#[ boop a quickie! ]

[anarchytaco]

NSFW Alphabet for Art the Clown

A couple other people have done this already, but here's my take on it.

(18+ only)

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, gore, torture, one mention of n*crophilia, a teeny tiny hint at c*prophilia, you might think I'm a little insane

This is geared towards AFAB people.

As strange as it may seem, the reader character is consenting to these acts.

Whether you love or hate the Terrifier franchise, THIS POST IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. You’ve been warned.

Aftercare

There's not a whole lot of it. At the very most, Art will loosen up the restraints, if there are any. Even this, however, isn't a guarantee. He prefers to leave you in a state of "total ruin"; your scars, injuries, and extreme exhaustion get left untreated.

Body Part

His teeth allow for him to spread "joy" with his big smile, in addition with his ability to bite into your flesh. As for what is attached to you, Art favors your nose. It will absolutely be booped.

Cum

Semen will be inside you in some manner: vagina, anal, whatever new holes are created, etc. If it ends up in your mouth, then you must swallow.

Dirty Secret

There are no secrets.

Experience

Art knows the basics of giving pleasure, such as the clitoris location and how to stimulate it. It's unknown where he obtained these skills, but he definitely knows how to use them.

Favorite Position

It's when you're stripped and hung upside down with your legs spread open. He immerses himself in this sense of control, as you permit him to do whatever he wants.

Goofy

Art smiles and "laughs" as he tears you into pieces. He'll also honk his clown horn when he squeezes your tits and ass.

Hair

There's two possibilities here: his nuts are either as bald as his head, or the bush is absolutely wild. There is no in between.

Intimacy

His passion increases as the minutes pass; he immerses himself in your body and fluids.

Jack Off

Using a detached body part (head, leg, torso) as a flesh light would be Art's usual take on masturbation.

Kink

Art kinks generally revolve around a type of torture and gore; he engages in his own form of "BDSM". For instance, he'll handcuff you to the bedposts, then whip you with his cat o' nine tails. Another kink of his connects back to what he did in that pizza shop bathroom...

Location

His favorite places to fuck are within old, abandoned buildings, and especially the old carnival. He doesn't mind playing around in the laundromat either.

Motivation

Full-on clown cosplays, both sexy and unsexy, are one way to get him excited. What really gets Art going, though, is a fresh laceration. The sight of one makes him curious: how deep is it, and can he make it deeper?

NO

There may be a hint of gentleness in the beginning, but overall, Art will not go soft on you.

Oral

Blowjob sessions with him grabbing your head, forcing your mouth open, and having you deep throat his cock until you nearly pass out (and you sometimes do). When you're the one on the receiving end, Art starts out by teasing you with these long, agonizingly slow licks. Then, he'll start sucking on your clit in a rhythmic fashion, eventually inserting a couple fingers to match with the rhythm.

Pace

Art takes his time, but as previously mentioned, he'll be rough throughout; his favorite type of pain to inflict is one that's long-lasting.

Quickie

Quickie's with Art are rare. He prefers to savor his sexual urges for the perfect time and place. In his opinion, waiting enhances the experience, since he's finally able to release these bottled up emotions boiling within.

Risk

As a man of creativity, Art is always coming up with new ways to mess around. However, he leans away from submissive roles in order to avoid a scenario where you have the advantage. That principle may be thrown out the window, though, once you start referring to yourself as "mommy".

Stamina

Sessions as a whole tend to be about an hour long at least, so there will usually be just one round at a time. In terms of how long until Art ejaculates, it averages to about fifteen minutes (when you're directly stimulating his penis, of course).

Toy

You'll be faced with whatever tools and weapons Art has in his garbage bag, in addition to the recent project he's crafted on his workbench.

Unfair

There will lots of teasing from him, especially during the first ten minutes of sexy time. He loves how much it makes you beg, and also how loud you whine from denied orgasms.

Volume

Bro is obviously silent the entire time.

Wild Card

Imagine yourself hanging upside down (refer to his favorite position), blood rushing to your head as Art licks your pussy, digging his fingernails into your ass cheeks

X-Ray

It's pretty thick, reaching to around 5 or 6 inches.

Yearning

His sex drive is slightly above average, but he mostly relieves the tension through his acts of murder.

ZZZ

As I sort of stated at the beginning, he leaves you alone after sex. In other words, he doesn't fall asleep next to you. His sleep schedule is likely terrible anyway, due to how late he stays up.

[pokegalla]

Another trade of the classic multiparted headcanons on my blog! But this time?

With the creepy bois✨ (Plus first post of headcanons for them! :D)

Trade/Requested by @tryslogic

(Warning: Slight nsfw and damn near borderline all things considered with these guys-)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o!

Jeff:

* Bruh. Without a fucking doubt- this goddamn horndog. Walk him with a leash-

* He would sneak up on you and hug you from behind before just giving a big ass squeeze- you’d bonk him but that’ll just make him laugh. He’ll use your damn chest like a stress ball, having a shit eating grin because he just KNOWS how much of an asshole he’s being. (And he knows you just love him too much 😌✨)

* In private it technically can get pretty fluffy surprisingly. Using your chest like a pillow after a long day of killing? God it’s heaven sent to him. Just hope he isn’t too messy though- but of course he isn’t letting the opportunity go to waste to tease you. Littering your neck and chest with love marks? Drives him CRAZY. Yeah you ain’t walking if he’s in that mood-

* And man you are just a glutton for punishment if you wearing a boob window- he loves the view but he HATES how the others are gawking at you. You end up getting pulled to the side. “Fucking tease….better start screaming my name. I want them to hear who you belong too~”

* He’s a little possessive and protective buuuut in a more heartfelt way surprisingly. Will he admit it? Over his dead body-

Eyeless Jack:

* Ah now here’s a more respectable guy. For a kidney eating demon, he respects boundaries! He’s a monster but not THAT kind-

* Noooot saying he wouldn’t stare though. I mean kinda hard not to yknow? He’d probably tease you quietly about how good you’re looking right now. But he would never just outright just….grab it. Like why??? (Honestly he could though. Sneaky boi-)

* But in private he is WAY more snuggly. Hope you don’t mind black streaks on your shirts. Because he is diving into those twin peaks✨ he feels so safe in your arms….he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist. You might be stuck for quite awhile. But in the meantime? You get a chance to see him without the mask! And you can’t skip out on that now can you~?

* Now here’s where you end up tipping the scale with him: Boob window. God you just look so good in it. He is biting his lip and even starts whispering teases in your ear. “Tryna grab my attention that badly~? It might just work~” I know yall definitely had a quickie in the forest. Hope you kept quiet~✨

* Overall he’s just a pretty chill guy! Who just can’t resist you~✨

Laughing Jack:

* Ok there’s no sugarcoating this. This is the worst motherfucker here. And THE biggest tease. FOR FUN-

* Does not help if you wear layers, his lanky ass arms will always manage to slip through. And his big ass grin just tells you he KNOWS this is pissing you off so he honks it before laughing like a maniac. He boops your cheek though to show you he’s just playing around.

* In private….I mean not much of a difference? Well other then straight up picking you up to plop his chin in your cleavage and looking up at you with a smirk. Orrrr having your chest on his head like a damn hat- he can’t really snuggle like the others without the risk of stabbing you with that sharp ass nose 💦 but he makes due with what he can✨

* Now the boob window he will SHAMELESSLY stare and even TUG on it to see more- “Heh~ What a pretty little view~ Might as well show it all~” and that bastard actually teases you to the point of being needy. He finds it amusing. But at least he’ll reward his little doll in the end~✨

* He just loves messing with you but really that’s just how he shows you his love✨

[nitrokiraru]

madatowa drama cd notes as someone who has very limited jp knowledge. i am simply using my 4 yrs of high school japanese, google translate, and a dream. just posting this for fun so it’s not like an official translation or anything it’s just basically me describing what’s happening to the best of my ability and also being insane about them

major events that happened that i could make out as like a tldr

-mada reunited with someone he knew when he was little

-towa learns abt mada’s past, mainly around a guy named “kurahashi”

-mayu eiji and kotarou appearance :D being sillies as always

-two yowie moments. first one in an alleyway second one presumably in their home. both are freak nasty as usual madatowa shenanigans

notes:

track 1

-LOTS of fighting noises in this

-towa and mada have a coffee and say it tastes like shinkoumi. some dudes come up to em and try to fight

track 2+3

-somebody notices them and gives them a job. presumably to fight people

-towa fights some people and it riles him up

-this part has already been translated but i just wanna scream abt it here bc!!!!!! towa brings him and mada into like an alleyway or something and he goes “hit me. it has to be you.” and mada says something like “you really are a lost cause/what am i going to do with you, huh?” hits him n his mouth fills with blood and towa kisses mada to make him taste it dnnsjdjd ❤️

-they have a quickie in the third track in said alleyway like the freaks they are

track 4

-a character (acquaintance of mada) called him “kei” which was kinda crazy to me since nobody called him that in the vn

-theyre in south america i believe? it’s funny in drama cds when they go to a country outside of japan and still speak japanese

-this character knew mada when he was little??? omg

-KAGA MENTION

-somebody came up to towa and madarame and said “forget everything you saw/heard today”?!

