#and I'm NOT remotely horny. WHO SAID THAT

[number1mingyustan]

Up To You ☾

boyfriend!wonwoo x virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), oral (m.), brief handjob, cum swallowing, mild praise kink, mentions of virginity loss, this is so dirty yet so cute, oc is confused and horny

Summary: up to you - nct dream & prettymuch

Word Count: 3k

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(a/n: he’s so bf i can’t)

"Stop it!" You scream, giggling out loud as your eyes remain fixated on the colorful screen in front of you.

"I'm not doing anything baby," Wonwoo smirks.

You huff out in frustration as you hold the Wii remote in your hand. Your boyfriend has hit you with another banana peel in Mario Kart and is nearing the finish line of the third and final lap.

You're no longer trailing right behind him, and two cars has already sped past you. You start driving again, rushing toward the nearest mystery box. It spins before giving you a King Speed. You spam the button, passing the two characters that sped in front of you. You're quick, but not quick enough to pass Wonwoo, who has already zipped past the finish line before you.

Your body slumps into the couch with exhaustion. He's just too good.

"One more game," You demand.

Wonwoo lets out a chuckle. "You said that two games ago."

"I mean it, one more game and I'm gonna win. One more."

Wonwoo shrugs, refusing to wipe the smirk off his face before selecting 'New Game' on the screen. He leans back against the couch and reselects his favorite character, Toad. You choose Toadette and a pink motorcycle. Your glider and wheels match in the same bright shade of pink. He even lets you choose the map just to "give you an advantage."

The screen counts down from three and both your characters start racing across the screen, leaving behind all the NPCs as you focus on the race between the two of you.

As expected, you're no match for him the second his character touches his first mystery box. With each passing lap, the distance between your characters on the mini-map grows further.

You throw out red shells, skillfully aiming the green ones, and the person in ninth place even throws a blue shell at some point during the race. But he holds his spot in first place nonetheless.

As expected, he wins, ranking himself first and you second. He leans back into the couch with the same stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"You cheated!" You exclaim, hitting him playfully.

"This isn't even the kind of game you can cheat in baby, either you got it or you don't.

"Not fair," You mumble, childishly dropping the controller onto the couch.

"Aw don't be a sore loser," He grins. "You almost beat me a few games ago."

You ignore him, pouting harder and crossing your arms.

He leans over, holding you by the sides and begins tickling you. You can't help but react, squirming in his arms and laughing. "Stop!"

He doesn't let up and you continue squirming in his arms. You climb on top of him, pinning him down and interlocking your fingers with his. "You've made your point," You say breathlessly.

"Sure you're not mad at me anymore?" He grins, pushing his hands against yours lightly.

You chew the inside of your lip, eyes looking up and to the side as you contemplate. "Mostly."

His hands unlock from yours and rub up and down your sides lightly. He tilts his head up, allowing his soft lips to meet yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, reflective of the intimate position the two of you are currently in. He can feel himself growing hard beneath the fabric of his sweatpants in the intimate position. "Want me to make it up to you?"

Your lips curve up at the sound of his words. "Only if you do what I say.

He sits up, holding you securely on his lap.

"What is it that you want baby? Tell me," He whispers against the shell of your ear.

It's a bold question, not that you mind it. But it's still pretty early in your relationship and you and Wonwoo are still taking things fairly slowly. It's been a few months, but you haven't had sex yet.

You've gone further than kissing a few times, but things have remained relatively innocent between the two of you. Touching beneath the belt wasn't off the table, but it certainly was a new thing in your relationship and it didn't happen often. He's usually more hesitant about being suggestive around you since you're still a virgin and he doesn't want to rush anything.

Nonetheless, your body goes warm at his suggestive tone. You feel yourself throb and shift yourself on his lap. The little bit of friction causes a soft moan to slip from your lips.

"I want you to make me cum," You whine. Your voice is quiet but filled with desperation.

He's holding himself together, but his head is spinning. His heart starts beating faster as anticipation runs through his veins. There's a small wet patch forming on your panties and he can feel it pressed against his hard cock.

"You want my fingers?" Wonwoo asks.

You nod in response to his question eagerly. His cock twitches beneath you knowing that you want him, need him. You look up at him with round eyes. They're so innocent yet filled with lust and desperation.

His thoughts are flooded with you. You're always on his mind, to tell the truth. But you're clouding his mind even more and making his head spin. You have such a strong effect on him.

He lifts your hips up, pulling your white cotton panties off and tossing them onto the living room floor. You bring your bare crotch back down onto his lap, one of his oversized jerseys covering your body

Silently, you guide his hand into your mouth, sucking on his fingers and making them wet. His breath catches in his throat as you suck on his fingers.

He turns you around on his lap, pressing your back onto his chest. He holds you still with one of his arms wrapped around your frame.

He wastes no time plunging his soaked fingers into you. His digits slip into your folds easily, curving up deep into you. Your back leans further into his chest. His broad frame supports you from behind and his cock twitches in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"Ah fuck–" You gasp, moaning out.

Your back arches as his fingers stretch your cunt.

"Motherfucker–" He groans lowly.

He withdraws his fingers slowly from your folds. You whine and shift uncomfortably in his lap. You can't see, but his brings his fingers to his lips. He spits onto them, lubricating his fingers more. It drives you crazy. He really didn't need to, not with the way you're soaking his fingers and sweatpants already. But there's something so lewd, so filthy about it. It's turning you on so much.

A smack lands on your cunt as his damp fingers return to where you need him. You shift in his lap again, brushing against his hard cock. He slips his fingers back into your wet cunt, this time thrusting his fingers into you faster than before.

He's restless, curving his fingers perfectly and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a squeal, resting your head back against his shoulder as your back arches.

You gasp for breath, moans getting caught in your throat as he fingers you. The squelch of your cunt fills the living room. It's filthy, and you fucking love it. Your eyes roll back and you cry out when his fingers press against your g-spot.

"You still with me gorgeous?" He asks.

"Hah– mhm," You nod.

Your body tenses in his lap as your hips roll into his fingers to their own rhythm. You struggle to control your body, overwhelmed with pleasure and rapidly chasing your approaching high.

He hums in satisfaction. "Gonna give you want you want now." He mumbles against the shell of your ear.

He doesn't need a response to know how badly you want this. His fingers pick up in pace, continuing to brush against the sweet spot inside of you.

A groan escapes his lips as you continue rolling your hips against his fingers desperately. He wants to ruin you, so badly. The sight of you in his lap right now is sending his mind racing. The thoughts clouding his mind alone could make him ruin his sweats untouched.

Your nails dig into the couch as you desperately squirm to find something to hold onto. Your eyes screw shut as you gasp for breath.

"Wonu–fuck–ah!" You groan. He places more pressure on your inner falls, wrist movements coming to a halt. He presses his fingers into your sweet spot, allowing you to continue fucking yourself on his fingers as your high has your head spinning.

You clench around his fingers tightly. You whine and cry out, vision going white as your pussy throbs around his fingers. You take a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you come down from your high.

He leans his head back against the couch and sighs. His adam's apple is prominent and he uses his middle and ring finger to push his glasses up on his nose.

You climb off his lap, face growing hot when you see the wet stain on his grey sweats. "Sorry," You apologize.

He looks down, eyes drifting to where yours seem to be focused on. He lets out a breathy chuckle. " 'S okay baby, I don't mind."

He leaves a playful smack on your butt as you walk away toward the bathroom. He adjusts himself in his sweatpants, thoughts of you still flooding his mind.

You enter the bathroom, closing it behind you. You clean yourself up, but the sight and feeling of his hard cock flood your thoughts. You'd be lying if you said he didn't satisfy you, but you're still undeniably horny. You splash your face with some cool water to distract your mind.

You make your way back to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch. He pulls you back onto his lap comfortably and changes the tv setting from the Wii to Disney +.

He scrolls mindlessly through the options. "You hungry? I was thinking we could order in."

You're having an even harder time focusing now. He's still sprouting a semi beneath you

"I wanna return the favor, Wonu," You blurt.

"I was thinking Thai–oh," Wonwoo clears his throat.

He shakes his head and presses a kiss on your cheek from behind. "It's okay baby, you don't have to worry about me."

"No I want to," You admit. "I'm still horny, and I wanna make you feel good too. Please?"

He's having an internal battle with himself. It feels like things are moving a little quickly, but who is he to deny you? Especially when you're in his lap practically begging him.

He licks his lips slowly, contemplating a response. Thoughts of you have been clouding his mind doing exactly this and he can't help but be selfish and indulge.

"Fuck... okay," He agrees.

You tug at his sweatpants excitedly. You lifts your hips, pulling his underwear and sweats down to his knees in one movement. You sit back down on his thighs, eyes fixated on his dick.

He's only sprouting a semi, not nearly as hard as when he was fingering you early. No biggie.

You tilt your head down, spit falling down onto his cock from your mouth. You start stroking him. He's big and heavy in your hand, it's a little intimidating at first.

But you adjust quickly, finding a steady rhythm. You feel him breathe out in relief at the feeling of your hand. You feel a newfound sense of confidence build inside of you.

Your hand runs along his length, feeling the thick veins on his cock. You can feel the way he grows in your hand, twitching as it rises to full length and hardness.

The tip is flushed pink and dribbles out precum. He lets out a soft curse.

You couldn't help but let your mind imagine how it would feel inside of you. You knew you weren't ready for it yet, but you couldn't help but imagine it. If it was anything like his fingers earlier, you could most certainly consider the possibility of taking your relationship to the next level.

Although, you know it'll hurt. Wonwoo is big, incomparable with his fingers. You know he'd take good care of you, do everything in his power to ease the pain and make you feel good.

His hips jerk when you swipe your thumb across the sensitive tip. He spurts more precum and groans at the sensation. You're practically drooling at the sight of him.

Wonwoo is never this reactive. He's always been more of the calm stoic type. But you're bringing out another side of him, and it's turning you on like crazy.

"Wanna suck it," You breathe out.

Wonwoo tilts his head back into the couch. His hand covers his face as he holds himself back. "Holy fuck..." He breathes out shakily.

You climb off his lap, dropping down to your knees.

"Take your time... Don't wanna hurt you–ah" He moans.

You open your mouth, wrapping your lips around his cock. You taste the precum on your tongue, swiping it across his sensitive tip. He holds himself back from thrusting his cock all the day down your throat. He grips the couch tightly, sinking deeper into the leather beneath him.

He's trying so hard to be a good guy and do the right thing. But fuck, you're making it so hard. He doesn't wanna give you more than you can handle, but the sight of you right now makes him want to ruin you.

Your hand doesn't leave his cock, continuing to stroke him as you take the tip into your mouth. You start off bobbing your head slowly, running your tongue along the bottom side of his length.

He groans, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and helps to guide your head. You're careful not to let your teeth drag, focusing on making sure he feels good.

"Fuck, gorgeous," He groans. "What are you doing to me?"

His words shoot straight to your core. You press your thighs together and take his words as encouragement. You take more of his length down your throat, allowing his tip to touch the back of your throat.

"Holy shit–" He moans. "You're so good, fuck ah–"

He grips the leather of the couch harder, digging his nails into the material to restrain himself from fucking your throat. He gasps and moans, allowing a few curses to slip from his lips.

You continue stroking him, taking more of his into your mouth. You bob your head a little faster, saliva thoroughly coating his length. His tip continues to touch the back of your throat, causing you to gag and tear up.

You stop for a moment, coughing as you wipe your tears and catch your breathe.

"You good?" He asks.

You nod. "I'm good."

"Take your time baby," He coos. "Don't need to rush it."

You nod again before taking him back into your mouth.

You pace yourself, starting slow and progressively growing quicker and more confident with your moves. He guides you using the makeshift ponytail, making sure you don't get ahead of yourself again.

Your other hand cups his balls, making him let out a throaty groan. His cock twitches and throbs in your mouth and hand. "I'm close, baby" He warns you.

You remain steady in your movements, prioritizing his pleasure. His cock throbs once more before his body jerks. "Oh shit–"

He lifts your head off of his cock with your hair and grabs his cock with his other hand. He strokes himself to finish, shooting his load into your mouth. Even overwhelmed with pleasure, he doesn't spurt any of it onto your face.

He groans once more as he comes down from his high. He lets out a breath. "You can spit it, don't feel pressured to–"

Before he can finish his sentence, you swallow his load with ease. His cock twitches at the sight, but he prioritizes you. He dresses himself properly and lifts you back onto his lap. You face him, resting your head on his chest.

He holds you securely, rubbing his hands along your back softly.

"Was that okay?" He asks, continuing to draw circles on your back.

You nod. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He looks down at you, seeing you nibble on your bottom lip pensively.

"You sure?"

You nod hesitantly.

He can tell there's still something on your mind. You've just got that look on your face.

"What's bothering you?" He asks.

You shake your head, burying your head in his chest. He lifts your head, softening his tone with you. "Hey, talk to me."

You frown. "I don't know.... like I feel like I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not sure."

"To have sex?" He asks.

You nod. "I don't know if I'm just getting ahead of myself or if it's really what I want. I'm just a little scared, but I think I want to."

