#you understand how it is. I am giving you 1000000 kisses now also.

[constantlyunlightening]

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Kinktober Day 6: Overstimulaion w/ Mirio Togata

Other kinks/Trigger warnings: praise kink, minor breeding kink

I say overstimulation but it was less of a focus than I would have liked. That being said, Mirio is a good boy and this fic is fluffy as hellllllllll. I actually ended up having a lot of fun with it, once I got in my groove.

Go and get your back blown out, bby

Disclaimers: Read/interact only if you’re 18+. Characters are all 20+

For clarification, you had been joking.

Dating Mirio meant an endless stream of joking and teasing and laughing. The man had always been an outstanding source of positivity for you and you wanted to be one back to him. He found strength in humor and you wanted to be another form of strength for him. It was perfect that way. You loved the dumb jokes and the silly chats you two had. You loved the way his smile lit up his entire face when you cracked a dumb pun. He loved your little giggles that turned into big belly laughs when he started cracking them back.

You two had a relationship that was, in part, built on humor.

So, when you had teasingly sent him a naughty message today, it was a joke.

“Maybe you should live up to your name and make me cum a million times 👀”

You thought his reply was a joke.

“Hah! Sounds like a challenge and I’m up for it!”

You had also thought he had been joking when he had brought home a wheelchair that very day and told you it was because you were going to have a real hard time walking tomorrow. An elaborate joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Now you weren’t so sure how much of a joke it actually was.

“That’s three!” In the wake of your third orgasm, your eyes managed to flutter down to the tuft of blonde that was between your legs and you soon met Mirio’s twinkling gaze as he smiled at you, lips left wet with your essence. “You’re handling those really well, princess! You sound so sweet when you moan out for me that I can’t really help myself.” His voice was as cheery and light as ever. It was almost hard to believe that such a sweet tone was coming from the same man who had been going down on you like a man starved and yet….

“Miri-” you almost whined out. Three orgasms on his tongue alone was leaving you a bit weak. Didn’t help the way he melted you with his words after each of them - telling you how cute you were shaking underneath him. “Y-you don’t actually have to count them.”

“That’s a good one! Impressive that your cracking jokes after you went all tremble-y on me like that. Just another thing for me to adore about you, huh?” He readjusted his grip on you. He was lying prone between your legs, both his arms having snaked underneath your thighs to prop them up and leave you open for him. However, one of his hands went from completely coiling around your thighs, to now moving to press down on your stomach, pinning your lower abdomen to the bed. Your last orgasm had left you back rounded off the bed and this was probably a measure to counter that. Easier to get you off when you were anchored in place. “If I don’t keep track, how am I going to know how many more I have to go, silly. I mean, you can try counting if you want but-” he trailed off and you could see that mischievous gleam in his eyes as he licked the taste of you off his lips, “-I’m not sure you’ll be able to keep up no matter how smart you are.”

His head dove back down, seeing the way your body finally started to melt a bit - muscles unwinding just so he could wind them right back up again. His tongue was circling at your velvety entrance and a warm breath fanned over you with his low chuckle. “You’re still quivering, princess. I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to get enough of you when your body is this irresistible.” His tongue dove into you and the one arm that was still wrapped around your leg tugged. Your body dragged against the bed until his face was pressed right up against your cunt, the muscle inside you now digging in as deep as it could reach, lazily  contracting and expanding to toy out your reactions. The low groan of his voice sent a vibration through your core that caused enough of a rush of pleasure that you hardly noticed how bruising of a grip he had on your leg, keeping you flushed against him as much as he could.

He had taken his time with the first three climaxes and this seemed to be the case with this one too. This man had the potential to be an absolute brute- but he was treating you as if you were a fragile gemstone. Caution was to be heeded but you were in need of plenty of admiring. His tongue fucked you slowly and sweetly, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit every once in a while just to leave you mewling with each graze. Your own energy seemed to be coming back to your body too, because a particularly good thrust of his tongue had you freed leg involuntary jerking and knocking the side of his head with more force than you’d like to admit. You were caught in your own euphoria but you did have enough sense to realize that might have hurt and you gasped out. “S-sorry!” Your squeal tampered into a whine as his tongue retreated from you, leaving you feeling more empty than you wanted. But you had just kicked him. It was understandable he pulled away but your body was already desperate for your fourth.

Luckily he didn’t seem hurt. In fact, he appeared rather amused as he let go of your stomach and let his thumb move down to gently circle your clit, refusing to let your pleasure die down. “You got real squirrely on me there, huh?” He asked, flashing you the same charmed smile that caught your heart in the first place. This man smiled at you as if he had the world just to give to you. “Did it feel that good?” Softer now, his voice carried as a loving whisper in the space around you. So tender. Your pussy was clenching but your heart fluttered. “Let me make it feel even better.”

His finger moved to push inside you. Like everything else about this boy, his fingers were big too. The single digit stretched you out enough to make you keen and he moved to let his mouth lathe attention back to your folds. “Kick me as much as you want, princess. I’ll take whatever you got. Just let me make my princess feel soooo good.” The rumble in his voice vibrated against your heat as his finger worked and trusted inside you. Each stroke had you clamping down on him tighter, clinging to the intrusion as your hands moved to thread through his hair. Pleasure was rippling through your nerves and he fed off your reactions - your moans, your quivers, the drip of your heat around his finger. He picked up the pace each time you got needier, letting your bliss build and build and build. The pressure was so close. And when it got just right - just about ready for him to push you off the edge - he let his tongue focus solely on that pretty button of yours, playing it like a master musician. Your crying of his name was his masterpiece.

You came again and as that molten heat flooded your system, you barely registered the cheeky “four!” that was called out from inside your thighs. You did regain your senses enough to hear his sweet coos as he dropped your legs and moved to a kneel. “That’s it. You’re doing so, so well for me. I’m really proud of you, ya know? You’ve been handling it all and coming undone for me every time. You’re so gorgeous. How am I ever supposed to take my eyes off of you?”

