#He’s like Sub Verse leaning into bottom…?

[plistommy]

pov: you just told them steve doesn’t bottom

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Genuinely cannot fathom the idea of thinking Daniel LaRusso wouldnt eat pussy???

[dreamertf]

Role Reverse

/muscle drain, muscle growth, straight to gay, dom to sub, sub to dom, masculinization

/Was on metabods and was inspired by this story

Jack and his roommate Cas weren't on great terms. Jack had moved in a few months ago, finding Cas through a listing on craigslist-- only the listing didnt mention that Cas was a complete bigot. Since the first day of moving in, Jack had been tormented by the tall jock. Cas egging him on for being trans and gay. The daily berating was getting annoying, and Jack wanted to move out but the lease wouldnt be over for a few more months.

As he was doomscrolling tiktok he got an ad for some sort of new social media app called Facets that seemed targeted at gay people.

Facets; each lens creating a new reality

He stared at the app as it downloaded, going through the preview pictures. The way the screenshots were presented made it look like there was some built-in ai photomanipulation that changes your pictures based on your tags. It made sense. Everyone was insanely attractive on the preview photos, inhumanely so.

Creating his account he had to input his information, it felt like a dating app.

Jack Engoff

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 210

Body type: Chub

Position: Verse

Gender: Trans Masc

Scrolling through the app, it was just like scrolling through the previews. Everyone was insanely hot.

Jack decided to get back at Cas a little, have a little fun. He knew that the jock fell asleep in the living room last night after getting home drunk, so he had complete access to him.

Sneaking quietly he stood in front of the behomoth on the couch, his breathing deep and heavy as his pecs rose and fell rhythmically. His thick muscular legs spread, revealing his huge member.

Jack hated how hot he was, he looked like all the other guys on the app.

He took a picture as he thought about what tags to put.

#bottom #skinny #powerbottom #twink #short #sub #femboy #wanttobedominated #thirstybussy

As he pressed post, the loading screen glitched out. Suddenly, a picture of a cute twink appeared. Short 5'5" lean frame with a bubble butt. His waist is small, and his face brimming with feminine masculinity. His previously spread legs were closed as his small dainty hands covered his crotch, his huge ass pointing up- his face down in the couch. He was practically swimming in his clothes, even though they had shrunk to accommodate his new body.

Jack loved seeing his tormenter brought down a few pegs, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on.

---

He looked up in shock as the small twink in the photo manifested in front of him. His breathing wasn't heavy anymore, slight movement to his narrow shoulders as he slept peacefully.

Suddenly he heard slight muttering and moans come from cas.

"Oh Jackie.... im so tight.. please you're ripping me apart!" He moaned, his voice high pitched and sensual.

Jack was immediately turned on, he didnt know what to do.

If this app was able to do this, what could he do to himself?

He took a selfie as he formulated the perfect tags.

#powertop #dom #cisman #himbo #jock #bodybuilder #hugefeet #giant #hugeverywhere #model #abs #jawline #irresistible

He hit post as he ran to the bathroom to see his changes.

His patters became thuds as his feet grew out to size 15s.

He felt his bottom growth lengthen as it turned into a fully functioning penis, becoming thicker as his balls dropped-- becoming huge and juicy. His top surgery scars disappeared as he lost all his fat, his muscles defining themselves, becoming that of a god.

His broad shoulders pushed themselves out as his shirt completely disappeared, leaving his huge juicy tits in the cold air. His torso elongating as his abs popped into existence. He smiled as his adams apple dropped and became more prominent.

He flexed in the mirror, smiling as his face became extremely symmetrical and handsome. His curly hair grew out a tiny bit on top, giving him a lusty edge.

"Jackkkkkk is that you? Whats happening i feel so weak..."

He heard a voice come from behind him, standing in the doorway was Cas, dazed and confused.

Inside Cas was screaming, was he that hungover? Why was jack so much bigger than him.

"Hey baby" Jack said in his deep voice, as he spoke Cas immediately got hard-- his small two inch dick parely tenting his shorts.

Jack picked Cas up easily, kissing him as he brought the shorter man into the bedroom.

"I heard you muttering in your sleep, if you wanted me that bad why didnt you say?"

Cas blushed. It was undeniable how hot Jack was, but he wasn't gay! Cas leaned back in bed as the giant 6 foot 8 giant stood before him.

Seeing him in such a compromising position made jack's huge member immediately come to attention.

As he pulled down his sweats it flopped out, leaking warm goey thick pre as his giant foot long soda can wide dick ached for Cas.

Cas gasped, leaning forward as he felt an irresitable urge to worship Jack's body. Licking up the pre with his tongue as jack grabbed him by the hair.

"Good boy, keep licking and maybe ill fuck you."

[valentine-cafe]

Happy 1 year anniversary! I'm so happy to have been able to witness this blog continue to grow. Keep up the good work!

As for my order, can I get an affogato please?

Inexperienced!reader seeing Vespasiano at a bar and deciding to shoot his shot only to be a nervous wreck the entire time while trying to flirt with him. Vespasiano finding all this adorable and taking him home and teaching reader how to fuck him properly! (with reader just immediately cumming the second he's able to stick his dick into Vesp) 👏

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire lieutenant dilf  x inexperienced top sub male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . there you go. fuck look at you, doing so good !! 🍒 :  vampiric ˖ lieutenant ˖ dilf character﹙ verse 781 vespsiano. ﹚

you've always wondered what it would be like inside of him, you didn't think he'd be the one to teach you how to fuck him. | cw: blowjob, handjob, anal, inexperienced male reader, lots of humping <3

𖹭. ps : thank you so much !! we hope this is to your liking!

“Yeah?”

Heat warms your face with the low rumble to your ear. When did his hand get on your thigh? The calloused thumb strokes along your skin spark your head into dizzy episodes. It’s the alcohol, you convince yourself. But something tells you the golden hue of bourbon isn’t what you’re drowning in — but emerald eyes lightly creased at the corners.

“Well I . . .” you hope that the throat clear helps. “You know y-you’re. . . one to talk - with that - uhm -” seems not.

Vespasiano, that’s his name. The patron you’d heard all the bartenders giggling about time and time again. He came in, ordered his old fashion or neat whiskey, sat for a bit. Smoked his cigarette, then left. You’d seen him a few times. Today you summoned all your non-existing confidence to shoot your short.

It’s going as well as a virgin with a hooker.

Or is it? His chuckle shoots the heat on your face to your crotch. The stir against your pants spins your head further. When did your pants get so tight?

Tight. You wonder how tight he is. But could you even manage fucking him? He didn’t look like the switch type — let alone the switch. The thrum of your dick against black fabric begged for such. A chance, just one chance.

Your nerves, however, tell another story. “I uh - j-just . . . forget I - said - a-anything haha -” the choppy laugh interrupts halfway. The floor creaks with skidded wood and the hand on your thigh doubles over to the other. The bar counter welcomes your back. As though to wingman you for the towering shadow he casts over you. That grin on his lips that makes you want to buck against him here and now.

Damn everyone else. If you could have him over this counter here and now. . .

The trail of a finger down your throat sends your thoughts derailed. All you can do is gulp. Flit your eyes up to his amused ones that peer at the bobbing of your Adam’s apple. “Don’t chicken out on me now. Don’t think your pants down there would appreciate’t.”

You needn’t glance down. Your tent strains proudly against his inner thigh. The warmth hitches your breath. By some grace, you manage to breathe out a final - “But - aren’t you still drinking?”

Save your poor heart. It wasn’t ready for him to lean over with gazes locked and hand steady. Snatch his glass and gulp the bitter liquid down like honey. Eyes on yours the entire time. Shadowed by dark strands drooped over.

Thud to the wood. The feel of his strong arm round your waist is deadly. So is his whisper. Those small fangs that peek through his grin.

“Now ‘m not.”

