#technically its not always foreplay

[chansabsfanclub]

could you do an nsfw alphabet with felix?? i always see weird ones with him whereas i always see him as a soft dom (not even a dom just very caring but in control of it still?)

Felix NSWF Alphabet

genre : suggestive smut, mostly gender neutral but Wild card is a fem/reader.

word count : 1479 warning : masturbation, suggestive contents a/n : thank you for requesting this, sorry it took me a bit to post but it's here!

Aftercare :

Felix's aftercare is pretty simple.  He'll clean you both up, grab the blankets and snuggle up with you for cuddles.  You both get really sleepy so you like to fall asleep right after.

Body Part :

He loves his voice, yes technically its not a body part, but he loves how weak it makes you, and when he whispers dirty things in your ear, you melt into his arms.  He loves your love handles, he loves holding them and feeling them, and he loves pulling you closer to him with them.

Cum:

He'll prefer to cum into a condom, he's not ready for a baby and hesitant to go raw incase of STI's.  But after a couple months of you two doing it, once in a while he'll go raw, and when he does he loves to cum all over your stomach.

Dirty Secret :

He secretly wants to try some non vanilla sex.  He wants to experiment a bit with ass slapping or choking or even hair pulling, or hard core dominating you.  He's too shy to bring it up though.

Experience :

I don't think he has a lot of experience, he's probably had a girlfriend here or there when he was younger and possibly had his first time, but that's it.  He would love you to have more experience, to show him how to do it and then he can take over, or for the two of you to learn about it together.

Favourite Position :

Cowgirl.  Even though you would be on top, he'd moving your hips and doing little thrusts into you at the same time.

Goofy : 

Felix would try and have fun in the bedroom, he'd be serious when you guys really got into it and we're close to finishing.  During foreplay and the lead up to it though, he would be teasing you and giggling at how flustered you'd get.

Hair :

He keeps it clean cut.  Not completely shaved but not crazy wild, just long enough that it doesnt prick you when you rub up against it.

Intimacy :

Out in public, Felix loves intimacy.  He loves holding your hand, not to show off but because he loves being attached to you.  He'll give you big hugs, but nothing too sexual.  He loves the cute little intimacy moments you two have.  In private he's alllll over you.

Jerking off :

Felix will do it twice or three times a week if he can find the time.  It's not super important to him, but if you send him a sexy little pic or video and it gets him in the mood, he'll send you a few pics back of his dick in his hand.

Kinks : 

He doesn't have many kinks that he knows of.  He likes being a soft dom to you, so one of his kinks would be if you held control with him, guided him at the same time as he guides you.  You're both in control of the other person to help them make you feel good, and you two work together to have amazing sex.

Location :

Felix prefers the privacy of your bedroom.  He'd be too embarrassed if someone caught you two doing those kinds of things, so he would make sure you guys had the privacy of a closed room before proceeding with sexual acts.

Motivation :

His biggest weakness is dancing.  If you sat him down and told him you had a surprise for him, dropped your clothes and did a little stripper dance or lap dance, he would have his hands all over you and unable to resist your body and the way it moved.

No :

Voyeurism is a huge no for Felix.  He wouldn't want anyone else to watch you or for you to watch other people.  He doesn't watch porn a lot, it makes him uncomfortable and he would prefer to just watch you.

Oral :

He loves it as foreplay.  He loves seeing you look up at him as you suck him off, or looking up at you as he gives you pleasure.  But he'd rather finish in you instead.

Pace : 

He likes soft and sensual paces at the start, but will quicken to a fast pace as you guys get closer to your ends.  Adding in a hard thrust every now and then to make you moan.

Quickie :

One of your favourite things to do.  If you two don't have a lot of time, he'll quickly fuck you before you have to go somewhere.  He always makes sure to keep a condom in his wallet incase you want to do one before leaving the house or apartment.

Risk :

He's not too risky because he's scared of being embarrassed or doing something weird and it doesn't work out to be good.  If there's something he's desperate to try though he's willing to take that risk.

Stamina :

Felix is a performer which gives him great stamina.  If you guys have time he will do you multiple times for hours.  He makes out at 3 rounds though, after that he's ready to take a break and just cuddle with you.

Toys :

Other than a pair of handcuffs or two, toys aren't a big thing for you two in the bedroom.  He likes to just focus on the actual sex and intimacy with you than be caught up in foreplay and sex toys.  He'll support you if you have your own vibrator or two to help with your own masturbation.

Unfair :

He likes teasing you when you get flustered over his his deep voice, especially when he's whispering naughty things to you and you turn bright red.  He'll step back and laugh at your tomato face, and kiss you all over.

Volume :

Felix mutters deep voiced curses under his breath while fucking you, he'll groan your name and let out breathy moans and he loves hearing your moans as well.  His volume is very low and deep, but there's always little groans of pleasure.

Wild Card (scenario):

Felix was working on a new dance late at night in the studio.  He was trying his best to figure out the moves and was checking the video on his phone consistently.  During one of his breaks to check the video, he received a snap from you.  He smiled and opened up the snap.

"Hey Lix, I miss you so much, and so does my body."  Reaf the text, and along with it was a video of you touching your body in the bath tub.  

"Fuck y/n you're so hot."  He groaned and automatically reached down to rub his dick which started to swell in his pants.

Hi titled his phone down and took a video of him rubbing his dick through his pants.  "You couldn't resist sending me that could you."

He continued to stroke his dick as he watched you open the snap and send a video back.

"I want your hands all over me."  He watched your hand trail down your body to your pussy, dipping a finger inside yourself and arching your back.

He reached his hand into his pants and started to jerk himself off to the video of you.  He took his own and sent it back.  You replied with a video of your own, rubbing your clit and fingering yourself faster.

He took his dick out of his pants and went to facetime, he called you and you picked up immediately.  

"Keep fingering yourself, imagine they're my fingers."  He said to you in his deep voice.

"I already am baby."  You moaned and flipped the camera over to show him.  He did the same to show you his dick.  

"You're so hot fuck."  He groaned and quickened his pace.  You did as well to match his.  You moaned watching his sticky semen release from his tip onto his hands, and he slowed down.  And soon after you reached your orgasm as well.

"Thank you for that baby."  You turned the camera back around to face your face and he did the same.

"I'll be back home soon for round two."  He winked which made you giggle.

"See you soon!"  You said and ended the call.  He smiled to himself and went to go clean up.

X-Ray :

I don't think he's too big, maybe 6 inches or just under.  His dick fits you perfectly though, and that's all that matters to you and him, his dick is perfect sized in your eyes. 

Yearning : 

Felix doesn't have too high of a sex drive.  He's down to do it whenever, but if it were him to initiate it, it wouldn't be as often.  He loves having sex with you though so he is happy to do it whenever you want to.

Zzz : 

You two will cuddle up together and fall asleep together pretty quickly.  It makes you two tiered and you love to fall asleep listening to each others heartbeats.  

#smut alphabet #stray kids smut #felix smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #felix imagines #felix scenarios #felix fanfic

[mamamittens]

As part of my propaganda for vampire au event, here's some dubiously spicy headcanons for the usual selection of Bois

Notes before going in, biting isn't supposed to hurt. Ideally, you wouldn't feel anything at all. The less their intended meal struggles the better they can properly drink. Even if they're stupid strong handling a squirming human without killing them outright is hard, alright? And most prefer the human alive at the time as the blood isn't so difficult to drink and its... dynamic? Like, the flavor changes slightly as chemical reactions take place while the human reacts to the bite. This is accomplished through either saliva numbing the area or some variation of hypnosis.