"I get it, but we won't do it unless you're 100% sure. I don't wanna jump into anything prematurely and have regrets. Doesn't matter how much you're on the fence, it won't happen unless you're in it 100%. You hear me?"

You nod. "Thank you Wonwoo, you're the best."

He kisses your cheek. "Just for you."

"I think I'm just overthinking it cuz I'm still horny," You confess.

He leans back into the couch and lets out a breathy chuckle. "Shit Y/n, you're insatiable."

You grin. "Just for you."

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#kpop #seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen drabbles #seventeen angst #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader

[himezoro]

roronoa zoro's guide to relationship (smut)

tysm everyone for your love and support on the previous post ! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i'm so sorry for how long this other post was to come, but work has been pretty exhausting and as you may know, i'm a lawyer so when it comes to having free time it gets hard lmao this one was requested by @jinjen, i hope they'll like it ! <3

i'm also working on a "one shot" smut for roronoa zoro that i've had in mind for so long, i hope you'll like it!!

minors dni !! 18+ only.

here's a headcanon of what a relationship with roronoa zoro would include sexually. i had a female partner in mind when writting which is why it's pretty gender based !

wc : 860

even before being in a relationship with roronoa zoro, the sexual tension between his s/o and himself was beyond compare ; his hair would bristle when he heard their voice, when their hands would touch at dinner, when they just entered the room. the tension between them is so high it gets hard to breathe. his eyes would linger on their figure like those of a ruthless predator ready to pounce onto their prey. the sway of their hips, the flips of their hair, the bites of their lips, the look of their doe eyes. everything sets him on.

it became a game for the two of them to play with that said tension before getting official. he's a tease after all. but afterwards? hell, there's just no rules. everything's allowed. from their s/o sensually touching his thigh under the table and tracing the shape of his growing erection when everyone's eating to him whispering the dirtiest things into his s/o's ear when they're just sitting reading in the middle of the kitchen with sanji close by. "how 'bout we give that shitty cook a show of how exquisite ya' juices taste ?" "i bet i can make ya squirt before ya reach the bottom of that stupid page baby.". it's all competition, and it's about who's going to resist the urge to cut the tension.

zoro would easily cut it before they do. hell, he's got three swords ffs.

he's always horny for his partner.

aside from this game, zoro can go from being a slow and passionate lover to a ruthless beast. going from "i wanna make love to you" to "i'm gonna fuck you until your brain goes dumb".

when he's in the mood for passionate sex, zoro would take his time to kiss his s/o endlessly. having them onto their lap, grinding slowly but surely, his hand at the back of their neck in a loving yet firm way. he would whisper sweet nothings he won't say in any other circumstances "you're so goddamn pretty", "i want this body on me forever", "i wanna make ya feel good", "let me please you", "i love you".

during those intimate and slow times, his giant figure would be afraid to break you. his cock would pound into their s/o painfully slowly, missionary style, so he can watch them take him so gracefully. he would leave trails of hickeys all over their chest while firmly holding their hands, moving his hips to the rhythm of their racing heartbeats.

he knows their body like his three swords.

would lick and finger your pussy like there's no tomorrow, until your legs shake while praising you so bad. he would lick all of your fluid and even lick his lips before kissing you to "give ya a taste".

he loves it when his s/o praises him, saying how good he's making them feel, or simply hearing his name in between their moans. he feels like he's the strongest in the world.

but the second zoro feels jealous or "dominant" (which would be more appropriate since he feels pretty confident in his ability to please you), oh boy. be ready for a ride.

he would pin their s/o to the nearest surface. anything remotely close : the floor ? check. the dinner table ? check. the desk in your room ? double check. the wall to the shower ? triple check that one. he would grab their face with his right hand, kissing them hard, watching the trails of saliva connecting them with complete lust before diving back into a sloppy yet quite nice kiss, while playing with his s/o's clothed pussy under their dress with his left hand.

if this makeout session came after a meaningless fight (angry sex), he would spin them hard so their ass was pinned to his clothed erection and smack it hard. "gonna be a good girl now or shall i smack some senses outta ya ?" he can be mean during those sessions, but when he would make up for it later.

he would make them suck his giant cock until he hears them gag, saying "ya can take it. look at me while you swallow it all." he loves receiving a blowjob from their partner, seeing his cock disappear into the depth of their throat.

he's so ridiculously strong. he'll have their s/o fucked in every position. makes them cum so many times his s/o loses count, but not him. he's competitive and keeps his record in check. his stamina is pretty solid too.

even in these times, he cannot help but praise their s/o. "your pussy's squeezing me whole", "you're taking my cock so well, looks like it's made for it".

loves shower/bath sex where he can have fun with his partner at the same time.

sleepy morning sex as well <3

in the end, sex remains a matter of trust and intimacy, so no matter how, be sure to know that afterwards, this boy would not let go of you and ask for a back rub just to keep the intimacy going.

would hate it if someone dared interrupting his peace during aftercare (which can happen since luffy and usopp are always going crazy).

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[honestly-mad-person]

KEEP THE NOISE DOWN

｡･:*˚:✧ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader ｡･:*˚:✧ genre: smut ｡･:*˚:✧ synopsis: Acne Hospital is holding another banquet to celebrate the positive growth in the medical chain, so Zayne has invited you to attend with him. ｡･:*˚:✧ word count: 4,9K (I didn't expect this size, lol) ｡･:*˚:✧ a/n: Leave a comment about this story! I'm wondering if I did a good job of conveying this hot and horny atmosphere. Enjoy your reading!

— Are you sure I should go with you? – you asked, holding your hair up in your hand as Zayne slipped a silver chain around your neck.

— I'm sure, – he answered, after finishing and looking at your reflection in the mirror, he kissed your shoulder, putting his hands on your waist. – Otherwise, I wouldn't have invited you as my +1 to this banquet.

Looking down at your black evening dress that fit perfectly on your body, accentuating all the curves, you felt a little nervous about the banquet Akso Hospital was throwing to celebrate its promotion through Lincoln City's medical facilities.

Biting your bottom lip, you looked over at Zayne, who was watching you intently through the reflection.

—You don't need to be so nervous, princess, – he said in his calm and gentle voice, stroking your sides with his fingers. – I will be by your side all the time.

Turning to him, you touched his face with your fragile fingers and, looking into his eyes, gently pulled him to you, kissing his lips.

Arms wrapped around your waist, pressing against your strong body, forcing you to arch your back. His tongue traveled over your lips, licking your lipstick that you applied a few minutes ago and begging to enter your mouth. Unable to resist him, your lips parted, letting the hot tip inside.

Meeting your tongue, Zayne let out a low, strangled moan, pulling you closer to him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, not giving Zayne the opportunity to interrupt the moment. Until he wants it himself.

Your tongues swirled in a kind of dance, making wet kissing sounds. You felt yourself start to melt in his arms again, until suddenly he pulled away from you, breaking the kiss.

The tip of his tongue quickly ran over his lips, licking away the remaining lipstick.

Whining, you looked into his eyes, demanding another kiss, but he just shook his head silently, giving you a ghostly smile.

— Not right now, princess, – he answered, letting you go from his arms. – If I kiss you a little more, we won't go anywhere.

A slight blush appeared on your face as Zayne stepped away from you and walked across the room and pulled a small box out of a drawer.

—Here, – his hand stretched out in your direction. – This is a gift for you.

Your heart beat faster as you took the box with shaking hands and opened it. Inside you saw the device and the remote control for it with a small screen.

Confused, you looked between the device and Zayne who was watching you.

— What it is? – you asked, tilting your head.

—It's a vibrator, – he answered in a calm tone, taking the remote control out of the box. – You need to insert it into yourself.

Your eyes widened at what you heard.

— Insert?

— Yes, insert, – he repeated, nodding. – I will wait for you in the car, princess.

After kissing your forehead, he left the room with a faint chuckle.

Still confused, you stared at the curved device. It was not difficult to guess which part of it should be inserted into yourself. Pulling the vibrator out of the box, you looked in the mirror.

Your reflection did the same with the gift in hand.

— Oh, Dr. Zayne... – you breathed out and lifted the bottom of your mid-thigh dress up.

When you stepped outside, you looked around, wondering what a beautiful summer evening it was outside.

Stepping onto the stone path, your high heels clicked with every step you took.

As you approached the car, Zayne got out of it and, walking around it, opened the door for you, holding out his hand.

Placing his palm in his, he leaned into your ear, speaking softly.

— Did you insert it into yourself?

Blushing, you felt Zayne's gift inside you and looked at him, nodding.

One part of it was outside, barely touching the clitoris, the other, curved, comfortably fit in your womb.

— Good girl, – he smiled and, kissing you on the cheek, helped you sit on the seat.

Blushing even more, you bit your lip as you watched him walk around the car again and take his seat.

— Why are we so quiet? – he asked, starting the engine.

— I'm nervous... – you answered quietly, looking at your hands, which were lying on your hips.

Your fingers were nervously intertwined.

As the car pulled into the driveway, Zayne put his hand on top of yours. His warmth was transferred to you and acted as a sedative.

— I'm with you, princess, – he said consolingly, holding the steering wheel tightly with one hand and gently caressing your hands with his thumb. – You look so beautiful that I don't think I can leave you alone even for a few seconds.

— Then don't leave, – you answered and stretching out your hands, you put his palm on your thigh, stroking it with your fingers.

Fingers squeezed your soft thigh, caressing the skin again. Zayne wasn't averse to such a change.

— If you want so badly, we can go back home and do something more interesting, – with these words he raised his hand, pulling up your dress.

Hearing this, you glanced at him.

— No, we're not coming back, – you furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head categorically. – You have to speak in front of the employees, and you also have to receive an award for your work.

— My award possession is right next to me now, – Zayne replied with a small smile on his face as he continued to caress your thigh. – I can live without other awards.

— Zayne! – squealing, you threw angry looks at him. – You shouldn't say that, it's your job and you must do it.

— When you're so sweetly mad at me, all I want to do is crawl into you and fuck you until that angry look on your face turns to tired-satisfied, as it always does when you're barely hanging on to the last shreds of consciousness after several orgasms at a time.

Flushed with shame, you turned your red face towards the window.

— I can hear you gnashing your teeth all the way here, princess, – laughing, he stroked your thigh and removed his hand, shoving it into his pocket.

In the dim reflection of the window, with trees and lanterns flickering beyond, you saw Zayne's hand holding something small and dark. You wanted to turn your head, but suddenly you felt a vibration inside you.

A moan escaped your lips, as sudden as the movement below. This made your body tremble and your legs clench together.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and looked at Zayne, your eyes wide.

— It's working, that's good, – nodding, he moved his finger across the screen and the vibrator responded with an increase in speed, hitting you in two sensitive spots at once.

— Zayne! – you barely shouted, mixing his name with your moans, arching on the seat.

— What? – he asked, pretending that it had nothing to do with how your vibrator worked. – You look like a whore right now, moaning like that, squeezing your hips together and arching.

Unable to answer, you gripped the doorknob with one hand, flinching every time the vibrator aimed right at a sensitive spot. You clamped your other hand between your thighs.

— Shut it off, Zayne, please...— you whimpered, barely gathering your thoughts.

— I think we can take a little ride around town while we still have time before the banquet starts.

— No, please, ah… – arching your back, you felt the vibration once again hit a sensitive spot and holding back a moan, you looked at Zayne. – Please...

— No, princess, – shaking his head, he picked up the speed again, causing you to whimper even more, shuddering.

The feeling of pleasure quickly grew from the way the vibrator moved inside you. Your legs began to twitch, signaling that it wasn't long before your finals.

— Fuck… ah, – moaning loudly, you threw your head back, arching your back from the pleasure that was already hovering on the horizon.

There were a few seconds left before orgasm until suddenly everything was over.

You didn't immediately realize what had happened until your desire-fogged brain cooled down.

Breathing heavily, you turned your head towards Zayne. You whined pleadingly, squeezing your hips together again and touching your hand to his thigh.

—Zayne? – your voice sounded quiet and hoarse from excitement. – Zane, I want to cum, please…

The corners of his lips twitched upwards when he felt your hands on his. Seeing his reaction made you want to cry at how cruelly he interrupted you.

— Just a minute ago you were begging me to turn it off, and now you're asking me to turn it back on so you can cum? – he asked, glancing at your red face. – We will soon come to the restaurant, so get ready to leave, princess.

You were touched by Zayne's words, but there was nothing you could do. Your body was on fire, your stomach was relentlessly begging for more, and your arms and legs were shaking with desire.

When you got there, you and Zane stood outside for a while. He cautiously stood with his back to the restaurant so that none of the guests could see your red, tomato-like face.

Looking into his eyes, you stroked his hands that gently touched your cheeks, cooling them.

—We wouldn't have to be standing here now if it weren't for you...— you mumbled and furrowed your brows.

—It's you, – Zayne kissed your forehead with a shrug. – You are so damn sexy, I couldn't resist it.

When the tension subsided and you could confidently stand on your feet, you entered the restaurant.

Wandering with Zayne from one guest to another, you squeezed his hand with a small satisfied smile.

He wasn't lying when he said he'd be with you all evening. While talking to colleagues, Zayne continued to hold your hand, and when someone asked about you, he answered briefly:

— Mine +1

Twenty minutes passed before you reached your table. Thank goodness Zayne had requested a table for two ahead of time.