—

He’s not a bottom, not a switch either. And yet here is. On his back, shirt gone, pants discarded. To say you were surprised at his understanding was an understatement.

“Thaat’s it. . . keep going,” he groans with his cock finding home in your hand. The perfect sleeve as it pumps slowly, shakily down his length. His face might send you into a spur right now. Blissed out. You’d splatter immediately. But for the life of you, your gaze refuses to release his dick.

To say he’s big is an insult. You’re lucky it’s just his ass you’ll have today. The veiny flesh and twitches with suds of precum salivates your mouth. It takes every fibre to not dive down and choke on his dick all over again. His shaky groans aren’t making it any easier.

“Haven’t done this before either.” He’s so assuring. The large hand strokes along your face and his blissful smile almost has you humping on his leg. Desperate much?

“Been on receivin’, I mean - fuck.”

His words had some magic because your hand acted on fuel. Pumping along steadily to the thrum of his pulses. The rolls of his hips.

Next you catch his wet hole. Your throbbing borders painful as much as pleasurable. To sate the desire you swoop down and kiss around his thick tip. Shudder into his slit and stroke beneath his cockhead. His taste perfectly compliments the bitterness of alcohol. You’d get drunk on him any day.

But a hand to your hair snaps you from your swirl of need. With a gruff - “you gonna keep suckin’ me dry or?” oh, there’s that devilish chuckle again. Your insides flare in competition with your face that he grinds up into shamelessly. “Or are you gonna fuck me, pretty boy? ‘m waiting.”

Your kisses rain down on his muscular highs like apologies crossed with whines. “Nervous. . . I wanna make you feel good.” There you go humping mindlessly into the mattress again. Imagine his hips instead of the scratch of linen.

A warm, tender hand to the back of your neck leads you home to his lips. They overtake yours in a fire, a passion. One that surely is meant to pull more of your pathetic noises out. So you attempt to win back your pride by shoving your hands to his shoulders and forcing him back down.

“That’s it.” If you thought his groan made you dizzy then the squeeze of his hand around your dick as he reached forward crumbled you entirely. Like hot candle wax, you fall onto him with a melt and buck into his thigh.

The slick of previous lube steals your breath. So you return the favour with lathered kisses into his mouth. An exchange of tongue and teeth. All while he guides you steadily.

Excitement shoots through you at the feel of his rim. Straight from your tip and through your dick. Your hands brace on his sides and his squeeze at your hips. The kiss parts again. Strings of saliva the last evidence. Your hips buck. Your gut pleads for you to just push in. But a quick reminder of his own inexperience in this field steers your muscles to a halt.

Inexperienced? You’d never consider him such.

Not with the way he touches you. Certainly not with his words laced with teasing lilts He’d be the death of you. And you would so readily let him bury you. Just how you wish to bury within those warm walls.

“Now. . . easy does it.” He mumbles against kisses to your neck. Small assurances that swell and squeeze your heart. Your body moves on automation. Muscles robotically dancing to his rhythm as your tip glides along his hole. You’re so busy bothering your lower lip with your teeth that you fail to notice him doing the same. “Just. . . there. . . there - hah -”

Surely, this is a trap. The tightness of his heat encasing your cock inch - by agonising inch - is a sabotage in every degree of the word. One for your heart that leaps straight into your throat. You bob it down with gulps of saliva and swallowed gasps. It’d be too humiliating to -

“Let it out. . .”

“F-Fuck . . .”

It’s such a pathetic noise really. In comparison to his deep, rumbled groans and grunts — you feel like a whimpering kitten. How can you be anything but when he’s thrumming around your cock like that? When his heat makes you so dizzy that you have to droop your head to his scarred chest and press kisses all over his skin?

There’s no stopping your hips as they chase pleasure. Bucks meet his thighs and your hands flex around his sides. Searching for a leverage, a comfort, to cling to while he consumes your body whole. For a moment - you forget that you are the one inside of him.

“S-So good -”

“Yeah?”

The ragged breath finally steals your attention. The sight of him beneath you is enough to snap several chords in your tummy. With emerald eyes peered through fluttery half-lids. His brows itch to crease at the centre. There’s no missing the subtle flex of his fingers in the dark sheets. And that light blush scattered across his face? He’s the sight of heaven, splayed out on a bed of all things for crying out loud.

Every fibre in your body begs for you not to be a hero. His heat is not something you can manage. Stubbornly, still, you persist and press in further. Feel the tightness in your gut. The swell in your chest.

It happened so fast. White blinds your vision and takes over your movements. You’re needily bucking into his lube-slathered heat with tiny, pitiful humps. Lips parted, eyes fluttered. The shudder that tears through your body shoves you down onto him again and you moan out against his collarbone.

Heat fizzles into realisation. But before you can so much as apologise, that tender feeling finds the small of your back once more. You feel his smile against your temple; and his hips rolling into yours as though you didn’t just bust already.

“That good huh?” The snicker makes you flush. For the life of you, you cannot bother with embarrassment or pleasantries. All you can do is stutter your cock forward in shallow, aimless thrusst.

“A-Ah - ah - m-m sorry. . . mngh. . . just mngh - s’good.”

“Keep going. Steady. Make a - a - ah - a rhythm.”

Large palms flatten on your thighs. Then squeeze. Vespasiano steers your hips forward until you catch the hang of it. His lips motivate you with showers all over your neck and shoulders. You return it tenfold with bites and marks littered across his throat and chest.

Pleasure swells through your head. Strikes down your spine. The air leaves you in bouts you can barely keep up with. Not that you care. Not that it matters. Who needs air when pleasure flies you to cloud nine?

“D-Does - does it feel - feel good?” Your eyes search his scrunched up face for an answer. Your impatience drops a hand to his cock, and you messily stroke along the trails of wetness leaked from his pulsating tip. An action he clearly was not anticipating with the way his back arched and moans tumbled forth.

Not groans. Not grunts. Moans. You really are in heaven. To have a man of his experience, his age, his occupation and stature. Moan for you.

Your thrusts catch wind of the small ego boost. Fueled with pride you angle, like he’s taught you, and buck ferally into different spots. Searching for that one - just that one -

“A-Ah fuck-!”

There.

“Answer me. . . Please,” the whine borders all sorts of needy and pathetic. Your lips are wet on his throat as you suckle down on his adam’s apple and press your skin together. Consume his heat for your own. “T-Tell me you feel good. That I’m - making - hngh.”

“Feels - good.” he groans. You don’t expect the hand that claps down on your thigh. Only the grin that he shoots up at you.

“But go faster. Yeah - ngh - th-thas’ ittt. . .”

What more can you do but drive yourself to madness with your messy thrusts? You’ll keep humping away at his tight hole. Shower him in kisses, bites, gropes - what have you. Sure you might cum more times as you. But as long as you both get your fill — who cares about inexperience?

Just gives him more time to teach more. More time for you to fuck him.

[sleepingdeath-light]

laios touden + cat boy s/o smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; shadowsalone / pj simp anon (08/07/24)

fandom(s) ; dungeon meshi

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; laios touden

outline ; “dungeon meshi eh...?

