#I don’t write smut often

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

All you need is love 💕 18+

Slight smut but it’s fluffy as hell. Its literally just grinding on each other. This is all on Valentine’s Day- there is a gif at the end and I’m not sure who to credit so if you know please let me know! But here’s Steddie first Valentine’s Day!

Steve is shyly looking around the others room. As much as he hung out with the other neither of them spent much time in the bedroom. Between Eddies energy and Steves continuous search for adventure the two were for the most part connected to the hip. Steve smiles brightly when he sees a photo of Eddie and Wayne when he was younger. Moving and picking up the frame as Eddies quickly picking up dirty clothes off the floor with a soft blush to his face. Though he pauses as he sees the facial expression on the others faces as he beams happily. Deciding fuck it, Steve obviously loved his chaos. The other had barely even glanced at the floor. Eddie had this night planned for a while and now that it was here he feels giddy.

Moving over as silently as he can he pulls out a cheesy record he made sure to buy knowing his Stevie loved cheesy. That and Eddie knew that listening to the album when he was stoned would be worth it. He moves placing “the yellow submarine” record on his player. He moves the needle carefully to the spot that he wanted it and he smiles as he hears the beginning brass play the notes to All you need is love.

“Love love love, there’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.”

And just as Eddie had predicted Steve is turning around like he hung the moon. “You hate the Beatles!” Steve says knowing his boyfriend well. Then he’s blushing as he watches Eddie pull the crushed up dandelions that he picked from outside from his back pocket with a soft blush. He had spent his money on the record so he couldn’t afford much. He was sure if they searched they could find a half eaten snickers bar somewhere. “And you hate Valentine’s Day?” Steve blushes becoming flustered as Eddie grins cheekily. Moving forward as he dances a little.

“Nothing you can do, but you can learn how to play the game, it’s easy. All you need is love.” He moves his arms awkwardly as he sings along his voice rougher and slightly deeper compared to the voice on the record. Steve moves forward as he laughs joining in. Moving his hand to take the other and spinning them around. Steve laughs as he tilts his head back as Eddie purposely drops the flowers. The petals slowly being crushed under both of their feet. “All you need is love-” Eddie says a bit dumbly as he looks at the other. Steve smiles brightly and Eddie never thought he would be hear, doing three things he hated most. Celebrating Valentine’s Day, singing the Beatles and helplessly falling in love with a jock.

They both stop singing as they fall into each others embrace. Steve melts under the others hands feeling seen for the first time in the relationship. Properly for his goofy romantic side. Eddie moves closer and Steve is the one to press their lips together. Slowly kissing as they hold on to each other. Sighing they both leave their foreheads pressed up against each other as they sway back and forth just exsisting together. Until the record cuts and the last song plays.

Eddie pulls back holding the others hands still as he takes the needle off shutting the player off before he’s carefully leading him to the bed. Moving falling on his ass on the mattress without a care in the world. Smiling brightly up at the other Steve hesitates before he’s sitting in the others lap carefully. Eddie hums gently as he traces the others face. Not needing to say anything. Steve moves forward kissing the other with everything he was feeling the winds knocked out of the both of them. And heat is slowly taking over the calm and sweet night.

Straddling the other properly Steve looks down at the other as he moves carefully pulling his polo off his chest. Eddies hands go to the others hips as he smiles softly seeing the how’s freckled body. Eddie hums gently as he moves a hand up to the others neck as he carefully traces the others throat. His rings sending a shiver down the others spine. Though one of them has to break the silence.

“I know you aren’t ready to go further, and I’m not comfortable bottoming with you yet but can we um?” Eddie stutters as Steve reads his mind and starts to grind down on the other carefully. Eddies eyes close a little before Steve smiles.

“We can do this, I’m happy doing this.” Steve says with a soft blush as he watches Eddie slowly tilt his head back a little more. Though when Eddie rememers what they are doing he carefully moves the others arms behind his back. Crossing the others arms and links their fingers together as he starts to gently pull the other up and down against himself. Panting softly he shifts a his leg a little so that the other grinds down on his thigh. It was difficult doing it with both of them being in jeans but neither of them cared.

Panting Eddie watches as Steve’s face slowly starts to flush pink and his chest and neck go a little darker red. “Hmm-” he whimpers and Steve’s eyes are closed. Eddie pulls the other a little bit more aggressively wanting his attention as he moves forward and kisses the other biting his lip carefully. Before he’s moving and biting carefully down on the others shoulder leaving his mark on the other. Wanting the other to remember just how much he loved him, even though they weren’t saying it aloud they both knew there was something amazing happening.

Eddie groans as they keep the pace slow and Steve just looks at him, and oh god was Eddie wrong. Steve Harrington can shock him even more as the boy looks him straight in the eyes and his eyes are glossy as his voice cracks a little.

“I love you, Eddie.”