Or maybe the human is a bit of a freak and likes pain. It's whatever.

You don't have to drink from the neck, it's just the biggest, most open area where there's a main vein to tap into. Technically they could drink from anywhere but if it's actually for sustenance it's just easier to go for a vein. It's like drinking from a straw or through a wet rag. Less messy if you do it right too.

If you saw the last vampire headcanon post, you may have noticed that they didn't all have the same restrictions, weaknesses, or strengths. This largely depends on age, ancestry, and character. Vampires who view themselves as loathsome creatures have more 'demonic' weaknesses and strong adverse effects from those weaknesses. Older ones tend to have an aversion to religious symbols, but typically only those that actually mean something to them. The rose is a sign that they're quite sentimental.

Now! Onto the headcanons!

Ace

Ace doesn't typically feel comfortable drinking from people he likes. Self-conscious and afraid of causing harm. So he will usually drain his criminal victims dry and snap their neck at the end of it.

But if he were to drink from a friend, he'd do it in an embrace. Clinging tightly to them and crying after using a ridiculous amount of spit to numb the area. Mindlessly running his hand over their back and only taking exactly as much as he needs without causing harm and not a drop more.

But if he was in love? Oh, he'd be almost bawling. Barely touching them as he takes as slow and soft sips as possible. He craved this, you see. This is the most intimate thing he could think of in a very masochistic way. It would be a real struggle to not keep taking and taking--but then their knees go weak and he's holding them up. Letting them lean against him and he stops drinking entirely to soothe them from the dizziness. Clinging to them as they rest and forcing treats into their shaking hands. He's so damn guilty of letting his desire run away from him but he refuses to leave them vulnerable.

He only wants to hold them now and it will take a lot of convincing to have him try that again. But after the first time he won't slip so deeply again in his thirst, that's for damn sure.

Marco

He enjoys having a connection to his uh... Meals. So he won't typically drink from strangers. His favorite place is the throat because of how quickly he can register destress with his lips pressed there. But he is willing to drink from the wrist for smaller meals.

Often, he'll tease by getting on his knees and peppering the delicate skin of their wrist with kisses and complimenting them. The intimacy just adds a bit of zest.

Lovers... Well, lovers are held in his arms, back to chest. Laying back against him as he drinks from their neck as he runs his hand over their body lazily. In no particular rush and occasionally stopping to give them a drink or eat something. Likes drawing it out as a bit of foreplay, leaning into the euphoria blood loss can induce.

He always knows exactly what he's doing though, so there's never any permanent harm done. And his days of accidental slip ups are long past him... Can't guarantee that if this meal occurs in the middle of sex though. He's got... Other things on his mind then. It's actually a little embarrassing and he gets whiny if he's stopped from drinking in the middle of it.

Thatch

Also one to have close relationships with humans he drinks from. And as previously stated he trades in meals, so he tries not to drink too much or from somewhere that would impede their ability to enjoy food. So not usually wrists for silverware reasons.

The throat is okay though as long as he keeps it low enough. He has, on occasion, drank from a wine glass after draining a bit of blood so that the whole meal isn't interrupted for his own needs, but it's not his favorite thing to do. Thankfully his guest/meal is already sitting but he's quite good at telling when he's taken enough.

His meals are always designed to assist in recovering from blood loss and he has rooms for them to stay in if they're too dizzy to leave.

Lovers will find the dining experience much more... Intimate. Slow sips as he's got them nestled in his side, peppering their skin with praise and questioning how they like the food. If he's feeling frisky the dining experience is much more hands on. Feeding by hand and caressing their skin.

His all time favorite place to drink is actually the thigh. Really satisfying bitting into the more thick limb, but he feels greedy when he does it so he'll... Add a little spice while he's down there. It only makes the taste better on his palette so he doesn't mind at all holding his lover down while... Doing down.

And no, this doesn't just happen in the bedroom. Personal dining is... Quite a hands on experience with Thatch as a lover.

#one piece #thatch one piece #thatch x reader #portgas d ace #marco the phoenix #vampire au #suggestive content #spooky content! spooky content! #im tired so bed time now lol #one piece x reader

[seokjinsonlyone]

Okay okay, but I gotta know your thoughts on Joon, please bless us with them because we need to discuss. ~🌻

KIM 👏 NAM 👏 JOON 👏 now the thing about this man is he 👏 think 👏 he 👏 slick 👏 👏 👏 BUT HE NOT we’ve been ACTUALLY witnessing his slut era for far too long to have not pointed it out LIKE

WHAT IS THIS and this is EXACTLY what i mean by he think he slick bc technically there’s NOTHING going on here but also there’s EVERYTHING going on here he’s all disheveled and sweaty hot and bothered panting waiting for more what am i supposed to think when i see this

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN I SEE THIS LIKE NO ONE IS CONCERNED ABOUT THE FINGER HEART OR THE TOY FISH

but fr he would definitely bring the slut to his everyday life like his number one goal is to get you riled up like he’s sending you those post running thirst traps personally and being like “jogged a 5k today!” like boy no one is worrying about your fitness levels 😭 this man would wear a jacket when it’s warm outside just so he can watch you watch him take it off like there’s something about the way your eyes gloss over when you see his biceps that sends a rush of blood straight to his head… boffum

and in a party situation oh my gosooshshshh like you could be like sitting at the bar or like standing on the outskirts nursing whatever drink u ordered by yourself and then all of a sudden you’re not he’s there with a drink of his own and he hit you with the “hey baby how you doing? enjoying the party?” and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up bc you look up and he’s there with that stupid kind smile on his face genuinely waiting for an answer but that’s how he always get you being all sweet before he goes in for the kill and he does bc when you answer he don’t hear you or at least that’s what he claims next thing you know his hand is on your lower back and he’s leaning towards you so you don’t have to raise your voice and when he speaks back to you his voice is like 3 octaves lower than usual and goosebumps are raised all over your skin and when he gets tired of leaning he suggests finding a booth for the two of you and at this point you are effectively under his spell so you follow with absolutely no qualms you slide in one side he slides in right next to you one arm resting around you and you’re talking about god knows what and he’s not even subtle about the way his eyes keep dropping down to your lips and his tongue peeking out licking his own and you will yourself for a moment to get a grip and that’s when you realize that he got the first 4 buttons of his shirt undone tits are out cleavage is scrumptious and you snap you’re in his lap before you can drudge up some self control your hands in his hair your mouth on his and he doesn’t even try to be respectful his hands are sliding up your thighs and grabbing onto your waist pulling you closer to him and when you break apart for air you just look at each other and have an unspoken conversation before getting up nonchalantly and slinging an arm around your waist to head back to your place

and when y’all get there hate to say it hope i don’t sound ridiculous but you not making it to the bedroom 🤷‍♀️ i don’t think you making it past the front door to be quite honest like he’s pushing you up against it nd taking u right there

BUT THE SLUTTIEST (most infuriating) THING ABOUT THIS WHOLE SCENARIO IS AFTER ITS ALL SAID AND DONE HES GONNA PLAY IT COOL like man will spend the whole night blowing your back out riding and painting or whatever he said in sexy nukim and the morning after (bc he not kicking u out would never do that) you wake up throw on one of his t shirts and go find him shirtless drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book he gon see the way your eyes gloss over but just give you that stupid kind smile again and he gon keep BEING SLICK UNTIL THE SEXUAL TENSION BUILDS BACK UP AGAIN like he will literally sow weeks worth of foreplay into your life just to wind you up so he can remind you that he’s the only one that can do u right

ANYWAY IVE RAMBLED FOR FAR TOO LONG ONCE AGAIN SOMEBODY ELSE TAKE IT 🎤

#open discussion #this got away from me fr #ask of interest

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Take My Hand Tour Masterlist

warning: some of these fics may have trigger warnings so please be careful when clicking on some of the fic links!

