#horny-ex-catholic

[cult-of-lilith]

I am in. Such a rabidly horny mood. Im sitting in my bed in my dorm and all I can think about is how the bed is at such a perfect height for a girl to fuck or fist me

That sounds perfect, I bet you will look so good and feel even better bent over that bed being filled to your absolute limits 😘

#i forgot what i tag asks as #horny-ex-catholic

[beerycute]

Thinking about my fwb saying he'd pass me around his friends and just 😊 do it then

#my non-horny ex-catholic brain HATES the idea but also like 😏😏😏 #personal

[argreion]

Spicy Leon Headcanons!

➻❥ ALRIGHT, since the general headcanons for Leon went off (and honestly got hella shocked I don't have to be like 'professional') and my horny brainworm is literally screeching in my head. It's time to ruin y'all too with some spicy headcanons. I try to account for both sides of the spectrum gender wise so nobody feels TOO left out! <3

➻❥ Warnings: Basically FULL ass sex headcanons, leaning towards some light knife play, gun play, and choking. Food kink, choking, headlock, vibrator torture, some hints at BDSM to a degree. Like I said, full ass sex talk AND Headcanons.

Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated! Not proofread cause I'm seriously so tired. 😭

RE2R Leon - Alright, buddy, I know everyone headcanons him usually to be a sub. Honestly, I gotta agree. Feels like he would be shy after seeing a few in character depth posts that's he's an ex-Catholic, or that he at least WAS religious. Makes me feel like he's shy sex-wise. Probably pretty sensitive too, and is leaky. Loves when you lick the tip, and sometimes just smack him around a little. Will gladly take the strap if he gets to call you mommy/daddy. Leans either way regardless, degrading or praising. Will wear lingerie if you REALLY want him too. Probably would get embarrassed about it, considering he wants to be a good boyfriend for you! Be the big strong man like everyone wants him to be! In summary, RE2 feels kind of awkward, sweet, and subby!

RE4R Leon - Screams actual pussy or ass eating. He's slowly becoming a little munch, don't even compare him to RE6 or Vendetta, like ACTUALLY. Those fuckers are WAY too far in the munch zone. Gets a little giddy when you wear something special or his clothes. I just gotta say personally boxers actually so comfy, and I know he would like you wearing his clothes. Kisses your neck, chest, and your thighs! He doesn't mean to mark you, he loves ALL of you! Loves to do a little squish on your thighs as he munches, squeeze his head, make him die! It'll be heaven for him, seeing how he's seen death so often nowadays. Above all, he likes trust and comfort, and won't overstep boundaries. Any Leon wants consent, even if it's soggy ass wet cat Vendetta. We've seen the dark content fanfics. (And I loved every single one of 'em, SHHHHH!) RE4R Leon is basically his first domestic sex era to me. Touchy, comforting, and still his sweet self.

ID Leon: Low-key girly pop era for me. Feel like he'll do orgasm denial, and possibly vibrator torture. You struggling is kind of cute to him! Loves it when you start mewling his name, gets his cock so hard! Leaking pre-cum all over your lips, eyes blindfolded, and hands behind your back, and legs spread open! Likes to make you sit in front of him or beneath his desk, and jerk off his cock. Cumming on your face, taking a photo, and then joking about sending it to friends. Gets off to the small thrill of getting caught, or covering you in cum. Would say it starts to lightly thicken up cum-wise. If it's not something like above, possibly cuddle sex. No one can go wrong with cuddle sex, buddy. Rubbing his dick against you, slowly grinding and kissing your neck and shoulder. The other heaven from eating you out. This era is the experimentation, wants to find his kinks and whatnot. Should've done it at twenty, but at least he ain't too old, yet.

Damnation Leon: Lazy, drunk AND lazy. Possibly starts to get slightly kinkier too, with a knife coming into play at some points. The worst I GENUINELY see Leon doing if we're trying to go half-way realistic is pressing the knife to your throat. If you wanna go the dark daddy route, might do some cuts. Licks them up like a kitten and purrs like one. "Oh, you taste so sweet, baby." Tries anal sex too, honestly, he enjoys BOTH holes! If you have 'em, that is. Three if you're AFAB. Counting the mouth, loves getting his dick sucked. This is also when we start seeing the soft whiskey dick show up. Poor guy is popping Viagra and it only works 30% of the time. Gets bummed out and frustrated, but he's still got one job! Pleasure his damn lover! Also, he won't admit, but kind of likes getting fucked from behind, strap or cock alike. HAS TO BE DRUNK, THOUGH! NOT drunk = NO, he will deny deny DENY! Hella cocky when he gets fully drunk, but seriously becomes a buttslut if you hit his prostate. The iconic DBD moans and sounds come in because of this. Lazy drunk era, and slowly realizing he's a slut. Don't say it to his face, he's got to keep some pride.

RE6 Leon: Man, kind of got out the lazy drunk era but still ain't FULLY out. Takes a more sensual approach due to the fact he's getting a few grey hairs and wrinkles. Dick is still soft like always, soft dick Leon is so <3 for me. Likes you riding him on the couch, letting you take control and gently holding your hips. Please make out with him during it, he weirdly finds it hot. Exchanging spit occasionally, too. Likes when either you or him have to wait for the spit to finally drop into the other's mouth. If he could honestly get a boner, he would. Into marking your neck and thighs, it's his your mine era. Let the poor man have it, he can't have anything. ALSO CAN I MENTION THE POSSIBILITY OF SOMNO WITH HIM? Either YOU waking up with him devouring you up, or thrusting into you like it ain't anyone's business? Or waking up to grind and ride him? Purposely tries to stay asleep, and has mastered it to a degree. Still lazy, and still a slut. A seasoned slut for you, (and low-key husband material let's not fuckin' lie.)

Vendetta Leon: Oh boy, it's the soggy cat guy. Imma be honest, even though personally I headcanon Leon regardless of era to be pretty comforting and such. But I can't get it out of my head that Vendetta Leon uses sex to relieve stress. Rarely having ACTUAL loving, emotional sex. If it is that, it's with him with teary eyes. Slow loving sex, and then he's like "Uh... Ok?" The next day. Like bro, are we going to talk about you CRYING yesterday? You certainly cried deep inside of me! Asides from that, motorcycle sex. Stroking your thigh at stop lights, and pulling off into a alleyway or parking lot. Getting brutally fucked into that motorcycle? Mmm, and a gun to your throat or mouth? Sucking his dick with a gun to your head? He's into that now, sadly. Gets shaky if you don't like that, don't worry! He just hates that he THINKS of something that dark! I leave this up to personal headcanons for everyone but the daddy kink is a hit or miss for me for basically all Leon's except Vendetta and Death Island. Both get called Daddy for different reasons, let's get that straight. Likes making you be submissive and grind against his boot. Get it nice and squeaky clean, like a good little bitch. Degradation kink kinda turned up, but he's atuned to your emotions and facial expressions, don't worry. Pussy and ass munch this era hella hard too, makes your skin irritated cause this fucker ain't exactly shaving. PLUS HE BITES!? He isn't fucking around with shit like this, he knows what he wants.

DI Leon: Honey... We're in the DILF era. Man tits out, and the small patch of chest hair out. Motorboat them, gently bite and suck his nipples. It might not exactly turn him off, just the idea makes him warm inside. Not against the idea of vibrator torture against himself, let his cock leak! Cumshake when? In you? Pfft, you'll only make his cock leak more at breeding you! Pop a daughter or son, he wants one! (Preferably a daughter cause girl dad Leon agenda.) Will take the strap, and has no shame. No shame in wearing lingerie, either. Legs spread, lace covering his body, and thong threatening to snap. Adores being able to grind or hump your behind. Against the counter, in bed when your sleeping, work, EVERYWHERE! He doesn't really care, only when he's in the White House. Spit exchange, claiming your neck, and FEASTING LIKE A FUCKING KING ON YOU! Also those biceps wrapped around your throat? You got it, honey! Squeezing you of air, making your eyes roll back as he goes doggy. At the end of the day, he still likes to go back to some of his roots and be soft. Praising you and kissing moles/freckles/scars/etc. Gun kink is kind of gone, have to piss him off to make him do it. Which is HARD, he is patient and honestly outlasts you. Knife? Say the word, he's good with a knife. Tracing your body and whispering how lovely you are. His good little girl/boy/lover. Then... The possibility of a food kink? Putting honey on your chest and licking it off? Whipped cream and cherries on his chest? Your chest? Devoured. He's got a sweet tooth, and he loves to eat a little bit more because of it. Let him enjoy his feast! Even though he has three feasts daily! Last thing before I stop gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. Grinding on his thighs, chest, and face. Ride his nose, feel the burn, he'll cum on spot. The carefree era, and the other half of domestic era at points.

