#and for many many reasons for me there is simply no one sexier

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

in my humble opinion, Rick Grimes is the sexiest character of all time. i will be taking no questions at this time. thank you.

[loveunto1d]

Empty thoughts just rough sex with dilf Bang Chan ☝️🎀

no because e x a c t l y! dilf!chris loves that he gets to have you in ways that no one else has before and takes so much pride in what you've created together that he's almost insatiable because of it, always chasing the high of those precious feelings you've given him. i have SO many thoughts...i'll share a few before i spare you of my otherwise extensive list

pairing: dilf!bang chan x wife!reader

dilf!chris who loves his kids (and you) more than anything but who not-so-secretly dislikes the fact that he has to be so careful about when and where he can fuck you, so he goes out of his way to create as many opportunities as possible

dilf!chris who sneaks off and tells the kids that he's helping mommy with the laundry with the knowledge that the sound of the machine might help drown out the sound of him pounding into you, especially if he bends you over it so that it at least sounds like the noises are coming from the right spot.

dilf!chris who also tells the kids to go play in the living room while you're cooking "because it's not safe to roughhouse near the cooktop or the oven". the real reason is that he wants some privacy to be able to grind his dick against his wife's ass and tell her how hard he's going to fuck her once the little ones are asleep.

dilf!chris who books lavish hotel rooms on date nights just so that he doesn't have to worry about being quiet. and since you don't have to worry about interruptions there, you can go for however many rounds he decides. never less than three.

dilf!chris who hires a part time nanny who he pays generously so that he can feed his craving anytime he wants since they'll always cancel on other families for the money they'll get from watching the bang children if an extended family member's not around to do it.

dilf!chris who has two preferred ways of helping you relax: eating you out or fucking you dumb. he spoils you with other things to help in this regard, too, but he's selfish and likes it better when he's involved.

dilf!chris who's so easy to rile up by simply telling him that you want him to cum inside of you; him calling you his greedy slut while his hand wraps around your throat each time you do is something you've started to crave. "gonna put another baby in you since you love being so full of me."

dilf!chris who prefers missionary because it gives him better access to your face and he's got a bit of a thing for grabbing your jaw while he asks if you're sure you want another one or if you're just feeling so fucked out that you don't really know any better.

dilf!chris who, despite preferring missionary, regularly fucks you in front of the mirror just so that he can tell you how beautiful you are and force you to look, too. he praises you even more now that you've had his kids. while other moms worry whether their husbands are still attracted to them after birthing children, you know that you're even sexier to your husband now based on the way he treats you like rarely found, highly favored prey.

dilf!chris who forgets that fucking you in front of the mirror in itself doesn't really do anything for you when he's pulling your hair so hard that the angle your of your head makes it nearly impossible for you to see your reflection. at least you can look up and see his pretty eyes looking right back at you, though.

maybe i'll come back to this and add more of my thoughts eventuallyyyy

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 22: In The Line of Duty

Prompt: "Why are we doing this again?"

For the anon who asked about Mulder buttoning his shirt wrong and Scully fixing it: Skinner needs Mulder and Scully's help with a case—but first, Mulder needs help getting dressed properly. Rating: T, wc: 892.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

He stumbles over his running shoes, kicking them away. It’s too early, too dark. He could switch on another light, but that feels too easy—his brain's still waking up.

It’s a wonder he and Scully didn’t trip over his shoes last night. That could have ended badly. They fell into bed anyway but for sexier reasons. He smiles to himself, remembering it. Or the night before that.

By now, there have been many nights. And the occasional daytime nookie. They’re making up for the last couple of years and he’s not complaining.

However, Scully is complaining – at least this morning. They’re running late and it’s his fault. But who can blame him for stealing another kiss after they brushed their teeth? Scully wasn’t complaining half an hour ago.

“Are you done?” she asks, walking into his bedroom with a cup of coffee. Good thing she came prepared last night—since they have to catch the first flight out, there’s no time for her to go home and grab a change of clothes.

Skinner couldn’t have known that when he called, asking them to help out in North Carolina. Mulder had made a noncommittal noise when their boss asked him to contact Agent Scully. Said agent, stark naked, had been lying right next to him, listening in on the call.

“I’m ready,” he says now, reaching for the cup of coffee. The rim’s painted with her lipstick and it makes him smile. He takes a sip, needing the extra rush of energy. He’s convinced Scully will fall asleep on their flight to North Carolina, but he doubts he’s that lucky.

“Oh, Mulder.” Scully looks at him, laughing. He stares back with big eyes and a questioning expression on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No.” She’s still laughing.

“What is it?” Her laugh is too infectious and he can’t help but laugh too.

“You buttoned your shirt all wrong.” Her voice is as soft as her nimble fingers. She opens each button again, and his sleepy body starts waking up in all the wrong places.

“Um,” he says when a fingertip grazes his chest.

“Sorry,” she mumbles.

“I’m not,” he says. “Just sorry that we don’t have time to get undressed now.”

“We’ve only just got dressed. Well, one of us did.” She’s smiling as she’s re-buttoning his shirt and so is he. He can’t be sure she’s doing it on purpose, but every now and then, her fingers touch him. Too bad there’s an undershirt in between her skin and his.

“I tried to be quick.”

“You’re better when you take your time.” Her chuckle is deep and sensual, causing him to sweat and be on high alert. They simply don’t have the time. Maybe he can try something on the plane. Before she falls asleep on him. As soon as she’s in a moving vehicle, Scully is ready for a nap.

“Why are we doing this again?” He doesn’t want to sound like a petulant child, but with her fingers playing him expertly, and him half-dressed, it’s difficult.

“Skinner asked for our expertise,” Scully reminds him. “He needs our help.”

“But does it have to be such an early flight?”

“Mulder, Skinner has helped us more times than we can count. Don’t you think we owe him?” She’s not done buttoning his shirt, but now she glances up at him. Her eyes are serious and he knows that she’s right. He nods and accepts his fate. If only her fingers weren’t so talented. Or her skin so soft. Her scent so intoxicating.

“I know where your mind is,” she says. It’s not difficult to guess, he figures, when he half groans after her hand accidentally – or not – brushes against his penis.

“Can you blame me?” His voice hasn’t been this high in decades. “This is torture, Scully.”

“There’s always later.” It sounds like a promise. Judging by how flushed she looks, he doubts she’s as unaffected by touching him as she pretends to be.

She finishes with the last button and gently pats his stomach. As torturous as it has been, he misses her fingers as soon as they’re gone.

“Am I presentable?” Mulder asks.

“Almost.” Scully points at his shirt, motioning for him to tuck it in.

“You don’t want to do it?” He winks at her before neatly adjusting his shirt, her eyes following his every movement. He wonders if they ever stray below the waistline. Once he’s done, they exchange a look. It’s not even light out, but they already look like their professional selves.

“We should get going. We can’t miss our flight.” He carries both their bags while Scully locks the door behind them. It occurs to him how normal this it. Getting ready together in the morning – or in the middle of the night, as it were – and leaving the house. Together. He leans down, taking the time to press a kiss against her lips.

“What was that for?” she asks, surprised, but happy.

“Just because I-” love you. But that’s not what he says. Instead, he smiles at her. “Because I wanted to. Now let’s get going.”

“What is this case about again?” She’s yawning. So much for the planned hanky-panky on the plane.

“Something about a biochemist that died under mysterious circumstances,” he explains, shifting into work mode.

[amymbona]

hey! :-) just wanted to say that I love your work <3

Also, I was wondering if you listen to Ariana Grand for at least her newest album cause “I wish I hated you” gives me failedmarriage!au with Patrick & I would love to see you bring that to life

no worries if you choose not to <3 love your work!!!

Hiii you're so so so kind I'm sending you lots of kisses! :33333 🫶🫶🫶🫶

I don't really listen to Ariana but took a look at the lyrics and get exactly what you mean! Failed marriage is one of the best angsty tropes that there is and I always eat that up. All the years spent together that crumbled into smithereens, and suddenly the bed next to you is empty.

Life without Patrick is so empty to you. Despite having to move on and continue going to work every day, as if nothing as happened, your days feel infinitely more boring, more meaningless. There's nobody waiting for you with a cup of warm tea and there is nobody you could wake and make dinner for. Nobody's watching the sports channel on TV and you don't have to race to the bathroom each morning because there is one who would spend half an hour applying the right amount of gel into their hair.

Nobody steals your blankets and hugs you when you're cold anymore. You haven't felt the touch of another person in weeks, aside from your overly friendly coworker who's always eager for a high five. Nobody has stroked your hair nor kissed you when you cried, clutching onto the last bits of your husband... Ex husband.