Exhaling heavily, you already forgot about what happened while you were driving here, confused and confused by new and not so good faces.

Looking around the hall, you tried to estimate the number of people present, but the sudden voice of Zayne over your ear made you flinch.

—Who are you trying to find with your beautiful eyes, huh? - his hand rested on your thigh again, squeezing it.

— Are you jealous of me? – you asked in response, turning your head and meeting his gaze.

He could scare someone else, but you only saw the beautiful eyes that were fixed on you now. Smiling at him, you propped your head up with your hand, resting it on the table while your other hand snaked under the table, onto Zayne's thigh, stroking.

—I don't think you have any success teasing me like that, – Zayne said, keeping his gaze on yours until suddenly a figure appeared from behind you.

— I'm very sorry, Dr. Zayne, but...— the man in the suit fussed, tugging at his tie. — We have... we...

— Something happened? – Zayne interrupted him, removing his hand from your leg and looking at the man.

— Yes, the point is that… – excitedly, he muttered something under his breath. – Dr. Zayne, would you mind if two guests sit with you, please?

Turning back to you, he looked into your eyes for a second. You noticed a strange shine in them and before you had time to react somehow, you heard him:

— Do not mind.

— Thank God! — the man happily nodded and hurried to leave you as soon as possible.

When he was out of sight, you looked back at your companion.

— Are you sure you want this? – you asked, feeling sad that you wouldn't be alone like you had planned from the beginning.

— I can't refuse people when they're in trouble, – he answered calmly and took out the familiar remote control from his pocket and looked over your shoulder. – Besides, we have this.

You were about to say something to Zayne when you were suddenly interrupted by approaching voices.

Turning around, you saw a man and a woman. You met them a little earlier. Man a neuropathologist and his wife, who worked in the direction of gene mutation.

Like the beginning of a snow avalanche, you felt a weak vibration inside you. Trying not to show off, you greeted your acquaintances as well, shaking their hands.

— It's nice to see you again, Dr. Zayne,— greeted the man, sitting down across from him.

— To each other, Dr. Hudson,— nodding, he leaned back in his chair, looking at his interlocutor. – How is your research going?

— There are no changes yet, – he answered, shaking his head.

Your attention was slowly taken over by the vibrator, which vibrated more and more inside you. You frowned as you watched Zayne sit at the table with his legs crossed and nodding to his colleague. You wanted him to look at you.

— Men will always find a common language, – you heard the voice of  Dr. Hudson’s wife, Linda.

Turning your head towards her, you barely smiled, holding back your trembling.

— And don't say, Linda, – you tried to keep your voice even, but sometimes it sounded uneven.

— Can I ask a question? – asked the woman, looking at you with a smile. – Are you here as a couple or are you his friend?

Smirking the corner of your lips, you looked over at Zaнne, who was engrossed in a scientific and medical dialogue.

—I'm his +1, – you answered, turning your head back in her direction.

Linda continued to chirp, oblivious to how hard you were trying to hold back your moans as the vibrations varied in intensity.

Even now, when Zayne is talking with such a serious look, his finger in his pocket is playing with the remote, making you squirm in your chair.

— Oh, are you all right? – Linda asked, seeing how your face turned red.

As soon as that happened, the men's conversation stopped and Zayne leaned into your ear with a concerned look on his face.

— My little whore wants my dick now, doesn't she? – he whispered quietly so that only you could hear it, burning your ear with his hot air. – Do you want me to fuck you so much that you can no longer hold back your desire?

Pulling back, your eyes met. Your eyes widened as Zayne increased the speed of his vibration as he looked directly into them, making you on the verge of moaning.

Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, shaking your whole body. His palm rested on your head, stroked your hair and went down to touch your red cheek.

After a few seconds, you felt the cold on your face. Breathing heavily, you looked at him through your eyelashes.

Zayne turned to our neighbors, apologetically.

— I'm sorry, she's a little afraid of large crowds of people.

Touching his hand with your fingers, you caught his attention.

— What? – he asked, looking at you.

— Please, – your lips whispered almost audibly as a hand imperceptibly rested under the table on his groin.

You saw Zayne clench his teeth as your hand gently caressed his masculinity. With each movement, you felt how it got bigger and smiling, you bit your lip.

— Is everything okay with her? – asked Linda, taking her husband's hand.

— Yeah, just a little stress, – he answered, not taking his eyes off you.

Feeling the vibration in you only grow, you can no longer hold yourself back, leaning forward, burying your nose in Zayne's neck, clenching your teeth and thus suppressing your moans.

—My God, – said Linda quietly, looking at her husband. – Maybe she should get some fresh air?

Her husband was looking at you, at the way you pressed your nose against his neck, where the vein stood out, then at Zayne himself, whose gaze changed.

— Yes, – he said uncertainly, nodding. – Maybe she really needs to breathe.

Meeting Zayne's gaze, he lowered his eyes, confident in his guesses.

— I'm sorry, – Zayne said curtly, removing your hand from him and standing up, he helped you up.

Your legs disobeyed you and shook, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist. Looking up at him hazily, you felt the frenzied desire to feel him inside you growing with each movement of the vibrator in your core.

With Zayne's help, you quickly left the hall, heading to the restroom. Tangling in your legs, you whined quietly, trying not to fall.

— You little whore, – he whispered somewhere next to you as you walked down the hall.

Opening the door, Zayne led you into the dressing room and locking the door, pressed your face against it.

— Zayne, please… ah.. I can't…— you whined, arching your back, pressing your ass against his erection.

With a low growl, his hand slipped into his pocket and the vibration in you stopped. Groaning, you closed your eyes, feeling his fingers slip under your dress and tug at the elastic of your panties, pulling them down in one motion. Spreading your legs wider, you felt Zayne pull out the vibrator, trailing a thin thread of your arousal and his soft moan reached your ears.

—What the hell are you...— he said, throwing his gift into the sink.

— Mhh,— you whimpered, rocking your hips as you looked over your shoulder at Zayne. — I want to feel you inside me... please..

— Tell me what exactly you want me to do, – he whispered in your ear, taking your hand around your neck, forcing your head to tilt back.

Another moan escaped your lips and covering your eyes, you barely breathed in air.

— I want you to fuck me, – you said in a hoarse voice, feeling with every cell of your body the hellish desire to be fucked. – I want your cock..

Gritting his teeth, Zayne placed a hand on your thigh and pulled you into his pelvis, his groin against your buttocks.

— You're driving me crazy right now, – he whispered in your ear, pulling away from you and unzipping his pants, freeing his cock.

Burning with desire, you continued to move your hips, urging him to act faster.

You froze when his head touched your pussy. Zayne's hand moved from your neck to your mouth and clamping down he slowly entered you. His other hand landed on your thigh and squeezing it, Zayne pulled you closer to him.

From excitement and feeling him in you, small flashes appeared in your eyes and rolling them, you rested your hands on the door, arching your back to take his cock deeper.

— It's so damn tight... ah… – Zayne whispered in your ear, snuggling tightly against you.

His cock pulsed inside you, making your body tremble and writhe, demanding movement.

— Wait, – his hand gripped your thigh with a firm grip, making it possible to make even the slightest movement.

Your nails scratched the surface of the door as you whimpered muffled into his hand.

— Bitch, – Zayne scolded and abruptly pulled out to again thrusting himself into your cervix.

If it weren't for the hand that tightly closed your mouth, everyone could hear how loudly you were in favor moaned in this moment. Your body weakened and you shook, barely standing on your feet. 

— Stand straight,— Zayne ordered, moving inside you.

His thickness rubbed against your walls, moving confidently deep and hitting the cervix. With your chest pressed against the door, you could hardly breathe.

You shuddered with each of his thrusts. Your pussy, hungry for his cock, made wet noises every time Zayne entered you full length. It seemed as if he wanted to penetrate directly into the uterus, hitting her neck with sharp movements.

His hand moved from his hip to his front, lay down on your stomach.

— Do you feel me well, princess? – he whispered, pressing in the place where a small bump appeared from each of his thrusts. – Do you feel my huge dick inside you?

With tears in your eyes, you nodded, feeling the pressure below.

— Be a good girl and don't make a sound, understood? – his gaze, full of mad desire, was fixed on your face.

Removing his hand from your mouth, Zayne kissed the crook of your neck, grabbing your waist and planting your cunt on top of his cock. You made a frantic effort not to moan at the top of your voice. Instead, you whined softly, pressing your chest against the door and arching your back, biting your lips.

— Are you a good girl? – Zayne asked, leaning into your ear and bringing one of his hands down in front of you, touching your clit with his fingers.

— Yes… yes, I'm good! – you said hoarsely, tightly closing your eyes. – Damn, Zayne, ah… So… So deep, ah…

— A good girl doesn't make that much noise. – The fingers tightened around your waist as your hips gripped Zayne's cock. – Fuck...

— I’m sorry.. I’ll be good… just for you, ha.. just.. just give it to me.. – you whispered and clenched your teeth as his fingers started caressing your gem below.

Your head began to spin with pleasure and feeling like you were about to cum, you turned your head to look at Zayne.

— What a whore you are, – he whispered, looking at your red face, at your bitten lips, at the saliva dripping from the corner of your lips, at your eyes that were clouded with desire.

Zayne's body pressed you against the door harder as his hips crashed into you. Suddenly, he slowed down and you wanted to beg for more, flinching at the fact that he interrupted your orgasm, but his lips quickly met yours.

Absorbed in the sensations that flooded your body, you didn't immediately hear voices outside the door.

Breaking the kiss, Zayne looked into your teary eyes and smiled, pressing his finger to his lips.

Breathing heavily, you barely nodded, moving your ass.

One of Zayne's arms wrapped around your waist and the other was back down. The fingers, having found the clitoris, began to circle around it, which made your body twitch with pleasure.

— Did you hear that today will be the awarding of the prize of the year? – a man's voice sounded nearby.

Unable to think, you didn't care about uninvited guests. You were too hungry and you had everything you wanted.

Zayne's hips picked up speed, slamming mercilessly against her cervix. His fingers gripped you tightly until your legs began to buckle from the speed.

— Yes, and Dr. Zayne will receive the award,— said the other sadly.

The voices grew louder. They seemed to be walking down the corridor towards the dressing room.

— Did you see the queen he came with today? — asked the third voice, changing the subject.

Fingers danced to the general beat, caressing your clit as the voices drew closer.

— Zayne,— you whispered softly, scratching at the bathroom door.

He hissed in your ear, silencing you. Only a soft whimper escaped your lips.

— Did you hear that? – asked the voice behind the door. – I thought someone was crying in the restroom?

You and Zayne froze for a second, but he immediately thrust into you roughly, forcing another soft whimper out of your lips and your hand immediately covering your mouth, stifling another moan.

— Did you hear?!

A soft knock was heard from the other side of the door.

— Are you all right? — the man asked in confusion.

Zayne removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your wrist, forcing your hand away from your lips. Casting a pleading look at him, you met his lustful, longing gaze. Letting out another strangled moan, you spoke hoarsely.

— Yes, everything is fine, don– ah, don't worry.. mh...– the fingers found your clitoris again, which made you moan softly.

—Are you sure miss? – the man behind the door did not calm down.

— Yes, please! – whether it was a response to him, or whether it was Zayne's response to his frantic rhythm, you couldn't know for sure.

— Okay then… – confused by this, the man moved away from the door and, whispering with the others, continued down the corridor.

— Such a dirty whore, – Zayne hissed in his ear, burning him with his hot breath.

— Zayne, please... Ah, I'll soon... I gonna cum soon, – barely saying it, you felt tears fall from your eyes.

— You're ruining your makeup, princess, – his lips touched your neck, leaving a wet mark on your skin. – I'll make sure you cum, I promise.

Groaning softly, you nodded. The hand released your waist and was already firmly pressing your wrist against the door. His hips pounded against you, driving his cock deep inside you. Your viscous juices covered every inch of him and dripped onto your panties.

— Yes, yes, mh! Please! – you whimpered, trying to control your moans.

— Keep the noise down,— Zayne reminded, feeling your cunt squeeze inside him.

Gritting his teeth at how tight it was and how your muscles were contracting, Zayne continued to move.

Your eyes rolled with pleasure, and a wave of orgasm passed through your whole body like lightning. In the first seconds of orgasm, not a single sound came from your lips, but soon you couldn't control yourself anymore.

— Zayne, damn, ah! P-please! Ahh!... — your voice, hoarse with excitement, echoed loudly in the dressing room.

— Fuck, – hearing your moans, Zayne also couldn't control himself anymore.

He abruptly pulled out of you and, turning your face towards him, made you fall to your knees with one movement.

Trembling from orgasm, you only had time to open your lips, swollen from bites, when a wet and hot cock slipped between them and in one sharp movement plunged straight to your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes again as the tip of your nose touched Zayne's groin.

With a stifled moan, he pulled it halfway out to enter his full length again.

— How warm... How nice to fuck you in your mouth, princess, – Zayne said hoarsely, placing his hands on your head, messing up your hair. — Take everything, to the last drop.