Foreplay (ao3) - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) calum/ashton E, 9k

Summary: Ashton always initiates it, Calum is always far too happy to play along, and they always get each other off using their hands while pressed as closely together as physically possible. Then Calum will laugh a little, Ashton will grin, and they’ll use whatever they can find to wipe themselves off before pulling their pants back up, making sure the coast is clear on the other side of the door, and go hit the showers.

That’s how it goes. That’s how it’s always gone. That’s probably how it will always go.

have my back (yeah, everyday) (ao3) - lifewasradical G, 3k

Summary: The excitement and hype doesn’t entirely make up for the things Calum misses when he’s on tour. He aches for the lazy days sitting by the pool in the sunshine. He longs for late start mornings where Roy is making pancakes in the kitchen. He dreams of the simplicity of going for a walk down the street and not having ten plus people stop him for a photo.

Most of all, he misses Duke.

The scruffy little mess of a dog is his best friend, the only person who really knows all his secrets. The soft fluff of his fur is the world’s best comfort, always there for Calum to run his fingers through when he’s stressed out. His tiny beating heart calms Calum’s in a way that nothing else on this earth can. His grumpy old man grumbles can pull a laugh from Calum’s chest even at his worst moments.

Leaving Duke behind when he goes on tour is the hardest thing he has to do.

Lies I Feed Myself (ao3) - Grace_Williams michael/crystal, sierra/luke, michael/calum T, 25k

Summary: Michael should be grateful he found out he was an omega when he did. Sure he was 24, which, given he went through puberty early, is so astonishingly late he had accepted he was a beta. Still, it was in the middle of the pandemic. (Though technically speaking, not the middle, actually closer to the start). It was an ideal time to find out he was an omega, all things considered.

or the story where Michael finds out he’s an omega long past when he should’ve, makes some irresponsible decisions, and is then forced to rethink every emotion he’s ever felt about Calum while lying in a hospital bed

Light Blue (ao3) - loveliketheweather luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: Maybe Calum is feeling sappy right now, because his brain wants to give Luke something back. Even when he knows Luke is just being Luke, and whatever side effects his happiness has on Calum are unintentional, that’s more than enough for him to want to return the favour.

rhythm (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/ashton E, 6k

Summary: The crowd laughs with Ashton, and Ashton laughs along too, but the laugh is all wrong. It’s not Ashton’s signature giggle, it doesn’t overflow out of his body and crinkle his eyes as it erupts. It’s not Ashton’s laugh, at least not a genuine one.

It’s clipped at the edges, just a little pitiful sound that no one else would know isn’t right, but Luke knows there’s something self-deprecating just below the surface, scratching at the tissue in his throat as it claws its way from his chest.

Same Story (ao3) - gardener luke/ashton M, 3k

Summary: It was always the same story, every time after they had been in close proximity to each other for elongated amounts of time and had to stay professional, almost bureaucratic for the sake of creating a new album. Maybe it was because they would get on each other’s nerves when they were around one another too long.

Luke and Ashton constantly get on each other's nerves and their default reaction to fighting is not safe for work.

Strings Attached (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton E, 13k

Summary: It's not smart to start a friends with benefits arrangement with your best friend and bandmate who you're in love with, but love isn't about being smart, is it?

summer child (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Luke wanted a picnic.

They wanted a picnic in the sun today. It rained yesterday and all Luke wanted to do was have a picnic. He wanted to eat food with his friends and celebrate his birthday but they know that the band doesn't have time. They had tech problems a few nights ago, more last night and Luke was dreading more today.

or how not to have a picnic

Twenty-eight (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Ashton looked up at the hotel ceiling, he didn’t remember falling asleep in this hotel room. There’s a small strip of light on the ceiling, probably from the window that he didn’t pull the curtain closed tight enough.

He’s twenty-eight, the big two eight.

It feels like yesterday he was turning twenty on a tour bus across the US, sitting in his bunk and wishing to be a teen for longer than the few hours he had left. But now he’s twenty-eight, healthy and happy. His husband is somewhere in the bed with him, their dogs are with friends at home and he’s happy.

or how not to celebrate a birthday

you can't expect a sunrise to admire you back (ao3) - deserteyes michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: He could say it now. He could shout it from the top of the tour bus: "I love you as more than my friend!" and Michael wouldn't hear it. He could write it in the stars, and he wouldn't see it. He could leave notes everywhere with the words scribbled on it in pink pen, and he wouldn't see it.

And it hurts Luke. It hurts Luke, because it's like Michael's unknowingly ripping his heart out, throwing it in a blender, then leaving it out in the rain to drown and dry up in the sunlight that follows.

But he can't be mad at him. He can't love him any less for it, because they're all just living in the moment. They're just enjoying what they're doing.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #takemyhand #takemyhand masterlist #touring

[tricitymonsters]

2, 41, 44, 45, 50 for Amir ❤️

2. What age did they realize they were said orientation?

I think Amir kind of always knew that he found beauty in all bodies and that he never had trouble imagining himself having close physical relationships with all kinds of people. As an adult he was actively interested in experiencing intimacy with many kinds of people as kind of a by product of growing up sheltered and looking to expand his horizons. In addition to being super bi, Amir is also somewhere on the genderqueer scale too because he stopped caring about masculine and feminine as descriptors for his fashion and demeanor in his late teens and simply refused to go into other people’s ideas about Gender Boxes. It was heavily influence by his interest in fashion and make up and even though Amir has AWWWFUL parents they never really hassled him about his identity.

41. Do they classify any particular type of sex as “love making”?

Yes but in kind of a tongue-in-cheek kind of way. Amir calls certain slow makeouts to sex progression lovemaking but thats still kind of a thing he reserves for clients more than his own pleasure that he takes outside of work. But technicality aside, anything slow with lots of attention to both party’s pleasure and enjoyment will earn the title of lovemaking over fucking.

44. Any particular place they like to have special attention paid to?

Amir likes attention to neck and chest and if he trusts you, he loves to have his hair played with its very intimate to him.

45. Do they ever need a certain kind of stimulation to get off?

Not specifically! Amir is an expert in bed and knows how to get his so his time with clients isn’t frustrating. He’s a Sexpert.

50. What do they consider foreplay?

Amir’s a fan of a good passionate make out + plenty of grinding.

#tri city monsters #amir #thank you for asking #spicy asks

[swtki]

Destroy Dick December - P.P

Pairing: Mcu! College! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Inspired by this fic by @selfcarecap (read it bc its literally so good !), usually destroy dick December is a joke, not this time though!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, overstim, vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f), handjob, facefucking, sexting, masterbation ( m+f), swearing (duh), vanilla sex, romantic sex, rough sex, mentions of spit, unprotected sex, creampie, degration, pet names (baby, sweet boy/girl, angel), dry orgasm, crying (m), nutting in pants, dry humping, humiliation (m), Sub! Peter, Femdom, borderline sex addiction, female doesn’t orgasm sometimes, let me know if I missed any!

A/N: while usually I use tasm Peter, I felt that mcu Peter would fit better with this concept. Once again, read No Nut November here!

Day 1

It started off simple enough, the first few days would be normal for us and then it would get a bit more challenging after that. We knew this going in, and we talked about it majority of November. The pent up sexual urges we both had led the conversation.

