#im having so many homosexual thoughts about this woman bye

[luvsicksubs]

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pretty in pink - yachi hitoka 

cw: femslash, sub!yachi, femddom, praise kink, squirting, fingering, corruption etc. 

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i love women so much... so much.... 

College is stressful. 

For Yachi, school work was always stressful. Grown out of her highschool habits, but not entirely out of her highschool nerves. College is different, she’s studying the thing she loves and the expectations always weight heavy on her shoulders. Generally inexperienced with adulthood - college was daunting. Everything was daunting. 

Meeting you had been that way - to a degree. You were calm and at least visually level-headed (though Yachi would learn that you simply spaced out), everything about you made her feel dizzy. Yachi has liked girls her whole life - a pretty girl could breathe at her and she might fall away to pieces. 

And you were so pretty, and flirtatious too. Confident about your sexuality in a way Yachi wasn’t. Nothing could really prepare her for the whirlwind that was your flirty comments, your touchy hands, your doting eyes. She always caught in a split second before it disappeared in a  flash into nothing-ness. You always gave her a little smile after-wards, a friendly quirk of lips just incase she was uncomfortable. But she’d blush always, never stiff and you knew. 

Yachi doesn’t know how to be anything but a good girl - in truth. She never partied in her four years of university, she only drinks with friends and never more than a few glasses and sex... was almost off limits. She was clumsy with her own body, easily frustrated - it was hard to get the right rhythm down and feel turned on enough by anything. Everything that was supposed to be sexy felt manufactured and over-produced. Yachi has cum maybe once or twice - in her whole life because it felt impossible. 

Meeting you was life-changing, to put it shortly. Your touch had her nerves so frazzled, the warmth of your breath on her neck making her squirm. You always chuckle in her ear in that knowing way only you can. Run your hands down her thighs when she’s standing alone in a skirt, tucking your chin over her shoulder with your tits pressed against the curve of her spine. Yachi couldn’t help it - biting her lips swollen as she fought back all of her urges. 

Confessing to Yachi had been a win for the both of you.  You shared a sweet kiss on a balcony and she brought you to her apartment since you missed the train. 

It didn’t take very long to get her worked up. One kiss had turned into two and that turned into making out. Groping hands, scraping your nails every so slightly down her sides, a knee pressed to her soaked shorts and panties. You remember the way she trembled, so worked up as she placed her hands on your shoulders and begged you to make the feeling go away. The way she hiccuped into your shoulders as you played with her clit, sucked hickies into her neck, called her your pretty girl. 

Yachi came so hard that night she nearly passed out in your arms. You were there right after too, kissing her forehead and calling her your sweet girl, your princess - whatever suited your fancy. And Yachi - obedient as can be, touched you too. Clumsy, ditzy - but try-hard and eager. 

Yachi is a good, good girl. Sweet. She’s pliant and needy and more horny that she knows what to do with - but you love the way she depends on you. The way you’ve made a mess out of her with a few words and eager kisses. 

Her thighs are spread over yours, sitting in your lap and facing away from you. She’s so pretty, you wanna swallow her up. The pale curve of her belly, the strain in her trembling thighs. Dressed in pink - the color that looks prettiest on her. Her nipples are hard and rosy and swollen - bitten purple. She thrashes, her back curved as you pump two fingers into her wet cunt. Your palm pressed against the apex of her pussy, throbbing clit pulsating against it. She grinds her hips your hands are bigger than her. The curve hits her g-spot perfectly and it feels so good. 

“Y/N,” she whines, rolling her hips against your hands. You chuckle, kissing her shoulder blade. 

“Yeah baby?,” 

She whines about your question, whines for you in general. You feel her clench and clamp down around your fingers. You grin against her neck. 

“You gonna cum again for me, princess? Gonna soak my fingers in your cum, are ya pretty girl?,” you croon. Yachi’s head feels heavy with lust, tiny hands fisted on your knees. She nods rapidly. 

“Feels weird, feels so, feels - ngh,” she shuts her eyes, body halted as you pump your fingers into her pretty little pussy even faster, even harsher. You can hear the filthy way her cum gets displaced. Sticky on her sides, down her cunt, on your hands. 