➻❥ AN: Thank you so much for reading! Sometimes you just gotta let the horny out, plus I get to feed everyone a little. You're more then welcome to send asks fluff/smutty if you'd like! This was just meant to feed y'all slightly and I might do little blurbs or something based off whatever my mind throws at my face. Now I can happily pass out knowing I shared my knowledge. 😌❤️

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut

[cult-of-lilith]

Alternative to my last ask: I would LOVE to sleep soundly through the night and then wake up in the morning with my tits exposed, my pants and underwear gone, and cum dripping out of my pussy and covering my face and chest.

There's just something about only realizing I've been used after the fact. Maybe waking up with toys inside me, or finding pictures/videos of her cumming on my sleeping face as she calls me her pretty little doll 🤤🤤🤤

(I'm just very horny tonight apparently, lol)

Horny doll, it's that moaning and getting wet in your sleep that made me need to use you like a toy. I mean I may have been touching you to get you that wet but who cares about that you're my toy now and thats what matters

#i forgot what i tag asks as #horny-ex-catholic

[that-house]

To make a proper Dune movie adaptation the director needs to be a freak and a pervert, but not in the normal, mainstream ways. Our hypothetical cinematic kwisatz haderach (bisexual, ex-Catholic, probably uncut) needs to have gotten his directorial debut by placing hidden cameras in bathrooms before getting bored with that and moving on to his real sexual passions: bureaucratic proceedings from maritime trade disputes, Muslims snorting cocaine, low budget martial arts movies played off of slightly damaged DVDs, and obviously Frank Herbert’s 1965 science fiction novel, Dune. Every shot needs to be constructed as if it’s ravenously horny even if it seems like there isn’t anything to be horny about. The casting and budget:runtime ratio could remain the same, but our hypothetical auteur will insist on three movies, each 4 or 5 hours in length, that properly align with the original three segments of the novel. It is as of yet unclear whether the resulting movies would be “good” but my prescience has revealed to me that they would be the most faithful adaptations of the novel possible. The good news is that our promised director does exist! The bad news is that because America is basically a terrestrial Salusa Secundus, he’s been imprisoned by the State of Maryland since 2005 (for placing hidden camera in bathrooms). Whatever. Denis Villeneuve is a respectable second place pick.

#dune

[doubleca5t]

Me in catholic boys school: What if the devil takes my soul and drags me to hell for having bad thoughts

Me now: I need a hot demon woman to ram her dick in me and make me her wife NOW

least horny ex-catholic

[emeritus-fuckers]

emeritus-fuckers masterlist (humans)

Multicharacter (more than 3 characters)

"Papas" post all include Papa I, II, III, IV as well as young and old Nihil unless otherise specified.

Papas comforting you after a heartbreak during your birthday party headcanonsil)

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Papas reacting to their s/o messing up an Italian pet name

Papas comforting their depressed s/o (headcanons + drabble)

Rainy days in bed with the Papas (headcanons)

Papas dealing with their s/o's baby fever (headcanons)

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Papa's reacting to their s/o singing another Papa's song (headcanons, young Nihil excluded)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Papas comforting a dysphoric trans-masc reader (headcanons)

Papas and their weddings (headcanons)

Yandere Papas (+ Sister Imperator) with a yandere darling

Yandere Papas with an angel darling

Yandere vampire Papas (old and young Nihil merged into one)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples (headcanons)

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Yandere Papas with a darling who's already in a relationship (headcanons)

A kink for every Papa

Papas and safewords

Papas with a drag performer s/o

Papas with an afab s/o who gets horny during ovulation (headcanons)

Papas self-harm comfort (headcanons)

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Papas with a darling who has extreme health anxiety

Papas self-harm comfort mini drabbles

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father (link to be added)

Papas with an s/o who walks with a cane due to a bum ankle (link to be added)

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating (link to be added)

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o (link to be added)

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily (Link to be added)

Character exclusive content

Primo

„Butterflies” ♡ Primo x reader oneshot (fluff)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Primo's love for gardening (headcanon)

Younger Primo headcanons

Cardinal Primo and an ex-catholic s/o (headcanons)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (for link see Primo's master list)

Kissing Primo's tummy after a ritual (fluff drabble) (for link see Primo's master list)

Secondo

“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

„Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader oneshot (smut)

Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Secondo's hair (headcanon)

Secondo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Soft Secondo headcanons

Yandere Secondo headcanons

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o (headcanons)

Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves (headcanons)

Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Secondo taking his darling's virginity (headcanons)

Fluffy Secondo headcanons

House husband Secondo concept

Secondo's piercings (headcanons, includes a picture of male genitalia)

Secondo SA comfort drabble (TW: mentions of sexual assault.) (link to be added)

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut TW:Dub-con) (link to be added)

Terzo

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere)

“Cirice” ♡ Terzo x afab!Reader oneshot (yandere)

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o (headcanons)

Terzo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

Yandere Terzo taking his s/o's virginity (headcanons)

What would slow dancing with Terzo feel like?

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

Terzo with a cardiophile s/o (headcanons)

(Slight)DDLG Yandere Terzo headcanons

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Terzo as a dad headcanons

Copia

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons (link to be added)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (link to be added)

Nihil

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

Old Papa Nihil birthday fluff (headcanons + oneshot)

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o (oneshot)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Fatherhood (headcanon, angst)

A short compilation of Nihil misinterpreting stuff (includes both old and young)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both old and young)

Papa Nihil's reaction to his s/o's depressive episode (includes old and young)

Old Nihil headcanons (Link to be added)

A drabble of Young Nihil fucking up again… (Link to be added)

Sister Imperator

Sister Imperator NSFW headcanons (applying to both young and old)

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons (includes both young and old)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Sister Imperator general headcanons

Father Jim Defroque

Father Jim DeFroque NSFW headcanons

Headcanons about Father Jim DeFroque (SFW and NSFW mixed)

More Father Jim Defroque headcanons (link to be added)

Yandere Father Jim Defroque headcanons

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

Father DeFroque's pet lashing out because of drug addiction

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque with a darling from the Ministry

Getting fucked in church by Father Jim Defroque (drabble?)

Father Jim Defroque's kinks (link to be added)

Other headcanons (mostly world-building)

When were the Papas + Sister Imperator born? (theory/headcanons)

The "Would that make Primo sad?" rule

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

Creepy Twins headcanons

Protecting children (headcanon)

Two Ministries (headcanon)

Nihil's sons and their reaction to his health problems

The Ghenis™

How does the Ministry function? Headcanon (link to be added)

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #sister imperator #father jim defroque

[admirxation]

hello! could you recommend some leon x reader fics? I love your fics and the fics you reblog, so I was wondering if there was anything you would like to recommend. sorry to bother 😭😋

Hey there anon, thank you so much for the support and thank you so much for this ask, it's time to show some fics that I cannot stop thinking about. also dw about bothering me i love having asks <3

Just wanted to note that I also have a tag 'admirxation fic recs' if you're ever looking for some more recommendations and of course I reblog like mad with fics I love.

This isn't everything but I feel like it's a good handful to get yourself into. I will warn these recs are NSFW but if you're aware of my writing you know I literally nonstop thinking about smut haha.

some oneshots I recommend:

Pretty Owner by @elfven-blog -> smut 18+, hybrid puppy leon. AHHHH the hybrid craze has me in a chokehold like omfg, but i gotta say this is my all time favourite oneshot if you're looking for some hybrid fun.

step-dad oneshot by @chrosllo -> if you're a follower of my blog you know dark content is not a shy topic here, if you're looking for some stepcest, somno action this is where to go, I was blushing so goddamn hard when reading this.

Like Lovers Do by @dollfacefantasy -> 18+ public sex, with a friends with benefits vibe to it. hehehehehe i was kicking my feet blushing with every word

Pieces of a whole by @xoxostarlet -> 18+, older Leon and hooker reader (imagine the film pretty woman... but sexier and better) hehehehe i loved it, duh, the hooker fantasy is honestly such a turn on like im clawing at the bars of my enclosure HELP.

Heavenly creatures by @porcelainseashore -> 18+ Leon and catholic school girl. I read this one recently, and it does have a lot of religious imagery as well as catholic guilt, as someone who is an ex catholic i really resonated with the way it was written, it was such a weird experience like i was sitting there like i was here for a horny time now im having an existential crisis lmao. but it's a must read, their writing has a beautiful quality to it.

Teachers Pet by @d10nyx -> darker teacher x student relationship (power imbalance going on). If you're into the older Leon fics this is a yummy treat that I am not embarrassed to admit that I actually reread many times because it makes me feel all happy and good hehehehehe

Multipart series I recommend:

Should've been a son by @rigorwhoring -> this involves smut, noncon, incest (daddy daughter relationship), police corruption. If you're into dead dove this defo itches a certain scratch and this series left me on the edge of my seat at all times, it is also complete so if you wanna binge this series, go straight for it it's a really good read.