He was leaning over you, kissing your lips till they were swollen, big hands soothing over your shaking body. “You’re not starting to hurt yet, are you? I’m trying to go slowly for you, but a million? That’s going to get you real sensitive. I’ll try and drag you into the pleasant parts of it a little faster now, alright? Just keep on taking me in, okay, pretty girl?” His hand found its way to your hair, smoothing over the top of it only so he could cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just like you always do. Yeah, you got this.”

His tip was pressed to your entrance and he suddenly had his hands off your face and grabbing your legs was more, bending them up over his shoulders. Mirio talked sweet and then had the tendency to bend you like a pretzel. But the way he had your body worked up had created enough heat within you to give you the flexibility he needed to get you into position. It also had you positively dripping and Mirio used that to lube up his cock as it glided from your entrance to between your folds and back, getting a layer of your sticky coating. “Ready for more? Getting such a good taste of my pretty girl got me all excited. Feel it?” His head was brushing alongside your entrance and it tipped in slowly, your hole protesting with a squeeze against the girth of it. “I’m practically bursting and it’s all because of you and how amazing you are. I can hardly hold back.”

Mirio’s hands found your own and pinned them above your head, intertwining fingers and squeezing as he pressed each individual inch of cock into your needy cunt. The stretch burned. Even with four orgasms and the stretch of his own finger, it still didn’t completely accommodate for his size. It was painful, but that’s why he went slow, letting you adjust as he got deeper and deeper and… his tip kissed your cervix and you mewled out, hands tightening their grip around his. He let you settle over him, adjust and when he felt you relax is when he started to pull his hips back.

“Don’t hold back then.” Your voice was tiny- sweet and peacefully blissed out but he had heard. His hips stopped midway on the outwards and the groan he emitted was so deep that you almost mistook it for a growl..

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much I love you.” He slammed his hips back in. He didn’t mean to hurt you by any means but you got him so riled up some days he didn’t know how to handle himself. And with you having given him the go ahead, Mirio was finding his own pace, slamming heavy hips against your tight body. You could feel your vision blur with the force as the bed creaked underneath each motion. Mirio had a dick that could rearrange your guts if you weren’t careful. A mixture of pain and ecstasy dance over you, fighting for the spotlight with each snap of Mirio’s hips. But as he got faster, deeper, it was the euphoria that overcame and whimpering cries shifted to needy moans that only fueled your lovers movements.

The slam of the headboard bucking the wall now joined the chorus in the still-growing noise that had been created in the room. Tears pricked at your eyes but that didn’t dissuade you from calling out for more. “Miriii, pleaseeeee! Need ta’ cum-”

“How could I-” a grunt as he swung his hips down deeper still “- ever turn you down? Want me to cum with you? Cum inside you, princess?” You babbled out something that sounded like a yes and he groaned loudly. “Yessss. That’s a good girl. Gonna give you a kid, you want that? Your body sure does.” Another clench and Mirio managed out a strained laugh as he pressed your legs deeper to your chest. “Yeahhhhh, it does. Try not to spill a drop. But even if you do-” a slam of his hips “-ill just cum in you all over, okay? All for my-” slam! “-good-” slam! “-little-” he banged into you harder, harder, harder  “-princess.”

You screamed, feeling like his dick was splitting you in half as your orgasm sprang up on you. The first four had been honey like - sweet and slow. This one was more like a bolt of lightning as it rocked through you all at once, leaving your body in spasms. Those spasms were enough to coax Mirio too. Through your mental haze, you could feel warmth gush through your core, spilling deep inside your body - spilling out of it Mirio leaned further against you. He stopped himself from fully collapsing on you, not wanting to crush you. Even in his orgasmic bliss, his priority was keeping you safe at all costs - especially now with how utterly vulnerable and wrecked you looked underneath him. Were your eyes going crossed? They certainly were teary.

Cute.

He let you course through the sensations, keeping his cock situated in your depths. Hero stamina was fantastic. Having his cum lodged deep within you, spreading through your body gave him a mental image that riled him back up again even as your eyelids got heavy. Refractory period, who?

He chuckled gently, watching you start to doze off underneath him. He released your hand, only so he could tap your cheek and then jolt you awake with another buck of his hips. “Sorry, but no falling asleep yet! We’re only on number five!”

[transmascfrankiero]

all of mcr’s songs ranked out of ten based on whether or not you can strip to them:

romance: could work if you were going for a Super Melancholy smiths-esque vibe but overall too slow and pretty. 1/10

honey: headbanger soundtrack to showcase your revenge body to ur ex. bonus points for underlying ‘gonna murder shitty boyfriend’ context thanks to audition-inspired video. but slightly too angry to be seductive. 5/10

vampires: too goth, too many feelings. reminds me of pot dreads frank. would not work. 0/10

drowning lessons: this song is cursed and cannot be listened to in public unfortunately 0/10

sorrows: if u were going to do a strip routine while beating the shit out of someone for trying to stealing ur tip money this would be a gr8 choice 6/10

halos: it’s about blowing your own head off and taking too many pills to cope w/ wanting to die all the time. 0/10

turnstiles: please do not!!! strip!!! to a song!!! about 9/11!!!! what is wrong w/ you!!! -100000000/10

monroeville: if u were doing a private lil strip dance for your george a. romero-obsessed s.o. where u both cry over the idea of having to kill the other person b/c they turned into a zombie then sure??? but other than that no. .5/10

best day ever: ehhhhhh. too fast. kinda weird to get sexy to unless u have a hospital kink. 0/10

cubicles: wow the thought of doing a strip routine to a song about pining for ur coworker who doesn’t know u exist is too sad to even joke about -20/10

demolition lovers: it’s a long song but it’s got cool tempo changes for variety and if u got the stamina then go for it. 4/10

helena: so, like, i get it. it’s a bop. u could dance to this beat for sure. the costumes and color scheme from the video make for gr8 stage pictures and the dancing corpse lady is v pretty. i could understand why if u were doing an emo strip routine u would want to use helena. but please for the love of all that is holy do NOT strip to a song gerard way wrote about his dead grandmother okay i am BEGGING you -∞/10

give ‘em hell kid: FUCK YEAH YOU LOOK PRETTY WALKIN DOWN THE STREET IN THE BEST DAMN DRESS U OWN. 10/10

to the end: this would be a hilarious choice for a bachelor party ngl 7/10 for that alone

