#and makes me feel even more like shit when it usually wouldnt

[gyudollies]

thinking ab soobin and his urge to baby trap you...

cw : baby trapping (duh), sub reader, needy dom soobin, soob hates condoms, p in v, soob calls reader baby, bunny

(this came to me in a vision)

in soobin's mind, you were the prettiest thing. The most perfect angelic features were spread upon the canvas that was your face. So why wouldn't he want to make a person that looked as pretty as you, plus his own handsome features?

the first time he caught himself not listening to you asking him to pull out, he felt horrible. but could you blame him ? the way your gummy walls milked his cock, it was almost painful for the yearning man. "ngh- bin w-wait!" you would squeeze around him as he pounded into you with such vigor and passion. at some point he got so lost in the feeling of your pussy he didn't even notice you pushing him to try and get him to pull out. you let out a whimper of defeat and just stared at him in shock.

"bin ! what the fuck ?" you had wide eyes and stared down at his cock still nestled inside of you. it took him a moment to come back down to earth and realize you started to panic a little bit. "shit baby m sorry-" he pulled out slowly, the loss of your warmth making him shiver. "pussy felt too good m sorry baby, won't do it again." and when he looked at you with those sweet eyes as he pressed a kiss to your hand, you couldn't be upset for long. it was a one-time thing, he'll just go get you a plan b.

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ever since that day you had been a bit more wary. you hadn't let soobin fuck you raw and it was safe to say he was going insane. it was like come kind of cruel prank you were playing on him. he knew you preferred it raw, so why were you torturing him for one mistake ?

soon enough you'd notice your condoms gone missing. the box in your bedside table? gone. the ones in your car's glovebox? long since disappeared. you wondered if you and soobin had just been fucking a lot. but soobin knew, oh he was guilty. you wouldnt notice the small holes he poked in the "new box" he bought after you explained your confusion to him. you certainly didn't notice that he gave you a headache pill instead of your regular birth control. maybe you could blame your own obliviousness, but he was your boyfriend so obviously you'd trust him.

your lips clashed against his, he had you spread out on the mattress as he nipped and sucked at your nipples. "mmn- condom ?" you asked through whimpers, soobin only frowned, a pout threatening to show up on his face. "baby, can we please go raw tonight?" he moved his lips up to your neck, softly nipping at the skin. his other hand steadied at your hips where your legs were spread. "promise i'll be good for you-" he rubbed circles on your clothed clit, "wont cum inside, promise." he mumbled against your neck.

"im not sure-" you considered your options, soobin was really needy and so were you. maybe it was the stimulation he was giving your pulsing clit and the haze starting to cloud your head but you nodded at him. "okay, just pull out kay ?" you smiled at him, his face brightened up insanely fast. he really was a simple man. "fuck- thank you bunny."

he removed your panties with crazy haste and quickly took off his boxers. he slid his pulsing cock into your wet heat. you let out a whine at his fast paste, he gripped your hip with one hand, and held onto your neck softly with the other. he was rough, but loving. you could tell he was more turned on than usual.

"f-fuck bunny. so, so tight f' me right ? j-jus me." he nearly whimpered in your ear as you felt your walls clench around what you consider the best dick of your life. "you-you ! jus you binnie, please-" you felt tears start to prick at your eyes as his thumb circled around your clit.

"gonna cum !" you shouted, his fast harsh thrusts starting to get to the point of no return in your pussy. he let out a soft "me too" as you continued to grip at his chest. "f-fuck. gonna make you a mama. you want that right ? gonna take all my s-seed right bunny ?" he babbled, getting absolutely lost in the feeling of your velvet walls.

you whined, "fuck, p-pull out soobin-" you tried to speak between pants. "take it, t-take it. be good n take it please baby ?" he really wasnt asking for permission, but your gasps and pushing on his chest was enough for him to let out a grunt as he finished, his load spurting into your pussy. you finished shortly after, panting.

he didnt pull out, he quickly fell over on you and cuddled you close with his cock still deep inside of you. a little cockwarming never hurt anyone right ? as you came back from your high you were about to protest his actions, but soobin did not want to hear it. he only pushed his cock deeper inside you, attempting to keep his seed as deep as possible. he wrapped his arms around you and let out a low chuckle

"gonna be a great mama."

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literally NEEDED to write this drabble. swear.

taglist: @estrnrea

[cutebisexualmess]

fucking hell i really need to learn to prioritise myself

[horsegirlhob]

I'm not an Angel hater by any means however I do think Spike should get to be as big of a dick to him as he wants to be and people shouldn't get to say shit about it.