Into the Ether by @porcelainseashore -> 18+ with smut, angst, blood drinking, if you're really into vampires this is amazing. It is still being updated, but I would recommend getting straight into it, the updates are frequent and ah it deserves so much more love.

All the damn vampires by @elfven-blog -> we see a theme with my vampire obsession (my profile is literally astarion we are not shocked lmao). this series is a little slower in getting published (honey, I wait patiently for this series to return), but the writing in this is top tier.

Creepy re2 Leon, rpd Captain's Daughter reader by @valslullaby -> 18+, non-con, mommy kink, cannibalism. this one is another darker concept but ooooo does this writer have a way of connecting me with every word I LOVED IT SO MUCH AFFJKOYESGKUEWGJHRWA

#admirxation asks #admirxation speaks #fanfic recommendation #admirxation fic recs

[besthimbomachine]

my love when it counted. 10

summary: When you showed up at his house to see him, Kenny didn't expect for you to stay the night, let alone for a simple visit to turn into something more. But you gave him an opportunity, and he couldn't dare turn it down. So he ends the night with you in his arms, sharing a moment he could only dream of for the past few years. Even if it would last just this one night, even if it would be gone by daylight, he still chose to take this chance. Any later pain would be worth the pleasure. pairing: kenny omega x reader word count: 7636 warning: smut (biting and marking, oral f! receiving, unprotected piv, creampie, all the good stuff), today is gonna be the day that we got no angst. none. zero. beware traveler, the levels of simping in here are very high, like dangerously high. the simpmeter is going haywire. we talking reactor meltdown levels of simping. the scouter says it's over nine thousand. but what did you expect from the payoff of a slow burn series about a guy simping real hard for his ex? also there be some level of catholic imagery here. which proves you can take the latino out of catholicism but to the catholicism ouf of the latino. again it's a series with hozier lyrics in the title, it's gonna be simping, horny and catholic. on that note the way if you want a playlist for this chapter just pull up any hozier playlist, any, it just needs to have francesca and take me to church in it.

10.

“Why don’t you let me know that new you, then?”

The words spill from your mouth in a husky voice, your palm brushing over the stubble on his face as your thumb caresses his lower lip. Your half lidded eyes hold him in such a powerful pull that Kenny doesn’t even dare to think of looking away. Not that he would ever want to. You look so beautiful that his heart almost breaks at the sight. If this isn’t what heaven feels like, he’d rather be tossed to the fires of hell.

When your lips finally descend to his own, relief washes over him like a tidal wave, crashing away everything until there is only you. And right now you are the only thing he needs. So Kenny relinquishes himself to the moment, to you, lips and hands in a worship so profound it would bring envy to any god. If only for this one blissful night, he will wash away who he was and be allowed to be someone new. To give you a side of him he wishes he could have shown all these years ago.

He dives into the kiss like a starving man, pulling your body impossibly closer as your mouths move in an erotic dance. It’s needy, and sloppy and almost desperate - but he doesn’t care, not anymore. Kenny groans into the kiss as he feels your fingers digging into his bicep, nails biting lightly into his skin as you anchor yourself on him. The hand under your shirt slides over your skin, committing every curve and bump to memory as he presses your body into his. Kenny savors every inch of your mouth, drinking your moans as he tastes whatever his tongue can touch. When you finally need to break apart for air, he buries his face in your neck again, taking in your scent as his mouth brushes over your sensitive flesh. 

Kenny’s lips ghost over your neck, his breath heating up your skin but not enough, not nearly enough. There is anticipation building up inside your body at his teasing, tightening your core as one of his hands digs into your ass, the other slowly feeling its way up your back and side. It’s bliss and torture all at the same time as you can’t help but want more, your hand delving into his hair to tug at the soft locks. He reacts with a groan and then you feel his wet tongue touch your skin, a whimper coming from your mouth as he licks a stripe up your neck, then follows the same line down with soft kisses.

You moan out his name and he seems to like it, groaning against your skin, stubble scratching your neck as his teeth graze over your pulse. It’s like you can feel his thirst as he lays sloppy kisses over your neck and shoulder before coming back to your mouth, devouring your lips with fervor. He silences your whimpers with his tongue and the warmth of his mouth, and you give yourself freely into his touch, one hand bracing your weight on his thick shoulders as the other travels down his back. You roll your hips over his own and Kenny grunts, the hand on your ass pulling you down so you can feel the hard bulge in his pants rubbing against your crotch.

When you do it again he breaks away from the kiss, teeth capturing your bottom lip as you whimper at the friction. Kenny releases your lip with a deep groan, hips bucking into your own. You feel the hand on your back sliding down, both of his hands finding your thighs and before you realize what is happening he gets up, lifting you with him, your hands clinging to his shoulders. Kenny’s fingers dig into your flesh, grip hard as his mouth never leaves your neck. He walks in fast long strides and soon enough you feel him hitting the bed, and lowering you to it. Your back hits the soft mattress, knees hooked around the edge, legs hanging from it.

Kenny climbs on the bed, kneeling over you, your hips trapped under him as he reaches for a lamp on the nightstand, dim orange light engulfing the room in its soft touch. It’s the same room you had been in before, the same posters and the same bed, but it feels completely different now. Your eyes adjust to the low light and you see Kenny take off his shirt, large hands pulling it from the back. He tosses it to the side and your breath hitches for a moment, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, but not like this - at least not in many years. And god, there was no denying how handsome he was, chiseled body bathed in the warm glow, tousled hair framing his beautiful face. And then there were his eyes, like windows to the ocean, pulling you into their depths. He smiles and you remember how to breathe, feeling blood rush to your face.

The bed dips as Kenny moves, groaning under his weight. He lowers himself to you, capturing your lips in a kiss, your hands finding his broad chest as his own slip under your shirt. To your dismay, the kiss is cut short, his fingers tugging at the fabric covering your chest as he pulls it up, urging you to move, so he can get it off, which you gladly do. Kenny tosses the shirt to the side just as he did to his own, eyes finding your exposed chest, his powerful stare feeling like fire on your skin. You almost feel self conscious at the long moment it takes for him to touch you again, one hand finding your breast as he uses the other for support, lips capturing your own in a kiss. 

Your hands lift to touch Kenny’s large body, roaming over his strong abs up to his broad chest, fingers feeling the movements of his powerful muscles under the skin. He is so large his frame almost engulfs your own, keeping you caged under his massive form, his weight pinning your hips in place. He is kissing you with fervor, the hand on your breast groping hard, thick fingers sinking into your soft flesh. One of your hands slides up his chest and to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin, your other hand travels to his side, indulging in the feeling of his hard muscles rippling under your touch and the weight of his body.

Kenny groans at your caress, feeling your hands travel his heated body, a rumble coming from deep inside his throat and dying in the wetness of your kiss. You feel so good under him, his fingers kneading your breast, relinquishing how pliable and soft it felt in his hand, his digits sinking in the supple flesh. With a loud moan, you break from the kiss, gasping for air under Kenny and whimpering as he rolls his hips over yours. Just the sound alone has his cock throbbing, anticipation building up in his gut and sending a shiver up his spine.

He feeds on the noise of your moans and the feeling of your nails sinking into his shoulder, the way your body curves under his, almost begging for his touch, drives Kenny into a frenzy. It’s like his whole being is on fire, every nerve set alight just by your proximity. He drags his lips across the side of your face, kissing your ear before taking the lobe in his mouth, sucking hard on it. You twitch under him, his name leaving your lips in a whimper, and Kenny shudders, the sound of you calling for him driving his mind to the edge as he groans in your ear.

You cry out again, hands roaming over Kenny’s torso, nails painting his pale skin red. His lips make a path down your neck, leaving a wet trail and light bites across his way. He continues to move lower, nipping on the junction of your neck and shoulder as he goes, savoring every inch of your skin he can. Kenny wants to memorize the taste of your skin and the sensation of your flesh on his fingers. To burn in his mind the smell of your body, so he would never forget it again.

His lips reach your free breast, ghosting over the soft skin for a moment as he feels your breath getting caught in your chest. Long fingers flick and pinch the nipple on your other breast and you gasp, arching further into him, the sound fueling the fire within him. When Kenny’s lips sink to your soft flesh you moan long and deep, he sucks and bites at the underside of your breast hard, his fingers never ceasing their movements. You are trembling under him, one of your hands tangling into his hair as the other almost clawed at his back. After Kenny feels satisfied, his lips disconnect from your soft skin, tongue drawing a stripe upwards until it reaches your nipple, giving it a long lick before his mouth engulfs it.

You tug at Kenny’s hair as his fingers tease your sensitive nipple, mewling and shivering when he finally takes the other one in his mouth. He moans in response, the vibrations traveling to your skin as he keeps his lips attached to your breast, sucking and licking and leaving you feverish. His body feels hot like a furnace, every single touch of his searing your skin in the most delicious way. You try to move your hips, to get some of the friction you so desperately need, but it’s futile as Kenny uses his whole weight to pin you down.