-there’s a VA in here that lowkey sounds like koujaku dmmd but idk how to check

track 5

-it’s funny how some tracks in here are like 2 minutes and the next one is 20

-dude i forgot how good nitroplus’ like sound effects are these mfs sound like they’re in my ROOM

-towa n mada having a convo abt the previous day. i think they may be arguing slightly? tone feels passive aggressive

-birds chirpin’ and towa’s breathing. he just woke up

-he just said madarame in the softest voice ever… 💔💔

-i think he woke up on their bed and mada left before he did

-towa: where did you go?😕 *track ends*

track 6

-footsteps. towa in a coffee shop once again

-MADA FIGHTING THAT DUDE HE KNEW

-cut back to towa. beep beep boop. towa calling somebody? ITS MAYU KOTAROU AND I THINK EIJI OMGGGGG T__T I MISSED EM

-i missed mayus silly voice

-they keep talking about somebody named “kurahashi” related to mada and kaga

-sasaki and toono mention?

-mayu: did something happen between you and madarame? did you two fight? (in the most teasing lil shit voice ever)

towa: *exhales smoke probably abt to hang up the phone* i’m done. -__-

eiji: HE WAs JUST KIDDIN-

-eiji: mata!! (see you!)

kotarou: mata na.

mayu: mata ne~ ^__^

the difference in tones was cute

-towa walks out of da shop. the dude from before comes up to him and asks if he wants to know what he and mada have been doing

-he like grabs him?? menacing music playing

-ok towa said let me go i think he pushed him up against a wall or something

-this dude is asking towa if he knows abt mada before he joined the takasatogumi. some massive lore bits goin on here (i understand about 20% of it)

-from what i got: madarame and kaga had a promise. lots of talk abt this promise. lots of talk abt madarame’s history with his siblings and takasatogumi. this entire bit is probably really interesting lore wise but i can’t understand most of it…💔 apologies

- enter madarame from the distance to save towa from this dude’s grasp

-he walks away.

-madarame: that guy…what happened?

towa: nothin. we just talked

madarame: really?

towa: yea. (he lyin)

track 7

-they go back home (i think) and enter.

towa sighssss. towa and mada talk time it seems ^__^

-madarame’s voice is so soft when he’s w him…cries

-towa: mentions something abt kurahashi

music: gets Suspenseful

-towa talks abt the stuff that dude told him

-towa ran away into a room?! (once again this would make me more sense if i even understood the weight of that dudes words and the lore of what happened)

track 8 (pretty sure this is the beginning of disc 2? however i’m listening from dlsite so it just shows up as track 8)

-this track is 20 minutes oh god pray for me as i try to even figure out what the hell is happening

-towa goes to see kurahashi and some dude tells him he needs an appt lawl… he lets him in tho

-“you came after all, towa” *suspense music starts*

-there’s a new takasatogumi?¿

-the dude who calls madarame “kei” is here telling him this. actually i think this is kurahashi i’ve just been calling him “the dude” this whole time but maybe it is kurahashi LMFAO i’ll just call him that

-wait the interrogation/euphoria music is playing? they’re still doing this segment in the drama cds omg

-towas voice still remaining the sexiest shit ever god

-IS HE TRYING TO SEDUCE INFORMATION OUT OF HIM or is it just his voice. maybe both

-more lore bits abt mada that i can only get bits n pieces from

-towa provoking da hell out of this mf.

-literally what the HELL is happening some other dude came in i hear clothes rustling and towa said Unhand Me

-HELLO GLASS JUST BROKE THAT SCARED ME WHY ARE NITROPLUS’ SOUND EFFECTS SO REALISTIC

-ITS MADA LMFAKOOK HE BROKE IN AND ASAID “towa. u in here?”

-the guy who sounds like koujaku is back apparently w him. they saved towa :D

-OK WHERE DID EIJI MAYU AND KOTAROU COME FROM I MISSED SOMETHING. i did.

track 9

-more kotarou eiji and mayuuuu. looks like they’re with towa and madarame now

-ok they left lawl

-everything’s all chill now i think that last track was the drama. i can’t wait until somebody translates the whole thing so i can actually understand what da hell happened

-once again their voices when they speak to each other alone are just 💔💔..

-it got a bit intimate at the end there i think i’m abt to hear a secks scene ngl

track 10

-YUP THE JAZZ MUSIC PLAYIN AND THERES KISSIN

-blood and knife(?) mention oh it’s abt to get real crazy in here

-mada: want me to cut you (non-verbatim ish)

towa: yes…..!!

-i’m punching the air.

-*cut sfx* mada: did that hurt?

towa:… feels good

-towa is such a fucking freak (affectionate) my god

-i think mada is licking the blood up oh my goodnes i’m abt to pass out and i’m only 2 min in

-oh he’s . towas whimpering . i’m normal (yes they’re fucking now)

-towa: cut me more. i want it to hurt

-mada keeps cutting him and towa keeps doing that little whimper FAWKKKK I CANR

-after they finished

towa: you’re covered in blood.

mada: whose fault is that?

towa: yours, isn’t it?

-ok that just changed me and i am very glad i bought this CD so i can now listen to it for the rest of time.

track 11 (last one!! ;_;)

-outside ambience. towa talking abt da sky

-at the coffee shop again talking w da waiter

-melancholy music playing.. why am i feeling emotional

-if i heard this correctly mada and kaga had coffee together that tasted like what they’re having rn?¿ madarame talking more abt his past but like. fondly i guess

-madarame said something that kind of gagged towa but IDK WHAT IT WASSSS HE SAID “who knows”

ARKTA song once again for the ending! AND IM DONEEE

ok so. i’m not gonna give a full review since i didn’t understand all of what they were saying but i saw on twt some people are going to start translating it? so perhaps i’ll relisten once a translation is out and give my full thoughts but as of now i loved it regardless. i missed towa and madarame a lot i love their dynamic 💔 just a bunch of freaks fighting mfs occasionally and going anywhere but still sticking beside one other. im rly glad i actually bought it because i get to listen to it whenever AND it’ll probably feel like the first time once i finally listen to it along with an eng translation so i actually know wtf is GOING ON

anyways hi and thank u if u read this whole thing. ’m gonna buy the rest of them soon and also make a review post but probably not as long. the reason is because god i MISSED TOWAS VOICE SO MUCH LOL i must hear it again. that is all

[junkdayz]

PILLOW TALK

reader x Femboy Dosie (Purple Kiss)

College!AU, Roomates!AU, some Smut!

(lowkey gave up on this and idk why)

Tags: male reader, gay sex, genderbent, femboy, male on male, breeding kink, CMNF, (lots of) cock stroking, creampie, passionate sex, ass sniffing, quickie, (a little) rimjob, switching

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It was a placid Friday evening. My roommate dosie and I were spending it the way we always did: sitting on our couch with our feet on the coffee table. I was watching TV, while dosie was scrolling on his phone while toying with short black hair.

His girly hairstyle was the first, but definitely not the last, of his many feminine features. When I moved in with him, he instantly noticed I was surprised by the fact he looked more like… well, a girl, than a boy. He was a “sissy”, he’d explained, the bovine equivalent of a femboy.

I also use the cowboy emoji a lot, but that’s unrelated , he’d said.

“Wanna hang out tonight?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but before any sound could escape it, my phone buzzed against the glass surface of the coffee table. Beep-beep-boop! It chimed. dosie recognized the custom sound for chaein, the girl I’d been dating for the past two months.

“You’re still seeing her?!” He asked, bewildered.

“Of course, why do you sound so surprised?”

“She checks on you once every two weeks. Don’t you think that’s… suspicious?”

“She just wants to take it easy, man. When we started dating she had just broken up with her long time boyfriend.”

Beep-beep boop! I grabbed the phone. chaein wanted us to dine at a really fancy restaurant tonight, and she wanted to do it with a beautiful red dress she’d bought that day. It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? I better it’d look even better on my floor…

“Pfft.” dosie scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It isn’t nice to peep at other people’s screens. But since you have, I suppose you can guess I’m gonna need the apartment tonight.”

“Yeah, sure. You’re gonna need it alright, just like every other time you spent a fortune to take her out and she refused to come in.”

“I’m not denying she’s a high-maintenance girl, but she’s worth it. Have you seen her?”

“Oh, I have.” He said through his teeth. “I’ll just go to the club with my friends, you have fun here.”

The disapproval on dosie’s face turned to pity when he came back to find me lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with my hands joined at my chest. Catatonic, almost.

“I take it she found an excuse not to come in, uh?” He said, sitting by my side. “She’s just leading you on, sweetie.”

“No. She just… didn’t feel like it was right, yet. I just have to try harder.”

“Man, I may be a cow, but you’re the one getting milked here.” He sighs. “No matter how shittily she treats you or how many times I warn you, you’ll never give up on her, right?”

“Nope.”

“Let it be known I did not want to do this, but my hand was forced.”

He offered me his phone and I got up to a sitting position to take it. The screen was so bright it took me a second to focus those splotches of color into a picture, but I wished I hadn’t done it. Because it was a picture of chaein, with her ex-boyfriend, having a coffee at the place where dosie worked as a waiter. It was followed by a second picture of them extending over the table to kiss.

“I think I’m going to cry.” I said, tears already streaming down my cheeks. “I’m a moron, am I not?”