[sonknuxadow]

every time someone tries to make the i love captains scene in sonic prime about that one pirate shadow costume that has never been relevant to anything ever while completely ignoring that knuckles was the captain actually being discussed there an angel loses its wings

[the-acid-pear]

the more i think about kris the more my insanity increases tbh there's just so much nuance with not only them but also the player and their relationship and it's layes upon layers of them and i keep tryin to peel them off inside my brain and its going to turn me into a dc villain or something

[phagodyke]

trying to watch all of us strangers and it's just making me cry really hard this is why I don't do romance movies WAH

[angellovesravon222]

"Love me a big booty bitch..."

Big booty activities can be a pain in the ass... Literally.

The party itself was lame, cheap ass drinks and wanna be thugs smoking on the couch, nonchalant guys in the corners of the room getting the attention of the all the girls that dare waste their time on a guy like that.

M/n didn't even wanna come, he just came for food and drinks, maybe a hookup if he was feeling it.

Now M/n was a decent looking guy, he was pretty attractive for a little gay boy, as his friends would say.

You sighed as he wandered around the house, making his way to the large kitchen. The whole house smelt rank as fuck and he just needed a drink and some fresh air.

You didn't usually wear anything skimpy, but why not try and get out of your comfort zone? It's Halloween for fucks sake! But even if you wanted to, you were extremely lazy. It was a party, why put so much work into your looks when it'll be hot, sweaty and packed in the house.

You walked into the empty kitchen, the only thing there being pizza boxes, packs of beer, and his sister making out with some random girl he's never seen before.

At least she was having fun.

You grabbed a few beers before exiting the crowded house, leaving through the backdoor and making his way to the side of the house where nobody else dared to go.

M/n huffed as he walked through the grass, turning around the house only to be face to face with... A druggie?

.

.

.

M/n let out a soft gasp as he stepped back to get a good look at the man. He wore all black clothes, like, literally all black. His jeans were baggy and black, he wore black air forces, his hoodie was black too! Safe to say he really liked the color black...!

He had a septum along with an eyebrow piercing, all in silver. It suited him quite well to be honest. His skin was as dark as chocolate, smooth shiny skin like a melted chocolate scoop of ice cream from Baskin robins.

He smelt like weed and a strong cologne, so strong it almost repulsed M/n. "Shit, sorry I didn't know someone was here... Can I chill here for a sec?" Ángel spoke softly as he swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked up to the man.

The boy only looked down at him, the cigarette in his hand clearly finished.. "I don't care." He said as he flicked the cigarette in the lawn before pulling out another, lighting it up.

"okay...?" M/n only sighed silently as he at beside the mystery guy.

M/n didn't bother looking at the guy, simply popping open a beer and looking out into the garden Infront of them. It was pretty calm and peaceful compared to the party inside.

The man beside him slid down the wall, settling to sit down next to M/n.

"beer?" M/n offered the man, only side eyeing the man, not making any effort to really use his body at this point.

"sure..." He accepted, taking the cold beverage and cracking it open.

"What's your name?" M/n almost hesitated to even ask but it's not like he knew anyone else at the party other then his sister. "Devon, you?" The man- er, Devon answered with a gruff voice. It was deep and raspy, almost dry. Probably from cigarettes.

"M/n, what you doing just sitting here alone?"

"I could ask you the same..."

"It got really hot in there. Too many people eating each others faces all over the place..."

Devon chuckled as he set his beer on the floor, leaning on the house.

They both relaxed with one another, not realizing this wouldnt be the only time they'd be together..

Many hours had passed, Devon and M/n getting to know each other very well as time went on. They shared many secrets, backstories, and many more. If only they knew they'd be revealing more than just a few stupid secrets..

Boner alert

Soft plaps of skin slapping and groans echoed in the closet, party music barely seeping through the closet door. Faints moans filled the closet, each one getting louder and louder along with skin slapping.

Your breath hitched as Devons hands traveled around your, one hand playing with your nipple while the other jerked your throbbing dick off.

"So fucking tight..."Devon groaned as he nuzzled his face into M/Ms neck, inhaling his scent.

His smell was addicting to Devon, almost making him go crazy...

"Don't tell me you're a virgin..." Devon chuckled, looking at your fucked out face, red and sweaty with your brows furrowed. Small tears rolled down your cheek from the harsh rhythm of Devon's thrusts and overstimulation of his cock ramming into your prostate.

"I asked you a question... Be a good boy and answer me." He practically growled in your ear, waiting for your answer as he slowly stopped his pace.