General dating hcs and smut for Laios and perhaps a catboy!reader? 👀”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant-leaning verse!laios touden, biting kink, marking kink, hand jobs, deep throating, public and semi-public sex acts, dirty talk

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

laios is a switch with a barely noticeable dominant lean, but generally speaking he’s happy to take on whatever role you want him to — i.e. if you want him to dominate you then he’ll use his size and strength to hold you in place as he fucks you stupid and showers you in just enough praise to remind you that he’s in love with you, and if you want to dominate him then he’ll lay back and let you do whatever you want to him with a trusting smile and an unwavering desire to make you feel good however he’s able

(how sweet!)

he’s also pretty damn versatile and is always happy to experiment with new positions with you… that being said he does have his favourites. when he’s topping he prefers to have you in full nelson, doggy, or mating press. and when he’s bottoming he enjoys riding you or fucking in missionary.

his marking kink isn’t the most conventional in that he finds the marks you leave on him to be extremely interesting and will spend hours staring at them in the mirror and recreating them in his notebook if left to his own devices. the scratches on his back and shoulders, the bite marks on his thighs and stomach and neck, the hickeys smattered all over his body — all of them are reminders of your more animalistic side and, naturally, he really fucking loves them and wants to preserve them as best he reasonably can

laios loves it when you bite him — especially if you bite him on the softer parts of his body like his stomach, chest, or ass — and lets out the lowest groans and moans when you do so

he’s incredibly curious about your biology and, more specifically, how your beast-like traits impact your sexual sensitivity. this means that he’s incredibly touchy during foreplay and sex, barely able to keep his hands in one place for more than a few moments at a time as he alternates between touching your ears and your tail with different rhythms, pressure, and so on just to try and figure out what feels best for you — though sometimes he can get very carried away which, depending on your preferences, can lead to you either getting sent spiralling into a very pleasant and fuzzy sort of sub-space or can lead to you becoming a bit too overstimulated for comfort and unable to focus on what’s actually going on

always tries to take you as far back into his throat as he can when he goes down on you, which means that over the course of your relationship he’s able to basically train out his own gag reflex — he’s nothing if not determined, after all

has no qualms about being sexually intimate in public or semi-public settings (as long as you’re not, say, sucking his cock or giving him a hand job right in front of any of the party members), but beware that laios has a terrible poker face and the second anyone looks at you they’ll pick up on exactly what you’re doing… so… yeah… engage at your own risk

(or just ask him to pleasure you instead and return the favour when you’re able to slip away to somewhere more private)

he talks a lot during sex, like you will not be able to get him to shut up unless you gag him with something, and a lot of what he says is dirty without him intending for it to come across that way — like very straightforward comments about how different your cock feels to a normal tallman and how much he enjoys it, or about how he can tell when you’re close because you start doing that thing with your face followed by him reaching down to jerk you off to completion, or other similarly blunt statements like that — but at least he’s gotten past the stage of stopping (sometimes even mid-thrust) to grab his notebook and write down something new he’s noticed about you… small wins

(though he does still, very occasionally, stop during sex to ask you whatever question just popped into his head — which can, and has, led to some objectively hilarious if somewhat frustrating situations in the past but you wouldn’t trade them or him for the world)

laios loves looking at you, so the best way to tease him is to tie him up and touch yourself while he watches — it’s the most beautiful form of torture he’ll ever experience and he’ll love every second of it

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us ― sexual preferences ➪ my personal head canon of everyone's sexual preferences in this specific au (aka the head canon no one asked for) bangchan: the truest switch!verse to ever exist. he's always about the other person. their pleasure > his pleasure. seungmin's had a bad day and wants to take it out on chan? he's down. you want him to manhandle you? he'd love to. minho: dom leaning switch with a top preference. will bottom or sub in the right headspace. usually when he's stressed out and just wants to be taken care of on the rare occasion. also a brat tamer (which I find funny because he himself is a brat)

changbin: a switch with a top preference. he doesn't care about dom/sub headspace much but he doesn't typically like bottoming (with the exception of minho + seungmin)

hyunjin: another switch!verse but he mostly bottoms tbh. a total brat (but we all knew that right?)

jisung: the only true sub in their group (besides yn, who is the only one who can get jisung to dom - mostly a soft dom). but he is a verse, he doesn't mind topping or bottoming.

felix: alright, alright. HEAR ME OUT. dom!verse felix. who can top or bottom but gets off on being able to reducing his soulmates to puddles with his deep commanding voice no matter what. we love a good power bottom. there's just something about the fact that felix can wear the cutest skirt and be able to top his soulmates. he doesn't mind subbing though (mostly for minho + seungmin)

seungmin: a STRICT dom!top with the ONLY exception of minho who is the only one who can fuck him into submission.

jeongin: another switch!verse because he does love being taken care of and pampered BUT ALSO being able to dominate his hyungs. really just depends on what kind of mood he's in.

yn: I know it's typical to make the reader a sub!bottom, but I have a good reason OK. yn all her life has had to defend herself, be strong and in control even when she didn't want to. so when it comes to the bedroom, she likes being able to relinquish that control and let them take the lead. though on the rare occasion she enjoys being able to reduce them to whiny boys who beg.

[14dayswithyou]

[12 May 2022] Is Ren a Top or a Bottom? And would he be okay with being a Sub for a Dom!MC? 👀

Ren is the biggest verse/switch you'll ever meet 😳 His Haruko/"Ren" persona leans more into the submissive side, whereas his real self is more on the dominant side — so you'd be getting the best of both worlds lmao. He'd also be more than happy to be a sub for a dom!MC, since he treats your words like gospel and finds it kind of hot when you tell him what to do

[ftmfuntime]

About me and boundaries:

30, he/they ftm, 1.5yrs on t, 5 months post top surgery, pansexual and poly, we do things seperately but are aware of eachother doing things.

This is a side blog for spicy fun times and connecting with other queer people. Main blog i like and follow from is @/ti*********ws

Approx of what i look like cause picrews are cute.

Open to random pics/light flirting, do not expect play. See below for boundaries.

Green light

Body terms: pussy, cunt, wet, hard, hole, dick, cock. Mostly anything except tits. Slowly recovering sensation from top surgery.

Degradation/praise, love giving and receiving. names i like: baby, sweetie (condescending), my *any petname*, angel, darling, kiddo, son, little one, big bro, pet, pup/py, mutt, fag/got, very little in the way of limits with degredation.

Bd/sm dynamics, bottom/sub leaning verse/switch.

Pet play, puppy boy.

Fauxcest, dad x son and older brother x younger brother. Kiddo, son, little one, big bro. Daddy tag belongs to @yetanothermutt 💜 Little bro tag belongs to @bestsonever 💜

Edging, denial, and orgasm control. Like getting told when I'm allowed to cum. See how much I edge, just started keeping track 💜

Pics/lewds/vids/audio, I am pansexual so I am not picky, I'm just excited to be here. I do prefer other trans people, but I'm not gonna turn my nose up at getting cis queer people in my inbox.

Threats and cnc messages welcome, including breeding (it is purely through a k!nk perspective, not wishing anything upon myself or anyone else in a real sense)

Intox (weed, im a lightweight though), and somno (still exploring this one).

Eh, yellow light, I'm neutral on these

Force masc, but only if it's in a gender affirming way.

Casual play: i am at capacity with kink rn and have dedicated play partners. Do not expect casual play in my dms for the most part.

Cis straight folks, if you're gonna interact, figure out how to talk to trans people first. This is not an education page, I will not teach you how here.

Hard no, red light, don't try

Minors, you don't belong here. If I don't see an age in bio or pinned, instant block. If you've made it to this point, block me. NOW.

Those with age restrictions can block me if they don't want me around. I know I'm older in the community, if that weirds you out block me. I try to pay attention if a blog doesn't want XX+ interacting, but I don't always catch it. We're all adults here.

No detrans, or fake boy content

No scat/watersports, no vomit, no feeder/ed, no sh, no blood play (fine with risk aware acts, just not a fan of bleeding for those reasons).

My current tags: #funtimeanswers for asks, #funtimespeaks for og posts, #funtimesdaddy for my daddy 🥰, #funtimeslittlebro for my little bro 🕷

If I've left anything else out that you're curious about, you can always send an ask and I can update this post. BDSM test results below. Everything else is welcome to my DMs. 💜💜💜

[blradley]

A powerpoint introduction to Liesmyth!

(I swear the next one will actually be in Comic Sans... shout out to @incandescent-creativity for popularizing this medium!)

Anyway...

Do you wanna read a dark, Norse-inspired Adult Fantasy?

Do you wanna read about queer gods causing mayhem?

(literally every single character is queer lmaooooo)

Do you wanna support a queer, multiply disabled author?