prison: absolutely you could strip to this song but u gotta COMMIT okay u gotta light something on fire onstage and challenge gender norms while screaming your head off 8/10 but only if ur not a coward

i’m not okay: it’s a bop, but can u strip to it? no. 0/10

ghost of you: mikey way did not die on a beach in fake normandy for u to strip to ghost of you. seek help -5/10

jetset life: dude this song like. actually works??? for a strip routine??? so long as you don’t actually listen to the words, from a musical perspective, u could totally strip to this 10/10

interlude: what kinda weird catholic shame kink do u need to have to strip to this song. also it’s too short and too pretty. -5/10 (unless ur into catholic shame idk)

venom: this would require such a high energy routine but if u can make being sweaty work then this is a gr8 choice 7/10

hang ‘em high: this is a BATSHIT INSANE choice for a strip routine but if u want to do it then PLEASE do. i like ur style. 8/10

deathwish: u can strip to this only if u introduce ur routine by dedicating it to everyone who ever said eyeliner on dudes was gay. 5/10

cemetery drive: i think not. 0/10

never told you: if u are a highly theatrical highly murderous stripper then yes definitely 7/10

desert song: this song is Way Too Beautiful to strip to sorry you can’t have it -300/10

the end.: the only sexy thing about this song is how good gerard’s voice sounds so no. 0/10

dead!: this is a bold fucking choice but u have to play your cards just right. high risk high reward but SO much to potentially get wrong 6/10

how i disappear: u could. but why. 2/10

sharpest lives: holy SHIT yes ABSOLUTELY u should strip to sharpest lives. the drama. the beat. the spy rock guitar that frank accidentally nailed. this is one of THE choicest options from their catalog. why aren’t u stripping to this right now 50000000/10

wttbp: cute idea but don’t actually 0/10

i don’t love you: again, a bold fucking choice. u could strip to this in an edgy, meta sort of way but it’s missing the trashy factor so it’d have to be part performance art and part strip routine. if ur into that then totally 5/10

house of wolves: i mean i would pay money to see someone strip to this song so 7/10

cancer: LMAO YIKES -2000000/10

mama: this would be GLORIOUS if u fully embraced the sheer insanity and went Bonkers in Fuckin Zonkers burlesque-show-in-hell w/ it. 100/10 but u gotta pound the floor wailing at some point

sleep: i’m conflicted on this one like on the one hand it’s a good tempo for stripping but on the other hand it’s a song about being cruel to ur loved ones in order to force distance between u and them b/c you’re terrified of them getting hurt and it being all your fault. so maybe don’t strip to this one actually 0/10

teenagers: a bop w/ a great beat and fun costume ideas from the video but two major drawbacks being 1. ur getting naked to a song about teenagers which is uhhhh sort of Inappropriate and 2. it’s kind of also about school shooters which is also Inappropriate to get naked to. 0/10

disenchanted: why would u want this. you sad fuck. idek what to say except if you want to strip to this song i’m crying on your behalf -100000000/10

famous last words: don’t????? don’t. Do Not. stop that. -12/10

blood: this is HILARIOUS omg please strip to blood 10/10

kill all your friends: sure?? no objections but it’s an odd choice. this goes for the demo too. 2/10

heaven help us: if u want to strip to this then you definitely just read unholyverse for the first time and while u are valid, Don’t 0/10

my way home is through you: not an especially sexy song but it’s fun!! you do you 3/10

astro zombies (cover): uhhhhhh it’s a no from me dawg. i’d be thinking about danzig, like, the whole time. 0/10

desolation row: sure but u gotta be willing to get punched in the face by the riot squad for maximum effect 4/10

common people (cover): just b/c gerard would strip to britpop doesn’t mean u can. 0/10

emily: NO!!!! -50000/10

party at the end of the world: nah. 0/10

not that kind of girl: literally please consider the subject matter of this song and rethink ur life choices. -10/10

all the angels: it’s a cool song but don’t strip to it that’s weird -2/10

jack the ripper: you and the person who wants to strip to astro zombies can go sit in the suicidegirls corner together how about that. 0/10

na na na: a banger!! strip away my friend 9/10

bulletproof heart: a good song but not a strip song 1/10

sing: sorry this song is [REDACTED] it gets no score

planetary (go!): you could try to strip to this but it’s such a classic four-on-the-floor that i think you’d end up just regular dancing to it and forget to be sexy so 4/10

the only hope for me is you: are you doing a strip tease for michael bay. stop. put ur shirt back on shia lebeouf 0/10

party poison: like this is a hilarious option and i support you but realistically it’s pretty fast for a strip song 3/10

save yourself, i’ll hold them back: this is a safe option. Too Safe. almost soulless. a person who’d strip to this would avoid eye contact the entire time and never smile and later when you went out for a smoke break you’d overhear them on the phone with their ex arguing over child support payments. 4/10

s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w: the more i think about it the more fun the idea of stripping to this becomes so i say go for it 6/10

summertime: i’m Certain that gerard would prefer if you didn’t -5/10

destroya: is this objectively the best mcr song to strip to? Absolutely. it’s got everything you could possibly want right down to built-in moans and fever dream drums. but the only person in the universe who Can Must and Should strip to this song is gerard. sorry them’s the breaks. ∞/10 but only if you’re gerard way

kids from yesterday: don’t. 0/10

vampire money: 100% yes you should strip to this. bonus points for stealth twilight references 1000000/10

we don’t need another song about california: do i like this song? yes. is it sexy? no. 0/10

black dragon fighting society: i can’t understand what the FUCK gerard is saying in this song AT ALL so i can’t recommend that u strip to it b/c i have no fucking idea what it’s ABOUT 0/10

f.t.w.w.w.: i mean. this song is about eating pussy. and robots that are built specifically to fuck. so yes you can strip to this but you gotta dress up like a pornbot 100/10

mastas of ravencroft: again i cannot understand most of the fucking words and the ones i do understand are something something RICKETY BONES RICKETY HANDS so like. probably not the one 0/10

boy division: i could go either way on this one like it’s really fast but it’s also about cocaine so??? 3/10