"I... I am! Please just-!" You gasped for air, barely able to get any words out as Devon slapped your ass cheek, leaving a bright red cast on your skin.

He slammed back into you, resuming his pace. Precum seeping out of your cock onto the wood floor, your hands red from holding onto the wooden walls

"What a whore... Just giving your purity to some guy from a party. How'd does it make you feel? Huh? Cumming for a guy you barely even know..."

He shamed you, even while still slamming his cock into you while his free hand gripped your sore butt cheek. You couldn't handle it, the torture, overstimulation, and down right degrading...

"How would your mommy feel knowing you let some guy fuck you? Cum in your insides? Feeling every inch of your body while barely knowing you? What a slut." He groaned,

You moaned as your orgasm crashed into you like a semi truck, throwing your head back as your cum splattered on the wall and dripped to the floor.

Devon chuckled as you came, his pace never faltering. His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you up, his other hand letting go of your cock and moving to grip your thigh. His other hand did the same, moving under your thighs and lifting you up, dick still embedded in your tight hole.

Big tears swelled in your eyes as Devon kissed pressed light kisses on your cheek as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. It was a much more forgiving pace than how it was before.

"I can't... I can't keep going!" *You whined, throwing your head back as Devon bit the side of your neck. His hips slowly slapping your butt, his pace getting faster after each slap.

"I know you can, don't fail me now. I haven't even came yet, you need to let me cum..."

Devon whispered in your ear before returning to bitting your neck. His cock was leaking inside of you, throbbing as he thrusted faster into you.

"fuck... I'm almost!-" Devon grunted, his grip tightening around your legs as he hugged them to your chest. He thrusted as if he'd die if he slowed down.

"Fuck, ahh! Im gonna cum again!" Your eye burned as tears rolled down your cheeks, another orgasm crashing into you as your cum squirted out of your throbbing cock.

Devon wasn't holding up good either, his cock throbbing in you as his pelvis harshly slapped against your butt, leaving it sore and red.

"Auh, fuck! I'm gonna cum in you! Gahh, fuck!" Devon practically screamed, cum bursting out of his cock hole and covering your insides in a milky white substance.

Thankfully, the sounds of loud music completely covered the screams, whimpers, and skin slapping that was coming from that dingy closet.

Devon leaned against the wall with you still in his arms as he slid down. He slowly unhooked his arms from your legs, his warm cock still wrapped around your cum filled walls.

"shit.." You whimpered, leaning on Devon's chest. Your pants were still bundled around your ankles, neither one of you cared to ever pull them completely off. Probably for convenience.

"shit indeed, fuck..." You both sat in silence for a while, needing rest from that huge fuck session. Your legs were sore from being contorted in positions you've never been in just for Devon's pleasure. And yours, you can't lie.

Devon wrapped his hands around your waist, heavily breathing down your neck. He rested his cheek against yours, both of you finally calming down.

"Round 2?"

To be continued <3

[artslovergirl]

Stanford!art as a secret admirer pleaaaaase

hiii! sorry this took me literally a month to finish i am still not very good at keeping a drabble a drabble and this one really got away from me but i promise in the future that hopefully wont be the case....anywhoo! enjoy! (ty for being my first request ever!) also shoutout to diya for helping me a bit with characterizing art having a crush on someone! mwah!

admittedly, art felt like a creep. not enough to stop sneaking glances at you across the lecture hall but definitely enough to feel hot shame crawl up his neck whenever you would accidentally meet his eye contact.

he quickly glanced away and stared back at the blackboard, trying to pretend that's what he had been looking at all along.

he began fiddling with his pen, pushing the plastic end of it nervously against his lips. he could feel your eyes on him for a few moments longer before turning back around to face the professor.

great. now you probably actually thought he was a creep. which is not exactly how he planned your first form of contact to go.

...alright, to be fair, he never had an exact plan in the first place? but "make awkward eye contact" wouldn't have been a part of it. that's for sure.

he was a little out of his element here. stanford was a hell of a lot bigger than mark rebellato was.

back there, most of the girls knew him, sometimes even liked him already or he had patrick as his wingman. (or when it came to tashi, competition.) but here? he felt so unsure all of a sudden. it felt like all of the experience he had with dating seemed completely useless.

when he first saw you, he was still pretty infatuated with tashi. but that doesnt mean he didnt notice how hot you were. as more time passed the more he realized that tashi and patrick were apprently locked in (go figure the dude finally learns commitment just in time. read bitterness.) and the more he saw you, the more he heard you talk in class, the more he saw you laugh with your friends, the more you wouldnt leave his mind. not to mention how fucking smart you were. well, are.

the lecture ended and as always you were one of the first people out the door. you were always in a rush. or maybe you just had another class all the way on the other side of campus?

he wondered what your major was. he wondered if you knew he played tennis. he wondered if it would even impress you if you found out. he hoped it would.