Breathing heavily, you could barely see his face through your tear clouded gaze as the hot and viscous liquid poured straight down your throat. Closing your eyes, you swallowed everything he gave you. Every last drop was in your mouth as Zayne pulled out his cock. A thin strip of saliva stretched behind the head to the lips.

Sitting on your feet, you looked at him with a loving look, still breathing heavily. Licking your lips, you swallowed the last drops of his semen and covered your eyes with a smile.

— Love you, – you whispered, feeling your head start to spin.

— How are you, princess? – hastily hiding his cock and fastening the button, Zayne crouched in front of you, lifting your head by your chin.

— I… – you whispered, looking into his eyes. – Satisfied.

Shaking his head, he laughed quietly.

— I'm glad about that, but… – pulling out a napkin from his pocket, he touched the corner of your cheek. – If we plan to return to the hall, you need to get yourself in order...

— Do I look scary? – you asked, letting Zayne take care of you.

— Well, – he shrugged, clearing his throat. — It's like… You look like I fucked you a few minutes ago

Frowning, you put your hand on his shoulder and standing up, you walked over to the mirror on weak legs. Your eyes widened when you saw what happened to your face.

Mascara ran down your cheeks in black rivers, and Zayne's attempts to wipe away the black marks only made it worse by smearing them. Your eyelashes were stuck together from tears and the marks of mascara on your eyelids looked scary.

Whining, you looked at Zayne's reflection in the mirror.

— What? – he looked at you in response.

His face showed nothing but his usual seriousness.

— I'm scared now! – sobbing, you looked at yourself in the mirror again.

— No, you're not, – Zayne said, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, covering your eyes with his free hand. – Don't look.

— But how can I get back now? – your fingers touched his hand, forcing it to go down.

Your gaze landed on Zayne again.

— You didn't take any cosmetics with you from home? – he asked, touching the curve of your neck with his lips.

— Hmm... – looking into the mirror through your eyelashes, you furrowed your eyebrows. – I took it, but my purse remained in the hall...

— Let me bring it to you? – Zayne asked, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

— Yeah, that would be great, – nodding, you watched as your companion let go of you and was about to leave the restroom, when suddenly you stopped him. – Wait.

— What? – he froze and, turning his head towards you, kept his hand on the lock.

Approaching him, you tried not to look into his eyes, being ashamed of how you looked. Almost resting against his chest, you bit your lip, feeling his watchful gaze on you.

— You're a doctor and your reputation should be clean, – you said, zipping up his pants.

— Princess, – his fingers took your chin and lifting your head, he gave you the softest kiss he could. – You are too good for me.

Blushing, you looked away and stepped back from him, waving your hand. – Go and bring me my purse.

Smiling, he watched as you took off your wet panties with a blush on your face and, throwing them on the vibrator in the sink, straightened your dress. 

— Maybe we'll be here for a while. – smiling, he turned the lock, closing the door again. 

— Zayne! 

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[steddieas-shegoes]

stay for a while

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is being late to work' and for @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up event for Valentine's Day

rated e | 815 words | tags: post-sex afterglow, dirty talk, established relationship, domestic fluff

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"You gotta go faster," Steve panted.

"I'm not the one riding me, sweetheart," Eddie replied, equally out of breath.

"Put your back into it."

So Eddie gripped Steve's hips and put his back into it.

When Steve collapsed on top of him, Eddie's cum coating both of their stomachs, they both sighed.

This was the first time they'd managed to have sex in nearly a week. Their schedules were awful lately, and any time they did manage to spend together was usually asleep.

But Steve managed to wake up before his alarm this morning and Eddie was already naked and hard and one thing led to another...

"I'm gonna be late if I don't get up and shower," Steve sighed.

He loved his job as a guidance counselor, but the early mornings sucked. Especially when Eddie didn't have to be at work most days until nine.

Maybe he could call in sick or something today.

"I could join you..." Eddie's teeth nipped his neck teasingly. "Work you up while you wash your hair. Suck you off until you can't feel your legs. Maybe fill you up again and lick you clean."

If Steve's cock wasn't trapped between them, it probably would have given a valiant effort at getting hard again.

"Babyyyyy."

"What?" Eddie kissed his jaw. "I just wanna make up for all the time we've missed this week."

"I know," Steve sat up and looked down at Eddie's sweat-slick chest. "It'll be better next week. I won't be on afternoon pick-up duty and won't have senior meetings to go to."

"And I won't be stuck at the studio with this fuckin' singer who thinks I don't have a life outside of him and his lackluster songwriting skills."

Steve smirked. "Tell me how you really feel."

"I would, but I wouldn't wanna ruin the afterglow, Stevie. You look fuckable."

"I look fucked. There's a difference," Steve leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Not to me," Eddie pouted. "I could fuck you again. Real quick. Won't even know I'm there."

Steve snorted. "Why are you so horny this morning, Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame him. I just always want you. You're like a potato chip: one is never enough."

"Wow. What a line. I'm melting into a puddle," Steve's monotone voice was interrupted by Eddie's loud laugh. "I'm gonna go shower before you try something."

"But...we still have 30 minutes before you have to go."

Steve glanced at the clock, jumping up and yelping when he realized Eddie hadn't even pulled out all the way yet. "Shit!"

"What?"

"I have a senior meeting this morning! I have less than ten minutes!"

Steve tripped getting out of the bed, his legs still wobbly from riding Eddie for the last 15 minutes.

"Reschedule it!" Eddie yelled after him as Steve ran into the bathroom and started the shower. "Call in sick."

"Not happening! It's Hannah; She's freaking out about college applications as if she won't get in everywhere she applies and if I cancel, she'll spiral," Eddie made his way into the shower as Steve spoke, nodding along to his words, but focused mostly on the way the water was dripping down his body as he rushed to wash his hair. "And then I have a faculty meeting with the rest of the counselors to discuss how we'll implement the new afterschool senior study group because the school board said we can't legally call it a study group unless it's 100% sanctioned by the students, which is just incredibly stupid and also not even remotely important! Like, we're just trying to make sure they can pass their finals, why does it matter what we call it?"

Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve's lips softly, just enough of a brush against them to make him pause.

"Sorry," Steve sighed. "Didn't mean to ramble."

"You know I love when you do, Stevie," Eddie smiled at him, grabbing the shampoo bottle from the shelf to get started on his own hair. "I just hate seeing you so stressed. Kinda wanna help relieve that stress some more."

"Baby, I love you, but if you touch my dick right now, I will murder you."

"Ouch," Eddie clutched his hand to his chest. "Straight to murder over a little handjob in the shower?"

"If that's what has to be done for me to get to work on time."

Eddie sighed. "Fine. I won't touch you. But I'm gonna be sad all day about the lost moments we could've shared."

Steve finished rinsing off the soap on his body and turned to give Eddie a quick peck on the lips. "We can share some moments tonight. Promise."

"Okay, okay. Get out before you're late."

Steve was still late for work, but mostly because he still insisted on packing Eddie's lunch while he was in the shower finishing up. No job was more important than that.

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[huexuri]

⋆ txt members : txt and use of sex toys! ⋆

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: fem!reader, dom (or) sub reader/txt depending in scenario, sex toys, masturbation, mentions of insecurity, pet names (whore, mommy, good boy, good girl, brat, baby etc), exhibitionism, overstim, cnc, cunnilingus, fingering, i got carried away in gyu's, hella possessive gyu, slight SLIGHT angst in kais?? bc he's insecure as shit, tell me if there's more

note: this is a reply to my anon inbox asking for ot5 content!! (not a fic like you asked, bc i'm not comfy writing about a fivesome) but just wanted to make it a separate post bc i need to b able to edit my post in case of some careless mistake.... ALSO THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG WTF OMG HELP

⊹ yeonjun 🦊 : remote controlled vibrator

:: dom!yeonjun would be most likely to use a remote controlled vibrator on you — especially in public.

:: you'd be so prideful in your ability to keep quiet in public before you both leave the house, then be quivering in your seat in the middle of a restaurant with your panties soaking wet, hoping you didn't leave a stain on the seats ...

:: yeonjun would have so much fun, suddenly turning the sensitivity level to high when you least expect it — earning a soft but restrained whimper from you as you try your best not to squirm any more.

:: "you don't want to humiliate yourself, do you now? keep.., quiet." yeonjun would whisper in your ear, as if that didn't turn you on any more.

:: when you get so sensitive that at this point your swollen clit practically aches for release, a little squeeze on his bicep is enough to notify him that you're close. only then would yeonjun turn off the vibrator so you wouldn't... well, cum everywhere on the middle of the sidewalk.

:: "what happened to being able to handle it, huh?" yeonjun would tease, "the fact that all eyes are on you really turns you on, doesn't it? you whore~" he would continue, and you know yourself that it's true.

:: the painfully obvious sight of you trying to keep your composure as you walk around a shopping mall with all these strangers that would be the first to see if you came in your pants would give yeonjun even more excitement to use the machine at his own will.

:: finally bringing you home after edging you for hours now, even a feather touch to your clit would get you squirting all over the place. when that's settled though, you'll finally get that cock that you deserve for handling your climax so well — and yeonjun would definitely reward his good girl, making this if already not, the best day you've ever had.

⊹ soobin 🐰 : fleshlight

:: sub!soobin who is never able to contain himself when he feels horny, who always has to find a way to touch himself. and you know this. so last year, you got him a birthday gift — a fleshlight which he could use to remind himself of you.

:: sometimes, when he doesn't realize you've came home, you'd catch him in his room whimpering and whining, followed by squelching noises which make it obvious what he's doing. he doesn't realize you can hear him — so he's not scared about being loud. but when you tell him the walls are thin, he gets all flustered, then forgets about it the next time he decides to play with himself.

:: when that happens, you waste no time barging in his room, catching him in the act. you've gone long enough rubbing your thighs to no avail.

:: he seems like he enjoys it when he's caught, that smug look on his face when he tries to act embarrassed. you then realize that he doesn't forget the walls are thin. he knows, and he wants you to do something about it.

:: "deciding to be such a brat, huh? if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've said so.." you'd coo, resulting in him and a bratty pout as if he'd done nothing wrong.

:: he'd regret being such a brat when you're soon kneeling in between his legs and pumping his shaft at almost light speed using his own fleshlight,, even if he'd much be preferring the real deal hugging his cock.

:: "aah—fuck—mommy.... m-mommy, please!! please i-i— too fast, t-too... haaa... 'm a good boy—s-ssorry i pppromise i—" he'd stutter and beg,,, in between squirms and hiccups of his "anguish" you found.. cute.

:: he'd learn from his mistakes, only after you finally let him cum by the time his tip is glossy and glowing painfully red, with a gradient down to his shaft that is quite the contrary — pale and swollen and twitching while his beads of his tears well up at the corner of his eyes, that being bratty would bring him nowhere but begging for the thing that he'd first hoped for — the thing that could've came first if he had just behaved..

⊹ beomgyu 🐻 : vibrator

:: dom!gyu who would get jealous seeing you go on call with one of your guy friends — headset on and all, so you don't realize when he sneaks under your desk and pushes your shorts to the left to reveal nothing underneath.

:: realizing that something's touching you, frantically putting down your headset with a quick "gimme a minute" leaves you to the sight of your boyfriend gyu with your vibrator in hand as you fist his fluffy hair.

:: "the fuck are you—" "nothing, baby. continue playing with that guy you wanna ride so badly." beomgyu cuts you off as he slides a tongue into your pussy before you can even say anything else. "i-it's not like that, come on what the—" "shush, put your headset back on." you got interrupted again.

:: obeying him, you try to put your headset back on without squirming every second. but you don't realize he would soon end up face in front of your knees, flicking your clit up and down like a light switch with his tongue and fingers curled up inside you.

:: you're trying so damn hard to stay quiet. so awfully quiet that even your boy best friend asks you what's up, and when you're about to answer, you— "f-fffuck—"

:: "u-uhm,, nothing, i'm just —f-ffocused,," you mutter out into your mic. but how can you fucking focus when now gyu's tongue is thrusting in and out of you as he strokes your already swollen clit up and down with the vibrator head?

:: "sorry, bro, afk for a second." you quickly speak into the microphone of your headset before slamming it down on the table and squirming till your vocal cords feel like sandpaper.

:: "gyu, gyu, f-fuck i'm,, 'm sorry i— oh fuck, fuck ffu—c-cumming, cumming,, shit,,,!!" you fist the hair of your petty boyfriend beneath your feet — he's now practically like,, painting your clit with your own slick, the vibrator acting like the paintbrush. his fingers ram in and out of you, and he still hasn't made any sound.

:: "don't talk to anyone but me, you fucking—ngh—got it?" he growls, his raspy voice so apparent as his brown doe eyes glisten up at you, but he still seems so intimidating.

:: spamming the shit out of your "end call" button on your screen without explanation, you finally release all over him; your vision turns white for a split second before he slowly winds down the sensitivity of the vibrator and throws it aside — fingers sliding out of you, covered in your arousal.

:: "you're mine, and i'll make you remember that." gyu exhales as he stands up from under your desk, licking your juices off his fingers before dragging you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. you couldn't even mutter a "mhm" because of how fast everything went by.

:: all you know, is that you never want to make gyu jealous again.

⊹ taehyun 🐿️ : dildo

:: sub!taehyun who has always been unconfident in his ability to make you feel good — he still thinks about the words that his ex had said to him, saying that he's terrible in bed, so he gets you a dildo to use on you.

