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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 months

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hey hey hey I have had a hell of a day (Actually Hell) because I did too many fun things (a problem apparently) and then also we put up the christmas tree leading to the inevitable christmas tree installation arguments (they pop up every year like clockwork!)

anyway i have been overstimulated and stressed (just want to emphasize that there is NO pressure here whatsoever! id like to avoid any semblance of that actually and I know you're already working on 12 days so take your time) and it would be very cathartic to see chris dealing with similar issues (the Wonderful guy. we are pretty similar.) thanks a lot for reading this, even if you don't write anything !

Sorry this took so long, Anon! I swear I've been trying to get this written for literally almost two months now

CW: Some references to Chris's past, overstimulation, anxiety

"Hey, where did Chris go?" Laken blinks and looks around, but the living room of the house they rent - filled with laughing, happy people - shows no sign of Chris's telltale lavender hair with its new-penny copper roots.

One of Brit's friends just shrugs at them and gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the kitchen. "Dunno. He wandered off a while ago, maybe that way?"

"Oh, okay. Huh." Laken steps back, the circle of laughing people closing up tight as soon as they do. Their dark eyes scan the room, but there's no sign of him.

He'd been doing great - all but holding court, one of the most popular people at the party. He's sort of famous, since the Olympics, and people had been peppering him with questions and compliments, crowding around wanting nothing more than to be friends with the ex-pet who stood up to the bad guys on live TV. They'd seen him dancing, too, the music loud enough to nearly make the walls shake. The easy, unselfconscious dancing they loved in him the most.

He'd seemed to be enjoying himself, at the time, but...

Where has he gone?

They weave around people, stopping to pick up an ornament that has fallen off the tree. The scent of pine is subtle and ever-present, and they carefully work the ornament's little loop back over a branch, ruefully watching a couple of pine needles come loose and drift down. The damn thing is already starting to turn a little brown around its edges, thanks to Laken's roommate having insisted on buying it literally the day before Thanksgiving.

Laken doesn't even celebrate Christmas, not since they stopped going to Mass on Christmas Eve years and years ago. Still, in a house they rent with three others, they're the only one who doesn't at least pay lip service to the holiday.

And even if they don't give a fuck about Christmas, they do like having an excuse to throw a party.

The tinsel wrapped in spirals around, over, and below the ornaments glitters in the light, and the look makes them think of Chris, and how his eyes have always looked just the same, to them, when they're out at night and the moon hits the green of his irises just right.

Their search leads them to Ben, contentedly sitting on the couch, a drink in one hand and his phone in the other, quietly reading something there while the party is in full swing around him. He glances up and then instinctively, immediately, uses a finger to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Hey, Laken. What's up?"

"Is Akio not coming tonight?"

"Oh... no." Ben blushes - it's adorable, and Laken can't help the smile playing around their lips. "He's got some kind of meeting with the gymnastics team, or his coaches? Or... something like that. He said sorry, though."

"Nah, no problem. But, hey, so. Uh, have you seen Chris, like within the last ten minutes or so??"

Someone puts Christmas music on and Laken shudders as they hear that damn 80s pop song start up again. If they have to hear that fucking song one more time...

"Nope. Not in a while." Ben shrugs, taking a drink. Whatever he has in that cup is pinkish-red and probably far more alcoholic than it tastes. Laken's roommate had insisted on a signature cocktail. "You could check outside? Sometimes when there's a lot of people, to Chris it's... too much."

Laken nods, still scanning the crowd, but their stomach knots a little with the first hit of real anxiety. Ben is right, Chris can get overwhelmed by too much noise and movement, but also he's been drinking tonight - they saw the same red punch in a cup in his hands earlier - and he has a tendency to get... hazy, when he drinks. Flirty in ways that aren't natural to him. Willing to let people hug him that he doesn't like, unable to bring himself to stop them. Sometimes his stammer smooths out, which makes people who don't know him feel more comfortable and people who do know him nervous. He starts tipping his head to the side in a way that makes the sweep of his growing-out hair hide the scar on his forehead, biting his lower lip when he smiles. It makes Laken feel a little sick to see it happen and realize Chris doesn't even notice when he's doing it.

The last thing they need is to have to come up with an explanation for Chris losing track of himself again, or why he's eating olives off the charcuterie board Brit brought knowing damn well he'll just go to the bathroom and get sick all over the place again, or... fuck, what if somebody hits on him and he's too drunk to stop it?

That hasn't happened since college, but...

They pull their phone out, uneasily checking for a text, but there's nothing. If he went outside, he'd text, right? He does, he always does. Texts can be easier and Chris is always a little nervous about being outside alone.

He insisted on coming tonight, said he was feeling good lately, but-... what if-...

They flinch when fingers touch their arm, only to see Ben must have stood up when they weren't looking. He slips his own phone into his jacket pocket and looks Laken over more closely. "Hey. It's okay, he's probably fine. You know he gets weird when parties are really going. It's like a light switch, enough to too much, I totally get it. It's why I'm on the couch fucking around on Kindle instead of, you know... talking to people." Ben says it like talking to people is literal hell, and... okay, Laken can see how that might be the case. "He probably just needed to get away from it and wandered off."

"Uh, yeah. I know." Laken rubs at the back of their neck, fingers moving through the soft, shorn undercut beneath their longer black waves. "I'm sure that's it. Just... you know, sometimes he... when he gets nervous..."

"I got you." They adore Ben, sometimes, for how often they don't have to finish the sentences they don't want to say. He knows what words haven't yet spilled, unwilling. Sometimes he acts like he belongs to us, not like he loves us. Sometimes I can't trust him to find his way back on his own. Sometimes I feel like Jake, and I hate feeling like Jake.

Words die in their throat.

Ben squeezes their arm, gently. "Let's split up and search around. I'll go outside, you go around the house, okay? We verify how he is, then whichever one finds him tells the other. Sound good?" Ben smiles, and Laken relaxes a little, finding a smile for him in return.

"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Ben."

"No problem." Ben has always understood Chris, thanks to his little brother being similar in some ways. He understands Laken's worry, too, because better than anyone else here - he knows how Chris sometimes gets lost in his past, especially if he's drinking, worse the maybe twice Laken's ever seen him try an edible or a pill.

What if he got drunk and someone offered him something and he took it? Drunk Chris sometimes isn't a Chris who can easily turn down anything he's offered.

This party was a stupid idea.

Laken takes a deep breath and squares their shoulders.

Chris is not a child.

He is a goddamn grown man and Laken is not his keeper. They're not his parent and they're not a babysitter. They're definitely not his fucking... owner or whatever the bastards that hurt him would have called it. They're his partner. He can handle himself, better than they could if they'd lived his life, and they need to trust him to either know his limits and to get away if he can't say no, or to come to them if he wants to ask for help. Otherwise, they're not any better than the bullshit he's been buried in for longer than he's known them.

Ben goes to check outside, slipping silently out the sliding door onto the back porch where a small crowd has congregated in a cloud of skunky smoke, while Laken heads upstairs, peeking their head in to room after room with no sign of him anywhere. They see some movement under a pile of coats, but that's... definitely not Chris, based on the very female voices who yell at them to give them some fucking privacy, please.

"Sorry, Brit," Laken calls, closing the door tightly. "And, um, Leigh. Just looking for Chris-"

"Well, he isn't in here or we'd have kicked him out already," Brit says, cranky but without any real anger in her voice. Laken doesn't recognize the redhead whose eyes pop up from beneath the pile of coats next to her. "Check a different room."

"Yeah, I will. Uh... keep having fun, I guess-"

"That's the plan! Now leave, please!"

The door latches as they close it, and they exhale. There's one room left, at the end of the hall, and they can hear a familiar murmuring from behind the door when they press their ear up against it.

Laken knocks, rapping gently with their knuckles, and turns the knob when they hear no answer - but no demand to stay out either. The murmuring goes silent. They sigh, and the door swings open, light cutting across the carpet until it reveals their wayward boyfriend.

No one has claimed this bedroom yet, so it's bare and empty except for a couple unpacked cardboard boxes, Brit's exercise bike by the window, a couple of her yoga mats, a laundry basket with a few folded towels, and a bare mattress the last housemate had left behind on the floor when they moved out.

Laken's lips press together, eyes scanning the room. Chris's phone is on the mattress, along with an empty beer bottle, but Chris isn't. "Chris? Cariño?"