[sxcchxrine]

closer | dan heng x reader

content warning: nsfw, possessive dan heng, biting, praise kink, dan heng being a little feral — this was inspired by closer, reader is afab but will be using masculine terms with some gn terms too. ( pretty/handsome angel, attaboy, etc ) i don’t write smut often

mdni

“attaboy…” dan heng purred as he traced his thumb over their lips, his eyes taking in his mate’s delicious expression. swollen lips, their eyes filled with lust and their whimpers— it all was so delicious to him. his tail wrapped around their body as he pressed against them. he once again pressed his lips against theirs. his tongue ran over their lips savoring their flavor. dan heng slowly kissed down their jaw, cheeks— ears and soon his lips started to run down their neck. (name) stifled out a moan as they shuddered feeling dan heng’s fangs.

“use your voice angel. i want to hear you.” dan heng was trying his damn hardest to not lose control, he just wants to push (name) on his makeshift bed to claim them— to taste them. though in that moment (name) moaned softly, and hearing their ragged breathing made it so much harder to listen to reason. if he’s being honest— he’s on the verge of losing his humanity. his instincts calling out to him as it screams ‘claim them’. dan heng bit down on their neck his tongue licking up the blood that dripped from the wound.

then (name) uttered his name. “h-heng…!”

fuck.

he snapped, all rational thoughts left his head. he needs them. he craves them.

dan heng couldn’t hold it in and his true form started to appear. from his horns to his tail, it all happened so quickly. (name’s) hands traveled up his back gripping his shirt. their scent drove him mad. “sorry…sorry.” he whispered knowing that he’s going to fuck them until he’s satisfied.

he pulled them close for another kiss, it was messy— feeling his tongue touching theirs sent shivers up his spine. (name) was so responsive, each touch made them shiver in delight. they felt dan heng’s hands roam and grope their body; pull at their clothes. it all happened so fast that both them and dan heng was half naked. (name) opened their eyes and stared at dan heng. his face was flushed, eyes glowing and filled with lust— need. though there was something more animalistic about his expression, it was mixture of desperation, desire and some type of possession.

“you look so handsome angel…so pretty.” dan heng softly kissed them again. his hand ran down to (name’s) waist to pull down their underwear. dan heng lowered himself. he kissed down their thighs, gripping their leg as he lifted it up to look at their core. “so wet…” he bit down on their thigh, kissing and giving small hickies as he moved closer to their core. his tongue flicked at their clit and suddenly gasped. (name) grabbed his horns, their hands gently rubbing the tips and slowly tugging at it. that made him whimper.

he gripped their thighs a little tighter and started to suck on their clit. (name) started to tremble and their grip on his horns got tighter, they moved their hands to his hair and tugged at it. they felt dizzy and good. the way dan heng’s tongue felt against their clit then him licking their folds— (name) couldn’t help it but to moan. they gotten louder and louder.

“i’m— ..! i’m going to cum !” (name) whimpered. their voice barely above a whisper. though that feeling building up was pulled away. dan heng stared up at them, his eyes were dilated he looked so sweet and innocent like this but (name) knows that this was the calm before the storm. dan heng’s eyes quickly turned into slits as if he was a predator that found its prey. dan heng moved from where he was and pulled them towards his bed, pushing them down onto it. his tail snaked around their body.

“need you…i need you so much.”

(name) looked at dan heng’s face again, this time he looked desperate and needy — he wants them so fucking bad. he bit down on their neck and moved down to their shoulders then chest something leaving kisses in their wake. not a few moments later he pushed his cock inside them. dan heng leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against their lips. “i love you…”

[hungharrington]

personally i struggle with emotional vulnerability so im not really an “I love you” person? the words get stuck and feel unnatural

BUT READER GIVINF STEVE A HANDJOB N THE FEELING STRIKES HER. she just rests her chin on his shoulder and does a cheesy movie-esque love stare up at him, all you know how much i love you right? love you sooo much stevie. you’re perfect and make me feel so safe, so loved, love you so much for all of that. love you love you love you love you whispered in time with the movement of her hand. leaving little sucky pecks on the chubs of his cheeks. acting as if nothings new when it’s all done, idk if he’d point blank ask or imply but just a “:] hmm? oh, i dunno what you mean stevie :]”

BABEY this was such a 10/10 request like…. the way i sent this to at least 3 different moots when i got it…. ur brain…. so have some subby!steve & as always it’s so in love MDNI this entire blog is 18+, i know the request is for a fem!reader but i’ve kept it gn!reader, 1.1k words, enjoy! <3

You don’t think there’s a prettier sight than how Steve looks when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock.

Cheeks bright flushed pink, eyes screwed up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the muscles beneath his tummy clenching and rippling as you move your hand up and down as fast as you please. 

He’s making those sweet noises you just adore so much — little low moans, each breath laced with a keen that you know will turn into a whimper when he gets closer to the edge. All of his noises go straight between your thighs but right now isn’t about you. It’s about Steve.