The sheets don't smell like him anymore, there's not a single clothing article of his in your wardrobe, aside from two pairs of sneakers that are too small his feet anyway, so he never asked you to send them his way. His coffee cup is gone too, the one you got him at a charity shop, with a little best husband written on the front side.

He generously allowed you to stay in the apartment, insisting he's rich enough to buy two more houses and saying he travels a lot anyway so it would be pointless if he kept the home you shared, only collected his personal belongings and left. All traces of him are gone, aside the two pairs of shoes, the printed pictures of you two that you had to hide into the depths of your closet (for your own sanity), a few pieces of jewellery and the other precious gifts, and, of course, the wedding ring now hidden in the drawer or your bedside table.

It would be stupid to claim you're over Patrick, because it's obvious you aren't. Your friends see it, your family sees it. They know you're fucking miserable, unable to function without that man by your side. And does anyone actually blame you? You two had been together for so many years, you were not only each other's partners but also best friends, supporters, lovers... You used to be each other's everything.

And what hurts the most is the absurd reason of your break up, the mutual understanding that you simply can't fulfilling whatever there was expected from this marriage. The mutual agreement of deciding to split ways because Patrick's career is at its peak and he doesn't have as much as time for you as he used to. Not that it ever made him love you less. Quite the contrary, he learned to savour each and every moment spent with you, each time he got to hold you in his arm and smell the vanilla shampoo from your hair.

But he knew that you were hurting, that you couldn't just take a month long break from your work and travel the world with him (even though he offered to provide for the both of you, confidently trying to convince you that he'd love nothing more than for you to be his stay at home life and just look pretty and cook for him). He knew you were missing him deeply, that you were - even when you claimed not to - jealous he'd find a prettier, wealthier and sexier woman and fall for her. Because he had the reputation of a ladies' men, and you knew what he was once like during high school. But despite all of that, he always remained loyal.

Patrick always wanted the best for you, even though you couldn't quite see it, and that is why he had to break up with you. Perhaps it was selfish, but he couldn't bear to see you like that. It broke his heart to hear you cry to him on the phone about how much you missed him, how much you wished he was next to you. And he could never give you all of that. He knew you should find somebody who could give you everything you need. Someone who wasn't him.

[storiesoflilies]

HIIIII LILY!!!!!!!! ok ok for your game :))

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished? - for ‘as we fall, time is broken’ !!!!!!!!

(can you tell i literally have not stopped thinking abt that fic HAHAHAHAHA im so curious how you came up with the idea vs how you started vs the final product !!!!!!)

ok also im cheating and asking 2 >:) but WHAT WAS YOUR FAV LINE FROM IT???? i have a few [many] but i wanna hear yours :’)

HOPE YOURE HAVING A GREAT DAY LOVE YOU MWAH

AHHHHH QUINN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH N I’M SOSOSOSOSOSO HAPPY THAT YOU STILL LOVE THE FIC <3333

now to answer the ask!!!

no, nothing major changed during the writing process. i was absolutely in love with the idea of the whole story, and i knew i did not want to deviate from the final outcome.

more under the cut to keep the post short lol :3

ask game.

as for how i came up with it, i dont even knowwww hahaha. i don’t know why, but the song ‘wake up call’ by nothing but thieves really inspired me shape up the ideaeven though the lyrics n most of the song (except the chorus) dont really fit the vibe. but you know what, it worked haha, and you asked how i thought of the story so there you go. and honestly i have always wanted to write a vampire story that explored how unfeeling they are as creatures. how some of them feel too much or too little. i wanted readers to really question just how much of the love was even real in the first place, or if it ever was love.

now the only thing i suppose i changed was i didn’t write a smut scene. and the only reason why i didn’t was i simply wasn’t in the mood to write one!! i think allusions to smut are sexier anyways :3

AND NOW FOR MY FAVORITE LINES!!!

• he offered her his hand like salvation, his palm facing the heavens.

(the first woman from long ago screamed.

you will not survive this - him.)

- i’m aware this isn’t one line but oh wellll i adored this part!!

• the darting squid would watch her with their bulbous, intelligent eyes. they used to speak to her once, wrap their tentacles around her throat and tell her stories of creatures from the depths even she had dared not go to.

- i think there’s something so mystical and inspiring about how the squid once spoke to her, and idk the part about their tentacles wrapping around her throat really shook me to my core (and i wrote the damn thing lol).

• she was sparing him from the fire and silver, so eager to take his place and save him from haunting the seas.

i mean, enough said really haha. i felt very big brained writing this one :3

now what are YOUR favorite lines my darling?!?!? i musssssst know!!!

much love,

Lily xo

[mermaidsirennikita]

I've been reading some somewhat older (late 90s to early 2010s) historical romances lately, and like... they were so much sexier?

And it's not that these books were soooOOOOOooo explicit, because they aren't, necessarily (although it's not like they're tame, either). They don't get super creative in terms of kink, or even acts like anal play.

But it honestly feels way less self conscious, in a lot of ways. Stephanie Laurens is famous for writing loooong sex scenes, but her sex scenes just also... it never feels like she's COUNTING. She's not self conscious. It never feels like these scenes are things her characters wouldn't do. Scandal's Bride has like... legit somewhere around 7 sex scenes in a 400 page paperback, with many alluded to scenes otherwise? Whereas in the preceding book, A Gentleman's Vow... it's still a lot hotter than many historicals today, lol. But it's not as many sex scenes, at all. Because how could Vane and Patience, who are unmarried and in a house full of people looking for scandal, have sex whenever they want? Like they do it a lot, but while Richard and Catriona in SB are married fairly on in the book, they aren't very good at talking about their feelings (whereas Patience and Vane are better at expressing their feelings, they just aren't on the same page) which leads to them expressing their emotions much more... physically.

And the thing is that there is zero self-consciousness in Laurens's writing. It doesn't feel CONSTRUCTED. Although there are absolutely many writers who do write great sex scenes today... In some cases, I feel as if they are either being restrained, or writing sex scenes simply to create a BookTok Moment. And neither approach really works for me, because in both cases they are unnatural. If you're holding back because you want your book to be safe for the hesitant romcom crowd, you're not writing what you want to write. If you're creating a moment just to be a Moment, you're not writing what you want to write. Nor are you following what the characters would do.

Like I said, there is a lot... of activity... in Scandal's Bride. But it's absolutely consistent with the tone of the story, the humor, the way Catriona and Richard interact. It's GREAT. It's funny, it's ribald, it's entertaining. It is true to Laurens's style.

I can say the same of the MacKenzie books by Jennifer Ashley. The Duke's Perfect Wife, for example--Hart and Eleanor just do things... to do them. They're passionate about each other. I see this book critiqued because we get a lot of previous allusions to Hart's "tastes", but the novel ends with him just introducing Eleanor to his preferences--which makes sense, because she's inexperienced in general (and another reason which makes his restraint pretty understandable). To me, this felt totally natural, and consistent with his insecurities, his fears of scaring her off, and again, her level of experience. Eventually, they will clearly be freaks together. The novel never shames him for his interests. But they're not quite ready for the level of intensity that I think readers have become used to because of this need to have A Moment, and I think Ashley was honestly following the natural path there, versus being encouraged to tone it down (and again, I think agents and publishers ABSOLUTELY have encouraged authors to tone it down in some cases--I know of one specific case. But I don't think that's ALWAYS what happens.).

As I wrote all of the above, I thought of a book that is totally unrestrained, wild, and maybe? Over the top compared to the heroine's experience--Kresley Cole's Lothaire, which does feature a virgin heroine getting preeeeetty intense pretty early. But like--the degree of things that lead up to the Big Thing ramp up, she's not actually a babe in the woods, and this is a paranormal romance about a certifiable vampire. That's part of it all, to me. You're not just trusting the character beats, you're trusting and aligning with the tone of the books. Kresley Cole can go crazy with her paranormals because the rest of the book is crazy (and Scandal's Bride has a similar thing, imo).

I do think that as romance has become a more competitive, heavily saturated market, there is this struggle and pressure to stand out, which has created some artificiality re: Moments. And that's why these older books ring truer for me.

[invinciblerodent]

I both welcome the Iona posting, love your consistent pro bisexual stance and get that sometimes you just gotta seek out the worst take of your life, because brains are weird. Have a great day

Aww, thank you, that's so sweet! ❤️❤️ I'm glad you enjoy both those things- I can say with certainty that it will all continue, lol.

I mean, how could it not. Have you seen this woman?

Have you beheld her little face? Witnessed her (bisexual) swag and cute new outfit? Caressed her sweet cheeks (and i'm talking about both face-cheeks and butt-cheeks) with a tender, loving touch? No?

Well, you should. So hop on that.

