’t look convinced, but it was enough to end it…for today only. “I always pray for your safety regardless. You should get some sleep since we’re waking up early tomorrow for the church fellowship.”

“I still don’t know why you wanted me to come for the weekend.” It was random and unexpected. But your father called you a couple of days back telling you to come back home for the weekend, so as a good and obedient daughter, you did.

“Of course, you needed to come.” He said like it was obvious. “As the pastor of the church and the one who’s hosting it, I’d like all my children to come.”

“But why aren’t the other two here?” You questioned. You haven’t seen your two older sisters yet.

“I mean they live around the area, unlike you since you’re hours away. We figured that they’ll meet us over there.” He responded. 

Great, you were the only one and had to deal with both of your parents for the entire weekend alone. At least your mom was already sleeping, but once she wakes up, it’ll only be twice as worse.

“Alright, well, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” You announced before hugging him. “Good night, love you.”

“Love you too, sweet pea, and remember, dear, the Lord is watching.” Your father pointed upwards, indicating the invisible yet existent one. You gulped before nodding obediently and going under your sheets. Before he left your room, he held the doorknob and said, “No boys, and don’t forget to pray!”

“Okay.” You didn’t even bother to look at him as you were situating yourself comfortably in bed. The bedroom lights were clicked off, yet the only light source was your bedside lamp. You heard your door closed shut and the sounds of his heavy footsteps disappeared away from your room before letting out a relieving sigh.

You don’t even know how long you could keep like this. There were many reasons why you wanted to be away for college, and this was one of them. You cheered yourself on right now, knowing that it’s just this weekend and you’ll be back in your freedom in no time.

This was where prayer came in handy, asking for the amount of strength and patience you’ll need with your parents. But it was all interrupted by the blue light and vibrations coming from your phone resting on your nightstand. This sigh you let out was more exasperated than before. You turned your head in that direction. You couldn’t really what was on it at this angle, but you definitely knew who it was.

You snatched your phone to find the 43 messages, 12 missed calls, and 2 voicemails from the one and only Kim Taehyung.

You honestly don’t know how you got into this mess, or how you weren’t able to get him away (probably because you still wanted him to be within reach). But the cycle continued.

It was probably because you were new to that town, having no background about your new hometown, and usually, those who lived there continued to stay there. You were fresh meat. But don’t get it wrong, people were nice and brought you in like you were always part of the community. You found new friends, even living with a girl who treated you so sweetly and caringly. It almost felt like they wanted to protect you from something…or rather someone.

That happened to be Taehyung.

You see here, folks. Kim Taehyung had a…infamous reputation. His name always got a reaction since the day he came into the world. What that meant was people were afraid of him. He grew up as a delinquent, had some family issues, got into loads of trouble, got suspended from school, was shipped to boarding school but got expelled and came back, and even got into countless fights. You recalled someone mentioning he once beaten his teacher up because he got a low grade that he shouldn’t have deserved.

He tended to get what he wanted. It didn’t help the fact that he came from a pretty well-off family, so whatever he did, it didn’t reach the police. Right? Fucking rich people.

Nevertheless, Taehyung’s behavior with or without his familial status was rogue. There have been rumors about him getting into gangs, drugs, you know the typical dark side of society. You couldn’t confirm nor deny it because despite his willingness to tell you, you never wanted to hear anything about it. Ignorance was bliss under this circumstance.

With that being said, when you first came here, you were instantly warned to stay away from him or else…You reasoned with, “or else what?” But then they proceeded to say the same things to you—he was dangerous, he harms others, he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, if you’re in his way, he’ll wipe your entire existence away, and your life would get fucked up.

You did in fact listen and stayed away. You rarely knew of him or even saw him around, but it was better safe than sorry. Of course, fate begged to differ. 

Oh, that’s right. That’s how you got into this mess. You were partners with him in a general requirement course, and then after briefly talking to him, you realized he wasn’t all that bad.

First off, the dude was immaculate looking, like, who wouldn’t want to stare at his chiseled features? Yeah, he stared intensely almost like he wanted to kill you, but it affected you in other ways. His voice was cavernous and velvet like you wanted him to read the Bible to you.

He looked annoyed, yet he was a chill dude. There you thought—give him a chance and a break.

Oh boy, you thought wrong. So so wrong.

But did you love it? Absolutely.

This was why you needed to repent.

You didn’t even bother reading his texts. You decided to call him and annoyingly sat up from your comfortable position. The call didn’t even ring twice because, after the first one, he answered immediately.

“Petal, where the fuck are you?” He shouted through the phone. You squinted to yourself but weren’t as affected by his tone since you were used to it by now.

“I went home for the weekend.” You simply replied.

“And didn’t fucking bother to tell me?”

“It was a last-minute thing, and it slipped my mind.” You shrugged, then you pulled your blankets off of you to get up and habitually pace around the room while you talked. “Plus, you don’t have any authority to know where I am.”

“I absolutely do have the authority whether you like it or not.”

“Ew, red flag, why?” 

“I need to know if you’re safe.” His voice subsided this time, knowing he was probably pouting yet you couldn’t see it. Okay, this was rather valid since you were associated with the bad boy of the town.

“Well, I am safe. I’m away from school and all of that.” You blushed, feeling the butterflies in your stomach. “I’m with my parents too. My holy parents, might I add.” 

“Right, holy parents and your holy sisters who got married to other holy men.” You could hear the sarcasm leaving his mouth. “Yet there’s nothing holy about their slutty little girl and the man that’s been fucking her to hell.”

“Shhhhh, don’t say stuff like that, Taehyung!” You whisperingly yelled as you stopped your pacing to clench your legs together. You always hated how much of a potty mouth he was. Though you internally loved it. “You know I don’t like that.”

“Come on, Petal. I’m just lightening up my mood, especially since you left me.”

“I won’t be gone for that long. It’s only the weekend, and I’ll be back in no time.” You resumed your pace before standing in front of your window with your back facing it. 

“That’s too long for me to not have you.”

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do!”

“You can come back, Petal.”

“No, I can’t!” You shook your head. “My parents will get mad if I leave, for a boy too.”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to let you take.”

“Taetae, no!” You were trying to stand your ground. You already had four lectures with your parents, you can’t argue with him right now. “I need to sleep, it’s getting late too!”

Though his heart fluttered at the use of the nickname, he was getting pissed off that you weren’t being a good girl for him. “Babydoll, be careful with your words. I’m warning you.” His voice went an octave down, shocking your body especially your cunt. Even hundreds of kilometers away, he had such a powerful effect on you.

“I am being careful! With everything. Now please, I have to get up early tomorrow. Good night, okay Taetae? I’m sorry.” You rushed your words in fear that you were getting too loud that your parents might hear.

“This isn’t ov—” You didn’t let him finish because you decided that this conversation was over. You didn’t want to get into trouble on both ends, but your parents scared you more than him. They’ll probably want to purify you if they found out you were stained by the lustful demon-like Taehyung.

Despite ending the call, here came Taehyung calling you over and over again. You could not be bothered with it, so you settled it back onto your nightstand. You were exhausted, frustrated, and horny, but sleep was above all right now. You had to bite your tongue and go to bed.

You were about to get back into your sheets when suddenly your window from the second level of the house opened, and a gust of wind pushed its way inside. Your head snapped back at the speed of light, then a large palm covered your entire mouth before you could scream your heart out.

Though in low light, your wild widened eyes saw his face.  But what sparked you was his concerning appearance. While disheveled ebony hair was pushed back with little strands falling off his forehead, yet there was a deep cut with dried-up blood around its corners. Hues of purple and yellow covered his rich eyes that gleamed in the night whilst glaring deeply into your soul. The perfect bridge of his curved nose had another pained gash. His ever-so-plumped lips were peeled and split open and the corner of his mouth held bruising. Despite all, he looked so perfect in your dazed eyes.

“Good night, okay Taetae?” At a lower volume, he mimicked your voice at a higher pitch than how you actually sounded. He dropped his hand off of you and started waving both hands around. “Oh, look, I’m ___. I need my rest to go to church with my pastor dad and repent all the nasty shit I do with my Taetae.”

You didn’t even bother to point out how he was inaccurately impersonating you because you were shushing him to shut up. “Taehyung, be quiet. My parents could hear you.” You shook your head, eyes shifting from the closed door to him. Then you realized it wasn’t locked, so you rushed there to lock it immediately. You checked the knob and once it didn’t budge, you peered back at the frustrated man standing tall and intimidating. “How did you even find me?”

“I always find you.” He snorted as his eyes roamed around your childhood bedroom. Very pink with an unhealthy amount of plushies scattered around and you had so many pictures of your family. Not to mention the Bible at your desk. “We also share each other’s location.”

“I don’t even look at yours.”

“That’s your fault.” He retorted back.

“Taetae, you’re all bruised up!” You gasped as you finally saw patches of blood stains on his denim and army fabric jacket. A sleeve was torn and ripped. His knuckles held more bruising cuts and discoloration. You couldn’t even process that he had no shirt underneath because battered markings painted his torso. It wasn’t unusual to see him like this because these things occurred regularly but never made you less at ease. You reached for his hands and inspected for any other cuts and bleeding. “Noo, do you feel like you have a concussion? Is your head also okay? Will you need stitches agai—“

Out of nowhere, his long fingers grasped under your jaw, pulling you closer to his face. His grip tightened, causing you to wince in pain. Dang, he was so furious. Not bothering to answer you, he interrupted your worries. “Now the fuck you were doing, talking back at me and hanging up? You’re not being a good girl right now.”

Though you were in a light panic for him, you didn’t like when he scolded you like that. You frowned profoundly, “I-I’m a good girl, Taetae.” Your cheeks were puffed and squishy, he even struggled to put a hard exterior.

You were always so soft even before him. You didn’t like getting scolded despite hearing numerous lectures from your parents. You always wanted to be obedient to those you loved. 

However, Taehyung’s scoldings hit a little differently.

“Oh yeah, does a good girl leave their man without permission?” Taehyung patronized you, he knew how to get you to fear him. You merely shook your head and apologized, but he wasn’t having it. “Words, Petal. Speak up.”

“No, they don’t. I-I’m sorry, Taehyung.”

He lets out a dark chuckle before he pressed his injured lips to your forehead. They felt soft and warm on your skin. “I don’t think you’re sorry, babydoll. Seems like the bad girl needs to be punished.”

You shook your head, lips pushing out into a pout. “No, please.” You breathed. “My paren—”

Taehyung tutted and rolled his eyes before using the hand that held your face to coerce your head down so you can drop down to your knees. “Kneel before me, slut.”

You whimpered weakly as your knees landed on the ground with a loud thud. Your palmed rested in front of his dirtied boots. Your heart palpitated fast in fear of getting caught, but your mind was preoccupied with the unexpected slap from the man before you.

You bit your lips deeply, trying not to make any more sounds. The tears in your eyes threatened to be released but you also held back by squeezing your eyes shut. More so to not give Taehyung satisfaction. But when you peeled them back open and looked up, it was over for you.

He leered down at you, his stone demeanor expanded by the second. You noticed his naked chest raising harshly from the breaths he took. You immediately felt smaller and smaller the longer you stared at each other in this position.

“Be a good girl and take my cock out”. He commanded as he threaded his fingers through your hair and yanked you closer. “Now.”

You didn’t hesitate any longer. Your trembling hands tugged his belt off. You tried your best to quicken up the pace, but it seemed to hold you back as you struggled with the button pants and zipper. Taehyung noticed too so he fastened his grip on you to tell you to hurry up, making you weep.

“S-sorry.” You apologized quietly but it wasn’t enough for him. Once you pulled his pants down, you were met with a familiar bulge in his underwear. When you freed him, his monstrous dick slapped his toned stomach and bounced before you.

Taehyung never failed to amaze you with how colossal he was. The first time you saw it you wanted to run away, but he caught you and you got hooked. His darkened mushroom head was huge while the base was thick and his curved length was long and veiny. It was the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and seemed that God blessed him very well. 

Nothing happened between the two of you yet but the slit of his tip pearled fluids. You gawked agape with your mouth parted and tongue swiping your lips. His dick twitched, waiting for you to do something but you were too mesmerized.

Impatiently, using his unoccupied hand, he seized your jaw again, keeping your mouth open. “You’re fucking taking too long.” It didn’t take him long to bring your lips to his cock and push all of him in one motion.

You let out a muffled cry with watery eyes. If the tears fell before, they sure did now.  Your throat muscles throbbed around him from the unexpected slamming.  You gagged painfully, especially since his blunt head hit the back of your throat. Your mouth produced trickling drool all over him and down your chin. You were by no means prepared, but Taehyung didn’t seem bothered as he began his harsh pace.

You held onto his muscular thighs. You were crying so much but your sobs were smothered by the cruel thrusts of his rabid cock. Despite the sting, the actions sent a flood to your thin underwear. The familiar warmth covered your stomach, clenching your thighs together for some pressure on your poor leaking cunt.

“Fuck, Petal. Shit.” He cursed lowly. His cavernous moans echoed through the air. “Look at me.” His order sounded like a threat. He stopped his movements; his cock halfway in your mouth. When you opened your heavy lids, he looked so hot and bothered even in your blurry vision. “My pretty girl.” His thumb wiped off the trail of tears. 

You were always pretty in his eyes, smiling, and laughing, even when you get angry at his annoying ass. But he especially thought you were pretty when he made you cry like this. 

Then he went back to bobbing your head brutally on him. Your nails scratched his thighs, leaving indents on them. You retched again, spit drenching all over him. “Fucking amazing for a slut like you. Is this what you wanted, since you’re a fucking bad girl?”

You wanted to say no, but you couldn’t so you shook your head and whimpered. You weren’t a bad girl. You were good!

You were getting lightheaded, feeling so stuffed to even breathe. Taehyung observed your face getting a little pale. You always forgot to learn how to breathe when giving him a blow job.

He pressed into you once more and a bit longer than usual, so he can imprint the feeling of your mouth again into his spank bank. He ultimately pulled out, leaving a long string of drool from his tip to your crimson lips. His dick covered in your sweet saliva. 

You heaved profoundly and wept here and there. You wanted to tell him off, but you were too scared to say anything. You pushed the tears away with the back of your hand and gulped your words but it pained you to do that.

“God, you’re messy,” He laughed cynically at you. “Aww, you’re upset, babydoll?” He asked condescendingly.

“N-no,” You sniffed, trying your best to be strong. “I’m not.”

“Good, you better not.” He said, letting go of your hair. “Stand up.”

This time you were swift on your feet. Though with painful reddened knees, you stood up wobbly and held Taehyung’s biceps for some support. He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you to be chest to chest with him. 

Being like this, you saw how he towered over you. The height difference wasn’t compared to a gremlin and the Incredible Hulk but he was still way taller than you. He absorbed your appearance, finally taking in how you wore a cute brown bear pajama shirt and matching shorts. The fresh aroma of roses from your body wash and your natural scent swirling into his nostrils sent his pheromones into a frenzy. He wanted you so badly.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you while your parents are sleeping?” His hot breath splashed your face, fluttering you into submission. You unconsciously nodded excitingly but it caused him to tut at you. “I’m not gonna tell you again. Exact words, babydoll.”