“So will wet dreams count or no? Because I lost a few times this past month because of them.” he asked, spinning around in his desk chair.

“Mmmm, yeah I think they’ll count towards you. Not saying you should resort to having fifteen sex dreams a night or anything, but it might help to have one or two every now and then. I can only be up for so much.” its not that I wasn’t excited about sex, I just knew I would get bored of it every day, multiple times a day. He needed to be self sufficient.

“Do you want me to do what we always do? Like, do you want me to make the 2:1 ratio of your orgasms to mine?” Peter always talked so technical, as if we weren’t doing this partly for shits and giggles.

“God no, its destroy dick december, and I don’t have a dick. This month is all about you, baby.” I crawled over to him from my place on the floor. “We should start, I’ve planned the first day to be real special.” He gave me a confused look but agreed and sat on the bed. I stood up in front of him, unbuttoning my sweater to reveal a lace bra. It was sheer against my breast, the cold air making my nipples buck up against the fabric. “You’ve gotta tell May to fix that heater.” I laughed.

He stared at me, hands in his lap. “Please keep going.” he begged. Usually, speaking when not spoken to would have been an automatic restraining. But that night wasn’t the usual, it was supposed to be a love filled night. I tugged down my jeans, revealing the matching bottoms of my lingerie.

He looked at me as though the reincarnate of Athena herself were standing in front of him, he always did. I climbed on top of his lap, his hands immediately grasping my ass to keep me stable. My arms snaked around his neck , pressing my body closer to his. As the warmth radiating from his skin wrapped around me, I realized that this was giving me deja vu of our first time together. The light touches, my body against his, the urge to go slow but the fact that we only have so long until May comes home. Yeah, this was just like that.

We rarely skipped any foreplay, but I needed him wrapped around my body as soon as possible, and most importantly, inside of my body. I kiss him for a while, letting hands roam and tongue explore. I could feel him underneath me. I could feel how much he felt the same way as I did.

I lay back on his mattress, feeling the cold air once again as he stood to strip. A few bruises decorated his muscular frame, but we’d fucked with much worse wounds. With much less care as I would use that night. He kicked off the blue striped boxers, climbing into bed so he was placed with my legs on either side of him. He kissed me this time, fiddling with the hooks on my back. I could feel him smile when they finally pulled apart, a triumph for the boy. As he slid himself inside of me I wrapped my legs around his waist. The familiar pressure below my stomach, the soft brush of his hip bones against my clit, the sweat making our bodies stick together. I let it all sink in as I laid there. He thrusted with his own steady pace, and I didn’t ask him to change it. I didn’t realize my eyes were shut until he whispered “Open your eyes, baby.” and brushed the hair out of my face. Of course I complied, meeting his eyes with mine immediately. He was close, his hips started getting sloppy, and the grip he had on the sheet made me worried he would rip it.

“Are you close?” I whispered, he made a small whimper signaling that yes, he in fact was. “Cum inside of me, Peter. Wanna be filled with you.” As if I had just hacked the magic code, he released with a loud groan. Staying inside of me, he collapsed and put his head in the crook of my neck.

“I think the next few days will be easy.” He said.

Day 7

Seven, seven? How was I going to manage to help Peter cum seven times that day? I was tired, I was sore from day five and day six, and most importantly I only had so many functions. At this point, I was just a hole and maybe a mouth, but it was all for the cause.

We facetimed in the morning, getting the first two out of the way. I came over in the afternoon, did one round in missionary, did one where I was on top and he thrusted, we only had three to go.

“Pete I need a break, well, my vagina needs one. How are you feeling?” I asked, my hand rubbing his shoulder. I noticed that his face turned red. “How fucking short of a refractory period did the spider bite give you?”

“Uh, y’know like a minute.” He said quietly. I laughed and sunk to my knees.

“Let me take care of you, of course with you doing all the work.” his pants had been discarded a while ago, and I only wore his shirt and my underwear. While yes, I was tired, he would be sensitive now so it wouldn’t be like a fifteen minute endeavor like usual. I grabbed his hands, placing them on my head. “Fuck my face?” he pulled in a sharp breath and stuck his cock into my open mouth.

He had my nose pressed up against his pubic bone, and my hands were flat against his thigh. He thrusted once, earning a grotesque gagging noise from me. This repeated until I was covered in my own spit, my nose running from the constant gagging. He forced my head onto him again, and held it there while his cum dripped down my throat.

Two to go.

Day 14

Mutual masterbation didn’t solve everything, but it could help. We could be across the room from each other, just getting ourselves off while the other benefited. I pushed my skirt up while I was sitting on his bed, him sitting on the chair a few feet away. It caught his attention as a soft moan left my lips. His head snapped towards me, smiling and proceeding to tug his jeans down. I watched him stroke up and down on his cock, and he watched me rub the sensitive bud between my legs. Neither of us really said anything, our moans filled the room as I came undone and he exploded with a few more tugs. Sex hadn’t lost its meaning or its appeal, it was just a bit too strenuous for me to do that many times.

Day 20

By day twenty, we were both sensitive. It felt like we would only stop having any sexual contact when we slept. And even then I was still considering letting him fuck me in my sleep so we could keep with the score. It hadn’t gotten to that point yet, but I spent the night after day nineteen, so I awoke to Peter laying next to me. He no longer got morning wood, but it wouldn’t take that much to fix it. I watched him sleep, enjoying the peace and warmth that our bodies radiated. He stirred awake, and suddenly that peace was over.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking.” I said with my arms wrapped around him. “If you wanna go ahead and call it quits on this challenge-“

“No, I want to complete it. You can tap out of course, but I want to complete it.” He interrupted, a serious look painting his face.

“I wanna help you complete it.” I sat up and strattled his lap, my underwear and his pajama pants were the only things keeping our skin from touching. I could feel the hardness under my ass, and I wiggled my hips a bit to tease him. “Remember when we first got together, how we would dry hump all the time?” I started grinding on him, biting my lip from the pleasure. I could feel how bad he needed me, the proof was rubbing against my cunt. He was quiet, obviously trying to make this last. I pressed down harder and earned a whimper. The more I moved and the harder I pressed, the louder he was. When his eyes rolled back into his head and I felt a wet spot on my thigh, I knew that his first orgasm of that day was in his pants. It felt good.

Day 27

Anytime Peter was under me I had him whimpering. I kept giving him handjobs, let him rut against me when I was lazy, the usual. His whimpers had become more high pitched, as I continued to rub his cock with my spit well after he had cum he would almost yelp. His hips would buck up, he would try and squirm away and he would screw his eyes shut. On the 25th orgasm of that day, he sobbed. I hadn’t given him a break since the fifteenth orgasm, and he was feeling the effects of it. As soon as I saw the tears fall from his beautiful eyes, I stopped and checked in.

“You okay, baby?” I rubbed his thigh in a loving manor.

“Ye-yes. Feels so good when you do that. Im in Heaven right now.” He sounded tired, but insisted I continue. His tears wouldn’t cease after that day.

Day 31

We were done. Finally done. Well, almost at least. We had made twenty nine that new years eve, and on that twenty ninth, a strange thing happened. Peters hips faultered, he cried a bit, and he slumped over when he came. The only thing that didn’t happen was the actual white liquid. His body ran out it seemed. We decided to save the last one for later in the evening. Send the year off with a bang if you will. But, even the last orgasm was dry. I felt proud of myself and I know he felt embarrassed.