Look no further than Liesmyth! We're out on subs at the moment - so, pretty-please reblog this powerpoint if you like the concept! Let's prove to all those prospective publishers that there's an audience for my book!

Image IDs:

All eleven images are power point slides.

Image 1: Title card reading 'Liesmyth: or, how Sigyn ruined everything, by B. L. Radley'. The words are displayed over a person in (...vaguely) Viking-era garb, against a green background. Only a slice of their torso is visible.

Image 2: A picture of an ash tree against a green, cool, mountainous scene. In a yellow text box, words read: Welcome to a world inspired by Norse mythology, where witches can climb through the cosmos using the boughs of an ancient ash tree, and any magic is possible, so long as it is cast with a suitable sacrifice. Yes, it’s basically a Viking Isekai. Shoot me. Then, a quote in italics: I know an ash tree named Yggdrasil, Nine realms cradled in its loamy arms… Prophecy of the Voluspa, verse 19

Image 3: Meet the characters! An image shows a white woman in Viking-era dress, leaning against a fence, looking pensieve. She is introduced as Sigyn Narisdottir. Her quote is: “It’s a God-eat-God world out there…” Below this, there is a description of Sigyn, reading: Just a nice, normal Christian woman from a nice, normal Christian village. (Totally not a gay witch, haha no, why would you suggest such a thing.) After her father is killed by his own God, Þórr, Sigyn has only one chance to free his trapped ghost from eternal torment. She must confront Þórr and slay him in combat. But how can a mortal defeat a God? Traits are bullet pointed at the bottom of the page. Hers are: Ruthless, ambitious, cunning, and desperate.

Image 4: The next character description is of Loki. His quote is “Monsters lost their menace when they huddled crying in the corner. And when you might use them for your own ends.” His image shows a clean-shaven half-naked man sat against a scandinavian-esque backdrop of rugged rocks and dried grass. He is white, with curly red hair, and is looking curiously off to one side. His description reads: The savior of the Gods, or their bane? A framed innocent, or a prophesized murderer? A victim, or a monster? Loki is a man of juxtaposed polarities, not least of which being that he isn’t a man at all. At least, not when it doesn’t suit him. Sigyn knows he’s dangerous. But in the viper nest of Ásgarð’s royal court, he might be her only ally… or her downfall. His traits are: Sly, wily, and 'not to be trusted'.

Image 5: The two characters introduced on this slide are Freyja and Thor. Freyja's image is of an Arab woman staring directly at the camera, expression serene, curly hair falling around her face. Her quote is: “Goddess of beauty. Goddess of desire. All who saw Freyja fell a little in love—but though silken longing stirred in my belly, I wrung it dead, reminding myself that Freyja was a goddess of bloodshed, too.” Her description reads: Queen of the Vanir, Freyja is an ancient and powerful goddess who takes Sigyn as her indentured servant. Her traits are: Proud, cold, and vicious. On the opposite side of the page, Thor's image shows a white, bearded man in an iron helmet glaring into the camera, viking sigils scrawled across his face in charcoal. He is shadowy and menacing. His quote is: “I saw a rainbow flash over a church. I saw a broken sky. I saw the end of everything.” His description is: Eldest prince of the Æsir. Murderer of Sigyn’s father, and countless more beside. The living embodiment of berserker rage, he is the strongest god around – and next to inherit Ásgarð’s throne. Unless Sigyn can stop him. His traits are: Violent, mighty, and 'a storm made flesh'

Image 6: introduces Angrboda and Baldr. Angrboda's image shows a white woman with blonde braids, wearing chain mail and warpaint (black streaks over her face), with a huge axe over one shoulder. Her quote is: “ ‘Sigyn, meet Angrboða: witch of the Ironwoods, god of a lost nation, relic of an elder age, master of magics that not even my darling brother dares dabble in, cosmopolitan worldwalker, mother and father of my children, and—if I might say so—a practitioner of truly superlative strap-game.’ ” Baldr's image is of Assad Zaman, looking wistfully, beautifully, into the camera. His quote is: “Out strode the most beautiful man in all the Nine Worlds. His gentle smile, his topaz eyes, his black curls, the fawn velvet of his cheeks… Oh, warmth radiated from him. I looked at him and felt, for the first time in oh-so-very-long, safe.”

Image 7: introduces Saga and Menglod. Saga's image shows a Black woman in darkness, with facial tattoos and a nose ring. She raises her eyes to the camera, pulling back a dark hood, her expression difficult to read. Her quote is: “In another version of this tale, I stayed with Sága. We travelled to Ljósálfheim every winter—one for every six of Vanaheim’s years—and raised foundlings as our own (for ever were the elvish freer with their loves than those of my world). But in this tale, we reached Freyja’s palace, and I had a dream.” Her description is: Prophet, witch, worldwalker. The woman Sigyn left behind. Menglod's image shows a Black woman smiling slightly, slyly, as she looks back over her shoulder, her natural hair framing her face. Her quote is: “If I tended the hearth in Freyja’s chamber, I left ash on her floors. If I swept the ash, I left streaks invisible to any eyes but Menglǫð’s. If I breathed, I did so far too loudly and regularly, and if I were a considerate soul, I would stop.” Her description is: Freyja’s attendant, and Sigyn’s main rival for her favor.

Image 8: So, like, wtf happens? Set against a background of dramatic red-on-black fire is a description of the book's plot, as follows: Crumbling kingdoms. Hungering Gods. One woman who will end the worlds. Loki, Norse god of fire and mischief, will be tortured until the end of time. And he shall deserve every minute. At least, that’s how the story goes. Behind every great man is a great woman, and behind every genderfluid trickster-god is a spouse who darns his socks, plots his victories and keeps his secrets, as well as her own. After a thousand years of agony, Loki looks to the woman who kneels by his side – his jailer, his torturer, his wife – and asks for a different story. Hers.

Image 9: a continuation of the plot from the previous slide, this time with a cool blue lake as the background, with a viking-style ship floating atop its surface. The image feels less calming, more unnerving in its stillness and the lack of human life. The description reads as follows: Down with the gods. So swore Sigyn, a young mortal woman, after watching her father die at godly hands. One millennium later, she has joined the same pantheon she once despised. Now, as Ragnarǫk approaches – the end of all Nine Worlds – Sigyn narrates the tale of the Norse Gods’ fall, and her own.

Image 10: Themes. A picture of two crossed axes accompanies a list of themes, which are: 1) Revenge. What is a life worth? And what would you give up, to avenge the life of someone you love? 2) Corruption. Can you ever fix a broken system from the inside? Or will it, inevitably, consume you? and 3) Divinity. What does it mean, to become a god? What might you lose along the way?

Image 11: A picture of Loki as a woman, with red hair, dressed in a Viking-style dress and sat on the edge of a Scandinavian dock, accompanies text that reads: This book is for you if you like... Queer-led, queer-written fantasy, with main wlw and nonbinary characters! Court drama and political intrigue, mixed with a sizzling dash of mythology! A prophecy that cannot be averted; a tragedy that cannot be outrun…

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What are the Jofoes preferences in bed? Dom/sub and Top/Bottom?

thank you for requesting!

these are just my opinions but here's an analysis of how I think they prefer to screw

Dio Brando (Phantom Blood) – Dom | Top

Absolute, undisputed dom. Dio does not bottom. Not once. Not ever.

Possessive as hell. He treats people like his personal property.

Loves seeing people squirm, whether out of pleasure, embarrassment, or desperation.

If someone ever tries to take control? He laughs, pins them down, and reminds them who’s in charge.

Esidisi – Switch (Dom Leaning) | Top

A dramatic mess in bed. Will monologue while taking his partner apart.

He can switch but only when he trusts someone. Otherwise, he’s in control.

Very passionate- he wants his partner to be vocal and feel everything.

Wamuu – Switch | Switch

When he’s dominant he's not cruel. He is patient, disciplined, and treats sex like sacred combat.