“Oh, sweetie,” dosie said, caressing my back and patting my thigh. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but… you had to know. You are such a great dude, I know you deserve a woman who will give you all you deserve and more.”

“Thanks… really. Thank you.”

“You deserve a woman who’ll love you. Or… you know… maybe not a woman.”

“What do you mean?”

He scooted closer to me, so close I could feel the air exhaling from his snout. “Maybe… a guy could be good for you? A femboy, even?”

I looked into his eyes, which were as big and pleading as a puppy’s trying to get picked out of the litter.

“I like you, more than chaein ever could. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I know I could treat you the way you deserve. I know you could treat me the way I deserve, as well, and I’d never take advantage of you..”

I can barely parse the words coming out of his mouth. First, chaein cheated on me, now my best friend is trying to date me. I feel like a boxer that took one too many blows to the head.

“dosie, I like you too.” I say, and he lights up. I wince, knowing what’s next. “But just as a friend.”

“But–but–” he staggers as I take his hand off my chest and hold it gently. “No buts. It’s fine. It’s cool. I’m sorry for pushing it on you right now. It was pretty scummy of me, that’s true….”

“Woah! Calm down.” Now he was the one crying. I took a tissue out of the box on the table to wipe away his ruined makeup. “You’re not garbage, and I’m very flattered you like me that way. It’s just that I’m not gay, you know?”

“I–I know. It’s just that I had to shoot my shot. You understand, right?”

“I do. Wanna watch trashy 2AM reality tv and eat ice cream to feel better?”

He nodded.

And so we spent the rest of our night cuddled up together on the couch while we both could still feel the grooves of our tears on our cheeks. He used my chest as a pillow, which made me think about how we were always touching and holding each other, almost as if we’d already been a couple the whole time. It certainly wasn’t a level of intimacy I could have mustered for anyone except him. He was very special to me, and I did like him a lot.

But liking him was only one part of the puzzle, right? If we started dating, I’d have to do much more than just hang out with him, or hold his hands, or even kiss him. I would have to love him the way he wanted and deserved to be loved, and I didn’t know if I was capable of that.

dosie had fallen asleep on me and was drooling all over my shirt. I chuckled quietly, not wanting to wake him up, and gently lowered his hand on the armrest so he could use it as a pillow. But as I was about to step away, he tugged at my pants.

“I’m here, if you change your mind. I’ll always be.”

And with that, he drifted back to sleep.

The following days, I couldn’t help but gravitate to him more and more. I always found myself stealing glances at him and wanting to be as close to him as possible. I laughed and smiled at everything he said even when it wasn’t funny at all. Most importantly of all, I wanted to touch him. My fingers itched to run through his hair and trace circles on his skin. I wanted to hold him tight to myself and feel his head on my chest just like that night. I wanted him , and I wanted his body, that fat plump ass even.

And so, the next time we were together watching TV, I asked:

“Would you like a foot massage?”

He looked surprised, but quickly went “Why not?” And hoisted his feet on my lap.

I caressed and worked the skin, even reaching under the stirrups of his white socks.

“Oh, I needed that. Work sucked today.” He said, then cooed in appreciation of my massage skills.

“Anything in particular that bummed you out?”

“I’m gonna be extremely petty and tell you… there’s this girl who always orders the biggest, sugariest frappé we have. Every day. And she’s so thin! It’s so unfair, dude.I have to work so hard to look the way I do while Miss Sweet Tooth gets to have her frappé and eat it too.”

“I’m sure she didn’t look even half as good as you do.”

“Oh.” He raised one eyebrow. “And how are you so sure?”

“Because you’re vastly prettier than ninety-nine percent of women in circulation. Much prettier than the bitch I used to date, that’s for sure”

“You’re damn right! But I never thought I’d ever hear you say it.”

“I can be a bit slow sometimes. But I always get there.”

“Oh, do you, now? Words are cheap, mister. Actions are more important.” Having said that, he picked the remote off the coffee table and let it fall theatrically out of his hand.It rolled under the table. “Oops, I’m so clumsy”

He kneeled down and went on all fours to pick it back up, giving me a perfect view of his bubble-shaped ass. His slutty jeans shorts wrapped around it with vacuum tightness, and only the bottom curve of his cheeks peeked from under the blue fabric. Blood rushed to my crotch and my pants tented as my cock grew to full mast. Without even thinking twice, I raised my hand and slapped his ass as hard as I could, making his entire body jolt.

He crawled out from under the table with the corner of his black lips raised in a sly smile. “That wasn’t very straight of you.”

“Maybe I don’t feel very straight.”

I spread my legs to show him how my hard cock was tenting my pants. His eyes went wide seeing my raging erection, and he slid over to me so he could caress my inner thigh and whisper into my ear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it with more confidence, buddy. If you flip flop and break my heart after this, let’s say it won’t be the only thing that’s broken after I’m done with you.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I want to–”

My phone chimed. Beep-beep-boop . Beep-beep-boop. Beep-beep-boop .

I picked it up to silence it, but in doing so the notifications popped up on the screen anyway.

It was just a moment of weakness. I was actually telling him to never see me again. I tried to explain it to your sissy cow bitch. He said I don’t love you as much as he did. You understand what he’s doing, right? He’s pushing us apart because he’s envious of me. Of us.

Please forgive me.

“That’s not true.” dosie said, looking at me with pleading puppy eyes and lowered ears. “I would never sabotage you. Please don’t listen to her. Please–”

“dosie, I know. Don’t worry.”

I dropped my phone on the rug and myself onto my beautiful roommate. My face met his as we had our very first kiss. I pulled him by the waist so that his tongue could have free rein in my mouth. He explored it eagerly, as if he wanted to taste every corner of it. We only unlocked when we couldn’t breathe anymore, a single bridge of saliva connecting my lips to his snout.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.”

“You are beautiful to me… and to everybody else, hell. I just couldn’t see it before. Now, will you turn around for me?”

He did so without a word, putting his elbows on the armrest, chest down, ass up. His breathing was short and ragged, and his whole body shook ever so slightly, eagerly awaiting my next move. My heartbeat drummed in my ears. This was the moment of truth. I’d thrown myself into it headfirst, and if I ended up hurting him, I would never be able to forgive myself.

I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, revealing the cutest, pinkest asshole I’d ever seen and a fat plump round bubble booty. Under it, a plump, smooth taint, from which hung his ballsack. His testicles were huge and filled it perfectly, shaping it into a tasty-looking peach that made my mouth water. His cock sprouted from it, a half-hardened and still glowing slab of shining dark meat. It surprised me to find out that dosie was more hung than me. It surprised me even more that it just made my cock even harder, so hard my head spun. I didn’t simply want him, I needed him. I cursed myself for not realizing it earlier.

“I’m sorry, that part of me isn’t very cute.” dosie apologized. I spent so much time basking in the beauty of his cock he must have thought I was hesitating. “Never mind what I said before, it’s okay if you wanna stop now. Just—“

Not wanting to hear him be self-conscious even for one more second, I dived forwards and wrapped my lips around his testicles. They easily slipped through my eager lips and inside my hungry mouth.

“Oh my god!” dosie bellowed, and then began groaning and moaning as I sucked his balls and milked his fat, throbbing bull-cock. I only took pauses from painting his cumtanks with my spit to tongue his asshole open.

“Stop, please, stop! I’m gonna…”

His sack tightened and his cock quaked as piping hot cum sped through his shaft and shot all over our couch. I’d stopped pumping him, but dosie needed more stimulation to truly enjoy his orgasm, and so he rutted with my hand-hole, making me spurt precum in my boxers as I observed, as if hypnotized, his balls slapping against my fist each time he thrusted in.

Having fully emptied himself, dosie breathed heavily to replace all the air he’d expelled with his pleasured moaning. His ass was still high up in the air, spread wide, and his asshole winked at me, beckoning me further, murmuring that it was my turn to feel good.

I was so excited I fumbled my belt buckle over and over, and it took all my concentration to undo it and let my trousers ball up to my knees. My cock had never been harder. Waves of excitement ran down my taint and up my spine. Every fiber of my body burned with the desire to make dosie mine. And so I mounted him.

“Please make me into your slut.” dosie begged while my cock prodded his entrance.

"Even better. I’ll make you my boyfriend." I say.

The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of desire and something more tender, something that made my chest ache with an unfamiliar longing. I could see it in Dosie’s eyes too—that same mixture of want and uncertainty, as if we were both standing on the precipice of something that could change everything.

When Dosie turned around, offering himself so openly, I felt a rush of emotions��desire, yes, but also a deep, aching need to protect, to cherish, to hold this moment in my heart forever. I stepped closer, my hands trembling slightly as they hovered over Dosie’s exposed skin. There was a part of me that wanted to take, to lose myself in the pleasure that I knew awaited us, but there was also a part of me that wanted to savor this, to make sure that every touch, every movement was filled with the care and affection that I felt but couldn’t quite put into words.

My hands finally made contact with Dosie’s skin, my touch gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if I was afraid that this moment might shatter if I wasn’t careful. But as I felt Dosie shiver under my touch, heard the soft intake of breath, something inside me shifted. I wanted to make this good for Dosie, to show him just how much this meant to me.

