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pandagobrr · 8 months
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It just be like sometimes
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craycraybluejay · 7 months
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Want someone smaller than me to sit on my lap while I play video games and watch stuff. Wanna grind up into them subtly, them not thinking anything of it due to innocence and being engrossed in what's happening on the screen. Put my off hand under their shirt and feel the soft skin of their tummy while rolling my hips up to the friction of their equally soft ass-- dressed in a pleasing material. Telling them how adorable they are when they giggle or hold onto me based on what's happening on screen or cheer for me while I play games. Putting my face right up to the back of their neck, smelling the clean hair and skin, drenched in pheromones that attract me too much for anyone's good. Youth, or an illusion of it. You can tell a lot about someone from their smell. Seniors smell a bit powdery or dusty. Someone who eats a lot of sweets or is diabetic often emits very sweet smells. Biological families and often even non-biological ones who live together for an extended period have similar smells to each other. And ah... sometimes, if I wasn't sure someone was my type before, I catch a whiff of their unique mixture of pheromones, soaps, perfumes, and I know. And this person's smell does something to me. It's boyish and homely and intoxicating in its simplicity. They laugh as my face tickles them, and I hold them tighter so they don't move away on instinct. Eventually, I can't help it, surrounding them in my touch and covering their energy with mine-- cloaking them in the churning darkness-- I need to take what's mine. I speed up my movement, grant it more force. They ask me what I'm doing, but my head feels hot, and they're driving me crazy and I don't reply. They start to struggle, worried in the wake of my silent aggression. My grip turns iron. They are not going anywhere. I hold them there till I finish, slowly loosening my grip after.
They don't immediately bolt as I thought they might, but they're shaking. I can feel it reverberating through me, in my lap especially.
"What was that?" They turn to face me, eyes stricken. Their trembling has gotten me all worked up again, and I pull them closer to me, running my fingers through their pretty hair and up and down their back.
"I told you, you're just TOO adorable," I purr. The palpable fear and confusion in them only excites me further. I find myself slipping my hand into their underwear. It's going to be a long night.
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brainrotexe · 4 months
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Wriolette/Neuvithesley | ao3 fanfic | smut | 2.3k 🔞
Intoxicated by brainrotexe
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wtfjd95 · 8 months
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Wanna take a pretty femme on a date. Maybe a movie & dinner, maybe a picnic in the park, maybe let them choose what we do and I'll pay.
Either way I wanna end up with them pushing me against a wall and kissing me lovingly.
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autumnsunshine10 · 1 year
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Indigo Blues
Glimpsing the lady of the lake
Take a smooth swan dive
Into the indigo of wasted tears
Murky vision sand gritting
Algae tossed surface sun dappled
Dreams of floating far from
Where we are--love, or acute angina
Anchoring in place like Andromeda
When we long to tumble headlong
Into unknown waves...let's
Indigo away
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abi1821 · 2 months
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Dream a Little Dream has grown into multiple chapters!
Caught Red-Handed Summary:
Each time Rio makes Beth feel seen, heard, like she’s worth something (for sure worth way more than dumbass Dean has made her feel for 20 years) she gets straight horny for him 😈. For Beth, After a particularly fulfilling work night, she takes advantage of some alone time, at least briefly that is😝
Oh, It’s So Much Worse Summary:
Rio’s all sorts of twisted ever since his dream and thinks if he sees her in real life it will somehow fix him, which winds up being the worst thing he could’ve done. Aside from picturing her naked, they enjoy their time together knocking several drinks back. But alcohol mixed with that much chemistry between two people, is surely a recipe for disaster (aka even more horny thoughts and fantasies 😈)
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It's crazy how much I want you.. but you will never know now..
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mpreg-nation · 9 months
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He leans back when he walks. His center of gravity has shifted so much more forward on his body than he’s used to, one hand on the small of his back, the other supporting the weight of his round, bulging belly. I approach him from behind and wrap my arms around him and under the baby I put in him, and he sighs in pleasure from my touch. I feel the indents of the stretch marks on his tummy and his hips. He is glowing. Pregnancy looks so beautiful on him. I can’t imagine how good fatherhood will look on him.
