#2024 tingles my butt

[power-handmaiden]

Day 64: Pounded In The Butt By My Irrational Bigoted Fear Of Humans Who Were Born As Unicorns Using A Human Restroom

While I had conflicting feelings on "Angry Man Pounded By The Fear Of His Latent Gayness Over A Dinosaur Transitioning Into A Unicorn" in light of how the conversation on trans rights and visibility has evolved, I feel like this tingler, published only 11 months later, holds up incredibly well. It tackles gender in a similar way to robot fiction, in the way that the protagonist feels insecurity over his humanity when someone he would not traditionally recognize as a human is able to inhabit human spaces.

One aspect that I appreciate a lot is that the story makes it very clear that the character that the protagonist initially directs his species transphobia towards does not pass as a human at all; the bigoted protagonist and the waitress who is dismissive of his bigotry both refer to the character as a unicorn based on appearance. A major point in this tingler is that the man deserves dignity whether or not he "looks" like he should be in a human space. A lot of transphobes love to make arguments that operate in this heightened reality. It's not hard to imagine one saying, "what, should we accept it if someone identifies as a unicorn?" I mean, the furry panic is basically that, using some on-its-face absurd otherkin caricature as a proxy for trans people. This tingler meets them in their invented space where they think their argument is the most ironclad and says, yes, that would be fine actually, even if we did all live in your thought experiment and even took it a step further by introducing other sapient species with clear physical differences. People of different species peeing in the same room is not going to break the fabric of society.

(Side note not entirely related, people who care about such things are also just.... really bad at telling who "belongs", which is addressed in the story somewhat but I just like to mention whenever I have the chance that it includes false positives on their Wrong Sex Detector too. I use the bathroom that corresponds to my birth certificate and I've been stared at, yelled at, one time someone just watched me piss?? So much for bathrooms being a harrassment free space.)

I also love that nothing sexual takes place in the bathroom. The protagonist recovering from his bigotry fucks a sentient restroom sign right in the middle of the diner. Absolute madman, I can't help but respect it.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle #If I wrote a tingler style story my nonbinary self insert protagonist would fuck a hot ladybuck attack helicopter #After bonding over being two sides of an unfunny meme

[jilixthinker]

devoted to you

=͟͟͞♡ bang chan × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ pussy slapping sub

word count: 650 words

content warning: smut, explicit sexual content, established relationship, sub!chan, pussy slapping, chan is actually a softie

a/c: this is an inside joke between me and my lovely @straykeedz. Iseul would love this ♡

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"Wanna be good for me, Channie?"

Chan is staring at you. Fondly, as usual. His eyes are a little watery, his gaze unsteady, fighting against the urge to look at your face and his need to please you. But it's hard, it's so hard, and he is fidgeting.

"Uh... I do, I- God, yes, I want to, but..."

"But what? Afraid to hurt me?"

You keep your eyes locked to his lips, chopped and trembling above you. You are naked in your bed. Your legs are parted and your lower half is lifted up by a pillow placed under your butt.

Chan gulps, his Adam's apple bobs, and you smile.

"I've never done this." he mutters, his voice does nothing to hide his nervousness.

He takes a look at your pussy, spread open for him by your own fingers, clit glistening with slick and puffy folds looking swollen and stretched even if he didn't do anything yet. The thought of him obeying to your order is enough.

"But I asked you to, didn't I. You would never disappoint me, right? You would never, because you are a good boy."

Chan gulps again. You raise your head to face him and to circle his neck with your hand, squeezing a little and bringing your lips to his ear. You suck his lobe into your mouth and he lets out a sweet moan.

"I am a good boy." He whispers, lowering his hand to your core with uncertainty. He cups your cunt with his callous palm and his warmth makes you dizzy with arousal.

"And what did I ask?" you puff on his neck, licking a fat portion of his skin and nibbling at it. He tastes salty and woody, and you start to get restless under him.

"To... slap you."

"To slap me where, Channie?".

His hand slides lightly on you, and his wrist brushes against your clit. You can hear the slick sound of his fingers getting soaked with your liquids, and his metal bracelets tingling above your mound.

"To slap your, uhm... to slap your pussy."

You clench around nothing at his words because God, he is so sweet, so innocent, so good for you. He did nothing in his life to remotely hurt you. And that's why you asked him, you want to know the extent of his devotion to you.

But you already know he would anything to you, to please you. He is yours, yours only.

"Slap it then, baby."

Chan sighs and he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, breathing sweetly on you while you feel the pressure of his hand leaving your pussy for a second. A thin string of slick is still connecting his fingers to your folds and your clit throbs in anticipation.

"I l-... I love you." he murmurs, kissing your shoulder, and he brings his hand down.

The slap is not hard, at all. The sound reverberates in the room because of how wet you are. The smack is humid and hot and, as his palm hits you, the tip of his index slightly penetrates your hole. You keen.

"Did I hurt-"

"Again."

The second one is harder, filthier, wetter. A gush of slick slips out of you and it makes his hand slide. You hiccup when the palm presses deliciously on your clit, and you just know that you can cum just from the sound of his fingers slapping your sopping cunt.

"Baby... love, is this okay?". Chan leaves a soft kiss on your cheek, and the contrast of what he is saying and what he is doing brings you almost to the edge.

"Harder." You order. His hand is now caressing your lips, spreading the insane amount of arousal down to your thighs.

"Are you sure?"

"Slap me till I cum. Good boy."

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

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[morallyinept]

Pop Goes The Javi - A Javier Peña One Shot for PMAMC 2024

Written for @wannab-urs Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - proud to be part of this collection of amazing writers. Check them out for all the Pedro Boys being pegged! 🍑 Also, check out last year's PMAMC 2023 too!

Summary: It’s Javi's birthday and you have the perfect gift for him.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Reader speaks and understands Spanish.)

Word Count: 4.5k-ish

Scoville Smut Rating:🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You tell me I’m doing well, and then, you try to kill me.”