A muffled rustling makes them jump, heart in their throat, and then they realize the sound came from the closet, where the folding doors are closed. Laken pulls them open to reveal Chris curled up, knees nearly to his chin, an open bottle clutched in one hand, his chewy necklace in the other. He'd chosen the bat one tonight, and his hand is closed around it in such a tight fist Laken can tell his knuckles are white even in the dark.

Chris doesn't look at them. He's swaying, rocking forward and back, his eyes focused on something far, far away from them. There's red lines on his left wrist, where he's dug his nails in, scratching not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Laken takes a deep breath, shifting into a crouch.

"Talk to me, Chris."

"No." The answer is flat, and they watch his thumb rub over the little nub of the silicone bat's nose, the points of its tiny ears. "No, no, no. No."

At least he's saying it out loud.

That alone makes the knot of anxiety in their chest start to loosen. If he can say no, he isn't gone, maybe just... standing a little farther back, inside his own head, than the surface.

"Okay. Okay, that's fine. No talking, that's fine. Are you okay, baby?" Laken keeps their voice just above a whisper and lays their hand on the wood trim that frames this shitty excuse for a closet, the floor creaking under them. "You... kind of vanished on me, there."

Chris's eyes flick to them and then away again. "Loud," He manages, and he sounds like he's forcing the word out between gritted teeth. Maybe he is. "Too, too, too... too loud. Too much, too... many."

"I guess Ben called it." Laken sighs, pulling out their phone and sending Ben a quick text that they found Chris and everything's fine. they get a thumbs-up in reply almost immediately. Ben must have been as anxious as they are, if he was just watching for their text to come in. "Do you want me to call Jake to come get you, or..."

"No!" He snaps it, and Laken tries not to wince. He's just struggling with the noise of the party, they tell themself, he's not actually angry. Chris almost never gets angry, and even then it's only at himself. Which... is worse, somehow. "No. Just... Quiet, it's... it's it's quiet."

"Right. Do you want me to stay with you? Be quiet with you?"

He shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything else. His mouth moves, but no further sounds come out.

"Chris, did..." They want to ask, did someone say something to you? Sometimes people said things, referenced pets or something in a way that set him off. But even if someone had... he probably wouldn't tell them, at least not now, not when every word seemed to have to filter through layer after layer of self-protection in his mind. "Never mind. Is there anything I can do for you? Water, or..."

He shakes his head. "No. Just. Um. Quiet... quiet, now. Please?"

"Yeah." Laken leans over and presses a kiss to his hair. He tips his head against their lips and they exhale in relief. "I love you, Chris. Come back if you can, but if you can't, that's okay, too. Just don't hurt yourself, okay? Things should start winding down in a couple hours." They take the little plastic bat and push it against the hand that's still scratching at his shoulder, until he takes hold of it again, pressing it against his mouth and running it back and forth, back and forth.

Chris is quiet, but as they open the door to head back into the hallway, they hear a quiet, "Love, love you," from Chris, barely audible.

They smile as they close the door. Down the hall, the sounds of the party hit them like a brick, beckoning them back to the noise and the cheer and the awful fucking Christmas music still blaring at top volume. Someone yells something out and the whole damn crowd cheers, making Laken wince at it feels nearly deafening.

Maybe Chris has the right idea.

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freakisetdomme · 1 month

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The need to breed a girl until she’s whining and clenching around my cock is so bad rn, I want to cum inside of her over and over and over again, overstimulating her to the point of her crying with pleasure

#wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #cnc ns/fw #overstimulation tw #overstim kink #breeding k1nk

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sluttyshima · 2 years

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In Excelsis

Content / Trigger Warnings: body image issues, mention of fatphobia and bullying, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, super soft dom, body worship, lots of praise, slight marking, light impact play, hint of overstimulation - overall it is very soft and loving sex

Characters: Tadashi Yamaguchi x chubby female reader

Words: ~3.4k

AN: Repost from my old account.

Tadashi has never once said anything to make you doubt his attraction for you. He has done nothing but sing your praises, even before the two of you started dating. Everything about you is perfect to him, and he reminds you of it often.

But that doesn’t stop you from staring at your own reflection with a critical eye.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, clothed only in your undergarments. Pinching and poking at the softer parts of you, you frown with dissatisfaction. It’s no secret that you look nothing like the women you see in magazines or on television. You’re bigger than them, plush in places where society tells you that you should be trim.

Clothes don’t fit you the way that they fit the mannequins. Even garments that are tailored for people your size, are almost always modeled by a woman who is ‘acceptably’ plus-sized. The same dress that had smoothly accentuated the curves of the model on the website where you had bought it, clung to you in ways that caused your already fragile self esteem to plummet. You had been so excited to wear it, but now it lay discarded on the floor in front of you as tears wet your lashes.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you almost ready?” Even after over two years of dating, and three months of living together, Tadashi still maintained a few of his shy habits. He knocked on the door to your shared bedroom, politely warning you that he was coming in before doing so. “Wait, why aren’t you dressed?”

His eyes moved from you, to the dress at your feet. Expression softening, he sighed as he reached for you. His face joined yours in the mirror as his arms wrapped around your middle.

The way that his arms pressed into your plump stomach left you feeling embarrassed and exposed. Wasn’t he disgusted by the way your flesh squished beneath his hold? Even if he wasn’t, you certainly were.

You untangled yourself from his grasp and turned to face him. Tadashi was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide the hurt that he felt at your rejection. He seemed conflicted, wanting to help you but unsure of exactly how to do so. As always, he was overthinking, worrying about all of the ways that he could accidentally make the situation worse.

“The dress doesn’t fit right.”

It was a pitiful attempt at an explanation, but he understood. He knew. You had struggled with low self esteem long before ever meeting him. When the two of you had started getting closer, you had opened up to him about your experiences as a larger woman.

He had been stunned. Obviously he was no stranger to bullying, having gone through it himself. But what you went through on a daily basis was something else entirely. Fatphobia went so much deeper than mere taunting. It was a struggle simply for you to be taken seriously. No matter how active you are, people assume that you are lazy. Medical professionals ignore your symptoms, always wanting to try to blame everything on your weight.

Your past has taught you that the way you looked was wrong. Society made it clear that you were not going to be accepted, that you were not good enough. After years of this treatment, it was no wonder that you had such a warped opinion of yourself.

“We can find you something else to wear.” Tadashi reached for you, one hand slowly tracing the curve of your hip. “Or we can stay in, and I can spend the whole night showing you how stunning you are.”

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore the involuntary reaction your body has to him. “You don’t have to lie to me. I have eyes, I know how I look.”

“I’m not lying, sweetheart.” His voice is small, sad. “You know that I think you’re perfect, right?”

“You didn’t find bigger women to be attractive before me,” you argued as you averted your eyes. “You’re seeing me through rose-colored glasses. If I were just a random person on the street, you wouldn’t spare me a second glance.”

He frowns. “What do you mean? I did spare you a second glance - and a third, and a fourth, and so on. Ever since I first saw you, I haven’t wanted to take my eyes off of you.” Pulling you in by your waist, he uses his free hand to cup your chin and gently tilt your face up to look him in the eye. “You were the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen, and you’ve only become more beautiful since then.”

“Do you- do you really mean that?” You desperately want to believe him. But the doubts that are constantly swirling around in your mind make it difficult, near impossible. “You’re not just saying it to make me feel better?”

Tadashi leans close enough to rest his forehead against yours. “Of course I mean it, baby.” The hand at your waist squeezes slightly. “Let me show you. Please?”

The word ‘yes’ barely leaves your lips before they are covered by his. There’s a tenderness in the way that his mouth slots against yours. One hand guides your head to deepen the kiss while the other settles on your lower back to push your body flush against his. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging lightly the way that he likes.

A single kiss leaves both of you breathless, and you gasp when he pulls away for air. His face is already flushed, pink coloring the skin beneath his freckles. It’s never taken much to fluster him. You wonder if he’s just easily flustered, or if you have that effect on him.

You barely have a chance to catch your breath before Tadashi is on you again. This time, his lips stray from yours. He teasingly nibbles the chub of your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. His hands wander down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh as he sucks and bites on your skin.

His mouth returns to yours as you begin fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. The way that he sucks your tongue into his mouth makes it difficult for you to concentrate, and the task takes much longer than it usually would. When you finally finish with the last button, he pulls away just long enough for you to push the shirt off his shoulders. He discards it quickly before returning to you with even more fervor.

Lost in the kiss, you don’t notice right away when he begins carefully walking you backwards towards the bed. You’re caught off guard when you feel the back of your legs press against the mattress. A yelp escapes you as you begin to fall backwards.