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white-rose10 · 4 months
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3 AM: the time of failure, fantasy, and fatality
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so-terribly-hollow · 1 year
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I love the weakness that inevitably follows hunger. A "refusal" to eat (consenting) can take a toll on the body and if you wait long enough those sign become clear--a faint shake following minimal exertion, thinness of the frame, hollow cheeks, and a fierce ache in the belly. Fuck...And when that person wont acknowledge those signs?? Refusing to admit their hunger, thinking that suffering in silence is the only way to get through it. They dont beg their partner for a meal, they shake their head when asked if they're hungry, even as their stomach howls.
They never breathe a word about the hunger pains that rack them from dawn till dusk, and suddenly, someone who is physically quite strong, is then betrayed by their own body? Suddenly collapsing in the middle of strenuous activity?? Yes. Please.
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sasukimimochi · 10 months
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A gift for @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess and all you folks suffering during the ao3 drought! 💖 Enjoy your spice 😳✨
This will be properly posted on Ao3 (this is the chapter link for the draft, once ao3 is working fluidly again. this link will of course still be the same and work properly once its made public!) once the chaos is over with the full picture (i had to crop the second one) but you can also see the ficlet in its complete glory with the full picture here on my google drive. (please remember to reblog/share the ficlet though here if you read it on google docs! ;0 also this is a design reveal for SOBO LXC!
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Word Count - 1281 (Suns Out, Buns Out! - POV Lan Xichen)
.✦ Not Just Summer Heat ☀
Lan Xichen’s mood was…less than desirable lately. Well, there were many reasons why; he usually enjoyed the summer weather! but it’d been so hot that even he was shedding layers of cloth and suffering with the rest of the clan. Well, not as many. He liked his layers, even if they made him suffer.
Sometimes he’d wonder why disciples would run off before he came over, but then he’d realize how scary he must look- he was usually so calm but he was sure to have a resting irritated set to his eyes which no one was used to. He was known for being one of the cool twin jades and usually the kinder looking of the two, but god, summer made it hard.
At least he didn’t have sect duties, he was sure if he had to deal with Sect leader Yao he would sucker punch him. The one time he had to stand in he must have looked pretty scary, because the other leaders gave him quite the wide berth.
“The best way to cool off?” Wei Wuxian smiled and turned onto his stomach, leaning his head onto a hand. “You’re wearing three robes. Ditch one of those for a starter.”
Lan Xichen sighed, “I…do suppose you’re right.” He shed the robe he usually kept hanging over his elbows and folded it in his lap, the small relief at least something.
“Cold springs too, but I can understand not wanting to turn into a prune...plus, everyone is trying to get into the cold springs these days.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, nearly purring as Lan Wangji scratched under his chin. “Or maybe make yourself sweat a bit.”
“Wei Ying.”
“I didn’t say how.” Wei Wuxian laughed, tilting his head into the scratches and nearly purring from the comfort of it if he weren’t, you know, a bunny.
Lan Wangji knew better. They both did, but Lan Xichen appeared as though he didn’t fully pick it up. “What’s wrong with Wei-gongzi’s suggestion?” He fanned himself, giving off that trademark irritation he had lately, which made his brother just shake his head.
“Nothing, give it a try when you are feeling too warm!” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly, completely used to that sort of look from his own shidi, and by now had learned this was just one of Xichen’s normal midsummer moods as well. 
Lan Xichen wasn’t sure how these two were so active even in such heat. He had to excuse himself to get some relief in the cold springs.
Only…there were so many disciples there already. So Wei Wuxian was right, the springs were a bust, he was much too embarrassed to admit he wanted to go there to cool off and not cultivate.
He sighed, flitting the fan given to him as a gift from Huaisang in his face in his futile attempts to cool himself. Maybe he could check the back mountains- but then again there were probably disciples there too. He groaned. Maybe he should just ask someone to fill his bath with cold water. Ah, but he shouldn’t waste water during the dry season. Everyone was being a bit more careful with water use at these times…
So that left the one jokingly made suggestion that his brother’s husband had teased him with. Lan Xichen was probably thinking too hard about what he suggested. But…
He was suggesting I indulge myself.
It was an inappropriate behavior to do so, which is to say. Not very encouraged™ in this clan. But now that he was thinking about it…It was constantly in the back of his mind, which meant it was constantly a struggle for his little ‘friend’ to stay docile.
And today was so hot.