Kenny’s warm mouth lets go of your nipple, grunting loudly, the sound visceral and animalistic. His lips never leave your breast, though, returning to suck and bite at the underside as you moan in a shaky voice. You can feel his warm wet mouth on your soft skin, he is all tongue and teeth, a hunger that feels blissful. You are pretty sure there is going to be a dark purple mark there tomorrow. Though, you couldn’t say he wasn’t making good on his word - he was leaving a bruise exactly where nobody would see.

He feels you trying to squirm under him again, hips rutting against his own, pulling a strangled cry from his lips. His cock twitches in his pants at the friction, desperate for more, but there is something else he wants before. Kenny’s lips leave your skin, licking a wet path from one breast to the other. His hand releases your nipple just in time for his mouth to find it, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth as his fingers sink into your pliable flesh. Letting go of your nipple, he pulls himself up, darkened eyes looking deep into your own before he leans down to kiss you.

Just as you try to deepen the kiss, Kenny pulls away, sliding off the bed, the soft mattress bouncing up as it’s freed from his massive weight. His large hands hook under your thighs, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. You gasp and he can feel your eyes on him, burning a path through his skin while he smirks, deft fingers quickly taking off your pants and underwear in a single move. His eyes meet yours and without breaking eye contact, Kenny kneels, legs meeting the cold hard ground as his whole body drops before you.

He places your thick thighs over his shoulders, framing his head as his lips softly brush over the heated skin, relinquishing in the soft touch. You whimper at his almost touch, and Kenny grunts in response, whole body rumbling in anticipation. It had been so painfully long since he had last tasted you that he was determined to make this moment last. His hands caress your thighs as Kenny closes his eyes, taking in the smell of your skin, the exquisite mix of your chocolate perfume and the smell of your wet sex. He lays a soft wet kiss to the exposed skin framing his face, darkened eyes meeting yours, roaming your body as his lips ghost over your flesh.

“You have pants in your gear?” Kenny mumbles against your skin, husky voice dripping with lust, feeling thick as honey as the question reaches your ears.

“Yeah,” you manage to almost stutter out, breath heavy and voice stuck in your throat, “why?”

He hums against your skin, vibrations traveling through your flesh as he gives you a smile you can only describe as devilish. “You’re gonna need them for the match,” Kenny’s words come out in a groan as you feel his fingers digging into your thighs, locking them in place.

The minute the words leave his lips, you feel Kenny’s mouth on your thigh. A sharp sting rises through your flesh as his teeth sink into your skin, quickly followed by the soothing touch of his warm tongue. He is sucking and biting at your inner thigh like a starving man, cursed with a hunger that could never be sated. You whimper and moan, voice a broken, desperate cry, his strong hands keeping your legs flush against his head as he ravages them. Kenny alternates from one thigh to another, leaving his previous spot with a soothing, soft kiss once he was satisfied with his work. 

Slowly he makes his way further down, closer to where you need him to be, but still in no hurry. He is leaving dark bruises everywhere his mouth can touch, marking your inner thighs so thoroughly you are sure you’ll still be bruised by the end of the week. Though, right now, you don’t really care, you’ll gladly wear the damn pants for your match so long as you don’t lose the bliss of his touch. Kenny has you mewling and trembling under his mouth, the feeling of his sharp teeth and wet tongue mixed with the way his stubble scratched your thigh drives you close to madness. And whenever he brushes his face ever so slightly against your pussy, you feel yourself close to screaming.

By the time he gets to the apex of your thighs, you are almost begging - but not quite crossing that line yet. He nips and sucks at the junction of your leg and hip before his lips finally meet your desperate pussy. Kenny’s touch is soft, teasing, a gentle kiss to your wet folds that has you hissing and crying, when you moan his name he finally sinks his mouth onto you and you feel the air knocked out of your chest. He trails the flat of his tongue from your entrance to your clit, making you shudder, one of your hands delving into his hair and gripping tight. With a grunt, you prop your torso up in one elbow, looking down at him. Just the sight alone sends a shiver down your spine, this massive, statuesque man knelt before your feet, his hulking form groveling on the ground between your legs.

Your fingers tug at his hair and Kenny moans into your pussy, relinquishing in the warm wetness. You taste so good and he missed it so much, he is lapping at you, kissing and sucking and drinking in everything you have to give. He can feel you whimpering and shivering under him and it only fuels his desire, only making him push his lips harder on your folds as he sucks at the soft skin. You cry out his name again and Kenny groans, tongue caressing your entrance before moving up to lick at your clit.

He was insatiable, assaulting your soaked pussy as his tongue swirled around your clit. You pulled on his hair, grunting and shuddering under his touch, and by god, he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Kenny laps at your folds before sucking on your clit, the cry that comes out of you has his cock throbbing in need. He is digging his fingers into your trembling thighs, keeping them in place with a forceful grip. It’s a given that there will be bruises when he is done, but he is sure that if he wasn’t holding them, your powerful legs would be closing his windpipe pretty quickly. Though, he doesn’t mind the danger. Not when he gets to enjoy all the sounds you make as he licks and sucks at your sensitive clit, delving into your pussy until you are all he can taste.

“Kenny,” you cry out his name and he groans, the vibrations traveling through your soft flesh and making you shiver.

He can feel how close you are by the trembling of your legs, the way your hips struggle under his mouth trying to ride him so you could get what you wanted. Kenny holds you still, enjoying your needy whimpers and the way you tug so hard on his hair whenever he sucks your clit again. He is teasing you and drawing this out, he knows that, he knows you want to cum so bad, but he just wants to savor you some more. He flicks his tongue over your clit and you moan again, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

“Kenny, please,” you cry out in a desperate plea, and how could Kenny resist you when you ask so nicely?

The moment you give in and beg, you hear him groan, sucking and licking at your clit with fervor until you are seeing white. You hear a cry and it takes a moment for you to register it as yours, voice dripping with need. The arm you were using to prop yourself up gives out and your body crashes on the mattress, the hand on his hair tightening as you try desperately to ride his face through your orgasm. It’s no use, though, his strong hands hold you in place as he drinks everything you give him.

Kenny only stops when you push his face away, laying soft kisses to your trembling thighs, whispering unintelligible things into your skin as his hands gently caress the vast expanse of flesh. He stays kneeling before you, letting you recover from your intense orgasm, touching you with such tenderness you could almost call it devotion. When your legs stop trembling he gets up, in the dim lamp light you can see his face half covered in your wetness. Your eyes are drawn to his gaze, the shining blue all but gone from his eyes. Kenny moves his hands to his pants, pulling them down in one swift motion, you see his cock spring up, already glistening with pre cum. The sight breaks you from your daze and you pull yourself back from the edge of the bed, laying fully exposed before him.

The sight of you naked in bed before him has Kenny groaning, a low rumble that escapes through his teeth. You look perfect, and it’s like he can still feel your pussy on his lips, his tongue, all over his face, the sensation taking over his body. It could almost erase the taste of guilt from his mouth that he carried for all these years, clean the taint from his soul, even if just for one night. He climbs over you on the bed, your arms coming around his body, your lips meeting his, and the kiss makes Kenny feel free from the cruel sin he committed, free to try again. His body feels light under your hands, and you could never imagine how glad he feels to be here now, to get a second chance at the garden of your touch. Even if it’s ripped away from him by the light of the morning, the suffering would still be worth it, Kenny never shied away from the pain.

When his chest burns from the lack of breath, he finally breaks the kiss, eyes opening to find your own so impossibly close, his hands roaming your body in devout adoration. You lay under him, legs hooked over his own, arms thrown over his shoulders, pulling him to you, bodies sharing in the same heat. Kenny would be ashamed to admit how many times he had dreamt of this, of having you back in his arms. Ashamed of just how many times this dream had him seeking solace in his own touch, only to feel the creeping shame once the deed was done. But for once the universe smiles upon him, and when his lips find yours again, this time it isn’t a dream.

You pull him flush against you, chest to chest, skin on skin, as your mouths dance in a heated kiss. Kenny is bracing himself with one arm while his free hand travels to your ass, groping it hard and making you moan into the kiss. He rolls his hips against yours, cock rubbing over your wet pussy and it’s his time to moan, breaking away from your soft lips to bury his face in your neck. Your legs move to hook around his hips, your hands dragging over his shoulder and back, nails biting into his skin. Kenny can feel you shudder as he repeats the motion of his hips a few times, kissing your neck with fervor as sweat starts building in between your bodies.

Kenny hears you whimpering in his ear in the most beautiful way, but as much as he loves teasing you, his own self control is wearing thin. Letting go of your ass, he brings his hand to his thick shaft, positioning his cock against your entrance, pushing the head in slightly. You tremble and moan and he is fighting real hard not to bite your neck again. He keeps pushing inside, hand moving from his cock to your thigh, digging hard on your flesh as he slowly sinks his hips into yours, giving you time to accommodate his size. Kenny loses himself in the feeling of you stretching so deliciously around him, wet pussy tightening around his dick, trying to suck him in. You both moan together when he finally bottoms out inside your soft walls, voices in an erotic cacophony.