“Yes!” You shouted too quickly that only after you caught yourself, covering your mouth with your palms. He smirked at your reaction—so needy for him. Just the way he loved it. Your hands slowly traveled to his shoulders as you batted your beautiful irises at him. You didn’t like swearing, but it came often when you were with him alone. “Uhh, p-please f-fuck me. I’m your good girl, Taetae.”

The perfect answer.

He bent down to peck the tip of your nose then went further down to lick the trunk of your neck. He picked a spot before suckling around to mark his territory. You mewled at the sensation, slithering your arms around his nape. He began moving towards your bed while you stepped back, following his lead until you fell back onto the sheets of your mattress. Your back rested while your legs hung at the edge of the bed.

Your unapologetic eyes wandered his frame.

He kicked his pants and boots off his ankles, leaving him in only his jacket. But even that, he took off. The faded and lighter scars sprawled his torso, showing evidence of fights and brawls through the years. The fresher wounds battered his rough skin and once you saw gauges wrapped around his right hip with blood patches seeping through, you sat up straight with pupils dilated.

“Taehyung, your—”

“I didn’t tell you to speak,” He growled, and stalked to the bed before pushing your shoulder roughly to lay back down. Your body bounced, trying to process what was happening but he tugged your shorts and panties down and off your skin.

He kneeled in front of you, callous palms spreading your thighs apart to reveal your leaking puffy pussy. He didn’t even touch you and you were this soaked. He inhaled deeply, taking in your sweet essence.

Jesus Christ, you were always embarrassed when he did that. It was like his human nature devolved into animalistic instincts. His mouth had a mind of its own, nibbling your inner thighs and placing even more marks on you like he wanted to claim you. You gasped quietly, jerking a little. So sensitive as always. His thumbs stretched your nether lips apart, revealing more of you to him. The petals of your sex opened for him. Your little hole throbbing around nothing but secreted so much wetness, even spotted your tiny clit inflamed, begging to be touched.

But to your luck, Taehyung wasn’t the type to get on with it right away…well he can, but most of the time, he chose not to. No, sir, he took his time with you, to the point you had to drop your pride and beg. His fingers lightly caressed your sex, enough for you to feel it but do no pleasure.

“Tae,” You whined, hands reaching for him but he swatted them away.

“Don’t touch me, put them on your sides.” He seethed through his teeth.

“But—”

Smack! The slap stung your cunt, making you welp loudly. He does another and your head turned to the side. You cried, pressing your face into your blankets. Taehyung continued hitting your pussy until it was red and sensitive.

“Naughty girl!” He slapped your lips once more, jolting your feeble body. “What’s wrong with you tonight? You think just because you’re with your family that you forgot all the rules we had, hm??”

“N-n-no.” You sobbed, shaking your head cowardly. “I promise I reme—”

A knock came on your bedroom door.

Both of your heads shot toward the direction with wide eyes. Another knock happened again before the person on the other end said, “___?” Another knock. “Sweet pea, I heard noises. Are you good?” Then the fucking knob jiggled, but fortunately, you locked it. “Why’d you lock the door? What are you doing?”

Shoot, it was your dad. Your pastor dad. Now your heart was heavy and dropped down to your uneasy stomach. You needed to say something quickly, but no words came out. You shifted to see Taehyung who shrugged and smirked devilishly, leaving you to fend for yourself. 

It was only until your dad said, “Do I need to use the spare keys to open the door?” That you spoke up.

“No! I’m good, I just…I accidentally dropped my phone on my face.” You lied, praying he’d buy it. 

“You and your dang phone.” He complained through the door. Taehyung’s mouth went wide with silent laughter hearing you get scolded. You pursed your lips, shaking your head. He was no help at all because there was a gleam of mischief and it wasn’t a good sign at all. “You need to get off of that thing, sweet pea. You won’t have enough sleep. Remember you’re joining the praise team in the morning.”

“Yes, dad! I know. I’m sorry to—unghhh.” Your sentence was interrupted by the sudden breach from Taehyung’s two long fingers sliding in so smoothly into your cunt. 

“___? ___, are you okay?” Your dad questioned as he continuously knocked on your door.

It didn’t take long for Taehyung to find your g-spot, curling his fingers to muscle memory. His digits pumped into you, and at times, he thumbed your clit. He had your eyes rolling back and biting your lips to stop your struggling whimpers. “I-I’m f-fine right now. D-d-ahh worry!”

“Are you sure you’re fine? You sound like you’re in pain.”

Taehyung dived into your pussy, taking a long lick before wrapping his lips around your sensitive nub. The tips of his fingers did their magic hitting your insides, playing with the squish of immense ecstasy.

You shrieked involuntarily, fisting the blankets under you as you threw your head back. “Yes, I’m fine!” You groaned distressingly. “I-I’m so…touched by my prayer before sleeping.” You swore faintly when Taehyung suckled and flattened his tongue on your clit.

“Prayer to the Lord is always so emotional, sweet pea.” Your father pointed out, but you really didn’t give a shit. “Alright, don’t want to disturb your time. Hope you get some sleep soon though. Good night.”

His footsteps faded away and you mentally cheered that you didn’t get caught, but you had sudden guilt that you basically spoke to your father with a guy eating you out.

Taehyung released his mouth off you to see how you appeared, crumbling at his touch. Your face wrinkled together with your mouth parted, and you saying his name with your pretty voice had his aching cock twitching. He reached over to the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, revealing your soft bare breasts and hardened nipples. “Such a pretty girl. Touched by the prayer? No, no, I’m the one you should be praying to.”

“D-don’t say that.” You moaned he knew you were very much in tune with your spirituality but he also liked to mess around with you.

“Why, Petal? You don’t like what I say, hmm?” He pouted mockingly, pushing his fingers deeper into you. You gasped, digging your head into the mattress. “I’ll give you everything that you want.” These blankets did no justice, you needed to hold onto him. You put your hand out, silently asking to hold him. Taehyung was mean but he wasn’t that mean…at least not today, so he accepted your request and intertwined his vacant hand with yours.

He felt your cunt getting tighter, understanding what was about to happen. Well, remember how Taehyung wasn’t that mean? That statement was taken back because he said, “Don’t come until I say so.”

You whined, giving your best doe-eyes and pinkest pout. “Please, Taetae. Wanna cum.”

Without removing any touch of you, he stood from his feet before covering your entire body with his large one. His face leaned down until your noses touched. “No.” He simply replied, yet his pace wasn’t slowing down. “Hold it.”

Your eyes twitched, wrestling to keep your orgasm under control. He always loved to play with you like this. You attempted to stabilize your breathing, deep and slow breaths. In…and out. In…and out. Yeah, this wasn’t working when Taehyung’s four-inch fingers were jamming into you. The pressure in your stomach tightened, clenching your abdominals to get your reach. It wasn’t a good girl thing to do, but he was mean!

“Can’t! Please!” You begged once more, knowing it couldn’t be stopped.

“No, be a good girl.”

Sorry, Taehyung but it was too late. Your eyes were already going to the back of your head, and you were prepared for the high of it all. But once you started arching your back, he pulled his fingers and hand away from you. You still had your orgasm but it felt so weak going through it without him helping you come down. Your pussy burned unpleasantly.

He glared at you, watching your lousy orgasm go to waste. All because you didn’t listen to him. But whose fault was that? Taehyung will never take the blame.

Pathetically unsatisfied, you came down and exhaled. It physically and emotionally pained you how shitty that orgasm was. And with a pissed-off Taehyung looming over you, it’ll be torture.

“Bad, bad girl.” Taehyung was disappointed at you, something you grimaced over. “I told you not to but you didn’t it anyway.”

“I couldn’t stop it…” You whispered.

“Couldn’t stop yourself? You really are a fucking slutty bad girl.” Getting slightly self-conscious from his jeering eyes, you closed your legs and covered your chest. Your face flushed with post-orgasm and shame.

Taehyung saw your actions, softening his tough demeanor. He lifted you to the middle of the bed before climbing over your concealed body. At this angle, the moonlight struck his body. Every muscle and indent defined, every wound and bruise visible, every part of him shined so beautifully and perfectly. 

His knees spread your legs open to go in between while carefully pulling your arms off your chest. His face goes down to yours, planting little kisses all over your face in hopes he doesn’t make you feel too bad. “Tell me if I go too far, Petal. Don’t hide from me.”

You shook your head, “You’re not. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I’ll be good, I promise.”

You were soooo good to him. He smiled tenderly, pecking another on the tip of your nose before the demon smirk came back. “Then you’re still gonna get it. Get on your knees.”

You nodded and were about to twist your body when Taehyung grasped your waist and flipped you over. He pushed down your back, arching your ass up before landing a loud slap to it. You cried into the pillow, hugging it as if it was like your protection. He slapped the other cheek, receiving another reaction from you.

“Since you’re weak at controlling yourself,” He grabbed his thick length. His head played with you, gliding across the slit and collecting your saturation until he aligned it with your hole. He puts a little bit of pressure, enough to make you moan for more but then stopped. “Maybe I should punish you by giving more than what you can handle.”

That was…even worse. But you had to accept it, so you could be the good girl for him. 

Knowing he could maim you, he steadily filled you up. You felt every inch of him getting deeper and deeper inside, the stretch of your pussy left a dull ache. He held your hips as he guided himself in. Once he bottomed out, the both of you let out a sigh of relief. Every time you do this, it always felt like the first time because of how big he was.

“So fucking tight, Petal.” He hissed. The sensation of you pulsating had his head thrown back.

After a while, the two of you knew it was time for him to move. Taehyung pulled himself back, leaving his head and then piercing back in. You jolted forward, but he kept you firmly to continue his aggressive yet even pace. Each penetration to your spot left you wailing into the pillow, gripping its covers. The slapping of your skin resonated in your childhood bedroom, the only sound that could be heard other than Taehyung’s heavy breathing and your keens.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Taehyung asked lowly before speeding up his movements, making you louder in the cushion. When he didn’t get the answer that he wanted, he looped your hair around his hand and hauled your upper body until your back pressed to his sweaty chest. You winced in pain but you hooked an arm around his neck.

“I want—unggh, y-yes.” Tears fell on your cheeks. Your neck extended to the side, giving him full access to licking and sucking your skin. “A-am I being a—your good g-girl?”

“You’re such a fucking good girl, Petal. Fucking good girl.” He praised you, muffling into your neck. His other hand kneaded your boob, massaging your nipple between his appendages. You groaned at the added touch. The twist in your stomach rose, sensing another high coming soon. Taehyung noticed you tightening around his ramming shaft, so he slid his hand down to your clit and made circular motions. “Cream around my cock again. Come on, pray to me. Bless my name with your sweet sounds.”

“Taehyung, please, please, ahh.” You breathed heavily, bringing your head back to rest on his shoulder. His length ravaged your insides and his fingers pinched your sensitivity until the knot released. You splashed with blistering ecstasy, almost about to scream at the top of your lungs but his palm covered your pitched sounds. You stifled chants of his name with your rolling eyes, even lapping your tongue over his callous. His thrusts slowed down this time, easing you down. He showered you with compliments, kissing your jaw and cheek. 

Once you came back, he took himself out of you to lay you down. He needed to see your face clearly at least once. He grabbed himself and plunged in again. You keened in volume, but Taehyung shushed you. “Babydoll, be quiet. Don’t want your dad to exorcise the both of us.”

You nodded pliantly and slapped hands over your lips. He moved at his previous pace, yet your sensitivity increased after your two orgasms. You were overstimulated but pushed through to help him meet his climax. He handled your hips where it would leave bruises days after. He hunched over to your chest, latching onto your nipple and swirling it with his tongue.

His touch was a mixture of all—needy, urgent, warm, cool, rough, and supple. You loved it all, you wanted more of him. You quivered into your palms, muting the uncontrollable noises escaping you.

He popped off your nub. His thrusts jerked faster and sloppier, recognizing how close he was. His resonant whimpers rung through your ears. It was like his thumb was magnetic to your clit because it was on you again and flicking rapidly. You shuttered, shaking your head at the intensity. It was too much. “One more for me, Petal. I wanna feel you, please.”

Darn, he said please. There was no way to deny him. After four more pumps, he buried himself still. He painted your insides white with his cum, whining your name. Meanwhile, you tirelessly came again. Blinding white spots came into your vision, ringing happened in your eardrums. The feeling of scorching euphoria spread all over your body as you curved your spine. Your hands were replaced with Taehyung’s mouth, sluggishly kissing you and keeping you as quiet as possible but let’s be real.

He kissed your lips once more before scooting in between your neck and shoulder to leave more smooches on your perspiring skin. His cum inside electrified you, feeling it flood around. It wasn’t until his softening dick pulled out of you, that the dam of cum seeped out your weeping pussy.

What an immaculate sight that he couldn’t resist.

Your energy-drained body thought it was over. But Taehyung had other plans because once you felt his tongue on your enlarged overloaded clit, you gasped in shock. “Taehyung, can’t anymore!” Your fingers attempted to push him off of you but you were too helpless and fatigued to overpower his strength.

He tasted the concoction of both of your cum, playing with the juice all over you and his mouth. He was addicted to the taste, vibrating another low moan to your clit.

You begged for him to stop, but he wasn’t going to finish until you came one more time. He lets go hastily and said, “Last one. Come on, Petal.”

Then there was your last orgasm. It was weaker than the previous, better than the first, but the most agonizing one. It burned but was so divine. You shoved your face into your cushion, crying away from every sensation and emotion you felt. 

Taehyung was finally off of you and went up your body to kiss you again. But you were so lethargic, you couldn’t keep up and lay there like a Twinkie. You didn’t even comprehend how he walked out of your bedroom to look for the bathroom, knowing damn well your parents could see him.

But he made it back alive and unseen with a damp cloth to clean you up. He wiped you clean as you stared at him with so much endearment and swell to your heart even after pounding you like an animal.

After he was done cleaning, he threw the dirtied rag to the ground before climbing back in bed and putting the covers over your naked bodies. “You did so good, ___. My good girl, my favorite girl.” He pressed a kiss on your temple before you fell into slumber.

-

“___, wake up! We’re gonna be late!” Harsh knocks through your door disrupted your dreams. You groaned loudly, wanting to go back to sleep. “Sweet pea, get dressed!” It was your mom calling for you. You rubbed your eyes sluggishly in your raggedy state and rolled over. With squinting lids, you searched for your phone to check the time.

You overslept, and you panicked a bit. You kept your cool, it was fine. This was a small bump, but you’ll get over it.

Suddenly, something or someone shifted beside you. You turned your head before you were fully awake by your heart dropping down and coming out of your ass. A peaceful hibernating and naked Taehyung was by your side, cuddling your body. No wonder you woke up with furnace-like heat against you.

Immediately, you shot out of your bed to stand up but you completely forgot that after a night with Taehyung, you become temporarily paralyzed from the waist down. So you stood up and your feeble numb legs made you drop to the floor.