..... but jokes aside, honestly, while it is sometimes just very simply funny (or even somewhat cathartic in a way) to read the completely off the wall, buck wild takes that some people may post, I do find it to be semi-important (at least to me personally), to have at least a cursory awareness of as many possible reads of a piece of media as it's.... I guess feasible to be aware of. Mostly as a way to try and step outside of the paradigm in which I know I normally exist, but sometimes also just as a way to sort of check myself, and confirm that at least I don't seem to have X bias, or haven't misread something by that much, lol.

Like, I was still taught (rigorously, over and over again, in every single class I have ever taken that had anything to do with literary-/media-analysis) that as long as you can find confirmation of your interpretation within the base text and aren't explicitly contradicted by other parts of it, any subjective interpretation can be just as valid as another. So it always fascinates me a bit when I see someone ignore this very basic tenet, and kind of pick and choose which bits of the base text (whatever that "text" may be) they want to take into account, and which parts they want to ignore for no reason other than that it doesn't fit their view.

How unwilling certain people are to change their minds if the text happens to contradict their initial assumptions, that's just so wild to me.

I'm obviously not saying that any base text would be prefect and without flaws or potential contradictions, but so often, the fervor with which people can cling to certain interpretations (even if they're contradicted consistently at every turn, are called out for bigotry in it, and their theories fall apart at the first deeper glance) is just so interesting.

I'm not exactly sure where I'm really going with this, it's quite late and I'm a bit loopy- I'm kind of just rambling a little bit at you and can't think of a way to end this, so look at my pretty, shrewd, slimy vixen of a woman instead.

I bet Astarion even calls her a vixen sometimes. Like I may see her as more similar to a weasel if we're going for animal symbolism (small. semi-feral. cute little face. will absolutely fuck you up.), but a fox is undoubtedly a more flattering comparison. Plus, "oh, you vixen❤️" is definitely a far sexier thing to purr into one's lover's ear than "my darling little weasel❤️".

[f1-stuff]

hi! gn...i wonder how do you manage to write smut scenes so hot using not that many words? how do you make it sound so sexy? i kind of like to write smut but mine seems flat and not really emotional :/

omg hi... my answer ended up being long so it's under the cut!

First of all, thank you - I'm not sure that anyone feels 100% happy with the smut that they write (or even 50% happy lol), and I am definitely included in that group. I often cringe when I read back my own writing, and I think there will always be room to grow. Also, just to get this out of the way, "good smut" is entirely subjective and there are many different types of smut that can be good, but my answer is gonna lean toward the kind I write, for obvious reasons.

All of that being said, and with the understanding that I need to take my own advice 😅, I think a lot of times, less is more. It can feel like you need to be really descriptive to get across what you're imagining in your head, but oftentimes, all of the descriptive stuff starts coming across as a bit clinical, and distracts from the emotion of the moment. Some description is necessary, but I also have to remind myself sometimes that in this moment, the character whose perspective I'm in probably wouldn't be cataloguing every little thing happening after a certain point - they would be swept up in the moment and likely not thinking with their brain anymore lol.

Maybe the most important part of the best smut (imo) is the characters connecting. Never forget that these are two (or more) people doing something incredibly intimate together, even if the characters aren't necessarily thinking about that or acknowledging it. So sometimes, it's good to introduce moments of pause/introspection, or just moments where the characters are simply connecting on an emotional level, amidst all the physical stuff. I also like to try and come up with specific things that each character likes, whether it's related to their personality/kinks/etc. I think this helps bring the characters to life and makes the smut more personal and unique, which makes it feel more real.

In terms of my process, I always try to write a smut scene all the way through, without stopping or getting interrupted (which is sometimes outside of your control). I feel like writing it that way helps to get me into the moment and helps me better flow from one thing to the next, as if I were there and the natural next thing would be to...etc. Also, remind yourself of all the senses: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell... I wanna feel like I'm there! But that doesn't mean including all those senses all the time. Just remember that sometimes the sound of something or the feel of something etc. can be sexier than the actual thing, and that maybe describing those elements instead of the mechanics of something could take the smut to the next level.

After that, I usually give it a day and go back to read it with fresh eyes. This is when I cringe-read through whatever I wrote the first time lol. But that's totally normal (at least in my experience)! Then, I sort of tweak things to either add more description, or add in the moments of pause/introspection/connection I mentioned before. There's no limit to how many times I might re-read and edit a fic, so it's safe to assume that I've probably edited a smut scene some 20 times before it gets posted anywhere.

Reading smut that you really enjoy and trying to pick apart what you like about it can be helpful. But I also think that ultimately, to write your own, you have to find a way to connect with the characters and make the reader connect with them too. Even in smut that doesn't involve 'romance,' the characters are still feeling something, whether it be excitement, anger, a sense of power, a lack of control - whatever! Find what's motivating the characters, imbue that in the writing, and it'll help bring the smut to life :)

[impeccablebackside]

what made you realize that you were sexually into the queens of "cats"?

Real and legitimate answer anon: 1998 Rumpleteazer. Even if it may not immediately seem like it now given the array of content in the nearly 700 posts on this blog, she is the source for all of this. I love her dearly, and she is what initially drew me into thirst thoughts about the characters / queens. She is the reason for all of this horniness. I looked at Jo Gibb in '98 after the second time watching the film and mentally said to myself: 'See that cat over there? I want to fuck that', and here we are. Seeing Jo as Rumple in the 98 film awakened things in me that have not waned at all since. Perhaps it is weird to admit seeing something like that and thinking quite quickly, 'Oh wow, I want to fuck her', but it is what it is anon. She is / was hot as all hell, and the adorable factor helped big time for me to start lusting.

The myriad of ass shots in the film certainly helped me become even more infatuated with 98 Rumple too. With tact, being able to appreciate her body from multiple angles (and of course the best ass-shot ever in the butt wiggles that are my blog header) made me want to fuck her and the thoughts (alongside this blog) grew from there. This blog initially included Vic, Tanto, and Cass before Bomba and Deme were quickly roped in to the fun.

To add in some reasons as to exactly why, it is not very complicated. It simply ends up boiling down to how much the musical satisfies many of my fetishes. The queens in the show give me everything I have ever needed and wanted. The characters themselves are intriguing, the actors are dressed up in what could be deemed cosplay (which is wonderfully skintight), they are anthropomorphic kitty cats, and they always have a super hot actor portraying them. It just conflates nearly all of my sexual preferences into one spot.

There is just something utterly compelling about the combination of makeup, wig, and unitard that drives me wild as well. I am someone who does not think the makeup detracts at all from the beauty of any given actor, and I would say that it even enhances some of them. I do think most actors are sexier in costume, and while it could be deemed to sort of raise questions in me, I openly embrace it. It is simply due how inherently 'showy' the lycra is too, where every curve is displayed in the most arresting of fashions. Where relatively little is left for the imagination, but just enough for your mind to go wild with thoughts. I exist for how fucking magnificent all the actors / queens look in costume. The way their asses and thighs are shown off give me a euphoric level of life unlike anything else. That is probably the honest reason anon - 98 Rumple's perfect round ass in costume (with the song costume showing if off even more).

Most of the thoughts on this blog started as an extension of wanting to fuck any given actor while they are in costume, and it has grown in a way to cutting straight to simply wanting to fuck any queen as a general concept in a way if that makes sense. However, all the ideas are still founded completely on my personal vision of what any character looks like, which borrows heavily from actors who have portrayed the queens in the past. The lust is / was basically about people dressed as cats, but it would be difficult and disingenuous to say the thoughts have not grown to include what the queens would be like in real life if they existed removed from someone simply in costume. At this point, it is mostly the latter, with actors acting as a continual bridge to the fantasy.

[tacky-optic]

I SAY BEHOLD BEHOLD OUR RAMBLES WITH YOUR PUNY MORTAL EYES, RANDOM INTERNET PEOPLE. IF UR DOWN THIS FAR Y'ALL SIGNED UP FOR THIS A LOOONG TIME AGO!!! but i really do appreciate this btw. its a genuine pleasure having the ceo/phd holder of luzeni go absolutely ham on my silly little post lol

anyway sending u a letter delicately sealed with an exquisite wax stamp pressed with a design of luzeni making out mega nasty style. yes there is carefully concealed old man yaoi inside

_ so many delicious hypotheticals, goddamn. having this mega sad edgelord noir detective zenigata blush a lil when this friggin' gyuhuhu-ass guy wearing an obnoxiously bright jacket crawls into his window is such a fantastic mental image. there's a reason i have this hyper-idealized image of this god forsaken schrodinger's koike zeni movie in my noggin because THATS WHERE YOU'D GET THE REAL NASTY SHIT. they had it right there-- reciting romeo and juliet and wanton declarations of violence via shooting to kill. that got to me man. right here. in my very real heart that i'm pointing to.

there's permanence in their impermanence, i think. same vein as that "stability in instability" take i already blathered about. their refusal to maintain anything concrete is their truce.

