Can I request fem reader catching bully Ezra fucking another girl?
So i honestly can’t picture Ezra actually cheating, cheating like i can def still see him doing shady quick business deals that involve sex though for sure since he’s a bit of a big cuck himselfXD
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
Status: Dating
CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader refereed to as she/her, scent kink, cumplay, cream pies, p in v, non con, cucking, bdsm, gag, restricted movement, cutting, blood, blood loss, oral on freader, pet names (slut,good little slut) asphyxiation, hospital setting,
You were hobbling back to your dorm from class, your legs still weak from last night. Now that you bunk with Ezra it’s rare he lets you go unscathed.
He likes seeing his cum dripping down your thighs whenever you leave. Just another mark that you’re his.
“Ahh~! Ezra!!”
“Smell her! Smell her fucking cunt! Shove them in your whore mouth!”
“Yes! Oka—mmf!”
“Taste her!”
*plap Slam! plap*
You hear grunting and muffled moaning gaining volume as you close in on your partially open door.
You see them first through the crack, Ezra shoving her face down into your pillow, his hand lost in her blonde curls.
His fiery eyes shoot up and find yours instantly and he keeps your gaze as he keeps pounding into her.
“Get in here.” He sounds angrier than usual.
You squeak and get in, slamming the door behind you.
There’s a man in Ezra’s bed his hand is on his cock.
“She should already be wet, go all out.”
You squeeze your slippery legs together. “No! Ezra!!”
You’re still calling his name after all this time?
You’re back against the wall, “Can I hurt her?” He asks hungrily, licking the top row of his teeth. His body boxing you in, you see how intensely he’s breathing.
“I said all out.” Ezra shrugs lazily fucking into the broad on your bed now.
“NO!!” Your scream is ear piercing and sharp even to you.
He drags her off of the bed and puts her between his legs on her knees. She seems happy to be thrown around. Ezra watches you intently now, using her throat as his cocksleeve.
“Now this’ll be better.”
“Please! You don’t have to do this! I-I-” You babble on and on until he stops you.
This guy doesn’t look like the type Ezra usually hangs with. He looks like a spoiled rich brat. Nice hair, nice skin and smile, he’s never had to do a day of work.
Your eyes widen, as you’re brought back with the sound of his belt snapping. “Ah!!” You squeal and cover your face, frightened.
He ties the thing around your wrists too tightly, and gets another leather belt from a nearby bag. The second he ties around your head the strap in your mouth and belted behind your head.
He throws you onto the floor, “Thing is, I want to do it,” The guy smiles sinisterly over you.
You cry and scream against the belt in your mouth and try to conceal your face with your bound hands.
He cuts off your clothes with a serrated knife, and then presses it to your thigh, before ripping it through your skin there.
You feel the hot liquid flood down your leg, it almost feels cold running over your skin! “!!!!” you’re screaming so hard against your bite.
“Woah,” he stands back mesmerized by the blood spilling. He excitedly, and nervously rushes to get his cock ready.
“You opened her vein, she’ll bleed out” He says almost bored.
“Exactly…” his pupils threaten to swallow you whole.
You scream so hard your vision is fuzzy and filling with thick black splotches.
He’s gonna let you die!!
“I said be rough. not fucking kill her the second you touch her! This wasn’t part of the deal, fucking psycho freak!”
The girl was torn from Ezra’s lap, and she drops your worn, soaked panties onto the bed, “Did you fuck this up for me?!” She points at the guy. She looks hazey and not all the way there.
You’re going cold so fast and your body shivers uncontrollably, until Ezra picks you up, and gets the bindings off of you and puts his jacket over you.
He throws you more carefully than usual into the back of his beamer, and races for the ER.
When you wake he’s on the chair watching you. He’s got a new bandaid on his cheek.
You don’t know why, but you reach for it and touch him there. As if he deserves any tenderness… But maybe giving him some, will make up for never getting any yourself somehow. Maybe you’ll feel it somehow.
But your hand drops weakly, he catches it and pulls you over to him.
“What are you-!” The machines beep all around you slightly faster for a minute until you’re sat in Ezra’s lap on the seat.
“We’ll break that hospital bed if we fuck in it.”
“Ezra…”
Your wetness seeps into his jeans beneath you.
Maybe it’s the residual dizziness and the drugs in you, but your body responds to him.
He grabs your ass through your scratchy gown and drags you harder over his bulge.
“You can take s’much can’t cha?” He grabs your thigh, almost rupturing the stitches. It doesn’t hurt that bad with the meds in you.
You nod your head. Yes. You take so much all for him. “huh?”
He pulls your face up by your chin to look him in the eyes, “What does my good slut want, hmmm~ How’s bought i treat you.”
You nod tentatively, eyebrows peaking into your forehead.
He grabs your arms gently and you still jump and tremble in his grasp. “Do you want my fingers, cock? mouth?” he asks while searching your fright filled eyes.
He picks you up and sets you back onto the bed, careful of all your cords and tubing.
His face comes to your legs and he spreads them, nuzzling himself between your thighs.