“___, are you awake? I heard a noise.” Your mom questioned again.

“Yeah,” you grimaced at how raspy your voice was. “I-I just woke up, I’m sorry.” You crawled towards the other side of the bed where Taehyung was.

“You have 30 minutes! I told you not to stay up late at night! You know…”

You tuned out her lecture because you were trying to wake Taehyung up in fear that you might get caught. “Taetae, wake up.” You were usually so gentle because it took him a while to fully get up but you slapped the shit out of him.

His eyes stammered open in surprise. He bolted awake and in pain. He was about to yell but you covered his mouth as you stared with alarming pupils. “It’s morning, my parents are awake. I need to get ready and you need to leave.”

“___! Are you listening to me? Do I need to open your door to get you ready?” Your mother complained, trying to open your door but it was still locked. “I’m getting the key—”

“No, mommy!” You protested. Both of your heads directed to the door with widened eyes. “I swear I’ll get ready. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay…I’m almost done with breakfast.” She announced.

You breathed out in relief, knowing you were clear for now. But once you looked over to the naked man still in your bed, you had another morning task to do. “You need to leave. If I don’t come out in five minutes to go get my teeth brushed, my parents will come to get me out.”

Usually, Taehyung would play around, but he knew this time meant business. He nodded obediently. You rolled away to give him some space to get out and gather his scattered clothes. As he was getting dressed, you watched him.

The bruises, the cuts, and that deep wound were all still there. It made you upset, frowning at the mere thoughts of what Taehyung dealt with before coming to see you. You never liked what business or situation he was in, you didn’t know fully but again, just by looking at it, it was not good.

Taehyung detected your staring, but he was surprised at your sad state. “What’s wrong, Petal?”

“I know I said I don’t wanna know what you do, but it won’t change the fact that I don’t like seeing you get hurt.” You explained. “I’m seeing all of this and I’m worried sick, Taetae.”

He sighed, putting his jacket back on then walking over to pick you up on your feet. You used him as leverage. You acted like a baby dear standing on its legs for the first time, making him chuckle at your struggling state but it was too adorable. “I’m sorry for worrying you. You probably wanted to know what happened and I’ll tell you more about it later, but let’s just say I’m trying to get out of the things.”

Your eyes sparkled with joy, “You are? You’re not just saying that, are you?”

He smiled and shook his head, “I’m not just saying that. I’m serious. I’ve been…in it for a long time but I’ve been also wanting to stop.” You nodded understandingly. “Wanna do this for myself, but for you. I don’t want any of them or other affiliations to find you and use you against our will. It’s not easy, hence why I arrived like this, but it’ll come to an end.”

“Okay,” You grinned sweetly before puckering your lips and waiting for him to come.

He leaned down and accepted you, He circled his arms around your body as he kissed you tenderly. He parted away, foreheads touching. “I’m gonna miss you, Petal.”

“As I said, it’ll only be this weekend. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” You reassured but it wasn’t enough to prevent the pout on his lips. “Come on.”

The two of you walked over to the window. He opened the pane as he prepared his descent. His legs were out hanging, his arms and torso still inside your room. You went over to give him one last kiss for his travels back.

“I’ll miss you too, Taehyung.” You giggled, captivating his entire heart.

Feeling overwhelmed with the thoughts and emotions of you, he blurted out, “I love you so much, ___.” It was the first time either of you said it, and he just realized what he said when his eyes grew the size of saucers and stared at him like he was insane. You were a fish, opening and closing your mouth with no words coming out. You didn’t know how to react, but you definitely felt your heart palpitating briskly. 

Before you could finally say anything, he abruptly goes, “Okay, well, yeah bye. See you in psychology class.” He descended as fast as he could, trying to get away as possible. You didn’t even watch him out the window, which was a good thing for him as reached the ground. While walking away, he was mentally screaming at himself and fisting the air at what he did.

-

You were finally dressed and appropriate for church. You fixed the clip in your hair before walking out of your room and down the stairs. Yet your thoughts were elsewhere and about the boy who was in your room not too long ago.

He said I love you. The fucking bad boy of the town confessed his love for you. What the fuck? First of all, you weren’t even together. You didn’t know what you were, whatever. The only thing you knew was that Taehyung would beat the shit out of any guy that came your way. Second, it was an odd choice to say a confession after a sneaky night at your lover’s childhood house with their parents sleeping at the end of the hallway.

Thirdly, you knew what your feelings were but the little shit didn’t give you a chance to comprehend and tell your side. Ugh, now you have to deal with him opening up once you were back in town.

You reached the kitchen, greeting your parents. Your mom told you to take a seat as she prepared a plate for you. She glanced at you, then took another look intently yet you didn’t seem to notice.

Once seated, your father scrolled his phone for news and reread his notes for his sermon. He gazed up at you, then did a double take before raising an eyebrow yet you didn’t see his stare as your mom walked towards the table with your breakfast.

You were too busy looking down at the settled breakfast before to spot the questionable looks your parents made. Once you were about to devour your eggs and kimchi, your dad stopped you. “What were you doing last night?”

You blinked, “I was on my phone late at night, and did my emotional prayer, remember?” Your father hummed, nodding eerily calmly.

Then your mother spoke up as blunt and knowledgeable as she was. “Then why do you have hickeys all over your neck?”

A/N: There will NOT be a part two :D

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[fairybloodsucker]

Okay yay! My request is for reader and elvis and someone walks in on them having sex. (Maybe elvis is eating reader out-But it can be something else if you’d like!)

Thank you!

Ouu, sounds interesting!! I’ll do my best <3

Warning: bad words, Elvis eating reader out,

Dont Worry Baby

You and Elvis had been together for 3 months now, and you two haven’t made love yet because you werent ready, but now you knew you where ready.

The time was around 7 PM and you and Elvis was finally home all alone. Elvis was in the living room playing with his guitar, and you where up in the bedroom. You where sitting infront of your mirror, wearing a short baby pink night dress that was a little visible. You looked at your reflection while combing your long natural hair because you had an idea in your head to make you two make love to each other. Just the thought of it made your underlip between your teeth. You took your hairbrush down on your makeup table, and picked up a red lipstick, applying it to your lips. You smiled seeing the red colour on your lips making you look more sexy. You also had white panties on ready for Elvis.

Elvis walked into the room, you saw his reflection in the mirror so you turned towards him with a small smirk. Elvis had no words, he just looked at you with thirsty eyes. “Wow, honey, y-you look stunnin’” he stuttered. You smiled by his words, you stood up walking towards him, you night dress moving so more of your panties showing. You looked up to his face, giving him a small smirk again. “Like what you see?” You said with a small giggle because you knew the answer. Elvis nodded “God, yes, baby, i do” He then leaned close to you giving you a small kiss before you walking towards the bed, you smiled to yourself because you loved teasing him. Elvis followed you with his blue ocean eyes. Elvis looked down your body till he came to your butt.

He saw you wearing white panties, Elvis bit his underlip while looking at you, while feeling his pants feel tighter around his croatch. He walked towards you as you sat down at the bed looking up at him. He placed his hand on your cheek, taking his thumb to your mouth, and slowly into your mouth. You opened your mouth when you felt his thumb coming into your mouth, you took your tongue to his thumb and played with it. You saw it on Elvis’s face that he loved what you did. “Fuck, baby ..” you felt elvis pressing his thumb more into your mouth making you gagg. He took his thumb out of your mouth and placed his thumb in his mouth, tasting your spit that was on his thumb. You looked at him. “Wow, baby, you taste so good ..” he teased. You felt your pussy getting wet by his words. “Want to taste me from a different hole?” You smirked and giggled by your own words. You where a total slut for Elvis. You saw Elvis giving you a nod. “Fuck yes” he hesitated. You smiled, spreading your legs slowly. He looked at your legs opening. He couldn’t wait anymore. He then went down on his knees close to you, twisting his hands around your legs, spreading them even more.

You felt even more horny and your slick was now stained in your white panties. You just leaned back. Elvis placed one hand over your coochie, rubbing in big circles to make your pussy even more wetter and tastier for him. He took his hand off your coochie and took it on your panties, hr added the other hand and removed your panties with both hands. “Wow baby, your so wet for me .” He laughed a bit. You looked down at Elvis. “Yes Elvis, just for you” Elvis moved his mouth closer to your pussy. You felt his hot breath on your pussy lips that where spread a bit. You leaned back down. Elvis took his mouth to your vagina, and took his tongue first on your clit and twitched it. You couldnt hesitate, you moaned and grabbed the blanked beside you. You moved your legs feeling Elvis going faster. “Ohh, f-fuu-uck E-E-Elvi-is” he cried out of pleasure.

Your eyes where closed shut, but you heard a door open. You opened your eyes to see and you saw Jerry in the door frame. Jerry looked at both of you, almost tramatized in his glance. You where just looking at Jerry now. You felt Elvis stopping.

“Jerry?? What are ya doin’ ?? Get out!” Elvis yelled, out of a little embarrassment.

Jerry looked at elvis Elvis “i-im so sorry, i didn’t mean- i didnt mean to just walk in-“ Jerry apologised. “Cant you knock??” Elvis was irritated because Jerry ruined the perfect moment. Jerry nodded “i will, im sorry, again..” Jerry exited the room, closing the door behind himself. Elvis looked towards you. “Im sorry, honey, i didnt know he would be here this quick” Elvis apologised to you. “No worries, Elvis, we can continue tomorrow” you gave Elvis a small smile. Elvis nodded to your words. Elvis picked up your panties and took it on you. You looked at Elvis and smiled at him. “I’ll see ya, little one” Elvis kissed you and you kissed back. You watched Elvis exiting the room aswell.

You where kinda sad that Jerry ruined the moment, but you had other ideas for Elvis that you knew he would enjoy.

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Omg i hope you liked this. Perhaps not the best but, hey! I tried <3

I nothiced alot of writing mistakes, im so sorry 😭

[anthraxplus]

the cultural phenomenon of barbenheimer has taken over my mind

i did barbenheimer with a friend yesterday and it really got me thinking.

first off - it was so weird having my local theatre be so busy. it's usually the theatre you can bet on being able to sneak anything into, and while we still definitely did sneak in a buttload of snacks, they had people actively waiting in the wings as ticket checkers. so it kinda sucked that we couldn't just do the whole thing for free. but that's a bit beside the point. the theatre was the busiest ive seen it in nearly 10 years. and i'm not gonna lie, seeing a "cultural event" happen in front of me was more jarring for that reason. and as the day went on, that image in my head stuck with me. the image that all these people showed up to watch barbie and oppenheimer.

we saw oppenheimer first, in a nearly empty theatre. we sorta did this by design - we started at 10am and picked oppenheimer first because less people would choose to be that insane. i was high and trying to get myself into an impartial mindset (even though i didn't think i would end up liking it). and i think all i should really say about oppenheimer is that it's 3 nearly endless hours that doesnt give anyone any time to breathe and ends up saying a bunch of confusing, disappointing, and outright false things. seriously, the amount of times the movie brushes off the fucking truth of the situation is absolutely disgusting. obligatory linking of shaun's video on hiroshima and nagasaki. i think everyone in the movie should be forced to answer why theyre proud of making 3 hour bland ass shit boring nuclear bomb apologia. this isn't even getting into how the famous oppenheimer quote is introduced by a manic pixie dream girl (who in reality was a stanford graduate and psychiatrist, neither of which i believe are ever touched on or expanded in the film) who hops off his dick mid-fuck, walks over to a bookshelf, picks the bhagavad gita off the shelf, opens it to the exact page and verse of the famous quote, asks him to read, and slides back on his dick between "now i am become death" and "destroyer of worlds." this movie released to critical acclaim. some are calling it a masterpiece.

after some burritos for lunch, my friend and i went to barbie. this was a packed theatre and mostly everyone was wearing pink. the red in my hair has faded to a pink, so i felt like i was part of something. kinda. anyway. some little kids were loud in the front but it wasnt much of an issue. i kept thinking of them whenever the movie would say something about the struggle to find identity in a world that hates you no matter what you do. did those little children listen to margot robbie say that she doesnt have a vagina? did they parse that? it was a great movie, if a bit scattershot. it shouldve been longer, if only to fully flesh out a couple ideas and help the movie feel a little less cramped. but they would never make a 2.5 (let alone 3) hour barbie movie that talks about not just what it means to be a woman, but what it means to be human in a world that is so often contradictory hostile and praising of you. what happens when the Other we defined ourselves by isn't static? do we become different as well in relation to them? do we stay the same? do we do both? what are women supposed to do in the world when everything they do is wrong but they're never allowed to stop doing anything? how do men develop their own identity when they are so often raised into mindsets where their individuality is replaced by similarly contradictory standards and a definition that only exists in relation to women? what did ken mean when he said he had "all the genitals?" barbie is far from perfect, but it manages to ask more honest and thought provoking questions (and offers its own interesting answers) about the nature of reality than oppenheimer does.

i'm struck by the dichotomy on display here. barbie may be the more financially successful of the two films, but it is not treated the same critically. for all barbie says, it seems to get overlooked for its (still impressive) design and acting. its metacommentary is mentioned but never discussed. its "witty meta humor" is listed as a huge selling point. oppenheimer, in contrast, is a vain and shallow film that says nothing and looks somewhat cool doing it. i wonder if there are any parallels here.

i worry for what this means for movies. a nearly empty theatre for a self-important movie that lists itself as its reason for existing is treated as if it says anything at all, and a packed theatre for a movie with a script similarly packed with commentary on our very state of being gets boiled down to "cute sets and witty banter." what did the audience members take from their barbenheimer experience? my area is not very progressive, and in my experience not very invested in growth of any kind. when america ferrera delivers one of the many theses of barbie in a tear-inducing frustrated monologue on how she's never seen as good enough no matter what she does, did the audience members feel seen? did they feel understood? or did they want her to stop talking so they could go back to looking at the cool barbie dream houses? when oppenheimer breezes through the discussion of which innocent cities to burn in an unholy fire with all the tact and deliberation a group of friends has when deciding where to have lunch, did the audience feel slighted? disgusted? or did they just want to see einstein on screen again like he's an iron man cameo?

i dont know where we go from here. it feels like a tipping point for what we want from movies, and i'm not sure audiences learned anything from the past 10 to 15 years of set-ups, tie-ins, and spin-offs. i want to believe something will come of the fact that so many people are seeing barbie. maybe, hopefully, something in it sticks with people and inspires some sort of change. just the smallest amount of evolution. right now i too feel like barbie when she sits in a park and looks around at everything the human experience has to offer, and starts crying from both joy and sorrow. a woman who is so often seen as disposable and empty understands the human condition in a way she cant express, and is overwhelmed by the crushing beauty and fragility it all rests upon. she is a human before she knows she is. she doesnt know who she is, but she knows she still Is. existence is confusing and no one knows what to do about it, and the least we could do is support each other as we figure out who we've always been. i hope this is what sticks with people instead of some half-audible dialogue about how hiroshima and nagasaki were justified. time will tell, though.

