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“…i miss the cute little noises my favorite plaything makes.”

normally, that would get your stomach swarming with butterflies. normally, that would have your stuffed cunt twitching with desire. but it doesn’t, your tummy swimming in hurt, your walls swollen to their absolute limit, the pain you’re in more than you ever bargained for.

you don’t even notice when he raises his hand.

the sudden impact prompts a sharp crack and a strangled yelp—yours—to do battle with the strange, lewd sounds of your pussy sucking nagito in as he continues to double back out.

it burns, stinging even as he winds his arm back, warmth rushing to the fat of your ass when he strikes down, again and again, your lungs exhausting themselves at his sadistic command.

it’s like music to his ears, the cacophony of indecent noises, and he can’t help but laugh knowing that it’s all of his own orchestration. with clouded eyes he lands another blow, a duller thud that throbs down to your very bone; but all that registers is that feathery snigger, a sign he’s nowhere near done with you.

aromantics use the terms “romance positive,” “romance repulsed” and “romance indifferent” to describe how they feel about romantic activities and the concept of romance. so you can experience no romantic attraction but still enjoy romantic acts/relationships. same goes for asexuality (you can swap out “romantic” with “sexual” in the previous sentence and it would still make sense). at the end of the day orientation only describes attraction; anything else is probably a stereotype/generalization.

generally speaking, many writers tell stories about things they don’t fully understand/don’t have first-hand experience in. i’m repeating myself, but it comes down to research and/or plain imagination where applicable.