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art was sitting in the cafeteria stabbing his fork into his salad that consisted of like 70% veggies and 30% eggs.

he had to say, he was definitely getting sick of eggs at this point. he took a small sip of his gatorade.

usually, he drank blue, but he decided to try red today. maybe because it was patrick's favorite flavor or maybe because he needed at least a little change in routine.

unfortunately, as he went to place the bottle back down on the table, he almost knocked it over as soon as he suddenly noticed you standing by the vending machine. and then turning around. and.. walking towards him? holy shit.

at first, he thought you would just walk past him, but you stopped at his table. he didn't know if he believed in god, but at that moment, he certainly felt like a favorite.

"hey," you smiled politely, "sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a quarter? that thing doesn't seem to take nickles." you nodded your head towards the vending machine at the entrance of the cafeteria.

"uh." his brain tried to play catch up. "um, yeah, let me check." he let out a small chuckle so he wouldn't sound so nervous, but it sounded more like he was wheezing. he pulled out his wallet, ripped apart the velcro, and checked. he silently celebrated when he noticed he did, in fact, have a few quarters. "yeah, how many do you need?" he looked up at you. his cheeks felt hot.

"oh, just one is fine." he nods, and suddenly, in front of your presence, it seems a lot harder to properly grab the quarter from his wallet. he does manage, though, and as he hands it to you, he feels your fingers brush against his palm.

as if transferred from your fingertips to his palm it felt like a surge went through his body, traveling through his arteries and sparking at the tips of his fingers and toes. you hand him your nickels in exchange. before you could turn to leave, he quickly interjected, "we're in the same class, right? english literature?"

he didnt know where he was going with this, he just wanted to keep talking to you.

your eyes flashed with recognition.

"oh, yeah! art, right? you sit behind me?" you knew his name. "yeah, yeah, that's right." he nodded, his fingers drummed against the table. there was a short lull in the conversation as he desperately tried to grasp for anything to talk about that wouldn't seem like he was hitting on you (even though he kind of was.)

"so, uh, this is actually good timing because i've been sorta meaning to talk to you anyway?" his lips pulled into a familiar charming lopsided smile.

"oh, really?" you tilted your head. "yeah." he nodded, his hand going to fidget with curls on the back of his neck that stuck out of his backwards cap.

"i, uh, need some help with some of the material, and, you know, you're so good-"

"oh, i'm not that-"

"nah, c'mon no need to be modest," there's that grin again, "i don't think i've ever seen you get a question wrong."

you huff, feeling embarrassed at the unexpected praise, "well, it's literature, so it's all interpretation, it's hard to be outright wrong."

"see, that answer just confirms it." he says.

you chuckle, finally giving in and accepting the compliment. "so..you want my help then?" he nods. he really prayed you would say yes because this was really his only plan on how to get to know you.

you mulled over it for a few seconds. then you nodded. "yeah, okay, let me give you my number and we can figure out the details later. i got another class in like-" you glanced back at the clock, "shit, 3 minutes."

you hastily ripped a piece of paper out of your notebook scribbled a number on it and left it on the table. "oh, and thanks for the quarter!" you yelled back (even though you didn't even get to use it) before booking it out of the cafeteria. guess he was right about you always being in a rush.

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4:58 pm. 2 more minutes till you'd knock at his door. art did another once over of his room. now he wasn't exactly a messy guy but he had to admit his dorm had never been this clean before. actually maybe it was too clean...would you think that was weird? like would you think he was a neatfreak? girls probably weren't into that.

he began messing up his bedsheets just a little so it wouldnt look like he had just spent the past three hours obsessively cleaning every inch of his dorm. even though thats exactly what he did.

it was a pretty small room but you'd be surprised how long it can take to clean if you're doing a real deep clean. not to mention the pain in the ass that doing laundry in college was.

he did all of this because, keeping true to your word, you did make plans with him to help him out with some of the reading.

you : does 5pm on saturday work 4 u?? :-)

art : Yeah, I'm totally free!!

(in hindsight the two exclamation points were probably a bit much.)

just as he was about to check out his hair for the 5th time today, there was a knock on the door. he glanced at the little digital watch on his wrist. 5pm sharp. wow, you were punctual. was it weird that he found that hot?

art quickly brushes a few unruly curls that were sticking out of his backwards cap away with his fingers before moving to open the door.