[merunicornwithbooks]

I follow a lot of gothic horror/horror movie blogs and many of them are like 'so sexy to be covered in blood mmmm blood covered sexy people' and I've always been like 'sure okay i guess' UNTIL I ACTUALLY HAD ANOTHER PERSON'S BLOOD ON ME

The scene: I'm at work and ring up a book for an elderly man. I hand him his change and then wish him a good day, turn back to my till to put his money away and I hear "uh oh i'm not sure what i did."

I turn back and this man's ENTIRE HAND IS DRIPPING BLOOD. There's blood on the counter. There's blood on the money I've given him. There's blood smeared on his shirt. All I see is blood. Completely aghast I exclaim, "oh no!" in the most weak Marilyn Monroe protagonist written by a man voice ever and then grab him a roll of paper towels. I rip off a few and set them on the counter for him to wrap up his hand so he'll stop dripping blood for five seconds and then think better of it and plonk down the paper towel roll as well. I tell him I'll find him a band aid and I rush to the cubby where the first aid kit may or may not be and there may or not be band aids in there. To my relief, the kit's there, there's a full box of band aids and I grab one (ONE! when who the fuck knows what was going on!)

When I turn back to this man he's still actively bleeding. He has not touched any of the paper towels. There's more blood on the counter but he's at least grabbed the bloody money and put it away. Priorities, I guess.

I hand him the band aid while asking if he found the source of his cut. He calmly tells me it's his thumb. He doesn't take the band aid. I unwrap the package and hand him the band aid. He doesn't take it. I peel back the glossy paper on the adhesive bits. He makes no move to take the band aid.

I grab the paper towels and blot at this old man's hand so I CAN BANDAGE HIM MYSELF. HIS BLOOD GETS ALL OVER MY HAND. THERE IS A STREAK OF OLD MAN BLOOD ALL OVER MY HAND. I'm a child of the 90s and I'm panicky thinking of AIDS while he calmly tells me that he's on blood thinners.

He leaves at some point and fuck knows if he went out the door or teleported back to his hell dimension because my brain is screaming AIDS! ACQUIRED. IMMUNE. DEFICIENCY. SYNDROME. I pull myself together enough to page for a manager to come to the register to help me. I get a bottle of disinfectant and get all the blood up off the counter.

No manager comes. I ring up people one-handed while my blood-covered hand is frozen in this Nosferatu claw position. The customers stare at it in wide-eyed silence but no one comments or offers me any help. They just take their purchases and go and maybe even burn them later.

I page the back room to find out what's going on and why no one is coming to help me. I tell the employee who answers that I need someone up there immediately because I'm covered in another person's blood. They are infuriatingly calm and say they'll send up the manager on duty whenever she returns from the bathroom.

I ring up three more people, who also don't remark on my blood covered hand.

Finally, the manager comes up and has no idea what's going on or why I'm upset. I'm furious and show her my bloody hand and tell her that blood is everywhere. She stared at the clean counter and then at me. I leave to wash my hands, trembling in rage, and then tell her later that I stood there for way too long with another persons's blood on my hands.

She has the nerve to look me in the eye and inform me that she was also bleeding. From her vagina. Because she's menstruating which is 100% comparable to having AN OLD MAN'S BLOOD THINNER BLOOD ALL OVER YOUR HAND.

Luckily, the afternoon crew was full of normal people who were properly horrified by my story and the closing MOD was especially upset and told me that if this ever happens again, to call up a manager on the spot, do not nurse and bandage old men who cannot for the life of them read a fucking room.

None of this felt sexy is my point. -100000000/10 experience.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Can I ask your opinion on blonde. I’m always interesting in your opinions on movies.

Sure! And thanks, I appreciate that.

I think it's just a really bad movie. I was very open to it--I enjoyed the campiness of the early 2000s miniseries. I have nothing against biopics in theory, and I think it's okay for biopics to critically examine their subject... but I don't think that a clear misogynist who hates Marilyn Monroe should've made a movie about Marilyn Monroe.

Tbh, the idea of this being a biopic is flawed, because it's an adaptation of a Joyce Carol Oates novel that is in itself a work of fiction. But the promotion of the movie did not emphasize that at all; even JCO seems to not be as aware of that reality as she once did, and Dominik really only fell back on the book when he was getting heat from certain interviewers; otherwise, he just referred to Marilyn rather baldly, like this was a conventional biopic.

And even without his disgust for Marilyn being clear in those interviews, he obviously hated her based off the movie. The movie is about creating a fetishized wankfest of a woman for men who like idea of punishing hypersexualized (notice that I don't say hypersexual--because frankly, as long as you're being safe with yourself and your partners, you as an individual being hypersexual is not wrong, but Marilyn was NOT a hypersexual person) women. It literally felt like torture porn. I don't often feel like... triggered by movies? But this movie felt triggering at points. I don't even think it needed to connect to a specific experience to trigger you, tbh; you just have to be a woman who's experienced bullshit in the world, because it is just a violently misogynistic, woman-hating film. But truly, special shoutout to the loving night vision shot of Marilyn's nude form, hair fully done, as she cluelessly gets out of bed covered in blood following her second forced abortion.

Speaking of those abortions! Not that I require total accuracy from movies, but I've never seen super strong evidence either way that Marilyn had abortions. She could have; many actresses in the day did, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Marilyn definitely had documented miscarriages, though, and fertility issues that gave her a lot of grief. So to see her fertility and her reproductive autonomy (or lackthereof) used as a plot point to elicit more shock and awe was really... gross. I have a big issue in general with fertility struggles being used as soapy drama in biopic content (I really hated the fucking goofy "I'm gonna have a stillborn baby on the lawn" moment in The Spanish Princess, for example, because it was so over the top and so easily mocked online that it seemed to just... make a joke out of a real woman's very real pregnancy losses). This took that to another level, because not only did Marilyn have forced abortions--it was like... They wanted us to see that she had no choice in the matter, was literally physically forced to have them, while also HATING HER FOR IT. Like oh, she considered the first abortion for a minute, so it's all her fault that she was then dragged into an operating room, strapped to bed, and forced into an abortion. Twice! With a vagina's eye view. And in case you didn't pick up on then, we have her fucking fetus talk to her while she's pregnant and blame her for it, before she like? Violently miscarries after tripping on the beach?

Never mind that like... The JFK shit was totally unnecessary, totally exploitative, and again, totally based on nothing, just there to make fun of her. I tend to raise an eyebrow at the Twitter threads that went to every effort to convince everyone that Marilyn didn't have an affair with JFK because... there's a lot of reason to believe that she did, and quite possibly (probably?) slept with his brother as well. And who cares if she did, honestly? That was JFK's asshole maneuver to do to his wife, and Marilyn does not lose merit as a person for sleeping with him--to me, bending over backwards to act like she didn't is reinforcing this idea that you must be evil if you make a mistake like that.

But... There's no evidence to suggest that it was anything other than a consensual affair. I mean, don't get me wrong, JFK was a rich, powerful, sex-obsessed man in the 1960s, so I feel that him assaulting women is totally on the table; but there's nothing legit out there indicating that he assaulted Marilyn. So that was just there to... shock us? I've seen some saying that it's meant to like, rattle the American idealism surrounding the Kennedys? My brother in Christ, we like... know... the Kennedys were into some shady shit.... And we certainly know that JFK fucked everything that moved, so MYTH: BUSTED on that one. A while ago!

I just think that it was a badly made movie for navel gazers who want to sound intellectual while enjoying torture porn starring America's most visually iconic actress (and really, most visually iconic sex symbol). Directed, worst of all, at someone who did fucking nothing to deserve this kind of backlash. She was an intelligent, talented, in many ways progressive, mentally ill woman who made some choices that hurt her, in large part because she was extremely traumatized from a young age, and the trauma piled on. She also had some fun times and some genuine friendships and complex relationships, and we never get to see that shit in media. We never see Marilyn happy, even though she totally was happy at points in her life. We never see Marilyn gossiping with other girls in the studio system and or vamping it up a bit for the fun of it.

And I also! Think! Ana did a shitty job as Marilyn! Lol I kept seeing people tout that performance as the movie's saving grace, but I'll be honest man... Homegirl didn't have much to go off with the script, to be fair--most of it was "say 'oh no daddy'" in a little girl lost voice or "look clueless" but... That was a rough go. I know Marilyn's accent is a hard one to get without it sounding like a mockery, and Ana's own natural accent is hard to cover, but uh... Yeah, bro. She sounded like a Cuban Marilyn Monroe impersonator the entire movie, and that was INCREDIBLY distracting. Bobby Cannavale was actually a really good DiMaggio, but like. I am not entirely sure that Bobby was in the same film as everyone else.

Anyway, I hated it, and I really like Be Kind Rewind's review of why this movie felt so much worse than two other not-good biopics about famous women we view with tragedy in mind (one of which I did actively loathe, but not as much as Blonde--Blonde makes Spencer look like a decent movie).

[thegreymoon]

Your post about gynaecologists judging you for not being sexually active really spoke to me. I felt like I was a weirdo for being disgusted at the idea of people's bodily fluids during sex, having a low libido and not being interested in most men. I'm still exploring whether or not I'm actually asexual or not. Sometimes I feel physically attracted to people in a way that's different from just wanting to go on dates and hold hands with them, but the idea of seeing them naked or having someone's genitals near me disgusts me. idk. Maybe I'm just verrryy selective?

Hey, anon!

Honestly, it took me a long time before I started identifying as asexual (mostly because I didn't know asexuality was a thing for the longest time), but in my case, I feel like it fits.

Trust me, I know what it's like to feel like a weirdo because your experiences with sexuality are so different from that of your peers, what you are shown in the media and what the adults around you model as "normal". In my early teens, I was convinced that everyone was faking it for attention and for clout. Later, I realised, OK, so maybe they are not faking it after all and it was just me not feeling the same things, at which point I assumed that my sexual maturity was just a little bit late in developing and that it would arrive eventually so that I too could hop on the "normal" train.

Spoiler alert: It never did.

I made peace with being "weird" until I discovered that asexuality was a thing (thank you, Internet!) and it was such a relief, knowing that this also existed and that this too was "normal" and that there were so many other people like me out there!

The thing is, nothing about sexuality is black and white. You have to find the label that fits for yourself. If you feel comfortable with it, then it is what you should identify with. If it feels wrong, then you should keep searching for one that does fit. There is a whole spectrum. In my case, my libido is very low, but not non-existent. There are things I find erotic and I can get aroused, but it almost never translates to the men around me. I just don't like them (honorary mention to the few exceptions). I have considered that I might be a lesbian because all the meaningful non-familial relationships in my life have been with other women, however, I feel no sexual attraction towards them either and I feel like the only reason I was able to form deep bonds with my good friends was because there was no pressure, societal or otherwise, to fuck them in order to love them. It is all very subjective and personal and I feel like no two people are going to have exactly the same experience.

As for gynaecologists, I just find their generally conservative manner of thinking very surprising (and upsetting), considering that they at least should be aware that there are multitudes of different expressions when it comes to human sexuality. Asexuality isn't even particularly rare, it's just that so many of us are pressured into conventional marriages, so it skews the numbers. One of my previous gynaecologists (whom I subsequently dumped) was so irritated with me because I was not sexually active in my prime breeding age, he went off on an entire rant about ~biological needs~ and I very much got the impression that he considered me abnormal and would have loved to classify my asexuality as a mental illness. We did not part on pleasant terms. I specifically requested a woman for my next check-up because gone are the days when any man could be called upon to tell me what I should do with my vagina, but she was also off-putting and dismissive of my symptoms because I was not and had no intention of being pregnant. This newest one is the best so far, but she also made off-colour remarks that I laughed off but felt she should not have made.

Anyway, TL;DR, asexuality is a perfectly normal variation of human sexuality and embracing it is good for your physical and mental health. We should all learn how to love and embrace ourselves as we are and make room for other people in our lives based on how comfortable we are with the roles we give them. Sometimes, sex just isn't a part of that equation and that is OK.

[smigglesisback]

1/3.

Im angry. So angry at men. Maybe because I’ve been having dreams lately of my past abusers in detail. I hate them, I hate me at that time, I hate the situation I walked into many times as a 13-24 year old girl, I hate the sound of their voices, I hate the way they walk, the way they force their bodies and ideas on me. It’s fucking disgusting. I didn’t have a single pleasurable or consensual act of sex until I was in a long term relationship at 21. And even he got me fucked up on xanax and stoned out of my mind and video taped himself having sex with me while I was blacked out. I only saw the video a year later a realized what happened, realized what someone you have a child with, love, protect, and care for could do to you in your most vulnerable state. It’s a feeling you can’t describe, watching someone you trust violate you, watching my limp body being pushed around some blankets I wrap my 2 year old son in at night. I puked when I saw it.

That’s just towards the end of my abusive relationships. There are many more men that I dream about and cry about and hope to set on fire one day. Here’s what it’s like to really be a girl/woman of indigenous and Hispanic decent in a white mans world.

I realized being a woman was different from being a man when I was 5 years old, it’s my earliest memory. My much older brother was painting the porch outside in the summer and had his shirt off and I was hot too so I took my shirt off. My father immediately told me it was a bad thing to do that around any boy or man and to never do it again. I remember feeling like I was bad, like I was different, and more venerable. I was interested in boys and girls in my pre teens and everything was pretty innocent for me until I lost my virginity to a boy named “Robert”. He was the tallest boy in middle school and played football and everyone loved him. He tried hard for a while and I eventually agreed to meet him at his friend coles house. I brought 2 friends with me because I was afraid to sneak out in the middle of the night alone for the first time ever. We got to his house and he took my virginity on his friends moms bedroom floor. I don’t remember much after that or even how I made it home, I just remember it didn’t feel good and it didn’t make me feel any different or better. The next week he stopped talking to me and on my desk in my 7th grade science class was carved “Brenna has big tits and a hairy vagina” I felt fucking worthless, shamed, and violated all in one stroke of a pen. He told all his friends what my body looked like and how easy it was to fuck me. What a first huh? I moved away from that tiny Colorado town to a big Colorado town. I went to a military high school, I was a freshman and terrified. I was targeted by many older boys in that school. I was drugged and raped by 2 seniors my first 6 months in that school. They were nerds in my circle of friends and I never thought they would rape me or make me play a drinking game with them. I had never drank before and they had me take 3 shots back to back of jack daniels. I remember the room spinning, the green couch, the grey window well with no light peeking through, I remember the cold bathroom floor, I remember my colored hair extensions being ripped out of my head and scattered on the dirty rug, I remember being sore, being scared. I remember “joe” and his friend from a different high school fighting over who gets to be in my pussy, the only clear image I have is him pushing the other one aside and saying”move the fuck over, it’s my turn” joe took me home on the back pegs of his bike and I climbed in my window. It was Sunday morning now and I only know that because my mother came to get me for church and I told her I couldn’t go because I was sick and she watched me run to the bathroom and puke everywhere until I passed out. That was my first time being raped, I was 14 years old. But that wasn’t the last time I’d be raped that year. In the school I was in you could continue to take classes there until you are 21 years old. I’m going to call him “John.” He was in my circle of misfit friends, I was a weird goth girl and he was a much older man who could buy me cigarettes and had a car. I went to a house party with my girlfriends and “John” was there, he waited until the party died down and told me to come drink with him, but I didn’t drink anymore because of my last experience with alcohol so he got me stoned instead. We were sitting on the couch alone in the living room and he put his arm around my shoulder, then moved it to where his hand was around my neck, he then pulled his penis out and pushed my head towards it. I didn’t want to upset him, he was drunk and I was high so I did what he wanted and then walked out of the house and walked the mile and a half at 4am by myself back home until I crawled in bed and cried until I fell asleep. This was possibly the worst year off my life every day freshman year I walked past my abusers in the hall, EVERY. DAY. The only respite I had was that they didn’t tell anyone what happened because they knew it was wrong. Joe and John never spoke to me again. After that I was a mess, I was sneaking out all the time, running away from home, trying to escape the reality of my life. My home life was difficult at best.