The couch cushions press into your legs as you shift, rearranging to be closer to him. You hook your chin over his shoulder, you spare hand creeping up his back, slow and soothingly. The wet sounds of his dripping cock sound fucking heavenly, doused in his soft quiet moans, as you curl your fingers into his hair. Raking them through, your thighs press tighter together when Steve lets out a particularly loud moan. 

“Mm, feeling good, Stevie?” You talk lowly, so close you know he can hear you. You press a kiss into his shoulder, nuzzling your nose along down to his collarbone, your hand fucking his cock a little bit faster. Steve keens, fighting to keep his hips still, trying to be good. His hands clench into fists at his sides. 

He’d had such a day and you had offered to take care of him and Steve just wants to be good for you. 

He nods quickly to answer your question, creasing his eyes open to meet yours and you feel his cock twitch at the sight of your adoring gaze on him— chin on his shoulder, hand gliding his cock so perfectly, dropping another kiss on the exposed skin of his shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck, yes— your hand is always so good, baby.” Steve pants lightly, eyes still fixed on you. They drop to your lips and you don’t deny him, pushing up and leaning in to kiss him. He’s messy with it, not quite the usual practice he has and when you thumb over his slit, Steve groans into your mouth. He breaks the kiss, a high whine escaping his mouth, hips jumping up to meet your hand. 

His forehead drops, leaning against yours and you lean in again, your next kiss on his cheek. 

“Good, y’so good baby. You know how I love you, right?” You murmur, nearly cooing, right as you scrape your fingers through his hair again. Steve shudders beneath you, his eyes cinched shut but a whimper still slips from his throat, loud and high. You speed up your hand, the squelching of it getting louder and louder. 

“Shit,” Steve curses, peeking his eyes open. “Y’can’t say tha- that right now or— ah— I’m gonna cum in a minute.” 

“Love you soooo much, Stevie,” you continue like you haven’t heard him, twisting your hand in that torturous way while your other hand strokes down the nape of his neck, your touch soft with love. Steve gasps loudly, his hips bucking again and all his moans melt into soft whimpers. You kiss his cheek again, nuzzling your nose against his as your adoring words pour out. 

“You’re perfect f’me, you know?” You whisper, your thumb teasing his tip again. Steve whines, his chest heaving with his whimpering heavy breaths. You can see his hands flexing, forming and reforming fists over and over. “You make me feel so safe, so loved, Stevie, love you so much for that.” 

“Fuck,” Steve breathes. He sounds so wrecked for you, voice all raspy from his moans. “Fuck, honey- you can’t just— nghm—“ 

“Love you,” you whisper lovingly, your hand twisting into his hair again and tugging lightly. You speed up your hand tugging his heavy cock, heat bubbling in your tummy at how it leaks all over your hand, the head of it flushed bright pink. You kiss his cheek again sloppily. 

“Love you, love you, love you so much,” You say, drinking in his fucked out expression— brown eyes hidden away, pink lips parted in a whine, his blush standing out against his tan skin. Steve trembles against you, breathing jagged. 

“You can’t—“ He whines softly. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, baby—“

“You can.” You hush him sweetly, another kiss to his shoulder. “C’mon, you can, Stevie. Wanna see you cum f’me, baby, wanna see you cum while I tell you how much I love you, yeah?” 

Steve heaves a deep stuttering breath, his hands finally moving from his sides to grip at your shirt— his fingers twist in and he tugs you impossibly closer. His face turns to hide in your neck as his whimpers start to catch, hips bucking up uncontrollably into your fist. Sweet whiney noises pour into your skin as his orgasm builds up and up — you sweep your hand along the back of his neck again and say it again, a low loving whisper of “I love you,” and Steve breaks. 

His whine is so noisy as the first stream of cum dribbles from his cock and when you don’t slow your pace, you feel his lips part and his teeth sink into your shoulder lightly. He whimpers pathetically, his top half turned to cling to you while you work all his hot cum from his cock, painting your hand and his thighs with it. 

“Mm, so good, love you Stevie, love how well you did for me,” Your murmurs tide Steve over until his soft whines of pleasure turn to whimpers of overstimulation and you finally release his cock. Your hand moves to thigh instead, giving a soft rub as you try to coax his face out. 

“That was big, huh? You came a lot.” Your gaze wanders to his cum-streaked thighs and you can’t help the tiny giggle that titters out of you — it’s enough to get Steve to lift his face. He’s so pink still that it makes you want to coo at him. He looks only a smidge embarrassed, more blissed out than anything. 

“I told you,” He huffs breathlessly, a lazy smile on his face as his head lolls back to rest against the couch. “You can’t say that and expect me not to…” 

He gestures wordlessly to his crotch and you laugh a little, snuggling back up to him. You kiss his neck, nosing up to kiss his jaw and Steve waits patiently, humming happily when you reach his lips. 

You pull back with a teasing smile, “I know but I don’t expect it to keep working every time.” 

Steve waves a hand, eyes slipping closed as his lazy grin spreads. “Mmhmm, liar. You know what it does to me.” 