:: no matter how many times you try to convince him that he'll do fine, he always denys it, and instead during heated times he rams your pussy with the dildo he'd gotten you. it definitely feels good, but deep down you know that the real deal would definitely feel way better than some stupid plastic cock.

:: especially the size of him, way bigger and girthy. the times where he'd stroke his cock with his head back infront of you as you ride that dildo facing him, both of you imagining that you're linked with each other — but taehyun just can't stop thinking that he's the problem, even if you tried helping him.

:: "taehyun," you sighed as you paused the video you were both watching on the tv.

:: "yes, baby?" he'd reply.

:: crawling over to straddle him, you'd shush him when he tries to question anything. "i'm sick of you not having confidence in yourself, taehyun.." you cleared your throat, "just let me do the work. you know you want it too..." the sides of your lips turned upwards as he was still hesitant — but you could already feel his erection that wasn't there 3 minutes ago, pressing up against the silk of your panties.

:: only a few minutes later,, you're bouncing up and down on his cock, praising him over and over again, cooing about how good he feels inside you, how good of a boy he is, how cute he looks—

:: "sshit, am i doing a good j-job? fuck, pretty... it feels s-ssso.. so fuckin' good...." taehyun whimpers, still feeling as if he isn't good enough.

:: "don't bother to ask baby, w-whoever said you're not good in bed is prob—pprobably out of their–mmh...mind.." you hastily replied as you fist his shirt, crinkling in the palm of your hand.

:: "fuck, baby ple—please,, keep going, i'm...i'm gonna—" taehyun huffs.

:: "pill, pill taehyun, go ahead and cum for me dirty boy, fuck fuck fuck,," you pick up your pace, your head throws back, his hips buck up into you, and your vision flashes white, taehyun holds on to your wrist, "i'm cumming, 'm c-ccumming—"

:: after that day, you don't think that dildo is gonna be useful anymore when you finally have him all to yourself.

⊹ hueningkai 🐧 : vibrator

:: sub!hyuka who always covered up his pretty face with his favourite hoodie during lives.. and you've noticed this, whenever you hop on to weverse to watch any of their lives, he's either hiding himself with his hair, his hoodie, or subtly complaining about his looks. it hurts you a bit inside to realize that he's insecure. because how can such a pretty person think of themselves that way? hopping off the live, you wait for kai to come back home and decide you want to help him ease his mind and feel better about himself.

:: both of you are on the bed and you get ready to suggest ideas. you originally thought of bringing him to eat bingsu, or watching a movie together while cuddling, bunched up in his favourite comforter. but imagine the surprise that flushes over you when he mutters a little "vibrator..?" so soft you nearly miss it.

:: your eyes widening, "s-sorry what?" you cleared your throat, looking at him with a look of disbelief.

:: "vibrator... please." kai looked up at you with glossy, nearly teary eyes. "it's just... please don't get mad at me, i really need to let go of my worries, and—"

:: "shh, kai. if that's what you really need i'll do that for you, okay? let me do all the work for you, you deserve it." you smiled at him before wiping the beads of tears off the corner of his eyes. he simply nodded at you, returning a grateful smile.

:: pulling down his pants, vibrator in hand, you lie chest down in-between his thighs and face facing his shaft — you slowly bring the vibrator to his cock head, earning a little squirm of pleasure from kai.

:: "t-thank you, you don't know how much i needed this, i— all i needed was to destress, i'm s-so happy,, fuck... haa... it feels good.." kai rasps.

:: "you're so pretty, hyuka. you've such a pretty face, pretty nose, ethereal body, please don't ever doubt yourself my love." you exclaimed on his cock, gliding the vibrator up and down and under his length as you lay a tongue on his slit, collecting his precum.

:: "you really mean t-hat?" hyuka sighs at the feeling of your wet tongue drawing circles around his tip.

:: "of course i mean it, pretty." you said before you lowered your lips down halfway his shaft, the other half occupied by the vibrator, coating your spit around him evenly.

:: "mmh... shit.... it's so good, fuck." his cock twitches inside your mouth, and you know that kai's climax is coming to it's peak. giving light kisses up and around his upper half of his shaft, you lead the vibrator, dragging it up towards his moist swollen tip and tipping it to an angle where it forces the vibration all the way down his cock, and with a heavy moan, that was enough for him to bust all over your lips and coat the vibrator in it's white.

:: "shit,,.." kai sighs. "i love you." he continues.

:: you don't say anything but respond by crawling over to his chest and kissing him on the lips, making him taste himself on you.

:: letting go of the kiss, "promise me you love yourself like i love you?" you exclaimed.

:: "promise." kai smiled.

#xuri writes #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #hueningkai smut #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai hard thoughts #yeonjun scenarios #soobin scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #taehyun scenarios #hueningkai scenarios #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

[sergle]

has the huggable twee irritation always been a Thing or did it evolve in response to like, "you're not ugly. i'd fuck you" type comments? like in your personal experience

god, I'm not well spoken enough to describe it exactly the way it Registers In My Brain... but like. It's not the "you're not ugly, I'd fuck you" genre, and that type of comment is so easy to immediately dismiss because it always comes from a certain type of man, and it's like yeah yeah, I could throw a sandwich and you'd fuck it before it hit the floor. But also, that one's so specific, it's a bottom-of-the-barrel "compliment" that dudes will give when a woman has actively said something about feeling like she's unattractive.

The HUGGABLE THING. The oooh squishy marshmallow somft huggable mom shaped 🥺🥰 She looks like she gives GREAT HUGS. Those comments are UNPROMPTED. I'm immediately like. Every keyword you say, I kill another hostage. I will blow up this whole building and everyone in it. Because it is SO FUCKING WEIRD. And I have heard it one million times. And I see it on every drawing of a character who's even remotely plus sized. These comments would not fly for a thinner person, they'd be rightfully received as weird. People aren't gonna comment on a picture of Ariana Grande going omg she's sooo huggable mom friend shaped. WHAT. Simultaneously are desexualized and sanitized to a weird degree in that uwu language way, WHILE also being creepy. Like, why are you describing what you think I'd feel like if you hugged me? Like the only positive thing you can think of to say is that I look like I have some give. As strangers. I'm not going to hug you, I think you're a creep and I think you're giving yourself a big pat on the back for complimenting a fat person. What are we doing I'm arguing at the air. Where am I And you're just supposed to go oh thank you that's so nice, because as a fat person, you gotta take whatever compliment you get, even if it is actually not a compliment. And that's the thing, there are SO MANY ACTUAL COMPLIMENTS TO PICK FROM. But people settle on huggable and somft. Was this person pretty? Were they hot? You could say gorgeous? Handsome, beautiful? Elegant? Stunning? Sharp? Sexy? Stylish? Are you trying to say that you're attracted to this person's body? Are we being horny? Do you think they just look nice in general? Can't we think of anything else to say? Or are we just gonna sit here and say they fuckin look like Santa Claus. Huggable like a pillow. Girl what the fuck

#every time I see or hear it my eyes roll so far back in my head that I can look at my thoughts #I accepted about a thousand of these compliments as haha thank you before I gave up on pretending I think it's a compliment at all #people say this shit ALL THE TIME and I KNOWWWWWWWWWW I'm not the only bitch who hates it. #I hear this from others too. I'm not completely insane right here #or maybe I am. FUCK AUGH #can someone explain it BETTER AND LESS LENGTHY #sergle answers #People don't say any of the outdated plus sized compliments anymore either. you only hear them from old men #Like I would rather be called full figured or curvaceous or a whole lotta woman before I get called MOM FRIEND SHAPED??????????????? #what's that post.I'm going to kill myself in front of you and forever change the trajectory of your life #It would be different to be described as soft by like a partner. combined with compliment-compliments. like yeah you OBVIOUSLY know #what I feel like

[wallfl0wer-babe]

Interesting Solution (Keigo x AFABReader) 18+

18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content Warning- Unprotected sex, filmed sex, praise, dirty talk, creampie, rough sex, squirting

Synopsis: After a video of you and Hawks having sex is leaked Keigo decides that the best way to respond is to make and post a video yourselves.

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You took a deep breath to calm your nerves as you checked your appearance in the mirror, admiring the way the lacy red lingerie hugged your curves so perfectly.

When Keigo had first proposed the idea to film and upload a porn video of the two of you, you had thought the stress from the scandal had finally gotten to him. The two of you had spent the past several days avoiding going out into public after someone had somehow gotten footage of the two of your having sex in his office and uploaded it to several porn sites. The Commission had gotten it taken down as soon as they learned about it, the problem was every time it was got taken down it would immediately be re-uploaded and the user who uploaded it was untraceable. It was certainly not the way you had wanted your relationship with Keigo to be made public.

The original video was leaked for the sole purpose of humiliating the both of you, so here you and Keigo were proving their failure by filming a video of your own. Despite Keigo's constant reassurance you were still a bit nervous about the repercussions, which led you to fighting against anxiety and insecurities in the bathroom.

"You doing ok in there, pretty bird?" Keigo asked through the door, with a small knock to announce he was coming in. He whistled at your appearance, admiring the way the lingerie complimented your body. "Damn you look sexy~" He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"You ready?" The look of hesitation the flashed across your face had him tilting your head back to meet his gaze. "We don't have to do this, you know?" His concern and tenderness allowed you to shake away your worries. "I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous is all." He raised his eyebrow. "You sure?" You gave him a soft smile and kissed his chin, the stubble tickling your lips. "I'm sure, besides I'd hate to be the one to ruin this cocky bastard image you've created for yourself." Keigo laughed and scooped you into his arms, carrying you over to your shared bed. "The world wouldn't be able to cope with such a tragedy." He cut off your laugh with a passionate kiss, pinning your body to the bed.

After a few minutes of the kiss, which left your lips bruised, Keigo finally pulled away to give the both of you a chance to breath. "You do realize we're not filming yet?" You teased, earning a smirk and quick peck from him. "I'll let you have that one for free since you dressed up all pretty for me." You rolled your eyes with a huff, your eyes trailing over every camera in the room. "It's just so we can get several different angles, though I'm sure you'll look sexy in every one of them." He said, ignoring your questioning gaze. "I think you're a little too prepared for someone who just came up with the idea yesterday." Keigo's feathers briefly flittered at your statement, something he instinctually did whenever he was nervous.

"Whatever, just turn the cameras on so we can fuck already." You whined, too horny to care about the details. "So needy" Keigo laughed, crawling over you and activating the camera's with a remote. Keigo immediately captured your lips in another passionate kiss, flipping the two of you over so you were the one on top.

Pushing your thong to the side he rubbed his fingers between your pussy lips. "Such a wet pussy, so ready to ride my dick~" Keigo delivered a light slap to ass, his cock twitching at the way the fat jiggled against the palm of his hand. "Take these off for me." He demanded, tugging at the thong and unclipping the bra. He watched with lust clouded eyes as you removed the lingerie, eagerly shoving down his boxers to release his throbbing cock as you did. "Fuck look at you sexy girl, ready for me to impale you on this thick cock?~" You responded with a shy nod only to receive a rough slap on your bare ass. "Answer me properly, do you want me to stuff that tight cunt?" You whimpered, biting back the embarrassment. "Please Hawks~ I need your cock so bad, please fill up my slutty pussy and pump it full with your cum~" Keigo groaned, pulling your hips to hover over his meaty raw cock. "That's it sexy girl, take this fat cock like the slut you are!" You shrieked as he forced you down onto his entire girthy shaft, filling you just like you had begged for. He grunted at the way your pussy swallowed his inches, the plush walls wrapping snugly around his sizable dick.

After taking a brief moment to let you adjust to considerable size Keigo started to buck into you with powerful and aggressive thrusts. "Fuck, I love this tight cunt, god it milks my cock perfectly-Oh fuck!" You began to bounce on his cock, meeting his harsh thrusts that hammered at your cervix and stimulated all the sweet spots that left you seeing stars.

Keigo began to massage your sensitive nub, hissing as you dragged your nails down his chest because of the unexpected extra stimulation. "God, baby bird, the way your pussy is devouring my cock is driving me insane-shit!" Your pussy fluttered around his cock, at the feeling of him lightly pinching your clit. "Haw... ah Hawwkkss...plea..pleaasseee ahh~" You were teetering on the edge of your climax, ecstasy just barely out of reach. "Does my slutty girl need to cum?" Keigo teased, pulling his thumb away from your swollen nub. Your eyes watered from the loss of the stimulation, desperate for release. "Don't cry baby bird, I'll give you what you need."

He used one of his feathers to stroke your clit, pulling and squeezing your perky nipples between his rough fingers. You tossed your head back at the sensation, your eyes rolling back into your skull as pleasure raked over your body. "That's it pretty bird squirt all over this cock~" Your body shuddered in ecstasy as your fluids coated Keigo's abs. "Oh fuck, that's it sexy...shit I'm gonna stuff this cunt so good~"

His harsh pace turned animalistic, rutting into you frantically, overtaken with the need to flood your tight pussy with his seed. In your fucked out state, still panting and recovering from orgasm, you grabbed onto his wings for purchase. Keigo let out a string of groans, tightly gripping onto your hips as he held you down on his twitching cock, the bulbous head pressing into your bruised and sore cervix while his strong grip prevented you from moving away. He nuzzled into you neck as he emptied his heavy load inside you, letting out a chirp of satisfaction at the way your greedy pussy swallowed his cum. "Shit pretty bird, take that cum...oh fuck that wombs just stuffed with my seed ain't she? Shiiittt!~" With one final shallow thrust he pulled his softening cock out of your sensitive pussy, stuffing the creamy cum the dribbled from it back in with his fingers.