[hessofather]

Chapter 5: All the Boys Want Me

‼️WARNING‼️: STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ABUSE TO A MINOR AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE.

Growing up I had more confidence than I probably should have. I would strut my chubby 7 year old body around the pool wearing a tankini that made my butt sag, look the male lifeguards up and down, then do a cannonball in the shallow end, to show them just how sexy I could be. I always assumed that they were drooling over me because, well, how could they not? I knew plenty of grown men that wanted in my pants so I just assumed I had whatever it was that made men go crazy.

Men like my uncle. My mom’s brother. Let’s call him Bobby. My uncle Bobby would stumble into my grandma’s house, high off of whatever pills he could get his hands on that day. He would look at me and say “Wow you’re really growing up! How old are you now 18?” I’d laugh because I thought he was just trying to compliment me and say that thing that all adults tell kids which is “you’re growing up so fast!” “No I’m 5 Uncle Bobby!” I’d say trying to sound sassy while rolling my eyes. He’d grab me into a bear hug and squeeze my ass and say “well you could have fooled me!”

Bobby had a raging pill addiction, one he inherited from my grandmother. It wasn’t uncommon to go to visit my grandparents house and he’d be there slumped over in a chair drooling and murmuring about how the family all treats him like shit. I felt bad for him. He must have been the outcast and felt lonely. I knew what it was like to be lonely so I’d make a point to sit with him and talk about whatever I could think of. Most often times it was about plans I had for my future or showing him my latest moves I learned in ballet class. “I’m turning 6 soon so I’ll be moving up a class in ballet!” He’d mumble something about the government and continue to drool and snore. I’d continue dancing and telling my stories.

Sometimes I’d go over to my grandparents house and he’d be there all day. My grandpa would be taking one of his daily naps after the bar and my grandma would be passed out on Xanax or forcing someone to take her to dollar general for cleaning supplies. Which would leave me and Uncle Bobby alone. One day, when he was only about 50% fucked up with pills, he came up with a game for us to play. It was called Disneyland. Disneyland was a game that was just for the two of us and HAD to be our secret. Otherwise everyone else would want to go to Disneyland with us someday.

The game went like this. For everything I let him grope and touch on me, he’d promise a ride on a different attraction at Disneyland. “This one gets you a ride on the tea cups!” He’d say as he groped my nonexistent boobs. “This one get you Tower of Terror” He’d whisper squeezing my butt. “This one is very special. It’s for splash mountain!” He’d laugh grabbing my vagina. I didn’t really like playing this game because it made no sense to me. How did any of these things add up to rides at Disneyland? I had no idea but the game seemed to make him happy and less lonely, and got me a promised trip to Disneyland. So I continued to play it with him every once in awhile when we were alone.

One day I walked passed him getting ready for dance class. He said “mmm” and smacked and squeezed my ass. I didn’t like it when he did that because he always did it too hard and it hurt. It reminded me of the spankings id get at home and it pissed me off. I’d finally had enough of it that day. I went up to my mom later on and said “I don’t like that Uncle Bobby touches my bottom. He shouldn’t get to smack it if I’ve done nothing wrong.” To which my mom looked at me in horror. She wanted more details but I was afraid to get in trouble so all I told her was that “Uncle Bobby likes to grab my butt when I walk passed him and I don’t like it. I also don’t like it when he says I’m sexy because that’s a bad word.”

I remember that night my aunt and uncle came over to my grandmas house. My mom, dad, grandma, uncle Bobby, and his wife all sat in the kitchen yelling while my grandpa and I played outside. I loved family quality time like this. My mom called me into the house and told me to sit on the couch, then left me alone in the room. My uncle Bobby came in and got down on his knees infront of me and said “Sorry sweety for touching your butt. I didn’t know that that’s a no no spot for you.” I sat in silence, thinking “huh, what about the other spots?” I didn’t look at him. “Can I have a hug now?” I just shook my head no and started to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying until he told me. “I guess we won’t be going to Disneyland since you told the secret.” Which made me mad because I DID NOT tell anyone our Disneyland plans. How dare he say I broke my promise.

For years to come after that the family never spoke of the incident. My mom’s biggest rule was that if my uncle Bobby tried to be alone with me I needed to try my best not to do that. I wasn’t allowed to be alone with him and it was my responsibility to make sure that didn’t happen. When he’d come over to my grandmas house I’d run and hide in my grandpas closet. “Watcha doin darlin?” He’d ask. “Oh I just wanted to sit and think in the dark grandpa!” I’d yell out from underneath a pile of clothes in the closet. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I did my best to make sure I didn’t end up alone with uncle Bobby.

It made my grandma angry though. She’d burst into the closet after awhile “why do you treat your uncle Bobby like this?! He’s done nothing wrong and you act like you’re afraid of him!” She’d seeth between her oddly white dentures. “I’ll get in trouble with my mom. Because he touched no no spots.” “HE DID NOT YOU MADE THAT UP!!!” She’d yell. I hated her. I was a lot of things to her apparently. Stupid. A brat. A bitch. Ungrateful. Stuck up. And now a LIAR? I was a lot of things but I was no liar. THAT WAS A SIN.

Uncle Bobby wasn’t the only man who saw the true sexual beast I thought I must have been as a child. Lots of church elders would sneak in a handful of nonexistent boob when giving me a hug. One of whom took me and a few other girls to the park and to McDonald’s one day. I learned that grownups love to share secrets with pretty little girls. Secrets like what color of underwear we were all wearing, or the fact that you can put salt ON TOP of your ketchup before dipping your fries.

We moved churches a lot growing up. Most of the time it was because my parents would find out a pedophile was targeting me. My parents would tell the church council and they’d get “well he’s been a member longer than your family has been so we can’t ask him to leave.” So we’d leave and find a new one. I felt bad that my parents had to deal with having such a sex magnet of a kid like me. The struggle of being THIS sexy was just too much for the house of god and his men to remain pure. I remember when I was 12 and got an email from a 40-something year old man in the church. It read, “ that dress you had on last week looked SOOO nice. You should wear it more often! ;) -love Mark.” I proudly showed my mom the email to prove to her that the dress was a fantastic purchase choice. We left that church after getting the usual reply from the council. Then my mom threw the dress away.

I got my first real, tax paying job at the age of 16. At Pizza Hut. There I felt free. Free to flirt with all the middle aged men that would tell me what they’d like to do to me after my shift. Free to flirt with my manager for free food. Free to escape the hell that was my house. Free to escape the man I called Dad. I found comfort and friendship at this job. Friends of all ages. A few teenagers that I’d go to Walmart with after our shifts ended and buy ice cream and pajamas. But my best friend was the delivery driver. I will not name him. I simply refer to him as “pizza hut guy” now. He was 32 and I was 16-17. We’d stay up all night talking on messenger video. It started out simple. Just him walking me to my car at night to keep me safe and asking if I got home alright.

It didn’t stay simple for long. I revealed the secret about my uncle to him one night after sneaking some alcohol from my parents. He was so hurt by the information that he cried. I couldn’t believe how good of a guy he seemed to be. He was perfectly nice. He always asked if I had taken my meds, even started to video called me to watch me take them every night. Wow, what a great guy. I’d call him on nights where my dad had been angry and throwing things and he’d promise that someday it would be better. Even if it was up to him to make it better for me. We’d hang out all durning our shifts, even coming in on our days off just to sit in the booth and hangout.

That booth was one of my favorite spots. It felt like it was just him and I, and that I could tell him anything. I told him my deepest darkest secrets and fantasies. He’d tell me his too. We’d laugh and cry and spend all night talking in that booth. Then go home after closing time and video chat until 3am. He’d ask me what color of underwear I was wearing and I’d answer him in Spanish to see if he could guess the right answer. He’d ask to see them so I’d set my camera up and prance around my room to show him. He’d tell me how beautiful I was and how if things were different, maybe he would fall in love with me.

Love. I still had no sense of what that word meant. I knew it was sexual. But also cuddly. Hot, but also comfortable. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to know exactly what love was. And if he was willing to teach me, I was willing to learn. We’d sit on the same side of the booth watching scary movies and cuddling he’d put his hand on my thigh and run it along the inseam of my jeans. Sneaking his hand up higher and higher until I’d call it quits. He’d get sad and say “I just want to make sure you know how it feels to be touched the right way before you end up in a relationship someday and have no idea what you’re doing.” It made perfect sense to me so I’d let him continue. Higher and higher his hand would go on my thigh and I’d giggle and he’d squeeze and smile. Until my manager would eventually walk over to tell us that we need to either clock in and work or order something. He’d snap his hand back into his lap so quickly I would try not to burst into laughter.

One night we had a closing shift together and once we locked the doors he asked if I wanted to sit for awhile before going home. I thought this sounded nice so I agreed. He walked me to my car and sat between me and the open driver door. My car was too small for him to sit in comfortably since he was 6’2” and about 350lbs. So he’d sit next to me on the ground often. He said he wanted to play a game and I was intrigued so I agreed. He said “put your hands on the steering wheel and don’t move them. No matter what.” So I did. He started groping my thighs, breasts, he’d put his hand lightly around my neck, then he’d grab my vagina through my jeans and I got nervous. I started to move my hands off the wheel. “Uh uh uh” he said with a smile. “Lay your chair back” I didn’t want to do that. “Lay it back or we just won’t be friends anymore.” I couldn’t loose him. So I did. He then climbed halfway into my car putting his body weight on me and trying to unbutton my jeans. “ I think I need to go home now.” I said trying to not panic. “Just few more steps until we’re done.” He said trying to get his hands into my pants.

I don’t know what happened in my moms brain that night but she forced my dad to drive her passed the Pizza Hut I was supposed to be closing that night. All the lights were off but she saw my car and Pizza Hut guy’s car still there. Just as he was about to fully climb on me my parents flew through the parking lot and he jumped off me and tried to pretend he was tying his shoe. “Get home. Now.” My mom shouted at me. He got up and just whispered “sorry” to my parents. He got in his car and sped off.

I got home and my mom laid into me about how dangerous my actions were and how I must be leading this man on. How she wasn’t stupid and knew I’d been talking to him every night and how he is expecting me to do things now. I was confused. Shouldn’t she be mad at him? I broke down sobbing. “I just wanted a friend mom. He’s not my friend though. He lied.” She called my job the next morning, told them everything and quit on my behalf. I went to return my uniforms and my manager said “ugh now I have to hire two waitresses to replace you. I can’t even go on my vacation anymore.” And that was it. Pizza Hut guys still works there to this day. I can’t walk into a pizza place and not get sick from the smell now.

I lay awake at night often. I think about all the girls that came before me into these men’s lives. And then I get a gut curdling pain when I think of all the ones that were after me. All the ones that my uncle got to. All the ones in the churches. And all the teenage waitresses at that Pizza Hut. I worry that I could have done something to stop it but when I really stop and think about it. I don’t think it was my job to stop it. I think it was my parents job and they failed me and all the other girls. I think it’s the churches that keep loyal money held higher on the totem pole rather than the innocence of children. I think of all these men who are disgusting, vile, and evil vermin who serve no greater purpose than simply paying taxes and dying.

I do get to revel in a few things though. The man from the church that took me to McDonald’s is now serving life in prison due to having 200 files of child pornography on his computer, some of which were homemade. Pizza Hut guy would be 39 or 40 now and is still a fat fucking Pizza Hut delivery driver. Then there’s my uncle Bobby. He died a few years back from an overdose. Everyone cried at his funeral, everyone but me. I even got a few minutes alone with the body to say goodbye. I simply looked at his disgusting, rotting corpse and said “Hope theres a Disneyland in hell. Have fun bitch.”

[babybunnybushride]

Hot Gay Vampire Orgy: A Play

[An archaeologist is fucking around in a vampire castle.]

Archaeologist [sarcastically]: O no, I sure hope a vampire doesn't randomly pop out of nowhere and jumpscare me causing me to shit my pants...

[A vampire appears.]

Vampire: Bleh bleh! I am ze vampire of zees castle! I vant to suck your blood!

A: Wait a fucking minute, how the fuck do you know English? According to every historical record ever: at no point have you left this castle.

V [in a posh accent now]: Well, you see, I use Skillshare. Skillshare is an online learning community to help you learn the skills you need but don't normally have the time to acquire. Being locked up in a castle for centuries gives one time to reflect on the time they wasted laying in a coffin all day. Skillshare helped me learn English, finally install toilets in this filthy hellhole, and cook up a frankly bitchin' grilled cheese sandwich! Use the code "UwUSuckMyBloodHarderDaddy" and get a grand total of 69 days of Skillshare Premium for free today! It's the deal of the century!"

A: What the fuck was that about?

V: I got a hefty sponsorship from them.

A: Pog. Anyways, can I just steal all your shit?

V: Hell no! That's my shit! That's like me coming into your house and stealing your Nintendo and banging your wife!

A: I use Reddit.

V: Ah, I see. That's like me coming into your house and stealing your Nintendo! Just for that I'm going to suck your blood!

A: There's something else you could suck.

V: O yeah? And just what might that be?

A: My dick.

V: I'm sorry, what?

A: I'm just saying, I had to walk here because the train was stolen as soon as I crossed the Romanian border. I haven't jacked off in ages and am horny as hell. Some hot gay vampire sex would be nice.

V: I see what your saying, but my penis is withered from centuries of lying dormant.

A: Well, you could suck mine.

V: I would, but...

A: But what?

V: I'm really in the mood for an orgy right now.

A: I understand. An orgy wouldn't be too bad right now.

V: But how are we going to get enough people for an orgy?

A: Two words: Face, Book

V: Capital idea! Right this way to the computer, sir!

[They walk to the computer in the adjacent room]

A: Now all I have to post is this: "Hot vampire orgy happening at that one castle with the vampire. RSVP if interested. Serious inquiries only."

V: Perfect, now post it!

A [posting it]: Done! Now to let the RSVPs roll in!

SpongeBob timecard guy: 69 hours later...

V: God damn, why aren't people interested?

[There is a ping at the computer.]

A: Hey, someone's interested!

V: Groovy! Who is it?

A: Their profile says they're a stingray.