His words are lovingly, like he loves that you know what he loves. You kiss his cheek once more. 

“Yeah, I do,” you admit gleefully. “And I love it nearly as much as I love you.” 

Steve’s dick gives a soft twitch against his thighs and he groans, face screwing up for a second. “Don’t,” he warns. He opens his eyes to glare at you but there’s no heat. You grin and kiss him again. 

[qupidology]

short shintarou thoughts for the girlies :)

Midorima was a patient man. He prided himself in it. Prided himself in his ability to keep his head leveled no matter what the situation was. And yet you were constantly one to make his patience run thin. Your consistent testing of his patience is exactly how you ended up bended over his lap, panties ripped, cheeks burning from the relentless impact of his rough palm and a dildo shoved up your pretty little cunt.

"S-Shin!! 'M sorry I-" "Aht." He brought his hand down on your already red ass pulling a mix of a cry and a moan from your lips, your body slumping as he rubs your ass with one hand and starts pushing the dildo deeper into you with the other.

"I told you five minutes right?" His voice gentle as he smacked your ass once more, not paying mind to the please and cries for him to stop, "I expected you to listen to me, kitten. You would've gotten everything you wanted and more, and yet," He brought his hand down again, tskin at the way you cried out for him and the way your legs shook, showing him you came without his permission. "You continue to be a disobedient little pet, hm?"

Sighing softly he pulls the dildo from your hole, flipping you over on his lap so he could see your tear-stained face in all it's flushed glory, "It's fine, master will just have to train you again, won't he?"

[serqphites]

Thinking of g!p lee harker with a mommy kink….

oh my fucking god you might be onto something…

i’d also like to make it known that i have never written for men/dicks(?) before because i’m a big old lesbian so im sorry if it’s not accurate!

warnings! g!p, not pulling out, breeding? mommy issues, crying during sex

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heavy thoughts of lee waking up with morning wood…

the two of you spooning, her dick poking into your back as she squirms uncontrollably, desperate to not wake you.

well jokes on her because you were already awake!

deciding to mess with her, you back your ass up against her growing bulge. god the noises she makes.

“really lee? this early?” your tone is mocking as you chuckle at her, feeling your girlfriend jump slightly upon unexpectedly hearing your voice.

less than a minute later you’re grinding your ass against her hard cock through her boxers, precum seeping through and leaking onto your pj bottoms.

lee is embarrassed to tell you she has a mommy kink (i mean girly we know what ur moms like it’s kinda obvious)

“do you think we could try something tonight?” someone tell me why is bro looking at you like a stray kitten begging for food??

“of course baby, what’d you have in mind?” needless to say you aren’t shocked when she reveals she’d like to try out calling you mommy. you’d definitely noticed before that she seemed to enjoy being taken care of. like yeah sure who wouldn’t? but with lee you could just feel how different it was. it felt more like something she craved rather than something she simply enjoyed.

some examples include; why did she blush so fiercely when you brushed her hair? why did she get so shy if you showed you were proud of her? why did she always get a hard on if you cared a little too deeply for her…? (not that that’s physically possible bc hello?? save me awkward lesbian)

cut to that same night, lees hands gripping the backs of your thighs as you straddle her lap. you could feel her growing beneath you, your hips naturally beginning to roll against it, her bulge hitting your clit almost perfectly.

you now find yourself sat on lees hard cock, her girth filling you in a way only she could. you wanted her so bad, needed her so bad. yet you didn’t move.

“baby… please?” she sounds so fucking pathetic underneath you, her hips bucking as she grows needier and needier for your pleasure.

“baby? i thought you wanted to call me something else tonight” lee whimpers at your voice alone.

“please… mommy please- need you s’bad” yeah you’re bouncing on it.

she’s a fucking mess, her eyes sealed shut as she assists your bounces down onto her throbbing dick.

“you’re doing so good lee, so good for mommy” despite your head being rolled back with your own eyes also squeezed shut, you still don’t miss the way your girlfriends thrusts speed up and the whimpers slowly turn into quiet cries.

you panic momentarily, stopping and moving to face her once more. before you even get a chance to ask if she was okay lee has started bouncing you in and out of herself once more, her nails digging into your hips as she more than just guides your bounces this time.

“good tears… please don’t stop… fuck- fuck mommy please don’t stop… m’so close” all you needed to hear was good tears before you continued your previous movements, this time rolling your hips on every bounce to help push lee over the edge.

her cries turn into pants, her pants eventually coming to a halt before a long exaggerated moan escapes from her lips, her warm seed filling up your cunt just perfectly. that ends up doing it for you also, lee biting her lip so hard she draws blood as she jolts underneath you, only enduring the overstimulating sensations to allow you to ride out your high.

once you’re both settled into bed and ready for sleep, you turn to face your extremely smiley girlfriend.

“take it you enjoyed it?”

“not at all” with a sarcastic roll of her eyes, she leans over to press one last kiss to your soft lips before you two say your goodnights, both falling asleep fantasising about your earlier activities.