January 1st

The day without sex was much needed. Peter and I went on a date where I didn’t get fucked immediately after for the first time in a month. He also wore a metaphorical badge of honor for his dedication to Destroy Dick December. I didn’t know how long it would take for us to even dry hump again, but at least my boy was happy.

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[4dtk]

oh hi!! congrats on reaching 2.5k (2.8k) followers :] i really really really like your content and you’re like the most amazing blog cause your aesthetics are so good, your writing is amazing, and you write about anime and kpop???? dude i can’t believe you exist

liu yangyang + 🖤(with a little bit of🤍) + ❛are you wearing my shirt?❜ ❛you look like you were jealous.❜ + non idol!au and if you can, add an oral fixation for yangs s/o ):

ahhh thank you for the kind words <333 hope u like this!

warnings: roommate!yangyang, sorta fuckboy!yangyang, yangyang messes around with other girls, you included, mentions of fingering, bit of dry humping, clothed sex, no foreplay, protected sex, aftercare, N//SFW UNDER THE CUT

your roommate raises a brow when you storm back into room, anger and something else laced in between your features that yangyang can’t help but let out a little laugh. it’s only earlier that you could see him picking up the delivery package, but the way he talked to the delivery girl rubbed you the wrong way, sending signals all throughout the movie with him (although not even making a fucking move) to let him know of your discontent. the ignoring, the looks, the little scoff you could manage without feeling at least a little bad.

“are you wearing my shirt?”

you shoot him a confused look, almost in disbelief, “of course? what did you think i was wearing? something made of whore material?”

yangyang knows the question was directed at him by your tone, but he only whistles lowly at your blow. he isn’t all that impressed since he’s made knowing to you that he wasn’t explicitly yours, but here and there he still found you jealous. it was cute, he had to admit, but he hated to commit to dumb stupid relationships — fucking around with other people was more fun, right?

he only clicks his tongue, nodding towards the door that you know never stays locked. but when yangyang manspreads like it owned the place and asked to turn the lock — which he technically did, he offered to pay for the rooms when you first moved in — you knew you’re in for trouble. when you first asked for yangyang to define ‘fucking around’, you didn’t know it involved you, but once his hand went right down to your panties, you couldn’t even protest, hitting all the right spots with technique and precision.

sure, that’s what you liked, having his fingers fuck you until you’re heaving for air but, what you didn’t like? how he flirted with other girls effortlessly, along with your general bashfulness that didn’t exactly come in handy. in short, you wanted the boy for yourself.

“you look like you were jealous there, baby,” yangyang says once you’re situated on his lap, a lilt to his voice like how he always teases you. the pet names roll off his tongue just fine, as are his one-liners that feel like they’ve been picked out of a book and yet he makes them sound so sultry. “care to tell me why?”

you can hardly concentrate when his hands caress your ass, sat so snugly on his crotch where you could practically feel his bulge press up against your clothed cunt that your hips move to catch that familiar feeling. yangyang only smirks slightly like he’s won, “is that so?” he bucks his hips into yours, drawing a loud moan out of you.

“fuck you. fuck you because i need you and yet you, aahhn…” you mewl out as yangyang encourages movement, even going as far as taking your arms to wrap around his neck, “…you throw yourself around like a man slut.”

those are the only words you can articulate, because his hardening cock against your thin-clothed clit feels too delicious to stop, pelvis having a mind of its own when it reliefs you of your own awkwardness. it grinds down on yangyang’s crotch, the other adding more pressure when his thumb makes his way to your clit.

“thank god your pants are elastic. can i?” and with how crude yangyang always makes those other girls scream, he’s still so gentle with each one, you included. there’s always the jokes he pulls after each session, and he never misses out on aftercare. it made you wonder why he was so repulsive to relationships.

yangyang’s fingers prompt a yelp out of your mindless wander, prodding at your hole while the other has already removed his underwear. his smile is different from the smirk he always dons, but the question he asks melts away the uncharacteristic softness in his eyes.

“you ready, princess?” yangyang has already rolled on a condom, getting used the silicone feeling in your walls. even then, it felt weird, but you weren’t going to get knocked up by a man who couldn’t stay. as much as you wanted him to.

“no prep, you sure?” yangyang huffs, and you can tell he’s eager to insert it in, cock already rock hard from the sight, the smell, the very thought of you. it’s criminal that he gets so easily affected by you, but it’s only natural. your nod makes him want to go feral.

the both of you let out a long moan when it first goes in inch by inch, hands clutching your waist while yours hold onto his shoulders. the stretch is so familiar yet new each time, and no matter how many times your roommate fucks you, you’ll never get enough of it.

“oh... fuck, yangyang!” he moves you slowly, your hips meeting his. you can already feel your hole fluttering and spasming at his groans, muttering praises about how well you fit him. “d-don’t go too fast.”

he heeds your plea, with slower and deeper strokes, although he can’t help but jerk up into you every few thrusts. he lets out a small laugh at your pleasure-filled face, but it’s more of awe than a tease. “can i go a little faster, baby?” and you’re so out of it that you just nod. sweat lines your forehead and body, staining yangyang’s shirt and yours yet all he’s focused on is the way your ass jiggles as you ride him.

“that’s it, darling, sucking me in so well, doing so g-good,” yangyang mumbles, noticing how your moans get more and more high-pitched. it’s a signal you’re close, but he doesn’t want to let go just yet. switching to a lying position, he brings a leg up, having the pleasure of seeing your features into something he’s only dreamed about. brows pulled together, mouth remaining lax while your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

“you’re so beautiful,” he groans out, hips moving faster to chase his high. with a scream and a hand to your bundle of nerves, you find yourself shaking on his cock, still moving mercilessly. your body reacts to the sensitivity on an all-time high, cuddling into yangyang’s chest at the sensations until he cums, too, calling out your name into your hair. he fills the condom, imagining that it was your pretty pussy instead, imagining that it was your walls that was slowly dragging against his length.

tying the condom, he chucks it into the bin beside him, already returning to a dazed you who couldn’t keep their eyes open. although your arms stay curled around him, you still wanted some sort of change, and yangyang was willing to give it to you.

“stop talking to other girls you dipshit,” you mumble, hiding deeper in his shirt to avoid showing him your flustered state. “i’m jealous.”

yangyang only chuckles, pressing a peck to your forehead gently. “i won’t, for real. now, come on, i still gotta clean you up. and it won’t be the last, either.”

EVENT CLOSED (thank you!)

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[thunderheadfred]

❄️Todoroki HC's🔥

Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.

He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.

He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.

Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?

Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.

Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.

Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.

He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.

He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.

Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.

Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.

Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.

This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.

- - -

Dating

A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.

Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.

Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.

Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.

Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.

He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.

STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.

Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.

Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.

He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!

The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.

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Icy-Hot

I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.

If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.

Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?

Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.

Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).

His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.

Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.

Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.

His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.