He pulls up your gown and pulls your panties down and off of you.
Before you know it or how to respond or act, he’s digging into you.
“Gods!” You breathe out in a high pitched tone.
“Fuck, slut,” His gruff voice rumbles into you.
His tongue runs wide up your slit before he comes up to suck on and play with your clit. He pulls away with a *pop* before going back at it, you catch a glimpse of his glistening pussy drunk face.
Your shaking hands grip his hair, and your legs tighten around him. His tongue dips into you before he adds a finger, and then another. His mouth swirls around your clit again as his finger curl and caress your spongey walls.
He pulls away again as your pressure slowly builds within. “This isn’t enough for my good little slut, is it?” He asks and you shake your head, no it’s not! “What do you want, my hand around your throat?”
You nod, he’s being so nice~
He can’t want to hurt you that badly, can he?
Oh, but he does.
His smile spreads wildly as he reaches up to your fragile neck, and squeezes. You see spots fast.
Immediately the pressure in your core builds like a fire with gasoline being pours onto it, his fingers curl and he pistons them into you. He brings his lips back to your clit and sucks and nips and tugs. He brings you to the brink of unconsciousness, and then on that ledge is when you topple over and cum all over his fingers, he laps you up and stuffs his coated fingers into his mouth.
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Toxic Tumblr Communities
Tumblr is a very interesting place. I feel like women have always dominated this website. While it's a great place for women to express themselves, it's obviously created a lot of really toxic communities that in all honestly could probably only be created by women. You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. You've got communities that normalize harmful behavior (self-harm, anorexia, drug taking) and communities that normalize harmful relationship dynamics (the teacher crush and true crime communities, the ddlg community, the kink community in general, etc.), all kinds of different shit. I won't deny that these are all really harmful in their own ways. BUT I can't stand the way many people talk about them.
It's not uncommon for people to make YouTube videos talking about these communities, and totally eviscerating the posters without showing a single shred of empathy, despite most of the posters being depressed, isolated, and traumatized teen girls.
When it comes to the communities that revolve around toxic behavior, I kind of hate how the posters are treated as if it is their fault and their fault alone for other people picking up on the behaviors. If someone looks at thinspo or a SH picture and is like "YES I want that!" did the post directly create those feelings? Or maybe JUST MAYBE the person viewing the post was already mentally ill and now they just become encouraged to be a part of a community with people they relate to? Also I kinda hate how people accuse these posters of "romanticizing" the things that they do, I really don't think it's true most of the time. I think what happens is that women are conditioned into always wanting to appear beautiful, and so they want even their pain to be beautiful. Which is why they then write "sadgirl" poetry about cutting or whatever. I also think it's a coping mechanism. If you're going through something difficult, the least you can do is be poetic about it. I also think that a lot of the times it's a cry for help. It's common to make fun of the emo girl who cuts for attention but even if it's for attention she's still hurting herself.
There are also communities that "romanticize" bad relationship dynamics. When it comes to the teacher crush community, I honestly don't think it deserves the hatred it gets. 99% of the posters have no plans to actually get with their teachers. In YouTube videos about this community, they often respond to the rare posts where underage girls gush about how their high school teacher reciprocates their love. The YouTubers blame the girl for posting about the situation and "romanticizing" it, rather than blaming the fucking adult male for taking advantage of a high schooler. It's abhorrent and I can't stand it.
The true crime community is less defensible, but even then, most of the girls do not support violence, it's more so a fantasy of being able to fix a evil man. And I honestly think it's reflective of the way society tells women and girls that they are responsible for men's feelings and actions, even the very worst of them. And pretty much all the posters are either depressed and isolated teen girls or 30-something year old women who have a history of dating violent and abusive men. When people criticize this community, there's something about the way they do it that's almost victim-blamey, idk. I won't act like what they're doing isn't harmful to the victims, but people act as if drawing the Columbine dudes being yaoi boyfriends or whatever is just as bad as the fucking shooting itself.
And the ddlg community on here mainly seems to be fronted by "littles" who roleplay as underage children having sex with their parents. Again, this is a baddd thing to be encouraging, even if it's through role-play. But I HATE how people act like pretending to be the little is the same as pretending to be the adult. All these girls are fantasizing about roleplaying sexual abuse and idk about you but they really do seem like victims to me. This is not a pass for them to promote harmful behavior but again I just hate the double standards. These people are turned on by being victimized and people somehow don't feel any sympathy for them. They act as if it's the EXACT SAME as being turned on by victimizing others.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, I HATE how the standards for women are so much higher than they are for men. Women will post about the pain they are causing themselves, and society gets angry with them for daring to be upfront about it and/or trying to make it seem "beautiful". Women will post about how they want to be victimized, and society gets angry at them for promoting toxic relationships, while not offering them a shred of empathy and asking WHY they want that.
Idk I have a lot of thoughts on this. I'm not saying these girls are completely blameless and I really don't want it to be interpreted that way, but it's crazy to me the way people act like they are heinous and evil (and not like, victims of patriarchal conditioning) for romanticizing situations where they would be victimized.
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