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"so, what's the exact stuff you're having trouble with?" you peered at him from his bed, which you were sitting on, which he was being very cool about.

you had asked him if it was okay to sit there after you had exchanged a few pleasantries and then chatted for about 10 minutes.

it was mostly about class at first, then turned into more personal topics. you asked him if he was on the tennis team, because of all the..well..tennis gear in his room.

he nodded and told you about his tennis scholarship. you chuckled and said you had never really watched any matches at stanford so far, but you'd like to see him play.

he really tried to not seem overly enthusiastic about that but he did tell you the exact time and date of his next match.

apparently, you thought the sport seemed "really impressive". ( i.e. you were impressed. i.e. you were impressed by him playing tennis. or that's at least how he heard it.)

then, after he found out you were an english major, which wasn't a surprise, you finally brought up the topic of studying.

he spun in his desk chair, to face you.

"just some of this..interpretive stuff...i feel like i never know what the professor wants to hear from me." he tapped the end of his pen against the book he was holding. "well.." you shifted into a cross-legged postion, you were wearing shorts and he was trying really hard not to stare at your legs.

"you probably shouldnt be thinking about that in the first place, you know, what the professor wants to hear? you should think about what you actually got from the book." he knew this was pretty standard advice but when you said it, it sounded like the most intelligent, world-changing thing he'd ever heard.

"riiight...what if i didnt get anything from it?" he smiled sheepishly, leaning his head on his hand. you scrunched up your nose and playfully rolled your eyes, "oh, come on, how can you read classic literature and not get anything from it? i don't believe that."

you scooted forward a little. a little closer to him. a nervous chuckle left his lips, his gaze swept back and forth between you and the book before settling on you.

truth be told, he was doing fine, at least grade-wise, and even if he wasn't, it wasn't like he was striving to become an english professor, he mostly decided to take this class on a whim. but the part about struggling with interpretations was true, it just maybe wasn't necessarily a dire enough situation to require your help...

"well, maybe youre not asking yourself the right questions before you read." you hummed, gently tapping your finger against your leg. "can i see your notes?"

art panicked a bit at that. he wasn't sure why, but suddenly someone looking at his notes felt oddly intimate. you would be able to read the bits and parts of the book he regarded as important enough to jot down. what he liked. what he didn't like. perhaps it was a little intimate.

he tried to play it casual, though, and nodded as he handed you his english lit folder. his nerves only got worse the longer you took to read through them.

then suddenly, you smiled and nodded a little bit before looking up at him again. he prayed that you couldn't see the way his heart was trying to escape his ribcage right now.

"you know, you couldve just asked me out."

before his brain could even process that sentence, his mouth seemed to go into immediate action to splutter out some kind of denial in order to salvage this, "what? i- no, no, that's not- i mean, seriously why would-"

"i mean, i wouldn't have said no. like you didn't have to pretend to need my help. you clearly don't need it-" you gently tossed his folder back onto the desk. "-plus you're cute."

he didn't move for a good few seconds until he finally caught up to what had just happened.

now, this would've been the moment where he would've liked to be really cool and smooth in his response, but instead what happened was: "um..so then are we..like are you.."

in his defense you kind of caught him off guard. like completely. he had had a plan. how the study sessions would transition into friendship, and then maybe, hopefully at some point would transition into dating. he was a patient guy, really, and you had just skipped like...everything.

"are you free tomorrow?" you asked, as you stood up to grab your bag. wow, you were really taking the wheel at this point. and he discovered that he had shockingly little problem with that.

"uh, yeah, yeah i'm free..like all day." he did have training in the morning but he truly would skip it just this once if it came down to it.

"2pm?"

"sure."

"i'll text you?"

"okay."

"so..it's a date?"

you had stood up from the bed and were suddenly already on your way out. probably because you could tell he needed a minute.

"yeah, a date." he nodded with a (almost lovestruck) smile he hadn't even noticed had snuck its way unto his lips. you reciprocated with an equally excited grin, "cool."

before he knew it, the door had clicked shut, and he was alone again. he felt warm.

"cool."

[pagelets]

Hold me down- P.J

There's no synopsis cause I wrote this in 2 hours and didn't have creativity for anything else after finishing it. Enjoy!

As usual, it was inspired by hold me down by Daniel Caesar (and a dream of mine hehe).

Disclaimer: contains smut!!