_ i personally think zeni cares about his bosses and the people he has to surround himself with (just so he has the resources to get closer to capturing lupin) a little bit. maybe 'flipping off' isnt the most accurate way of putting it but he would get some sensation out of proving them wrong, or just proving something, anything at all. he is SO praise-deprived. dude starts openly full-body bawling the second anyone tells him he did something, like, a little bit okay lmao. very pathetic wet cat behavior. zenigata is too human, he cares too much. every single aspect of him is simply a lot. in those moments where his full-throttle lupin-fixating is on the backburner, any bit of validation that lets him know he isn't wasting his life on this pursuit wracks him right to his goddamn core. stokes the fire, makes him work ten times as hard. as long as all of it circles back into fueling the Chase, its solid :thumbsup:

but maybe that's more of a pt 2/certain specials thing, i dunno. it weaseled its way into my brain somehow s'all i can say lol. either way its in his character dna. like you said there's just so many different versions of him, all with different extremes that somehow manage to maintain his core characterization. but holy shit moments where he does not give even a SINGLE SHIT are some of my favorites. pt 1 finale where he has that big-ass tantrum "I'M NOT GONNA GO ALONG WITH YOUR DUMBASS PLAN" and then the commish is like "DAMN RIGHT YOU FUCKING WON'T, YOU'RE DEMOTED" and then zeni smashes a chair or some shit. i think a golf club was involved?? whatever. "IM DOING THIS MY WAY. IF I FAIL I QUIT. TEA TIME'S OVER MOTHERFUCKER." its peak

_ "Let Lupin rot in jealousy and desire and the anger of not being the focal point of everything". as a chronic jigzeni obsessor this sings to me. i froth at the mouth over this. it really is difficult to concoct jigzeni without lupin peeking his ugly little freaknasty imp head in there because man, he really is so deeply integral to their lives (as he should be! as much as he simultaneously does and doesn't deserve it he is our mc.) but it IS possible. in my heart of hearts it is doable and it freaks all of them the fuck out. what a beautiful subversion-- it's not the guy, but the guy-adjacent. and the guy does not like that because it really is really sexy. sexier than he could've had it, which, wtf. that's not.... that's not right.

i think it boils down to jigen and zenigata just straight up not caring for once. which is all chill for jigen but inherently easier said than done for zenigata. i think that's where most of the hold-up stems from for some ppl. there's this one fic (sry i keep linking fics and i feel like i'm giving out homework waghhh) that i think about a lot where jigen's just perfect. like can we please just forget about him for ten fucking seconds??

unfortunately zeni could not forget in that fic. but if he did? mm. good shit. get bent, lupin. or not i guess. its jigen's turn, oops. better luck next timeline

i have unprompted lupin-esque questions pop into my stream of conscious, interrupting my day-to-day wholesale, and one of them is "damn. does lupin only have three companions because zenigata never caved and joined him". like what kind of question is that??

i think its one of the more recurring ones because the sorta lines in lupin tv/films that're like "kinda surprising you're a cop" or "you'd fit in real well with us" or, the wombo combo of the two, "your skills are wasted on your job" really dig into my brain and won't feckin' leave.

in a lot of iterations, jigen and goemon meet lupin when they're tasked with killing him. fujiko's essentially his other rival. and yet, despite whatever the rest of the gang may be doing or whoever they pledge themselves to or whatever other jobs they might take on they always wind up right next to lupin again. on the same team, even.

and then there's zenigata. the sole obstinate holdout. they truce, they save each other's lives, have an avengers bonus credit scene shawarma lunch, etc etc. yet he isn't *with* them. he dips after they stop some evil billionaire from blowing up a city for some asinine power/profit grab or whatever the fuck, shouting that he'll "get them next week" while comically shaking his fist at the sky, and jigen rolls his eyes for the dozenth time and goes "that guy'll never change, will he". no jigen, he won't. when things calm down he'll sit alone in his office and do paperwork for all the property damage he caused with lupin & co. like he always does.

lupin and zenigata prefer it that way, obviously. they know their roles and how to play them. zenigata's too good to be a cop but he's also too good to be with lupin. lupin will kill in self-defense whereas zenigata will *not* kill, period. a la "life is a much more incredibly significant thing".

and then there's the *other* obviously-- the adversarial aspect. they can only *truly* challenge each other if they're on opposing sides. jigen stuck around after lupin beat him. goemon pledged his allegiance to lupin after he bested him. fujiko cozies up to lupin because it's easier than outright contesting him. but lupin is the best criminal and zenigata is the best cop. of course they'll never swap sides. they have the most fun from where they are.

"but tackyyy, what if he *did* join them?" you may ask. well whether it'd be cathartic for zenigata or not aside, there's some other q's that come up that deserve some consideration.

would the gang finally be "complete" if zenigata finally shed his inspector title? what would that look like, how would it work out? what does that even *mean*? is lupin just collecting people he thinks are neat? if so, if a hypothetical (realllllllly emphasizing that hypothetical btw) fourth-- someone with skills on the right level and surprisingly good chemistry with the gang-- came along, would lupin welcome them? or would lupin look at zenigata and go "nah, i'd rather have *that* guy"? lots of stuff to explore.

but at the end of the day there's one thing that really gets my brain gears turning. i think zenigata's higher-ups imagine him on lupin's side and shudder. i think *zenigata* imagines himself on lupin's side and shudders. i think the only way his full potential can be realized is if he's with lupin *permanently*. those blips of unbridled feral skill wouldn't be blips anymore. they'd be normal. and devastating. and the five of them would be unstoppable. and maybe that'd scare him, finally knowing exactly what he's capable of. maybe it *already* scares him, knowing he's the only one who can decide what happens.

[jngsngie]

𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙

genre: smut (18+)

cw: afab!reader, dom!reader, sub!sunghoon, sunghoon is just .. a brat, a little degradation, edging, protected sex <3

words: 1.7k+

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“can you go over the choreo with me?”

sunghoon looked at you expectantly from the door of the studio, head cocking to the side.

“sure,” you said nonchalantly, even though you were far from being unaffected by his presence. sure, you had wanted to practice alone after dance classes that day and it was one of those days when your favourite practice room was finally available, all ready for you to practice what you learnt in class or freestyle with peace of mind.

but you weren’t annoyed by sunghoon’s request, more so flustered.

you usually went for classes with a couple of your friends but kept to yourself when it came to the rest of the class, including sunghoon’s friend group.

you caught his eye the first time you and your friends demonstrated a dance for the rest of class. not only did you absolutely kill every move and looked cool when you danced, but it was also when you broke out into a small smile right after you were done and patted your friends on their backs immediately before joining him in the crowd among other students.

sunghoon wanted to know you, more than just as another person in your dance class. he wanted to see you smile, just like how you do so much around your friends, but more so be the reason for you to smile.

he started to make an effort for you to notice him, but he wasn’t going to spell it out for you. it’s not fun like that anyway.

so that effort always came in the form of quite literally having his eye on you given any chance to. whenever sunghoon demonstrated choreographies in front of the class (which was frequently, seeing how he was a great dancer), practising dances, hell even when everyone was just marking.

he had to be doing this on purpose, you caught on fairly quick. it’s not fair when he’s practically forcing you to focus on him and him only. especially when he’s giving all he could with his expressions; his hand reaching to clasp around his own neck, his tongue swiping over his lips, eyes fluttering shut as a smirk would grow on his lips. these all lasted for the most minuscule moments, you could’ve missed them altogether.

but you simply couldn’t, because sunghoon was always looking at you whenever he did. you were flustered at first but over time, you got more frustrated than flustered. you wouldn’t like to admit how many times you’ve touched yourself to your stupidly attractive classmate.

so he had to be doing this on purpose too; his eyes raking over your figure as you went over the choreo with him as patiently as you could. the dance you had just learnt had to be the most demanding one you had learnt yet. the moves were restrained but you still had to make sure the energy wasn’t.

when you thought it was impossible to make this dance sexier than it already was, he made it possible. he locked eyes with you through the mirror and caught you staring a few too many times, a smile threatening to surface.

you were embarrassed to say the least after getting caught. in a bid to compose yourself, you mumbled “let’s take a break.”

hands on your hips, you sighed in frustration at yourself. and at him for being so fucking attractive.

“what’s on your mind?”

he asked sitting down at the side of the room, water bottle in one hand and not even making an effort to conceal the smirk tugging on his lips.

on my mind?

you scoffed lightly at his question, tongue poking the inside of your cheek. not him acting as if the answer wasn’t evident from your gaze and the blush that you couldn’t fight from growing on your skin. anyone could’ve deduced from the energy in the room, more so the two of you that occupied the practice room alone together.

you turned and strode towards him, lips slightly pursed as you trained your gaze confidently on him, rid of any embarrassment you previously felt. you stopped just one feet from him so you were now towering over him. cocking your head to the side, you replied cooly.