“Shit, taking everything in one go, you are still so fucking good,” Kenny whispers against your neck, hot breath almost burning you as he murmurs filthy praises against your skin in a delirious tone.

You shudder as he buries his whole cock inside of you, feeling impossibly full, his massive girth stretching your walls. It had been so long, and fuck, it still felt so damn good. Kenny holds still for just a moment, hand leaving your thigh and finding your breast again as he lays sloppy kisses on your neck. It’s like your body is burning on the inside, sweat pooling between you two, and when he moves the fire spreads. He rolls his hips back out to the tip and then pushes inside in a slow movement, your pussy molding to every bump and curve of his cock as it drags your walls. There is no preparing for how full he makes you feel, the stretch leaving your mind blank with pleasure.

He keeps on doing that, rolling his hips into yours in deliberate wave motions that have your pussy quivering and your mind spinning every time. His soft warm lips are all over your neck and shoulders, sloppily kissing and licking your sensitive skin, making you feel like you are going crazy as he draws moan after moan from your throat. A large hand gropes your breast hard before leaving it, moving down your sides, touching every once of skin it can find. It feels so fucking good, Kenny’s massive body rubbing against yours as your hands hold onto whatever you can, digging your nails into his back until you leave a mark.

After all these years, you’d forgotten how good he felt on you. Forgotten how you'd missed the feeling of his body on yours. Though, you could barely say this was the man you remembered. He had the same skin but a different touch, the same smell, but it felt different. Kenny had always been aggressive, commanding in a way that felt violent. Taking you in whichever ways he wanted, though you had always been happy to play along, let him manhandle and bend you into whatever it was he desired. This time, though, this time it felt different. Intense, but in a whole other manner. The way his body sinks into yours feels like heavenly bliss, tailor made for you. His hand traveling down your body like a caress that’s at the same time tender and desperate. It’s like touching fire, but the burn never comes.

Kenny leaves your neck, propping himself on his knees without ever slipping out of you. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your calf and knee, one hand holding your thigh flush against his body as the other pulls your hips towards his own. You moan at the sight of him, crying out his name as he speeds up his thrusts. He keeps stretching you out, making you feel your pussy quivering around him, and his thick length twitching in response. Kenny is burying himself into you with fervor, messy locks falling over his face, his eyelids fluttering, hiding darkened eyes almost devoid of their usual blue. 

The swollen head of his cock presses sinfully against your insides, right on the spot that has you rolling your eyes. It raises the heat in your core, a delicious burn that has you groaning loudly, Kenny biting into the skin of your leg as he grunts in response. He is pushing his cock all the way inside and you moan out every time you feel his hips meeting your own. Fuck, he is so damn big and thick, stretching your walls thin, pushing you to the brim whenever he bottoms out. The feeling of fullness is a pleasure that almost borders on pain, making your hands grasp desperately at anything, one of them finding the soft bed and the other digging into the skin of his thigh.

Your hands find Kenny’s leg, holding onto him tight and he almost roars, feeling his hard length twitch inside you. Your pussy feels like it was made to take his cock, soft warm walls drawing him back in every time he pulls out, clenching and shaking around him every time he buries himself deep enough to feel his balls pressed to your ass. It’s like your hand in his thigh is trying to pull him in, urge him closer, deeper, and if he could, he’d stay deep inside you forever. The pleasure feels like a drug, and Kenny had always been clean, but he imagined this is what it feels like - the powerful, world shaking bliss, and the vicious call of the need to keep coming back for it. It’s as if he hadn’t been home in years, and he was finally allowed back in. 

A large hand pulls your hips back to meet his and you cry out loud, such a sweet, needy sound that has Kenny going crazy. He just can’t get enough of it - of you, and everything you have to give. He goes faster, slamming down hard on your abused pussy, hips in a fluid wave like motion. His cock hits your sweet spot and you moan again, making Kenny shudder, feeling his thick length throb with every sound you make, precum already spilling greedily from the swollen head. The coil in his core tightens as the pleasure builds up in him, so intense it borders on agony, shaking his body to the bones.

Kenny’s mouth finds your calf again, biting and sucking as he keeps his hard pace, feeling your body shiver under him again and again. He is mumbling obscene praises into your skin, words spilling from his mouth like a mad man’s prayers. When you cry out his name, he feels something inside him rage, your voice dripping with lust and need, heating up his body like a wildfire. He pushes your leg back into your body, one hand hooked under your knee as he presses it against your torso. His chest now close to yours again, you bring your lips to meet his, mouths locked in a messy kiss as one of your hands delves into his hair, the other scratching at his back.

Your tongues move in a sloppy dance as he fucks you hard and fast, sinking his entire length down before pulling back out almost all the way. The new position lets him go even deeper and you think you could go mad from it. When his cock presses against that one sweet spot inside you once more, you break away from the kiss, gasping and breathing hard as your pussy clenches around his hard shaft. From above you, Kenny grunts, a deep and wild sound, his hair falling over your face and curtaining you both from the world. He is so damn beautiful like this, sweaty, disheveled and drunk on pleasure. He looks raw and untamed, fucking you like his life depended on that, body feeling like it was molded for your own.

Soft lips find your jaw, laying warm kisses all over it as he hammers himself into you, obscene wet noises filling the room, accompanied by heavy breaths and needy moans. Kenny’s cock continuously pressing against your sweet spot has you oversensitive. His free hand reaches the spot where your bodies meet, deft fingers finding your clit and pulling a strangled cry from your lips, your pussy convulsing around his thick cock. The constant stimulation drowns your senses until all you can feel is the heat of his body almost searing yours, and the intoxicating scent of his skin, a mix of sweat, cologne and your own juices. He has your pussy clenching around him and it doesn’t take long for you to see stars, shaking under his touch and crying out in pleasure as your orgasm hits full force.

A savage and desperate growl leaves Kenny’s mouth as he feels your walls tightening against his shaft, the sensation so good it has him speeding up on instinct. He is thrusting into you hard and fast, chasing his pleasure as the coil in his core tightens more, coming close to snapping. His hand leaves your clit to pull your hips to him as he kisses your chest, burying his face into your skin in pure adoration of your scent. Your hands hold tight to his back and shoulders, and Kenny feels weightless and complete. Oh, how he wished the moment could last forever, but he can’t help his body craving for release when your soft walls are still quivering, milking his cock in a sinful way.

The sloppy sound of his length slamming into your pussy drives Kenny even further, cock throbbing with abandon. His movements are faster now, growing more erratic as he seeks his release, balls feeling tight and heavy as they press against your soft ass. The coil within his core tightens to its limit, your low whimpers under him not helping one bit. You whisper his name in a weak moan, arms pulling him to you and it’s all Kenny can take, stars filling his vision as he drives deep into your soft pussy, massive length buried all the way to the balls. He spills himself into you with a deep and animalistic groan, every muscle in his body contracting as pleasure floods his senses. 

Kenny rocks his hips against yours, riding his high and burying himself impossibly deep into you as he drives his cum into your wet pussy. He is shooting rope after rope of cum in you, painting your insides white. It’s so thick and hot and it just doesn’t stop coming, his orgasm seeming like it lasts an eternity as he drains his balls completely in your cunt. Your name spills from his lips when his hips stop moving, cum leaking out of your abused pussy as he keeps his cock buried as deep inside as he physically can. Kenny kisses the leg he has pressed against you, his body almost crashing onto yours, he knows he needs to move, but he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t want to lose the moment, to break the spell, but he needs to. 

Strained muscles lift his heavy body with a deep sigh, when he pulls out you whimper, and his heart almost breaks as he crashes by your side on the bed. For a couple of minutes the only sound in the room is heavy breathing, Kenny doesn’t dare touching you, out of fear of trespassing some invisible line, no matter how much his hands yearn for your own. He doesn’t dare to speak either, terrified he will say something he would regret, reveal the feelings he had buried deep in his aching heart. His gaze stays glued to the ceiling, only seeing your heaving form from the corner of his vision. Kenny feels his heart skip a beat when your hands touch his forearm, your fingers wrapping around it and softly caressing the skin. His blue eyes finally land on you and you look so beautiful, it’s almost torture.

“You know,” you say with a chuckle, breathing still heavy as the words spill from your lips, “you keep complaining about your age, but you are still doing fucking fantastic,” you laugh, slapping his arm playfully and it’s his turn to chuckle, feeling his face burn red as your eyes find him. “I’ve seen men ten years younger than you not doing half as good.”

You smile at him and Kenny laughs, the sound bubbling from deep within his chest. It’s like all tension dissipates from the air, the dark clouds in his mind clearing until there is nothing left. He will take the compliment, he will take whatever you have to give, even if it isn’t what he wants, he will take it, one day at a time. He can worry about tomorrow when it comes, worry about his feelings when that dam breaks, worry about what you feel when that crossroads appear. For now, he will just enjoy the moment, and enjoy having you here.