I leaned in, pressing my chest against Dosie’s back, my lips brushing against the nape of his neck as I whispered, “You’re incredible, you know that? I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you right now.”

I guided my cock between Dosie’s ass cheeks, the thick, slick shaft sliding easily into the tight, inviting space. I let out a low groan as the tip of my cock brushed against Dosie’s entrance, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my body. It was a different kind of intimacy, one that spoke of trust and desire, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My grip on Dosie’s waist tightened as I increased the pressure, grinding my cock between those soft, firm cheeks. The slickness from the water and the previous encounters made every movement smooth and fluid, a rhythm that built in intensity with every passing second. I pressed my lips to Dosie’s ear, my voice low and rough. “You feel so good, Dosie… I can’t get enough of you.”

Yet there was a vulnerability in my words that surprised even me, a raw honesty that I hadn’t intended to let slip, but now that it was out in the open, I didn’t want to take it back. I wanted Dosie to know just how deeply I was feeling this, how much this moment meant to me.

As my hands traveled down Dosie’s sides, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch, I felt a surge of something close to tenderness. I wanted to make sure that every moment, every touch, was filled with the depth of my feelings. This wasn’t just about desire—this was about connection, about the unspoken bond that had been building between us for so long.

I positioned myself behind Dosie, my hands gripping his hips with a firm yet gentle hold. I could feel the tension in my own body, the overwhelming urge to lose myself in the heat and pleasure that awaited, but I forced myself to go slow, to make this as good for Dosie as I could.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

My breath came out in ragged gasps as I felt Dosie press back against me, the heat of the moment pushing us both into a frenzy. The tension that had been simmering between us finally erupted, and my control slipped as I gripped Dosie’s hips harder, pulling him closer, aligning our bodies perfectly.

With a deep breath, I pushed forward, sliding my massive cock into Dosie’s tightness, the sensation almost overwhelming as I felt his body clench around me. The slick warmth of the shower only heightened the intensity, and I couldn’t hold back a groan as I began to move.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, the word almost lost in the steamy air around us. The sound of our bodies coming together echoed in the small space, a rhythmic, wet 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 as I thrust into Dosie with increasing fervor. The noise was lewd, almost obscene, but it only drove me further, the primal need to claim, to possess, overtaking me.

Each thrust was accompanied by the slap of skin against skin, a sharp, 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆 as my hips met Dosie’s ass, his bubble butt bouncing back with every powerful movement. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the stall, merging with the groans, moans, and the steady stream of water cascading down our bodies. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as I continued to drive into Dosie. My hands slid down to his waist, gripping him with bruising force as I quickened my pace, the rhythm of my thrusts growing more frantic. 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋—the sound was relentless, a testament to the urgency that neither of us could deny.

I could feel Dosie’s body trembling, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed in time with each thrust. My own breath was coming out in sharp, uneven bursts, my heart hammering in my chest as I lost myself in the feeling of Dosie wrapped around me.

With every plunge, I could hear the slick, wet noises of our bodies sliding against each other, the 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 of my balls against Dosie’s cheeks as I drove deeper. My foot found purchase on the cold tile of the shower wall, giving me extra leverage to drive into Dosie with even more intensity. My hips snapped forward in a rapid, demanding rhythm, each thrust pushing Dosie forward against the shower wall with a muffled grunt.

I slowed my pace, my breathing evening out as I focused on the sensation of sliding in and out of Dosie’s warmth. I gripped his hips, my thumbs massaging the firm flesh as I thrust steadily, each movement deliberate and deep. As I continued, my pace quickened once more. My breath caught in my throat as I picked up speed, the water from the showerhead creating a misty veil around us. My balls slapped against Dosie’s ass with a wet slapping sound, his fat cheeks jiggling with each thrust. “FUUUUUuuuuuck!!~” I groaned, my voice echoing in the shower. My hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, driving my thick cock deep into Dosie. “Take my fucking dick, bro~”

Dosie couldn’t help but shiver, my every move felt so tempting yet so affectionate. With every touch, every soft brush of my lips against his ear, Dosie felt loved, cherished, even worshiped. Whenever I praised him, he felt his hole twitching uncontrollably. There was something so sexy about the way I was pressing our bodies together, teasing his hole with the tip of my slicked cock in the best possible way. It hadn’t even started yet and Dosie was already weak on his knees, my cock felt so close yet so far. It was intoxicating, he felt like he needed me more than ever now.

As if I could hear his thoughts, I increased the pressure against his hole. It was finally it, Dosie’s nails dug into the wall with anticipation as he felt my cock slowly entering his most sensitive spot. His flesh parted while I made my way into the Korean bimbo, until my cock, still slick with saliva, was finally fully inside. Dosie’s breath caught in his throat, and he let out a desperate moan: he felt so full. Actually, he hadn’t had anything this big for such a long time that he needed to adjust to the size. But what truly mattered was that we were finally forming one, we were more intimate than ever.

This wasn’t only about some sort of primal instinct; it was about a connection. Something so strong that Dosie couldn’t quite put words on it. But whenever I caressed his waist, or kissed the back of his neck, or even praised him, he was shivering uncontrollably. This moment meant so much more than a hookup session to Dosie, and he was glad that I felt the same. Dosie started to relax under my gentle touch, nothing mattered anymore except the overwhelming urge to get fucked by me as soon as possible.

“It’s perfect,” Dosie whispered with a pleading tone. “Please, fuck me more. I want you so bad.”

To show him how much I actually wanted this, Dosie pressed his back against my chest. Forming one was not an option anymore; our bodies aligned in the most perfect way as if we had always been made to work together. I felt Dosie’s breath becoming shaky, and the grip on his waist growing stronger: it was finally about to begin.

The next second, my massive cock was rearranging his guts. The shower stall was invaded with a bunch of obscene sounds that made Dosie’s head spin: our moans, our wet skin coming together at each and every thrust, my balls slapping against his juicy bubble butt, my chest laid flush with his back. My lips were just short of his ear. I hoped its larger size would make it even easier for him to hear me moan straight into his brain as I chanted his name over and over and over. I pounded him hard and rhythmically until the muscles of my thighs hurt, and then I kept going, because I would not let my body stop me from showing my utter and total dedication to him. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but it felt as if I’d been breeding him for hours by the time I was truly too spent to keep going. My cock was aching to burst.

“Please cum inside,” he begged, “please never let me go.”

How could I say no to him? How could I not hilt myself down and explode against his prostate? I desperately poured my love for him inside of his body. Even though my brain knew it was impossible, my heart wanted to impregnate him. I inundated him with my love, and then we collapsed, exhausted. Our bodies tangled together on the couch, and we exchanged our I love you ’s once more.

But the day was still young. As soon as we recovered our forces, we had sex again, over and over. I tasted his dick and he tasted mine. We jerked each other off as we kissed deeply. I slammed his ass over the coffee table and had him ride me like the sissy he was.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and yet, amid the raw, primal passion, there was something profoundly tender in the way I held Dosie. Every thrust, every movement was infused with a deeper, almost reverent connection. I could feel it in the way my hands gripped his hips, in the way my breath hitched when I felt him clench around me.

As I continued to move, my pace became more deliberate, more thoughtful. The sheer pleasure of the moment was undeniable, but so was the profound sense of closeness that we shared. It wasn’t just about physical gratification; it was about something much more intimate, something that transcended words.

The warmth of the water cascading down our bodies created a veil of steam around us, a misty barrier that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment. My hands slid over Dosie’s skin, tracing the contours of his body with a reverent touch. Every caress, every stroke was a silent declaration of how much I cared for him, how much I wanted this to be more than just a fleeting encounter.

My lips brushed against the back of Dosie’s neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses that spoke of my deep affection. I could feel the tremors that ran through his body, the way he shivered with every touch, every kiss. It was as if my touch was awakening something deep within him, something that had been waiting to be touched, to be cherished.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his ear as I whispered, “You’re incredible, Dosie. You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of. I want you to know that this moment, this connection—it means everything to me.”

As my cock slid in and out of him, each movement was met with a mixture of passion and tenderness. I could feel the way Dosie’s body responded to me, the way he arched his back and pressed his ass against me, as if trying to draw me deeper. It was a dance of desire and devotion, a rhythm that was both urgent and patient.

My hands traveled up to his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath my fingertips. I could sense the vulnerability in his body, the way he gave himself to me so completely, and it only deepened the connection between us. Every gasp, every moan was a testament to the trust we had built, to the bond that had grown between us.

The sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet, rhythmic slaps and the gasps of pleasure, were a soundtrack to our intimacy. But beyond the physical sensations, there was an emotional undercurrent that made this moment truly special. It was the way we communicated without words, the way our bodies spoke to each other in a language that was both primal and deeply emotional.

I could feel Dosie’s body trembling, his breaths coming in short, uneven bursts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and yet, there was a sense of peace in the way we moved together. It was as if we were creating something beautiful, something that transcended the physical act and became a celebration of our connection.

Every thrust, every movement was a testament to how much I cared for him. I wanted this to be perfect for him, to show him just how much he meant to me. As I held him, my grip gentle but firm, I could feel the way his body relaxed under my touch, the way he let go of any remaining tension and allowed himself to be completely present in this moment.