“you.”

“you noticed?” you could see a glint of pride in his eyes as much you heard it in his voice. fuck he’s cute.

you breathily laughed at his expression. “of course i noticed, how could i not,”

you bent down to look at him as he looked up at you expectantly.

“when you’re always acting like such a slut for everyone to see.”

you could hear his breath hitch, a look of desperation replaced whatever pride was in his eyes. he sat up a little straighter, eyes travelling from your own to your lips. your faces were close enough to feel his breath

“so make me yours”, he whispered like it was an oath.

at his plea, you closed the distance between your lips hungrily. your body naturally gravitated towards his, and soon enough you found yourself sitting on his lap, hands pressed to his chest as you made out with him.

you sucked on his tongue, making him whimper into you. it didn’t help that his hands were roaming all over you; from your waist to your ass and finally somewhat resting on your thighs, save for squeezing them. his fingers dragged closer and closer from your inner thighs to your core. he tentatively pressed his thumb to your clothed core and you couldn’t stop the moan that fell past your lips, against his lips. you were beginning to be thankful for choosing to wear leggings today.

“wait a sec,” sunghoon pulled away to breathe out.

he reached into the pocket of his sweatpants and whipped out a condom.

slightly amused, you teased him, “do you just carry one around everywhere you go?”

“no, just today because i knew you’d fuck me at the end of the day,” sunghoon smirked at you, teasing you back.

you scoffed at him, tongue in cheek. god, this man is full of surprises.

“god, you’re insufferable.”

“but you want me,” he purred as he dragged a finger up your clothed slit, dragging out another gasp from you.

“m’want your pants off too,” you replied, tugging on the strings of his sweatpants loose. you hurriedly moved away from his lap to let him remove his pants completely while you started to undo your own clothes, leaving you in just your sports bra and him in just that white shirt that looked too good on him.

his hands weaved through your hair as your lips attached to his neck, marking him up and making him yours, just like he asked you to. or at least trying to, because it got hard to focus as two slender fingers entered your cunt, the length stretching you out and making you want more.

“wanna ride your cock now,” you demanded breathily.

at your command, sunghoon put the condom on his length. with him sitting against the wall and your knees on either side of his legs, you hovered over his length. you positioned yourself, grabbing his length. sunghoon’s hands flew to grab your waist at the contact of your hands on his cock. you eased yourself onto his cock, an audible gasp resounding from the both of you when he finally bottomed out.

you began to bounce up and down on his cock and gradually found a steady pace to maintain. with how worked up the both of you got from feeling each other up and making out, you knew sunghoon was going to come soon, a little too soon for your liking.

you held his jaw, commanding him to look at you straight in the eyes through hooded lids and unsteady breathing.

“tell me when you’re coming baby.”

and you were right, because in less than a minute, his moans answered you.

“ngh fuck- y/n- i-”

at that, you sat still on sunghoon’s dick. his eyes that previously fluttered shut from pleasure shot open with a glare.

“you’re meannn,” he whined, brows furrowed.

he was frustrated but he didn’t make a single move, just waiting for you. he could’ve simply thrust up into you and he chose to listen to you and your body. he was aching but god it was a good ache if it was you.

“you like it though” oh he definitely did. even if he rolled his eyes at what you said, the blush blooming across his cheeks said otherwise.

sunghoon couldn’t even retort back because as soon as he rolled his eyes at your remark, you started to pick up from where you left him. you rolled your hips over his, feeling his cock hit every spot possible.

your hands reached the sides of his face and you kissed him again. he was addictive that way, in a way that kept you coming back for more. only then did you realise he tasted like sour candy all along, your favourite kind of sweet.

your slick cunt clenched around him and that pushed an embarrassingly loud moan out of him, making you giggle. wasting no time, he got back at you by making figures of 8 on your clit and now it was your turn to moan loudly, breaking your resolve.

“mmhm just like that?” he prodded, biting his lip at your face that was contorted in pleasure.

“just like that.”

you felt your walls quivering around his cock and came hard with a moan of his name while sunghoon continued to fuck his cock up into you for a little bit before coming too. you dived your face into the side of his neck, catching your breath and taking his scent in. he rubbed your back, fingers dancing up and down your spine silently.

after a while, you lifted your head and was instantly met with a question from sunghoon looking at you fondly.

“so am i your boyfriend now?” he asked, winking at you.

“yes, you brat,” you slapped his chest and chuckled. was it his antics that made you laugh or the obvious question that you held the answer clear as day in your smile, you’ll never know.

“your brat,” he insisted, grabbing your wrist to place your hand against his cheek. he pressed his cheek against your palm and moved slightly to press a kiss to the inside of your palm.

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©jngsngie

[deardragonbook]

Writing Reference: Touch and Types of Consent

You’ve probably all seen the typical post about how consent in sexy and cool and the phrase “can I kiss you?” is way more attractive than any sudden surprise kiss. 

And I agree, but I also acknowledge that consent comes in many forms and those words aren’t the end all be all of consent. 

So, as someone who’s been in two relationships with differing levels of consent, let’s talk about it. 

Obviously, everybody is different, consent changes for different relationships this is writing advice not life advice. Sit down and talk to your significant other if this is something that concerns you! 

Kisses with consent are sexier. And not just because of the consent. 

My first boyfriend would often kiss me suddenly and without consent (that isn’t the reason we broke up... but it definitely didn’t help matters), and they were awkward. Because here’s the thing, if I’m just minding my own business and suddenly someone else’s tongue is in my mouth well, my reaction is not going to be kissing back. It’s pulling away or awkwardly freezing. 

Knowing what’s coming up, is helpful in a relationship. 

At the start of a new relationship, verbal consent is key. Not only at the beginning but also during, if you’re going for a long kissing session, stopping for a second and asking, “are you still comfortable?” or “mind if we continue?” are useful. 

But later on in a relationship these verbal cues fade. They don’t disappear, I still walk up to my boyfriend and say, “mind a kiss/hug?” but we do have alternatives. 

For example, simply kissing the air in his direction is an easy way to initiate. 

Looking your partner straight in the eyes and opening your arms up to signal the desire to embrace. (Warning can also end in raised brown and slowly walking away). 

Touching one’s cheek if we’re already cuddling. 

And many more! 

We’ve been in a relationship for five years. We know each other and we know that these actions signal consent. New couples need to learn each other and their signs. 

There are also things we do not ask consent for because it’s a given. For example, kissing on the cheek when my partner walks past me at the desk or comes up behind me while washing dishes. Hugging when we first see each other after a couple of days apart. Or many other numerous things. 

Again, after five years together, I’m one hundred per cent comfortable with touch from my boyfriend, despite being kind of sensitive to it from anybody else (even handshakes and pats). Because of this, he has my consent, but I always have the ability to take it away. 

And that’s perhaps more important than the initial consent itself! If I’m anxious because of an exam and touch sensitive, I know I can take back that consent, tell him to please not touch me. And he will. That’s more important than him asking in the first place, for me, personally. 

Also, all of these points go two ways. Both parts of a relationship should be asking for consent. Consent is a two way road. Nothing can happen without TWO consenting individuals. (I mean, two or more or whatever, love these days fits no mold and I’m totally here for it). 

As usual,  check out my book, stories I’ve written plus other social medias: here.

Can you think of any other non-verbal signals for consent? I’ve only listed here one’s I experience but everybody is different! 

[absolutebl]

Okay so I haven’t been on tumble in 5 years prob and I’m back solely bc your posts and content are SO GOOD that I needed to be able to interact withe you and ask you all the things. Your posts spark so much thought and curiosity that the urge to ask is undeniable. I love you a lot. Like so much.

Anyways.

I LOVE your posts on language and age differences. The fact that you broke it down between the actors ages and their character is- so good. Did you have any thoughts on this for the Korean dramas? Semantic error is interesting bc the actors themselves have a pretty big age gap and then the language play between hyung, his name, and sunbae that you’ve already talked about.

….also sorry if you’ve already posted about this- I’m still going through all your posts. I genuinely love them. All of them.

BL Age Dynamics & CHEMISTRY on screen

Aw, thank you and WELCOME BACK.

I actually rebooted this blog entirely because of BL, so not a dissimilar pathway back to tumblr. I guess, sorry not sorry? 

Thank you for you compliment on age dynamics! I think you’re talking about this one? Thai Honorifics Between Ages in BL and real life 

I also have this one, which is mostly a list: Thai BL Actors & Age Dynamics and this one, Thai BL Actors Age Brackets, which is me bing a little shit. 