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[goodboydummy]

My headcanons and rankings for how Haikyuu characters (and couples) fuck (as adults):

Hinata and Kageyama: they are both really bad at sex. Like just terrible. Clumsy, uncoordinated, weirdly competitive in bed? But it’s okay because they’re equally terrible so it doesn’t bother them lmao. 2/10

Nishinoya: one word- STAMINA. This boy will not quit. He is the energizer bunny. Before you realize what’s happening the entire day has gone by and you’re exhausted but guess what? He’s still ready to go. 7/10

Asahi: well, he’s big, isn’t he? He’s a big boy. Don’t think I need to say much else. LARGE. 8/10

AsaNoya: generally very tender. They have sex a lot, but not really kinky weird sex. Nishi likes to try and get Asahi riled up so he’ll maybe fuck a little more rough and wild, but it doesn’t always work. I feel like Nishinoya would want Asahi to try dirty talk but Asahi would try and still wind up saying soft shit like “you’re so beautiful” and Nishinoya just kind of laughs it off and enjoys it anyway. 9/10 sickeningly sweet

Sugawara: the kind who makes you laugh during sex. He’s sweet and charming and thoughtful. Its really easy and comfortable with him. No awkward moments, just fun! 7.5/10

Daichi: the best sex you’ve ever had. Out of this world. You feel like a changed person after being with this man and you can’t explain it, because he seems so vanilla and normal? But he’s a stallion, bursting with confidence and charisma and just raw natural fuck talent. Unbelievable. 100000000000/10 amazing

DaiSuga: you know those parents who’ve been together for years but are still way too into each other and like, pinch each other’s butts and stare at each other like there’s no one in the room but them? That’s Daichi and Suga. They have great sex and anyone should be jealous of what they have. 11/10

Tanaka: the enthusiasm! We love to see it! He is a KING!! He’s not amazing in bed but it doesn’t REALLY matter cuz Kiyoko pegs him and he’s completely content with the situation. 5/10

Kiyoko: you cannot even imagine.... 20/10

Tsukkishima: like most things he does, he’s naturally pretty good at it, but he also doesn’t really try? If he put any effort in it could be amazing but will he put the effort? Hm. And yes he is sadistic in bed. Of course he is. 8.5/10

Yamaguchi: very sweet and considerate, if a bit anxious at times. He’s really sensitive himself so he knows how to make you feel good. Basically vanilla though. He doesn’t have a high sex drive. 4/10

TsukkiYama: they’re good together because Tsukkishima doesn’t like to put that much effort in and Yamaguchi is so sensitive and reacts so easily to stimulus that he doesn’t have to try very hard lol. I think Tsuki likes to tease Yamaguchi as foreplay and sometime Yamaguchi likes the sadistic side of Tsuki but I think more often than not they just have sweet, soft sex and stare into each other’s eyes. 9/10

Kenma: this boy only does things he’s good at, so he’s technically very good at fucking. He’s really sexy and he has like, pornstar skills even if his enthusiasm and stamina aren’t high. 9/10

Kuroo: you look at this man and know he can fuck. How do you know? You just do. Kuroo is good in bed there’s just no way he isn’t. Also, I think he’s very creative in bed and he’ll probably surprise you. 10/10

KuroKen: KINK. THESE BOYS ARE KINKY. why? Because Kenma gets bored too easily and he likes games and Kuroo is alllllll too willing to try new shit to please Kenma. BDSM, roleplay, crossdressing, semi-public sex, you name it they’ve probably done it tbh. I think Kenma’s favorite thing to do is to send Kuroo increasingly hornier, sexier photos of himself throughout the day so by the time Kuroo gets home he’s pissed and fired up and then they have amazing fucking sex for hours. 15/10

Lev: He has a lot of (possibly unearned) confidence lmao. He’s not bad, he’s actually pretty good, but he needs the right partner to reign him in. 7.5/10

Yaku: THIS BOY LIKES TO BE SMACKED AROUND. I don’t know why I feel so strongly about this but hooooo boy. Yaku wants to be abused in bed. He wants to be tied up and spanked and spat on. 11/10 it’s probably really hot.

Kindaichi: a virgin.

Kunimi: my ace king.

Iwaizumi: he fucks hard and he knows it. It’s not about technique it’s just about raw fucking. He’s the kind who isn’t really trying to please you as much as just pleasing himself and just so happens to fuck you great in the process. 9/10

Oikawa: You’d think all the boasting and that ego would be unearned but nah, he’s pretty good in bed. He’s surprisingly attentive to your needs and he’s the KING of dirty talk. He considers sex just another thing to be excellent at and he’s right. 9/10

IwaOi: the fights these two get into in the bedroom... luckily they’re both into that shit. Surprisingly when they’re fucking each other I think both of their technical skill goes down. It’s about the passion for them. They just like to make a mess of the other one no matter the cost. 8/10

Kyotani: YO SOMEONE COME GET UR FUCKING DOG!

Yahaba: OKAY.

Ushijima: ohhhh the way this man will lift you up and fuck you on any surface. It’s the intensity. It’s the muscles. It’s the sheer size of this man. Wow. Yeah. 16/10

Tendo: Kinks, but like, ones you’ve never even heard of? That you didn’t know were a thing? Anyway you’re going to leave confused but you’ll enjoy it. 12/10

Bokuto: exactly like Nishinoya but even more childish somehow. A lot of fun in bed. Amazing body and endurance and attitude. Can have amazing chemistry with anyone at any time. 12/10

Akaashi: sexiness levels off the charts. This man knows how to seduce, he knows how to tease, he is a master of foreplay. You’re completely undone before he even touches you. A king. 13/10

BokuAka: the kind of couple who fucks almost constantly. They never get tired of it. I think they take turns bossing the other one around. As often as they fuck it’s never boring. It can be sexy one moment and sweet the next. Romantic as fuck. Hot as fuck. 18/10

Atsumu: an extremely good fuck. He’s putting in maximum effort. His body is amazing. It’s not effortless, like he’s trying really hard, but he’s succeeding. 13/10

Osamu: the same as Atsumu except it actually is effortless for him. 14/10

Aran: the kind of sex that makes you fall in love with him. It’s not that it’s amazing at the time but it’s good and he’s sweet and tender and by the end of it you want to marry him. 10/10

Kita: almost as good as Daichi except I think his sex drive is just a bit lower. Still 1000/10

Hoshiumi: Napoleon complex. He overcompensates but that’s fine cuz it works out for you. 7/10

Hirugami: stallion. Amazing stamina. Keeps a really level head in bed so he always knows exactly what to do to make you feel good. 9/10

Sakusa: if you have a degradation kink this is the man for you. 11/10 very flexible.

Aone: absolutely underrated. Will treat you right. The sweetest lover. A precious bean with a big body. You love to see it 10/10

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[iamkidfish]

So happy to read your writing again!! If you’re still accepting prompts could you do #6 for leatin?

Read on ao3!

(chasing someone's lips after they pull away)

Honestly, Leah should’ve expected it, considering Shelby’s enthusiastic insistence of  those ridiculous middle school basement party games, but it takes her by surprise when Toni suggests they all play spin the bottle and Shelby agrees. And okay, it probably helps that they're totally, like, in love or whatever, but still. It’s only been a few weeks since Shelby and Toni called an impromptu meeting so they could announce to the rest of the girls that they were officially together. Shelby’s gotten more and more comfortable each day with the whole “being physical with a girl” thing in front of the rest of them. Well, at least during the day. For the past month or so, Leah’s had to pretend like she hasn’t seen Toni curled in between Shelby and Martha when she's the first to wake up in the morning besides Nora. 

It’s even more surprising when everyone else also agrees to play spin the bottle. That, Leah knows, is no doubt influenced by the second round of Jeanette’s gummies they all ate earlier in the day. This time, they make sure Martha takes the appropriate amount and that she doesn’t wander off into the woods by herself. 

After they gather everyone (it’s even more difficult when they’re all high), it becomes extremely clear very quickly Toni only suggested the game so she could make out with Shelby at any given opportunity. Plus, having both Rachel and Nora playing complicates matters so after two disappointing rounds where nothing really happens except for a lot of bickering (which isn't new) and Toni flat out refusing to kiss Martha (“You had your chance for years but I'm a committed woman now, Marty”) so, according to Fatin and the rules, that meant Martha and Nora, but they giggle so much it's not so much of a kiss than just pressing their smiles together.