The intimacy we shared was more than just physical—it was a profound connection that spoke of trust, love, and vulnerability. As I continued to move, my breath ragged and my body slick with sweat, I could feel the way Dosie responded to me, the way his body seemed to melt into mine.

In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of us, lost in a world of our own making, where nothing else mattered but the way we felt about each other. The pleasure was intense, but it was the emotional connection that made this moment truly unforgettable. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a reflection of how much I cherished him, how much I wanted this to be more than just a fleeting encounter.

The rush of emotions was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over us, pulling us deeper into the shared intensity of the moment. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of being inside Dosie that consumed me—it was the sheer emotional flood that accompanied every movement.

As I moved inside him, each thrust felt like a declaration, a desperate plea to merge our souls as completely as our bodies. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a rhythmic drum that matched the urgency of our coupling. My breath came in ragged bursts, each gasp a testament to the depth of my feelings. The steam from the water enveloped us, creating a cocoon that seemed to amplify every sensation, every touch. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the raw, pulsating connection between us.

Every inch of Dosie’s body felt alive under my touch. My hands, now slick with sweat, slid over his skin, tracing the contours of his body with a reverence that spoke volumes. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed, the way he responded to each caress—it was like discovering new depths of intimacy with every movement. My fingers grazed his sides, skimming over the wetness, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

My kisses traveled from his neck to his shoulders, then down to his back, each one a silent vow of my devotion. I could feel his shivers, the way his body responded to my touch with an intensity that matched my own. Every moan, every gasp was a thread in the intricate tapestry of our shared pleasure. It was as though we were weaving something together, a fabric of emotions that was both exhilarating and profoundly intimate.

As I continued, I felt a surge of urgency, an almost frantic need to express every ounce of my affection. My movements became more insistent, more driven. There was no plan, no thought beyond the immediate, primal urge to give myself completely to Dosie. Each thrust was a burst of emotion, a declaration of how deeply I cared for him. I felt my control slipping, but it was liberating, a release of every barrier that had once held me back.

My hands gripped Dosie’s hips tighter, pulling him closer, driving deeper, wanting to lose myself entirely in him. I could feel the way he clenched around me, the way his body seemed to ache with the same urgent need that drove me. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, a storm of sensation that swept us both away. I could feel every shudder, every tremor, each one a reflection of the connection we were forging.

It was a dance of passion and vulnerability, a heady rush of emotions that left me breathless. The way Dosie’s body moved with mine, the way he seemed to lose himself in the moment, it was as if we were creating something sacred together. The world outside ceased to matter; it was just us, caught in this intense, exhilarating whirlwind of feeling.

As the climax approached, it felt like a crescendo in a symphony of emotions, a peak that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. I could feel the way Dosie’s body tensed, the way he braced himself against me. My own release came as a powerful surge, a rush that left me utterly spent, yet completely satisfied.

In the aftermath, as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, there was a profound sense of connection that lingered. The intimacy we had shared went beyond the physical—it was a deep, emotional bond that had been forged in the crucible of our passion. Every touch, every whisper was a testament to the depth of my feelings for Dosie, a reflection of how much he meant to me.

Holding him close, feeling his body relax against mine, I realized that this moment had been more than just a physical act. It had been a profound expression of our connection, a testament to how deeply we cared for each other. As we lay there together, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the steam, I felt a sense of peace and contentment that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

The room was steeped in a tranquil darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the nightlight that cast gentle shadows across the walls. The sound of our breathing had gradually slowed, syncing in a steady rhythm as we lay entwined under the warm embrace of the sheets. The passage of time seemed almost imperceptible, marked only by the subtle shifts of our bodies and the comforting murmur of the outside world.

Hours had passed since the raw intensity of our union, and the night had settled into a peaceful stillness. Dosie, now relaxed and at ease, lay beside me, his body occasionally shifting as he found a comfortable position. The once fervent energy had given way to a serene quiet, punctuated only by the faint rustle of the sheets and the occasional sigh.

But as the night wore on, a sudden, sharp intrusion broke the silence—

My phone chimed. Beep-beep-boop .

It was a jarring contrast to the otherwise calm atmosphere, its insistence cutting through the tranquility like a knife. Dosie stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he sought the source of the disturbance.

After a few moments of disorientation, Dosie reached for his shirt, which had been discarded in the heat of the previous passion. He slipped it on with a practiced ease, his movements a bit sluggish but determined. The ringtone continued to pierce the quiet, and Dosie, now fully awake, fumbled for the phone.

When he finally managed to locate it, he saw the caller ID and froze for a moment. The name "chaein" flashed on the screen, a stark reminder of the complex web of relationships that had brought us to this point. Dosie took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he answered the call.

“Hello?” Dosie’s voice was steady, though the faintest tremor betrayed his nerves.

On the other end of the line, chaein’s voice was a mixture of confusion and concern. “Dosie? What’s going on? Why is [reader’s name]’s phone here? And why are you answering it?”

Dosie adjusted his position, trying to mask the tension in his body. “Hey, chaein. It’s... it’s a long story. [reader’s name] and I—” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “We’ve been together tonight. Things got pretty intense.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft gasp. chaein’s voice, though muffled, carried a note of disbelief. “What do you mean? I thought... I didn’t think you two were—”

“Yeah, well,” Dosie cut her off gently, “things have changed. We’re together now. I guess you could say that we’ve claimed each other.”

The line fell silent for a moment as chaein processed this information. Dosie could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, the realization of what was happening sinking in. He shifted uncomfortably, his legs still trembling from the earlier exertion. The physical reminder of our passionate encounter was evident, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and vulnerability.

In a moment of defiant confidence, Dosie allowed his phone to tilt slightly, revealing his shaking legs to the camera. “You see this?” he asked, his voice firm. “This is from the night [reader’s name] and I shared. We’ve been through something intense and real, something that you and I no longer have.”

chaein’s response was a mix of anger and resignation. “I never meant for things to end this way. I didn’t realize...”

Dosie’s voice softened slightly, but there was an undercurrent of resolve. “Well, now you know. [reader’s name] and I have found something special, something that goes beyond what we had. I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

As the conversation continued, Dosie’s gaze drifted to where I lay asleep, a serene look on my face that spoke of the contentment we had found in each other. The room was filled with a deep, unspoken bond that had solidified over the course of the night.

In a final act of defiant assertion, Dosie struck a pose with a sense of triumph. He flashed a V-sign to the camera, a symbolic gesture of victory and affection. With a smirk, he snapped a selfie, making sure to perfectly frame my sex-drained form in the background. It was a snapshot that captured not just the physical aftermath of our encounter, but also the emotional victory of claiming each other amidst the chaos.

The picture spoke volumes—a visual testament to the profound connection that had blossomed between us, a declaration of our new reality. As Dosie ended the call and set the phone aside, he turned back to me, a satisfied smile on his face. The night had been transformative, and despite the turmoil of the past, it had brought us to a place of undeniable closeness and understanding.

I let out a long, contented sigh, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It’s been a while since I felt this good, this at peace. Being with Dosie was different—he was soft and sweet, but also had this fire in him that pulled me in deeper every time we were together. He was everything I didn’t know I needed, and I loved every part of him.

I couldn’t help but think about how much better things felt now. With Dosie, there was no tension, no walking on eggshells. He made me feel free and alive, and the best part was I didn’t have to try so hard to be happy. I ran my fingers lightly through his hair, feeling the silky strands slip through my fingers, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. He was perfect, everything Chaein wasn’t. I didn’t even feel that usual pang when I thought about her now; it was just an empty memory that no longer had the power to hurt me. Dosie was new and improved—a fresh start.

I shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without waking him. Dosie stirred, mumbling something incoherent, his lips brushing against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled him closer, feeling his warmth seep into my skin. I didn’t want to let go. He felt like everything I didn’t know I was missing—gentle, loving, and wholly mine.

As I lay there, I realized how deeply I’d fallen for him. His laughter, his softness, the way he looked at me like I was the only person that mattered—it all made me feel complete in a way I hadn’t in a long time. I trailed my hand down his back, feeling the smooth line of his spine under my touch. He made me feel safe, like I could let my guard down and just be.

My eyelids were growing heavier, and I could feel the pull of sleep starting to take over. I nuzzled closer to Dosie, inhaling his familiar scent—sweet, fresh, a mix of something uniquely him that I couldn’t get enough of. The room was dim, only the soft glow of the streetlight outside filtering through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. It was peaceful, almost surreal how perfect everything felt in that moment.

I whispered a quiet, “I love you,” knowing he probably wouldn’t hear it, but it didn’t matter. I meant it, and that was enough. Dosie shifted again, his body molding perfectly against mine, and I wrapped my arm around him, holding him close as I felt myself slipping further into the comforting embrace of sleep.

For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace, completely and utterly content as I drifted off. Dosie was here, and that was all I needed. I let my mind go blank, the last thoughts of him and how much better my world felt with him in it, echoing softly in the quiet of the room as sleep finally took me.

I was on the edge of sleep, my mind floating somewhere between dreams and reality, when I felt the mattress dip. Dosie was moving, and I blinked my eyes open just enough to see him crawling back into bed. He must have slipped out for a moment, but now he was back, and the soft, sleepy smile on his face warmed me in ways I couldn’t put into words.