V: What the fuck is a stingray?

A: It's a weird, flat fish that sting you.

V: Oof.

Stingray [on computer]: hey

A [on computer]: hey

Stingray: u said vampire orgy right?

A: yes

S: vampires can bring people back from the ded right?

A: no

S: fuck i wanted steve irwin to be there

A: y?

S: i tried raping him but i got my dick and tail mixed up

A: what? you stabbed him in the chest

S: i got his vagina and chest mixed up

A: he didn't have a vagina

S: i got his vagina and asshole mixed up

A: pls stop

S: as if i wanted to come to your f***y orgy anyway! keep trying asswipes!

V [irl]: That went well.

A: Shut the fuck up, bitch. How the hell are we supposed to have an orgy now?

[There's a knock on the door.]

A & V: A GUY TO FUCK!?

[They run to the door and open it. Outside is a policeman.]

Policeman: Hi, I'm just letting you know that orgies are illegal here.

A: O.

V: But are threesomes?

P: Technically not, no.

V: Would you like to have a threesome with us?

P: O HELL YEAH!

A: O right, threesomes are just mini orgies! How could I forget?

[rabidmind101]

I told them that I love them last night and in a way I regret it. because while the statement was true, I feel like I still wasn’t ready to share those feelings. it just felt right in the moment to tell them that because I wanted them to know I love them no matter how “messed up” they were from their mental health.

and I still don’t really have the words to explain what I was trying to say to them. I hope one day I realize what I was trying to say so I can better have that conversation with them and comfort them.

also the night before we had the sex talk and then did a few things afterwards. which was amazing. but last night I asked them what their sexual experiences were like before. one of them was a close friend of someone named Alex??? that they all went to high school together. apparently they gave him head multiple times. also there were a couple more people involved in like hookup situations. same sexual action.

and I don’t know why but I literally can’t get my mind off of that. I am completely fixated on it. I guess that happened with J too. because she did speak about how she had sex with a man and I honestly would think about it a lot. I think because I have done all hetero relationships (not straight necessarily but hetero) it’s still a new concept to grasp that my past partners have done sexual things with men. I honestly think this could be a dysphoric thing.

because although I have no desire at this point to be a man in real life, sexually I do want that. as a vagina haver I feel consistently in the inferior position during sex with penis havers. I wish I could feel like one of them. I wish I could feel that experience. it goes so far to the point of I’m never attracted to straight men anymore. I think on the inside it concerns me because I don’t want to be seen as predatory in some way. but also with the way cis gay men are, some of them straight up think women and vaginas are disgusting. and when I feel attracted to them I beat myself up in my head and be like “they would never want me anyways, they think my body is gross” which is really hurtful to think about.

as someone who IS aware of how shallow modern gay male culture is I’m sure any gay man would be confused as to why I would want to participate in it. and I’ve heard the stories of all the cheating, lying, manipulating, and the soulless hookup culture that’s infected the community with negativity. I HATE that. that’s not what I would want to be a part of, but in the same breath I would because it would validate me. maybe not necessarily participate in it, but knowing that I could would be helpful for me.

the reason that I’m fixated on this idea of A having been with men is because in a way men are my biggest competition. when D would talk about his ex gf I could just kinda not care that much. but with men it’s like I can’t help to be so fucking jealous of what they have beyond anatomy. just the way they move throughout life, the things they have access to, the way they can for the most part go wherever at whatever time and not have to worry about being molested or kidnapped or sex trafficked or raped. and just the general companionship I see between men is what really gets me. because I feel like with the way I treat friendships it doesn’t align with women well. and they always despise me for it.

no obligation to see each other often. if there’s a fight you just make up and forget about it. less petty drama. less gossip. just direct and straightforward. which I never find with female friends. the problem is, since I’m perceived as a woman, men don��t even talk to me like a human being unless they find me attractive or worthy of time. and when they do, it’s just on the basis of attraction. that’s why I really loved A (not partner A) because I could tell that he was friends with women, and women who were not attractive as well. and I mean genuine friendships. being his friend was very validating for me and gave me a taste of what it would be like.

I guess you could say since straight men only talk to you on basis of attraction, try befriending gay men. well the issue here is that misogyny still runs wild with these men, and a lot of them think they can get away with this because they’re gay. so often times they’re more open about their misogyny. god forbid one of those fags find you ugly or fat as a woman because him and all this shallow girl friends are gonna fucking flame your ass. it’s literally disgusting how other women let men talk about women like that. shocking and disgusting.

[sugarcherriess]

🚨 Warning this is female based and very much self indulgent (I’m just really bad at writing things in the first person)🚨

Imagine a alien Hoonie who came from a planet where there’s no women. Maybe they had women at one point but they all died off for some reason. The men would be able to reproduce by laying their own eggs (typically in a safe environment) and fertilizing it themselves. The babies would basically just be mini clones of their father. The other way they can reproduce is fertilizing a female’s eggs, but that hasn’t happened in ages since the females died out, so sex more of a think they understand in concept but not in practice. Their species of alien is able to have children with human women, in both ways. They could either lay their eggs in the mother and fertilize it or they could do the normal human way. Either way leads to amazing sex is what you’ll learn- Alien Hoonie was sent to earth to study humans. His planet and society are much more evolved than that of humans, but he can get past it. He was told that he could take a human lover if he so wanted, but he was disgusted by the idea. Why would he need one of them? His view completely changed when he met you. You were the first human he had ever encountered and he was awestruck. You were so different from him. You were a lot smaller than him and had softer, dainty features. His smitten ass would do anything he could to be with you. It was just his luck that you went to the uni he enrolled in to fit in with humans and were assigned to show him around- he’d put on his good boy act, listening intently to every word you said with his doe eyes. He’d take you out to lunch the next day as a thank you for the tour (but it was really an excuse to spend time with you again). He’d keep taking you out and getting closer to you until eventually, he asked you out. It had been a couple months since he first came to earth. You had no idea that he was an alien and he had no intention of telling you yet, fearing that it’d push you away from him. You said yes because he was so perfect and he was clearly in love with you, and so your relationship began. His cute ass would be so cute an caring, but also possessive (on a planet where men were expected to be only parents, it is in their DNA to be protective of those they love). The first time y’all had sex, he has to keep his tentacles in just so he wouldn’t reveal his identity. Sex was nothing like he imagined. All his life, he thought that he’d never need sex, that he’d just go the egg method and not need a mother for his children, but being with you made him change his mind. He was thinking of laying his eggs soon, but now he might just have to lay them in you. On his planet, they were taught that the females of their race had wide vaginas so it’s be easier to take cock and give birth, so imagine his surprise when your little human pussy was so small that he could barely fit his finger in it. He’d shove his unnaturally long tongue inside and stretch you out like that. He almost came in his pants just from this and thought about how lucky human males were to be able to have pussies like this. When he finally started shoving his cock in you, you were overwhelmed. He was so big and long. It was your first time having sex (and his too because you were the first woman he ever met-) and having this monster cock in you was almost too much for your innocent pussy to handle. He ended the night by filling you with gallons of cum and cuddling into you, satisfied with the marks he left on your skin and the cum coating your walls.

- 🍞

Hearing “alien hoonie” had me intrigued but the introduction of tentacles had me out of my seat eyes bulging and shit, full disclosure

ALSO HELLAUR

You know I firmly believe yh is a sick kinky fuck in the head bc all his stans come up with the kinkiest filth to ever filth?? LAYING EGGS??? UNNATURALLY LONG TONGUE??? TIGHT VIRGIN PUSSY????PLEASE TELL ME MORE?????

What if i add my very small and pathetic scenario that maybe he gets so obsessed with your tight deliciousness that he goes berzerk!!!! Loses his mind! Gets pussy obsessed!! But specifically for yours. He starts becoming so obsessed that he starts gatekeeping your existence from the world. Doesn’t let you leave his sight even for a second!!! Only he is allowed to see and devour and breed you noone else

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

The start of a long journey

I spent a year working with my psychiatrist, psychologist and our sex therapist on strategies to work on my self image body complexes. It wasn't until I joined a group session with other women and I learnt of their struggles with the same issues. "Claire" was someone who managed to break through the wall and had started to love her body. To do this she was sharing nudes without her face under a pseudonym on reddit. She said the up votes and positive comments from complete strangers on the posts gave her confidence that she was not getting else where. After talking with my partner I setup a reddit account and shared my first nude. Coincidentally it was the time my partner had seen me completely nude in a seductive position, only ever random glimpses in the shower, we had always kept the lights out during sex our entire relationship. My first photo was a selfie in the bathroom mirror with some random towels to hide the distinctive bathroom in the background just in case anyone we knew would recognise them.

Within an hour I had hundreds of up votes and positive comments. It was the first time in at least a decade that I felt horny, I felt a sex drive build up inside me.. as soon as the kids had gone to sleep I jumped my partner, the light went off and he fucked me. The drive inside me was unsatisfied, I was unfulfilled, I lay there with him snoring beside me wondering what was next. After an hour awake I started to google on my phone. I decided to take some close up selfie's of my vagina and upload them to reddit. It was the first time in my life I had actually had a close look at myself down there. It felt foreign to me, like it was a part of my body that was there but I was unfamiliar with. Within a few hours I had over a thousand up votes and several tens of comments. I lay there still unsatisfied and left yearning for something more.

The next week we had our monthly sex therapist couples session. It was the first time I opened up about how I felt and my experience of sharing the photos. My partner was surprised, he said it was the first time that he had ever heard me comment about anything sexual, ask for anything or do anything sexual in the 20 years we had been together. The therapist gave us a book of things to try as couples and home work to try out a few. That night we took some more photo's of me and shared them on-line. My sexual frustrations started to rage again and we started to play the games from the book. We showered together and then we tried to 69. We had tried this early in our relationship but my body issues stopped it progressing. With a nice clean dick I was enjoying giving him a blow job, but I felt that my partner had no idea what he was doing with his tongue, to be honest I was not sure what he should be doing, but it felt good/bad/good bad in a cycle. The book had described several techniques and it didn't seem to be working. After about five minutes I could feel his body tension, his balls rising and I knew that he was about to ejaculate in my mouth. It must have been a while because it felt like he was spraying my mouth for 5 minutes, his sperm tasted horrible, unlike my previous partners which had passable taste. I could feel it running down my hands on his shaft and down his bum crack onto the bed sheets. As soon as he had finished he gave up trying to pleasure me. Again I lay there wondering why, wondering what, wondering how I could be left in this position. What am I doing wrong.

I was on my phone while he was busy snoring away again. I was reading reddit threads of couples in a similar predicament. I ended up stumbling on cucks, couple swaps and sex parties. Reading the threads and watching the videos that other couples had shared I became so horny. I was so focused on the content my mind was racing that I thought I had wet the bed. It was the first time I had been so wet that my underwear was soaked. I slid my hands down there and felt myself for the first time in my life. In my mid 40's here I was discovering my own body. After a few minutes I stopped, I felt uncomfortable.. As I pulled my hand up from under the blankets I could smell myself, a sweet smell that I hadn't experienced before. I put my phone down and went to sleep. That night I had crazy dreams, I must have slept lightly as I could remember all of them. I was in a gang bang, I was fucking some random guy that I didn't know. I woke up so aroused and exhausted. I googled how to stop being aroused. I needed to satisfy myself but could not bring myself to do it. I was just about to try when the kids came in asking for breakfast. It was an interruption that distracted me long enough to move on.

Over the next few weeks my partner and I made several attempts at other games in the book before we returned to the therapist for our monthly session. We worked through and discussed the problems, he pointed out to my partner that he needed to be more engaged and not thinking about himself only. I could see that he was extremely uncomfortable. It was like the therapist was attacking his manhood. We did an online survey/test and it came out poorly for both of us. The therapist said that we needed to work on satisfying each other as well as ourselves. My partner dropped the bombshell that he had been masturbating almost every day for our entire relationship because his needs had not been met. I was shocked and disgusted. How could I not know this? I guess it made sense we had only had sex under 10 times in 10 years before we started this journey.

The next night I attended the group sessions and went for coffee with "Claire" afterwards, she said that they had tried sex parties, couple swaps, cucking and found that it was a great way to work together at building up each others confidence and to learn what works on your partners by watching. That night I did not get much sleep as I researched the topics.

[jessmonster]

IVF stands for... this fucking sucks

This time last year we were getting ready for our second transfer and it still sucks. 

tw: for pictures of needles

Dude, buying sperm is expensive. That’s probably the first thing I said to my wife when we started looking for a donor. For my 29th birthday she bought me prenatal vitamins and we picked out our donor. We had saved up a good amount of money to start trying and decided we wanted to try at home before we went to a clinic. We had worked really hard to save (see above re: sperm) and making sure that my body could handle it. I got signed off from my physical therapist, my OB, my primary doctor, my chiropractor, and my spine specialist. They told me I would probably have to be on bed rest at some point, but everything else looked okay. We bought all the ovulation tests - bonus it comes with a pregnancy test! - the vitamins, the mucinex, all of it. The first time I got that stupid happy face that I was ovulating I was so excited. Our vial of sperm had shipped via FedEx (figured that was a good sign) and that evening we tried for the first time. Trust me, you want the person who is going to insert a syringe up into your vagina to be your best friend because it is an absolutely ridiculous process and we just laughed and held hands and shoved a pillow under my ass to lift my hips.  

We did this for 4 months and then decided to go to a clinic. Thankfully, we lived in New York at the time and they (through our insurance) covered 3 rounds of IVF. This doesn’t mean we didn’t pay anything. Our meds came out to about $1700 + the fees that insurance doesn’t cover (we ended up paying about $4000 for everything, but our clinic also doesn’t charge $10,000 per round, so..). Our clinic was amazing. It felt like a private clinic and everyone there was so kind and so encouraging. I definitely would not have wanted to go through our transfers and everything with any other group. 

Oral meds, vaginal meds, injections, trigger shots, ice packs. Oh, and giving blood and having a vaginal ultrasound every other day for about 7 days. Thankfully, my wife is the best and remembered every medication and dosage I was on because I had no idea. We had stomach injections, which weren’t so bad for me honestly. The worst, truly, was the progesterone in the ass. It’s a big ass needle and thick injection so you have to push it slowly. Our nurse drew circles on my ass to show Rose where to inject the meds at and sometimes I would forget I had them and would change and Rose would just laugh. I think that was the best part of all of this. I was being pumped full of hormones and getting blood taken every other day and it’s exhausting and emotional and exciting and frustrating, but my partner was the best. She was at every single appointment, drove me 2 hours for our transfers and extractions, held me when I cried in the baby section of Target, and made me laugh throughout it all. Seriously, marry your best friend. 