Jay was her best friend for the past 3 years. He didn’t expect that friendship to last that much, he also didn’t expect he would be able to keep his feelings for her for that long. But there he was, sitting next to her almost dead body at the backseat of an uber, heading to her place, after 2 fucking hours of watching her dance and flirt with other guys. And girls. Apparently everyone was attractive in her perspective, except for him. And having her head on his shoulder, with her smell getting impregnated on his clothes, just made everything even harder to bear with. 

“Baby, it’s 3 a.m.

Had you on my mind

And it’s not the first time we’ve gone through this

Wanting you more and more

I can’t help but think of what we could be”.

The music playing on the radio also made things even harder for Jay. He had his arm around her shoulders, like a caring boyfriend would do, even though he knew she saw him as nothing more than just friends. Still, it was almost impossible to not wonder how things could be if he opened his heart to her, if she said yes to him. He sighed, quietly, trying to not let his feelings get the best of him.

 When the uber stopped in front of her building, Jay gently shook her body “Sweetheart, we are here…” he said in a soft tone “Jayboy…” she said in a sleepy voice “Yes?” “Please don’t leave me alone” he smiled, she didn’t have to ask, he was already going to do it “Of course, babe. Let’s go”. Jay thanked the driver and helped her to get out of the car, but she couldn’t even stand up by herself “You might have to carry me” “Yeah…” he grabbed her thighs while wrapped his arms on her torso and lifted her up to carry her till the apartment “...I think so”.

Jay carried her to her bed, took her high heels off and covered her with a warm blanket “Good night, sweetheart” he muttered before standing from the bed to make his own bed on the couch. But suddenly she stopped him, grabbing his arm “No. You said you wouldnt leave me alone” “I’m just going to sleep on the couch, it’s past 3 a.m already, I’m tired” “Sleep here” she tapped the empty space on her bed “You want me to sleep here?” “Yes” she shrugged “Are you that needy?” “What!? No! Why do you think like that?” “You want to sleep next to me, you must be desperate” she lifted her body “Jay… what are you talking about?” “Nothing… I’m just tired. Go back to sleep, I will just make a bed for myself on the…” she cut him, throwing her arms around his shoulder and pulling him to her “What…” “Oh, Jay, your silly boy. I would want your company no matter what” he smiled, hugging her “Me too, babe. Me too” she pulled away a bit just to look at his face “What?” he asked “Want to tell you something” “So say it”, Jay waited, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she touched his lips with her lips. For a few seconds, they just stood there with lips glued. Jay couldn’t move cause of the shock and she couldn’t move because of the disbelief that she actually did that. “Well, fuck that shit, it’s done already” she thought, and started to move her lips. Jay blinked his eyes, then kept it closed and worked with his lips to start deepening the kiss along with her. 

Soon, she was laying with her back on the mattress again, pulling Jay to be on top of her but when she grabbed the hem of his shirt and tried to take it off him, he stopped “Hold on” and took some distance from her “What?” “You’re drunk, this isn’t right” “What?! I’m not drunk” “I saw you drinking tonight “A beer! And I sipped your drink…” she paused to think “...And Heeseung’s, and Jake’s drinks, but that’s all” “I don’t believe in you” “Why not?” “Why would you kiss me and want to rip my clothes off if you weren’t drunk?” “I am not drunk, your idiot, I like you!” “But, you slept all the way here…” “I was sleepy” “You made me carry you!” he said in disbelief “I like being spoiled” Jay chuckled, still perplexed “You… like me?” “Yes…” “For how long?” “A year and a half, I guess” “But… why did you never tell me?” “Cause I was afraid of losing you” he leaned forward to be close to her lips again “You could never lose me, silly” “So you like me too?” “Since the first time I put my eyes on you” “So that means we can keep making out, right?” he laughed “You’re impossible, do you know that, right?” “Yes. Now kiss me, yeah?” and she didn’t need to ask twice, Jay was already with his lips on her again. 

Now her attempt to take his shirt was successful, she opened button by button and the American man didn’t even think about stopping her. While he focused on taking his arms off the shirt, she took the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, sliding her hand into his boxers, sneakily, receiving a muffled moan from Jay. “Fuck” he mumbled when she stopped kissing him to smirk, to show him she was enjoying it as much as he was. ”Come here” she demanded, he obeyed, dipping down to kiss her again. While their tongues danced along with each other, her fingers ran his length, from the base to the tip, rubbing there in circles, then slid it downward again, giving teasing strokes, driving Jay crazy. 