The giving good chemistry in BL post is here. 

To answer your question, I have LOTS of thoughts on this in Kdramas and KBLs but I can’t speak to it since I’ve only JUST started to barely understand formal/informal registers and honorifics in Korean. I find it a much more difficult language than Thai. 

I’ve been noodling for a bit on a post about how a wider age gap often contributes to better chemistry in BL (specifically thinking about Thailand and Korea) and spearheaded by Semantic Error. 

(I did talk about this and yaja time in this linguistic post about the challenge in captioning. Honestly, was there any sexier execution for the word hyung in all of time than JaeYoung’s right before that kiss?) 

It does seem like when there is a big enough age gap and enough culture sanctified (and built in trust) in the resulting power dynamic, that if the older actor (and/or, in many cases, the more experienced actor) is willing to take the lead, the chemistry will simply be a lot better. 

However I could be biased because I am looking for it, I am sure there are plenty of counter examples, bad chemistry being a lot more common than good. 

Just a quick assessment:

Of the 6 other Korean BLs that I thought had unexpectedly good kisses this year (2022, so far), half of them had an age gap of 4-6 years (First Love Again, Blueming, Cherry Blossoms) and half of them did not (Kissable Lips, Oh! Boarding, and Ocean). So yeah, no correlation. 

One would expect older actors (in general) to be better at chemistry, but while acting experience does seem to play a role, actually just life experience does not. The exception being if BOTH actors in the pair are quite young, we should never expect good chemistry (think Love Sick or Make it Right). 

Some scattered thoughts on pairs, chemistry, and age gaps: 

MaxTul the kings for a reason clearly have a great relationship, but also Tul acts very much the older one coddling and spoiling Max, but they also have a sense of friendship/equality about them, possibly brought on by Max always playing the seme roles, but most likely just their personalities. 

Zee has been the older in both his pairs but, at least at the start, with Saint he was slightly differential, because Saint had so much more experience, with NuNew (much larger age gap) he is definitely the dominant, but sometimes it feels a bit too much too me. I don’t want to get into the drama of it all but I think MewGulf mishandled this dynamic and that’s part of what went wrong with their branding and I worry about the same think with ZeeNew. 

In Cutie Pie’s case it doens’t help that on promo we saw them modeled against MaxNat who are more established and a lot more MaxTul about their pairing brand. (Both pairs have a 9 year age gap, but Nat was barely legal when he first acted opposite Max. And I think Max has always been very protective and tolerant/indulgent with him as a result.) 

The Parks in Semantic Error have plenty of interviews about their month and half filming together. They clearly bonded, partly because they both seem quite introverted (for performers). IRL there was a definite noted jump into hung with them: they talk about the fact that because they have such a big age gap JaeChan called SeoHam whatever the next level honorific up is (the translators often use uncle... which I find, unsettling*). But that they relaxed with each other so quickly, partly because SeoHam found JaeChan so young and cute he started calling him baby (a less sexualized term in Korean than it is English) and JaeChan could relax into a hyung dynamic. Both of them are relatively experienced actors, but I still think this dynamic contributed to better chemistry on screen. 

SamYu don’t have a huge age gap, but Sam was both older and more experienced when it came to shoot We Best Love. Taiwan is better at workshopping for chemistry in general, but the fact that SamYu’s “boyfriends kissing on the bench scene” at the end of WBL1 was their FIRST scene filmed together speaks volumes to an established comfort dynamic, but also Sam’s experience. 

all that said... 

So much of this is personality dependent. And also, just good acting. 

And these, I think, are actually the biggest elements in play. Certainly cultural age dynamics, but also just the personalities of the two actors involved and their skill sets. Which is EXACTLY the same thing that comes into play with het romance couples. 

That said, with chemistry, surrounding culture really does play a huge overarching role in BL. Statistically (good chemistry / number of BL produced) we are always going to get the best kisses from Taiwan, the Philippines, and Thailand... kinda in that order. And yes I do think this has to do with those culture’s relationships to queerness, upbringing, and ubiquity of representation and so forth. 

* For anyone reading this for whom English is not your native language calling someone daddy was kinky and is now just kinda part of being gay (unless you’re a girl calling your bf daddy, in which case, still kinky), but calling someone uncle is weird. That’s because the concept of a “creepy uncle” (by which I mean sexually inappropriate or lascivious) is actually a culture trope (for lack of a better way of putting it). This is a trope that used to be associated specifically with older gay men and systemically contributed to homophobia, especially in parents, by specifically conflating gay with child molester. An issue still grappled with by the queer community to this day. 

As one of my older gay friends once said:

I’m gay which means: neither one of us is “the girl,” and that I like men, not children. 

A simple statement that represents what has been a queer battleground for decades. 

(source)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Although he had performed on the stage many times already, something about this particular stage made Hongjoong feel more confident, bold and even sexier than usual. Hearing the fans cheer wildly stirred something in him. You noticed it too when he caught your gaze in the crowd, his eyes giving you a lustful stare and his signature cocky smirk.

Walking down the hallway on their way to congratulate them on another perfect performance, you gasped when you felt an arm pull you inside one of the supply closets. You knew it was Hongjoong because you could smell his cologne and you've felt those soft lips on yours many times to recognize them. You were left breathless by all his tongue movements inside your mouth while his hands fumbled with the zipper of your jeans.

"I'm sorry baby. I just really need to be inside you now."

You didn't protest, having also been aroused by his performance. You simply turned around and stuck your ass to him, wiggling it slightly to put on a little show for him.

"Impatient now are we darling?"

You shrieked softly when a smack landed on your ass followed by the intrusion of his cock inside your hole.

"Oh-oh my God-" You bit your lip to quiet down your moans, not wanting either of you to get caught.

Hongjoong, however, had other plans. Chuckling lowly, he began a rough and fast pace, nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

"Go ahead and say my name babygirl. Let them all know who's fucking you this good."

Pulling your hair back, he let out a growl as his hot breath hovered along the nape of your neck.

"Say. My. Name."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

While the other boys are hollering or bickering as the scary movie played at a rather loud volume, you were currently biting down on the blanket that was covering both you and Seonghwa who were laying on the floor. Even though you had your back facing him, you knew he was smirking right at you. His fingers moved from holding your waist to rubbing at your exposed clit as he had inconspicuously pulled off your shorts before.

"Stay quiet baby or they'll notice." He whispered in your ear, his teeth gently grazing at the shell of it.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips when you felt him ease himself inside you, bottoming out and staying still for a few moments. You relaxed and payed attention to the movie. Perhaps your boyfriend simply wanted to cockwarm you, an activity you both enjoyed doing. But as soon as you forgot he was inside, he reminded you of his presence as he began slithering in and out of you. Turning your head to say something, he silenced you with a kiss.

"Told you to stay quiet baby or the boys will see what a dirty slut you are for my cock." He teased you, slamming harder in you.

Pulling your shirt sleeve down, Seonghwa began placing wet kisses across your shoulder, tongue dragging up to the crook of your neck.

"But maybe that's what you want. Want us to get caught so they can watch me fuck you good. Let them see what a cockslut you are."

You couldn't help but clench tightly around your boyfriend's length, covering your face, using a jump scare as an excuse to drown out the half scream you made as you came on your boyfriend's cock, feeling extremely flustered given the circumstances. Seonghwa wasn't through with you yet, as his hand traveled up to grope your breast under your shirt.

"Still have an hour left of the movie, let's see how many times I can make you cum."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You had been teasing Yunho to no end and he knew it. He knew when you decided to come keep him company as he practiced the choreography you had ulterior motives.

"Come on Yuyu....you're working too hard. Maybe you should let me help you out a bit." You purred at his neck, your voice like silk as you placed kisses alone his Adam's apple, which you felt move when he swallowed hard as your hands began to roam down his chest.

Grabbing both of your wrists, Yunho looked at you with a warning glance.

"Stop right now Missy, your fantasy of me fucking you in public isn't happening."

Poking your nose, he shifted away from you and pressed play once more, leaving you there with a huge frown and arms crossed over your chest. Yunho tried to focus back on the dance but when he glanced at you through the mirror he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you slide your hand inside your pants, no doubt about to finger yourself. Taking off his cap and slamming it on the floor, Yunho marched over towards you and pulled you up from the floor.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" He glared at you.

Before you even knew it, you were pressed against one of the mirrors, pants down to your ankles as Yunho's hips snapped against yours at a rapid and brutal pace, his hand occasionally coming down to spank your ass.

"Don't you dare hide your face. Look at yourself."

You moaned when he pulled your hair up, forcing you to watch as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at what a dirty slut you are. Look at what people will see if they find me here fucking you dumb. This what you wanted? Well now you got my little slut. "

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang couldn't keep his eyes peeled off your body, loving the way the bikini looked on you. Catching sight of his wandering gaze, you decided to take advantage of the fact it was late and no guest was probably going to come down to the pool area anymore.