He nestled in front of me, his back pressing against my chest as he pulled the covers over us. The warmth of his body felt like heaven, and I instinctively wrapped my arm around his waist, drawing him closer. I buried my face in the nape of his neck, breathing him in, feeling the steady beat of his heart in sync with mine. I could feel his plump butt against me, soft and warm, fitting perfectly against my hips, and it made me smile against his skin. Everything about this felt right.

Dosie wiggled back a little more, getting as close as he could, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, squeezing him tighter. “Comfy?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, sleepy but amused.

He hummed a quiet “Mhm,” and reached down to entwine his fingers with mine, holding my hand close against his chest. His body relaxed into me, his breathing slowing as he settled in, completely content. It was such a simple gesture, but it made my heart swell, and I pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his head.

Being wrapped around Dosie like this, his body pressed against mine, felt like the safest place in the world. I traced lazy circles on his stomach, enjoying the softness of his skin under my fingertips, and he let out a quiet, content sigh. It was a sound I could get used to, one that made everything else fade into the background.

As sleep started to pull me under again, I tightened my hold, savoring every second of having him close. Dosie was here, warm and safe in my arms, and nothing else mattered. I could feel his gentle breaths, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the steady comfort of his presence.

I buried my face deeper into his neck, letting my eyes finally close. With Dosie here, the world felt brighter, softer, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. Slowly, I drifted off, holding him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly as we both slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep, tangled up in each other’s warmth.

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Incorrect Quotes July - October 2023

Learning Spanish

First Date Ideas (prinxiety)

Ugly Monster

Where’s My Sword?

Flames Of Passion (prinxiety)

Text pic (prinxiety)

Hot In Herre

Toe Stub (prinxiety)

Rumour Mill (logince)

A Bit Busy (intruality)

Not Knot

Talk To Myself

Midnight Snack (prinxiety)

Dragons (royality)

Smoking Sad

Painting (Intrulogical)

Mermaids

Pick Up Snack (dukexiety). ART!

Addressing a Crowd

Not Awkward

Dressed To Impress (Demus)

Cute Wacky Face (Moxiety)

Who’s The Boss

Raining Men

Highlighter (analogical)

Rip Off (analogical)

We Made A Mistake

Remus’ Enemies to Lovers Pain (anxceit)

Jail Time (anxceit)

Nerdy Little Loverboy (logince)

No Cookies For You

Sticks & Stones

Pick Up Virgil (moceit)

Can’t Get Hurt

Cheer Up Threat

Shoo Naughty One (Intrulogical)

((Thomas’ Quote: Pat On The Back pun))

Bugging Thomas

Two Happy Losers

Saint Roman

Pat’s Boyfriend

Do That Guy

Star Time

Tense Coffee

Ice Cream Snake

Logince Quote Pt 1&2

Logince Pt 3

Logince Pt 4

Logince Pt 5&6 (end)

Uncrushed

Grounded

A Quickie

Good and Bad Creativity

Crossword Disappointment

Haunted House

Dating Advice (logince)

Sweet Dreams (loceit)

Bravely Ran Away (roceit)

How Do You Plead?

Put Up With Me (logicality prinxiety)

Roman’s New Job

Chicken Jokes

I Spy

State Your Gender

He or We (logince dukexiety)

Trick or Yeet

Dream Fight

Snake Bite What To Do

Ghost Spiders

Separate Paths

Boop Blep

Lost Map royality

Bath Bomb

Respect The Drip

Will To Live (analogical)

Statistically Impossible (logince)

Fortune In Your Cookie

Trombone Teacher

Box Of Cookies

Don’t Leave Us

First Rule Of Cooking

TakeOut (logince)

Guy Problems

Demon Emergency (RWR)

Cursed For Eternity (RWR)

Doing Stuff (Happy 7th Anniversary)

Gatorade Nerds

Stop?

Arrested

Party Invites (prinxiety)

Bowling For Tom

Morality of Vampires

Emergency Contact

Beauty and the Beast The Sequel

Glitter Ideas

Sneaky Hugger (logicality)

Perfection

Hallowuss

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tagged by @xamaxenta

amazing to make fun of xam's fic titles but also be incomprehensible lol (i normally just access them via links lol)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have

31-ish kinktober reqs

45 general writing reqs

5 writing trades or smth

Maracebo + exhibitionism 

Marco/ace + loving bdsm

Cobydrake + fake aphrodisiac 

Sabolucci hate fucking

boop le boop

kiss n tell

Play this my way

prince charming in your mind's eye

put on a show for me

teacher's pet

when you have teeth and claws (be prepared to bleed for it)

dragonfucking au

cobyshanks fake aphrodisiac

Acebo + giving Marco nipple piercings

silvertongue!sabo

zoro/law/luffy demon law getting dicked down, dicking down?, his boys.

below the cut is literally just copy-pasted asks lolol

im sure i have more but i confess my docs are a messs so. god knows where anything else is. also soz but i dont want to tag anyone, if u want me to tag you just pretend i did cackles

everyone in the revo wants a piece of their chief

Haunted or Not, Here I Cum - Ace's porn reality show 

Fuck the Truth + Sabo asking why Ace came to watch

Acebo + giving Marco nipple piercings

Zolu + Zoro waking up hard and cuddly luffy doesn't help

+ cat!sanji Sanji + praise + Luffy getting Sanji a collar

servant tashigi and pirate princess nami / royalty/servant + library + angry

NamTash + FWB + Nightclub + quickie sex

NaVi + needy, clingy sex + dirty talk/spanking

Marco/Shanks + dirty talk/spanking

DraSabo + Sabo regaining his memories

Zolu + post workout sex in the crow's nest

MAS + wedding night

"Owner" Ace + MarSabo who are competitive and he has to teach them to be nice

Sabo/Ace + "Beg for it"

Marco's foot kink

Sabo asking Ace to tie him up

Ace + Marco or Sabo + "Don't come until I tell you to." + Ace has been teased all day but mar/sab like seeing him fucked up

Troublemaker Ace + Marco teaching him a lesson

Sabo waking up to Koala fucking him + ""aw nice of you to join us".

Saboala + bondage/muzzle/obedience bc Sabo fucks up

kinktober day #1 I'm just gonna be the 4th person who asks for Sabo being spanked until he begs 😂 (MAS, Marco does the spanking and Ace comforts him and encourages him to beg already)

may i ask for sabo with pussy and huge tits - double penetration and overstimulation, shanks and ace having their way with him, humiliating and fucking our pretty boy till he's a crying mess? pull his nipple piercings because fun? hmmm

somno with saboala cause sabo getting ridden within an inch of his life while sleeping sounds so good. just like koala being a bit of a shit and sabo getting all red faced and squirmy in his sleep, dreaming about being buried in warmth

marshanks oral/training mmmm. A little cockwarming vibe? Shanks "training" Marco to properly service him and just keeps Marco's mouth around his dick for ages. OH and if it's an exasperated "when will you learn?" moment, maybe also a ring gag? just, mouth open, warm hole, constantly available, good birdie

katalu, belly bulge. ., stretchy boys, but how does he make luffy actually *feel* it, seastone?? haki dick??? luffy being so used to his stretchiness that he's completely caught off-guard and punched out by getting stuffed like this *~*

NAMI/CONIS CHASTITY??? i'm imagining very bad girl/good girl temptation vibes, Conis kind of desperate to give it up but Nami playing it slick and cooing about how she knows the importance of chastity to Conis, so don't worry about it, you can sit this one out while I have all the fun....

forced to beg with sabo -////- pretty please. and koala?

ZoLu, exhibitionism: Luffy just can’t stay quiet so the whole crew can hear them fucking.

Zoro is amazed that Luffy can fit all three of his sabers.(It’s most probably been done before, but I haven’t read it so far!)

ZoLu Orgasm denial and Luffy is the one being denied~ Zoro being soft and horny because Luffy is someone that not even the world can deny anything from, yet he hands over that control to Zoro freely and I just cant stop thinking bout these boys since your tweet >0<

CNC with marsab? where Marco is trying to make him submit and sabo is a mouthy brat, but Marco will have to fuck out the anger out of him. feat sabo begging to be let go and Marco won't, sabo tearing up and Marco complimenting him how pretty he looks. mm

“I think you need to be spanked.” marcosabo if u r ok with it and has inspiration <333

“I wanna fuck you hard, right up against the window.” “Damn, if I’d known how much you liked to be watched I would’ve invited them sooner.” “That’s right, put your chest against the window and spread your legs, arch your back, and beg me to fuck you.” Marco fucking Sabo and Ace walking into and joining please

“oh please continue on my lap.” or “beg for it.” (with Marco saying beg for it. embarrassed / ashamed ace?) 👌 👌 👌

sabo is spanked by marco after losing a bet 😏

but no really he has too much pride to back out and marco is all too happy to have him over his knees willingly, maybe make him bend over the table and bring out a paddle 🤤 his ass is red nd bruised and he has to wear a short skirt for the rest of the day

[creamecream]

Magnolia laughed at Angel’s joke as they walked in the door, Cherri and Penelope following close behind them.

Magnolia looked curiously at her purse as she placed it on the countertop, her phone inside had been buzzing rather consistently starting a few minutes ago. the blonde reached into her purse, only to be stopped by Husk, who put his hand over hers.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, kid.”