Tired and cock drunk you collapsed on his chest, watching him fumble for the camera's remote through hooded eyes. He rubbed your back and captured your lips in a sloppy and passionate kiss.

After coming down from his high he walked over to the bathroom and filled the tub with water, pouring in some of your favorite bath salts. After the bath was ready he carried your sweaty and worn out body over to it and gently laid you inside with a kiss to your forehead and the back of your hand. "You relax pretty bird, I'll take care of the rest." You hummed in response, sinking into the warm water and inhaling the scent of the bath salts. Keigo smiled before returning to the bedroom and pulling out his computer.

By the time your had finished your bath and walked out wrapped in a fluffy towel he had already edited the video and uploaded it to several porn sites and was now replacing the sheets and blankets for the bed. You gave him a soft kiss on the cheek as thanks and slipped on a pair of panties, throwing one of Keigo's shirts over your head before joining him in the freshly made bed. "You enjoy your bath pretty bird?" You hummed, snuggling into his bare chest while he wrapped a muscled arm around your body. Thinking of a way to convince you to do more videos in the future.

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Dabi desperately fisted his cock to the video Hawks had uploaded titled 'Enjoy The Show Bastards. When he had leaked a video of you and Hawks fucking he had no idea this would be the outcome, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He may not have succeeded in humiliating you and Hawks, but at least he got some new fap material out of it. He was tempted to release another porn video of the two of you in hopes it would have the same erotic results.

#+18 content #fanfiction #no minors allowed #reader insert #smut #minors do not interact #bnha #mha #bnha hawks #hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami #takami keigo #hawks smut #keigo x reader

[sailorblossoms]

(some stuff about the perception of Simon and sex and horniness)

I've hinted at this (and maybe have even just said it, can't remember) in the past but now I'm just gonna say bluntly it because well, I use this blog to rant, and who gives a shit, this is long enough nobody will pay attention to it anyway. (This rant is brought to you by "anyone can do whatever they want obviously but I can't help but wonder... do people think this is actually in character? why?”)

Canonically, Simon is horny. He shows high libido. Canonically, these things are centered on Baz. "Baz is the only person I have ever wanted," he thinks in the context of thinking about having sex. "Maybe I'm some kind of Baz-sexual," he says, in the context of thinking about sexual attraction ("Maybe I'm only sexually attracted to Baz," he's saying.) And sure, libido is a separate thing from attraction, but good ol' Simon still centers both things on Baz...

I have no idea where the idea Simon would be the type to sleep around comes from, or why that idea is more often associated him than Baz (which I have wondered when considering "people think character is hot and so the people just want to see character fuck" – a tale as old as time, which is something I get, as opposed to "this is in character," which I do not). To be clear: I don't have anything against characters who enjoy a life of slutdom, I think such characters can be very fun to read, ya boy here likes erotica novels, etc. My specific issue is that I don't get where the idea Simon is the type comes from, and when picking up everything he's putting down, it kinda feels like a disservice? Like we're taking someone who challenges expectations, who moved past them because they were limiting and insufficient to help him understand himself, and... confining him to certain expectations, anyway?

This is someone who's not even comfortable wearing pajamas outside of the room he shares with Baz (very telling, that). He's not the type to even go into the bathroom to masturbate (no appeal to it if you don't know what you're into or what type of touch you even tolerate, anyway). He's not someone who will be down to get naked (while fully conscious and willing) in front of someone he doesn't, at the very least, know and trust. His one sexual experience outside of Baz is described as something he didn't actually want to do, as something he felt he had to do because “that's just what happens” when you have been dating someone for a long time.

I know "character is good at sex" is a logical continuation to "I want to see hot character fuck" but the idea that Simon would be good at sex in general, based on what he does... would he, really? I mean, it's perfectly fine if he's not. He has no reason to be! He has never done anything without any sort of guidance. Simon shares "the talk" he had didn't cover the truly important things, and we see him discovering "the point" and appeal of sex (for him) with Baz in real time (as closeness and intimacy). "He's good with his hands" – personally, I don't think knowing how to incapacitate, decapitate, or break someone's neck would translate into "knows how to touch someone in a way that's even remotely pleasurable." I would think those type of touches require a different set of skills, but that's just me. I mean, if you think about it, Baz describes Simon's hands as "being everywhere" as in, Simon wants so much he can't decide how to touch him, but also, he doesn't even know how to touch him. Simon jumps Baz like an animal in heat (literally dry humping him in the library!). Sometimes, Baz can get aroused by Simon in spite of the way Simon touches him (because is Simon). Simon is so rough he's bashing Baz's head against a bookcase at some point, probably without realizing (which makes sense for a fighter who has only ever know how to touch violently) (also, some scenes have made me wonder whether Simon, in his eagerness and without realizing, is grabbing and biting and pushing hard enough that if Baz was a regular human, he probably would just find painful).

I think it makes the most sense that Simon would struggle like this. It makes him relatable! Sex starts to be good between Simon and Baz when they start communicating. Sex is good for Simon when he's pleasing Baz, which is also about Baz and his feelings for him, specifically. I don't know how that turned into "sex is good for him when he's pleasing someone, anyone" – those are very different things! That there are areas in his life where he cared about what others thought and wanted to fulfill expectations doesn't mean that would translate into the sexual area, there are other things that would factor into it. This is someone who never once thinks about his cock unless it's close to or in contact with Baz's person. The entirety of his desire, of sex being good or enjoyable for him, of wanting to please (linked to wanting to take care of/make Baz happy) is all centered on Baz. Simon ties desire and the appeal of sex to intimacy with the person he's in love with. There's nothing fucking casual about Simon when it comes to sex and romance, even before he properly identifies those feelings and who he actually has those feelings for. ("I think I'm going to marry the first person I've ever dated" – you couldn't get any further from "casual" with that shit, even if he didn't really believe it was going to happen because he thought he would die, which is also not casual). "But Simon doesn't think––" he thinks a whole fucking lot, actually! He avoids processing, but everything is already inside of him, waiting for him to have the tools to process it and understand it. It's already on his radar. That doesn't necessarily translate into "enjoying casual sex" either.

And then there's horniness. Being horny doesn't mean one would turn to sex. Simon is insanely horny, but not in general... he's horny for Baz. And even then, horniness didn't always mean he was trying to have sex with him, or that he even knew what he wanted to do with it. By awtwb he's very much jumping Baz in a sexual way when he's horny, but Simon literally tells you "when I was horny for Baz, I used to pick fights with him." Before getting together with Baz (and even when he's with him) trying to blow off steam for Simon meant going to activities that are not at all sexual. Perhaps practicing with his sword until he gets tired. Picking fights, as mentioned. Getting moody and irritable and bitchy. As I said, he's not the type to ever even felt comfortable masturbating (being sexual) before he's thinking about how much he wants to cum on Baz. This is a "going to a late night run" type of person, a "engage in a form of combat to not feel so stressed" type of person, not a "casual sex enjoyer" or "one night stands" type of person. He's way more likely to go out to pick fights with strangers than to try to pick up a stranger for literally anything else.

#there have been comments in my mentions that can only be explained as 'these people dont read' #because why are you telling those things to me specifically #like what part of my posts gave you the impression that i would agree #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #carry on #simon snow trilogy #simon x baz #baz x simon #baz grimm pitch #awtwb #wayward son

[soullessdianthus]

Could you make something with a reader having a stupid habit of flirting without noticing that they did and one day they moaned into bo's ear as a joke and could it have end up in smut

Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day! I hope you like it! ^u^ I'm sorry for the short length, to be honest I struggled lately to do literally anything, so haha

Warnings: smutty smut (praising, dirty talk?, sprinkles of mommy kink, save a horse, ride a cowboy yeehaw)

Word count: 1.7k

Summer heat was getting unbearable in the southern towns like Ambrose. Steamy air bouncing off the asphalt, burning wanderer’s feet through the layer of soles. Nonetheless, you valiantly made your way down the main road with a plastic package in your hands. 

You took a walk in a pastel sundress Bo had bought you some time ago. But only now was the right weather to wear it. 

The garage doors were elevated and his truck stood halfway in the workshop. Dark haired man was leaning above the opened mask of the vehicle as he wiped out oiled hands in a rug, hanging from his pocket. 

━ What on Earth are you doin’ outside during heat like that, doll? ━ He said surprised by your appearance at the gas station. You rarely visited him here. 

━ Lester told me, you’re staying in town today, so I’ve brought you some lunch.

━ Ain’tcha the cutest, huh? 

You placed the package with food on the metal counter and came closer to the mechanic, who looked at you from head to toe. His eyes often revealed many of his secrets, this time was no different. But somehow his specific, steamy thoughts slid past you.

In a delicate manner, almost briefly, your fingertips brushed the exposed flesh  of his biceps, as he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt that day.

Your hand shot up to touch him instinctively, didn’t think much about it - just a sign of affection. Almost like you forgot what a slightest touch does to him. This man was always horny.

━ Don’t overwork yourself, handsome. See you at the house.

And with a simple kiss on his clean shaven cheek you said your goodbyes, turned around on your heels and started to walk away. But for the rest of the sunny day his thoughts were occupied by the beautiful sighting of a woman in a skimpy dress he bought.

When the evening had finally come, bringing some solace from the scorching heat, so did Bo Sinclair returned home. You two ate dinner together and he even helped you clean the plates afterwards. 

The house on the hill was fully at your disposal, as Vincent preferred to stay at his workshop and the youngest brother went on a road trip. Whatever that meant. 

Bo sat down with a loud huff on a couch, a glass bottle of beer in his right hand. He was still wearing his coveralls he worked in, but the upper part was unbuttoned and tied up around his waist.

When you were done in the kitchen, you slowly walked up to the sofa and sat beside your boyfriend. One of Bo’s arms was lying on the backrest of the furniture, so you leaned into his shoulder searching for some affection. 

━ Could ya pass the remote, darlin’? ━ He asked kindly, before you settled in his arms. 

Quickly, but nicely you stood up from the cushions. Then while bending over to reach the pilot from the coffee table, the loud smack on your ass interrupted and made you whimper. You quickly straightened up and pulled the hem of the dress down.

━ Bo! 

━ What? Didn’t you do that on purpose? ━ He laughed in a flirty manner, after taking a sip from the bottle. Your face was flushed with blush, just like the place where he spanked you. 

━ What on Earth are you talking about? ━ You formed a question, sitting back at the spot you left a moment ago. He took the remote out of your hand and turned on the TV. 

━ Teasin’ me in that lil dress of yours, no? I could see your panties. Fuck, I could see everything. 

━ Then don’t look.

━ Don’t look? You fuckin’ wanted me to ━ with his free hand, Bo harshly grabbed the side of your exposed thigh. ━ After you showed up at gas station, barely wearing anything, I couldn’t focus on my truck anymore. And the noise you just made? Fuck, you’re a nasty thing. 

You leaned as close as you could to his ear and with a cheeky smirk on your lips, you whispered.

━ What sound? Like this?

A sensational, short and almost quiet moan escaped your parted lips, as you slightly grinded against his side. The first one was intentional, the second was just an accident. 

━ Oh, eager ain’tcha? ━ Bo very swiftly peeled off the couch and put the beer on the coffee table in front of him. Then he sat comfortably, spreading his legs apart. ━ Come, sit on my lap, darlin’. 

━ I was just joking.

━ I’m serious. Sit ━ he ordered strongly, patting on his toned thigh ━ sit and find out how worked up you made me. And take off your underwear, honey. 

Bo’s demanding tone made you weak in the knees. For a moment you were thinking about the situation you got yourself into - either Vincent or Lester could be back anytime, technically. But from the autopsy you knew, it’s not likely to happen. They all liked to spend some time alone.

Slowly you slid the panties down your legs, letting them fall onto the carpet. Bo’s trousers already formed a shape of tent near his crotch. Clumsily you straddled his lap, while his hands guided your hips down. 

━ See? Told ya, doll. 

He said, while you tried to ignore his member pressing into your thigh. 

━ Bo, I was only joking, really. Didn’t mean to-

━ No? Well, now ya have to take care of it, huh? You did this. 

Biting slightly on your lower lip you grinded against him a few painfully slow times. He let out a few muffled groans, digging his fingers into your skin through the material of the dress.

Bo pressed his lips against yours, stealing your breath. He was greedy and eager to taste you. The scent of yours mixed with the flavor of strawberry sorbet, sparkling champagne on his tongue. Oh, his sweet girl. 

The man unzipped his coveralls further and yanked them down to the half of his thigh. Beauregard’s actions became careless, mind focusing on one thing in particular - you. 