Transfers are fucking stressful. We always did ours first-ish in the morning because we had a 2 hour drive each way to the clinic and Rose couldn’t take that much time away from work. You can eat before, but you have to have a full bladder. I got acupuncture before and after our transfers, which was nice because it gave me a chance to relax my nerves and tell my body that it was good. My first transfer went smoothly. I got some bad leg cramps, but we saw them place the embryo on the ultrasound and cried together hoping our baby stuck. The second transfer was probably my most traumatic. The doctor and nurse were training with another doctor and nurse, so our room was crowded. Honestly, at that point so many people had seen my vagina, I had no shame. The training doctor was kind of a jerk and also could not be bothered to move any anatomy before pushing the speculum in, so it was painful. He sighed when I twitched (because again, no. anatomy. moved) and was just like “well, it’s in” Yeah okay, thanks dude. The third, and our final transfer, was just difficult. We only had 2 embryos left and it was our last chance to try and get one of them to stick. We decided to implant both, better odds, right? I had to pee during my acupuncture, but again, they need a full bladder. Fine, no problem, I’ll hold it. We get to our room for the transfer and they do the ultrasound in which they put pressure on your bladder and then told us that the doctor would be in in a little bit. And the longer we waited, the longer I thought I was going to burst. I was crying because it hurt. The nurse said it was fine, use the bathroom, but then quickly fill up on water. We did this exact same thing again. After the second time, my bladder wasn’t as full, but the doctor said he could see the lining and could transfer both of them. I cried through the whole thing, squeezed Rose’s hand, and I couldn’t even look at the screen. 

Each time we got the call that my levels had not doubled the way they would if I was pregnant, I shut down. I was devastated. I have always wanted to be a mom. I have wanted to have a baby for so long. I have wanted to see my wife become a mom, and every time they told me no, I saw all of that disappear. It crushed me. What was great was having my support system. My sisters, my friends in Rochester, and my fucking strong ass, amazing wife. Each time it was no, she let me feel all my feelings and never made me feel like it was my fault. Sometimes I still think it is my fault, but thankfully, those feelings have been fewer and further in between. 

I had someone ask me if they that it was worth it? All of the injections and pain and stress and money and honestly, my answer is yes. We did not end up with a baby, but we learned so much and grew together. I found out that my body is strong and capable and I am strong and capable. It made me feel way stronger about a persons right to choose, that’s for damn sure. I went through all of that before having a baby and it was my choice. I would never want to make that choice for someone else. It just absolutely hardened my stance on choice. Moving gave us the chance to pause and talk and see what was next for us. We always wanted to adopt and foster. I will probably make another post about that because there is so much in it. But we are working on getting our license to foster and there is so much paperwork, but I feel happy that we are moving in this direction. I don’t want to say “it all happens for a reason” because that just seems fake. But I think I’m okay knowing that we tried and won’t ever have to wonder “what if.” I am devastated that I don’t have a baby right now. But I also know that what we’re doing now is also important. It also means something. And I get to do it with my best friend and love of my life. I get to hold onto that. 

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[nasty-quillz]

Honeypot

AO3 Mirror

tag: double penetration in one hole, cum eating, snowballing, Rut/Heat Cycle, boypussy, squirting, quirk shenanigans, blow jobs, cunnilingus, threesome

Summary: Hawks is hit by a strange quirk, just before his Rut....

And a meeting with Dabi.

Huge thx to @pervysenpaix for Proof reading!

Art isn't mine, located on pinterest!

Keigo laid on  the exam table, experiencing an entirely different, uncomfortable experience with the Commission appointed Doctor. He laid there, feet planted in stirrups, as the Doctor examined the brand new orifice between his legs.

“Well Hawks, good news is everything looks normal. You seem to have a fully functional vagina. The quirk you were hit with is confirmed to be temporary, but unfortunately we have no idea how long it lasts. Just that it varies from person to person.” 

He pulled the hospital gown back  down before taking off the gloves and tossing them in the waste bin. He adjusts the stirrups so that Keigo can relax his legs after such an invasive and painful exam.

“Since all others affected by this quirk have had drastically different symptoms for unspecified lengths of time, you will be off duty for the foreseeable future. Other heroes will be forced to pick up your slack.”

Keigo sits up. “That’s it? Nothing else? No idea how this will impact my regular spring cycle?”

The Doctor shrugs noncommittally. “Not enough well kept or recorded data on it. We’re giving you until the end of your cycle, before checking in with you. Until then you are free to go.”

With that he leaves the room and Keigo gets re-dressed in his Hero Costume.

Keigo soared over the city to his apartment. He regretted all his life decisions up until then, because how was this his life?

Finally reaching the window to his high rise, he slid it open and floated inside and began shucking his clothes off.

He could already feel the itch of his rut under his skin. It was hot and angry as it spread. A feather went to crank up the air conditioning, while he made his way in all his naked glory to his bathroom.

Stumbling in he caught himself on the cool tile, relishing how it chilled heated skin, if only briefly.

He rested there, breathing deeply as he felt something slick sliding down strong thighs.

He looked between his legs and was met with the jarring evidence that his dick really is just gone.

Between his legs Keigo can see the slick nub of his clit nestled between the engorge lips of his pussy.

He watched as his pussy produced more and more slick that was so thick it was running down his thighs.

“Fuck.” 

The winged hero stumbled over to the shower and turned the cold water on full blast.

He threw himself into the shower and sighed as cold water washed over flushed skin.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought it was.

He was wrong. Horribly horribly wrong. 

Keigo had been laying in his bed, going at it for hours. Various sex toys lay around him as he writhes on his sheets.

His rut had finally hit and it was fucking him up in a whole new way.

With his normal rut, Keigo knew what to expect. He wanted to fuck everything. Just find a tight hot hole to fuck and sink his knot into.

Usually he got help from Rumi, the older woman  having similar experiences with her own quirk. She could easily subdue and move him if he went a little too feral, while also riding his dick like she was mad at it.

But she couldn’t help this time.

Even having explained the situation, with the thought that he kept a strap for her in his closet in the back of his mind, she was stuck in another city dealing with the aftermath of a villian attack. 

She was needed for the search and rescue and she wouldn’t be back to Musutafu for several days.

Keigo had been in near tears at the realization that he’d be alone, which he was 90% sure was the quirk.

What he was 100% certain about was the quirk was at fault for the empty feeling that drove him to his current position.

Keigo lay there, spread eagle with a vibrator in his ass and a big fat dildo in his dripping pussy.

Both  being manned and controlled by red feathers.

The vibrator pressed against his prostate, making stars burst to life in his vision as he came for the umpteenth time.  The empty feeling only abated long enough for him to come down from high. When it was clear, he was right back to where he started.

Violently horny and miserable.

He  frantically searched for the toy he was looking for on his bed. Hand landing it, he grasped it tightly as he dragged himself up on his knees. He kneeled there panting as he looked down at the fat, thick dildo with a suction cup at the base.

Keigo brought it up to his flushed face and drooled on to  the suction cup. Saliva pooled into the cup until the man was satisfied. He hastily attached it to his headboard, throwing pillows aside.

Hastily he turned around, letting his head  fall on his forearms, as he went ass up on his bed. He felt the thick press of the toy against his pussy. 

He moaned loudly, as he bared down on the fat head of the dildo. The feel of is spreading him open was so fucking good! Keigo continued to sink further and further down the length, vaguely noting the way his cunt gushed around the toy.

Finally he got to the bottom, the cheeks of his ass meeting the wood of the headboard. 

He hummed blissfully, before he began riding the toy. 

“Oh fuck me, yes!”

Keigo dragged his hips up and down, savoring the way it filled him up over and over. He humps back on his toy, moaning as it drags over that spot inside him that makes him see stars over and over.

Again he finds himself thinking of having someone here to do this for him. The thought of Rumi lances through his mind. How she would look at him as he rode her strap. How strong thigh muscles would flex as she pinned him down and fucked him, but just as quick as it's, there it's gone.

Keigo's mind focuses on the thought of a real dick sinking into the soft pink heat of his pussy. The way it would twitch inside him as the person would come breeding him. The thought excited him so much he started going for broke on the dildo and didn't notice the voices in his living room.

"He was supposed to meet with me yesterday, but he didn't show up."

"Well he wanted to meet me and now he will. Let's see how he likes coming home to villains in his apartment. He'll be lucky if he's not dust by the end of his explana-"

"...Did you hear that?"

"Hear wha-"

A loud moan followed by wet messy noises interrupts the two men.

"Is that...what I think it is?” Dabi’s eyes narrowed as they both stood in the young hero’s apartment, heads tilted as if to hear better.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” The torrent of swear was followed by a loud moan and more sloppy noises. They were coming from down the hall, where the bedroom was.

Tomura growls when it’s confirmed what they were hearing. “Did he miss the meeting to-to get his dick wet!?” The younger man was irate as he spoke to his companion.

Dabi, who was clearly angry, but not nearly irate, glowered in the direction of the bedroom.”Sounds like it, Boss.” A scarred arm came up, flames igniting. “What do you say? Wanna go crash bird brain’s party?” The Look in his eyes spoke of nothing good and it was met with a scarred rictus grin.

Gloves decayed on Tomura’s hands as he grinned at his Lieutenant. “Let’s give our little hero a surprise.”

Both men moved in sync, trench coats trailing behind them as they made their way down the hall. The loud moaning and squelching noises got more prominent as the men drew closer. 

From the sounds of it, someone was trying to muffle themselves with a pillow and they weren’t doing a good job. Dabi and Tomura got just outside the hero’s bedroom and were able to hear the dull banging of a headboard.

“Feathered bastard must really be going at it.” Dabi muttered spitefully under his breath. He looked at Tomura. “Well, after you, Boss.”

Tomura narrowed his eyes, but reached out and touched his fingertips to the door. It crumbled in seconds and the two young men stepped into the dimly lit room, but immediately froze at the scene before them.

On the bed was Hawks, face buried in a pillow and ass up as he fucked himself on a large dildo. He looks up at the sound of their footsteps and locks eyes with the two men frozen in place.

Dabi and Tomura jaws hung open as they took Keigo in. He starred at them and hadn’t even stopped fucking himself as he did it.

His amber eyes were different, sharper, more animalistic than what was normal. More feral than usual and fever bright. They were entranced as they stared at the man.  

Keigo was paying them no mind as he raced towards his climax. He could feel the pressure building, cresting that bliss filled peak that promised to undue him if he could just get there.

He acknowledged the two men briefly, before letting his eyes fall on the toys strewn across his bed. His eyes land on a vibrator, larger than the one he had been using before, and a bottle of lube. 

Red feathers moved to grab the toy and coated it thoroughly, before it moved they moved to position in at his glistening furled hole. Keigo torturedly stopped his amorous movements to properly take the toy. As it stretched his ass, he whined burying his face in the pillow.

He could feel the way his pussy was drooling around the toy at the added penetration. Once fully seated he began the process of pushing himself to climax again. It built and built and built until he was just on the edge. Somewhere on the bed a feather rested on a remote. It turned the remote to the highest setting and the vibrator came to life.

Keigo’s vision whited out as his orgasm slammed into him. It was Euphoria spreading through his entire being.

At the foot of the bed Dabi and Tomura stood aroused as they watched the young man squirt all over the headboard before collapsing, cross eyed and blissed out.

The two villains stood there frozen, but dicks hard in their pants, not sure on what to do.

They watched as Keigo seemed to bask in his afterglow for a few moments, before he was letting out a keening sound.

His face, that was previously buried in his sheets, seems to lull up miserable and groaning when the hero's feral gaze lands on them.

Their eyes were locked like that for a few breathless moments and they stared at each other.

Keigo didn't know how Dabi found his place, couldn't focus on that for too long as he was hyper aware of who was standing in his bedroom.

Tomura Shigaraki, Japan's Most Wanted Villain.

And he appeared to be palming what looked to be his fat cock as he stared at him.

“...Heya Dabi,” he panted. “And Tomura Shigaraki, nice to final-oh fuck!” The man’s greeting was interrupted by another wave of heat surging through his veins. He scrambles forward, hands searching for something to stuff his sloppy hole with. 

He whines defeatedly, before realizing that his biggest toy is still stuck to the slick covered headboard and scrambling to his knees to grab for it, mental faculties too impeded to think of using his feathers.

When he turned and crawled to get his toy Dabi and Tomura sucked in a breath. 

The hero’s position revealed the flushed pretty pink lips of his pussy. They stared at the engorged lips, fat and reddened from what they had to guess was an intense season of the hero fucking his cunt sloppy on the toys littered across his bed. 

His folds glistened in the low light and they both licked their lips as they saw the puffy red bud of his clit, sticky with his release. Dabi was the first to speak up.

“Fuck Hero, you treat all your guests to this kind of a view?” The man looked back at the villains dazed and horny, only for him to zero in on where both young men were palming their dicks. At the sight of them he abandoned his mission for his dildo to go face down ass up on his bed.

“Fucking Christ.” Dabi breathed as the rustle of a belt could be heard in the loud panting filling the room. 

Keigo whimpered, looking back at both men. "Got hit by a quirk. Accelerated my rut and gave me a-a…" 

"A sloppily wet pussy." 

Keigo's eyes snapped to lust blown red ones. 

Tomura has undone his pants and has taken out what is truly an impressive dick. It's thick and long and uncut as he strokes a dangerous hand over it.

His eyes are glued to Keigo's cunt as he strokes his dick. "You look more like a bitch in heat, bent ass up waiting to take cock. You need to be dicked huh, Hero?  Need us the stuff your fat juicy pussy?"

Keigo keens as he moves a hand under him to play with his clit. "Shit need it-Fuckin' empty, and it won't stop." He's fingers moved further down to spread the glistening lips of his pussy as he shifted down to the foot of the bed.

Dabi and Tomura stare transfixed as they watch wet pink walls clench and twitch around nothing. They drink closer until they're the hero is within arms reach.

"Goddamn that's hot." Dabi now had his own hard length in hand, languidly stroking it. His head was tilted as if he was thinking, but the heated stare he had on Keigo's pussy let him know exactly what that was.

"Please f-fuck me. I n-need it. Need something fat t-to fuck my pussy." He was still toying with his clit.  "P-Please fuck my pussy." His sopping wet cunt dripped down his hand.  "Need to be d-dicked—Fucked full of come."

Keigo was going out of his mind. There were two here, two people that could fuck him full. Yes they were villains, but none of that mattered more than stretching his virgin cunt on said villain's dicks, until they left him dripping with it like a pretty little cocksleeve.

His skin was on fire with its sensitivity. Everything was too much and not enough at once.

That is until a hand caressed down his back. It was hot and rough and the tease of metal let him know who it was. 

"Arch that back a little more for us Pretty Bird." Knees hitting hard wood floors could be heard. "Let's see how fast I can make you fall apart on this tongue, Birdy."

Keigo felt hands come up and moaned as thumbs stretch apart, before a hot wide tongue licked up his cunt and across his asshole.

"Ah—Dabi!"

There was a dark chuckle before mismatched lips were kissing the older man's cunt. Keigo couldn't help the way he grinded back on the taller man's face.

Tomura watched all of this from the sidelines and stroked his cock. The way Keigo keened as Dabi ate him out sparked something inside him.

Without a second thought the younger man walked to the side of the bed to climb onto it and plant his fat dick in Keigo's face. The panting young man's gaze locks on the villain's dick.