tomorrow’s money: while this song slaps overall violent nihilism does not a strip song make 1/10

ambulance: no. 0/10

gun.: antiwar messages are sexy but not the right kind for stripping 1/10

the world is ugly: PLEASE no. 0/10

the light behind your eyes: oh my god this is so DEPRESSING why would you want to strip to this who hurt you -2000000/10

kiss the ring: yes yes yes it’s got built-in audience participation conceit factor if u let ur audience kiss ur ring, totally works 10/10

make room!!!: again, slaps, but not a strip song 1/10

surrender the night: dude we talked about this!!! dying violently w/ ur loved ones is Not Sexy!!! 0/10

burn bright: i guess you could strip to this but again it’s Too Safe tread carefully 3/10

fake your death: i want frank iero to strip to this song so i can throw tomatoes at him for being a LYING SACK OF SHIT FOR TWO YEARS i’m not gonna rate this one but frank if ur out there i have a basket of slightly squishy heirloom tomatoes and i am COMING FOR YOU

[nomnomsik]

Do you do smut? If you do, could you do an implied one with yoongi? Or not. Don’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable!

Overcoming the Boundary

Word Count: 1.7K 

Trigger warnings: SMUT, Unprotected Sex (STAY SAFE KIDS), slight yandere themes, possessiveness. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics.

A/N: Nobody talk about this. I am fully 1000000% embarrassed. It’s so long I’m so sorry...;;;; YOONGI DOES THINGS TO MEAN OKAY?

The soft sounds of lips meeting echoed throughout the dimly lit bedroom as Yoongi intertwined his fingers with yours. You softly let out moans into the quiet night as he maneuvered his way through your lips and into your mouth. Leaning back, you gave him more access into your mouth, enjoying the feeling he gave you. The delicate cushioning of the blankets supported both of your knees as he nudged harder and harder. You supported yourself up as you hung onto his dress shirt that loosely covered his thin body. Yoongi kept interchanging the direction of his head as he continually kissed you, his hands caressing each side of your face, delicate and fragile.

Your head, overwhelmed by his onslaught of kisses, began to feel lightheaded. Directing pressure to his chest, you indicated a much-needed breather, separating yourself from him. As you took several breaths of air, your face was flushed in a salmon pink color, mouth wet with saliva. Looking up at your lover, his gaze was dark and his eyes cloudy. He quickly climbed on top of you, his mouth coming back onto yours, soft at first and then increasing with great intensity. You closed your eyes, feeling yourself dripping in arousal as Yoongi removed his lips from yours to gaze at your laid out figure.

“Y-yoongi…” you murmured softly, feeling a growing embarrassment that slowly overtook your body. “I’ve never done this before,” you admitted softly to him, a part of you scared of what was to come. Yoongi shook his head in understanding, the back of his hand gently running down your cheek.

“Neither have I.” He whispered, understanding the same emotions you were going through. Scared, but somewhat excited. It was something everyone went through and it was always something depicted as pleasurable. It was something people were willing to do to break their relationships, to cause their own downfall. But, it was also something that sealed relationships together. “Please promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you, alright?”

You nodded, your face still burning in embarrassment. It still didn’t hit you that you were about to give yourself to another person.

“Do you want me to-...” He paused, staring at your clothes that still hung onto your body. You shook your head, ushering him to help you.

“I feel self-conscious being the only one undressing.” You confessed nervously, holding your shirt in front of your chest. Yoongi quickly lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his pale skin. His long and veiny hands worked its way down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and throwing it to the side, landing onto the ground. As Yoongi threw his last pieces of clothing onto the ground, he watched as you hid your face to the side, unable to meet his gaze. He scooted closer to you, gently turning your head to meet his eyes.

“Y/n, I need you to trust me. Will you let me?” He tenderly whispered, his voice sending a warm feeling despite the cold air. As Yoongi watched you nod, he didn’t move. “Verbally, y/n. I need you to tell it to me verbally.”  You licked your lips, feeling your face burn and mouth dry.

“Yes, I trust you. I want you too.” Your voice wavered in nervousness, as you shyly smiled up at him. Yoongi grinned, softly planting a kiss on your cheek. His fingers traveled down your thighs, making his way closer to your dripping arousal. You yelped, your hands instantly covering your mouth as his fingers grazed over the wet area.

“Y/n, this is going to hurt a bit. Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”

“O-ok.” You muttered, your arms finding its way around a pillow and squeezing it. Yoongi’s fingers sunk its way in between your folds, slowing moving back and forth. You groaned, your body unable to comprehend the stimulation that he was giving you. Yoongi worked diligently, stretching the insides enough, but cringing every time you verbally cried out in pain. You dug your head into the pillow that you held, muffling your cries. Even though you groaned in pain, you never told him to stop.

His two fingers were drenched as he pulled them out, seeing how your body relaxed again. You looked up from the lush pillow and before you could get a word out, Yoongi added another finger back in, causing you to buckle in pain.

“Wait-” you choked. But it was too late. Yoongi set a fast pace, his fingers sinking back and forth as you gasped, your hand harshly gripping the pillows. “Yoong-”  your eyes on the brim of tears.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice broke through, but his fingers never stopping.

You shook your head, your voice crying out. “No no no, please please don't stop.” The sensation began to build between your legs as you desperately tried to sit up. Yoongi felt a push on his chest as you tried to separate yourself. “Yoongi… stop stop.” In an instant, Yoongi pulled his fingers out, eyes filled with worry.

“Are you alright? Was it too much?”  You shook your head, burrowing your face in his neck.

“No… I just- I felt like I was going to come…It was scary.”

Yoongi's eyes softened, stroking the back of your head. “Baby, that's alright.” He pulled you back, getting your eyes to meet his. “Just let it happen. It's supposed to feel good, alright?”

You laid back down onto the soft sheets as Yoongi hovered back over you. Your hands rested on his sides lined himself up with your entrance.

“This is going to hurt. Hopefully, it won't hurt that much.” He cooed softly. “You can grab onto me if that helps lessens the pain.”  Your arms wrapped around his neck as he slid into you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. It was burning. You grit your teeth as you held back a verbal response of pain.