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Explicit - Pegging/rimming/anal fingering/anal penetration, M receiving/fingering F receiving/all the glorious butt stuff with Javi's pert lil' butt 🍑 Javi being a drooling mess.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ.☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

I write for me and I share with you. If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: There's a fair amount of Javi Spanish in this, so I've provided translations at the end of the story. Special thanks to my sweet hermosa @rhoorl for helping me out with this. 🖤

Thanks again for letting me be apart of this @wannab-urs 🥰 Please be sure to check out, and re-blog, all the other amazing stories by the other fantastic writers who have also taken part this year! 🍑

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Enjoy! 🖤

As the sun dips below the Bogotá skyline, casting a warm, orange glow across the city, the heat coats your skin like a greased balm. 

You find yourself nestled into a cosy booth with Javi in a restaurant; the taste of sweet agave and ash lingers on his lips, and his nimble, thick fingers cause a mutiny of tingles to travel across your epidermis as he brushes the tips of them over your thigh. 

The flap of his open collar, under his worn in leather jacket, reveals golden bone protrusions that you long to taste again, and it takes you a few moments to realise that you haven't heard a single word he’s said most of the evening as you’ve been fixated on it, until his fingers sweep up to your inner thigh under the table.  

“This fucking dress leaves little to the imagination.” He murmurs, planting a kiss on your temple.

“And I assume yours is running amok right now?” You say, leaning further into him.

“Si, cariño.”

“Good. Mission accomplished.” You smile into his mouth. 

He licks his tongue into yours as you tug at the soft, creaky lapel on his jacket. 

“I think we should go, vamos a casa,” Javi husks into your face with a prudent smirk; a plush bottom lip pouting suggestively under that moustache. 

“No, you’ve not had any dessert yet,” you smile, stopping his hand from going any further.

“I plan on having it back at yours,” he says, eyes dropping to your cleavage and then back up to your face. 

“I think you’ll like this one better,” you grin as a dessert with a single candle arrives at your table.

The restaurant staff, having been forewarned it’s Javi's birthday, join in singing a lively rendition of Feliz Cumpleaños, much to his chagrin.

You can’t help but giggle at his discomfort, eyeing you with a puckered frown and pink pout, but equally trying not to laugh at your audacity when you clap and sing along enthusiastically with them. 

“For the record, I hate birthdays.” Javi mutters, as you pick up the spoon and feed the dulce de leche flan to him. His teeth clash against the metal as he eats it begrudgingly whilst you grin and sparkle at him. 

“I think you’ll enjoy this one. You won’t forget it in a hurry.” You muse. 

“Mhm.” He retorts with knitted eyebrows. 

“I still haven’t given you your present yet.” 

“You got me a present? ¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” Javi murmurs under his breath. Then he softens. “If it’s not you in my lap in this dress, then I don’t want it.” 

You lean forward, fingers raking through the sweaty curled hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I’m not wearing any underwear…” You tease.

The growl that escapes his lips is heard by the table opposite as they turn quizzically as he feigns clearing his throat.

“We’re going. Right fucking now.” He says, standing. Your eyes are drawn to the obvious bulge straining in his tight jeans at eye level.

A short cab ride to your apartment is spent glued to his lips as your curl yourself around him as close as you physically can. His hand rests dangerously close to the centre of your thighs; the slip of liquid silk from your dress riding up further as his fingers edge closer to the wet heat there. 

You soon feel his wandering digits probing brazenly at your slit, sliding the length of them up and down through your drenched lips, making you moan into his hungry mouth on the backseat.

The backs of your thighs stick to the leather as Javi collects the slick pooling at your hole and rubs it onto your clit where he circles languidly with a delicious pressure that makes your skin tighten and crack. 

He works two fingers in with slow, intense strokes as he clutches you close to him with his other arm around you, lips buried in the skin at your throat as he sucks it gently into his mouth.

Small, little whines escape you as he builds you up, and it’s not long before you glance at the driver peering at you both through the mirror surreptitiously.

“Ojos en el camino, señor.” Javi instructs with a grizzled bite to his tone as the driver looks away. 

He withdraws his fingers smirking as you giggle. He generously tips the driver outside your apartment before pulling you in through the door, latched onto fuzzy lips that want to devour you whole. 

He has you pinned up against the door with his hand swimming back under your dress, but you clamp down on his wrist stopping him. 

“No. It’s your birthday and I have something I want to give you.” You whisper, stamping a sizzling kiss on his cheek.

“I don’t need anything, but this…” Javi says, stroking lightly against your pussy lips again.

“Please. Just indulge me. No te arrepentirás lo prometo.” You groan, pushing his hand away.  

Sighing into your shoulder, Javi allows you to lead him to the bedroom. Kissing feverishly, you unbuckle his jeans; those tight, dark jeans that keep him all snug and shapely as you work your hands over that tight, little ass of his. 

You pull away from the kiss, admiring your hands squeezing and lavishing his cheeks slipped down in the back of his jeans. You groan as you knead and squeeze the pliant, bouncy meat of it. 

“Is this what you want to do? Feel up my ass?" Javi smirks, the left side of his lip crooking up first. 

You shake your head, grinning at him. “No. I want to fuck it.”

Javi baulks. “What?”

"You heard me." You flutter.

He sinks onto the end of the bed, watching as you scurry over to the closet. 

“I got you this.” You pull a box out and place it on his lap. 

“What is it?” He asks, regarding it as though a bomb might go off in his face at any second.

“It’s your birthday present. Open it.” You say, watching carefully.

He opens it, pulling at the wrapping paper curiously and then sighs when it’s revealed to him.

“Jesus.” He hides the panic in his voice extremely well, but you can see it spreading all over his face.

“Javi, don’t be upset.” You say tentatively.

“I’m not upset, I just…” He looks up at you with those big browns, deep and entrancing, and full of something else; something you’ve never seen before as it picks at you. You worry you've made a mistake.

“We've talked about it. You said you wanted to try it one day."

"I did." He admits in a low tone.

"Do you want to try it tonight?” You probe gently.

“Querida.”