“Good to know, then,” he says with a laugh, voice still hoarse and strained. “Up for round two?”

“Hell, yeah,” you respond with a smile, and in a second his lips are on yours again.

The large room is engulfed in darkness when Kenny wakes up, only faint dim light coming through the heavy curtains and he can guess it’s still the dead of night out there. He shivers, and his still hazy mind finally starts to register his sense of touch, and register your body lying close to his own. He has one arm thrown loosely over your waist and a leg resting between yours, your back turned to him. It still takes another moment for it to fully sink in his mind, and he doesn’t remember how you both ended up in this position, but he won’t complain.

Though, now he could guess why he woke up. You had bundled the covers around yourself, leaving almost nothing for him. He could remember this from way back in Japan, a characteristic that was at the same time annoying and endearing. Sighing, he pulls the covers back from you, finally covering his still naked body. You don’t even stir, having always been a heavy sleeper and he knew this wasn’t your fault, just a side effect of how much you could move in your sleep at times. His solution had always been snuggling up close and keeping you locked in his arms, making sure you didn’t move enough to leave him cold in the middle of the night. Now he missed even that, just like he missed having you on his bed, laying tangled in his arms. 

But he didn’t want to think about that right now, he didn’t want to let that pain take hold. So he focused on watching you sleep, his hand caressing your torso as he watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. You seemed so peaceful, so different from the wild storm you were in your everyday life. Though, he could still see the remnants of that written on your exposed back, the marks of a life lived fully. There were some faded old scars, at least one he recognized from back in New Japan, but there were also newer ones, ones he didn’t know the story of, and at least one you had told him about. The two thick lines stretching on your spine, one of them as long as the palm of his hand, the other the size of his thumb. Kenny wondered if they hurt still, and he wished he could be there to help. A small and stupidly hopeful voice in his head whispering how it wished he could be here to help in the future.

Before that voice can take hold, and before his aching heart makes him suffer again, Kenny snuggles closer to you. He seeks the peace your presence brings, the comfort of your warmth against his heavy body. You stir slightly but don’t move away, and he knows that maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, but he doesn’t care, locking you in his embrace as he did so many years ago. It’s almost like you fit better now, and he buries his face in your hair, your scent taking over his senses as Kenny closes his eyes and falls asleep again. This time, sleep doesn’t evade him, Morpheus' grip plunging him into the most peaceful darkness.

An annoying ringing noise pulls you out of your calm sleep, the insistent sound breaking you out of your comfortable dreams and back to the world of the living. It still continues as your eyes try to adjust to the soft light surrounding you. It was your phone, you could tell, lost somewhere just close enough that you could hear it. From the faint sound you knew it was in the pocket of your pants, but where were those? With a sad grunt, you fight to lift your heavy body, the weight diminishing when Kenny’s arm slides away from you.

Shit, Kenny. Sitting up, you glance down at your body to see the marks on the underside of your breast. Yeah, that tracks. Looking back, you see Kenny stirring in his sleep, the ringing probably already waking him up too. Oh, yes, your phone. You look around to see its screen shining through the fabric of your sweatpants on the ground, near the foot of the bed. Pulling it out, you see Nick’s name on the screen, and when you put the phone to your ear, his voice comes through loud and clear.

“Hey sleeping beauty, why the hell aren’t you answering your door? I mean, at least you aren’t dead in your hotel room or something,” you hear Nick say with only a tinge of exasperation, booming voice holding a humorous tone.

“Shit, Nick, I’m so sorry,” you respond, rubbing your eyes as you feel movement behind you. “I’m gonna meet you real soon,” you say the words as a hand gently touches your back.

“Yeah, yeah, you know you are making me late for breakfast, right?” As Nick talks, you turn to look to the side, seeing Kenny sitting up in the bed, his blue eyes trailed on your form. He is so close to you that you are sure he can hear Nick’s loud voice through the speaker. “Matt’s already waiting downstairs. Anyway, why aren’t you just opening the door?”

“Listen,” you begin, but your words are interrupted by a mischievous laugh on the other end of the line. 

“You aren’t in your hotel room, are you?” 

The question comes with malice and you see Kenny’s eyebrows raise, blue eyes looking to the side. Oh, yeah, he had heard that alright. You try to find an answer to give Nick, words failing you for a long moment as you begin to speak, opening your mouth but no sound coming out. It’s never easy to explain to people that you hooked up with your ex. Though, you don’t need to, Nick’s voice coming through the line again quickly, letting the silence last for only just that moment.

“Oh, you,” he snickers and you shake your head, eyes dropping to the covers as you sigh. “Is that why you didn’t answer our messages last night? Matt wanted to know how Kenny was doing, you know that,” his voice drops a little, the mischief dissipating from his words by the end of the sentence. Though, before you can react, he pauses for a heavy moment, and you know he is putting two and two together. “Wait, you were at Kenny’s yesterday, and he wasn’t answering last night either. Don’t tell me…”

Nick laughs, and you feel Kenny’s large hand dropping from your back. You look at him again and you can’t be sure if he heard everything, but his expression shows you that he at least understood what was going on. With another sigh, you pat his thigh through the covers in a reassuring gesture, shaking your head as you hear the dying laughter before finally answering.

“Ugh, come on Nick, don’t act like a teenager” you try to be stern, shoulders dropping as you rub your temple. “I’m gonna get going and be there soon.”

“Hey, chill, I’m not judging you or anything,” your answer comes in a calmer tone, a kinder one too and you can tell he is genuine. “I’m not ratting on you right now either, but Matt’s gonna find out soon enough on his own, I’m sure you know that,” your eyes glance at Kenny as Nick speaks and you know he is right, it’s not like you feel ashamed or anything, but you are glad Nick knows this isn’t his life to be talking about. “Anyway, just get your ass over here quick so we can go on with the day, alright. Love you, dumbass.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. And thanks, man,” you respond quietly, a small smile on your lips.

“Hey, you are a big girl, you can make your own choices. I will pester the living shit out of you about that though,” and there it was, the limits of his maturity, but you could live with that, he had earned the right to annoy you by now. “See ya soon.”

Kenny watched you talking on the phone, apprehension starting to creep to the back of his mind as he fought to keep it away. Part of him wondered what this meant, the other arguing that it didn’t matter, if he was so afraid of the outcome he shouldn’t have jumped in at the start. But he did, so there was no use overthinking it now. When you pulled the phone away from your ear, you crashed back on the bed, a long groan leaving your lips as Kenny laughed quietly at the sight. He took the chance to caress your hair, smiling when you hummed at the touch,

“Nick?” He asked, his fingers tangling into your soft locks.

“Yeah, he wants me back in the hotel asap,” you replied, disappointment in your voice. “Ugh, so much for wanting some morning sex, I guess.”

You leaned into his hand, and Kenny laughed at the dramatic pout on your face. The  early morning sun shining through the curtains bathed the room in a soft light that made your skin glow, the shine of your sleepy eyes feeling like it was inviting him in. It made him brave enough to lean into you, lips capturing your own in a tender kiss. His heavy heart sang with joy when you responded to his gentle touch, your hand coming to his face, caressing his warm skin. Sure, he would have liked that morning sex too, but he would take whatever victory he got.

When your lips parted, you got up, taking a quick shower before dressing up and getting ready to leave. Kenny offered to make you breakfast, even though he knew you’d refuse, but he still tried anyway. But this time, when he offered to give you a ride, you accepted - a surprise that despite being small, painted a smile on his face, he knew very well you weren’t one to accept any help easily. So he drove you to the hotel, dropping you at the entrance before driving home again. He had things to do and he didn’t want to encroach on your space. It would be better to leave you alone for now, no matter how much he missed your touch already.

The minute Kenny was back in his room, his body dropped heavy like lead on the bed. Everything smelled like you, and fuck, he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted his bed to smell like that forever, even though he knew it was impossible. Burying his face in the pillow you had slept on, Kenny could already feel the turmoil brewing in the back of his mind, feelings pushing to the surface even as he tried to keep them down. But damn, his heart was putting up a fight, kicking up a storm in his chest as it fluttered at the memory of your touch, your taste, the heat of your body pressed against his own. He was acting like a hopeless romantic, and he wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing. But he was pretty fucking certain he couldn’t stop his heart, even if he tried.

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#kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega smut #kenny omega imagine #aew smut #btw yes the today is gonna be the day part is supposed to be read like it's sung in wonderwall

[tadpole-apocalypse]

@grandmother-goblin tagged me to post 5 movies I’d love to show others; planned to post this last week but then I got hit by a car 😔

Those of you that know me well will understand I exercised great restraint with this list. I could have filled it all up with Neil Breen films, but I was good. 😇

On to the movies:

1. Liquid Sky. Sleazy nyc genderqueer sci fi. Killer soundtrack.

2. Petey Wheatstraw - Extremely funny movie with the greatest theme song of all time. Rudy Ray Moore’s best film imo; my brother and I quote this movie all the time.