“Feels weird.” You murmured, clearly experiencing a painful stretch. Yoongi waited as you shuffled around, finding a spot more comfortable than before. “Okay… I'm good I think.”

You looked up, seeing a small smile grace his lips despite the lack of light. To you, the silence of the night was romantic. It was personal and intimate. Yoongi leaned down, connecting his lips with yours as he slowly pumped in and out. As he disconnected his lips from yours, he remained intent on eye contact, watching your every expression. You moaned in bliss as the pain slowly subsided and was replaced with pleasure

“Yoongi…” you whispered. He looked back at you, stopping his slow pace altogether. Worry filled his face again, distraught if he had hurt you without noticing. His paranoia quickly dissipated as you stared into his eyes. “You can go faster.”  

Yoongi hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I'm sure.” You replied, without missing a beat.

His eyes widened and it was as if something went off in his head. His hands made its way down to your hips, tightly securing them in his grasp. With an intense thrust, he began a much faster pace. Much faster than you were expecting.

You tightly gripped his hair as he buried his face into the crook if your neck. You cried out in pleasure as he inhaled your scent, his nails digging into your skin. His brutal pace began to lose its precision, becoming much more erratic.

“Can't… I can't hold back…” he groaned, the euphoric pleasure becoming too much for him. “You're so beautiful. Everything about you. I love you.”  He kissed your chest, trailing it up to your neck and finally to your lips. “I think… I'm gonna- Can I uh…”

You nodded, tears streaming down your face. “You can come inside me.” You murmured, not caring anymore. Yoongi continued his rough thrusts, earning several delicious moans.

“Don't say things like t-that,” he stuttered, his hips following suit. “fuck that's really hot.”

After a few more thrusts, you broke down. You tightened around him as the buildup of pleasure finally came crashing down on you. Yoongi cursed several times as you squeezed around him, following after you. He fell next to you, unable to support his body up, completely exhausted.

“Thank you,” you whispered sweetly, running a hand through his hair. The insides of his body warmed up as he huddled closer to you, wrapping his arms around your naked figure.

“Thank you, y/n. You're mine now.” Yoongi gave you another kiss, his hands roaming across your soft skin. “Exhausted?” He asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

When you nodded, Yoongi sat up, making his way into the bathroom. You giggled at the ticklish feeling as he cleaned you up. Yoongi looked over at the clothes scattered all over the ground, sighing. He was broken away from his thoughts when he heard your irritated voice from the bed.

“I swear Min Yoongi. If I wake up and see that stupid mask on your face, I'm never sleeping with you again.”  His hand that secretly held onto the mask immediately let it go. You let out a tired laugh, turning onto your side. He brought his body under the covers, spooning behind you. Within minutes, the two of you quickly fell into a deep sleep together.

Bright light filled the bedroom as annoying birds chirped, breaking you out of your peaceful sleep. You turned over to your side, your eyes slowly opening as you saw Yoongi’s bright brown eyes stare at you.

“Good morning~” You hummed, curling up closer to his body. Kissing your forehead, Yoongi gave you a tender smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“Feeling like another round?” He whispered into your ear, smirking as he saw the way your face morphed in distress. Staring at you, your face heated up and you pushed yourself away from him. He laughed, enjoying how flustered you got when he teased you. “Just kidding.”

As he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, you pushed him away.

“Absolutely not.”

He sulked, “why not?”

“We haven’t brushed our teeth and I hate morning breath.” You replied as a matter of factly.

“Well then hurry and get up,” Yoongi stated, pulling you up from the bed and dragging you to the bathroom. The two of you joked and played around in the spacious bathroom, sliding toothpaste on Yoongi’s cheek and getting tickled from behind. After your crazy shenanigans, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your back, staring at the both of your reflections in the mirror.

“I love you.” He whispered, kissing the back of your head.

“Love you too.”

[thesunshinebunny]

Kind of a crossover one with Voltron headcannons for paladins (plus whoever you want) with an s/o (or platonic reader) who has the omnitrix (Ben 10)?