Leah can’t say she's too disappointed with the change of game. Yeah, she’s pretty fucking bi and the rest of them are all gorgeous and even though she’s been rubbing some of Fatin’s toothpaste on her teeth every morning, Leah’s fairly confident too many rounds of spin the bottle will give them all whatever the deserted island equivalent of herpes is. She’d rather not repeat any mass outbreak of any type of sickness, once with the mussels was enough. 

Once they get going again, it’s pretty easy to think of questions and before long, Leah’s heard how Shelby vandalized a car, a truly awful description and mental image of Rachel’s first kiss, Dot’s dream Survivor cast, including Jake Gyllenhaal for some reason, and enough knowledge about Fatin’s various sexual fantasies that Leah kinda wants to run into the ocean (again). Most of their truth questions just turn into group discussions but there’s some good dares that get passed around including Martha having to talk dirty to Fatin’s toothbrush for three straight rounds, Dot and Fatin streaking completely naked across the beach, and Toni performing a lap dance on Marcus. For the last one, Leah takes the liberty of covering Martha’s eyes with her hand and Dot covers Shelby’s after her face turns bright red. 

There's a lull in the conversation after Dot tells everyone the time Shelby rapped on the morning announcements and they all laugh, Shelby the loudest out of all of them. Leah doesn't mind the silence since, for once, her mind is blissfully empty of any thought at all—except maybe how laying on the sand kinda feels like floating.

Leah might even say she's...happy. 

Toni's voice cuts through the haze in her brain, “Hey Fatin, truth or dare?” 

She looks up and sees where Toni is leaning against Shelby's leg. There's something about the glint in her eyes, something too mischievous, that makes Leah wary. About what, she doesn't know, but on guard nonetheless. 

“That's easy Shalifoe, truth. I'm an open book.”

“Unfortunately.”

Leah hears Nora whisper to Dot, “Everything we’ve learned about her sex life has been against my will.”

“You’re telling me, she’s been talking about this shit with me since day four. I’m still trying to figure out what she meant by reverse 69.”

“Physically, it shouldn’t be possible. But maybe, Fatin transcends physics by like, sheer power of will,” she hears Nora mutter back to Dot. 

“Alright, who would you kiss on the island if you had to,” Toni asks. Then she adds, “but you can’t say Shelby.”

Fatin laughs and Leah can hear the rumble of it in her chest, from where it’s resting against Leah’s shins. She’s not really paying attention just because she assumes Fatin will say Dot (like she always does and crack a joke about being lesbian lovers, which doesn’t not make her stomach clench uncomfortably. What she actually says kind of shifts Leah’s entire world just slightly off of its axis. 

“Leah, no question. That was supposed to be a hard question, Toni? You gotta step up your game.”

“Okay then, if you’re not a pussy, kiss her right now,” Rachel says. 

“Yeah, no can do.”

Does everyone not realize that Leah’s right here, when everyone’s talking about her?

Rachel looks victorious, like she’s finally outsmarted Fatin, but then Fatin adds, “that wasn’t even a dare.”

“Fine, I dare you to kiss Leah,” Rachel and Dot roll their eyes. 

“There we go, okay,” Fatin shrugs and finally, rolls over to face Leah. 

She doesn’t even get to protest that Rachel wasn’t the next person, so technically, her dare shouldn’t count, but Fatin has either conveniently ignoring the rules or she wants...yeah, Leah doesn’t let herself finish that thought

“Well, wait a minute. Y’all should only be doing this if Leah’s okay with it,” Shelby interrupts and Leah could kiss her, if not for Toni. She smiles a grateful smile to Shelby, who flashes a bright, kind one back.

“I mean it’s cool, I guess,” she mutters. By now, Leah knows she definitely can’t kiss anyone casually and she thinks Fatin should know this too by now.

“See, it’s okay,” Toni says, “Fatin’s finally gonna get some and we get free entertainment.”

“Go on then, put on a show for us, Jadmani,” Rachel heckles and Leah wonders what would happen if she tried to run into the ocean again, right now. 

Fatin stands up and apparently this is going to be a Thing so Leah does too, desperately hoping when she rinsed her teeth off this morning with Fatin’s toothpaste and using her finger as a toothbrush that she didn’t miss, like, any three-day-old goat meat that’s stuck between her teeth. Fatin’s options are pretty slim, so Leah argues with herself that Fatin should appreciate any action she’s getting, regardless of the potential surprise of goat meat.

“You know, you can look a little more enthusiastic about kissing me,” Fatin tells her, quieter so that no one else hears. Leah’s grateful for at least that. 

“Fuck off,” but there’s no real bite to her voice. Leah wonders when that happened. 

Fatin tries to caress her arm and Leah slaps her arm away. Distantly, she hears Toni whisper to Dot: “this is definitely considered foreplay right?”

Leah turns her head, looks to the ocean. It’s not even twenty feet away…

No, she shouldn’t.

Past Fatin’s head but still in her line of vision, Dot and Rachel are making various scissoring gestures. Leah shouldn’t run into the ocean to avoid kissing Fatin, she shouldn’t. Should she?

“Hey, you good?” Fatin’s voice is softer than Leah’s ever heard it. “We don’t actually have to go along with this stupid game if you don’t want to.”

But that’s the thing, Leah wants to. Like a lot. 

“What’s the fun in that?” And it’s not exactly an answer but Leah’s not really concerned when Fatin’s face is so close to hers. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Fatin says, maybe out of breath but she’s too focused on keeping air in her own lungs.

“Okay.”

Fatin’s lips are a little dry like she expected but Leah kind of likes it.

She has to bend her neck down to keep her lips pressed against Fatin’s and in the middle of the kiss, Leah realizes there’s this awkward amount of space between their bodies like she’s fourteen and dancing with a boy at her cousin’s bat mitzvah, so Leah pulls Fatin closer by her hips. A low, strangled kind of hum escapes Fatin’s lips. Interesting. 

But then Fatin’s pulling back and really it was too short of a kiss (even for their stupid dare), so Leah’s only a little ashamed when she chases after Fatin’s lips, eyes half-closed.

 Some of the girls (Toni) are wolf-whistling but it’s all white noise to Leah. She opens her eyes and Fatin’s hasn’t quite moved out of her space yet. 

“How was that for you?” She jokes and yeah, Leah knows she’s bad at flirting, but even that was awkward for her. 

Fatin doesn’t say anything, just looks at her (well, at her lips) with a kind of glazed over look in her eyes. Leah never anticipated Fatin ever being speechless but there’s a first for everything.

Leah opens her mouth to talk but Fatin’s eyes snap up to her eyes and Leah wishes Fatin wasn’t so hard to fucking read all the time. Then, it doesn’t really matter because she turns and runs away without saying anything. 

“Omg, Leah I think you broke Fatin,” Martha says. 

“Yeah right Marty, more like she’s off to go masterbate with her toothbrush,” Toni responds.

Leah’s scared it’s the former.