“You know you want to...” You smile enticingly at him.

He glances at you again, that same look and you realise what it is - vulnerability. 

“Javi, do you trust me?”

He frowns instantly. “Of course I do, sabes que lo hago.”

“Good. We’ll go as slow as you want.” You confirm, nodding gently. 

He stares into the box for a few moments and you can see him gulp. He puts the box on the bed, lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag. 

“Don’t I have to prepare, or something?” Javi asks, his shoulders hunching up through the plume of smoke. “I sound like a fucking idiot. Jesus.”

“I've got lube.” You say, nodding to the box. 

He peers in. “Mierda.”

You come and sit beside him as he blows the smoke out away from your face. He slings his arm over your shoulder and you kiss his hand as your fingers entwine.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, Javi. But I think you want to...” You sway. "I'd really like to fuck you on your birthday," you add, whispering.

Javi regards you carefully, those inquisitive eyes latching onto yours and you can see him mulling it over.

He takes another drag on the cigarette, the end burning a bright red in the darkening room.

"You want to fuck me, cariño, hmm?" He says and you can see that lip crooking up again.

"Mmhm." You nod, smirking.

He blows out more smoke. “Alright. Let me shower first, okay? I fucking stink.”

You smile and nod. “Okay.”

When he comes out, a little while later, the room is cast in a soft light from the bedside lamp.

You have the dildo, lube and strap laid out on the bed. You’re sitting there waiting for him, trying not to imagine him derailing this by his own insecurities, when he emerges with a towel loosely wrapped around his svelte waist and dark hair a damp mess.

He’s never looked so fucking good, golden skin shiny with water droplets that sparkle in the light. You can't help but stare and lick your lips.

“Ven aquí,” you hold out your hand and pull him towards you with an entrancing smile. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me to st-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Javi growls as he takes your face in his big hands and plants his lips on yours.

He nips on your bottom lip as his hand slides up under your dress to find you soaking for him again. A few brushes against your clit has your thighs spasming, but again you stop him, stepping back and lifting the dress over your head. 

You pull the faded towel off of him and turn him so he’s sitting on the bed.

"How do you want me?" Javi asks.

"Just like this," you say.

You kiss all over his tan skin, down his chest and towards the prominent swell of his cock resting against his belly; a small thicket of dark, curled hairs rests at the base, damp from the shower. 

He’s already leaking glossy pearls in anticipation as they string onto his skin. You kiss all around his groin, deliberately avoiding his cock as you lay him back.

Parting him by the knees, you smile and stroke the insides of his thighs.

"I want to kiss you."

He nods, pupils already blown and lips parted as he anticipates your every move.

Balls swollen like ripe plums hang heavy over the untouched skin of his taint where you run your tongue first. 

The soft snuffles from his nose indicate that he likes it, and you lick under his sack, sucking one of them into your mouth gently as he hisses in response. 

Trailing your mouth and planting kisses, you push his legs wider and he moans out as you find his dark, little hole and begin to wiggle the tip of your tongue over it.

Catching him by surprise, apparent from the shock in his voice, Javi's tone shifts to a higher pitch as you lick around the pink pucker of his ass.

“Fuck,” is all he can but utter on a choked whisper as you tongue him there. 

Teasing, licking and smooching around the most intimate part of him, a part that he’s never revealed so brazenly to anyone else before; you can tell by the way he’s all coiled up, fists clenched and back taut and rigid. Trying to relax into it, but feeling out of sorts at the same time as these new sensations flood over him.

He'd said he'd wanted to try it, was curious about the appeal, when you'd both opened up to each other about your fantasies.

You'd asked if he would try with you and he'd said yes, as he kissed you moaning into your mouth, and harder than he'd ever been at the idea.

Equally, you'd thought about nothing else since, planning on making it perfect for him.

Well, there was no perfect time than his birthday and it solved the conundrum of what to get him as a gift.

You flick your tongue over his hole, back and forth, back and forth, as he shudders. You can feel a little contraction as you push in the tip, a slight hesitation, as he grunts out. 

But Javi grabs his cock and begins stroking it while gritting his teeth. His breathy groans turn into heated growls as you continue to lick and explore his ass with your tongue, readying him up for what’s to come. 

You glance up at him, head craned back in the pillow and slack mouth open, and you know you won’t get that image out of your head for a while; it’s burned into it like a firebrand on raw cattle hide.

He looks fucking exquisite, paused in his own pleasure. His eyes catch yours when you stop, taking this moment to indulge.

“You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?” He questions looking down at you looking at him, as you kiss around his little, pink rim again.  

“Maybe.” You smirk. “But you are too, admit it. You like it.” 

"I do." He nods with a content snuffle.

You reach for the lube, squeezing a little out and running the smooth silk of it over his hole. He hisses, lips curling back over his teeth, with the coolness of it and you rub your finger over his hole; around in teasing, slow circles, gently increasing the pressing until the tip of your finger slips in. 

“Mmm,” he grunts. But you can feel him resisting as it pops out again. 

“Relax for me, Javi.” You pat his stomach reassuringly.  

You push again when he breathes out and your finger slips in, past the tip and proximal phalanx. You pull back and watch his face; eyes still closed and biting down on his full bottom lip.

His large hands twist at the sheets, gripping so tight they could tear. You pump gently, pushing further in each time and plant kisses on his thigh that twitches. 

“You’re doing so good,” you encourage, your mouth running up his thigh as you push your finger deeper with each pump, twisting and curling it until his whines become a strained gasp when you find that delicious, untouched spot. 

“Fuh…” Javi husks in a strangled moan.

“That’s the spot huh?” You smile. 

“Oh, fuck yes.” He pants as you stroke against it with a little more pressure. "Shit, that's..." He trails off, distracted by how damn good it feels.

His legs jerk as you rub against his spot and his cock literally pulses in response.

"Do that again."

"Are you begging me for more already, Agent Peña?" You grin as you stroke against him some more.

He looks drunk, eyes glazed over as he nods lazily, trying not to grin himself.