[ninyard]

hello I would like the kevallison smut ?? Please

The promised kevallison headcanons (aka how the two of them figure out what the other person is into + how they might go about doing it)

When they start hooking up it’s all pretty standard stuff. Allison gets him off after a game. Kevin eats her out if there’s ten minutes free in between classes and an empty dorm room. They’re a booty call before, during or after a night out, or a no-strings-attached way to get some frustration off their chest. Their friends-with-benefits situation is more often than not just a quick fuck when they’re bored. But it's kind of just… that? It's just fucking. It's a handful of different positions, in a handful of different places, but nothing more than fucking, finishing, and leaving. They don’t feel a need to bring it any further though, in some ways hesitant that the other will catch feelings if it gets too intimate. But from the get-go their agreement is clear - if either starts to get attached, or jealous, or even thinks that it might be worth pursuing, they stop. It doesn’t happen, of course, but in the beginning they really try to err on the side of caution until they know that for certain.

There’s one of two ways that their casual hook ups becomes more... interesting every now and again: one) accidentally. two) intentionally.

If it is accidental, I think they stumble upon the other’s kinks by the Grace of God. It's a quick fuck that turns into something more because one of them picks up on how the other's demeanor changes and they realise oh. oh. That did something for them. The moment when it happens is so intoxicating and sexually charged; So intense at the realisation of how turned on the other person is, that they’re just waiting for someone in the dorm room over, or outside the bathroom at a party, or in the almost-empty parking lot to ask did anyone hear Allison and Kevin fucking last night? For either of them, single and used to quick fucks with strangers that don't mean anything nor have the longevity for experimenting with, getting to dip into their fantasies is unparalleled pleasure.

If it’s accidental, it’s a pleasant surprise for them both, and Kevin and Allison have that in common - they are both incredibly, heavily turned on by their fuck-buddies feeling satisfied. It happens, where sometimes Kevin just wants to be blown without returning the gesture, or where Allison wants to come without having to put in the effort it takes to give back. More often than not, though, whether it be with each other or with other people, they're most satisfied when the other person is satisfied, too. So when the topic of kinks and turn ons is broached, or accidentally revealed, it doesn't matter that it's Kevin, or that it's Allison. When they've been fucking for long enough that they find themselves discovering these things, they're comfortable enough with each other to not feel embarrassed about what happens when they have sex. If it makes her wet, and it keeps him hard, then it doesn't matter. They don't talk about their sex lives outside of when or where it happens - a kink or two isn't going to change that.

For Kevin, sweet submissive baby boy who just lives to be praised - oh, when Allison finds out, it opens this door for changing their dynamics that she hadn't even realised existed. Kevin gets so turned on that he practically melts, and Allison eats it up like it's the hottest thing she's ever laid eyes on.

They've found themselves standing up against a wall in a bathroom at a party somewhere, too many suggestive looks across the room leading to a desperately desired handjob or two, and Kevin is fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He struggles with it for a second, before pulling the black leather out from it's square frame and Allison offhandedly says good job with a laugh as she trails kisses up his neck and her fingers down his stomach. She feels his reaction to her words before she notices how his eyes glaze over with the thoughts in his head; how he stills at her words, how he's yearning through his sigh when she follows with a knowing whisper of oh, you want me to tell you how good you're being?

Him in her hand, the long acrylic nails of her free hand dragging lines down his neck, Allison feels how needy he is and softly purrs in his ear to tell her how much he wants it. It's not lost on him how she plays with him like putty between her tender fingers, but still he looks into her eyes with his eyebrows knitted into each other, too close to argue; The please that escapes his lips trapped in between a gasp and a moan is rebutted with her sultry say it again. I want to hear that pretty voice beg. It takes the stalling of the rhythm in her working hand before he finds the ability to whimper out his desperate please, please, please. She's using her free hand to hold his face still, their eyes locked together, while he can barely keep himself in one piece. Her thumb is soft over his lips, brushing over little gasps and short breaths, holding him while she whispers a question and he falls apart in her hands.

If Kevin loves to be topped by strong women, Allison loves to hear a man moan. And she’s never heard him like this before, his lips drawn apart just inches from hers, one hand steadying himself against the wall and the other tugging and pawing at the skin of the small of her back. She doesn't let him look away as she guides him to climax with her soft words of gentle praise. How pretty he looks when he's trying his hardest to be quiet, how well he's doing at keeping himself composed.

Allsion doesn't care that she's accidentally unlocked this submissive side of Kevin; firstly, he's hot as hell when he's this desperate, and it's not as if she's going to be leaving that bathroom and calling him a good boy on the court, because that's not how this works. She's fucked him angry and she's fucked him needy - the passion of fulfilled fantasy only working on a different level to anything else.