Doesn’t rush. Will edge his partner for hours because endurance is everything.

However, if they challenge him? Oh. You poor thing. They will lose.

Wants them to earn their pleasure- he admires strong partners who can endure.

He’ll happily be submissive to someone he respects though and will be a very good sub at that.

Santana – Dom (But Can Switch) | Top

Observant. Watches his partner to figure out what makes them tick.

When he tops, it’s slow, methodical, and overwhelming.

If he lets them take control it’s only because he wants to see how far they’ll go.

Doesn’t rush. He studies their reactions, making sure they feel everything.

Kars – Dom | Top

Absolute god complex. Whoever he’s with is lucky he’s even touching them.

Loves ruining them. Takes pleasure in watching someone fall apart under him.

He loves breaking them down and building them back up.

If they even try to take control? He laughs in their face.

DIO (Stardust Crusaders) – Dom | Switch (Power Bottom Potential)

More powerful, more experienced, more depraved. He is ruthless.

Power play king. He gets off on his partner’s submission- on the fact that they can’t resist him.

Overstimulating as punishment. He wants to see them beg.

The idea of anyone trying to dominate him? He’d crush them, laugh, and make them regret trying.

He’s uninhibited with his desires and when he wants to get topped, he’s getting topped. Still the dominant one though even when bottoming.

Yoshikage Kira – Switch | Switch (Depends)

Kira needs control. He must always be in charge. At least that’s what he tells himself.

However… if he trusts a person, he might let them take over. Just once. Maybe. (Often.)

Hand fixation. He’ll worship theirs, restrain them with his, and sometimes… yeah.

Quiet, methodical, but dangerous. If someone tries to push his limits, he will snap.

Diavolo – Dom | Top

Sadistic. Gets off on control and fear. Wants his partner vulnerable.

Overwhelming. He does not stop- he wants to see them break.

Zero patience for brats. They submit, or he makes them.

He loves seeing someone cry- he thinks it’s beautiful.

Doppio – Sub (But Can Be A Service Top) | Top

Sweetest little sub- will whimper under his partner.

Wants to please them. If they praise him, he melts.

However, when he switches into Diavolo’s mindset, he can be intense.

Very vocal- whines, begs, pleads, it’s adorable.

Enrico Pucci – Dom | Top

Religious guilt kink. Prays before and after.

Doesn’t let himself indulge often, so when he does… he’s ravenous.

He hates that he wants his partner this badly. But that just makes him rougher.

Will whisper bible verses while wrecking them.

Funny Valentine – Dom | Top

Gentleman in the streets, ruthless in the sheets.

He makes love like it’s a political statement.

Power kink to the MAX. He wants absolute control over his partner.

Roleplay where he’s always in some sort of power position..

Diego Brando – Dom | Power Bottom (Switch When Challenged)

Cocky as hell. Acts like he’s entitled to them.

Loves being dominated and will fight back just to make it better when his partner wins.

If they challenge him? Oh, he fights back- but if they win, he acts pissy just to get them to punish him.

Jealous in bed. If he thinks they want someone else? He takes it out on them.

Alternate Diego – Dom | Top

Less bratty, more straightforward dominance.

More primal. Less talking, more biting.

Will not tolerate being overpowered. He is not like his original counterpart.

He takes what he wants and doesn’t ask for permission.

Tooru – Switch (But Manipulative) | Bottom (Pretends Otherwise)

Plays the role of the laid-back boyfriend, but he’s a mindfuck.

He wants his partner to think they have control. But they never do.

Loves teasing and denying them until they lose their mind.

If they top him he makes them think it was their idea.

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Watch While I Show You the Ropes

Full fic on AO3. I've been wanting to continue The Unbearable Horniness of Steve for a while, and I was inspired by the @strangerthingswritersguild Kinktober day 7 prompts "Bondage / Traffic Light System".

This can totally be read as a standalone without reading that fic as it is just porn, all you need to know is that Eddie and Steve are in a relationship, it's an Omegaverse no Upside Down Modern Setting AU with them as the ages they were in Season 4, with Eddie working his way through his super super senior year.

Rating: Explicit | WC: 7,037 | CW: Steve gets overwhelmed at one point and starts to panic, but he's able to verbalize this and Eddie stops as soon as he asks him to. Also mentions of Eddie working toward getting a neuropsych eval for ADHD. | Tags: Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down, Established Relationship, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bondage, Shibari, Light BDSM, Kink Exploration, Kink Negotiation, Anal Sex, Knotting, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington

“What is that ?” Eddie asked as he walked into Steve’s apartment, voice suspicious. 

“Hello to you too, Mr. Munson,” Steve said from where he was sitting on the floor near his futon, untangling a pile of rope. “It’s just some supplies.” Eddie raised his eyebrows, but didn’t question Steve further, walking into the room to slump down on the futon next to the pile.

“How was your day?” Steve asked, getting up to sit in Eddie’s lap, straddling his legs.

“It sucked,” Eddie said, frowning and reaching out to put his hands on Steve’s waist.

“Wanna talk about it?” Steve reached forward to rub his wrist on Eddie’s neck, scenting him. 

Eddie sighed, leaning into Steve’s hand and closing his eyes. “Not really,” he said.

Steve hummed thoughtfully. “Wanna tie me up and fuck me?” 

Eddie’s eyes flew open, glancing at the pile of rope. “I knew it was too much to hope that you’d just decided to take up rock climbing.” 

Steve rolled his eyes. “I can feel your cock getting hard right now, don’t act like you’re not into the idea.” Steve rolled his hips down onto Eddie’s cock to punctuate his argument.

“Fine, I can admit the idea is appealing. But why do you suddenly want to be tied up?” Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged. “It’s not really sudden, I’ve always kind of wanted to try. Then I went down this Reddit rabbit hole a few nights ago and ordered some rope and a book on shibari.” 

“Are you just constantly horny? Isn’t that uncomfortable?” Eddie asked. He still liked to pretend he wasn’t just as horny as Steve, and Steve let him get away with it. 

“No, I’m very comfortable ,” Steve said suggestively, grinding down onto Eddie’s lap again.

Eddie shook his head, but leaned forward to kiss Steve’s neck, biting down a little and sucking at the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Steve moaned at the sharp sting of pain, tilting his head to give Eddie better access, hands curling into fists in Eddie’s shirt as he squirmed in his lap. 

“So you gonna show me the ropes?” Eddie asked, looking way too proud of his pun. But he’d had a bad day, so Steve let it slide.

Steve pushed himself out of Eddie’s lap to stand, walking over toward the rope. A book was sitting beside the rope, open to a page illustrating multiple different knots. “When you learned to camp and do other invigorating outdoor activities, did you also learn how to tie knots?” Steve asked. “Because none of these make much sense to me.”

Eddie laughed, pulling the book toward himself. “Yes, I can tie knots. Though I didn’t learn it there,” Eddie said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Steve felt a bolt of jealousy rush through his body and tried to tamp it down, knowing it was ridiculous to be jealous of things Eddie had done before they were together, but it must have shown on his face. Eddie smiled, pulling Steve in for a kiss. “Don’t worry,” Eddie said, “they were nowhere near as pretty as you.” 

Steve shoved him away. “I wasn’t jealous!” Steve protested, blushing.

“Sure, baby,” Eddie said, condescendingly.

“Okay, maybe I won’t let you tie me up,” Steve snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eddie laughed, but it wasn’t malicious. Steve had already started to pick up on the fact that Eddie loved it when he was a bit of a brat. “You’re the one that wanted to be tied up, Steve,” Eddie pointed out. 

“Well, I don’t anymore,” Steve said, huffing over to the couch and sitting down again, crossing his legs bitchily.

Eddie kneeled down in front of him, putting his head on his legs and staring up at Steve with his big baby cow eyes. “Pleeeeeeeease, Stevie? I’m sorry, you’re right, now that you put the idea in my head I do really want to.” 