Ok, I made a small change. I was never a Ben 10′s fan, but I know the basics, therefore, the reader instead of having a monstrosity per clock attached to they arm, will have a small device placed under the dermis of they right arm. The device is visible when it’s activated, as it shines below the skin. Activation is done through the mind, since its connectors are on the veins, circulating blood and information to the brain and vice versa.As in Ben 10, if the device is reached by a living cell of another living being, the device will take all the redundant information for the transformation. The storage of information is unlimited, so the reader can be transformed into innumerable living beings._**Have fun !!!**__****__**Shiro**_* You saw each other for the first time when you helped Ulaz rescue him from the Galra ship, camouflaged as a general. * Like your comrade, you let Shiro go to Earth alone.* Months later and with the sacrifice of Ulaz, Shiro and you meet again in a Galra ship. * Almost don’t slice your head with his arm. * It took five minutes and forty seconds to explain the situation to our stressed Space Dad. * Needless to say, when you set foot in the castle looking like Galra, they almost ate you alive. * Time to activate the intergalactic magic device. * Everyone freaking out around you, it would have been fun to have a camera right now.* I don’t think I need to say that you became an important ally for the coalition. * Long nights of paperwork. * Countless battles on different planets. * Not only did you become an ally, but also a partner and a friend.* You usually leave for weeks with The Blade to train or have a covered mission. Sometimes they send you in company, but most of the time alone. * Shiro unconsciously worried to the core. * One night you arrived at the castle with multiple wounds all over your body. * Space Dad worried at 1000%* Leaving problems aside, you _really_ became good friends. * And maybe a little more.* When you are not training or planning tactics for their next landing on an unknown planet, you are in Shiro’s room relaxing. * Other times in yours (prepared for a few days stay) * Sometimes, you even play hide and seek. For him, it’s impossible to win, but he’s getting closer every time._**Keith**_* Unlike Shiro’s, you met Keith in your human form on a mission of The Blade. * He staying very WTF IS GOING ON !!! You are human, You shouldn’t be in a place full of Galras. * Calm down cowboy !!* There was no explanation for this boy to go into ninja mode and try to protect you from the threat. * Let’s say that when, instead of seeing a pink and small figure when turning around, a gray giant was found runing and breaking a base wall. * Keith.exe stop running.* At The Blade´s base, with the fumes calm, there was a better presentation. * Camouflage companions from here on. * Infiltration in a Galra ship: Keith and you. * Find information on an enemy planet: Keith and you. * Talk to paladins: there are more like Kolivan and Keith, but once in a while you were in contact with them by transmission.* Practice and combat partners.* Also, it was relaxing for both of us to have another human in the ranks and to be able to do mundane things when you were not in service. * For example: cooking. Both of you are very bad in the kitchen, but that made it even funnier when you had no idea of ​​the ingredients you were putting in the mix. * A pink gum substance, a green moss jelly and a blue liquid… I don’t think is a good combination._**Lance**_* Would you believe me if I told you that you met Lance on a half-desert planet, trying to hide from the Galra Empire, while he was flirting with a group of girls around you? * Yeah, good start.* Anyway, first bad impression aside, you and Lance get along very well. * As with Keith and Shiro, training partners, with an extra: transform into different creatures avoiding being hit by his Bayard. * It was fun to see Lance frustrated at not being able to reach you when you went from a giant of almost five meters to a blue slug less than 10 cm long.* Always trying to find the “sexy” side of a creature. * “You are very beautiful when your fur changes color and falls like a cat’s spit hair ball” * _“Honey… no”_* The thing stopped being funny when he confused an Olkari with you, thinking you were flirting with another person. * The same thing happened to you when you saw Lance flirting with a woman Galra from The Blade. * I don’t know if this was the best way to declare, but meh … worse is nothing. * And by declaring, I mean getting out of nowhere and giving that violet woman a punch, then giving Lance a kiss._**Hunk**_* The reaction was very similar as that mystic moment of the paladins with the transformation of Allura in Galra. * “How many creatures can you transform at once? Is there an absorption limit? Can it transform you into a plant? Your clothes change to the form of the creature? ” * _“One. Not that I know. No. The clothes break or stay the same depending on what I’m transformed in”_* Completely worried every time you descend on a planet since you can disappear in a matter of seconds. * At first, to play a joke, you transformed for a few minutes into the species of that planet and tried to change your voice to mislead him. * Months of knowing, this no longer happens, Hunk would recognize you in a matter of seconds, even being in the middle of a crowd.* Long nights studying all the species of the device. * Believe it or not, memorizing thousands of creatures is not easy for you, but for Hunk … it’s a piece of cake. * Do you know how difficult it is to think in a thousandth of a second the species that needs to be changed and not be able to make a mistakes? * TOO DIFFICULT, THE PRESSURE GOD._**Pidge**_* Trying multiple times to perform experiments on your arm to understand that rare mechanism. * “We can try to extract the device for a few seconds while you are transformed and see if you stay in that form or if you return to human” * Fear for your life is something constant. * _“That’s not how it works honey”_* Days and nights trying to build a device closest to yours. * But after the 85th failed attempt, Pidge, for the first time, gave up. * “It’s impossible, however close I am, I can’t find a way to store the information for more than an hour.” * _“Pidge, sweatty, it’s alien technology of who knows how many years. Unless you look in the historical archives of the entire space, this is the best you will be able to achieve. ”_* Offended to 1000000% * Nothing that a space cartepillar giving cuddles on the neck doesn’t help. * As much as the original as you.

[omgwhyisshestilltalking]

“Spoiler Alert” by Olivia Dade and why I find it problematic

I am very torn about this book.  I may end up going back and rounding it up to 4 stars, but there as many things I disliked about it as I liked about it.

 First of all, may I say that the sex scenes in this book were *chef's kiss*  I mean, really outstanding, Olivia Dade, though as a fat person, I had questions about the mechanics of some of these things but I let that go because again, super hot stuff.  Also, anyone who can have sex with a new person with the lights on completely naked with zero self consciousness gets a big ol' thumbs up from me because damn, I've been with my husband for 13 years and it took me a long ass time to get to that point.  

 Also, Olivia Dade, a lot of people aren't up on the fanfiction world and you reference things that people may not know.  Not everyone knows about cosplay, cons, AO3 (Archive of Our Own, a fanfiction mega site. I'm not even sure she ever uses the full name, though I may be wrong.  If she did, it was maybe once), etc.  This should be explained better in the book, in my opinion.  Not everyone is going to read "Laveneas AU" and know, "OK, so that's the Lavinia and Aeneas alternate universe." Now, onto the big show:

 OK, so basically, there's a super hot actor (I mean, we hear about how hot he is 1000000 times) who stars on a TV show that's based on a series of books, but the show has changed things and everyone is mad so they write fanfiction, including the show's front-runner, super hot guy, Marcus.  (side note: he is 39 and she is 36, which I find very refreshing as I would have expected them to be in their 20s because most people in these books are, at oldest, 31ish).

 April is also a fanfic writer, and fat, which we are told 100000 times.  This doesn't mean she's unattractive, and part of what she's doing is reclaiming the word "fat" to make it a descriptor like any other word, rather than a "bad" thing.  She likes her body.  This is great.

 She hides her identity ostensibly due to her job because she is a geologist who has to hustle clients and she wouldn't look as serious if they knew she was a cosplayer, which seems odd to me because it's not like she's a number one fiction writer.  If you read Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and remember Cath who had like tens of thousands of viewers?  Yeah, that ain't this.  So she gets a new job and decides to reveal who she really is and posts a pic of herself in cosplay, and gets the usual shitty comments about her weight. Someone tags Marcus and is like "omg how gross is she" and this bothers Marcus because he's not a shithead and also finds April attractive, so he's like oh I'd date her and they actually do go on a date.

 So Marcus has secrets (fairly mild), April has fewer secrets (also mild), they both have family drama that was honestly really heartbreaking for me and I loved the way they handled it with each other.

 Here's my problem.  I do not find it weird that Marcus is attracted to April. He finds her beautiful and interesting.  But I take issue with the way the “fat issue” is dealt with in this book.