(When he's caught his breath and started to clean himself up, she washes her hands and admires her work; his rosy cheeks burning up as she watches him in the mirror. She pushes herself up onto the vanity, and when he can finally bare to look at her again, she says I'm proud of you with a playful smile. Kevin covers his face to laugh in semi-embarrassment, his head shaking as he finds himself in between her legs. They don't talk about it too much before he returns the favour.)

Then there's, Allison, sweet Allison, who's interests work in harmony like a perfect composed song. We knows she loves to hear the men she sleeps with, but there's two things that really get her going that more often than not go hand in hand - rough sex, and loud sex. Living in dorms, it's hard to indulge, especially the second, but usually she'll just pull him close, with his lips to her ear or hers to his. Allison gets off on hearing the person she's fucking, and Kevin is not an exception to that.

They've somehow had a stroke of luck - an empty house in Columbia and some time to kill. Kevin is on the edge of the bed, and Allison is facing Kevin while sitting on his lap, her knees resting on either side of him, in a skirt that is already so short that it's barely even there. They're making out, and Kevin isn't really thinking, but he slaps her ass - something he'd done once or twice before, but never that hard, never that loud. Allison sits back, hands on his shoulders with her mouth open wide. She doesn't get the chance to finish her questioning what are you doing? Before his mischievous smile curls around, what, this? as he laughs and does it again. When she stands up off of him in a half-protest, shaking her finger at how close he was getting to really getting her going, he follows her up. He stands in front of her with feigned apologies for his boldness. She leans into his kiss, with arms wrapped tight around her waist, but instead of pouting his lips, he picks her up and throws her back onto the bed while she scream-laughs.

Body over body, on top of her then, a hand finds it's way in between strands of shiny blonde. A hand that she takes into hers, guiding his fist to grasp a handful of her hair. When he doesn't hold it hard enough she tugs it gently, keeping his fist closed with her hand around it. Looking down at her, he purses his lips with an oh that pauses his other hand while it pushes up her skirt to touch her over her panties. Reading him while waiting for the laugh that never comes is agonisingly long, as she braces herself for the mortifying conversation that he was not going to be entertaining it. Instead he waits for her hand to trail away before pulling her head, hard, back into the bed. And when she shuts her eyes and parts her lips in pleasure, he is quick to bring his hand up to her chin, tilting her head back. The two smallest of his fingers fingers tuck themselves neatly behind her ear, the other two tight between her jawline and her cheekbone. The ball of his thumb is resting on her chin. She doesn't stop him when his thumb trails down from her cupid's bow and into her mouth. She doesn't stop him when he takes it out hold it around her throat, either. Kevin is careful to scatter wet bruises down her chest where they won't be seen. When he's standing back to take off his pants and she’s lifting her top over her head, he asks, you want it hard? and she responds do you even fucking have to ask?

Her skirt is up over her hips and her thong down her thighs. He’s on his knees with her legs over his thighs, maybe he’s pinning her hands down above her head with one big hand over her little wrists. Headboard banging, unrestrained volume, handprints on ass cheeks and scratches across spines. Allison gets sex-drunk when he manhandles her. It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s so hot that it’s on fire. It’s eye-rolling, being in a daze afterwards type of fucking. It’s mascara running down cheeks, how the fuck am I supposed to look anyone in the eye after having that done to me type of fucking. It’s needing to have a shower immediately afterwards type of sweaty, messy fucking.

(It’s probably one of the only times they almost/kind of get caught. Not because of the noise, or the sex itself but because of the aftermath. Andrew and Neil clock INSTANTLY the missing and changed details when they regroup - how Kevin’s hair is freshly washed, how Allison has taken her heavy makeup off leaving only a fresh coat of mascara and some lipgloss remaining. How they can barely look at each other in case it reminds them of what has just happened. Their puffy lips, their general daze. Yeah, they fly a little too close to the sun that time - not enough time afterwards to recuperate from an absolutely dirty, filthy, fucking.)

If it's an intentional thing, a discussion about what they're into, and they know before getting into it/it's a conscious choice/it's intentional/some sort of discussion/WHATEVER? There's a few ways I could potentially see it possibly coming up.

A game of Never Have I Ever or some other drinking game with the group and the discussions of kinks come up; Kevin drinks when somebody mentions a praise kink, or being dominated. Allison drinks when somebody mentions liking it rough. Their looks to each other are quick but knowing, Kevin's raised eyebrows when Allison drinks to say she doesn't mind being degraded, the flick of her eyes when he drinks to say he doesn't mind begging for it.

They don't hang around after hooking up, usually. Clean up, get dressed, and leave. That's the routine. But they're talking afterwards for a little while, and the subject of fantasies comes up, and while shes fixing her makeup and tying up her hair she asks him what's the one thing he'd go crazy for. he considers it for a little bit but then gets embarrassed because it's a way harder thing to talk about when you're not actively turned on or drunk. They offer each other tiny pieces as they joke about it, starting tame before they eventually just say it out straight. (she calls him princess when she's leaving and he calls her a slut before she shuts the door.)