Steve couldn’t say no to anything Eddie wanted when he looked at him like that. Especially not when it was something he wanted, too. “Alright, fine,” he said, acting like he was now doing Eddie a favor by agreeing to do what Steve wanted in the first place. 

He pulled the book over toward them, flipping to the pages detailing how to do a cross-chest box tie. “What do you think of this one to start with?” Steve asked, feeling himself get slightly hard just from thinking about it.

Eddie scanned through the instructions, flipping through the images. “I can do that,” he said, nodding, going into what Steve thought of as his “focus mode”. Eddie often seemed like his attention was being pulled in a million different directions all at the same time, but sometimes he latched onto one thing and focused intently on just that. Steve loved when that one thing was him.

“It will be easiest to do while you’re standing,” Eddie said, reaching for the rope. Steve had gone with the suggested starter rope from the company he’d bought the book from, and it was a natural light brown color, he thought maybe it was hemp? He really hadn’t paid that much attention.

Steve stood in front of the couch and Eddie studied him, tilting his head to the side. “Shirt off,” he said, and Steve immediately complied, hearing the hint of command in Eddie’s voice. Eddie had never actually been bossy during sex, that was Steve’s role, but Steve shivered, finding he liked it. 

Steve pulled his shirt off, baring his hairy chest for Eddie, who stepped forward with the book in one hand and the rope in the other. He walked around to Steve’s back and set the rope down, using one hand to move Steve’s arms into position behind his body, stacking them on top of each other so they were parallel, like an equal sign. There were frequent pauses and readjustments, during which Steve assumed Eddie was consulting the book.

“Okay, I think that’s good,” Eddie said after a few minutes of these pauses and readjustments.

“Eddie, there’s not even any rope on me yet,” Steve complained, and Eddie walked back around in front of him.

“Well excuse me if I’m trying to avoid giving you permanent nerve damage,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. He picked up the rope and started to drape it over Steve’s body, making an X over the top of the front and back of his chest, then wrapping a loop around his chest beneath his nipples. 

Steve loved the way the rope felt as it dragged over his skin, Eddie needing to pull quite a bit through each time he made a loop. The hemp was a little rough, but mostly slid smoothly over his skin, making a soft rasping noise each time Eddie pulled. 

Eddie stepped back after he was finished with the initial chest component, not having started on the arms yet, and looked at his work. “That makes your tits look fantastic,” Eddie said, reaching out to brush a thumb over each of Steve’s nipples. 

Steve shivered at the rough feeling of Eddie’s calloused thumbs, cock filling out in his shorts as his nipples hardened. Eddie glanced down and smirked at Steve. “Enjoying this?” he asked.

Steve huffed. “Yes, I’m enjoying it. But I can still move my arms,” he said, punctuating the statement by flailing his arms around a little.

“Stop moving!” Eddie said, walking around to Steve’s back and putting a hand on his arms to keep them still. “I had those where I wanted them.” 

Steve grumbled a little but stopped moving, letting Eddie reposition his arms how he wanted. “Alright, how does that feel? Is it pulling on your shoulders at all?” Eddie asked.

Steve shook his head. “No, feels fine,” he said. Eddie pressed himself against Steve’s back, reaching for the trailing end of the rope. Steve could feel Eddie’s cock, hard against one of his ass cheeks, as Eddie leaned in to kiss his neck. 

“You ready for me to tie your arms?” Eddie asked, a whisper against Steve’s ear. Steve was fully erect now, much more turned on by the process of being tied up than he thought he would be.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve been ready for a while now.” He injected a little of his trademark bitchiness into the last statement, a little unmoored by how affected he was by the process. 

Eddie bit down on Steve’s neck and sucked hard enough to leave a bruise, choosing not to respond to his bitchiness with words. Steve moaned, tilting his head back and thrusting his hips forward into nothing. 

Eddie stepped back and began the process of completing the arm portion of the box tie. Steve hadn’t looked that hard at the instructions, so wasn’t totally sure what he was doing, but he felt his arms being gradually enveloped and held by loops of rope. Every time the rope dragged over the skin of his back he got a little more aroused, slick pooling in his boxers, the sweet scent of it filling the room.

He could smell the arousal building in Eddie’s scent as well as the process went on, the scent of cardamom thick in the air, and Steve was glad he wasn’t the only one affected by this. Eventually, Eddie’s movements paused, and he stepped back further.

“Perfect,” he said, voice lower than it had been when they began. He tugged at something in the back, and Steve felt pressure through the ropes on his chest and arms, but no pain. “Does that feel okay?” 

“Yeah,” Steve said, voice breathy. 

Eddie came back around to stand in front of Steve, and Steve was struck with how turned on he felt, being restrained in front of Eddie, who was fully free. Eddie, whose pupils were blown wide with arousal, and who was looking at Steve like he wanted to eat him. 

“This is fucking fantastic,” Eddie said, eyes running up and down Steve’s body, pausing as he caught sight of the slick that had already leaked through his tiny shorts onto the tops of his inner thighs. “Still want me to fuck you?” 

Steve nodded. “Yes. Please,” he said. 

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up into his bangs. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a ‘please’ from you before. We might have to do this more often.” 

Steve scowled at him. “Just fuck me already, will you?” 

“Oh, okay, there’s the Steve I know,” Eddie said, laughing and pulling off his shirt. He stepped up to Steve, pressing his bare chest against the ropes crossing Steve’s chest, and kissed him, tongue diving into Steve’s mouth. Kissing Eddie without being able to touch him at all was odd, and made Steve feel uncomfortable at first, until Eddie deepened the kiss further, fucking his tongue in and out of Steve’s mouth, and all thoughts of discomfort fled his mind.

Steve moaned into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie moved him toward the futon. Steve was unsure what to do when they got there. He couldn’t lay on his back with his arms like this, but also couldn’t prop himself up on hands and knees. 

Eddie had plans, though. He pulled Steve’s shorts and boxers down, steadying Steve so he could step out of them one foot at a time. Once he had them off, Eddie started to kiss him again, hand coming between them to stroke Steve’s cock several times before moving further down. He trailed a finger over Steve’s balls and perineum, back to Steve’s hole, already covered in slick and gaping open. Steve whimpered, needing more, as Eddie pushed two fingers in and started to fuck him.

Steve felt off balance, unable to brace himself on anything as the pleasure started to build in his body. It would have been frightening if he’d been with anyone other than Eddie, who he trusted implicitly with his body at this point. Eddie steadied him with one hand firmly gripping his hip as he used the other to open Steve up further. 

Just as Steve felt an orgasm starting to build, Eddie pulled away his hand. “Wait, what are you doing? I was close,” Steve complained, but Eddie just shook his head, smiling. He put a pillow against one of the arms of the futon, still in its couch form, and gently moved Steve to kneel on the futon and rest his head on the pillow.

“How does that feel?” Eddie asked. “Is it comfortable?”

“Yes,” Steve replied, shifting his legs a little. His face was pressed into the soft pillow, turned to the side so he could see out into the room, but he couldn’t turn himself enough to see Eddie behind him.

“Alright,” Eddie said, and Steve could hear him undoing his own pants and pulling them off. He felt the futon dip behind him as Eddie climbed on, a hand on each of Steve’s hips. “Tell me to stop if your arms start to hurt at all, or if it gets too intense.”

Steve nodded. “Sure,” he said, not really understanding why Eddie thought it would be intense. They were just fucking. They fucked a lot.

Eddie ran his fingers through the slick around Steve’s ass, presumably using it to slick up his cock, which Steve then felt pressing at his entrance. Eddie slid into him slowly, giving Steve a few moments to adjust to his size. His hands were gripping Steve’s hips hard, holding him up since Steve couldn’t use any of his upper body strength to do it.