“Damn”, he cursed again “Take your pants off, it’s in my way” “Ok” he stood up and stripped his pants and underwear off. Meanwhile, she kneeled in front of him and as soon as he was completely naked, she took him in her mouth all at once, not giving him a remote chance to even think about complaining. Not that he would. He could feel her throat against his tip, he almost exploded right there, almost filled her mouth with his cum, but no, not yet, he wanted to feel her around him before cumming. “Look, I…” but she barely had started. When Jay was about to say something, she started to move her mouth, back and forth, to slide her tongue in his length, circles motion, up and down, taking him fully each time. Jay’s grip on her hair got even thigher each time she made a move “Fuck, babe, this feels amazing” in fact, way too amazing, at the point of his precum start to drip in her tongue. “Wait!” she didn’t stop “Hold on, babe” she nodded negatively with her head “Come on” he gently pulled her by the hair. She had his fluids mixed with her spit running down her chin, “Why? It’s so good” “Yeah, way too good” “So?” “Wanna cum inside of you” she smirked, then stood up, running her hands up to his chest “Didn’t know you were like that” he bent down to kiss and slightly bite the soft flesh of her neck, taking a slow and needy moan from her.

 “Lemme show how I’m like” “Yes” “That’s what I wanted to hear”. Jay pulled her dress up to her belly button. “Did sucking me turn you on?” he whispered in her ear “So much” “You must be very wet, don’t you?” she nodded, he smirked. With one single move, he put her panties to the side and slipped one finger into her. She whined, gripping on his bare shoulders “I think you can take 2, right?” she nodded again, this time moaning instead of whining when he fingered her again. And again, and again, till her knees got weak “Jay…” “Yeah?” “I need you inside of me” “Me too”, so he pulled his fingers out of her, placing them in front of her lips “lick them” she smirked, and sucked all of her juices from his index and middle fingers “Good girl” “Cut that shit, I’m the dom tonight” “You what?!” “Lay on the bed, Jayboy” he thought about saying a “but” but she didn’t seem to be kidding, so he obeyed. Being very honest, he liked a bossy girl from time to time. So he laid on the bed and enjoyed the view of her stripping down, first her night out dress, then her black lace panties, then he observed carefully her beautiful, curvy body walking toward him, then straddling his hips and bending over to kiss his lips “You’re so beautiful” “You’re so beautiful” “Thank you, sweetheart” she smiled “Are you ready for me?” “Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?” “Oh, Jayboy, you’re so silly sometimes” she aligned herself with his cock, then slid down his length, slowly, trying to take everything in “But I love that about you” she said in between her cutted breath. Jay let a slurred groaned come out from his mouth, she was so wet, so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, around him. “Damn”, he cursed “Jay” “Hum?” “Are you good? Can I move now?” “Please, babe, please move” “Ok”, and quickly she started to ride him. Up and down, back and forth, making circles and zigzag motions. Jay’s hands rested on her hips, gripping harder each new movement of her. Her moans echoed the room along with his groans, the sound of skin slapping to skin made the act even sexier and her hands squeezing her breasts, hallucinated even more the American man. 

“I can’t take it anymore” he mumbled “Cum to me” he nodded with his head, clenched his jaw, and unloaded everything inside of her, not even minding the fact he wasn’t wearing a condom. But the fact Jay cummed didn’t stop her from keeping grinding on him, “You didn’t…” “I’m close too” he moved his hand to her core, and started to rub her clit “Let me help you” and the help worked very well, soon she collapsed on top of her friend, with her walls clenching around his half erected dick. They stood there, with her laying on top of him, waiting for their breaths to catch a normal pace. Jay caressed her hair, while she drew imaginary lines of his chest “Hey…” she started “Yeah?” “It was amazing” “I know” “I think we should do it more often” he chuckled “Yes, sweetheart…” he paused to kiss the top of her head “...I really think we should”

[schlattslonghairytoes]

make the cut 🥎

A.P calc teacher schlatt x A.P studio art teacher reader

when the athletics associate at the school you work at asks you to coach the girls softball team, you agree. only to find you share the field with your sometimes favorite coworker.

it had been a few months since schlatts infamous halloween party

and things between you and him were great

well, they were... okay?

you werent even sure anymore, because as much as you were obsessed with this man, and wanted him so bad, he wouldnt make a damn move

you felt like maybe he didnt even like you, but he was also kinda obsessed with you?

it felt like you were making most of the moves, and he "didnt wanna label anything to early" so you were in this weird inbetween stage

a situationship? idk thats what the girls called it

but honestly, it was getting a little boring, he wouldnt take you on dates, or even really make an effort

but the times that were good, outweighed the bad, the nights spent laying bare under the covers, sharing things only soulmates would tell the other

but at the same time he was so emotionally disconnected

it was all beggining to feel more like a task then a blessing

you slowly started to distance yourself after two months, because if he wasnt going to do something soon, omfg you were done waiting

disregarding that burden, something you were actually looking foward to was approaching

softball season!!!