“Please, please, please - I’m gonna,” her voice trembles, her entire body seizing as you quickly pull your fingers out. Your eyes widen in surprise, a grin on your face as you rapidly rub your girlfriends clit with 3 fingers, watching as she squeaks. Your freehand holds her to your waist but it keeps coming. Cum soaking the couch cushions and carpet. A stream of cum all over everything. 

“Good fuckin; girl,” you huff against her neck, shoving your two fingers inside her fluttering hole again as you hold her tight to you. She shakes her head.  

“Too - ‘s too much,” she yells. You shush her, rapidly fucking her open with your fingers, easily fitting another one inside. She hiccups desperately at the stretch, feeling it again. All over again, and so soon. 

“Can you give me another one, princess? One more for me. Make a mess of your pretty little pussy, baby - be a good girl just for me,” 

“Aaah, aaah,” her back stretches up into an arch as you continue to ruin her. Corrupting your angel girl and fucking her open so easily. Her insides soft and wet but still so tight around your three fingers it feels like she can barely take them.  

“Oh god,” she squeezes her eyes shut, overwhelmed as you hold her body to you. Your fingers at  her clit, laughing as she squeezes her thighs and screams. Her chest heaves, overstimulation fulling grasping her as she slumps in your arms. 

“You’re so, haaah, so mean,” she pouts, cuddling into your arms with her eyes fluttering shut. You kiss her neck soft, agreeing. 

“That’s why you like me, isn’t it baby?,” 

She blushes at the implication. Stress melted away, a good girl once more - just for you. 

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[kidnamedfinger]

my high liveblog/review of love and leashes

ok so basically this movie has everything. lee jun-young is playing the sub like a total dandy a fruit like almost offensively so. he just looks more natural in the scene where seohyun imagines he's a dom. lee jun-young my advice is end your inner gay stereotypes

the scene with the dogs felt like literally, mulholland drive. you're very pensive about a dangerous secret. someone instantly mentions the secret for a coincidental reason, which makes you wonder if the thoughts were read...basically challenges the truth of the cinematic plot of events. u ask for some allegorical advice, you get some allegorical truisms. and you are startled by a cgi-looking dog 45 degrees to your left. ++++ the red room moment where it pans to jihoo and hes dissolving in the endless wave of mirrors as a synth beat plays

the way the boss is a normal dude but the way he expresses sexual harassment is "i think women belong in the kitchen btw. women are just objects to me"

"why do i hear a dog sound?" -junyoung the furry sobbing

+ the way he goes from shaking crying whimpering to "be my master? :D no? :D okay :D bye :D"

the shot where they both walk down the fluorescent motel with cutesy indie music playing omfgg it wants to be love in translation or smth so baaad

when he explains that he became a sub bc hes fetishizing the times he fails hes like "if im gonna take so many Ls from the world im gonna at least have a sexy girl give them to me"

producers clearly went down the list of wikipedia bdsm acts and were like "hot wax? gag? dog play? feet? ok thats what hes into." whereas if we could have gotten a POS (person of sub) on the writing team the FIRST thing we would see is the strap

ALSO, producers went down their list of impressions they had about a non-film office job like "hur hur i clock in at 9am shuffle papers and get drinks at the office cafe"

why do they keep cutting away when they whip his thighs... get a stunt double

the scene where he gets whipped is like when shinee had to hump the camera for body rhythm like its so obvious youve never done this before

when jiwoo feeds jihoo and the couple behind them sounds so indignant and u think its because theyre offended but theyre totally not offended they just think its an allegory for something they should improve in their own dynamic of strong man weak woman

ok that wasnt great. when they have an attempted sexual assault but they shoot it so youre supposed to be confused abt if its a scene or real. ??

the moral (haha get it): junyoung is playing it like a loser nerd otaku never even seen a woman before. basically compare it to the homophobia subplot, he plays that like hes standing up so passionately against homophobia because he so strongly believes he is not a homosexual bc he knows what homosexuals look like and he doesn't look like that. this is getting really borderline offensive but its what is on my mind. but basically re: the sub thing hes playing it like what a normie, someone who is patriarchical but not as weird as a dom, thinks a sub would act like. and he gets comfortable in the role only in the scenes where he knows he, a straight normal person, would not do the same thing.

anyway and the way he Should be playing it (and the way he looks more natural playing it) is just how he personally identifies which is literally just a normal dude who can act normally in public

[mysydneymemories-blog]

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