Tadashi simply laughs, following you down. He assists you in climbing further back onto the bed before he comes to hover over you. He keeps his weight off of you with a knee in between your legs and a hand on the side of your head. The other hand smoothes across the skin of your stomach, caressing you tenderly.

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this,” he mumbles as he pulls back to look at you. “God, you have no idea what you do to me.”

His touches become a bit rougher as his eyes darken with lust. He massages one breast through the cup of your bra. When you lift your upper body and unclasp the garment, he wastes no time in removing it, tossing it aside without care.

“You’ve got such perfect tits.”

Balancing on his knees now, he cups your breasts in his hands. His thumbs ghost over your nipples, which pebble beneath his touch. He groans at the sight. Ducking his head, he takes one perky bud between his lips and suckles. His tongue alternates between tracing circles around and flicking rapidly against it. He catches the other between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, and smiling at your resulting gasp.

The attention he lavishes upon your breasts is akin to worship. Mouth alternating from one to the other, he leaves your nipples sensitive and saliva slicked. Eventually his fingers take over, while his lips kiss, bite, and suck their way across your chest. Bruises color your skin, leaving a possessive display of blossoming purple.

“Dashi!” you squeal as he nips at one of the marks that has just been formed. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly to get his attention.

“Sorry, gorgeous.” He apologizes with a soothing kiss to the sore spot. “You just look so good, it makes me go a little feral.”

Slowly, his attention begins to travel lower. His hands grasp at your plush stomach. The feeling of his warm, wet tongue traversing the soft rolls has you squirming. He is quick to hold you still with a hand on your hip, admonishing you with a gentle swat to your thigh. “Stay still baby, and let me enjoy you the way I want to.”

His command has liquid pooling between your thighs. But it’s more than just the physical sensation, or the display of dominance. What really turns you on is the way he truly seems to be enjoying himself. He appears to have already forgotten his original intention of proving something to you, as he instead becomes drunk off of your body. The proof of his own pleasure is in the small moans and grunts that leave his lips, and the way that he grinds his hips down against the mattress.

“Gotta taste you.” Tadashi’s voice takes on a slightly whiny tone as he slips his fingers beneath the elastic of your underwear. “Lemme take these off?”

You nod and lift your hips, allowing him to pull your panties down your legs. He stares at your exposed cunt reverently as he settles on his stomach. Squeezing the fat of your thighs, he brings your legs over his shoulders and turns his head to scatter kisses up and down your skin. Each time his mouth nears the spot where you need it most, he pulls away.

Patience wearing thin, you huff. “Stop teasing! Please!”

“Shh, baby,” he coos. His thumbs part your lower lips and he leans forward to sweetly kiss your clit. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, give this pretty pussy the attention it deserves. Promise.”

Flattening his tongue, he licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. Your eyes roll back as he buries his face between your legs. He’s sloppy, too captivated by the smell and taste of you to worry about the way the mixture of your juices and his saliva drips down the curve of your ass and soaks the sheets below.

The noises are obscene. Your cunt squelches as he begins to fuck you open with two fingers, lips smacking messily against your folds. While his moans are muffled, sending tingling vibrations straight to your core, yours are loud, unrestrained and desperate.

“Gonna cum!” You’re panting now, chest heaving as you lift your hips to grind against his face. “Fuck, Dashi, gonna- I’m- cumming!”

Your thighs clench tight around his head while you ride the waves of pleasure that are coursing through your body. His tongue slowly laps at your clit, fingers leisurely pumping in and out of you as he works you through your orgasm. When you finally manage to open your eyes, you watch as he pops the appendages in his mouth, eyes closed as one by one he sucks them clean and releases them with a small pop.

Tadashi takes his time kissing his way up your body. When his lips finally land on yours, his tongue immediately bullies its way into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him. “See how sweet you are?” he mumbles into the kiss.

You’ve only just come down from your high, but he’s impatient. Hands smoothing up and down your trembling thighs, he pushes them apart so that he can settle his body between them. You can feel him pressing against you through his slacks, hard and ready. His eyes are glazed with pleasure and he whimpers softly with each needy roll of his hips.

“Fuck,” he groans against your lips before pulling back. He seems to tower over you as he sits back on his heels, gaze roving up and down your body. “Look at you, pretty girl. Jus’ seeing you laid out for me like this makes me so hard.”

He unbuttons his pants and shoves them down, kicking them off somewhere behind him. The sizable tent in his boxers is a temptation that you simply can’t resist. He hisses and throws his head back when you squeeze him through the fabric, slowly stroking from base to tip. Your eyes lock onto the slowly growing wet patch, unmistakable against the light colored underwear.

It’s not enough for you to feel his warmth through the clothing though. You pull them down, watching as his hardened cock slaps against his stomach. He’s a little above average length, but thicker than one would expect given his thinner frame. The tip is blushed pink and leaking, and you salivate at the sight.

Your grip tightens as you begin to pump his length more vigorously. Tadashi bites his lip, barely restraining his moans. His hips buck in time with your movements as you use his own pre as lubricant, hastening the rhythm at which you jerk him off.

“S-slow down, sweetheart,” he begs. “Gonna make me cum too quick if you keep doin’ that.”

But you have no intention of slowing. His expression, the little sounds he makes - all of it only encourages you to keep going. You want to see him come undone, lose himself to the pleasure.

“I said. Slow. Down.”

Hands grip your hips tightly enough to bruise. You instinctively let go of his cock in order to clutch at his wrists. It’s too late to stop him, though. He’s already moving, repositioning you so that you are now on your knees, ass in the air.

There’s a sudden, sharp, stinging pain as Tadashi brings his hand down on one of your cheeks and then the other. He’s quick to soothe the pain though, gently rubbing the heated skin and even bending down to press a kiss to the affected area.

“You gonna be good for me, now?” he asks. While one hand keeps a tight grip of your hip, the other smoothes down your back. His long, thin fingers wrap around the back of your neck and push you down so that your face is smushed into the pillows beneath you. He parts your legs with one of his, putting you in the perfect position for him.

For a moment he keeps you like that. You can practically feel his eyes boring into you. You’re sure that if you were able to look back at him, you would see him staring at the way your back is arched for him, your plump ass raised and on display, your glistening cunt just waiting for him.

Finally, you feel his hips come to meet yours. His hard cock grinds against your ass for a few seconds. He begins to glide through your slick, lubricating himself. When the blunt head catches against your clit, you keen and push back against him. He delivers another harsh slap to your ass, eyes narrowing as he watches the resulting jiggle.

“Gonna fuck this pretty little hole,” he says as he begins to prod against your entrance. “You want that, don’t you, baby?”

The feeling of his thick cock slowly pushing inside of you makes it nearly impossible to speak. You’re barely able to whimper out your approval as he begins to stretch you out. The feeling is indescribable, every vein rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls as he dregs in and out of you at a pace that leaves you desperate for more.

“God, sweetheart, you take me so well.” His body leans over yours, allowing him to leave sloppy kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck. “Feel so good, squeezin’ me just right.”

As Tadashi begins to pick up speed, his hands roam over the expanse of your body. He reaches below you with one, greedily grabbing at your stomach and breasts. The other rests on your ass as he enjoys the way the fat ripples with each thrust.

“‘s too good!” His breath is hot against your ear as he presses his weight into you. “I’m not gonna last. You’re so good, so goddamn sexy, fuck!”

The noise of flesh against flesh is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your joined moans as he sets a relentless pace. His balls slap against your clit as he pounds into you furiously. He’s lost in pleasure now, unable to think about anything but chasing his own release.

Suddenly he changes the angle, allowing him to hit a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You reach back, desperate for something to hold onto as you feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching. His fingers twine with yours, lips ghosting over the lobe of your ear as he whispers praises.

“So gorgeous like this,” he croons. “My perfect girl, with a perfect fuckin’ pussy. Just for me, all mine, right baby?”

His thrusts became sloppy. Free hand snaking between your legs, he rubs frantic circles on your clit. “Wan’ you to cum with me, can you do that? Come on, sweetheart, let go for me.”

At his command, the coil in your stomach tightens and then snaps. You chant his name over and over again like a prayer. Your whole body shakes from the intensity of your pleasure.

The feeling of your already tight walls clamping down on him is just what Tadashi needs to send him over the edge with you. His body practically collapses on top of yours as you feel his warm seed fill your spasming cunt. But he continues moving even after he’s been milked dry, humping into you and overstimulating himself until tears gather in his lashes.

“I don’t wanna stop,” he confesses. “Wanna keep fuckin’ you, pretty girl.”

“Dashi, s’too sensitive!” You whine in protest. “Please, I need a break!”

Reluctantly, he pulls his softening cock out of you and falls beside you on the bed. You can feel his release dribbling out of you and clench your thighs together in an attempt to keep from making more of a mess than you already have. Rolling over, you seek out the warmth of the man beside you.

Tadashi pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you and guiding your head to his chest. You can hear the rapid thudding of his heart, and listen as it begins to slow. Nuzzling close, you sigh happily at the contented feeling of being in your lover’s embrace.

“I don’t ever want you to doubt how beautiful you are,” he murmurs. Cupping your face in one hand, he gently pulls you up so that he can brush his lips against yours. “Every part of you is perfect, and it affects me in a way that no one else ever has, that no one else ever could. I want you, all of you.”

“But-”

“No buts.” He interrupts you before you even get the chance to argue. “Sweetheart, I love everything about you. I love the way that your eyes light up when you look at me.” He kisses your forehead. “I love how soft and warm your body feels against mine.” He kisses one cheek, and then the other. “And I love how much of you there is for me to love. Just wanna grab you and kiss you all over, all the time.” He finishes with a tender kiss to your lips.

You bury your face in his neck, hiding how emotional his sincere words have made you. He chuckles, playfully tickling your sides. “Don’t get all shy on me now, baby.”

A sudden pinch to your rear causes you to squeal and try to jerk away. But he catches you by the waist, pulling you so that you’re seated on top of him. To your surprise, he’s already hard again. He grasps your hips and guides you to grind against his length, pupils blown with desire.

“I’m not done showing you just how much your body turns me on.”

#tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi smut #haikyuu #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu comfort #yamaguchi comfort #impact play tw #overstimulation tw #body image tw

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zhong-leigh · 1 year

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Inspired by a tiktok vid, I made a little list of how to notice an autistic meltdown/shutdown/overstimulation in my notebook.

I decided to share it with you all, maybe someone who's also undiagnosed/late diagnosed might find it useful, but please note that this is only my own experience, this does not apply to everyone's experiences with meltdowns/shutdowns/overstimulation.

Obviously trigger warning if this topic is triggering for you, please don't read!

SIGNS (that I've noticed in myself):

Increased irritation, frustration, anger

Really, really BAD thoughts. Like insulting people, things, whatever is causing the overstimulation/meltdown in my head

Wanting to hurt whatever/whoever is the cause

Wanting to scream, shout, run away

Intrusive thoughts: "xyz doesn't love me", "they definitely talk shit about me", "I fucked up" etc

Increased sensory sensitivities: noise sensitivity (things seem to be louder than what they probably are), auditory problems (which adds to the frustration), sensitivity to clothes (I start feeling every single fibre in my damn bra and it hurts to wear it)

Being extra snappy at people who might not even deserve it

Wanting to cry or straight up starting to cry (usually crying is the point of no return for me)

Increased stimming (if I'm already in a meltdown, I tend to scratch myself, hit/slap my thighs, grab my own hair)

When shutdown occurs, or when it's near, it becomes harder and harder to speak and function. I express myself less and less, and don't speak where it's not absolutely necessary

Please do note that shutdowns, meltdowns and overstimulation are not the same things. I made the same list for all three because because in my personal experience, the signs are pretty much the same for all.

Shutdown can occur before and after a meltdown for me, but sometimes I don't shut down after a meltdown, it's really a 50-50 chance in my experience.

Overstimulation can lead to either a shutdown, a meltdown or both. But everyone is different.

Feel free to use this list, add your own things, etc.

And again, these are only MY experiences, not everyone will experience the same things.:)

#autism #autistic #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #actually autistic #asd #autistic meltdown #meltdowns #shutdowns #autistic shutdown #overstimulation tw #tw meltdown #tw shutdown

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kinkajouwof · 1 year

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THE JADE WINGLET

YOU CAN TELL I MADE THIS AT THREE IN MORNING

#KINKAJOUS HOME VIDEOS #overstimulation tw #I GUESS #audio warning #loud tw #loud #wof #wings of fire #wof meme #the jade winglet

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mastermindenoshimaalicia · 2 years

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dinner (selfship post four)

summary: in which her men have dinner with their quiet girl.

pairing: gojo satoru x sebastian michaelis x geto suguru x me

warnings: smut, various sex positions, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, kitchen sex, size kink (I think), foursome, and other mature warnings

a/n: …I don't know how to describe this so apologies if this seemed very rushed. if I missed anything, let me know. otherwise, enjoy 1.6k words of smut.

taglist: @happygoluckyalexis @maydayaisha

"Mmm…" I slowly opened my eyes as I woke up from a little two-hour nap before reaching for my phone and checking the time. Seeing that it was half past five, I'd finally decided to muster the energy to climb out of bed.

"I'm hungry…" I groaned, fixing the blue t-shirt and grey shorts I was wearing before sliding on my glasses and slippers. "Lemme see what I can find…"

Exiting my room and heading downstairs, I found three people taking their place at the kitchen table as I walked in. Geto, Gojo, and Sebastian.

"Um…what the hell is going on here?"

"The lady of the house finally awoken from her slumber." Sebastian chuckled. "Please take a seat."

I rubbed my eyes and took a seat at the table. To the left of me was Gojo with Geto to my right and Sebastian straight ahead.

"What's going on?" I yawned, blinking.

"So the butler had an idea." Gojo flashed me a grin.

I sighed. "I just woke up from a damn nap…a good ass one at that." I then glanced at Sebastian. "Make this quick before I decide to go crawl back into bed and get another nap in."

The demon butler leaned forward, interlacing his fingers. "Since we've all taken a liking to you, can we have you for dinner?"

I raised an eyebrow. "You're fucking joking, right?"

"Why would I lie, my dear?" He then got up, closed the windows, and locked the doors. "After all, ever since I fucked you twice and these two fucked you once, you've become very reserved."

"Oh?" I got up. "Am I too quiet?" I walked over to him, his devilish crimson eyes looking at me up and down.

"If I said yes, what would you do?" Sebastian quickly grabbed my ass, rubbing it. "After all, I could make you scream. Especially in front of these two."

"Hm…I doubt it." I looked down at the demon before pulling away and walking over to Gojo, running a finger down his chest all the way to his growing bulge.

The white-haired man whispered in my ear. "Come on now, we promise to treat our girl right." He then flashed a smirk in my direction, copping a feel of my ass.

I then walked away from him and made my way to Geto, teasingly running my fingers through his hair as I gently pulled it back to look at him.

"After all, you have three holes for a reason. Why don’t we give you a reason to use them more often?" He spoke, cupping my chin.

I pulled away from the raven-haired man before looking at each of them, sitting on the kitchen table in front of the butler.

"What's your decision, darling?" Sebastian smirked devilishly, taking his gloves off.

"I'll take you up on your offer." I pushed up my glasses, realizing I had three hungry men ready to ravish me like I was their last meal. "However, I'm upping the ante here."

"And what would that be?" Geto wondered.

"I'll let…." I trailed off, thinking about it as I felt Sebastian's hands rubbing my thighs and Gojo planting kisses on my neck.

"What's wrong, love?" Geto's sultry voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Can't finish your sentence after teasing us?"

Goosebumps appeared on my arms as he nibbled at my earlobes, pulling off my shirt. "I…." I trailed off again as Gojo unhooked my bra, letting my big breasts flop.

"My, you're so beautiful. Plump like a peach and thick like a milkshake." He muttered, turning my head as I came face to face with his memorizing ocean blue eyes before feeling his lips on mine. I hummed in response before letting his tongue dance with mine for a moment.

"You're such a good girl, you know that?" Sebastian muttered, planting kisses on my inner thighs as his hands made their way up my sides and pulled off my panties and underwear to reveal how drenched I was.

At this point, was there really anything for me to say? I could feel the lust coming from the trio as the demonic butler began eating my pussy like it was his last meal as the two friends switched between planting kisses on my face and whispered sweet nothing in my ears.

"Oh fuck…." The only two words I could muster out as I wrapped my legs around Sebastian's head, his hands gripping my plush thighs as his tongue teased my sensitive bud. "Shit…!" I gripped his hair, the tight knot in my stomach snapping as I cried out, cumming all over the butler's face.

"Good job, love." Sebastian looked up at me, gently removing his head from between my legs. "Now then…" He then motioned for Gojo to switch places and have his turn with my drenched pussy.

The blue-eyed male immediately went to town, his tongue licking stripes up and down my folds as Sebastian kissed me with his tongue and Geto teased my nipples.

"Fuck…" I panted, feeling three of Gojo's fingers in my sopping cunt at a slow rate with his tongue slowly teasing my clit. "Oh fuck, Gojo…" I arched my back, his fingers and tongue picking up the pace. "I'm gonna…" I whined, releasing my arousal all over him.

"Damn, baby. You really are beautiful." He muttered, planting kisses all over my sex before getting up and swapping places with Geto.

"I wonder how many times will you cum for us, darling…" The raven-haired man mused, one of his hands traveling up to my neck and wrapped around my neck as his other hand gently slapped my pussy.

I gasped, four of his fingers making their way inside my puffy pussy, stretching me out even more. I then opened my mouth to say something only for Sebastian to deeply kiss me, muffling my moans as Gojo toyed with my nipples. "Mmph!" I threw my head back as I came again and panted from my third orgasm of the evening.

"Tired, baby?" Gojo cooed in my ear, kissing my neck.

"No…" I muttered, my thighs trembling as Sebastian and Gojo sat me up to let me catch my breath before helping me get on the cold, hard floor.

"Good. Ready for us to fuck you into pure bliss?" Geto asked, caressing my cheek and rubbing my lips before laying on his back.

All I could do was nod before watching the three men pull out their cocks, fully erect and hard. Geto then pulled my chubby figure onto his lap, grinding against my pussy before thrusting inside.

"G-Geto…fuck, you're so big." I clutched his hair, his hands gently smacking my ass as he buried his face in my neck and mine in his.

"Oh my." He chuckled, licking my neck as his seductive voice whispered praises in my ear, slowly fucking my pussy. "Gojo, if you may."

I then felt Gojo's cock slowly take me from behind, his heated breath causing goosebumps for form on my arms as the two held me and began rearranging my insides.

"Aaah, fuck, her other hole is just as tight." The white-haired man muttered, groping my breasts from behind and planting kisses down my back.

I then tilted my head up to find Sebastian looking down at me before I began giving him head.

"Hm…so good." The butler muttered, rubbing my head.

Both Gojo and Geto stopped for a moment, smacking my ass, causing me to choke on Sebastian's dick. After coughing for a bit, I let out a loud moan as the two picked back up rearranging my insides, the butler fucking my throat with Gojo teasing my clit and bringing me to the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck…" I babbled, my entire mind having almost gone blank at this point. All I could think about was the many things I'd let these three do to me.

"Go ahead and cum, baby," Gojo whispered, those words causing me to clench around both cocks and cry out in pleasure, my fourth orgasm coming hard and making my body tremble.

"Such a good girl, taking us all in well." Geto praised me. "Let's go again, shall we?" He then flashed a smirk to the other two men.

For the next hour or so, I was getting fucked so good that if I had neighbors, they'd be knowing their names from how much of a loud, babbling mess I became. My body was wrecked and rattled having came so many times that I had to be carried upstairs by Geto and Gojo while Sebastian ran me a bath.

"F-Fuck…" I tiredly mustered as I was slowly lowered into the tub, the hot water relaxing my body. "I don't know whether to hate all three of you or love you three even more…shit…"

"Maybe you should love us even more. After all, we did make you scream our names." Gojo quickly kissed my forehead as Sebastian and Geto cleaned me up, dried me off, and help me get into my night clothes - a pink top with a small floral pocket and matching floral pants.

After being helped into bed, I looked at the three of them.

"Now then, shall the three of us leave her-" Geto started.

I immediately cut him off. "I want you three to cuddle me with me."

"Dibs on her ass!" Gojo blurred out before Sebastian whacked him upside the head. "Ow…"

"I suggest we let her decide. After all, if I know one thing, it's that pussy is powerful." Geto nodded, taking his place on the right side, Sebastian on the left, and Gojo finally settling for the middle on top of me as we all went to sleep.

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bibblelevi · 2 years

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Random thought but imagine demon levi fucking you so hard over and over again but him not getting tired at all because of his stupidly consistent stamina, you though, writhing on the sheets and thighs shaking, your eyes are glossy and dumb as you stare up at him and he just fucking smirks at you, teeth showing and all, and flips you on all fours without batting an eye, hands on both of your trembling thighs, massaging gently, a giant contrast to his fucking. he reaches up to your neck and pulls you until your back is touching his heaving chest and whispers into your ear with a chuckle, ”Im not done with you, dove.” and you LET him. you let him fuck you as he whispers the dirtiest fucking things . ”You wanted my cock in your pretty cunt, take it. take what im giving you.” ”You think you can take more? Huh? I know you can youre my good girl.”

”F-fuck.. take it. Please.”

”Thats it. come on my cock. there we go… show me how much you love it.“

excuse me i Have to go water my snail

Warnings for dumbification and overstim

Uhhhhhhhhhhh it’s illegal to send something like this to me you owe me a new pair of panties what the f

God but then he just flips you over and you start to get so squirmy and tense, reaching back for him because you just need something to hold onto. You need that reassurance. So maybe he gives you a reprieve, a couple of seconds where you can draw in a long, balmy breath. And you use that second to twist onto your back and stretch your arms out to him like some petulant child.

But he just gives in. If he’s fucking you to hell and back it’s the least he can do, right? Indulge you? So he lets you snake your arms around his neck and cry and moan open-mouthed into his ear. It’s music to him. He slides his arms around you, tightening his hold while snapping his hips, and he keeps filling you until the cum is glistening on your trembling inner thighs.

“I love your cock, Levi,” you tell him. “I love your cock n’ I love you. Love you. So much. S-so much.”

And there’s seriously no sentence in the world that can make him cum harder than that one.

#phewwwww #overstimulation tw #dumbification tw #Levi thirsts #demon bf Levi

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strawberry-barista · 2 months

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{For a 750 piece puzzle, holy smokes. It took 3 of us 3 days to complete. I had to tap out. It made me cry. I still can barely see the dragons for the infuriatingly similar textures.}

{But it's finally done. And I'm free!}

#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄#//off topic #//idc y'all im so happy #//im like 2 ticks away from an overstimulation meltdown #//i want to vibe and write #//or maybe just veg out to yt #//or music #//idk yet I'm shaking #//do i tw this as something?#//how do i tag this?#overstimulation tw #anxiety tw #//maybe??#//idk #ask to tag

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kinniestimzz · 2 years

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Nepeta Leijon Stimboard for Myself!! (all gifs were found on pinterest) 🐾💚💤

#stimboard #homestuck #nepeta leijon #homestuck nepeta #kandi #kandi stim #overstimulation tw

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beachedsandcastles · 4 months

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overstimulated right now, might go eat some paper in a bit

#sen rambles #overstimulation tw #idk if thats a tw needed or

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suguwu · 2 years

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Hi bee! I wanted to ask if you have any thoughts you can share about Kaeya? From what i see on your blog he may not be one of your favorite characters to write for but i trust you with characterization and don't see many people writing about him so i wanted to ask. This is not a request or anything feel free to ignore it if you'd like!

hi anon!! first off thank you so much for liking my characterization?! it's one of the best compliments i can get, so truly thank you 😭 and i always love talking about characters!

and actually—i absolutely adore kaeya! you should see my dms lmao. i just...get nervous about writing him. he's so complex in a lot of ways and also his talking is such a core component of him and dialogue is my weakest point as a writer!

some kaeya thoughts, though! it got a bit away from me so under a cut. also under the cut—mentions of somno, edging, and overstim.

from his voice lines about being a sinner, there's a lot of question around how much he values himself as a person. kaeya sort of falls into the same category as nanami for me when it comes to self-worth—he sees value in himself as a tool and protector of mond. as a person, he doesn't have that same value. he's a sinner, a liar, and a betrayer.

we also know he's willing to use any method possible to get the outcome he wants. that he likes making people make tough decisions. manipulation is ingrained in kaeya, and i think he considers it a survival method—something he can never let go of. it's an integral part of himself in his own mind. diluc is the only person who has ever seen his true self, and i think it would take a lot for him to let anyone see that again.

but despite his walls (and boy does he have walls), i think kaeya loves deeply, even if he doesn't always know what to do with it. we know now that he was the one who first reached out to diluc after their fight and that he reached out early. he's sentimental—keeping the letters, keeping the shells, keeping the scrap from the fire—even if he prefers to hide that fact.

i actually think when romance is on the table/he really likes someone he can get a bit flustered! he still maintains a majority of his composure and his silver tongue and his playful teasing but if you catch him off guard—he kinda bluescreens for a minute, flushes a bit, his eye widening just a hint. he recovers quick, though.

i think kaeya struggles with the idea of a true lover, though. he's caught up in his struggle with his origins and his worth. there's his penchant for manipulation and how it's second nature to him. it makes truly opening himself up to emotional connection difficult.

on a nsfw note, i think it takes kaeya a minute to find his footing in the bedroom but once he does? good luck. he'll wring you out and love every second of it. loves to edge you and then overstim you, all while cooing at you.

also i see him liking somno—it's not unusual for you to wake up with him between your legs, mouth shining with your slick, his tongue deep in you. he pulls away from your cunt when he sees you stirring awake, purring out a teasing good morning. he likes the idea of you waking up already wound up, even though you're still pliant under his mouth.

when deep feelings get involved, though, i see him as being a bit quieter when you have sex. there's a lot of vulnerability in it and i don't think he particularly enjoys any sense of vulnerability. he wants to keep that tight control, but he can't quite help the way you make him feel stripped bare. even still, it's relatively rare that it actually shows up. a majority of the time, you still end up with teasing—borderline sadistic at times—kaeya taking you apart.

like i said, i think kaeya is a complex and difficult character to pin down, and my thoughts about him shift all the time! i'm really looking forward to getting more about his relationship with khaenri'ah and about him in general!

#🪴.ask #anon #rlly thank you so much <333 #somnophilia tw #edging tw #overstimulation tw #i didn't even touch on his loneliness and how core it is to his person lol #.kaeya

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sluttyshima · 2 years

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Eternally yours

Warnings: no beta, yandere themes, dubcon, manipulation, coercion, punishment, daddy kink, impact play, forced orgasm, overstimulation, dacryphilia, breeding, oral sex, unprotected sex

Characters: Keishin Ukai x female reader

Words: ~3.5k

AN: reposted from my old account

You surveyed the wreckage of your apartment. Items had been strewn carelessly about the room, furniture turned over, and several of your dishes had been shattered on the kitchen floor. But perhaps the scariest detail about the break-in was the fact that nothing had been stolen.

If the intruder hadn’t wanted to take any of your valuables, then why bother? The only possible explanation that you could come up with, was that this was no random burglary. You had been targeted for personal reasons, and this intrusion had been carefully planned. It was meant to frighten you, meant to send a message that you had received as clear as day.

You were no longer safe here.

A heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. Turning towards the male, you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your cheek against his chest. His other hand came to rest on the back of your head, stroking through your hair.

“I can’t let you stay here by yourself,” Keishin said. “Actually, I’m not really comfortable with you staying here at all. What if the person who did this comes back?” He pulls back slightly so that he can look you in the eye, resting his hands on your shoulders. “You should stay at my place until the police catch the perpetrator. Nobody will be able to hurt you while I’m around.”

Pushing against his chest slightly, you shake your head. “Oh no, I couldn’t impose on you like that! I’ll just… get a hotel room, or stay with a family member or something.”

He frowned at your response, and if you hadn’t been so preoccupied with thoughts of the break-in you might have noticed the flash of something dark within his eyes before he regained his composure. “Babe, you could never impose.” Eyes narrowing slightly, he added, “Besides, I’m gonna be really worried about you unless you let me keep an eye on you.”

After a moment of hesitation, you finally gave in. “Alright, fine. Just let me grab a few things and then we can go.”

That had been half a year ago.

Looking back, you wondered: just how many red flags had you ignored? You had always considered Keishin to be the perfect gentleman. He was so sweet, so considerate of your feelings, so protective. Overly protective, you now realized. Possessive, in fact.

You never would have expected that your best friend was actually obsessed with you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t ever thought about him in a romantic light. If he had simply asked you out for drinks sometime, perhaps you would have said yes.

Instead, you were locked in the suite he had built for you in his basement, completely dependent on him.

At first, you had fought against him. You would throw the plates of food that he brought for you, attack him whenever he tried to console you, and would scream until you lost your voice in the small hopes that someone might hear you and come to your rescue. Every time your captor would try to speak to you, you would spit venom-filled words, hurling every insult that you could think of at him.

Keishin didn’t like this. Each time you rebelled against him, his expression would turn to hurt. “I’m only trying to protect you,” he would say. “I love you so much, I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you. You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you. One day you’ll see that everything I did was for your happiness and safety.”

And then one day, he had stopped coming to visit you.

“I understand,” he had said during his last visit as he stared at you forlornly. “You’re scared and confused right now. If you don’t want to see me, then I’ll stay away. But when you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” He had reached out, trying to touch you. When you had shrank back, he sighed. “I love you,” he whispered, before backing away and exiting, the door locking behind him.

At first, you had been relieved. Now that you knew Keishin’s true colors, simply being near him terrified you. Although he may not have ever put a hand on you against your will, or even raised his voice at you, what he had done was enough for you to lose trust in him forever. He had manipulated you into a false sense of security that enabled him to lock you away from everything and everyone that you loved.

But humans are not solitary creatures. It began small: you would talk to yourself to fill the silence, stare at yourself in the shatterproof mirror in order to feel as if someone were looking back at you. It wasn’t enough, though. And slowly, ever so slowly, it felt as if you were beginning to lose your mind. You were spiralling, tumbling down a black hole from which you were beginning to fear that there was no return.

You had lost track of time at that point. One day bled into the next, hours upon hours of complete isolation. The loss of any human contact weighed heavily on you. You became desperate for someone - anyone - to talk to you, to touch you.

And finally, after what seemed like years but was really only a few weeks, Keishin had you right where he wanted you.

“Please, I’m sorry!” you were banging on the door, screaming. “Keishin, don’t leave me down here alone anymore! I can’t take it, please, I need you!”

I need you. Those three words were like music to your abductor’s ears. He made his way down the stairs, hesitating just outside so that he could hear more of your beautiful begging. Eventually he couldn’t hold back any longer, so he entered the room.

As soon as he saw the tears streaming down your face, he opened his arms to you. “Oh, baby, c'mere.”

You knew that it was wrong. You knew that you were sick to turn to the man who had locked you down here for comfort and affection. But at that moment you simply didn’t care.

A sob tore past your lips as you collapsed into his arms. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, clinging to him frantically while incoherently babbling. Pleas for him not to leave, to hold you and touch you and talk to you.

“Shh,” he shushed you gently. “I’m here, baby girl. I’ve got you.” One arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other cupped your cheek. “I need to know - do you want this? Do you want me?”

Immediately you begin to nod your head up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!” You used your hold on his shirt to pull his body flush against yours, burying your face in his chest. “Want you so bad, need you. ’s too lonely down here without you, please!”

“I wanna stay right here with you, love,” he coos. “But I can’t have you thinking that you can bat those gorgeous eyes at me and get whatever you want. You have to know that your actions have consequences. You really hurt me the last time we spoke.”

You’re shaking now, pawing at him as you try to increase the physical contact between the two of you. “I’ll be good,” you promise. Your fingers trail beneath his shirt and up his chest, whining at the feeling of his skin, warm beneath your touch. “You can punish me, do anything you want. Just don’t leave me down here alone again, please!”

His thumb strokes across your tear stained cheek. “Is that what you want? You want me to punish you so you can learn your lesson and be a good girl for me?”

No. That isn’t what you want at all, but neither is spending another second locked away from all human contact. Your loneliness has eaten away at your mind, leaving you susceptible to the suggestive glint in your formerly best friend’s eyes.

“Yes, punish me,” you echo your earlier request. Falling to your knees in front of him, you hug his leg. “Teach me a lesson. Make it so that I’ll never disobey you again.”

Keishin groans at the sight of you on your knees for him, completely submissive. The way that you look up at him through lashes sparkling with tears has the blood rushing straight to his cock. And with you clinging to him, he can barely hold himself back.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he smooths your hair with one hand. “I don’t want to punish you, pretty baby. But there are rules, and you have to learn to obey them.”

You’re disgusted by yourself as you nod up at him. A nagging thought in the back of your mind tells you that this is wrong. That you should be frightened of the man in front of you. Instead, you feel almost euphoric as you lean into his touch, nuzzling against the hand that he brings to your cheek to wipe your tears.

He helps you stand, guiding you over towards the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, he watches you expectantly. “Will you strip for me, sweetheart?”

You hate the way that he does that. Making it seem as if this whole thing is your idea, when you clearly don’t have any choice in the matter. And yet, his words and lustful voice have an effect on you that you know they shouldn’t, causing a needy ache between your legs.

Slowly, you begin to remove your clothing, piece by piece. Keishin watches, sucking in a deep breath as more of your skin is revealed to him. Once you are fully nude, he gestures for you to move closer to him. He parts his legs, allowing you to stand between them as he cups your face in his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long to see you like this, to touch you. I’ve loved you for so long.”

In your desperate haze, the words have you practically purring. You wrap your arms around his neck, and try to straddle him on the bed. But he stops you, holding onto both of your arms to keep you still.

“Ah, ah, ah, I still need to punish you, remember?” His hands guide you into position, bent over his lap with your ass on full display for him. “You’re going to get twenty spankings, okay? I expect you to count them for me, and I expect you to thank me after each one. Can you do that for me, princess?”

You nod, but that doesn’t satisfy him. He grabs your cheeks and squeezes them together, frowning at you. “Use your words, baby girl,” he commands.

“Y-yes daddy,” you stammer obediently.

Keishin’s eyes close for a moment, and he sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck, keep calling me that.” His hands massage the globes of your ass, touch deceptively gentle considering what is about to come.

The first smack comes unexpectedly, causing you to yelp and lurch in his lap. He holds you in place with an arm across your back. As the stinging pain begins to fade, you remember his earlier request, and croak out a quiet, “One, thank you.”

As you receive the rest of your punishment you can’t help but wonder if the man has ever done this before. He times each spanking sporadically so that you are caught by surprise each time, and makes sure that there is enough time between each one so that the pain is fresh every time his hand comes down against your skin. You have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

By the time he finishes, your ass is red and stinging from the impact. Tears gather in your lashes, shining like diamonds, while others soak your cheeks. You sob as you feel Keishin’s hands soothing the irritated flesh. He presses a kiss to your lower back before pulling you up and into a hug.

“You were so good for me love, took your punishment so well,” he praises. He peppers kisses along your shoulder as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I think you deserve a reward. What do you want, baby?”

Pulling away, you look at him with wet eyes. “Want you, daddy,” you say in a sweet tone. “Want your cock.” As if to prove your words, you begin grinding your bare pussy against his semi through his clothes.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me baby,” he groans. His hands come down to hold your waist, helping you move against him. “Did my princess enjoy her punishment a little too much? Now she needs daddy to take care of her?” One hand moves to your knee, making it’s way up your thigh before tracing over your sex. “Oh shit, you’re already so wet for me.”

“All for you,” you moan. “‘m all yours, daddy.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, you realize how true they are. It’s as if Keishin’s punishment has torn through the last of your resistance. He’s broken you, simply by isolating you and showing a single display of dominance.

His eyes have gone dark, a tiny ring of brown almost completely swallowed by his lust-blown pupils. He stands, lifting you with him before tossing you onto the bed. You sit up on your elbows to watch as he strips his own clothing off. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but this time the sight of his rippling muscles sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. And when he removed his sweatpants and briefs in one motion, you were practically drooling.

He was long, and thick. A few veins ran up his hardened length, and you wonder how delicious it will feel to have them rubbing all of those pleasurable spots inside of you. His pubic hair is dark and curly, slightly trimmed to give him a clean, groomed appearance.

When Keishin climbs onto the bed, you immediately reach for him. But he catches both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. “Be good for me, princess,” he says. “And daddy will make you feel real good, promise.”

You pout and squirm beneath his hold. But he’s far stronger than you, able to hold you down easily. “I wanna touch you,” you whimper.

“You will, baby,” he says. “But let me take care of you first, okay? I’ve been waiting years to show you how much I adore you. How much I want you. How absolutely irresistible you are to me.” Leaning down, he kisses your pout away. “So just lay back and let daddy do what he wants, okay?”

At his words, you finally stop struggling. Even when he releases his hold on your wrists, you keep them above your head where he had placed them. He smiles, leaning over you to press a kiss to each of them before crawling down your body to settle between your legs.

Using his thumbs to part your slick folds, Keishin groans at the sight. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he says. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.”

The first lap of his tongue has your eyes rolling back and a wanton moan falling from your lips. He teases you with languid strokes at first. His breath ghosts over your clit and you tense, but then he pulls back and begins pressing open-mouthed kisses to one thigh. He suckles marks into your skin, biting harshly at the flesh before soothing it with his tongue and more kisses.

As he moves to the other thigh to give it the same treatment, you begin to squirm. He holds your thighs down, looking up at you and growling a warning before going back to what he was doing. You want to grab his hair and pull his face to your aching cunt, but you manage to just barely hold yourself back, not wanting to anger him and earn another punishment.

Finally, his mouth moves back to the place where you need it most. His flattened tongue collects the juices that soak your folds. As the wet muscle begins circling your clit, two fingers slide inside of you, pumping slowly.

“Daddy, please!” you beg. “I need more.”

Keishin doesn’t answer. But his lips seal around your sensitive bundle of nerves as he suckles, causing you to squeal and buck your hips towards his face. The fingers inside of you curl up, finding the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. Eyes fixed on your face, he gives you a command: “Cum.”

Your orgasm hits you so suddenly and violently that your vision goes white and you scream. The man continues to finger you as you slowly come down from your high. His tongue flicks against your sensitive clit, and you whimper and try to escape as the pleasure is tinged with pain.

The man doesn’t relent until you’re crying from the overstimulation. He finally lifts his head, mouth and chin glistening with your release. “I’m sorry love,” he wipes your tears and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “You just taste so good. I wanna drown myself in your sweet pussy.” His lips fall on yours again, this time deepening the kiss and swiping his tongue against yours once your mouth opens to him.

He begins to grind down into you, his throbbing cock sliding easily against you due to the amount of slick gathered between your legs. Whenever the head catches on your clit, your body jerks slightly. You moan into the kiss, legs wrapping around his hips as your nails dig into his back to hold him in place against you.

“Want you so bad,” he groans against your lips. “Are you ready for me, princess? Ready to take daddy’s cock?”

Afraid that your voice will fail you, you simply nod and whine needily. That seems to be enough for him though, as the tip of his length prods at your fluttering hole. You keen when he finally begins to sink into your heat.

“Fuck,” Keishin draws out the word, eyes closed in rapture. “You feel even better than I ever could have imagined, baby. So hot and tight, so wet for me, shit.”

He fucks you with slow, deep thrusts. The force behind his movements is enough to have your body moving up on the bed. One hand settles on your hips, holding you in place as he begins to pick up the pace. The other grabs your leg and places it over his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper inside of you.

The new angle and depth has you unravelling beneath him. “Daddy please, s’too good, too much, please!” You’re babbling and drooling, nails clawing lines into his back. The coil in your stomach is tightening, and then it snaps.

“That’s right princess, cum all over my cock,” Keishin growls into your ear. “God fuck, you feel so good clampin’ down on me like that. Makes me wanna fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”

Even though you’ve just come down from your high, those words have the tension beginning to build up again. A tiny voice from somewhere deep inside your head tells you that this isn’t right, that you shouldn’t want this. But you push it far into the back of your mind, instead focusing on the pleasure that the man is bringing you.

“Breed me daddy!” you beg. “Wanna have your babies s’bad. Make me your little breeding bitch, I want it!”

His eyes roll back in his head. “Yes baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want. You’re gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful, belly swollen with my kid.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, nipping at your lower lip. “Gonna be my pretty little wife, having my babies. You won’t ever be able to leave me. You’re mine, mine forever.”

Bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles against your clit, he tries to bring you to the edge along with him. His thrusts are becoming uneven, and he manages to pump into you twice more before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his hot cum paired with this thumb on your sensitive bud causes the coil in your belly to snap. Waves of intense pleasure wash over you for the third time that night.

Slowly, Keishin pulls out of you. Your mixed releases begin to leak out of your abused hole, but he is quick to use two fingers to push it back inside of you. “Don’t want to waste a single drop,” he mutters. “Gotta keep it all inside, love.”

When he finally falls back onto the bed next to you, the man pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead. You snuggle into him, head resting on his shoulder. One of your hands traces across his stomach and then upwards, stroking through the soft hairs on his chest.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles tiredly. “Tell me you won’t ever leave me, please.”

Propping yourself up, you press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “I love you too,” you whisper. “And I’ll never leave. I promise.”

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mastermindenoshimaalicia · 2 years

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all yours

part three to unmade

an: yeah, I know yall been waiting for this plus this took so long (too long ngl) to put out so…enjoy 😏

warnings: smut, car sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys (rose bud vibrator, strapon), usage of good girl and baby among others, uhhhh….idk what else lemme know if I missed anything

taglist: @maydayaisha @happygoluckyalexis @simpingforwakasa04

"Gladly, darling. But I would like to try something new." She then got up off your lap. "If that's fine with you."

"Alright." You got up, handing her one of your dresses, black in color with a plunging v-neck and a revealing slit on both sides of the dress.

You never took your eyes off of her as you watched her slip into the dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure. Your mind was going feral at this point.

"Ready, lovely?" Her seductive voice pulled you back to reality as you nodded. Grabbing one of her shopping bags, you lead her out of your apartment, locking the door behind you, and downstairs to the parking lot.

"What about your phone? And your clothes?" You broke the silence after a while.

"I'll pick them up in the morning if you'll be up by then after tonight. That or after our little session." She walked over to her car, a red Mercedes Benz, unlocking the doors as she put all but one bag in the trunk before laying towels all over the front and back seats of the car in addition to the floor.

"Your car…it's so pretty. And so expensive." You got in, admiring the all-black interior as you shut your door.

"When you put in enough work, have patience, and trust the process, whatever you manifest will come in due time." She got in, locking the car. "Now then…what I wanted to try is to please you in as many ways as I can until you've had enough."

"…are you sure it's safe for us to be fucking in such a public place?" You looked over at her as if she was insane. "People will hear us!"

"My queen, why should you worry about that? Besides, the neighbors will know my name sooner or later." She planted a kiss on your neck, pushing and reclining your seat back.

"O-Oh my…" You stuttered, watching her climb on top of you. She then took off the dress, setting that in her seat.

"Do you grant me permission to bless you until we're both satisfied?" She gently caresses your face. "I'll issue a safe word should you feel like I'm going too far, ok?"

You nodded, holding her hands. "Ok."

"Good. The safe word is rose." She planted a kiss on your forehead. "Are you ready?"

"I am. I'm all yours."

She slowly kissed you, moving her hands down your body as she muttered praises about it. You felt her hands explore your lovely body, slipping her hands up your shirt and taking it off to reveal the black sports bra you were wearing before taking that off as well.

You felt a little bit of heat in your face as she took one of your nipples in her mouth and started toying with it. A low hum came from her as she pulled away and did the same to the other nipple.

"Are you alright, baby girl?" She asked, pulling away as she pulled off your sweatpants to reveal the lacey pink panties you wore.

You nodded and watched as she got on her knees, kissing your thighs and rubbing your legs to help you relax before slipping off your panties to admire your divine core.

"Your pussy is so beautiful like a flower blooming." She praised, lifting up your legs as she planted kisses all over it, muttering more praises.

Her hot breath on your cunt made goosebumps appear on your legs and arms, your hands relaxing at your sides. You then shivered, her tongue moving up and down your folds like a cat.

"Mmmm…ngh…" You whined, the heat rising in your body as she moved to toy with your clit. "F-Fuck…"

She set your legs on her shoulders. "You're doing amazing." She then pulled away from your clit, spreading open your folds and letting her tongue work her magic again, going a little bit faster.

You groaned, gently rubbing and scratching her hair, causing her to hum. You squirmed the more her devilish tongue was on your drenched sex, causing her to move and toy with your sensitive bud.

"F-Fuck…!" You cried out, wrapping your legs around her neck as you felt something in you tightening up. Her hands embraced yours, clutching them tightly as you arched your back. "Oh god…!" The knot inside of you snapped as you came hard for the very first time in your life.

She then hums, moving your legs from around her neck as she kisses your cunt, licking her lips. "Good job." She then moved back onto your lap, kissing you on the forehead.

You panted heavily, looking up at her with tears in your eyes. "I couldn't hold back…"

"Shh, shh, shh…" She rubs your hair, reassuring you. "You did so well." She wiped your tears, kissing your face all over.

You then watched her pull out a small item from one of her bags. "What's that?"

"A rosebud vibrator. I heard all the women at my job talk about it for days on end. The highest setting will blow your mind." She then cut it on the lowest setting, setting it on your clit.

"H-Hmph…" You quivered, her lips capturing yours as your tongues swirled around together. You whined as the intensity slowly increased, her tongue deepening the kiss that made your mind go blank.

All you could think about was her, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body. Kissing your neck, playing with your breasts - you felt more and more of a sinner than a saint.

She then pulled away from the kiss, looking down at you with lust-filled eyes. "Doing so good, baby." She whispered a string of praises in your ears, slid off her panties, and grabbed two more things out of her bag.

You panted and whined, looking at her put on a black six-inch strapon that had a curve in it and a bottle of cherry-scented lube to the side. "O-Oh my…" You quivered, sticking your tongue out as you felt another orgasm coming on, your legs trembling.

She cut the toy up one last time, your cries of pleasure being silenced with another kiss.

"I-I…I'm gonna…." You whined into the kiss, arching your back as yet another orgasm came on just as hard as the first one. "Fuck!"

She kisses up and down your body, rubbing your shaking thighs. "Darling, darling…" She cooed, letting you come down from your second high as she moved the toy away from your overstimulated clit. "How are you feeling?"

You looked at her, panting. "P-Please…" You begged. "F-Fuck…me…"

She then rubbed some lube on her strapon, slowly grinding it against your cunt as if to tease and send you over the edge again. She shifted back on her knees and slowly inserted one finger, pumping it in and out of your sopping pussy.

You felt like a bitch in heat at this point. You wanted her desperately to send you to cloud nine with the way she handled your body after three mind-blowing orgasms. Your eyes shut as she inserted another finger inside, scissoring and stretching your sex while her thumb rubbed your clit.

"A-Ah, p-please….please…" You gasped, now feeling three fingers hitting that special spot inside. "P-Please….!" You cried out for the fourth orgasm tonight, your body relishing in immense pleasure. She then removed her fingers and cleaned them off.

"Alright, baby girl." She hovered over you, lining up her strapon with your dripping sex before slowly making her way inside of you.

You gripped the seat, gasping at it splitting your walls in two. "Oh fuck…"

She looked down at you. "Shh, shh, shh…" She kisses you, rubbing your hair as she slowly pulls out.

"Mmmmph…." You whimpered as she thrusts back inside, keeping a slow pace. "Fuck…"

She groaned, holding the back of your head as she began to leave hickeys on your neck. "You're doing a good job, baby." She picks up the pace, kissing your neck.

You moaned, gripping her hair. "Harder!" You roughly pulled her into a kiss, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. She moaned when your nails dug into your back and you in kind when her nails dug into your plush sides.

You gasped as she put you into a mating press, lust consuming the both of you. You were letting out multiple curses, mind completely gone as she held your hands above her head.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum…" You babbled, feeling another orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna….!" You cried out one last time, your fifth orgasm coming over you as she slowed the pace down.

"Fuck, you did so well, baby…" She kisses you deeply, pulling her strapon out of you and taking it off. "How are you feeling?" She slides her dress back on, putting her stuff back in her bags as she cleaned you up with a towel. "Was I too rough with you? Did I go overboard?"

You looked at her, tiredly smiling. "No…I felt so good. Like I was on cloud nine…." You rubbed her hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief, hugging you tightly. "Good." She helped you get your clothes on, giving you another kiss before getting out of the car.

You then watched as she came around to your side, picked you up, and shut the door, locking her car as both of you went back upstairs to your apartment, locking the door behind you.

The two of you walked into your bedroom, her laying you down gently as she walked into the bathroom, running a hot shower.

"You don't mind if I bathe with you?" She asked. "Or would you like your privacy?"

You looked at her. "I don't mind." You took your time discarding all your clothes and hopping in the shower, the girlfriend following suit and giving you a hug.

"Any plans for tomorrow?" She scrubbed your back with some cocoa butter body wash as you cleaned yourself off.

"Mmm, not really. Other than baking, that is."

"I see, I see." She then turned around so you can scrub her back while she cleaned herself off.

"What do you do besides working in a clothing store?" You cut the shower off, got out, and grabbed a towel to dry off with. "I mean working there must be boring, right?"

"Not really. Let's just say that after-hours is where things really pick up." She winked, drying off as well.

You walked into the bedroom, sliding on a black t-shirt and lacy pink thong before getting on the bed. She picked out a grey t-shirt and a white thong before joining you in bed, holding you in her arms as you yawned.

"Good night, my love." She kisses your forehead. "Sweet dreams." She gently stroked your hair, holding your hands as you dozed off.

"I'll make sure no harm comes your way."

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