Magnolia looked at the man, confusion written on her face.

“Trust me,” Husk said, though he was quickly pulled away from Magnolia by Angel, who had pushed himself up under Husk’s arm so he could wrap it around himself.

“Don’t be a stick in the mud, babe!”

Angel Dust purred, rubbing a hand across Husk’s cheek before booping him on the nose, making the other man grumble. “Let the girl check her phone! go ahead Mags!” the way Husk looked at Angel made him pause though. “What?” Angel asked.

Husk leaned close and held his phone up so Angel could see, and Angel Dust put his hand in front of his mouth. “Oh fuck!” Angel piped, his eyes quickly shooting to Magnolia as she opened her phone. Angel quickly stepped over and grabbed the woman’s phone. “On second thought, why don’t we have a no internet night! just board games! how about it, Mags?”

Magnolia leveled a look at both Angel and Husk, her glare becoming harsher when she heard Penelope gasp behind her, the brunette showing Cherri something secretly on her own phone. “You know what? sure.” Magnolia said, shrugging. “Open up Life and let’s play a few games.”

Angel smiled with relief, sitting Magnolia’s phone down on the countertop, beside her purse. though he quickly snatched for it when Magnolia sidestepped him and grabbed the device. “Mags!” Angel called after Magnolia as she turned to run, only stopped by Husk catching hold of her arm.

Magnolia looked at Husk, her blue eyes determined. Husk released her arm without a word, only grabbing Angel Dust before he could do the same. Magnolia quicky dashed into her room and shut the door, locking it behind her and opening her phone, ignoring the calls of “Mags!” and “Maggie?” from her friends as she scrolled, the news on her feed as she logged into her Voxtagram account flooding her senses.

“We’re Engaged!”

The new painted the front page of Magnolia’s social medias. Charlie Morningstar, and her business partner and boyfriend, Alastor, flashing joyful smiles and showing off Charlie’s hand, which was adorned with a ruby and silver ring. they were engaged. Alastor was getting married.

Magnolia looked through the comments on the Voxtagram post on page of their up-and-coming hotel, her eyes flicking through countless comments congratulating the couple.

Magnolia’s feet hit the edge of her bed and she sat down heavily, not having even noticed she was moving. her eyes busy being clouded with tears, mascara smudging down her face.

Magnolia shakily typed a congratulatory comment of her own, wiping her eyes hastily, knowing she needed to send a comment before fans started wondering why she hadn’t responded to the news.

Magnolia May belongs to @abyssnighthawk

[the-haiku-bot]

a quickie to say

happy new years!! ⭐ they’re based on

those fireworks LED lights

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

a quickie to say happy new years!! ⭐ they're based on those fireworks LED lights

[cwritesfiction]

🥥🌸

🥥 least favourite reading genre

(I think) I've read a wide variety of books and honestly, there aren't any genres I straight-up wouldn't read. Every genre has something that would capture my attention. That being said, I'm not drawn to nonfiction that's not written in a narrative way.

🌸 wip you've been working on the longest

It's a little hard for me to judge because things haven't been linear. My two non-shelved WIPs are Under No Illusions and It's in the Cards - if we're talking chronologically, Under No Illusions is older because the first version of it was started in late 2019, but I don't know which has had more of a time investment. Let's do the math! (under a cut because oh my god, this got long)

Under No Illusions is technically "finished," but will go back to "in progress" stage if it's bought. I started a draft in late 2019, queried it in late summer of 2022, and considered it shelved in spring of 2023.

I technically wrote a first-draft outline of In the Cards earlier, but I started drafting it in fall of 2022 once most of my queries were out. I worked on it steadily until-

OOPS Under NO Illusions wasn't shelved because one of my last two dangling submissions was actually an offer.

So, I spent late summer through fall of 2023 revising that- I actually made a major change based on feedback from other rejections - booped back to In the Cards for a few weeks - and then right back to No Illusions to do one last quickie round of edits before sending a handful of subs in January 2024.

And since then, it's been all In the Cards.

Which means...I have no idea which one I've worked on longer. I lost count. (I think No Illusions???)

[monsterclowngirl]

Batty Boop: We’ll have just a quickie, you know? In, and that’s iiiittttt.

Victim: Don’t you mean ‘in and out’?

Batty Boop: I gots teeth everywhere, honey. There’s no ‘out.’

[heamatic-archive]

🎂

If we’re mutuals, send 🎂 and I’ll make you a treat! || not currently accepting

[ophie-writes]

Cuddle Headcanons

Me? Posting twice in like a day?? Woah.

I said I'd post some cuddle HCs, and here are what came to mind for J.D., Mark, and Brian! I had sm fun thinking these out!!

Warnings: nsfw mention, otherwise nothing else!

Words: 758

Jason Dean

We know this boy is HANDSY

He already had an arm around you at pretty much all times.

His abandonment issues manifest in a million different ways, but one of them is holding you tight. Even when it’s clear to you that you’re not going anywhere, there’s a part of him that thinks you’re gonna leave, so he’s holding you as snug as possible.

It’s not uncomfortable per se, but you feel safe wrapped up in his arms.

You’re gonna get a lot of hugs from behind, sometimes when you least expect them.

Which by default means J.D. is the big spoon of course. Expect plenty of neck kisses and soft words of praise mumbled in your ear while his arms are around your waist.

Once he feels more confident in the idea that you’re sticking with him long term, he’s a bit more soft around you.

Sure, he’s still as dominating as ever, and is still pulling you aside for sloppy makeouts (and quickies) wherever and whenever.

But J.D. starts feeling more comfortable being on the receiving end of cuddles.

His back facing your chest in bed, with one hand on his chest under his arm, and the other running your fingers through his hair.

J.D. has never really been much of a sleeper, but he can find some much needed rest knowing that he’s the one who’s safe in your arms.

Mark Hunter

Being on top of this boy however you can is your favorite thing to do.

Mark shares in the sentiment.

He doesn't ever have a problem with holding your weight either. every time you brought it up he'd say you were like a cuddly weighted blanket.

It doesn’t matter where you’re sitting or laying down, he’s basically your pillow.

How are you not supposed to lie on his chest when he has such soft sweaters and flannels? His worn jeans are the perfect place to rest your head when he’s broadcasting on the couch.

Once when your head was in his lap, he plopped a small pile of letters on your stomach and started reading from them. It took everything in your power not to laugh and make them topple over.

Another instance of head to lap contact was being driven back from dinner after one of Nora’s art shows. Your social battery was dead, and you all had stuck around at the diner for a couple of hours.

Nora and Janie took the front while you and Mark were in the back. You were exhausted, but found the strength to play twister with your seatbelt, and move it about so that you could lay horizontally across the back seats, head on Mark’s lap.

He took the opportunity to trace your features. Index finger running along the bridge of your nose, your jawline, and making circles around your cheeks,

Next thing you knew, you were back home, and falling asleep on his chest again.

Brian Kelly

Brian is also the kind of guy who’d kinda always wanna be touching you in some way.

He’s not possessive like J.D.

Just,,,, fidgety???

And you’re right there, so expect near constant hand holding, and things of the like.

Cuddling with Brian is unconventional as all hell, but it’s adorable.

It’s always a mess of different limbs, but you make it work.

Someone’s leg always happens to find a way over someone else’s, hands are usually locked tight, and heads are resting wherever there’s space.

There are some cuddle positions that just stick though.

Like don’t get me wrong, you two can get comfy anywhere but one of your favorite positions is lying with your head on his abdomen, the rest of your body between his legs, with one of your own legs casually draped over one of his.

You utilize this position whenever possible. Whether it’s chilling at your place watching a movie, or capping the day off at the skate park at sunset watching the others have their fun.

It also gives Brian free hands to mess with you.

Man’s hands are in your hair, holding your hands, booping your nose over and over, or cupping your face and squishing it around until you both just collapse into a pile of giggles and a tickle fight ensues.

When you’re sleeping, it's kind of an equally chaotic experience. Brian is absolutely the type to splay out on the whole bed. And you know what? Fine. So will you!

Once again, another tangled mess of arms and legs and kisses.

