call me sparky

"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"

Being attracted to any kind of body is normal. Fat bodies. Trans bodies. Disabled bodies. All normal. Being extra attracted to a specific kind of body is normal too. Totally normal to have a type.

Not unlearning the societal stigma attached to those kinds of bodies, the people who inhabit those bodies, and the people who fuck them, to the point where you do any of the following:

Only want to date/fuck the person in secret.

Reduce the person to the feature that you desire and ignore the rest of who they are as a person.

Expect the person to be a walking porn fantasy instead of a real person with their own sexual preferences and boundaries.

Would no longer love the person if the stigmatized aspect of their body changed.

Consider yourself superior to the person, think the person should be 'grateful' that you love their body, etc.

See the person as a temporary adventure while planning to eventually settle down with someone whose body isn't stigmatized.

Is bad and harmful and you shouldn't be dating anyone until you've worked on your shit, because this makes you a very terrible partner. This doesn't mean you are a bad person with bad-fetishist-desires who can only desire people badly, it means you need to unlearn societal stigma so you can be a better partner to the people you desire.

can’t stop thinking about having a sub pressed against me. chest to back. my mouth at their neck. one hand warm and flat on their stomach while the other works between their legs slowly. feeling them squirm back into me. trying to get more and not wanting to seem too desperate about it.

giving them more anyway.

two fingers. slow. feeling them open around me. taking my time stretching them. listening to every sound they try to muffle. not letting them muffle it. “let me hear you.” feeling them clench immediately.

curling my fingers. finding that spot. staying right there while my mouth kisses their neck. while my thumb finds their clit. while they grab at my arm and press back harder.

cooing at them while i do it. “look at how wet you are.” feeling them whimper. “you’re soaking my fingers baby. you feel that?” feeling them try to hide their face. not letting them. “no. stay right here with me.”

playing with their nipples while my fingers keep working. feeling them arch back into me. too much everywhere. not enough anywhere.

building them up slow. stretching them a little more. feeling how ready they are. how their whole body is chasing it.

making them cum on my fingers. feeling it. staying right there through all of it. working them through every single wave.

then bringing my fingers to their mouth.

“open.”

watching their face. the way they hesitate for just a second before they do it. tasting themselves. sucking slow. “good girl.” pressing a kiss to their cheek while they do it. “tasting how wet you got for me. tasting what you did.” feeling them whimper around my fingers. pressing my lips to their ear. “so messy. got my whole hand wet and now look at you. cleaning it up like a good girl.”

holding them after. their back still against my chest. hand warm on their stomach again.

pressing a kiss to their hair.

“so good.” so soft. “so perfect.”

staying like that until they stop shaking.

can’t stop thinking about it.

going to sleep now.

he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.

you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.

he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.

“that’s my boy.”

"You're such a good boy. say it back."