He tugged at his lapels until his entire chest was exposed and fanned himself, groaning quietly. “Why did the heavens decide to heat the earth like we’re dinner?”
He really did feel miserable, every time he shifted feeling the heat between his legs as well, mind fogged over with the heat and body betraying his discipline.
He stole a glance into his mirror and he ended up unable to tear his eyes away. If he was exposed to someone right now, he would be quite embarrassed. But..
His skin was glistening in all the right areas, albeit subtly. Flushed rosy hues dusted the crowns of his cheeks, his nose, his…
He wondered quietly about a future wife or perhaps…a husband, coming in and seeing him like this. He felt a small throb move from his stomach and down, and took a small, breathy inhale shortly after. 
So what if he indulged in a bit of a fantasy? He was by himself and would be for the whole day. It was hot and he was told at least one solution he could but wasn’t using.
At this point, he couldn’t grasp his self control, but he could grasp something else.
He groaned quietly as his fingers traced the warm heat pressing up against his hand from beneath his robes, and god he wanted to remove them so badly. He surprised himself with how fast he did, and how fast his clumsy fingers went to work.
“M-mngh, oh…” He panted quietly, the heat in his palm pulsing with each little movement of his hips.
“My, my handsome husband is so pitiful like this, all by his lonesome too!”
He shuddered as his imagination filled in someone’s voice, a tremor shaking his body imagining their lips by his ear and whispering to him while…god forbid, they also touch him. 
“Look at how messy you’ve gotten! Allow me-”
He couldn’t help the tremble in his voice as he moaned, the sound actually embarrassing him as it slipped from his tongue, pushing more and more of his robes away until practically all that was left was bunched around his abdomen under his sash or his ankles.
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His length wept in his hand, the thought of someone’s tongue anywhere on his sensitive skin leaving his chest heaving. He forgot where he was, the sensation of pleasure and overwhelming heat canceling out any other thoughts he may have once had.
“Husband,”
His knees trembled as his thumb ran over the tip of that sensitive glans.
“Cum for me.”
Lan Xichen’s breath suddenly picked up and he bucked into his hand, leaning back heavily against the wall as an intense wave of pleasure washed over his body.
He swallowed and looked into the mirror once more. He was right, if someone walked in on him like this he would be very embarrassed. 
Though, he was finding it hard not to do it again.
.    ☀    .
“You seem to be in a better mood lately, er-ge.” Nie Huaisang watched Lan Xichen pour the two tea, hiding his face behind his favorite fan. “You look a little less mad at the world. It doesn’t seem cooler yet though.”
Lan Xichen paused and only a hint of something rosy tinted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and smiled, “I just started wearing less layers, visiting the cold springs a bit more…” He trailed off, staring at his hot tea with disdain, “Ah, I still think it's too hot for tea though.”
“He just started sweating to beat the heat!”
Lan Xichen’s head turned so fast Huaisang was surprised it didn't fall off.
Wei Wuxian covered his mouth and laughed as Lan Wangji sighed and pulled his husband away from the Yashi. “Apologies Xiongzhang.”
Lan Xichen held his head while Nie Huaisang fought not to laugh aloud. At least his brother had mercy on him.
“I would like to hear more, er-ge.”
Lan Xichen just knew that Huaisang was smiling behind that fan.
Thanks for reading 😊💖✨
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crushingcasanova · 4 months
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Oh, how one longs for the kind of love that is unseen. The kind of love that is said in every breath or shift closer to the one you love.
The kind of love that leaves unwritten poems written on the one you love, fingers tracing every line and phrase and pause on their body, in their hands, in sweet caresses of their face, and in every quick kiss. 
The kind of love that paints beautiful pictures in the one you love’s head, the love that shows marvelous fantasies of days to come, gratifying date ideas, wonderful memories and constant reminders of how much you care. This love, so pure, I crave it so. 
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pocket-tbear · 4 months
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1988, queer trans man, he/him
dni/dnf: under 18, ageless/blank, gainer, feedism, detrans blogs
side blog for me to be extra horny. follows/likes from my main. my pics/gifs/videos are under #mine
i may occasionally reduce my following for dysphoria reasons (pls don't take it personally - i may be back later)
if you fail the vibe check i'll block
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brownsugar4hersoul · 7 months
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