“Shall we try the strap?” You entice gently pulling your finger out.

He sits up on his elbows. “If we’re doing this… I-” The look on his face is a mixture of hesitation and fear despite the wild dilating of his eyes turning them into tar pools. 

“Why don't you ride me?” You encourage with a nod. “You can control the depth.”

“Jesus Christ…” Javi blushes almost immediately, a heated flush creeping to the tips of his ears. 

“If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” You confirm, reaching for the dildo and strap. “But I think you’re really going to like it,” you smile. 

“It’s small.” Javi says, sitting up fully as you belt it on, and you're not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 

“Well, your ass is small.” You confirm taking a handful of his pert, little butt. “If you like it we can work up to a bigger one.” 

You squeeze lube all over the dildo and look up at him as you lay back on the bed, head propped up on the pillows. 

"Come here and kiss me, Javi."

He straddles you, leaning down to plant his lips on yours, and you can tell he’s nervous. You angle the silicone cock between you, as it brushes against the crack of his ass.

The veins in his neck swell, his teeth grinding as he feels it nestle between his cheeks, sticky and wet against his hole. 

You hold onto his hips, stroking over the creases in his inner thighs. He looks down at you, eyes deep and trusting, lips red and swollen like the end of his dick.

Big browns melting into you like chocolate. 

“Estas listo?” You ask.

“No,” he sighs with a slight crook of his lip and then chuckles. 

"Go slowly," you say.

He rocks back and forth gently, your hand clasps softly around his stiff cock, stroking as it glides in and out of your hand effortlessly with the remaining lube around your fingers.

You can feel him tentatively getting comfortable, the head of the dildo rubbing at his wet hole as he braves himself each time to push back that bit further onto it. 

He breathes out, relaxing, or trying to relax as best as he can. 

Javi stops, freezing, just as it pushes through the rim and gasps. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Slowly,” you ease again, your hand squeezing his thigh, rubbing gently. 

You’re tempted to buck up a little, help him through the initial pinching through the sphincters - you know he’ll be clenching.

But you also know he needs the control right now. He needs you to let him do it himself.

“I promise it’ll feel so good,” you say, jerking his cock a little harder. “Just relax.”

“I can’t relax when you’re doing that to my cock, fuck…” Javi groans. 

“I can stop-"

“No, no pares… feels so good.”

His fists press into the pillow either side of your head as he leans forward to drape kisses on your mouth and pelts your eyelashes with hot, tempered breaths. "You're fucking killing me, baby." He whispers.

"That's it, let it in. Fuck my cock, Javi. Just like that."

“Mm, shit…” he gasps as he lets his hips sink. “Bésame,” he says, pushing his lips against yours again.

You slip your tongue in his mouth as he whines, gasping as he breaks through. 

He slowly builds a momentum, one that steals his words and breath entirely as his grazed chin runs against your jaw. His cock slides into your palm further as he winds his hips. 

“Sit back, Javi. Let it fill you up.”

You put your hands on his thighs and push him backwards gently as he steadies himself upright. 

You raise both your knees up and it pushes the dildo further into his ass. 

“Fuck… Querida!” He pants, forehead and clavicle shiny with that sheen of sweat already as the room is engulfed with heat. 

“That feel good?” You ask, smiling at him.

God, he looks so fucking gorgeous on top of you right now. Face and chest flushed pink and glowing in the light. 

“Si, así, que bien se siente… Fuck!” 

“A little shift in position got you all fucked up, hmm?” You grin. 

“Fuck…” It’s all he can say as he works. 

You grip round his slippery, fat cock tighter, feeling it pulse against your palm like it has a spine of its own. 

“You’re cute when you ride me.”

“Shut up.” He grunts, blushing harder. 

“I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what?” He gasps. 

“Shy.”

“Shut up.” He tries not to smirk under his moustache, but it’s fruitless. It pours out of his mouth like liquid gold dripping onto your tits. 

“You look so good, Javi. So fucking gorgeous.” He always does when he's on top giving it to you, but now you're giving it to him, and it's exquisite to watch him him take it all.

He leans forward again, kissing over your nose, making you smile as he works his hips a little faster on the end of your cock. “Querida, it feels-”

“Tell me.”

“It feels really good.” He grunts. “No puedo creer lo bien que se siente…”

“Told you you’d like it.” You giggle. You raise your hips again and he shudders. 

“Ah, fuck.”

“Your cock is so hard, Javi.” You say feeling it throb more in your fist. “You really like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your tight little ass, hmm?”

He doesn’t answer, but the look he gives you confirms it. He’s utterly beside it all, cracked open and split in half; a vacant, glassy look in his eyes. Drunk on silicone cock and drooling for more.

"Such a cock slut, aren't you?" 

"Hey!" He growls and you giggle again as he pants and whines.

He doesn't know what to do with himself, his large hands keep coming to your face and then to his hips, and back to your face again as he works and grinds. You’ve got him spun, in a tizz.

Javier Peña is a quivering wreck in front of you, on top of you, riding you.

It’s feels so fucking good he can’t think straight. 

You can only imagine what he’ll be like when you eventually get him face down into the mattress and fuck the shit out of his cute little ass.

The thought makes that hot spark flash down your spine and fizz on the end of your clit. You clench around nothing as you fuck up into him some more.

He’s shaking, you can hear it in his voice, those shudders rolling waves on his smoky breath that dislodge from the back cavity of his throat and tumble into your face, all warm and exposed as they peel open. 

“Mmm… mmm.” They flow out of his mouth as jumbled whimpers; little rattled grazes of pleasure between gritted teeth that plead for more and cower in the corner behind terrified eye sockets.

You lean up planting kisses over the smooth crest of his sternum, tasting the salt brine that slicks across it mixing with sweet remnants of your own mango shower gel.

You feel one of his hands supporting the back of your head, combing through your hair as you suck his feverish skin into your mouth. 

“Still feel good?” You query, looking up at him. 

Javi nods, unable to speak and you decide to thrust up into him that bit deeper. 