You lifted your hips from his body and helped him with lowering the boxers. Your fingers entangled around his shaft and began the sensational, gentle movements up and down the length. You leaned in the way that his hard cock was pressed against your stomach and your breasts almost spilled out of the dress’ cups - right into his face. 

━ I’m not sure if it’s gonna fit, sweet boy. You’re so- so big. ━ You whined into his face, thumb smearing the glossy liquid on his flushed tip. Bo tried with all of his strength to stay patient, but just couldn’t. He placed a soft kiss on your neck, before he spoke again. 

━ C’mon, mama, take it. 

You obediently guided his shaft between your wet folds, covered in arousal. And when it was positioned at your entrance, Bo’s hands found themselves in a strong grip again on your hips, making you take him entirely in a pace he wanted to. 

And that day he wasn’t patient especially, because he believed you teased him intentionally. Bo made you take him at once, forcing your mouth open and a set of pitch, short noises left your swollen lips.  

He pressed your hips all the way down until you sank on his plush thighs. You breathed heavily for a moment, before you got accustomed to his pulsating cock stretching your aching pussy.

━ That’s a good girl ━ blue eyed man lowered the cups of the sundress that they dug into the ribs, forcing each breasts out. Bo placed wet, sucking kisses on each one of them, leaving a trail of hickeys behind. 

And when you finally got comfortable, you climbed onto the heels of yours and began to roll your hips in a slow rhythm. At first, the movements were a long type of sway, well-thought-out all the way. 

But when Bo took a fist full of your loose hair and forced your neck into an angle that your spine arched - you couldn’t think straight anymore. 

Your tits bounced in a clumsy rhythm, while you were riding your lover boy. Sinclair lowered himself on the couch, comfortably resting his head on the backrest of the sofa. 

━ Bo, you must be so tired after work, huh? Oh, darling, let me help you. 

Your hands were propped against his chest, helping you to stay in division. As your mind was to cock-drunk to be thinking straight. 

Bo began to pump his hips upwards, when he began chasing his own release. Your mouth watered with a fresh portion of saliva, when the pornographic sounds of yours became louder. You were close too. 

Then he came back to the sitting position and entangled both of his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. Blue eyed mechanic kept his face buried into your neck. You could feel his heavy breath on your skin and the smell of his, which you adored so deeply. 

━ My sweet girl, takin’ such a good care of me. ━ Bo praised you between his groans, while his fingers began to circle your lower back. ━ Christ ━ he hissed through his teeth ━ I love you so much. 

━ I love too, Bo. 

With a couple more rolls of your hips, Bo reached his high and filled your needy cunt with his cum. You didn’t need much more invitations from him to climax too. You sank deeper on top of him and swayed a few, rough times. The pleasant warmth filled your body, a tickling sensation spreading through the lower abdomen. Sinclair trembled beneath you, still holding you secure in his grasp. 

Your hand slipped between your bodies and fixed the cups of the dress. Its hem sank over your thighs, covering all the private parts of you both.

When your lover rested his head upon your chest, your hands began to stroke his messy, dark hair in a comforting manner. His curls, you loved them. 

━ No more teasin’, alright? ━ Bo said after a moment of silence, collecting himself from his high. ━ I seriously couldn’t focus on that damn car.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #request #reader insert #slasher x reader

[reallyromealone]

The request got eaten in my drafts but this was requested by the talented @gaybitchfx

NSFW

+17

AGELESS BLOGS/BLANK BLOGS/ANYONE UNDER 17 AND FUJOSHIS

DO NOT INTERACT

I WILL BLOCK YOU

WARNING: degradation, rough sex, light bdsm I think, male reader, bottom reader, choking but lightly

Illumi rested his head on the headboard as (name) worshiped his cock, sucking the tip and fondling his balls and leaving kisses across the shaft.

Sometimes Illumi wondered if (name) did this for his pleasure or his own but he wasn't one to complain about having his husband wanting to suck his--"fucking slut..." Illumi hissed out as (name) deep throated his cock with no warning, nose pressed against his well managed pelvis.

Illumi didn't miss the moan that ripped from his husband's throat when he called him a slut by accident "hm? You like that? You like being your husband's slut?" Illumi asked almost condescendingly and watched (name)s back arch more "wonder what else you're into..." Illumi thought passively.

(Name) yelped as he was ripped off his husband's cock and had his face pressed against the mattress "'lumi?" (Name) asked confused and very horny as his husband was deathly silent "what are you-AH!" A firm swat to the ass ripped a moan from him, causing him to cum prematurely "fucking whore, who said you could cum before I said you could?"

"S-sorry..." (Name) babbled as his legs shook as he was barely able to keep himself up, causing his husband to grip him by the hips "too dumb to keep yourself up? Can't even think from one slap"

"I'm curious..."

(Name)s ass was already prepped from their... adventures in the bath so Illumi had no problems stretching the others ass out with his thumb and pushing his cock in, sliding in till he hit the hilt "big..."

"Probably ruined you for anyone else..."

The thing that got (name) the most was how passive he was with his words, tone never changing "surprised you're still tight, probably too loose for anyone else..."

"But you don't want anyone else, do you?"

"O-only you..."

"That's right, I own you" Illumi said before pistoning his cock into (name), hand wrapping around (name)s neck and pulling him up against his chest "say it" he whispered into his lovers ear "y-you own meee~" he slurred as Illumi fucked him senseless, body shaking as he could feel Illumis cock in his throat.

The bed shook as Illumi grunted slightly, (name) now flat into the bed as Illumi kept a hand between his shoulder blades and and fucked him like it was his life's mission.

SLAP

"Hn!"

"You close to cumming? Of course you are, I can feel you tightening up against me" Illumi hissed out "come on, ruin the sheets"

"Luuumiii~!" (Name) sobbed out as he shakily came, his cum squelching between his abdomen and the silk sheets "take what I give you" the black haired man said before cumming deep within (name), now groping the others ass cheeks as cum leaked out "good boy..."

(Name) was bleary as he felt Illumi lift him bridal style, only behind closed doors was he even remotely soft with his husband, kissing him softly as they took a bath--an actual bath not a bath that left Illumi a happy husband.

"Tomorrow we can see what else you enjoy"

(Name) was excited for tomorrow.

#hxh x reader #hxh x male reader #hxh smut #hunter x hunter x male reader #hunter x hunter x reader #illumi x reader #illumi x male reader #illumi zoldyck

[misshypnofascinated]

Remote control

'And wide awake!'

I blink. I don't want to be wide awake, I feel so good. I always feel good when we are talking, it comes with the trance. I feel the divide between my conscious and my subconscious. Something is up, and part of me is working hard to hide it from me. It is exciting!

You ask how I feel. Something tugs at the edge of my mind. I once had a response to that a time ago, one you planted, but it failed to come to my lips. Not all triggers work perfectly. Some fade, to be revisited later.

"I'm good, I feel good, thank you!"

You smile. I know that smile. I can see you are planning something, and I cannot wait to see what it is.

"You are up to something, aren't you?" I ask suspiciously.

'Who, me?'

"Yes, you. You act all innocent. But in the meantime, you are "

'Skip forward!'

I feel a small shift. Noting big, I can ignore it

"The weather here is nice, no rain during the day. I hope this "

'Skip forward!'

"So did you see the new show? It has an interesting premise I think you would "

'Skip forward!'

"I read an interesting Tumblr post yesterd.."

'Skip forward!'

"How are you today?"

'Skip forward!'

"You know about color theory? There are some colors that have no basis in "

'Skip forward!'

"The news said today that "

'Skip backward, skip backward!'

"How are you today?"

'I'm doing well, thank you. I am having such an interesting conversation right now.'

They did? I feel like we are breezing through superficial talk all evening. Normally, I find our conversations engaging, but now I feel distracted. I keep coming back to what you are planning, but I still have no idea what to expect, or when we start. The anticipation alone feels good and makes me tingle.

"You do? We are making small talk, right? In fact, I'm just monologing, how is this interesting for you?"

'Oh? What would you think would be more interesting for me?'

This has to be a trick question, right? I feel like I'm being set up, but I cannot see how.

"Normally, you like it to see me submit, and being horny for you." I said sarcastically.

'Replay'

My mind becomes stuck. There is nothing but repeating my last few words and feeling those tingles that come with it. No choice but to repeat. No choice but to feel.

"Submit, and being horny for you."

"Submit, and being horny for you."

"Submit, and being horny for you."

"Submit, and being horny for you."

'Pause'

I feel my thoughts slow down and my body freezes. The last thing through my mind before it stills completely, is that this is so exciting. I cannot wait to find out where this will go…

#hypnok1nk #hypno toy #hypno fantasy #FascinatedWriting

[flowerflamestars]

The Rolling in the Graves is the only time my epically ace self has ever UNDERSTOOD a cheating plot line (let alone rooted for the characters involved). Most of the time cheating plots are just written like the characters losing The Battle of the Horny and I’m just over here, like, “you could just???? not???? have sex with them???? It’s not that hard??” But with Lucien and Nesta there’s so much connection and understanding and companionship (and and and) between them first before anything remotely sexy (which is, ironically, very sexy of them.) (plus a desire to drag Cassian to a veterinarian for a specific procedure) (is cheating even the right word? Love affair maybe? idk) I think I’m gonna go reread it now

That is SO flattering, thank you!

I'm also obsessed with how you put this because very consciously, Rolling in the Graves is a story about losing the Battle of Real True Intimacy, but they are both CRUCIALLY pretending it's a horny battle. Like, Nesta putting on her cool birthday dress? That ONLY Lucien will see? The entire magical derangement happening sidelong to that fact, only for Nesta to CHOOSE to touch him? To help? Soooo sexy and so not actually about sex.

(the biggest horny battle is that Lucien just. doesn't even let himself LOOK at Nesta in public, a tactic that works exactly until he is in a room with both her and his older brother)

The infidelity aspect is very interesting because they don't...actually agree on that?

We have Nesta- grieving, lonely, furious furious furious Nesta- who is dragging around the fact that she did give in, at one point. We the readers, and Lucien, can both see to a certain extent that the fact that she can't say no precludes ANY KIND OF CONSENT, but that is extremely hard for Nesta herself to hold onto, at least in the beginning.

(Nesta is having these thoughts like. Months and months before they ever touch)

Lucien has this whole thing running around in his head twofold- because the Nessian dynamic freaks him the fuck out. And also, on another level, he's like, all the time, like a reminder, because he NEEDS THE REMINDER to like, rein himself in, she's mARRIED. MARRIED.

This could get her (and himself but that's distantly secondary) hurt. Killed.

Not married, at all, actually.

It can also be said, with all the softness and tenderness writ deep in how they adore each other, Nesta 'never chosen for herself desperate for it' Acheron and Lucien 'usually if you smell like blood it's mine and you're happy' Vanserra are both just. freaks. Deeply romantic down bad freaks. It is a love affair!

#you are too kind as always! #lucnes #these two. just. sitting together in the dark for an ENTIRE year of companionship #before they so much as brush hands #both going: its sex! just sex! a sexy affair! (they are both plotting marriage) #the rolling in the graves

[ptsdangeldust]

honestly i think alastor is the best canon aroace character i've seen in media so far. like yeah canonically aro and/or ace characters have been around and certainly implied acespec characters have always been a thing. but he's the one i really look at and i'm like this guy is the acest aroest motherfucker in all of hell and it is so central to his character and i love him so much. and it's not just like "... and this character is aroace by the way" or it doesn't come up or it's easy to say "well they're like acespec obviously but not clear cut 100% everything-repulsed aroace" but no alastor is like you are NOT fucking me i am NOT dating you. not unless it's funny. but even then i'm not into it for that i just want to see you flail around thinking i give a shit when i don't.

guy who gets to intimidate people for tearing off a tiny piece of his coat. guy who gets to repeatedly turn down sexual advances. guy who loves fucking with some guy who clearly wants him so fucking bad when it's never going to happen. i've said before but he also is like way more physically affectionate in the pilot vs the actual show as far as i personally noticed and it goes a long way. like it's so clear that this is not something he's down for in any way. get the fuck away from me. stay in your goddamn lane or i'll kill you. that energy LOL

but at the same time he's not remotely emotionless. yes, he has a constant cheshire grin, but you can tell when he's annoyed or angry or observant or sarcastic or actually happy. he does seem very very in control of his outward emotions and appearance, so even if he had a reason to be sad, i doubt he'd ever show it. and that's really important to me. he is aroace, but he's also his own person. being aroace is clearly a big part of him. and he's also loudly aroace in the goddamn 1000 fuck words a second horny as fuck edgy demon show. it's great. i love him.

