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Internet friendships are so bittersweet because it's like. We don't talk as much anymore but your birthday is still in my phone. We're not as close as we once were but that song you sent me is still on my playlist and it makes me think of you. I still think about your ocs and my ocs being friends. I still chuckle when I think of our inside jokes. I still think of you when I watch the movies we both love. We are still friends but it's Different now.
Did somebody say FATSHAMING??? I feel like tsukki would be sooo mean to even his slightly chubby gf, he would constantly teaser her about her weight and tell her to stop eating so much, he would call you his “breeding cow” everytime he would fuck you, squeezing the places you’re most insecure about, and whej you would start ro cry abt it he’ll get even meaner...
tags: fat shaming, degradation, breeding
tsukishima constantly fucks you on all fours so that all your fat hangs in the most unsightly manner possible. and then he’ll fuck into you from behind, his hands squeezing and kneading your belly where it’s softest.
“you’re my chubby girl, huh?” you can hear him smiling, laughing at you, “you greedy for my cum too?”
sometimes you try to tell yourself that you’re a normal weight, that you’re a healthy weight. not everyone can be tall and thin and athletically built like tsukishima, but somehow he always reminds you, even when his cock is stretching you so good.
“y-yes, i want your cum, k-kei!” your eyes burn with unshed tears, but you want him to fill you up so badly, and you know he won’t unless you humiliate yourself for him.
he scoffs, grabbing one of your hanging tits roughly. “good girl,” he coos, “my little breeding cow... you’ll look so good swollen with my child...your tits heavy with milk...fuck.”
his cock is hitting your cervix now and he’s pinching your nipple so tightly that you can feel it all the way to your toes. he grunts lewdly in your ear before you feel his hot cum filling your womb. the warmth spreads through your body, and right before you collapse onto the bed, you think, maybe it’d be worth it to let kei ruin your body.
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Jiyong hadn’t written anything for five months. Every time he put a pencil to paper or positioned his fingers over his keyboard, nothing would come. All the inspiration that so easily came to him was somehow just gone. When he walked down the street and looked at the people around him, he felt an emptiness that he couldn’t explain. This was the longest writer’s block he’d had in twenty eight years and he knew exactly why.
It’s because exactly five months ago, the one person he believed in had left him without a goodbye.
Choi Seunghyun. A name he could never forget.
He remembered the last time he had seen him. They hadn’t spoken that day, only held each other quietly. Jiyong had been scared for some reason, something had been biting at the back of his mind for the whole day but Jiyong had chosen to ignore it because he felt safe in those arms. He believed those arms would stay like that forever, holding him close, with hands hovering right above his stomach.
Yet, looking back on it now, Jiyong supposes he should have known. That day, his hands had stayed clasped together, not touching Jiyong at all. He remembers thinking, “Ah, he must be tired.” Jiyong never imagined Seunghyun had grown tired of him.
“I don’t know if I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll be busy for awhile.” Those last words had replayed in Jiyong’s mind for a week after he realized Seunghyun had changed his number. He wondered why he hadn’t caught the harsh undertone in Seunghyun’s voice, why he hadn’t noticed the way his eyes glanced down every few seconds as he spoke, afraid to look into Jiyong’s eyes for more than five seconds. Maybe he knew what Seunghyun was trying to say but was hoping he was reading everything wrong.
Jiyong touches the inside of his elbow now and remembers how Seunghyun would trace circles in them on their slow days when neither of them had work to do. He closes his eyes and tries to remember everything about the one who left. Yet, the harder he tries to remember, the more his memories distort and the only memory he has left is the feeling of those warm arms around him but the image of Seunghyun’s back, leaving for the last time.
He closes his notebook, scared that words would never come to him again.