“Fuck!” He whines loudly, his head snapping back.

You stroke his cock harder, wet and rock solid in your hand as you pump. His whole body shakes now, moving in tandem with you.

“Are you gonna come soon, Javi?”

“Fuck… yeah…” he whispers raggedly. "Si, si..."

He pulls you up a little closer to him. Just his hips move, his cock crushed between the two of you now as he cradles you close, slicking between your stomachs as he grinds his ass deep on the dildo. 

“Oh fuck!” He growls louder, more unrestrained. 

“Yeah. That’s it.” You enthuse. 

He takes his cock, jerking it hard; sitting fully upright as his hips swivel around on the dildo stuffed tight in his ass. 

“Come for me, Javi.” You urge him, reaching up to stroke his chest. "Come all over me."

You buck up into him again, holding onto his shoulders, weighing him down on the dildo, noticing he’s stopped moving, and then he utterly loses it. 

The tip of his cock pulses and squirts thick, pearly ribbons of come from it, splashing over your breasts. 

He grunts with the strain, the pleasure coursing through his body at breakneck speed, flooding him. It feels like electricity in his bones, water filling in his lungs. 

“Fuck, fuck… fuck!” He pants. A small, breathy chuckle escapes him as he ejaculates; his cock continuing to leak all over his hand and you keep going, pushing up into him as he explodes. 

You kiss him delicately, pecking and licking at his lips.

“Mmm shit,” he murmurs against you. 

You buck up again, fucking him that little bit harder as he keeps fucking his fist.

“You’re not done yet, Javi.”

There’s so much of it spilling out of him onto your chest as the dildo rubs against the place deep inside of him that makes him boneless putty in your arms. 

“Q-querida.” He stammers out.

“Mmhmm?” 

“Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah!” He puffs. 

“You coming again?”

“I don't think I've stopped... Jesus fucking Christ!”

"You feel so good, Javi." You praise as he whines and whimpers endlessly.

He flops forward, his body trembling.

“Do you think you can take it a little bigger next time?”

“Mmm, fuck… next time? I… shit.” He can’t even think about next time, he’s still reeling from this time. 

“You don’t want to?”

“No I do… no te detengas… I really fucking do.” He’s gasping now, babbling almost in a mix of clumsy Spanish and English as he tries to get his thoughts straight.

He doesn’t want it to end. His hand is a sticky mess, warm and full of his spend that keeps leaking from him. 

You giggle as he pushes his forehead against yours, the sweat slipping across it as he breathes out. He can barely keep himself upright. 

“Can I fuck you a bit harder?” You ask. 

“Que?”

"I wanna fuck you. From behind."

"Si..."

“On your hands and knees, baby.” You smirk at him as you kneel up between his legs as he gets into position.

You squirt some more lube over the dildo and push it gently against his stretched little hole. It squelches as you slide in easily and he hums out in keen want. 

You hold onto his cheeks, squeezing as you thrust your hips forward gently, sliding the dildo in with ease as he’s open and relaxed; nice and deep, and his groans shake the walls. 

His hand comes over his mouth as though he’s in shock at the noises he just made. 

“Let it out, baby.” You say. “I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Javi.”

“Mmm-mmm-mmm-fuck-fuck!” He faceplants into the pillow, back arching in a way you’ve never seen him flex before.

You see him push back, chasing your cock as you withdraw and plunge in. 

“You can’t get enough, can you?” You snicker.

He doesn’t answer, but you know that he wants more; know that he’s close to breaking point again as you fuck him harder. The slick pops of the dildo in and out of his ass fill your ears alongside his moans and growls.

He takes you well, takes you that bit harder as you fuck with determined resilience, your hips snapping into him now.

You’ll know he’ll stop you if it’s too much, you remind him to, but the way he’s growling and panting tells you he never wants you to stop.

“Querida, don’t… I… shit. Fuck!” He pants. “I can’t believe you’re fucking inside me, no puedo creerlo.”

Javi whines, long and low as you grind a little more frantically now, fuck him deeper as he twists at the sheets, grinds on his teeth until they’re worn down to flat stumps in his gums. 

“Come for me, Javier.” You press.

His cock still hasn’t fully recovered yet, still half hard, but it doesn’t matter, another creamy load starts to leak from it as you grind up agaisnt that sweet spot inside him, spurting thick globs across the sheets below him.

And he can’t quite believe it. 

“There we go.” You praise as you watch Javi shatter into pieces for the second time. 

You lean over him, kissing his clammy back gently. "You okay?" You whisper in his ear.

He nods, turning to catch your lips on his his. You pull out of him slowly and gently, discarding the strap-on across the messed up bed and nuzzle into him as he collapses on his back. 

He welcomes you in with open, trembling arms, sticky with sweat and come. You feel it smear across your stomach as you get comfy, gluing yourself to him. 

“Fuck,” Javi whimpers into your hairline, a shaky kiss pasted there. 

“How do you feel?” You ask, fingers stroking over his cut jaw. 

He sighs out. “Like... I need about fifty cigarettes.” Javi chuckles, his chest rumbling under you. "Shit."

"You liked it?"

"Si, very much so." He squeezes you in his arms.

“So, do you still hate birthdays?” You query with a smirk after a few minutes of listening to his heartbeat regain its regular pace. 

The heat in the room is still stifling and you stick further to him.

Javi chuckles, shaking his head with some slack wonderment. “Sin comentarios.” 

“I’ll take that as a no,” you confirm with a grin, nuzzling into him. “Feliz cumpleaños, Javi.”

"Gracias, querida."

JAVI SPANISH:

Si, cariño - Yes, baby/darling

Vamos a casa - Let's go home

Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Birthday

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am I going to do with you?

Ojos en el camino, señor - Keep your eyes on the road, sir

No te arrepentirás lo prometo - You won't regret it, I promise

Querida - Dear/baby/darling

Sabes que lo hago - You know I do

Mierda - Shit

Ven aquí - Come here

Estas listo? - Are you ready?