Eddie felt amazing inside of him, filling him just the right open. Steve closed his eyes, letting the sound of Eddie’s breathing and the smell of their combined arousal permeate his thoughts. As Eddie started to move, Steve began to understand why Eddie thought it might get too intense. It was a very different sensation, being fucked when he was restrained this much. He felt completely at Eddie’s mercy in a way he had never been before, unable to even hold himself up as Eddie thrust into him.

Eddie’s cock in his ass felt amazing, hitting his prostate with every stroke, but Steve started to feel a bubble of panic rising up in his chest, jarring him from the sensations of pleasure. He couldn’t move. He felt off balance. He hadn’t been expecting this. He tried to hold out for a little longer, but as his chest tightened with anxiety he found himself yelling, “ST-STOP!” 

Eddie stopped automatically, pulling out of Steve and maneuvering him so he was able to sit up, facing him. 

“Steve, are you okay?” Eddie asked, reaching a hand up to his face, the rough ridges of his callouses helping to ground Steve.

Steve nodded, trying to catch his breath. He felt much better now that he was sitting up, but he still felt off balance and exposed. 

 “What do you need?” Eddie asked.

“Can you untie my arms?” Steve replied, voice soft. 

“Oh, fuck, yeah, of course, I should have done that immediately,” Eddie said, scrambling to undo the knots behind Steve’s back. He looked mad at himself. 

“Eddie, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Steve said as Eddie loosened the knots, giving Steve back the use of his arms. Steve immediately felt better, panic dying down and breathing slowing. As Eddie went to continue taking off the chest harness, Steve stopped him. “Leave that,” he said. 

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, looking scared.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I just wasn’t expecting how intense it was going to feel, with my arms so restrained. I really like the rope, though. I want to keep going, just with my arms free, facing you.” 

Eddie looked into Steve’s eyes like he was searching for something buried deep. “We really don’t need to keep going, Stevie.”

“Are you okay to keep going?” Steve asked. Eddie looked a little shaken. 

Eddie thought about it for a second. “Only if you keep your eyes open. So I can be sure you’re okay the whole time.” 

Steve nodded. “Alright. Deal.” He lay back on the futon, reaching out for Eddie and pulling him down on top of him, kissing him and running his arms down Eddie’s back. Eddie’s chest pressed the ropes into Steve’s chest, and he loved the roughness of the sensation. They kissed for a few minutes, both growing hard again, and Steve reached down to guide Eddie’s cock back inside of him. 

He sighed in bliss as he felt Eddie slide inside, tilting his hips up to meet Eddie’s and scratching his nails lightly down Eddie’s back. Eddie moaned, pushing himself up on his hands so he was looking down at Steve. 

“You still okay?” Eddie asked, panting as he thrust into Steve.

“More than okay,” Steve replied, reaching down for his own cock and starting to stroke. Eddie bent to kiss him, panting into Steve’s mouth as he tangled their tongues together. Sweat started to pool between them, and Eddie’s breaths started to come faster as he pushed himself up to look at Steve again.

Steve clenched around Eddie’s cock whenever it hit his prostate, letting out little puffs of air. He felt the ropes pressing into his back every time Eddie fucked into him. Steve sped up the motions of his hand on his cock as he felt his orgasm rapidly build, spilling over his hand as he came.

Eddie fucked him through his orgasm, his own following a few moments later as Steve felt warmth spilling into him. Eddie groaned, burying himself deep inside of Steve and pressing his face into Steve’s neck. 

Once he was done, Eddie pushed himself back up, capturing Steve’s lips in a kiss. “Was that alright?” Eddie asked. “No more weird feelings?” 

“It was great,” Steve said. 

Eddie smiled and pulled out, sitting back. “We do need to take the ropes off now, though. Don’t want them to hurt you.” 

Steve let Eddie finish taking off the rope, still enjoying the sensation of it dragging against his skin. He sighed once it was all off, curling himself up into Eddie’s side and burrowing his face into his neck. Eddie grabbed a blanket to wrap around them, then put his arms around Steve, running his hands up and down his sides.

“So what did you think of shibari?” Eddie asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “Not for you?”

Steve hummed in thought, trying to find the right words. “No, I think it was for me, I just… wasn’t expecting how intense it was going to be. It surprised me, and I panicked. But I liked the way the rope felt on me, a lot, and I really did like the feeling of being restrained. I think I’d want to try it again sometime, just maybe facing you, at first.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said. 

Steve popped his head up from where it was resting in Eddie’s neck to look at him. “Why are you sorry?” Steve asked. “This was my idea. And you stopped when I told you to stop.”

Eddie shrugged, still looking guilty. “I dunno. I just feel like -” he paused, blowing at his bangs in frustration. “Like you were totally in my power, and I fucked it up for you. That’s not good.”

Steve took Eddie’s face between his hands. “Eddie. You did exactly what I asked you to, the whole way through. You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

Eddie nodded but still looked miserable, so Steve climbed into his lap, pressing his chest against Eddie’s and kissing him. Soft, sweet kisses, just lightly running his tongue along Eddie’s lips as he ran a thumb over Eddie’s cheek. He started to purr as they kissed, and felt an answering vibration from Eddie’s chest a few moments later.

“I’m gonna keep kissing you until you believe me,” Steve said after a few minutes. 

Eddie laughed. He looked a lot less miserable now. “Well then I’m never going to tell you I believe you.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, but started to kiss Eddie again. Eddie laughed against his mouth and pushed him away gently. “Alright, alright, I believe you.” 

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🐶 Kant, I’m curious how his character will evolve. Love his big puppy energy

Kant does not remind me of Yok or Sand at all. While Yok was flirtatious, he leaned more into his feminine energy and deeply artistic side. While Sand was an indie music lover with a slight sad boy vibe.

Kant’s vibes are totally different for me. He’s incredibly confident. Like truly confident. I haven’t seen too much of his submissiveness yet but I think he will not be ashamed of it in the slightest. He likes what he likes and isn’t afraid to say that and go for it. When Bison kind of rejected him for his pick up lines, he swiftly switched gears and approached the communication differently. These traits are true confidence to me.

He almost has a f*ck boy energy to him. His desire to literally f*ck around (respect), be free without relationship ties, okay with being unaware of his ONS name, along with using a cache of pick up lines lead me here. I normally don’t get attached to f*ck boy/girl characters (nothing wrong with them just not a magnet for me). But Kant’s down bad, romantic mushy traits screams golden retriever which balances out the suaveness and swift pick up lines. That starry eyed, goofy smile is so so endearing. He 1000% has lost the plot and forgot his mission at times and that had me smiling all goofy with him. I think

his love for Bison will surprise him, maybe even scare him, but ultimately be something he craves. With Bison showing the sides of him that take care of Kant (bringing him food and the bedroom so far) I think Kant will feel safe (hah) and fall deeper.

Yes he is a tattoo artist and I do feel that art element but I feel he partially took up the trade as a desire to share and connect with people more than it was strictly to make art. I also think there were financial reasons behind it. The car theft could have been for adrenaline or the love of certain cars but it partially feels financially motivated to me as well. He seems very family oriented with holding onto his Dad’s car and being reluctant to part with it. He also is loyal and caring for his younger brother. To the extent he’ll take on jobs and clear his name for the sake of both of their futures.

My first impression was he took on the job to clear his criminal record. That’s not how I perceived that interaction though. He was threatened. There was no option other than gaining a criminal record back which isn’t really an option considering his circumstances. So knowing he’s being forced to do this, I hope that is explained well to Bison later. If I was Bison, and I found out that my bf was threatened into this, I’d be going after the cop. Miscommunication tropes stress me out so I see that coming.

♨️💭 I don’t know the full dynamic yet (sub/brat/dom/top/bottom/verse) so can’t talk too much on intimacy. But the first go around Kant was his confident self and encouraged Bison to join him. It felt like a power play. He had no qualms with Bison over him which feels like foreshadowing. Kant certainly likes breasts/chests and sucking 😂. I feel like his submission will come from that “I have to be the mature one in charge of every aspect of my life and want to give up control sometimes” place. Many with tattoos ( ✋ ) know that some get enjoyment out of the pain so there’s that as well. It takes a lot of trust to hand over your well being to a dominant so this will definitely potentially deepen Kant and Bison’s bond.