 Authors: not all fat people have giant tits.  I don't know if you know this, but it's true.  So April choosing a dress that reveals all her cleavage is not super helpful. Letting us know that she made her last date choke because she just had so much boob is not really helpful.  It's still objectifying her body, you know? It's still saying she is attracting these guys because she has this asset, meaning that thankfully, she has these big boobs which men love because they might not love the rest of her fatness. I hope that makes sense.

 I also think it's great that Marcus finds her desirable, and I think it's great that April finds him desirable.  However, I wish authors who wrote romance didn't feel the need to act like he popped sixteen boners looking at her hands.  You can be attracted to someone and want them sexually and not constantly reference his near-constant erections and just how hot he finds her.  When she speaks about his looks, she doesn't always speak of them positively.  She finds him so good-looking that it's ridiculous.  She doesn't really appreciate his body.  They both see it as a tool because he's an actor and that's part of being an actor.  But he literally never says one bad thing about her body.  And again, this just didn't sit well with me.  She's allowed to be whatever size she wants for any reason she wants, but he has to explain why his body is the way that it is?  

 But the misunderstandings that come up over these things just pissed me off.  For example, she gets salty because he suggests that they work out together and then hit the hotel breakfast buffet, and when she asks what he'd recommend, he says shit like oatmeal and fruit.  Boom, she is triggered hardcore.  Here's the problem: they want to see each other again.  He's leaving town early the next morning. What does he do every morning? He hits the gym and eats healthy breakfast, so that's what he suggests. He doesn't do it because he feels like she needs to work out, and he suggests that food from the buffet because that's all he's eaten at the buffet.  He can't be like "oh the waffles kick ass" because he can't eat waffles because he has to stay fit for his job.  But she literally entraps him and then is like "oh I'm busy, peace out" and he's like "wtf.  I thought she liked me?"  And this is where things get sticky.  He finds out why she's pissed because she posts an essay about it on the fanfic site but she doesn't know he can see it.  He does, feels bad, and suggests a different date: go to a bunch of doughnut places and do taste tests.  Now to me, that's not a great date either.  Like, oh, you were mad that I suggested working out, so let's go eat a bunch of doughnuts instead and she's like "that sounds like the best date ever."  So for him, a good date would have been working out and getting the breakfast buffet because that's literally all he had time to do before his flight, and that was offensive, but taking her around and buying her a bunch of doughnuts that he can’t eat is awesome (and I say “can’t eat” meaning that it’s off the table for him to maintain his body.  Now April can eat whatever she wants and do whatever she wants so a buffet would have fine, except that he suggested healthy foods and she instantly went to “oh he wants to change me.”).  To me, respecting a person's body should go both ways.  If she wants to be fat, fine.  I don't care.  But if he wants to be thin, then that should be fine, too.  Eventually, they do compromise - she eats pasta, he eats the sad spaghetti squash faux pasta.  It works out.

He just seems so eager to please her, always second guessing himself and how he talks and what he talks about and how he can "keep her interested," whereas she is like "if you say something wrong, fuck you, I don't need you."  It's very unequal, and I guess that's supposed to be a good thing in this instance, like she has not fucks to give even though he's a big movie star or whatever, but it was like every trope that has been done in books and movies with fat people was flipped and it wasn't cool.

Now his movie star bff is hilarious and I love him.  He has been saddled with an unattractive female bodyguard and so you can kind of guess where that’s going to go, and their book comes out next year.  Will I read it?  Obviously.  The bff watches the British baking show and starts writing his own fanfiction and is just honestly hilarious.  I think I’ll actually like that one more because I don’t see it having this same kind of body inequality.  I completely understand what the author was trying to do here and, on the surface, I think it’s great.  I just think it could have been done in a better way.

[mayacatmaster]

When people call me a bitch

I'm like.

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People think you're crazy when you become wiser and more informed.

Not because you're crazy, but because their illusion is threatened.

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Intelligence is not about knowing everything without question.

It is the ability to question everything you think you know.

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Specially when in one kind of recycle kiss-dark-tyrant-ruler's-culture.

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The Best People In A Dying Culture Are The Outcasts Considered Crazy By The Leaders; The Ones Most Disillusioned With Their Own Culture. In Yeats' Phrase, "THE Best Lack All Conviction, While The Worst Are Full Of Passionate Intensity." Intense Emotional Attachment To Any Value, Any Virtue, Any Set Of “Shoulds” Is A Disease, A Mental Illness, A Condition Of Self-Murder And Cultural Assassination. - Radical Honesty

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Each lifetime we will return to walk in the shoes of a different culture/religion/moral/social-family-belief-system until we understand our “Oneness”(Tao; Source; True Self). -Anita- *** *** ***  Specially when…: We are caged by our cultural programming. culture/religion/moral/social-family-belief-system is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination you see it for what it's worth.