No, no pares - No, don't stop

Bésame - Kiss me

Si, así, que bien se siente - Yes, it feels so good

No puedo creer lo bien que se siente - I can't believe how good it feels

No te detengas - Don't stop

Que? - What?

No puedo creerlo - I can't believe it

Sin comentarios - No comment

Gracias, querida - Thank you, darling

Thanks so much for reading! Please consider re-blogging if you enjoyed this story. I'd love to know your thoughts on pegging Javi! Thank you, lovelies! 🖤

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[twntyfiveotwo]

everyone told me it was just a phase when i told them i missed you

but it's been a year. it's been a whole fking year. i tried so hard to persuade myself that it was only a process of grief - granted, because i know i can't keep you around as a friend when my feelings to you are more than friends. is it really? do grief processes take so long to get over? cause im tired. im tired of missing you, im tired of wanting you back, im tired of wanting to be her. heck, tbh i dont even want to be her lmao. if it wasnt for the fact that she's the one by your side, she's not one of those girls i inspire to be like. honestly, this is not coming from a place of hate because i find her really gorgeous physically, and i am sure she is happy/proud of the person she is. we're just different, and we have different tastes in the things we enjoy or like. that's it. at this point i dont even relate to the song "heather" anymore. i dont want to be fking heather. all i want is to be loved by you. but that is just a want, and santa claus dont exist in real life, am i right.

it's going to be 2024 in a few days. and im done. i dont wanna miss you anymore. im going to push myself into acceptance that this friendship is over whether either of us wants it or not. "i wish nothing changes between us". ha, how selfish of you to ask that from me knowing FULL WELL i've always loved you. or maybe you didnt know because i was jumping in and out of relationships non stop. trying to fill a void inside. but you knew at one point that i did love you, and maybe you didn't love me. or maybe you did but you never had the courage back then. but does the truth matter? no. because whatever the truth was back then, that truth stays there. and the present truth is that we are both in our own long term relationships, we have found our own persons. i wont even doubt, i really think she deserves you much more than me. pft, i dont mean it in the altruistic way because i'm no longer the same person as i was in the past who is always trying to be morally "right". idw to pretend and shower her w praises because i've finally learnt to be honest w myself. i dont give no fks about her. no disrespect but idk her. all i care about is you. and the only reason why i no longer talk to you is because i respect YOUR rs, and i dont want to cause you unnecessary stress.

at the same time, it also took me years to realise i've always loved you. i constantly tried to ignore the tingling feeling in my stomach everytime we met up as friends even when i was attached in the past. i still remember, i got together w my first boyfriend on my bus trip home after you rejected my confession. and then since then, i was just constantly jumping in and out of relationships/situationships. and always talking to you when i get my heart broken, drinking my butt off. where did you even get the patience to deal w my bullshit all the fking time. i got to say hats off to you. ha... but it doesnt matter anymore.

you know what made me realised that i miss you and not the memories we shared? because i actually dont have any vivid memories of us in my head anymore. it's all blurred. i remember crashing your house, i remember us watching a horror movie in the theatres together, i remember you calling me out for being plain stupid. but they're just sweeping memories, i can't remember any specific actions or a specific memory of us. what i do remember, is how safe i feel with you. how gentle you always were with me. how the people around me pointed out that it was the first time they saw me looking happy after my depression. i meant it when i said you felt like home to me. because i cant forget this feeling, and i cant seem to find this feeling w anyone else. but HA darling boy, you're someone else's home now. and i wish you happiness. but i also want you out of my mind. im sick of you creeping into my head when i have nothing to keep me busy. and i mean even on days when im busy and there are pockets of free time you would pop up too. it's draining, it's exhausting, knowing full well you appearing in my mind or my dreams doesn't mean that i get to see you irl. i had this insane thought whereby i would camp at your house void deck to see a hint of you before 2023 ends. but i think i would save myself from the embarrassment of acting like a stalking creepo. i want to let you go, i want to let you out. not for you, but for myself. because this is plain torture. because you living in my head rent free throughout 2023 has been causing me constant pain. im always upset. and ive been hurting innocent people over it. it's not fair for me, it's not fair for them. i want to breathe, i want to sleep at night in peace. i dont want to pray in desperation before my sleep wishing that you would appear in my dream, when there is a lucky girl out there who is sleeping with you right next to her. pls just go, pls be gone. let 2023 mark the end of our long, bittersweet friendship.

thank you for teaching me to never be self-deprecating to myself.

thank you for making me feel loved even if you never really did love me.

thank you for always being there.

"hey now" always sounded so gentle when it came from you, i will be forgetting those words and how they felt for me.

i will stop looking for shadows of you in every song i listen, every game i play or every place i visit.

we had 6 years of memories.... it wont be easy but i will try to not think about you.

you were my finest scenary, my home. but it's time i move on and live a life of my own without your shadow.

i loved you, always did, but i hope not anymore.

i will try to stop loving you from now. may you always stay loved by someone else.

and i know you would continue to stay the happiest, even without me around. because you've got her now.

farewell, always.

[power-handmaiden]

Day 75: Not Pounded By My Soul-Crushing Job Because I Quit

Skipping out of order because I made a difficult and frightening decision today. I think I made the right choice and my relief over being out of that situation is more potent than my anxiety over the unknown, but it's undeniable that it leaves a lot about the future uncertain.

Well, at least there's a tingler for my situation.

I think that it's safe to say that there are a whole lot of people who can relate to the protagonist of this one. Being given unrealistic workloads, policies that make no sense, having someone in charge listen to your complaints and say that they'll do better only for nothing to ever change... alright, this all feels very personal, even though I know this is the general shape of a situation that a whole lot of people find themselves in.

It's nice of Dr. Tingle to show up in this story and explain that it's a cathartic fantasy, but it's not realistic for "quit your job" to be a blanket takeaway from the story. The reality of such a situation is complicated. Still, I appreciate this focus on the positives of the situation.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 77: Pounded In The Butt By My Hugo Award Loss

This isn't a new or particularly interesting statement to those of us who read tinglers: people who have thought over the years that "Chuck Tingle" is just a joke persona are not actually reading his works. I mention it because this one makes it so explicit that these stories are sincere expressions of emotion.