[trash-for-seabass]

Steve Rogers NFSW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Unbelievably protective. That’s the only way to describe Steve after sex. He likes to be big spoon but he always tangles his limbs with yours and holds you close, like a protective meat cage.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Steve Rogers is a boob man through and through. Soft, sweet, squishy and warm, what’s not to like?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Being the safe, good boy he was raised to be Steve refuses to fuck you without a condom on. That doesn’t stop him however from cumming all over your tits.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

God knows the world (or at least the country) would freak out if they found out Captain America liked fem doms. It’s been a dirty secret he’s kept very close to his chest, only 2 people know (You cause obvious reasons, and Natasha cause she’s far to observant)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He lost his virginity on the Captain America tour and then didn’t get any for 70 years.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can see your face, but Steve really really really loves it when you ride him. Being able to see the face you make when you cum and watching your tits bounce make his brain short circuit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Any time Steve’s in control he’s a goofy mess, pausing in between thrusts just to boop your nose. One time while he was fucking you doggy style he paused for a moment, leaned down to kiss your shoulder and whisper “I love you” before slapping your ass and growling “ok back to business”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Steve was always well groomed, keeping all his body hair near and trimmed, except for his time nomading, then he let the forest reclaim the land.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sure he loves to get kinky but Steve is a true romantic at heart, often fantasizing about making love to you in a wood cabin in front of a fire place while snow falls outside

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Because of the serum Steve needs to climax at least once a day or it becomes painful. Once is the bare minimum though, he usually cums 3 or 4 times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Steve Rogers has many kinks but his biggest is being blindfolded and doing temperature play. Feeling hot wax harden and ice cubes melt over his skin drives him crazy in the best way.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He really likes romantic settings. Candlelit rooms, soft silky sheets, and sweet romantic music are his jam.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything gets Steve going, You could simply breath and Steve would have a boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't really like feet, He loves to give you foot rubs but its just not really a turn on for him (Probably because he came across some....Freaky stuff while he was exploring the internet)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Does getting his dick sucked feel good? Obviously but Steve would live in your pussy if he could. He loves seeing your pussy dripping and swollen from his beard burn (One time he literally tied you to his face cause you wouldn't stop asking if he could breath)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally it depends on the time of day. He’s a sweet gentle lover in the morning but like some kind of sex wearwolf, the moment the sun goes down and the moon comes up he’s like a rabid horny animal

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Steve Rogers is a king when it comes to quickes, for you at least. His typical morning routine is wake up, eat you out, brush teeth, make breakfast, go on his run.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Steve discovered he loves pressing you up against a window, fucking you while he whispers about how pretty you are and how he wants all of New York to see his best girl.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

Steve could go for literal days if he wanted. However once he cums once his poor cock gets so sensitive that it’s easy to make him cum over and over

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own a lot, Steve likes to rely on his own strength but he does still own a few lengths of rope and some vibranium cuffs. However he does own one toy, a vibrating vibranium cock ring (He’s pretty sure Shuri is still scarred for life but he’s still glad you asked her to make it)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Steve doesn't tease, You tease. “Accidentally” grinding against him in the kitchen, making sure he gets an eyeful of your cleavage during training, sending him dirty texts while he’s away on missions. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a quiet groaner.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Steve has a mommy kink. He is never going to admit it out loud but he always finds himself biting back the phrase “thank you mommy” whenever you make him cum. It’s only a matter of time before he actually says it out loud. (Hey look I wrote a fic about this here)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

(??????? Still confused ???????)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Steve pretty much constantly has a boner around you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When he’s dom Steve instincts to take care of you override his need for sleep however when your dom hes out like a light almost immediately.

[mrsbsmooth]

i can see you have done some stuff for bobby in the writers room but why havent you ever written something long for him like you did for bruno and ciran? especially cause its your whole blog name you should do it! I would love to read it soooo much

BECAUSE I AM AFRAID BABY ❤️

I started writing for Bruno because at the time, it was the only Bruno fic that existed outside of a few 300-word oneshots. I wanted to read one, so I wrote one. And it went nuts.

I started writing for Ciaran based on a prompt, and because I adore writing shy, flustered men. But also because I knew there weren’t many fics of him. And I love to help.

It is so intimidating to come into a fandom late like I did (only started playing in Feb 2022). I look at the Bobby tag on AO3 (our fic recs for him are here by the way) and I am terrified by the quality of works in that tag. Like, holy shit. The villa fics. The AUs. The people in that tag are like celebrities to me. Like seriously. Christy_sparkle. Daisybarks. Longbobmckenzie. Ariendiel. I-boop-you. Becangle. Crimswnred. ThatWheelchairChick. Throughthejunobush. Margotmuses. A stupid amount of others whose handles I can’t think of right now.

They’re actually celebrities to me. I can’t believe I call them mates now. They’re all so stupidly talented. And they’ve all written for Bobby.

What could I possibly say about Bobby’s eyes that hasn’t been said before? How do I write a smut scene that feels new and exciting? How do I write about his freckles in a way that doesn’t make me feel like I’m plagiarising?

I would love to write for Bobby. I really would. I adore him as a character, I think he’s one of the most interesting characters I’ve read in years. His background. His personality. But others have done it far better than I ever could. So until I come up with something truly phenomenal, something really unique and new to the character… I don’t see it happening.

If you want to see a quickie, asks are always open at @litgwritersroom.

But if you have an idea for a longfic you desperately want someone to write, hit me up with it directly and I’ll consider it.

[hummingbird-hunter]

Wow, dear, that's an awfully personal question, don't you think? :•D

[Hunter moves their hands around widely while talking, and then, softly but quicky, boops Hatt's nose]

But yes, I suppose the little me has told you about that. They might not have a full grasp on lying yet.

So, yes. Voila! C'est moi!

[Hunter does another, even more elaborate and theatrical bow]

rp cont.

[As you fall deeper and deeper into the water, you find it hard to stay conscious. You drift off, knowing you should do something to save yourself; but the water reeks of magic that binds you, renders you unable to swim upward — not that you even want to, the water is so nice, if you would just let go and fall asleep —

— something yanks you, so rudely pulling you up and out of the lovely waters, and you almost want to fight it to go back to the alluring deep — but you're still tired and unable to move, so you let yourself be dragged away. There's a moment where you're blinded by the sun, crudely thrown onto the sand, and you see a familiar shape — four familiar shapes, albeit blurry. You black out]

[You come to, drenched and coughing water, on a sandy bank. Couple meters away from you @greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat lay still unconscious. In the other direction, Lachlan lies on a flat rock, breathing deeply; open-eyed but not awake. Hunter — the hunter you know — stays near them, with an expression you can't quite decipher, and magically weaves the water from Lachlan's attire, slowly and carefully, as to not damage it]

[A bit further away, where there is a grassy patch near the lake, Horsey is calmly grazing]

[fallow tries to speak, but gags and ends up expelling an implausible amount of water before regaining some semblance of a voice.]

hunter!! hey, you're here! i- one second. [ae picks up hatt with notably more arms than hunter has seen before and holds her upside down, trying to make sure she's not full of water too.] where *kaffh* where've ya been??

[angrelysimpping]

ok but darryl and wren being friends is something i absolutely can see. their friendship would be really cool

also. that made me think about poly wren x reader x darryl 👀

I...I too was thinking about poly Wren x Reader x Darryl 👉👈

Just....

Wren swinging by the club when you're both working, keeping you company while you tend the bar and occasionally stealing kisses. Sometimes slipping their hands up your shirt or down your pants to tease you. Sneaks into Darryl's office. Will actually steal Darryl's glasses. Darryl catches onto what Wren's doing after maybe the sixth or seventh time, but they still agree to give Wren a kiss if they help look for their glasses.

You and Wren both dancing. Darryl hiding their face in their hands 'cause Wren keeps making it abundantly clear who they're dancing for.

Both are incredibly cuddly. It takes a while for Darryl to get comfortable with physical touch but the moment they are, they always want to give and receive hugs and head pats and boops on the nose. Wren getting flustered the first time Darryl asks if they can play with Wren's hair. Walking into Darryl's office to chill while the club closes down only to find a blushing Darryl, pinned in their office chair by Wren because Wren fell asleep while Darryl played with their hair and Darryl didn't want to wake them.

Walking to Darryl's apartment together, Wrens arm around your shoulders and holding Darryl's hand.

Darryl being open to physical touch from both of you means cuddle piles. They get a bigger bed to make sure you're all comfortable together but then you'll wake up squished between Wren and Darryl. Blankets are not needed as much in the winter because neither of them are moving away, even if they get over heated. If you want space, Wren becomes the middle. Darryl doesn't like being in the middle =<

Darryl insists on making breakfast. Every morning. "Morning." Darryl usually wake up later in the day. But they insist! Darryl very much views giving food as a form of love.

Wren walks you to school when Darryl can't for one reason or another. If Leighton get's involved, Wren is quick to make it known not to fuck with either of you. Wren may or may not break into Leighton's office to give them a 'surprise.'

The utter chaos that is group dates.

So much aftercare. Always. Wren is shit at it but will try so hard for you two. Darryl is the best, but sometimes they're too out of it to preform aftercare. Naps and cuddling are common, with whoever wakes up, or gets the energy to get up, first bringing food, water, and maybe some baby wipes back to bed for the others.

Of course, as with any poly relationship, there's a lot of talking. Especially about sex. Darryl has hard limits and Wren likes to push boundaries. Wren wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt Darryl, but Wren doesn't always think things through.

Uuuuh... some nsft stuff under cut...

Darryl walking into their apartment to find you squirming in Wren's lap on the sofa, Wren beckoning them to join.

You and Wren teaming up to overwhelm Darryl with pleasure. Just completely make their brain melt, praising them, making sure they know they're safe and loved.

You and Darryl surprising Wren. Waiting for the smuggler in Darryl's bed, tugging them in and pinning them down. Wren becoming an absolute mess as the you both tease them.

Of course, there are times when your lovers decide to focus all their attentions on you. Wren's light teasing and rough nature makes for a heady combination when paired with Darryl's gentle touch and near worshipping praise.

Wren sometimes will pull you into Darryl's office at the club for a quickie. It's not often, Darryl is always a little uneasy with public sex. But they admit, it's nice to watch you and Wren play. Especially with how you each give them a kiss and tell they they're free to join in if they want.