#this got away from me LOL #i wanted to also contrast him with b/ill ci/pher who is like. word of god IMPLIED aroace but not explicitly canon aroace #i hc him as like. on the spectrum also. he is very flirty and has extremely clear actual affection for ford imo #and pilot alastor has that flirtiness that's also a thing in alastor's earlier incarnations #and it's just so much better and more coherent imo when he's like no. none of that. not at all. not ever. #this bitch had THREE potential love interests in zo/oph/obia. THREE #and then in the pilot people started taking the 'HAHA no' bit and running with it. imo #and they were like hey viv alastor is aroace right #and she's like haha..... uhhhhhh yeahhhhhh totally #is. the impression i got #love it. love him. 10/10 no comments. #my post

[blorb-el]

saw your post about the things you'd like to see in a superman story and now i'm curious about the nsfw version 👀 if you'd like to share ofc!

mmm. see I have tried not to nsfw on this blog but you know what. fuck it. if famous author vladimir nabokov wrote a horny superman poem and had the absolute temerity to make it good and then send it to the new yorker and ask them to publish it for money in 19fucking42... (x) then i can do whatever i want on my blog

anyway. some Concepts. this turned out as less fic ideas and more personal headcanons. LONG post since i mostly haven’t talked about this. all of these are Free Real Estate if anyone is inspired by them

Even more for nsfw headcanons than sfw, I am above all interested in what the author is interested in. like, choking does nothing for me in and of itself, but everyone was so dang enthusiastic about it that now i'm invested and would absolutely read That Fic

for nsfw headcanons I have two different headcanon versions of clark for any piece of dc media. (yes this is how my brain works. blorbo all the way down). one looks identical to or nearly identical to a human. usually a cis man, however trans man clark also very good. the other has genitals that cannot be mistaken for human, usually some kind of retractable system. plus or minus some good ol' tentacles depending on the vibe. I went a little more into this + the Kryptonian names for such parts here. most of my headcanons are for alien biology clark, but going into a fic I think of any alien biology as a bonus, I don't expect it (there are, after all, a whole bunch of canon panels that go He Looks Totally Human No Xeno Here Guys!!. Every time I see one of these I like to imagine that some poor sucker at DC has seen something they do not like in the alien biology tag on ao3.)

A Clark who looks human I think is fairly well adjusted, he's had sex, he knows what he likes and what he doesn’t even if he may have hangups about asking for it. A Clark pre-serious relationship that doesn't look human, I hc has either not had sex or has only ever had sex with his clothes on and without being touched himself, only giving (for some reason allstar gives me this vibe) (sidenote: i do not mean to imply that this is not a perfectly valid and fulfilling sex life for many people!). he does genuinely enjoy being a service top. he just would also like to be in a relationship with someone who he could trust with his identity...

then he meets Lori in college (lori lemaris, for the uninitiated, is precrisis superman’s hot mermaid college gf, which is a sentence that rules. she should come back in a comic not written by frank fucking m*ller). alien4mermaid. for the first time he’s in a relationship with someone who not only knows that he’s not human but is not human herself. When she has to return to Atlantis it breaks his heart (canon). this ties into my Ideal Superman Timeline, where this is where he leaves college, at the end of his sophomore year, and scrapes together the rest of his degree with remote credits while traveling the world, learning what doing good looks like worldwide, and Finding HimselfTM. however this post is not about that.

that’s the background I usually have in the back of my little brain when I’m writing. Other stuff, mostly superbat but relevant to clois...

despite not having much experience he’s like. annoyingly good at pleasing his partner because 1. i said so 2. he is incredibly focused on their pleasure and 3. he’s got built in biofeedback receptors.

early on i think he absolutely ties himself in knots about wanting something, being allowed to want something, and feeling strange about judging himself for wanting something. the queer experience. man’s on three levels of overthinking. like, i think he enjoys the feeling of holding his partner’s arms down or thighs apart while he’s going down on them, feeling the muscles flex against his hands, knowing he has them pinned, but at the same time feels guilty about liking it.

ultimately he’s pretty vanilla himself, but since his partner’s pleasure is so important to him, he’s open to experiment and try things out.

Again early on, I think this backfires. There are certain things he is really uncomfortable with that i don’t think he’s aware of until they come up. He doesn’t like feeling examined or scrutinized, which I think would come up with Bruce early on in their relationship. Something about an old childhood fear of being looked at too closely. For the first few times, I think he’s more comfortable with the lights off.

dcau. bruce wants to try some sort of roleplay scene involving ropes/bondage and clark goes along with it because he can tell bruce likes it, but at the same time he’s lowkey getting triggered... clark’s very good at hiding stress, but bruce notices and pauses before it goes too far. clark just lies there still as a statue for a few seconds, says the safeword (’pearl’), and just as bruce is reaching out he’s bolted straight out through the window and up and away. bruce feels like garbage. clark feels like garbage. clark comes back once he’s ready, and because bruce doesn’t press for details, clark feels safe enough to choke out a few words explaining that it reminded him of what happened on apokolips with lashina. clark Gets Help. this fixes the ENTIRE dcau from that point on and neither of them die sad and alone in bapmanbeyond.

similarly i know it’s a fic trope but i don’t think he finds depowered/blue kryptonite sex inherently more enjoyable. in my headcanon he’s grown up with his powers - while they can be overwhelming at times, they’re also comforting, and the sudden silence is distracting. Also at any given time when he’s depowered there’s a little voice in his head going ‘what if an airplane has a jet engine failure right now. do you know how many people could die? and you’re doing this to get off? selfish.’ this is a statistical improbability, of course, but it’s bronze age canon he has anxious thoughts like this.

retractable dick very handy in such emergency circumstances. the annoying thing about sex with clark is that it’s very very good 92% of the time but 8% of the time they will be deep into it and then clark will freeze, do the damn head tilt and then WOOOOSH. and his partner can’t even feel bad about it because they’re adults and both understand that saving a life is more important than an orgasm. besides he will make it up to them thoroughly.

he gets WAY better at communicating about sex and desire eventually, but only really with his partner. i think at heart he’s a modest and reserved person, i don’t think he’s ever going to be joining in “locker room talk.” (however AU where he does is incredibly funny)

("praise... 'kink'??? what do you mean praise 'kink.' what do you MEAN. are you people not praising your partners??? ARE YOU NOT LETTING THEM KNOW HOW WONDERFUL THEY ARE??? THAT'S - PEOPLE THINK OF PRAISE AS A KINK?????!!" - a man at the absolute end of his rope. facial expressions going through all five stages of grief.)

leaves hickeys on bruce’s neck, mostly because he wants to and he knows bruce is into it, but also knows the man’s got an inexhaustible supply of turtlenecks. he is aware of exactly where the turtlenecks end and does not leave hickeys higher than that. possessive streak, in a very considerate way, but still.

as he gets more secure and comfortable he loses the jealousy. possibly he enjoys the idea that bruce has so much experience and still chooses him.

if his partner says ‘do what you want with me, i’m all yours,’ i think 9/10 times it’s slow body worship and massage. sometimes not sex, sometimes it’s just too relaxing. it’s an indulgence for him to just be allowed to be slow and present. physical touch is a big love language and once he’s in a relationship he can freely give it, he loves to do just that.

the last 1/10 times is when he’s tired and stressed. he can and will pick up his partner and rail them into the mattress/against the wall/into thin air while floating. this is where the auxiliary tentacles come in handy. he gets them off though even if it’s supposed to be just about him for once, he feels too weird if he comes and his partner doesn’t.

on really really bad days his partner will pick up on how down he’s feeling and will uno reverse card and body worship him and it will make him cry a little

finally here are some panels that made me break out laughing. first off. he can tell just how hard he's getting. ah. impacted.

(action 423) imagine he's the one getting railed and it’s going Great and then all of a sudden he’s just like. “velocity - 4mph. impact pressure - 15ppi.” in his best Broadcaster Anchorman Voice. i think this would be very funny. bruce would be into it lois would NOT, however it would make her crack up laughing, which is what he'd be going for, so everybody wins. he’s a doofus at times and sex is NOT excluded from that

(WF 104) vibrators don't work on him. very sad! however. with superspeed. he IS the vibrator. (supers :handshake: flashes). I don't think he'd be much for toys himself, I think there's something very satisfying to him about body-to-body contact, but if a partner requested them he's happy to indulge them.

#januariat #thanks for the question :^) #you'd think if i could write this much as meta i COULD FINISH MY WIPS HOWEVER. #what do i even tag this as. unhinged. #nsft #superbat

[mongoose-bite]

This isn't that relevant but I just never remember to take screenshots. Paladin moment! And you can see Wyll's lil face in the background if you squint. I anticipate a playthrough where we both have dogshit strength being pretty funny.

Did Faye go party after talking to Halsin? Of course she didn't. My girl will not rest while innocents need saving, and I did just fast travel out without saving that stupid bard...

I don't know what it is with me and names in this game; I saw Volo and was like 'heh, same name as that freak in Soul Calibur' and completely forgot Volo's Guide to Monsters until I saw him again.

The party. Oooh god I was not prepared for the party. Neither was Faye. Laz'ael kinda had dibs, and couldn't be un-dibbed so it was basically a night of awkwardly rejecting people. Excruciating for both of us. Notable exceptions: Wyll, who did not ask. I thought Faye might go for him, but they are a bit too similar. He's basically a brother from another mother and she loves him as such. Halsin, who was very kind but firm when Faye wondered if she could get to know him. okay.jpg

And. Of course. Asterion. Who let her know he was absolutely desperate to fuck, but anyone but her. Ew. Listen, this entire camp is crawling with horny morons, and if you weren't such a sour and condescending gremlin you could have your pick of them, but instead you're having a sneer-off with the one person you can't stand who is going to go and get laid regardless.

I actually kind of love how antagonistic they are, and I'm almost tempted to turn the ship around just to watch him eat. his. words. But I couldn't do that to Faye, who basically regards him like a tired paramedic outside a club at 3am on a Sunday asking again what it is he's taken. Sadly, he's her job.

Anyway. Laz'ael. You don't have to get all dommy to get head, you know? She's a paladin getting on her knees and giving is in her nature. I don't think Faye regrets it, but she finds Laz'ael a bit exhausting in several senses and doesn't want a rematch either, or to talk about it. Asterion probably sensed that. Dick.

I still had this cursed book sitting in my inventory, cause I am the stupid, and had forgotten right click opened an Attack option in the menu and I fruitlessly kept trying to target it with the general attack option. I did eventually work it out.

Now I had noticed Auntie Ethel had the fey creature type, but I thought nothing of it, and Faye, sweetheart that she is, wasn't going to scare some old lady by telling her about the tadpole, so I only headed to the swamp out of a desire to fill in the map before leaving the zone. Also, a friend had informed me I could improve things slightly with Asterion by 'baa-ing' at redcaps, a bizarre piece of advice that made no sense til I got there. Frankly it's the first thing about him that's been remotely charming.

Anyway, we got as far as the door to the hag's lair, and I thought we'd more or less hit an instant boss fight, and I and my companions were so close to level 5. That extra attack was gonna do so much for me. So I turned around and scoured the map for anything that might offer scraps of exp. Took all day. Rested.

Gale offered a magic lesson. Faye had a great time til it all got a bit too serious and she broke it off, getting the sad and lonely reaction, and she's feeling bad about it cause he's hot and smart, and good-hearted. But. It did seem a bit too smooth, and he did also kick things off with a picture of his ex, and then a demonstration of how good said ex makes him feel. If she even is an ex. I'm not cucking a fucking goddess. Faye's wis score is higher than that.

Dyce would love everyone in this party though. He really would. I need to know if an nonocule is possible.

Back to Faye. Rather than face her problems, she decided she'd rather go to a horrible swamp and fight a hag with a guy who deeply dislikes her. It went fine. Overall, by the time we were done in the swamp, Asterion had gone from barely tolerating her to grudgingly tolerating her. As she herself says, 'I've got a long road ahead of me.'

#crunchy plays bg3 #bg3

[theliterarywolf]

Yup, top/bottom discourse is fucking wild, especially since it's always spearheaded by... non-men, like I don't think I know a single gay dude who doesn't acknowledge top/bottom dynamics, even if he's a switch. I mean, I'm F-bi, I've encountered lesbian/bi women who're bottoms/tops. Why the ever loving fuck shouldn't men also have top/bottom dynamics? It's especially wild when people think it's some big social move when they declare someone a switch, especially in a canon (top/bottom) gay couple

tbh I really don't get some people's overbearing hatred towards BL/yaoi and fujoshis nowadays because I was also there when those old annoying 2000s yaoi fangirls were running around, and I haven't seen them in years. maybe I just don't hang around in the right circles, but in my experience a lot of those weird attitudes towards mlm fiction and content have phased out for the most part since like late 2010s at least. it feels like the people who get up in arms over it are punishing regular people who just happen to enjoy BL for the sins of past fans.

Anon 1: Because we have a whole slew of teenagers coming into LGBTA spaces thinking that anything that remotely resembles their parental relationships (monogamous, top/bottom, having sex) is 'Heteronormative'.

Literally, you will not believe how many 'thinkpieces' (said with the largest of air-quotes) of 'Top? Bottom? Why do gay men want to be heteronormative so bad~?' or 'Queer people who want to get married should just admit they're straight' that I've been forced to see against my will.

Anon 2: See, the early 2000s ear of yaoi fandom should be seen in the same vein as 'lol, early 2000s weebs were so cringe'/poke fun but in that 'laughing because you were also in the trenches'

Unfortunately, we have a new generation of teens getting into fandom (often fandoms that they have no business being in) and taking a fleeting glance of all the cringe and horny humor from that period and taking it upon themselves to be the new, rational, PURE voice of fandom! To take it away from the evil, porn-addicted, cringelords of the past!

...When, in reality, all their harassing Adult Erotica creators and shoving themselves into spaces and conversations not meant for them is the real cringe.