This story is such a poignant insight into, and resolution to, Dr. Tingle's anxiety over the entire Hugo situation. Winning and losing are both frightening prospects for different reasons, the negative of the loss is more obvious, but a win would mean an even larger change in the public perception and scrutiny of Chuck Tingle, which was already in a heightened state.

Concluding the saga of Dr. Tingle's first Hugo Award nomination in the Billings, Montana of his social media posts at the time with a self-insert Chuck Tingle (instead of a slightly removed Buck Trungle or the like), this is a meta tingler with no irony, just an open expression of everything that has led up to this award, and its conclusion.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 111: Saturday Pounds Me In The Butt

The thing I appreciate most about this tingler is that Saturday is working a regular job in addition to carrying out his role as a day of the week. It's a nice subtle acknowledgment that while people on a normal weekday schedule, like the protagonist, enjoy Saturday as a day they can go off on fun excursions, there are always people working to make a lot of those fun weekend activities possible.

To people on the monday-friday work week, Saturday is the day where it seems like you can do anything, you have all the time in the world. That's the feeling this tingler captures. The protagonist and Saturday, his rafting instructor, end up on an unplanned path, and the nature of that free weekend day lets them enjoy diverting from their course as an extra fun adventure in their day.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 88: Slammed In The Butt By The Prehistoric Megalodon Shark Amid Accusations Of Jumping Over Him

This one is fun in a different way with the benefit of hindsight. I'm less than a quarter of the way through this year-long tingler project. My favorite tingler I've read so far was published 4 years after this one. So was Straight, the first of the Chuck Tingle horror novels that would eventually bring him an unprecedented amount of mainstream readers. Dr. Tingle was just getting started in 2017!

I like how it's kept ambiguous whether the protagonist actually jumped, or even swam over, the shark. Nobody knows when a "jump the shark" moment is happening in real-time since it's defined in part by the quality and/or reception of the work afterwards. The protagonist is a fitting metaphor for the author in this sense, running out into the ocean just to prove love, too inebriated to see if there are any sharks swimming in the waters below him.

It isn't as on-the-nose as "Pounded In The Butt By My Hugo Award Loss" (when it comes to tinglers, "less blatant" ones can still be pretty damn unsubtle) but this is another tingler about coming to terms with the unknown, and embracing it as part of one's reality. There is a shark somewhere. We're not sure who jumped it. We can continue on with our lives, and maybe even learn to have a good time with the shark.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 103: Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Book 'Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Book 'Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt"'"'

I truly think every story in The Analboros is a delight. Each one gives us a fresh setting, this one naturally steeped in the recursive and self-referential nature of the series.

This one takes place in a holding area of characters that had not been written into existence yet. Specifically, early in Chuck Tingle's career since it takes place right after "Space Raptor Butt Invasion" was written. Even though the characters talk about the possibility of being brought into existence by different artists, I can't help but imagine this setting as a town of potential Chuck Tingle characters. He certainly has enough to fill a city like this one, and all of the background characters of this one are recognizable from tinglers, except for the sentient washer and dryer. (I'm going to be honest, the washer and dryer fit in the Tingleverse so well they briefly gave me a false memory that there is a later tingler with a bisexual washer and dryer. Thankfully I have my spreadsheet to consult for these things. I was so ready to reference the story that those two would appear in years later, but it doesn't exist... yet)

I think a lot of people can relate to having characters just bouncing around in their head without an externally formed story. I see people talking about it all the time on this website! The character waiting to be called on is relatable to the potential creator trying to find the right way to call on them. This story makes me miss writing. Maybe I should do something about that.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 101: I'm In Love With The Handsome Mummy Racecar In My Butt

Hell yes, this one grabbed me from the first couple paragraphs. We have far-future archeologists digging up the remains of an American convenience store, wondering whether the NASCAR (or whatever equivalent in this layer) race that took place nearby was actually a real event or just a myth crafted by a past thriving car-filled society. It's a great set-up. To the protagonist of this story and his society, a racecar is just as much of a mysterious relic of a distant past as a mummy is to the reader.

This one has all of my favorite things in a tingler: rich worldbuilding that is established well within the short span of the story, a living object that utilizes his own distinct mechanics in the sex scene, and even a connection to other layers of the Tingleverse! There isn't enough of an explicitly stated connection to specific layers for me to pull out my red string, but I don't even mind that when the story is such an exciting ride from start to finish!

#chuck tingle #2024 tingles my butt

[power-handmaiden]

Day 55: Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Book 'Pounded In The Butt By My Book "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt"'"

We venture deeper into The Analboros. This one starts with a character who seemingly has it all figured out, and has an escape plan from his cycle of reincarnation as different tingler characters. Interestingly, while the protagonist learns that the question of his possible escape I not as simple as he thought, I get an implied answer to the existential questions I posed in my post on "Slammed In The Butt By My Hot Coffee Boss": this is indeed the same man, his reincarnation cycle did not end with the coffee.

The way my questions were answered is in line with Dr. Tingle's much more recent posting of his personal feelings on Death of the Author. The protagonist has been or will be, all the tingler characters, because they are all Dr. Tingle himself: and at the same time, they are also the readers. We are all on a layer of the Tingleverse, because writer and audience are both integral parts of the work.

Also I remarked yesterday on how meta tinglers from this time period have a reliance on the fact that before the introduction of no-sex tinglers, there was always a very singular and unavoidable means of concluding the story that the protagonist would be well aware of... And, damn, I was spot-on. Still, it's fun to see how the protagonist works within this structure, with today's story showing a particularly satisfying example of using his knowledge of his tingleverse's reliance on sex to achieve his goals.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 27: Shared By The Chocolate Milk Cowboys

I remember back in 2015-2016 when I was reading tinglers for the first time, I skipped this one for a while, because there are a lot of them and chocolate milk just didn't inherently appeal to me as much as other living objects. When I finally read "Handsome Sentient Food Pounds My Butt And Turns Me Gay" I realized I was missing out, and I should have known better- because unlike coffee (the beverage I personally find sexier), chocolate milk has a special significance to the Tingleverse. (I hope someday we get a spaghetti tingler. That could be great for some tentacle-type action. OK maybe my monsterfucker bias is showing.)