#the wilds #the wilds!fic #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leah x fatin #leatin #leatin fic #truth or dare ft fatin's gay panic this time #my writing #fic prompt #prompt fill meme #the void

[creamykaspbrak]

do u think richie would get hard seeing eddie smoking a cigarette

OH HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD imma tag @himbotozier cos this is our vibe yo

okay so theyre all hanging out at a party or something and richie and eddie are chilling outside bc richie needed a smoke break and whatever prissy bitch is hosting the party refuses to let people smoke cigarettes inside even though there are about 20 of her friends hotboxing her bathroom as they speak, and eddie just generally needed some fresh air because sometimes he gets a little too excited and drinks a little too much and needs to sober up outside before he throws up

and so richie is smoking and eddie’s got his head planted on richie’s shoulder and richie takes a deep inhale of the smoke and lets it leave his lungs and eddie let’s out a little cough and richie frowns and turns to look at him

“sorry eds, you alright there?” richie would ask, because he’s protective of little eddie kaspbrak. he has feelings on feelings for this boy and if he can’t express it the way he wants to through kisses and hot touches under bed sheets then he sure can express it by being a little overprotective. but eddie just nods his head and pulls back to look at richie and richie always thinks eddie is gorgeous but after a couple of beers and tokes of whatever bev had been smoking, eddie’s beauty amplifies about ten times over and richie is just in awe of his pretty brown eyes and slightly chubby cheeks that are just so cute cute cute that he wants to smush them together and kiss ‘em

“im good. really good,” eddie would tell him with a hazy far off smile and richie’s almost ready to suggest its time to leave because after this happy goofy stage of his drunkenness, eddie starts to get tired which makes him grumpy and huffy and bratty and richie can only deal with so much in one night without wanting to take eddie over his lap for being such a little bitch to him when he’s only trying to help. he takes another drag of his cig and then opens his mouth to tell eddie that it’s time to go when eddie says - “hey, do you think i could try that?”

and richie looks at eddie, then his cig, then back to eddie with confusion on his face. “you want to try smoking, eds?” he asks, one brow raised as he gestures with the smoke. eddie nods, making a grab for the cigarette and richie holds it out of his reach, causing eddie to let out a whine that goes right to richie’s dick, jesus effing christ

“why not?” eddie asks, folding his arms and richie thinks he could beat a toddler in a battle for candy

“because you have little lungs. i don’t want you getting sick.”

“little lungs my ass, tozier. i just wanna try a little.” fuck eddie kaspbrak, the little demon. he’s staring at richie with those big brown eyes that could rival bambi’s and richie wants to scream and cry and kiss eddie until he can’t breathe. “c’mon, pass the damn cigarette.”

richie is so weak. he hands eddie the half smoked roll-up, careful that it doesn’t burn his fingers and watches as eddie stares at it. richie smirks. dumb little brat

“well?”

“shut up, im figuring it out”

“well figure it out faster, it’s gonna burn out and im going to have nothing left to smoke” richie’s not really worried. he’d give eddie his whole pouch if eddie asked him too. but he’s desperate to see those pretty lips wrap around the filter and take a pull. richie watches eddie in class sometimes when he’s nibbling on the end of his pen, a nervous (and very sexy) habit

eddie finally takes a deep breath and presses the filter to his lips, taking a short drag and immediately coughing. richie smiles a little and shuffled closer, pulling the cig from eddie’s hand. hey, at least he tried, right? but eddie isn’t having any of it, batting richie’s hand away

“hey, im not finished!”

“dude, you nearly choked to death on a tiny bit of smoke, i think you’ve had enough”

“well, you can’t just shove a cigarette in my face and expect me to know what to do asshole! at least show me before banning me from smoking forever! like who are you, my mom?” richie smirks again. fussy little baby.

“alright, fine. i’ll show you what to do, now give me the cig.” eddie hands it over and richie curls his fingers around it, almost about to press it to his own lips, but he stops when he sees the way eddie’s looking at him- hazy eyes, lips a little parted, cute button nose red with the cold october breeze- and presses the filter to eddie’s lips himself

“okay, you’re gonna take a small breath,” richie tells eddie, feeling the boy’s warm lips on his cold fingers as he wraps them around the filter of the cig and does as he’s told. “good, now hold it. you might feel like you wanna cough, but dont. now breathe in again, deep this time.” richie watches as eddie takes his advice, eyes closing as his chest rises further as he takes the smoke into his lungs. “hold it... okay, now breathe out.” eddie sighs as he lets the smoke out of his lungs, dirty grey vapour gathering in the air between them, and richie can’t help but wish he was taking it into his own lungs. he’d always enjoyed shot gunning as foreplay. he allows himself to stare at eddie for a moment longer, eyes on those pretty parted lips, until eddie’s eyes open and the spell is somewhat broken. “feels good, huh?” he asks as he puts the last of the cig to his lips, allowing himself the final drag and telling himself that hey, technically because eddie’s lips touched this it means they’ve kissed

eddie shrugs at him, but richie can tell his head is high from the nicotine already- what a loser, though richie can’t blame him, he was exactly the same. richie finishes up his cigarette and stomps it underneath his feet, putting it out and holding his hand out for eddie. “c’mon spagheds, i think it’s past your bedtime,” richie tells his woozy best friend, who simply nods and let’s richie take him back to his truck.

it’s only on the walk there that richie finds himself having to adjust himself in his pants as he realises how hard he is and if he tortures himself by giving tipsy eddie kaspbrak a toke of his cigarettes every so often, that’s his own business

#my writing #prompts #reddie #tw smoking #tw unsafe drinking practices #they are off age here!!!!!! just premises jesus h christ cos i know someones gonna come for me #i rly like this tho #thank you anon for the great prompt

[nikethestatue]

Do you sometimes doubt that elriel might not happen? Idk maybe sarah could play with our feelings suddenly she change her minds. I love elriel so much but i dont trust sarah at all. After acofas, in 2018 she announced nessian already so i cant see why she cant announce elriel or whatever couple she have on her minds for acotar5. What does she gain from this crazy shipwar tho? Yes its for marketing so fans become interested in her next book. But day by day i see ppl leaving the fandom bcs its too toxic. I just dont understand she should have confirm who the next mc already but instead sarah and her team are milking this shipwar way too much..

Hi Anon,

Yes, I think all of us have questions and occasional doubts, though honestly, I can't say that I do all that much. Can she change her mind, yes, I suppose anything is possible. I also think that she would then have to restructure ALL of her writing, all the upcoming books, which feels like a monumental task and I am not sure why she'd do it? To satisfy one ship?

I think one of the reasons that the couple isn't announced is because it will lead to assumptions and will kill the element of surprise, because right now, we technically don't know what's going on with Elucien. And even, though as I always contend that it's not even a possibility, Gwynriel too. We have Lucien/Elain bond, we have Azriel/Elain interest, we have Lucien/Vassa 'something is going on', we have Rhys's prohibition, we have potential Blood Duels and human lands upheavals. Too much plot evolves around these pairings for SJM or BB to just throw it out there.

The book is not written. It probably won't be published until late 2022. Therefore, giving that much away that early on makes no sense for them (SJM and BB). Nessian was a foregone conclusion--there was no one else that they could've been with, so announcing them was just a confirmation of what people expected. With Elriel, there are still too many possibilities, around LI, and Elain's journey, power, etc. I think that there would be too much demand for more, more, more if it's announced, and SJM probably doesnt want to give anything away.

What they should do, in my opinion, and it should come from SJM herself, is just tell the fandom that certain things, that are whipping up the frenzy, mean nothing. The revolting idea of pliant bones. That cutting the ribbon was not some foreplay/come on, but a task and a completion of a difficult physical and emotional challenge. Things like that--clarifications of themes and items that have been most divisive.

(I PERSONALLY also think that this will all somehow coincide with the show, if it's picked up. Because they'd want to whip up interest for both, the books and the show, and I feel like it's all gonna go down in 2022. So now, we sit and wait, and post theories and pics. )