"Sangie." You spoke out in a sing song tone.

Yeosang couldn't hide the shock in his face as your hand emerged from the water, holding up your swimsuit bottoms before tossing it over his head, making it land on a nearby chair. You giggled at his flustered state as you swam over to him, pushing him back until he was seated on one of the stairs near the shallow part of the pool.

"God you're driving me insane." Yeosang groaned when you stripped him of his shorts.

As you began to align yourself on his entrance, Yeosang's hands pulled at your bikini top, freeing your breasts so he could watch them bounce as you rode him underwater.

"You look so pretty like this-fuck!" He hummed out.

Both of you completely forgot about the danger of someone seeing you both in such an intimate act. You were simply too lost in the erotic feeling of having sex in the water. Soon enough, Yeosang's hands gripped your waist, bucking his hips up at you as he decided you had your fun and it was time for him to take control.

"Ok....my turn."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked over at the camera filming both of you guys, flashing the audience a wicked smile. Although the top part of his face was covered, the viewers could clearly distinguish the sadistic and unholy glint in his eyes.

"Look kitten, our fans are enjoying this just as much as you are."

Gently kneading your ass, San then harshly smacked that piece of skin which was already burning red from all the previous times he had slammed his hand on it.

"Such a pretty kitten, taking my cock so well."

San wasn't going to lie, he's so happy you brought up the idea of making an OnlyFans account. He was so addicted to the feeling of having people watch as he fucked you like he could.

"Come on kitten, lift your pretty face up- that's it. Show the audience how much you're enjoying this."

Your mouth was agape, heavy pants and whimpers spilling out your throat as San continued to pound at you from behind.

"She's close I can feel it. My cute little kitten just needs a little push. Like so."

Snaking his hand in between your legs, his fingers began to work on your clit, sending you into a shivering and stuttering mess as your orgasm took over you, your liquids gushing out in between your legs and onto the sheets underneath you. San let out a grunt of accomplishment as his juices ended up mixing with your own.

"And that.....is how you get a kitten to squirt."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't help the tiny squeal that escaped your lips when Mingi's mouth suckled cutely along your clit, tongue sloppily dragging across your folds as he slurped up all of your juices.

"Mingi." You giggled as you ran a hand through his hair, head falling back against the picnic blanket underneath both of your bodies.

Emerging from under the dress you had worn for your outing, he sat down and pulled you on top of his lap, hand making a fast work of his zipper to free himself enough to pull out his leaking dick.

"Fuck, you're so tight love." He moaned out, sinking you into his length.

Running a hand through your hair, his hands began to slowly lift you up before sinking you back onto him, wanting to take his time as he stared at your face with such a loving intensity. The sun radiated a beam onto your figure, making you look absolutely ethereal against the flowers surrounding you both.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right love."

You looked around shyly, afraid of anyone witnessing the sinful act you were currently doing. Sensing your fear, Mingi cupped your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

"It's ok babygirl. I picked this place for a reason. No one comes in this area."

Smirking, he pushed you onto your back, as he wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I can take all my sweet time with you."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

To say Wooyoung and you were a little bit past tipsy was an understatement. But hey, you all came down to the club to have a good time, besides Seonghwa and Hongjoong would end up being the responsible adults that made sure no one got lost and brought you all home safely. Wooyoung was currently sitting down, watching you dance in the crowd with Mingi and San nearby you.

His eyes kept staring shamelessly at your ass and legs. They looked absolutely amazing in that short dress you were wearing. Every time you glanced over, he'd send you a wink or a kiss. Unfortunately for both of you, some stranger also noticed you and thought it'd be a good idea to come close to you and put his hands on your hips. Immediately sprinting from his seat, Wooyoung marched over and pushed the guy off you.

"Hey! Hands off of what's not yours! See this? This all belongs to me."

Patting your ass, he stormed off as he dragged you with him to the men's bathroom.

"Wait! Woo-"

Slamming you up against the wall, his hands began hiking your dress up before pushing your panties to the side so he could bury his fingers in them.

"You're mine. All mine." He hissed as he bit down against the skin of your neck.

"Am I going to have to fuck you in here to make people see that?"

You didn't think he was serious until your legs were wrapped around his waist, his hands holding them up as he rammed his cock inside you, making a whimpering and nearly screeching mess of you.

"Yeah, just like that baby. Let them all hear you."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You snuggled inside the warmth of the blankets, your body tired from having hiked the mountainous trail for nearly 3 hours. All the other members were probably already fast asleep, some already dozing off during your campfire session with s'mores. Just as you closed your eyes, you felt Jongho starts poking his hands across your legs, lingering too close on your inner thighs. You slapped his hand away when he began pulling your sleeping shorts down.

"Jongho." You whisper yelled at him.

He merely chuckled as began pulling them back down once more.

"What?"

"We're not about to do it out in the woods just because you're horny." You stated.

You tried to squirm away from him but his arms trapped you from moving. You involuntary bit your lip when you felt him rolled his bulge against your naked ass.

"Come on baby, I've been having a problem since we started the campfire....please?"

When he began kissing at your shoulder as his hands cupped your breasts, you became putty.

"Beside.....I saw the way you were eyeing me as I gathered wood. You couldn't keep your eyes off my arms."

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you on your back, hoisting your legs over his shoulders as he slid his now exposed member along your slit.

"Come on baby, don't you want my thick cock stretching you nice and good?"

You let out a whine and immediately shook your head in an affirmative manner. He pushed into you in one go, angling his hips so you'd be feeling his tip rub against your g-spot.

"Be as loud as you can babygirl, let my Hyungs hear you as I murder this pussy."

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[cheesygroove]

With a roll of the ice

pairing: Wheein x f!reader

c & ws: smut; ice play; sensory deprivation; mentions of alcohol; a lil swearing.

wc: 2k~

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Round ice cube molds. You could have just gone for a regular plastic ice tray, the cheaper option at the store. But if it can serve a sexual purpose, why not? The process of moving to a new place with your girlfriend had you overanalyzing the simplest home utensils you needed. It was good to have that kind of freedom to choose.

Wheein just had the simpler intentions for it, though. One night, you came home to find her drinking alone at the still empty living room, lights all turned off. The lighted up fireplace was the sole reason you could see her, sitting with legs crossed and a glass in hand. A bunch of bottles, a second glass and her sketchbook, as well as her drawing materials, were all scattered around the floor.

"Whee, what are you doing...?" you asked while taking your shoes off. "I thought your group photoshoot was tomorrow," you worried about her drinking; better to not have to deal with a headache on the next day.

"I'm just having some coke. The alcohol is for you," she explained. "Can you get the ice for us?"

Not wanting to ruin the mood she set up, you used your phone flashlight to walk to the kitchen. There, you grabbed an ice bucket and emptied the silicone trays inside, shaking it a little to prevent the round cubes from sticking together.

"I would have picked it up before, but I didn't want it to melt before you arrived," Wheein said when you came back and placed the bucket on the floor.

"It's okay, babe," you assured, kissing her cheek tenderly after sitting by the fireplace with her. "Anxious because of work?"

She let out a sigh. You knew her really well.

"Getting better already, actually. It's good to have you here." Wheein smiled at you, stroking your knee with her hand. "I just needed to relax a little. Tomorrow is going to be a full day."

You nodded, reaching for a glass and the bottle of flavored vodka. Being so close to the fireplace, you reconsidered the idea of picking a drink that would burn you up even more. The current warmth was nice and it felt cozy, but it could be too much if you added more heat to it.

"Settling for the coke too? What a saint you've become," Wheein teased. A soft drink could be nice too, you thought, leaving your now full glass on the floor to look at her. She held a round ice cube between her thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly by moving both fingers in opposite directions. Well, now that brought you some thoughts back.

"This kind of... feels good," Wheein said, puppy-like eyes entertained with the water now dripping from her thumb, "it doesn't get sticky when it melts a little. And it rolls."

Right. It rolls. You pictured something like that, back at the store, wondering if it really would have this effect against her skin. Not simply dragging the ice across, but rolling it, gave a different perspective to everything. You bit your lip in excitement, now knowing your fantasy was real.

And well, why not feel this for yourself? One hand went to the bucket, but you needed both to get the ice out — it got stuck together. You appreciated the round shape inside of your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue, feeling your warmth slowly melting it. You sucked on the ice a little bit, stopping when Wheein's eyes met yours.

"You look really sexy doing this," she remarked. A side smirk allowed one of her dimples to show up, which turned into a laugh after you touched your own cheek, feeling the small ball formed by the ice. "So pretty."