Tomura smacked Keigo's lips with his dick a few times. "Open up, Hero. Let's see how good you suck dick. Maybe it'll stop me from dusting you for wasting our time." 

Keigo moaned as he licked at the sticky pre-come smeared across his lips. Nodding, he opened his mouth and used his hand to gently pull back the younger man's foreskin, letting his tongue swipe over the tip.

Tomura inhaled sharply, whining as the hero engulfed the man's cock with his hot wet mouth. He sucked slowly as he looked up into red lust blown eyes. When amber met crimson, the hot hard flesh in Keigo's mouth twitched.

Suddenly Dabi's voice filled the air. "Whatever you're doing up there, it's making him wet as fuck." Keigo moaned around Tomura when Dabi licked greedily at his pussy.

Tomura let out a groan of his own, one dangerous hand digging in hair, pinky raised, as he thrusts into the blonde's hot mouth. "He seems to like having a dick in his mouth." 

Keigo moans enthusiastically, running his tongue up the length of his dick and hooking it under the foreskin making Tomura's voice pitch higher.

"F-Fuck Hawks!" The hero looks up at the villain, mouth still wrapped firmly around his dick, tongue toying with his tip. "D-Do that again. Lick right there—Shit!

Keigo listened to the man, rut addled brain happy to service the man fucking his face. As he got into the rhythm of what he was doing, Dabi's hot tongue distracted him.

The other man was absolutely devouring his pussy. A hot tongue fucked languously into his hot channel, tasting as much slick as he could. 

Above, Keigo could feel staples drag against slick flesh minutely as the villain ate his cunt. He pulled off Tomura’s dick, letting the heavy girth of it rest against his face.

“Dabi, Dabi fuck! Deeper, lick me deeper!” His hips rutted back on the man’s face, as he begged. 

Tomura, losing patience, grabbed blonde hair in a four fingered hold and humped against the man’s face. “C’mon Hero, open your slut mouth.” He bullied his fat tip between abused lips and dragged the Hero’s mouth over turgid flesh.

Keigo started what had to be a wail, and it vibrated deliciously through Tomura’s dick. Below he watched Keigo’s eyes crossed and his hips twitch violently against Dabi’s face. 

Through all the wet squelching noise he could make out the sound of…water splattering the sheets?

Dabi pulled away, gasping before latching on to what Tomura realized, was his squirting clit.

He swore softly, sinking into Keigo’s throat and rutting into the tight wet heat ravenously.

Behind the Hero, Dabi was having a ball. He drank down the thick stream of cum, moaning raggedy as he stroked his own cock

His heated tongue massaged Keigo’s clit as large fingers fucked into him at a steady pace. 

All Keigo could hear aside from Tomura's moans was the wet sloppy sound of the villain playing with his pussy. It made him thrust into his ministrations as he once again swallowed Tomura fat dick.

The younger villain gasped as his hard flesh was swallowed, hips making little abortive thrusts. Tomura held Keigo down as he fucked his throat, whining at the tight wet heat fucking his dick.

"His throat's so g-good Dabi-F-fuck!”

Tomura watched as Dabi pulled away from the hero's cunt and looked at him. His eyes were blown wide and his face was covered in Keigo's juices. 

"Hmm damn Birdy, look at you go. You really were built to be nothing but a fleshlight huh." 

Tomura watched as the hand resting on Keigo's ass moved out of immediate sight and Dabi let out a groan. From his vantage point Tomura could see his subordinate, languidly jerking off to the sight of Japan's #2 Hero getting skull fucked by the country's most wanted and the entrancing sight of the hero's pussy being split open on scared fingers.

"Shit Tomura, listen to him gag. It's fucking hot." The young leader flushed and thrust harder. "Fuck yes, choke him on it." 

Dabi's hand sped up and Tomura's dick twitched at the sight of the other man fucking his own fist as his buried his face back in the ripe cunt before him. 

Tomura can feel drool saturating his balls, where Keigo’s lips are wrapped around the hit. Suddenly he feels a tongue lick out under his sack and can’t help the shudder that goes through him. “Shit Hawks,” came the breathy moan of the younger man. He pulled out of the sinful mouth and teabagged heavy balls into his mouth. “Suck on them,” was the ground out command.

Keigo did, laving them with his tongue, before engulfing them with his mouth. He hummed encouragingly, when Tomura began jerking off over his face.

“Fucking—Shit. That’s it Hawks, keep sucking. God you’re such a slut, on your knees desperate for Villain nut.” He groaned out as pre beaded on the fat head of his cock. “What would all your adoring fans think? If they knew their pretty pristine hero was a cock hungry bitch in heat.” His pre cum dribbled off his dick heavily and Tomura grunted watching it drip on to the man’s flushed face.

Keigo’s eyes narrowed in on it as it fell, moaning into the young Villain’s sack when it did. He watched hungrily as Tomura’s hand striped over his cock, head peeking out the foreskin, angry and weeping. He wanted the man to cum on his face. Leave him messy with it, while they fuck him. 

He feels how heavy the man's sack rests on his tongue. Knows his face would be glazed in it.

Keigo’s heat-addled brain wants that desperately.

He pulls away and fondles him as his speak, “Cum on my face.” It comes out ragged and a little deranged. His tongue lulls out and he strains his neck, trying to lick at ruvelts of pre cum. His eyes are practically glowing in the low light of the room “Let me taste your nut.” 

In that moment Tomura can’t do anything but swear. The look of him in and his begging driving him over the edge. He fuck his fist over Hawks face, hurting to his peak.

“Fuck yeah, hold your tongue out,” his voice is breaking. “Be a good lil Hero for me and swallow all of this villain nut.” He aims for his mouth, but Tomura’s climax erupts from him in hot messy thick spurts. It gets all over his face. In on his tongue. Even gets in his hair. 

And Keigo moans as his face is glazed in the man cum, only miniscule relief from the heat in his vain.

Above his Tomura, wrings the last of his cum out, before smacking his still hard dick on the avian hero’s tongue. “Clean me off, Slut.” He groans as a hot cum filled mouth takes him in and sucks him clean.

Behind Keigo. Dabi is teasing his pussy, face glistening with squirt. Tomura notices and stops him.

“Wait.” He pulls out of Keigo’s mouth as he does and ignores the way the man whines. “We’re doin this a different way.”

Dabi glares, but backs off. “Well hurry up, the only who hasn’t cum yet is me and I’m not tryna wait for whatever plan you’ve come up with.”

“Tsk. Just shut up and lay back on the bed.” 

Dabi curses, but moves to comply, swapping places with his leader and laying back. Tomura had moved behind Hawks and pulled the man up by his hair. 

For the first time Dabi got a look at the man’s face since they started. Cum covered his face in thick globs. Lips were red and swollen from getting fucked. Eye’s still glassy with need. Dabi bit his scared lip  at the site. 

Seeing the country’s pristine poster boy for justice and heroism, covered in villain cum and begging to be fucked, was a high that Dabi doubted could ever be matched. He idly stroked his cock as he watched Tomura position Hawks between his legs. 

“There you go, Slut.” His hand was still buried in his hair, pinky raised. “Show muy Lieutenant for grateful you are that made this nasty cunt,” He pressed three deadly fingers into Keigo's pussy, as he whispered in his ear. “Squirt all over your bed.”

He was pressed against his back, dick heavy on his slick thighs. He folded Keigo in half, pushing his head against Dabi’s cock. Before Dabi knew what hit him, Keigo swallowed him down to the root, sealing his lips around his dick, suckling earnestly. 

Avian eyes looked up at him, from under blonde lashes, as he hummed around Dabi’s girth. He let drool fill his mouth as he bopped up and down, enjoying the ever present tug of Tomura’s fingers in your hair. 

Keigo slurped noisily as he sucked Dabi’s dick, letting the head stroke against the velvety clutch of your throat. The moan he let out was rough and tinged with desperation, as his hips bucked up into your mouth. 

“His Goddamn mouth. Where did the Hero Commission’s perfect poster boy learn to give neck like this?” A scarred hand dug into the sheets, as he humped into Keigo’s throat. “Yeah that’s it Prettybird, swallow me—Mmph! There, use your tongue on it. Good boy.”

Keigo looked adoringly up at Dabi as he swallowed around the man. He didn’t leak as much at Shigaraki, but his long circumcised dick grew harder and harder in his throat, until it was like trying to swallow around a steel rod. But that was fine for Keigo, as long as he could swallow the man’s cum, everything was fine.

It was not fine for Tomura, however.

Suddenly the hand in blonde hair tightened and forced Keigo’s head down, until his kips were flushed against Dabi’s pelvis. The man choked and struggled, while Dabi gasped and lost control of his hips.

Gagging and choking filled the room, as Dabi cursed.

“Fuck Boss, That’s—” His words broke off, when Keigo swallowed around him. “Oh damn, Tomura he’s—”

Tomura shook his head, “You didn’t get to cum, yet Dabi.” The hand still Pumping three fingers in Hawks’ pussy, thrust deeply, as if the emphasize his words. “Use him.” The hot look in the man’s eyes sent a shiver down Dabi’s spine. He nodded breathlessly, going to sink his hands into his hair, but Tomura stopped him.

“Aht aht. I’m holding his head still, just fuck his throat.”

Between the two men Keigo whined, hips grinding back into the hand toying with his pussy, and struggling to breath around Dabi’s dick.

Dabi’s breath hitched, but he obeyed. 

Planting his feet he began fuckiong Keigo’s throat earnestly. The wet heat gripping him was intoxicating. Slick and hot around him. He gasped as it rippled around him, as the Hero tried to breath. He rutted ruthlessly into it, not letting up for a second. 

He looked to the Hero servicing his cock and felt a fresh wave of heat over take him. Keigo was looking at him with the hottest hungriest look in pinning pupils. He was still struggling to breathe, but he looked happy about it.

Face still covered in cum and all.

It was too much for Dabi to handle. Throwing his head back and sinking his dick the deepest he could manage, he came, vision whiting out.

Vaguely he was aware of Hawks choking on his cum, but he was too lost in orgasmic bliss to notice. 

What he did notice was cool air on his dick. 

Tomura had pulled the choking man off his subordinate’s still cumming cock, smirking when stray spurts of the pyromaniac's cum decorated his face.

“Aww look at our lil Hero, covered in our cum.” His fingers, still working in the man’s cunt, pulled out with a wet squelch. Without a second thought, the Villain tasted the man’s juices. “I see why Dabi was so enthusiastic. You taste so sweet.” 

The word was punctuated with a smack to his soaked folds that made the blonde keen, back arching, as he continued to shiver. 

Dabi and Tomura stared at him in shared astonishment. 

“Did he just—”

“I think he did.” 

Between them, Keigo rested with his cheek on Dabi's thigh, still shuddering. He let out a soft whimper, drawing the men's attention.

“Dabi. Shigaraki.” His voice rang with the first note of lucidity they’d heard since they approached the bed.

They looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

The demand was clear. 

Dabi didn’t have to be told twice, “Okay Birdbrain, who first then?” The blonde huffed, clearly irritated and losing patience.

“Both.” 

Tomura scoffed. “So I guess one in his pussy and the other in his—”

“Both. In my pussy. Now.” The words hung in the air and Dabi and Tomura had a moment where they looked at each other in absolute surprise, before moving in perfect synchrocity. 

Tomura and Dabi had Keigi straddling Dabi’s hips with the latter’s dick pressing into the soaked folds of his pussy. 

Keigo couldn't tell you how he got there, before he was being sat on the man’s dick. “Yes!” He keened, back arching. He felt the man in him like a steel rod once more. He savored it, blissful in the act of finally getting fucked.

Then the fat wet head of Tomura’s cock nudged into him. The noise Keigo let out was one of indescribable relief. The man’s fat girth stretched his pretty pink cunt impossibly wide and Keigo could cry from the heat, finally abating more than a fraction.

He was jostled, and pulled out of his revelry, by Dabi sitting up. Their pressed flush together as he sett;ed into a comfy position. 

“Now! Please Gods, fuck me now!” 

Behind him Tomura chuckled darkly, careful of the small wings on his back. 

He Gives a harsh thrust, groaning as he feels the underside of his dick drag against Dabi’s. The heat engulfing him might as well be a furnace. Keigo’s pussy flutters and he practically drools at the feeling. He gives another thrust, setting out a steadily building pace.

“Holy shit, his pussy’s so good.” He gripped a tanned hip and he sped up his stroke. “C’mon Dabi, move. Fuck him with me.” The edge of Tomura’s voice was going starry around the edges.

Dabi grunted, clearly keyed up, from the friction of his boss’ cock fucking against his. His hips moved in a counterpoint to Tomura’s. On each drag out, Tomura fucked in. 

Dabi, for all his bravado earlier had very little experience with sex. The fact that he was Double penetrating the pussy of the country’s #2 Hero as a Villain with the country’s most wanted, didn’t help. Everything about what they were doing was wrong  and it made Dabi’s balls tighten just thinking about it. 

He let himself be distracted,by Hawks mouth pressing against his in a sloppy kiss. 

The inside of his mouth tasted like Dabi and Tomura’s cum, still. Strong and musky and filthy. Hell he could feel their mixed cum smearing on his cheek. The utter debauchness of the entire scenario made the young Villain fuck faster into the man’s perfect heat.

Then as if reminding him, Tomura, faced pressed closer on the opposite side, from behind. Only he wasn’t trying to kiss Hawks, he was licking their spend off a tanned cheek. Dabi pulled back, turned on even more. When he did, Tomura turned Keigp’s head to his, to feed him their combined cum.

“There you go Slut. Swallow all that villain cum.” 

Keigo did and Dabi just stared. Tomura wasn’t having it though. “Go on Dabi, feed our  Hero our nut, he likes it.”  He kissed Keigo again, without cum on his tongue, kissing deep and mapping out the man’s mouth.

Dabi simply obeyed, leaning forwards and swiping up their cum on his own tongue. When he was close enough, Tomura broke the kiss and guided Kigo’s mouth to his. He smirked as they both moaned into the kiss. 

“Uh huh, enjoy it. Fuck he just got so tight.” Tomura canted his hips, cleaning up the last on the cum on his side, before hooking a finger under Dabi’s chin and pulling him away from Keigo causing him to whine pitifully.

Without warning Tomura, kissed Dabi, feeding him their shared essence and fucking roughly it Keigo. 

Dabi was no better, hips going crazy as his boss tongue fucked his mouth. The swapped their cum back and forth, until Tomura pulled away, long strand of spit and nut between them

“Swallow it and cum in him, with me,” The words were groaned, but they were all the man needed, His hips thrust one. Two. Three. Four times, in sync with Tomura’s, before all three men moaned out their orgasm.

Their vision was filled with stars as they each felt release crash into them. Vaguely Dabi felt Keigo squirt splash across his abdomen, before he succumbed to the passion of it along with Tomura and Keigo. 

The three collapsed in a sweaty sticky heat, panting and unable to move,

Out of them all though, Keigo was the most lucid. The last thing he was aware of, before sweet unconsciousness took him, was the heat undulating under his skin abating. 

“Finally.” He shut his eyes and the world was gone.