Terence McKenna  *** *** ***  So…: Don't just parrot-like repeat what is great saints, holy books, virtue, good deeds, because….: *** *** ***  You don't know you don't know....until...pass through it then....really, really, really understand it...^^!!! *** *** ***  Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** *** Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** *** Everything we've ever been taught is bullshit.  Unless can pass our self inquiry. *** *** *** "君"嗎？...國君；家君；夫君；心君能夠不用以己出經式義度的欺德統治天下嗎？ *** *** *** 世美者，往往是君主以己出經式義度的欺德，禽貪者器具，用以箝制其治下之眾的心靈而已。 *** *** *** 人善被人欺，馬善被人騎！ 善或德行，如服務外在黑暗威權君，非僅一文不值，且助紂為虐！ *** *** *** “Student”(solar): “Why any kind of dark tyrant ruler’s such highly value those so call great saints in their system, no matter of country/social/family/education/religion/moral-belief-system, and built great temple worship those saints, ...May I ask you… my Master?”; *** *** *** "Master"（Mr. Bean）:“ My dear solar, because as a so call great saint, it not a easy piece cake for anyone. Now, let’s pretend to imagine there have a community of 1000000 people again: And there you are, uniquely you, and 9999999 others doing all kinds of things - some of them you appreciate and some of them you don’t; some of them you approve of and some of them you don’t. Some of the conditions that those others are living, you would like to live and some of them you would not. So, which do you think would be easier in your community of 1000000 people, to figure out what you like best and convince the other 9999999 on a myriad of subjects to do it your way? “I like to kiss any kind of dark tyrant ruler’s ass. I like to blind obey/follow in this way. I prefer these as blind obey sheep.” In other words, you would have a very difficult time getting that 1000000 people to conform to your idea of what you think is a perfect world - would you agree? “ *** *** *** Gold sand fall into the eyes, is also very uncomfortable or became a disease for the eyes. *** *** *** Actually, unless can pass through self inquiry. Your mind not really belong to you, if just a lot of another people occupy it. Maybe it just those so call great gurus/saints occupy it....^^!!! *** *** *** Mental slavery is the worst form of slavery. It give you the illusion of freedom, makes you trust, love and defend your oppressor, while making an enemy of those who are trying to free you or open your eye. *** *** *** So…: I deleted all the perfect repeat the work-eat-entertainment-sleep-kiss ass-cycle people yesterday. Good morning my friend!  *** *** *** Because…: They Want You To Be Silent They Want You To Be Submissive, To Do Whatever They Say. Never Question Authority & Always Obey Fuck That You Are No One's Robot, Think For Yourself, Never Give In. Be Vigilant With Your Resistance. Educate & Empower Others To Do The Same. *** *** *** Mindset. It's all about mindset. From the moment you wake up, to the moment you rest your head at night. Everything is up to you. Your emotions, your thoughts, your perceptions, your reactions. Every moment. *** *** *** Observer a religion-morality-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. *** *** ***  The people you meet are either reflections of a “repeated cycle”(blind obey and kiss ass) or guides to a new start. Notice the difference. *** *** *** Can them…: Be the reason someone believes in the goodness of people??? *** *** ***  About any kind of religion, moral, political, holy-books, saints, ...the only question is…: *** *** *** The problem is people are being hated when they are real, and are being loved when they fake. ~Bob Marley *** *** *** They always preach and teach people ...”honest is best!”.  Until you honest to them, then you became a asshole. *** *** *** Since every kind of religion or moral-belief-system just like a person. And…: Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. *** *** ***  Question I always ask myself, upon meeting a new person or one kind of religion or moral-belief-system: "Is he/she a really sincerely-honest-nature-heart-NICE person? Or is he/she an OGRE???" *** *** ***  Connection doesn’t care about the laws of the land.  Your soul will be pulled to the place it belongs. *** *** ***  Otherwise….: I don't have any bad habits, I am good at all of them. I never dreamed I'd grow up to be an Kiss-dark-tyrant-Ass-asshole but here I am kill-in it. *** *** *** I don't have any bad habits, I am good at all of them. I follow orders like a dog, and I am feeling so good. It's what made me a "man"(woman; children), I said it as if it’s my most highest virtuous and my fate itself. *** *** *** So…: If I make a fool of myself, who cares? I'm not frightened by anyone's perception of me. ~Angelina Jolie *** *** *** The wise is a person who acts with "Ma-at"(Tao; Logos; Truth), and is free of falsehood and disorder. ~Ptahhotep *** *** ***  True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubt often,  And change his mind; The fool is obstinate, And doubt not;  He know all thing but his own ignorance. ~Akhenato *** *** *** ,, To be free of all authority, of your own and that of another is to die to everything of yesterday, so that your mind is always fresh, always young, innocent, full of vigor and passion. It is only in that state that one learns and observes.... " *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Iwona Antolak”: *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Once again…: Connection doesn’t care about the laws of the land.  Your soul will be pulled to the place it belongs. *** *** ***  Observer a country, observer his/her ruler. Observer a family, observer his/her ruler. Observer a mind-body-heart, observer his/her ruler. Observer a religion-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a political-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a morality-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a education-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. Observer a business-belief-system, observer his/her ruler. *** *** ***  The wise is a person who acts with "Ma-at"(Tao; Logos; Truth), and is free of falsehood and disorder. ~Ptahhotep *** *** ***  True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubt often,  And change his mind; The fool is obstinate, And doubt not;  He know all thing but his own ignorance. ~Akhenato *** *** *** Question I always ask myself, upon meeting a new person or one kind of religion or moral-belief-system: "Is he/she a really sincerely-honest-nature-heart-NICE person? Or is he/she an OGRE???" *** *** ***  When people tell me they are spiritual or morality-blind-obey-man, I always wonder "Demons are spirits too... be more specific. And “Demons also can use the holy-books for his egoism-standard-rules.” *** *** *** To be honest, I really consider that the more one kind of religion or moral-belief-system with a long history, Their more lack of the ability about self-Introspection, the ability to self-investigate, Self-summarization,  And ego is big more than other religion or moral-belief-system. So always said their tradition-religion or moral-belief-system-dogma is No1, is mostest best in this world. So fail learn from summarization of the experience gained in other religion or moral-belief-system. So their vicious circle, suffering from generation to generation ~~~><!!! *** *** *** Mindset is everything. *** *** *** Everything that is important to you will re-materialize everywhere you are, because that's what you do -you turn thoughts to things. ~Abraham *** *** *** And…: If you end up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it. *** *** *** Reminder: if you show up as your authentic, bad-ass self, you have no competition. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Via and thanks “Renée Shirley” *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** A person who actually enjoys solitude is dangerous. They'll cut you off and walk away at the slightest sign of disrespect and leave you hanging like you don't mean shit.  *** *** *** Distance yourself for a bit.  You'll realize a lot.  Physically I am here.  Mentally I am far, far away indifferent witness myself just like outside-alien. *** *** *** Watch Life, as if you are watching a movie! Watch your own 3D-life-movie, as if you are watching another people’s 3D-life-movie. Watch your own self, as if you are watching another people's self. Watch your own beliefs, as if you are watching another people’s beliefs.... inquiry and question it. *** *** *** When you're 20, you care what everyone thinks, when you're 40, you stop caring what everyone thinks, when you're 60, you realize no one was ever thinking about you in the first place." — Winston Churchill *** *** *** And…: Usually those who are the happiest are those that are, by other standards, the most disconnected from societal ties. -AH *** *** ***