You admired Wheein for a moment. Weak shadows danced around her figure, following the movement of the flames; hair recently dyed red held up in a neat bun, leaving her neck fully exposed. Around it she wore a bandeau, neatly positioned so that it didn't cover her Caddo tattoo. You found that detail particularly inviting, and added to the fact that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra...

"Why don't you try this too?" you suggested. The ice had melted already, but the cold sensation it left in your mouth, somehow, had you feeling hotter between your legs. "You'll find the temperature contrast sexier than me."

Wheein's gaze went down to your mouth, filled with desire for your humid lips.

"Can I try it from your source?"

"Please do."

Wheein really did move first. The coolness of your mouth warmed up in hers, as she simply stole that from you by chasing the kiss with all her greed. You felt like the flames from the fireplace itself had engulfed you when her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you to the floor with her. Although when your lips parted, she was the one craving to cool it down.

"Oh my," she was able to say while gasping for air. Holding you by the back of your neck with both hands, she placed a few more quick presses against your lips before speaking again, "Hmmmm. I liked that it was... unexpected. Your mouth felt so soft from the cold."

You smiled when her fingers delicately caressed your cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Wheein had her eyes on something else while doing it, though. Still holding your weight over her body with your elbows, you looked over your shoulder to discover that she eyed the ice bucket.

"Wanna try that again? With more than a kiss?" you asked, full of a smug satisfaction because the question wasn't even necessary — Wheein's pleading face spoke for itself.

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"Love, you really trust me a lot for this, huh," you said while tying the bandeau to the back of her head to use it as a blindfold. Depriving her from the sense of sight was part of your original fantasy, a way to allow her to have a better focus on the hot and cold feeling.

Wheein sat between your spread legs, backing herself into your lap after you moved closer to the fireplace. The orange light of the fire was now able to fully glow on her naked body. The air felt thick and hot when you breathed in, and a little sweat started building up on your back.

"I trust you more than I probably should," she whispered, leaning on your shoulder to place a few kisses along your jawline, "but you always repay it well."

"Right," you agreed, gently undoing Wheein's bun and letting the hair fall on her shoulders, making contact with your bare chest. One hand gave it a gentle tug, while you stretched the other arm to reach for the ice bucket, taking a round ice out. It quickly started wetting your palm, being just perfect for what you wanted to do. You got her hair out of the way with a harsh pull, pressing the ice against her neck. "I always make you feel so good."

Wheein's first reaction was to recoil at the sudden cold feeling, gasping loudly, but you held the ice in place with a strong grip on her neck.

"Shhhh, Wheeinie," you whispered on her ear as her gasping slowly turned into moaning, pleased with you using your palm to roll the ice against her skin, "this is just a massage. We haven't even started yet."

When it melted into a piece too small to be rolled, you simply dragged it across her chest, stopping at an already hardened nipple. The sensation of her skin under your cooled fingers felt softer than usual, the increased sensitivity having you muttering a curse against the back of her neck. Your other hand fetched for more round ice while you still held her boob, squeezing her nipple. Water dripped from your fingers and rolled down her stomach.

"More. Please," Wheein begged impatiently. Her hands were on your thighs, which were reddening from her burying her nails on them every time you did something right. You hoped to see a mark there by the end of the night.

"If you keep hurrying me up, I won't be gentle," you warned, shoving the ice against the boob you had neglected before and holding it strongly. Wheein's scream at the sudden shock ended up in a loud cry, her back arching at you circling the cube around her nipple. "Is that what you want, huh?"

"Uh-huh," she was able to shout out in agreement between her delicious moans, head now dropped backwards onto your shoulder. You moved your body to the side so you could whisper directly at her ear.

"What a slut you are."

Wheein lustfully mumbled a few yes yes yes I am when you stressed that word, like she had done many times before. She gasped in surprise when you stopped rolling the ice on her nipple, and gasped even harder when you took that same nipple in your mouth. Sucking the cold out of it. What was left of that cube you used to roll down her body, leaving behind a trail of water and stopping just before her pussy.

"Did you make a mess on the floor, Wheein...?" you asked.

You had inclined your head forward to look at the space between her legs. With all the action, Wheein had her knees up and under her chin, throbbing cunt fully exposed to the hot air. She was dripping on the floor, so much was the arousal.

"Hmmmmm, no. There's a lot of ice melting here," she lied. You smirked while thinking of how you would punish Wheein for that, one hand drowned in the bucket and getting really cold. The round cubes were now slowly turning into water altogether, coming out already humid — which meant that you didn't need to wait before using it on her.

"I would've been way nicer to you, Whee," you said, "but you don't deserve it."

Ring and middle finger squeezed her labia on each side, making the hole wider for the ice. Her reaction to the intimate contact with the cold immediately showed that she wanted you to put it in, her nails definitely leaving your thigh scratched this time. Instead, you simply stimulated her entrance, rolling and rubbing the round ice against it, even letting just a tip in. Wheein moaned sweetly, whispering your name, almost begging you to fuck her.

You took the ice into your mouth before it fully melted, wanting to taste her liquid even if the water was mixed in. Wheein grunted in annoyance from that, but there wasn't time to take her protests further — the same fingers which squeezed her open before now slid with ease inside of her, producing sweet wet sounds with each pump in. Part of you wanted to grab more ice, to roll it on her skin, to do anything, but you couldn't do much when her moans and then screams of pleasure filled your ears. Your hand was soaked with her climax in almost no time.

"Mmmmhm... Can't believe you didn't..."

You laughed when her words kept trailing off — Wheein was absolutely spent. She tiredly dropped into your arms after her orgasm, trying but failing to sound her complaints. Now any warmth was welcome, yours or from the fireplace, her hands pressing yours against her body to hug her tighter.

"What? You really wanna complain when I left you in this state?" you scoffed while gently removing the bandeau she wore as a blindfold.

Wheein sat up to face you, narrowing her eyes and pouting her mouth. She trembled a bit, still lacking the necessary balance, but kept her posture.

"I... I... Fuck." She gulped and shook her head, recollecting herself. "I just wanted you to roll the ice inside of me!"

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[biorust-art]

As promised! some quick n messy redesigns of Nautuli -- as brought to you by a Marine Scientist! There’s a lot here so uhh lets get started! (If I’ve spelled anything wrong just leave it alone fam also i have never read up on nautuli so pth)

- First and foremost the wraps are based off of traditional Kenyan garb and the mother with her three babs are vaugly based off of clownfish - everything else is basically from my brain which could mean anything

Nautuli of the Photic Zone (the light zone aka ~200 m below surface) are very colorful! They can range from being multicolored to blend in with the corals, or simply blue counter-coloring (dark on back, light on belly -- helps hide from predators) etc it can depend on many factors and may change as they grow older. Also the Ocean is Cold!! fat helps with body temperature regulation, buoyancy and orang protection as well as good food storage incase of loss of food etc.

The Tendrils/ tentacles whatever they’re called are multipurpose and one of the reasons why Nautuli are so successful - the underside of each one are covered in cilia (think starfish) that 1) help gather planktonic/ small food for more efficient energy intake 2) help camouflaged within the corals 3) protect the sensitive primary / dorsal mouth 4) give babies a place to grab onto when swimming (more useful in the twilight/aphotic zones) 5) provide a home for cleaners and other lifeforms and 5) help maintain body moister on land.  The amount of tendrils, how thin or thick they are and how long they eventually get varies, but generally, the longer they are, the older the nautolan (and thus fatter and sexier thus thus -- more successful)  

Nautuli have two mouths - a frontal and a dorsal/ primary mouth. The primary mouth is meant for smaller foods and only leads to the stomach, while the frontal is meant for bigger foods-- but the main purpose is breathing and speech. the pathway from frontal to stomach can be sealed and compressed to aid with diving and while they can ‘breathe’ through their skin, taking a breath of air is better incase if the water is anoxic (no oxygen)  

Photic courting is usually done by gift giving, dancing, and just overall being attractive. They are by no means monogamous and traditionally speaking it is the receiver of the gifts that finally chooses the partner(s) for that season. children are born in groups of 1 - 8 usually and are pretty self sufficient when freshly born -- though they are small and thus kept close. in the Aphotic Zone, babies are kept with the matriarch until they are ready to find their own mate (aphotic nautuli tend to bond for life)

Finally - The land sucks. Its dry, its hot, its windy, dusty, bright and has way too much O2 all the time. And theres like, no food in the air. But thats ok cus mucous solves pm all those problems (except for brightness - sunglasses will solve that problem though). Keeps them moist, well protected from dust/disease/etc, cool and lessens the O2 intake. However it is also very slippery which can be a good and bad thing depending on the situation. 

 Thats a lot! but! if yall have any questions let me know! I’ve also done some Mon Calamari and Quarren stuff-- ill post those soon