3. The Devils - one of my favorite films ever, but very hard to find. My brother had to get a Korean release just to watch and the quality was so shitty 😭 Warner brothers won’t rerelease it because it’s too horny I guess

4. Time to Duel - I’ve made two separate friend groups watch this and it was a huge hit each time. Please watch this movie. Kaiba’s actor is on another level.

5. Bound - Butch Gina Gershon and Femme Jennifer Tilly. 🥵🥵🥵 also just an insanely slick and entertaining movie and you can see a lot of neat film making that they carried over to The Matrix

Ok I am going to tag @psalacanthea @spectator-eyes @vspin @mercymaker @collegeoflore @boghermit @omgkalyppso and @bhaalsdeepbat. I want to see all your picks if you choose to share 🤭

#tag game

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/6/2024

some weeks it's really hard to come up with a snappy little bon mot to put here

listening

Barbarella, by a fuck of a lot of people. yes i DID watch this movie this week! this is the single catchiest theme song i have ever heard. i cannot link the actual opening credits scene bc tumblr will censor that shit SO fast. spotify

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reading

Rebecca Roanhorse's Tread of Angels novella. this is an urban magic old west religious fantasy novella. VERY sangfielle friendsatthetable vibes, there's an old west mining town centered around the body of the demon Abbadon, which is being mined for its powerful properties. demons and angels have sort of interbred throughout the human population. there is some deeply nerdy catholic bullshit and i say that as someone who was in catholic school for fifteen years. actually let's just take Roanhorse's explanation

the setting and premise are not where the novella bites off way more than it can chew. the main character, a cardsharp, has a chanteuse sister being held accused of a murder and she's got 48hrs to prove her innocence. the time limit and general structure is good, and it uses its side characters wisely, there's just a fuck of a lot of them.

in general, this novella does not have the emotional room to make its emotional beats really count. for example, there was a second breakup with an ex after a night of passion that mostly just left me confused. more broadly, the main character has an oldest sister's selfsacrificing nature that has twisted into utter ruthlessness with regards to her sister, and i'm both impressed Roanhorse managed to convey that in so few pages and annoyed bc i really wanted to see more of that in way more detail. due to the nature of it being a novella, the series of escalating decisions she takes feel very jagged in their escalation. i hope that makes sense.

it's got really interesting ideas! i want to know more about the ideas! i wish this was a full book instead of a novella, so the ending hits a little better instead of a Well That Just Happened way. from this interview it seems Roanhorse also wanted it to be a full book, but it was sort of a "i need something short and sweet so i don't go insane while adapting my other book for TV" (which is very exciting!!!)

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watching

really a bizarre set of films. extremely unemployed energy in this watchlist this week. largely composed of "what's on my letterboxed watchlist and also available for free on tubi, with brief forays into hulu"

Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons (2013, dir. Chow). loved the overall visual design of the antagonists and the monsters, did not overall love this movie. it is a solid martial arts showcase and the first twenty minutes with freshwater JAWS are the most tightly plotted. it kind of flounders (lol) after that. can't find a gif i like.

INU-OH (2021, dir. Yuasa) genuinely healed my heart a little i think. queer (complimentary, not queer in the western massachusetts housing coop way) feudal anime glam rock opera. i am sooooooo picky about bad dads in movies as a driving force but this really soothed my daddy issues. stuck the landing on both storytelling and visuals.

Barbarella (1968, dir. Vadim) WOW Jane Fonda was hot. this was both sillier and less porny than i was led to believe (if we ignore the softcore porn opening credits). however horny this movie was it was not brave enough to have some girl-on-girl action with barbarella and the evil empress, even though the evil empress never seems to actually learn her name and just calls her “pretty” or “pretty-pretty”. shoutout to the one fic on ao3 that rectifies this situation. certainly a piece of scifi history, i wish modern scifi was as brave with its theatrical set dressing, i think one viewing is good enough for me bc i cannot stop thinking about how all the women on set might have been treated.

john philip law popped up and i said out loud to my cat “hey i know him from cowboys”

Flower Drum Song (1961, dir. Koster) got conned into watching this by the hotvintagemen poll bc i wanted to see what james shigeta’s deal was, and if he did have a sort of ratpack sensibility as the propaganda described. he does! however this movie is unrelentingly awful. it is so so so slow. all of its comedy is racism-based. it feels like a three and a half hour two-VHS set instead of two hours. i like to think i have a stronger stomach for older media and am able to consider things as products of their times but this is my upper limit i think. one brief fleeting moment of cool production with this triple mirror effect

Dirty Dancing (1987, dir. Ardolino). we were trying to find something to watch on either peacock or hbo max, and when i said "oh i've never seen that" out loud my my best friend said "that's insane we're watching it". i did not hate this movie, but i feel like i missed some critical window of development in which i would have had to see this movie to really love it. i had sort of an abnormal high school experience and i am a smidge too old to relate to bildungsroman any more. but it was cute! it was fine! i think patrick swayze’s jawline could cut glass. this film was made after Roe v Wade (1973) and i feel like the backstreet abortion b-plot has done this interesting 180 from sort of a historical novelty to a real threat and terror again. fun!

that’s it for the watching section i promise

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playing

im doing the thing where i play a game for ten minutes, put it down, and then pick it back up again, which is probably not terrific for the health of my elderly switch. but whatever. what have i been up to in breath of the wild?

not a ton of progress map-wise, but did make it up to zora’s domain.

i was planning on the camel being the first divine beast, to get that over with bc i had such a devil of a time in my last playthrough, but the thing about the desert is it’s really far away.

dicked around the dueling peaks stables for a while without managing to defeat that guardian and unlock that shrine. so it goes. i think i really need an actual guardian shield from one of the minor tests of strength shrines instead of a normie shield. this line and sidequest made me laugh— it wasn’t terribly hard to find this little cache but it was a tricky bit of gliding.

didn’t realize the horses don’t have that much vertical threat perception, just like real horses. this little band walked right under me and i failed to glide down and land perfectly on someone’s back, which did freak them all out.

i think my new favorite place in a game is this little grove clinging to the side of the dueling peaks. it felt very peaceful and cozy. nothing can get me up there and there’s more than enough room to make a little campfire and cook dinner and not roll off the mountain in a sleeping bag the middle of the night.

also fully kitted out my house bc i had a very successful mining expedition along dueling peaks. EXTREMELY forgiving and generous secondary opening area imo, thanks game

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making

i started this glitch sampler pattern by tumblr's own mathysphere (not @'d bc this is a fuck of a long post) at the beginning of the pandemic, june 2020, while thinking "eh let's give this friends at the table counterweight thing a shot" got most of the way through both counterweight and this piece, put it down bc i was so annoyed with all the confetti stitches (random one-off stitches of colors that aren't anywhere near other stitches of the same color. i think i resorted to fraychek at several points in the rover square) and then put it down so long i had to throw it out during the great moth debacle, bc it was partly eaten.

here's what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i think this time around i am a much better technical stitcher (the first crack at this i didn't know the loop method of starting, or pin stitches, or really any alternate endings except running the tail under the last few stitches). i usually stitch with three strands bc i like the look, but i think the loop method with three strands is overly fiddly. i have not picked up cross stitch since mmmm 2021, but any mistakes or unevenness in this will simply contribute to the glitch effect. i'm going to go back and backstitch the four "frames" and key portions of the sampler to highlight portions of the glitches (eg the yellow and blue centers of the spiral galaxy, the interior of the eclipse, perhaps add an antenna to the rover).

still not my tidiest back, but hey. it's going to sit in a frame and not have any sort of friction or extra force applied to it ever

i am really looking forward to framing this in a deep shadowbox, i have an idea about how to mat it with little melty cutouts for the drips at the bottom.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[hekateinhell]

Human AU where Armand owns a theatre, Daniel is a journalist, Lestat is an actor who used to work for Armand but is now trying to break into the music industry and Louis is a depressed Catholic priest with internalised homophobia and Claudia is an orphan he took under his wing

Hold up... Lestat used to work for Armand? 🫢 Bet they were hooking up the whole time (relationship disguised as a situationship), but then had a nasty breakup when Lestat wanted to go off and do his own thing.

As for Louis, I'm thinking maybe he's trying to enroll Claudia in some music classes, and Lestat's become a kid's music teacher by day to play the bills. So they meet when Louis drops Claudia off for that first class and of course Lestat can't help but flirt with this sad, wet holy man on his doorstep.