This tingler is one I recommend to people who are tingler-curious but aren't really romance fans in general. I love it when tinglers go to unexpected places. Also, some of my favorite tinglers are ones that end with a main character's destruction or some sort of cataclysmic event. It's just something you don't see often in romance, and it makes tinglers more exciting to me that while the story might end with the main characters getting together romantically or parting ways, there are a whole host of other possibilities, like... the main character being fatally wounded and killing an alternate version of his future sexual partners in the middle of the story, and eventually becoming the universe itself. God, this one goes places.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle #Haven't actually drank chocolate milk in a while so I just fixed myself a peppermint chocolate soy milk before I sat down to type this. #Delicious.

[power-handmaiden]

Day 51: Creamed In The Butt By My Handsome Living Corn

Longtime internet friends know two things about me: that I'm a lifelong midwesterner, and I can get a little weird about corn. So, it's natural that this tingler has a place in my butt's heart.

This story appears in both "Handsome Sentient Food Pounds My Butt And Turns Me Gay" and "Pounded By Politics". It's about agricultural lobbying!! And I love to see the rare appearance of living objects that are not the erotic focus of the story; the beets that the farmer protagonist has an existing business relationship with are also part of the set-up.

The title is a bit of a fake-out- the corn turns out not to be a sweet corn (the type used for creamed corn) but a popping corn, as becomes evident in the tragic conclusion of the erotic scene. Maybe it's just because of my own corn loving ways, but I remember being genuinely surprised at the climax the first time I read the story!

I find the ending bittersweet because while the cob of corn is no more, the focus on business relationships has also been completely tossed aside. All that remains is what's most important, the eternal love between man and corn.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 53: Slammed In The Butthole By My Concept Of Linear Time

After going a couple weeks without listening to it, I've finally gotten to another tingler that has a podcast episode.

It's about fucking time!

OK, but seriously, I feel redundant talking about this tingler. It already thoroughly discusses itself and its place in the Tingleverse. This tingler is not about time as it applies to us on this timeline, but instead how it applies to a Tingler character- less like "Monday Pounds Me In The Butt" and more like "Reamed By My Reaction To The Title Of This Book", which it  references directly. For these characters, their time is their duration of the story, but also what the writing of them brings to other fictional timelines... I'm going to be honest, the title confuses me, because the concept of time here is not a linear one.

This tingler also features direct word from Dr. Tingle himself, here to talk to the meta-aware protagonist and even a blatant acknowledgment that most of the readers are there for humor, not to get off. That's especially fun to see considering the time when this was written, when Dr. Tingle's social media was more abstract and he hadn't yet spoken as much about how he feels about his audience and his works.

#chuck tingle #2024 tingles my butt

[power-handmaiden]

Day 69: Fahrenheit 69

This somehow won by just a single vote and I voted in my own poll, so... I guess my choice was more important than I thought it would be!This was both my first lesbian tingler and my first classic literature tingler, both categories I've been really looking forward to getting into. It sure lived up to my hopes! This is now one of my favorite tinglers. Maybe my favorite? (It's hard for me to say while I'm still so fresh off of reading it)

As one might expect from the title and Dr. Tingle's general presence in the world, this one makes a statement about the censorship and forced repression of sexual art and expression in society. I think it's perfect to have a woman as the protagonist of this story, reflecting on the way that in our society, women are expected not to show sexual desire and take an active role in admonishing sexual expression. Gal Monty, the main character of this tingler, is noted right at the beginning to have an incredible level of skill at her job eliminating obscenity, that is passed down from her mother and her grandmother, a clear statement on the cyclical nature of passing down these types of attitudes.

Cycles are a major theme of this story; 69 is not just relegated to a body position in the climactic scene of the story. While repression can replicate itself, the freedom and positivity needed to combat it can do so as well when they are not stifled. Gal Monty discovers the possibility of fulfilling sexuality in a very Tingleverse kind of recursive way that speaks on the power of seeing art that reflects one's desires.

Also.... OK this is going to sound really weird from the person willingly posting publicly about erotica every day but: it is really hard for me to type right now that this story really turned me on! It was so hot (no pun intended) to read about a professional arsonist getting fucked so good by a sentient flame that her worldview changes! And I think it's incredible to read a story that both makes me feel that way, and also makes me question why I feel like I'm out of line or oversharing to mention that a work of erotica made me feel the way that erotica is intended to, in a space where people are EXPECTING me to talk about erotica and my feelings on it!!! This one really hit me somewhere personal. Thank you Dr. Tingle!

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle

[power-handmaiden]

Day 67: Schrodinger's Butt

I'll just start off with the Tingleverse connection on this one since it's so prominent and introduced near the start, we're back at Rubble Labs, the setting of "Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt"! Nice to see they're still hard at work conducting questionably ethical experiments. Well, it might not be, but I'm choosing to believe this is an evolution of Rubble Biological Labs anyway, since I feel like their current understanding of reverse twins between layers of the Tingleverse is a logical progression from their initial cloning experiments.

As someone steeped in fandom culture who has been tired of angry character sexuality debates since before Tumblr even existed (and also happened to minor in physics in college), I love the view of a fictional character's sexuality before explicit description as a state of quantum superposition. This story stands out to me as a particularly good use of meta-aware characters in a tingler because it's making a specific statement on the nature of fictional characters and how their very nature is contingent on what the audience is allowed to perceive of them. Headcanons that go beyond the bounds of a character's description are all equally true, equally untrue, facts about that character. Is he straight? Is he gay? Is he married to a hot dinosaur scientist? It's true for at least one iteration of that character the moment you put it down in words or pictures.

#2024 tingles my butt #chuck tingle