They ask each other outright. Kinda similar to accidentally figuring it out but they ask each other for it instead of the other person just doing something and stumbling upon it. Maybe Kevin asks her to tell him how good he feels and she asks why, are you into that? and they like. talk through it . Do you like it when I ask you this? Can I call you this? Do you like it when I tell you you're doing such a good job? Talking through sex can be so hot and even hearing the questions out loud sets the imagination off on a fucking marathon. Maybe Allison asks can you choke me? and he asks her how she likes it before agreeing. Do you like it when I hold you like this? Do you want me to spit in your mouth? Do you want to shut the fuck up and listen to what you do to me? It's a much more thorough discussion than them simply going oh, i think the other person has [blank] kink, so i'm just gonna go ahead and do that. It's a request, instead. Both of them knowing what they want and knowing how to ask for it? Yeaaaahhhh

[emmcfrxst]

do you think charles could be a sub? i dont think ive ever seen him being written as anything other than a dom

oh my god yes. to me charles is 100% a switch. he’s such an accommodative/adaptive lover because nothing really matters to him except for having you close to him, in his arms, where you belong. he’s really not one to fight for dominance like AT ALL, he follows your lead and listens to your needs so every single moment of sexual intercourse is different and special. there is no repeat with charles; he’s so willing to do anything that pleases you (because it pleases HIM to please YOU) that sex is a new experience every time. the only constant is the love and care he puts into it, and honestly he’s more than happy to let you take the reigns so you can use his body in the way that makes you feel the best physically, but also emotionally and spiritually

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Hello unit 4402, thank you for luxiem hcs.

In this PSA i'd like to announce that:

-i'd kiss shu's hair

-style it with dozens of cute hairclips

-braid it

-do some hair care routine

-and play with it gently till he falls asleep

This PSA is brought to you by 🍰 anon

tags: smut under read more, fluff, domestic, drabble, gender neutral reader

⚠️ nsfw under the read more. content under read more is not intended for minors.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[heavy sigh. heartstruck swoon.] he seriously has the prettiest hair in the world and i want him to know that sm

GOD imagine finally convincing him to take a self-care day on one of his rest days and just helping him take care and washing his hair for him while you shower together. tying it up out of the way before cooking dates and then once you get started you can’t not pay attention to how the back of his neck is exposed. aaaah and whenever you’re in a clingy mood while he streams, he lets you play with his hair and by the time the stream ends he has all these cute little braids at the back of his head

shu gives me vibes like he wouldn’t ask for attention 24/7 but acts clingy and loves being the center of your attention like nothing else. and i know in the root of my soul he would fucking purr whenever you play with his hair. he soaks your touch up like a sponge, leans into it, lets his eyes close and just relax because your hands in his hair is his happy place. and if you play with it while cuddling and he has nowhere to go he’ll always return to you as close as he can because it feels so good, so good, don’t stop, i love you

and pulling his hair would make all sorts of pretty sounds fitting for such a pretty man. his neck is sensitive, and when you scoop up his hair only to tug it down his back arches so beautifully and he can’t help that it goes straight to his dick. his moan is deep. he’s tongue-tied, can barely think straight, but when he finds his words again it’s all pleading. “aah, please don’t stop.” he needs to be in you, or you in him, he doesn’t care anymore, just do it again, don’t leave him hanging out to dry like this when he’s already leaking

you can guide him to just about anything if you tug him just right. lower his head to your crotch and he’ll start licking, no questions asked. as long as you keep his raven soft hair in your grasp he’ll chase after you with his tongue even when he knows that’s naughty. and when you reward him for being such a good boy by combing your fingers through his messy hair he only goes faster around your warmth, desperate to please. your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp is fuel for the fire. he needs to please you like how you’re pleasing him

[saetoru]

i think taking a break from writing smut for like almost a year has been rly refreshing bc i think it made me stop questioning if my writing is interesting without sex and just write it how i want. and then tbh a part of me has realized i like writing without the sex half the time. it’s nice. it’s fun to explore intimacy in as many non sexual ways as you can

[robinette-green]

I have to write smut for smut club today. Because it’s due tomorrow.

😅 whoops.

A lightly steamy Sun and Moon short story is in the works today I guess.

[summercourtship]

So I do want to write the smut extras but I also have been thinking about writing scenes from STBOTDI but from an alternative perspective

Would Anyone Care if I did that lol

(Or, if you have ideas for scenes you’d like to see the other POV in, lemme know.)

[tanjir0se]

Ok can I ask a nsft question

What the FUCK am I supposed to call cum in fiction? I cannot bring myself to write out the word cum because it’s stupid and feels so juvenile but for the love of GOD what else is there. Jizz?? Nut??? God forbid SEMEN???? WHY is there not a good fucking euphemism ?? Help me .