Louis subsequently spirals into a moral crisis that's not improved whatsoever when he returns a couple hours later and bumps into Armand, who has just arrived to drop off some of Lestat's belongings (and possibly instigate an argument that will lead to breakup sex). Armand's sleep deprived and still very emotionally raw and jittery (stimulants, maybe?), so he stumbles walking up the steps; Louis instinctively catches him and Armand is charmed. For the first time in months, he feels soothed and grounded and it takes his breath away (the drugs are also helping). In true soap opera fashion, this is precisely when Lestat opens the door and see his complicated ex in the arms of his latest complicated crush and he is Unimpressed But Also Horny™️

Daniel is the college freshman journalist who had intended to do a little writeup on Lestat as the leading actor in Armand's play but All Hell Broke lose the very same day Daniel dropped in to observe a rehearsal and interview him, so he got a front row to that shit show (literally). He then bumped into Lestat later that evening at bar where Lestat was drinking away his breakup woes, Daniel bought him a drink or two or three, and they've been friends ever since so Daniel is just kind of... around now.

So once again I'm thinking outsider POV fic from Daniel's POV: watching Lestat and Armand's very public breakup in the theater; accidentally walking in on them having angsty breakup sex in the studio; also inevitably meeting Louis when he starts bringing Claudia for music lessons every fucking day. Listening to Lestat ramble about Louis and Armand both, and then witnessing the Fucking Fit that Lestat has when he discovers Armand has been going over to the church regularly to try and seduce the hot, depressed priest.

The drama!

#you ask and hekate answers #vc #armand/lestat #lestat/louis #armand/lestat/louis #daniel is also here #au thoughts

[cult-of-lilith]

I think my favorite sleepover fantasy is me being invited to someone's house, just the two of us, and waking up im the middle of the night to find her on top of me, my shirt pulled up and her carefully playing my tits. Slowly realizing she's pulled my pants and underwear down, and I can feel her cock slowly pushing into me, twitching a little from how eager she is. Laying there in shock, so confused that I don't even think to fight back at first. Then she realizes I'm awake and decides she doesn't need to be careful anymore, so she starts hungrily groping my tits and pounding into me, fucking me harder when I beg her to stop. As she uses me she pants in my ear, telling me she couldn't help herself, that she was just going to play with my tits, but then she needed to touch me more, and when she felt how wet my pussy was she couldn’t resist finding out how it'd feel to breed me while I was so helpless 🥰🤤

Strega babe you're just too tempting to leave to sleep, you look just so soft and wet sleeping like that I couldn't resist breeding you 😘

#i forgot what i tag asks as #horny-ex-catholic

[takearisk-xo]

I love tpfy because it makes harry grovel after ginny at the first chapter and it's sexy that he never got over her. Like imagine being so hot that your high school ex boyfriend of 3 months is so affected by you that he has to school his expression whenever you're mentioned. wow that's fucking powerful.

also your harry has the horniness of a catholic priest and I also think that's hot.

I can give more reasons if you'd like:

harry refalling in love with her by just seeing her smile

harry so scared about her stalker that he loans his INVISIBILITY CLOAK to her (like when has he ever done that in the books?)

the only reason harry couldn't get to ginny that other time was because he was physically incapable of doing so

remember the comment about catholic priest? he was so hot and bothered after making out with her but that didn't stop him for wanting to discuss their relationship (also he made her *** first) he has that catholic guilt even tho he wasn't raised catholic (he's more of a "I shouldn't have any earthly pleasure if it's not with her)

hence the song Francesca from Hozier appeals so much to them. like she made it all worth it and he'd it again everytime. he would live 50 years alone if that meant one more day with her.

sorry for the rant

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING THIS IS LITERALLY MUSIC TO MY EARS AKSLDJSDFHKASJFH

harry is so horny thank you so much for bringing that to my attention. and you are exactly right, he will only allow himself happiness and carnal pleasures as long as it's with ginny.

can i ask a favor? can we do like a THE PATH FROM YOU love night? is that completely insane? like a reverse AMA where you guys send me your fav plot beats or your fav scenes and i get totally reinvigorated to work on it?

if this is too weird or too needy forget i ever said anything

#god this is nuts sorry #the path from you #anon #answered

[vergess]

Another nsft ask now that I think about it (feel free to ignore or answer privately if you want):

Has the site always been this horny/sex positive?

idk if it's just the circles I'm in but it's so refreshing to see people just be this...openly horny you know? Really encouraged me to get more comfortable expressing that. Especially coming from a private puritanical/sex negative upbringing.

(also the willingness of people to ask for/ participate in horny DMs has been fun for me ngl lmao)

Actually, this is our medium setting.

In the heyday, before SESTA/FOSTA got passed in the US leading to sweeping porn bans across many platforms (and slow creeping porn bans across others, eg twitter)? Tumblr was MUCH more sex positive than even this.

Things started going dramatically down hill circa 2015.

It was so openly expected that people would treat sex as just another subject of discussion and art on tumblr, that it actually left us surprisingly vulnerable.

See, in the US especially, sex is regarded as absolutely evil. Something to be allowed only in the briefest moments of a marriage, solely for popping out kids.

So tumblr's extremely sex positive atmosphere meant it was often rather alarming to newcomers.

And when they expressed any discomfort, SWERFs (Sex Work Exclusionary Radical Feminists; TERFs but for sex instead of gender) would immediately pile onto them, love bombing them and reassuring them that their discomfort is Good, Actually, and all those nasty sexy queers are just trying to sexually abuse them, etc etc.

They would use a combination of extreme affection and isolation to separate these kids from their social groups and families, and force them to watch hours of porn with the specific intent of creating a traumatic trigger around sex, so these victims could be trusted to go out and start harassing the shit out of anyone who mentioned it.

They especially targeted children. The reason "minors do not interact" is such a common phrase is because of that. Same with "don't you know I'm neurodivergent and a minor."

These SWERFs would start huge discord servers and skype groups where they would collect any kid who saw a dick on tumblr and didn't like it, and basically brainwash them. I know how that sounds but it's NOT an exagerration. They literally formed an actual, honest to god cult.

That army of SWERF addled kids not only drove several people to suicide, but actually raped people, hospitalized artists, and caused irreparable damage. If you see someone complaining about "antiships" on here, that's the name of the cult movement in question. You may see people call themselves "ex-anti" in the same way they would "ex-catholic," and those people who got out of that cult can attest to how horrific it is.

Unfortunately, you'll also see them insist that they aren't a cult, or that anyone who calls them a cult (including parents, therapists, and doctors) is just Too Online and needs to Touch Grass instead of "fighting with a minor." Some of these people insistently call themselves minors despite being 25!!

Because of all that, when SESTA/FOSTA forced the porn ban in 2018, there was a massive portion of the user base who literally celebrated it. Even among regular users, it was heralded as an end to that sheer fucking violence.

Of course, the cult just started organizing on twitter so they could continue harassing people, or worse, attending conventions to assault people, etc.

I would say that 2018 was the low point. In the last 5 years, recovering any modicum of sex positivity has been slow, labourious work.

Actually, hand to god, y'all redditors coming in hot with your femboy fridays and your bottomposting made a HUGE difference. I haven't seen this much casual, carefree sexuality in years.

I keep saying "nature is healing" about this. You're like wonderful rehabbed wolves coming to our deer-decimated woodlands.

#Asks #Answered asks #broccoli-bitching

[catholic-character-tournament]

What's the tournament: Tumblr deciding what blorbo had a life of heroic virtue and worthy of public veneration and imitation, according to the catholic church. AKA, us voting on what blorbo is in heaven

Who qualifies: See here but tldr: Catholic, Orthodox* and Catholic /Orthodox code characters. No protestants because we love excluded them (and because y'all call us idol worshipers). Headcanons are fine. Basically, if they were a real person in this universe, is it reasonable to assume they'd be Catholic?

*Orthodox are allowed because they're some orthodox church are in full communion with Rome (ex: Copts, Eastern Catholic, etc). But it's too complicated to explain what orthodox branches are and aren't so I'm just opening it to all orthodox

**Can make an expectation for Anglo-Catholics/Anglicans/Episcopalian if the blorbo believes in Saints. Google says some Anglicans pray to saints and some don't so ahhh, if your blorbo prays to Mom ok I'll allow it

***Works heavily inspired by the author's religion (Lord of the Rings) are allowed

How it works: Submit the character here, if they get selected I will open another poll to submit propaganda. The propaganda will include all their virtues, miracles AND their sins.

Example of propaganda:

Matt Murdock

virtues

literally a martyr, seeing himself a God's soldier on a holy war to save hell's kitchen

believes in redemption believes everyone deserves a second chance

miracles:

Surviving the car accident that blinded him and getting enhanced senses

(show) survives a building falling on top of him

(comics) survives getting hit by a car

sins

liar. He lies so so much.

horny

(comics) cheated on his wife while she's a mental breakdown

(comics) home wrecker, slept with a mob boss's wife even after Matt met her family

(show) (tw suicide) tries to kill himself

Ok? Ok! Reblog and submit!

Ask questions here

#tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls