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I have a friend who is a cis male, and is very troubled about how being a sub and male, not only because of society standars, he says the kink community has double standars as well. He will not say it outloud but he pointed out that all women bodies are appreciated but if a man is hairy or fat gets dismissed as a weirdo... How can I re-assure him he's wrong? he keeps pointing how hot domme women are always escorts and not so hot domme women hook up with hot men.
i think what you mean is he thinks men subbing for women is weird (forgive me if i'm wrong English is not my first language) not all women bodies are appreciated neither are men bodies no matter what body type you are, you are still hated on. doming and subing is not just sex, sometimes the need to dom comes from childhood. dom women are just women who want to take care of someone or sometimes many people. sub men are just me who want to be taken care of by someone or sometimes many people both are perfectly okay and normal men and woman have their own problems, that does not mean we should put each other down that means we should accept each other. I hope this helped tell me how it goes with your friend 😊
A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD
Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.
WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.
SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.
CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.
WORD COUNT - 2.8k
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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)
The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.
Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return.
One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear.
As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project.
About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen.
After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it.
"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone.
"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it.
"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is.
You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success.
"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you.
Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option.
"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.
"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language.
Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside.
One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester.
As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life.
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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers.
"Y/N! Hey."
After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger.
"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.
"Tell me about it, how have you been?"
Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him.
Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter.
Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin.
"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward.
"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.
Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour.
"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after.
"No."
"Yes."
The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look.
"What can I get you guys?"
"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.
"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.
"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you.
"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu."
Dread punches you right in the fucking face.
Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.
"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.
Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming.
"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement.
"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm.
"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.
"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer.
"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?"
Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter.
"Sure."
"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers.
"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )
You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him.
"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?"
You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.
"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.
"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour.
With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's).
It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets.
"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity.
"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through.
Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation.
"Why is it so weird I know her?"
"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?
Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.
"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat.
"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless.
If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him.
You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last.
"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her.
"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual.
"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.
Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan.
Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups.
“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.
“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.
“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in.
Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there.
“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.
“I have class. The same class as you.”
“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.
“How about after that? Are you free?”
“I have work.”
“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face.
“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered.
“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.
Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.
“I guess you will.”
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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.
“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.
You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you.
Soon the professor walks into the room, his booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.
“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.
“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”
The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren.
“I will now assign the pairs.”
You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with.
“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”
You almost scream out of despair.
As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped.
“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you.
You stare unamused at Eren.
“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren.
“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.
“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk.
“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.”
You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door.
It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.
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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔
I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡
Partner strapping you to a milking machine, attached to your cock, constantly overstimulating and destroying your mind. All of your cum being collected in a little bottle for your partner, just because they LOVE the taste of you and need a constant supply, so you spend hours upon hours strapped in, just so they can get their fix.
They want you to appreciate your flavour as well, but they're far too greedy to share with you, so they limit themselves to forcefully making out with you each time they swallow a mouthful of your cum. The flavour of yourself spreading across your tongue as you end up a panting mess by the end of each kiss. One time, making the mistake of commenting on how bad it smells, practically begging for a punishment. So, they delivered.
Now everytime they swallow your cum, they pin you against the closest surface and gag your mouth with their hand, breathing directly into your face for almost an hour everytime. Forcing you constantly to take in the smell of your own cum, making your brain go numb just from the scent. "I'm gonna do this every single time until you learn just how amazing your cum truly is", they giggle, whispering into your ear after one such session.
If he’s not obsessed to the point where he jerks off to pictures of me and cums his load all over the screen like a debauched, pathetic creep, I don’t want him. <3
°•Bad Day•°
Word count: 1.4k
Content: Your boyfriend doesn't know how to talk about his kinks
Warnings: Cursing, Mommykink, hand/ blowjob, nipple play (over all just cute)
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1:08AM
You looked at the time as your phone kept ringing. Who in their right state of mind would call you at an ungodly hour like this?
You sighed looking at your phones display and to your surprise, it was him. Your boyfriend. "Why is he calling me?" You whispered to yourself sitting up and rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes.
"Would you pick up the phone already?" Your friend B groaned.
You apologised stepping out of your room before picking up the phone. "H/n?"
You could hear sniffing from the other side of the phone. "Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? Where are you?" You asked genieunely concerned.
"I'm in my d-dorm room I- can... can you please stay on the line? Can w-we pretend you're holding me right now?"
You took a deep breath. "Hang on there." You got back in, putting on your shoes and grabbing your jacket.
"Wh-Where are you going-" Before B could ask, you rushed out of the door.
"Now tell me what happened?" You asked rushing to his dorm.
"I-I had a b-bad day and dream... I'm sorry for waking you-"
"Hey, hey it's okay don't apologise baby." You said trying to calm him down.
"Someone is knocking at my door!" He said anxiously gripping the phone. I mean, it wasn't normal for someone to knock at this time of the day. Or better say night.
"It's me, calm down."
You hung up waiting for him to open the door. He opened the door immediately hugging you and nuzzling his tear stained face in the crook of your neck.
You hugged him back rubbing his back soothingly.
"Let's go inside." You demanded grabbing his hand. He nodded stepping aside for you to enter.
"Where's Felix?"
"Him, Nya and Min had a late night project and d-desided on just sleeping over."
You nodded texting B to tell her you were at H/n's.
He sat you on the bed crawling onto your lap. "Wanna talk about it?"
He shook his head in no and you nodded in understanding. "Just wanna cuddle and watch some TV maybe?" He nodded grabbing the remote control, shifting between your legs and resting his back against your chest, as he turned on the TV handing you the remote control. You scrolled through different channels while running your hands through his hair softly.
You finally found a channel as an add came up. It was about having 'weird' kinks and not knowing how to tell anyone. You laughed. "I don't think we need that."
You were about to change channels but he stopped your hand, eyes glued to the screen. "Baby, are you having problems telling me about how you feel? You know you can tell me anything. Is there something specific you want to try?"
He sat up turning around to face you. "I was on this website for-..."
"Pornography?"
"Y-Yes..." He took a deep breath glancing at his phone. "It's probably stupid-"
"It's not if it's bothering you. Is it on your phone? Can I see?" He nodded handing you his phone facing down in embarrassment.
You unlocked it and saw the video. The title was 'Mommy milks her baby boy' and it got right into it. The, what seemed to be the dom was pampering their cute boy with kisses and played with his nipples and spanked him a few times, edging him before milking him dry, all while showering him in praises.
You looked at him as he was still facing down in embarrassment while playing with his fingers. "I didn't know you were into this~" you said, the smirk evident in your voice.
"I'm sorry, let's just forget this ever-" You pulled him in by his chin, kissing him passionately. "Be a good boy and lay down for me, hm?"
"I- what?"
"You heard me the first time baby."
He laid down next to you and you hovered above him kissing his neck and sucking at his sweet spot making him gasp.
"Feels good?"
He nodded as you slowly wandered down to his now hardened nipples, sucking one and pinching the other softly as he let out a soft whimper. "Your nipples are so cute baby. And so sensitive~" You whispered detaching your lips from his nipple with a plopp, caressing his sides and kissing his chest down to his lower belly as he slowly spread his legs further, giving you more access.
You palmed his crotch softly making him flinch and gasp in surprise. "So hard for me already?"
He nodded letting out a breathy moan.
"Could you raise your ass up for me please?" He did as told and you pulled down his shorts revealing a surprise. "Panties? Wow..."
He hid his face behind the palms of his hands and you chuckled crawling back up to his face. "You're so adorable baby." You said removing one of his little hands, kissing it.
You got back down looking at him and he nodded in approval before you pulled them down kissing down his soft thighs. "Your thighs are so soft baby. So beautiful." You said sucking a hickey into his skin as he giggled.
"Th-That tickles!"
"My pretty boy." He whined at the nickname and as you grabbed his cock softly squeezing the base, he gasped in surprise. You blew against the tip of his cock making him shiver before taking the tip into your mouth sucking harshly, making him moan cutely. You gave the tip a few kitten locks before stroking it softly, striving the tip, spreading the precum across his cute cock. "Does it feel good?"
He nodded hastically. "Y-Yes mommy!" He moaned out and whined as he felt you taking him into your mouth fully bobbing your head at a steady pace.
"F-Fuck..." He whined slowly thrusting into your mouth. He gasped when you circled your tongue around his tip.
"Ah!-" He reached out his hand to you.
"H-Hand!" You looked up detaching your lips from his tip.
"You want me to hold your hand baby?"
He nodded squeezing his eyes together. "Mhm!"
You interwined your fingers going back down on him, as he whined squirming in sensitivity. "'M close!" You removed yourself from him stroking his cock at a fast motion.
"Already?" You asked teasingly and he nodded. You stroked his length, softly sliding over his slit as he thrusted up into your hand, tears rolling down his soft cheeks. "A-Ah!"
You steadied your pace looking at his swollen tip. "You've got such a pretty cock love." You said kissing the tip while looking up at him, making him flinch as you fastened your pace.
He let go of your hand now gripping the sheets beneath him as you stroked his cock with one hand and the other stroking his balls softly, pinching at the special spot that drove him crazy.
"Mommy- cumming!"
"Cum for me baby." You gave his tip a few kitten licks squeezing his balls softly as he let out a high pitched whine, seeing white, as he came on your face shaking as you rode him through the intense orgasm.
A few whimperes left his mouth as he tried catching his breath and regaining his composure. You got a tissue from his nightstand and cleaned your face as he let out soft sighs.
You got between his legs rubbing circles into his thighs while kissing his belly soothingly. You cleaned him up tugging him into soft clothes pulling him onto your chest, pressing soft kisses to his head while running your fingers through his hair softly. "Are you okay now?"
He nodded smiling contently. "Never felt better."
You nodded letting out a chuckle. "How was class today?"
"Our tests got graded and I had an E- in math." He pouted. "Who even invented math? I don't get why you need math if you have a calculator. All you need later is add and subtract. I hate math, it upsets me." He said angrily snuggling into your chest. "I don't want to talk about it now."
You laughed kissing his forehead. "Alright. Go to sleep now, it's late." You said pulling the cover over you two.
He yawned. "I don't need sleep..." He said his eyes fluttering shut. "Of course you don't. But I don't want you feeling miserable tomorrow."
"But I-I'm not tired..." He said, slowly drifting away in sleep.
You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Good night baby boy, sleep well."
A/n: I'm actually proud of this one lmao
Wattpad: mirkosbabycarrot
Nah cause I don't get why people shame boys for cumming fast? Just make them cum again??
i actually like when boys come fast. it’s the cutest thing and not shameful at all. like i will just make you come again. don’t hold back on me. we can do it again; and again and again and again, until you can’t remember what day of the week it is and don’t know whether you want me to stop or keep going