[oops-all-stephen]

Having just read your passionate post about how you feel about Stephen, and that he has a huge, loving heart (I couldn't agree more! and I believe that BC gets that about Stephen), I'd like to ask: what sort of shipping fics would be to your taste? Some of us out here might have some good recs for you.🦋

Omg hi!! Yes I, too, think Benedict is so crucial to Stephen’s depth and growth as a character in the MCU. And his beautiful heart, of course <3. I love how much he cares about his character and how hard he fought for him while filming MoM. I personally can’t imagine anyone else being Stephen; he’s just so lovely. (And I definitely can’t imagine any other actor fighting as hard for Stephen as Ben!)

Ah, but as for your question! Hhhh. Where to begin… I love all Stephen ships, I love the dynamic he has with any character and I so badly wish to see them explored more, I love any sexuality headcanon about Stephen so I don’t mind if he’s shipped with women, or men, etc….. It’s really just difficult to find fics that center on Stephen and not Stephen and someone else or…. just that someone else. Maybe I’m being greedy because I only have eyes for him, but really, any fanfic recommendations in which Stephen is loved and appreciated by any Marvel character and is the center focus of the fic is great and fun and I would love to see it <3.

Oh, but I ain’t new to this fandom, despite my rather recent account. I’ve scoured them tags on ao3 for a long while now, filtered them through hell and back, so believe me when I say that….

If you can find something Stephen-centric and shippy that I have not read, it would certainly impress me.

If you want to, of course. (Or anyone else.) No pressure. I’m just happy someone asked me things!! Speaking of which, anonymous (who I’m pretty sure I know), I want you to know I’ve spent all the hours since you sent this ask deliberating how best to answer you. Because I’m anxious and deranged and accustomed to happily lurking in fandom spaces instead of venturing out and conversing with other fans of my interests. Well. Anyway. Anonymous, I think I love you, thank you for the ask, and good bye!!

[digimonloving]

sealsdramon x fem!tamer spice? 👀

Sealsdramon x Fem!Tamer NSFT

CW: 18+ ONLY, minors dni. Grinding, dry humping, fingering (fem-receiving), teasing, strap-on sex (fem-receiving), choking/strangling (consensual)

Sealsdramon doesn’t seek the pleasures of the flesh very often, but that doesn’t mean they don’t dislike it or are opposed to it. Quite the opposite, in fact. It’s… quite enjoyable. Especially with their tamer being how she was about it.

She was always the one to initiate any sexual intimacy but by the time things got started, she seemed to give most of the control to her Digimon partner. They were more than happy to oblige, of course. It was confusing at first. They didn’t really know what exactly she wanted, but the more they had these intimate moments with eachother, the more Sealsdramon learned.

They started off teasing at first, fingers rubbing firmly against her crotch, occasionally giving firmer prods. Sealsdramon’s optics constantly scanned over their tamer for signs of approval or disapproval, even with the things they had learned were okay. They didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

The teasing eventually became more purposeful. If she wanted something from Sealsdramon, she would have to ask for it. Perhaps even beg for it, depending on how they were feeling this particular time around. She seemed to enjoy being demanded to beg in order to get any further pleasure, shuddering and rasping out her requests almost pathetically.

Sealsdramon would rile her up further by pulling her close and grinding their own crotch harshly up into hers, studying her reactions still. They loved to see how she squirmed and tensed and curled into them in hopes of more. She would occasionally hold onto them close as she dry humped and pleaded for insertion.

They obliged, of course. Every time. Sealsdramon would reach a hand down their tamer’s pants and tease her clit before reaching for her folds and dipping them into her vagina. One finger at a time. Slowly pumping them and occasionally pulling them back out to stimulate her clit again.

Toys eventually became involved. Sealsdramon’s tamer so badly wanted to feel like she was being “properly fucked”, in her own words. She and Sealsdramon invested in a strap with various attachments, and she was never more excited to jump right into it.

Strap-on attached, Sealsdramon would remove their tamer’s pants and undergarments both, standing behind her as they rubbed the toy through her thighs and right up against her, after adding proper lubrication of course. The sounds she made were lovely…

Sealsdramon’s tamer eventually began to bend over, softly pleading for more. They knew what this meant.

Carefully, Sealsdramon pushed the toy inside of their tamer, giving gentle thrusts to help her adjust before she eventually pushed back against it and demanded to be fucked. Again, they obliged.

Sealsdramon humped against their tamer, listening to her moans and little requests. At one point she asked to be… choked? And while they didn’t understand, they still obliged. She groaned out and gasped happily in response and… Sealsdramon found themself enjoying it too. It felt… empowering, almost. Plus… their tamer loved it. And if she loved it, surely it was worth doing.

This ended up becoming the new norm between the two whenever they got sexual, but of course, Sealsdramon still started with the basics from before the toys. It was fun, after all, and watching their tamer rock her hips against them so desperately… it was cute.

[rodolfoparras]

*appears on the tl* let’s say I have a fic with anal beads….would u be interested or is it out of ur kink zone

[lottiecrabie]

I’d honestly rather you say throbbing bc it’s getting a bit repetitive

ok well you write the smut lol