Caveat, I have large piece tattoos including a sleeve but don’t enjoy that specific pain myself so I know not everyone does. But I do have aesthetic desires, so I can see that being a motivator behind his tattoos as well. I feel like Kant is very aesthetically driven with his house, style, car and luxurious pieces. Even his initial interest with Bison was largely based on appearance…maybe some vibes too but it seemed like he was focused on what he saw and his comments followed suit. The man has taste ✨

[ash-unhinged444]

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Baseball Boy

himbo professional athlete x loser streamer/ YouTuber idia (has smut who knew)

This is also compensation for Lilia fic taking so long LMAOOO I promise it’s coming </3 but in the meantime enjoy idia being autistic and gay !

Image coming home from practice or a game and he’s jus like “oh!! Hi!! Do you wanna say hi to the chat? We were watching your game!!” Or “oh hey!! how was practice?” (Both texted cause he’s like on the other side of the house in a noise canceling room) Let’s go with baseball for this cause I know the most abt it

He’d know only what you tell him about the sport but by god is he your biggest fan. Not a clue in the fuckin world while people watch the game with him, he doesn’t care unless you’re on screen.

“THATS MY HUSBAND!!!” Tweeted 90809090909962726393639473297011827376101 times with each thing you do to help your team. If you catch a fly ball or an absolute rocket of a line drive he’s so proud of you, hell even if you sucked ass he’d still be proud of you.

He likes your uniform and how muscular you are, even if you’re shorter than him you make him feel so small and cute.

So very insanely proud of you. You hit a dinger? Proud husband. You strike out? Proud husband. You walk? Proud husband. You hit a little piddler? Proud husband. Anything you do when you’re on the field or batting makes him so proud.

If you lose? In his eyes you still did amazing. If you win? Oh he’s so fucking happy for you he might pee a little. He’s almost as happy for you as he was when he found out you made the team, to put it in perspective. His favorite memories with you are your first day being a couple, your first Valentine’s together, your proposal and most importantly your wedding day.

Oh but if he’s not streaming when you come home and you’re looking for a little relief oh by god is he excited. He’s not excited because you’re stressed but he’s excited because he loves the feeling of you engulfing him in your muscles (absolutely ADORES your strong thighs, would fuck them for hours if you let him). When he hears the door slam shut he can’t help but get a little hard.

When he hears you grumble and complain he goes downstairs and comes over to awkwardly comfort you. It’s not like he’s not used to your presence or anything but he’s absolutely not used to getting so riled up and trying to be a good, caring, comforting husband. He just can’t help it.

The annoyed, frustrated look on your face as you exasperatedly throw yourself down on the couch. He sits beside you, stumbling over his words as he tries to get you calmed down, usually it works. Not because he’s incredibly good at comforting but instead because his cute expression makes you feel better. He always has the pink flushed tips when you reach over and kiss him, he loves the kisses, yes, but they still take him by surprise.

If you signal to him you want to go up to your shared bedroom and have some fun, he’s more than willing but oh so embarrassed. If you tell him to go upstairs, strip, and lay down he’s following your orders like an obedient puppy. Although he just kinda lays there naked and hard without any like… pose or anything, he lays like he’s a flat board. It is cute though, the blush on his face, the pink tips of his hair and the twitch of his cock make up for it.

If you top hes so good for you, he adores the praise. If you want him to top, however, he’s still- after all these years going to treat you like you’re made of glass. Even if you regularly bottom, until you tell him to manhandle you while he tops he’s going to be incredibly gentle.

Idia is a switch leaning sub and a verse leaning bottom, so don’t expect to constantly be on top and dominant. He also has a pretty high sex drive but he’s never going to tell you that. I personally hc him as autistic so I think he wouldn’t really know he’s horny until he’s painfully hard and desperate for you (I know because I do this). Please help him out, he was watching your game and you just looked so good on the feild and he’s sorry he doesn’t mean to be a creep but he just couldn’t stop looking :(

If you reassure him whenever this happens he’ll try to initiate sex but he gets nervous and chickens out. If you tell him it’s okay and it’s hot and endearing that he’s so in love with you he’s going to blush and shy away (into your chest). If you don’t say anything and just immediately start giving him signs you want to fuck he’s going to over think it, despite the many times he’s been caught rewatching highlights of you in your games. If you tell him before hand that it’s okay and there’s no need to worry before you give him the fuck me eyes he’s gonna be much much calmer in the beginning.

He’s so egar to please you it’s so cute, lay him down and have your way with him please that’s all he wants. Well unless he wants to dom and top, it’s rare but it happens. If that happens he’s usually a soft dom, keyword usually. If he’s a hard dom be prepared to have to take at least an hour of aftercare. It’s not often that he gets the confidence to do something like that but when he does oh it’s amazing. It’s amazing but god you’re sore after. He feels bad after but with your reassurance he feels better about it. It happens so rarely it’s like a fever dream.

If he’s submissive, oh he’s just going to lay back and let you do all the work. And you’d best savor those sweet sounds he makes because he swears he’ll never make them again (he will. Just pound his ass he’ll be a mess).

[sonofawiitchh]

froy  gutierrez, gay/Arromantic,  cis  male  +  he/him  →  attention  !  we  have  report  of  tommy  shepherd,  otherwise  known  as  speed  has  been  spotted  within  the  area.  we  have  reason  to  believe  they  have  the  power  of  superhuman  speed,  superhuman  stamina,  and  superhuman  strength.  they  are  known  to  be  adaptable  and  open-minded  but  also  can  be  mischievous  and  arrogant,  so  please  proceed  with  caution  when  approaching  them.  S.H.I.E.L.D.  has  reported  that  they’re  of  a  cinema  variant,  so  be  warned  ! 

The hot details.

Full Name: Thomas Shepherd.

Gender: Male.

Orientation: Gay/Arromantic.

pronouns: He/him.

Age: 26.

Cock size: 9.5 inches/Thick as a beer can/Cut.

Position: Verse/Dom-Top leaning.

Species: Mutant.

Eyes: Blue.

Hair: Dark blond.

Face: He likes to have a short and trimmed beard.

Major Kinks: Older muscular bottoms, Humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, Watersports, armpits, rough raw sex, Dom/Sub, public sex, rimming, skull fucking, breeding, daddy kink, muscle worship, and many, many more, if you have any doubts, do not hesitate to ask.

[madaqueue]

topzai this topzai this WHAT ABOUT BOTTOMZAI😭😭😭 i NEED him whimpering, begging to be allowed to touch while having his dick being rode sideways to sunday😭 lord help me

ANON LISTEN IM SO WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! i write this man in every single dynamic (because i need to fuck AND be fucked by him) but also because to me he is THEEEEE switch/verse of all time like you want that man to top?? bottom??? you want him to sub or dom you???? he’s IN!!!!!!!!! (tbh in my mind he’s usually a sub leaning bottom but even when he tops that man is bratting until he subs ckskfjdkjfkdkd)

but okay 2 things here: first of all, sub top dazai is soooooo mmmmmmmmmmmmMMMM sinking my teeth into him . he’s nearly breathless with the way you ride him, his knuckles turning white because he wants to touch you, to grab and bite and kiss and do fucking anything, but he also wants to be good - which tonight, means to touching. instead, he just whines and is practically begging you, little cries of “c’mon please i’ll be good just once-” but you know it’s never just one touch with him, so unfortunately, you have to hold the rule (and if he doesn’t behave, you can always tie him up, right?)

okay but also like actual bottom dazai is JFKDKCKDKFMDMD makes me feral . i want to fuck him so bad until he literally can’t think until all he can do is take the raw pleasure of it all, until he’s shaking and whimpering and not even coherent anymore, until his pretty skin is covered in bruises and cu-