you had played throughout highschool and college, even going as far as playing in division two throughout your college experience

you had applyed for a coaching spot, and you knew you were the most qualified, so the job was rightfully yours

and to add a cherry on top of that, your favorite six girls had told you that they were going to try out for the varsity team!

you knew this would be a good distraction from whatever bull shit Mr. Schlatt was doing

the texting and calling slowed, he stopped visiting your class as much, you kinda just assumed the infatuation phase was over

it was more painful then you let off, i mean you thought there would be a chance you would marry this man.

so a distraction was very well needed, that is, until try-outs began

you walked onto the field the moment school ended, you didnt expect students to get to the field until around four, so you had a soild thirty minutes to plan and set up

you were waiting for your assistant coach to show up, you werent told before hand who it would be, but you really hoped it was a teacher that you got along with

you sat in the dugout, going over drills and planning answers to questions you knew would be asked

when the signature engine sound you had grown so used to, pulled up right next to the field, and a large six foot three, muttonchopped man got out of his car

you felt your sholders involuntarily slouch, and a large sigh escaped your throat.

great, this is just what you needed

what made it even worse was he pulled up in pit vipers and a large toothy grin, one of you were obviosly more happy about this pair up then the other.

"would you look at that, my favorite girl's already here, as usual." he laughed and sat down his baseball bag close to mine

"what are you doing here johnny, why arent you coaching baseball." you said in a unimpressed tone, he raised and eyebrow and laughed

"you dont seem very happy to have me here, i applied to do baseball but they had to many coaches, when they said i could do softball instead i was hesitant, but when they mentioned i would be with you, i took them up on it." his words didnt carry his usual confidence

"did i do something, i mean youre never THIS unhappy to see me" he attempted at a joke but he really seemed crushed

"listen, its just... i mean, well. i dont know, i feel like things between us havent really been going anywhere, it kinda feels like you dont... care? or like me, i dont know, i kinda just thought this thing we had, y'know, run its course?"

every bit of confidence, ego, and happiness left his body the moment you started talking, he was genuinley speechless, you thought he didnt like you anymore?

it was the exact opposite, he actualy convinced himself he liked you TOO much. he went to assure you that wasnt the case, but the approaching loud teenage girl voices shut you both up

"look, it was nice, but maybe were better off as friends, lets just get try-outs started alright?" you smiled softly and walked out to greet all the girls, leaving schlatt with his confused brain

how the fuck was he going to get through the next two hours

no forget that, the next 4 months.

you started tryouts with everyone introducing themselves and sharing how long they have played softball, and what position they usually play if they have

once everyone went, you sent all the girls to do four laps around the field while you and schlatt assessed each one and what position they would start as today

there were 32 girls there and twelve would make varsity and 14 would make JV

but only cutting 8 girls would make you feel so bad, so the ligistics were still being figured out

then you assigned each girl to a position and now it was time for you to hit to each one, schlatt took all the potential pitchers and catchers to the bullpen to start their try-outs

you would bat a ball to each girl, and their job was to field it and accurately and quickly throw it to first base, and if you were hitting to first base, they had to throw it to you.

quite simple.

or thats what you hoped

turns out, playing with d1 and d2 players, is not the exact same as playing with high schoolers

this was going to be an excruciatingly long four months.

[gamblersdoll]

𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂!-1

the hero system was fucked, to say the least.

youve interned at the hawks residence for some time to know that, yet, it still surprises you to the very day. the amount of villains whos been locked up but yet have somewhat a valid— no, a good reason of doing what they do. whether its to feed their families, feed themselves, help their parents because they cant do it, or simply show the fact that there are people in need but labeled as villains… whether by their mutant quirks or ‘unfit’ quirks.

you couldve been one of them, since you were labeled as a villain since your quirk first activated. even your own mother acted as such.

“gorgon, you ready?” tokoyami asked, bringing you back into reality and making a small pat in your back.

you give a soft smile, tilting your head and nodding. “yeah, lets go.” you say, smoothing out your hero form and patrolling around for hawks–meanwhile he chats it up with endeavor.

you were graduating soon from yuuei high… shit, time went fast. ontop of that, you were about to be a hero. something you desired since in the womb. but, something did feel sort of … off. as in your mentor.

he had been avoiding you sometimes, and you knew it. because he didnt do it with tokoyami, he casually talks with the kid most of the time. but with you? it was short and dry. especially when it was only you two since tokoyami had classes still.

and its like he wouldnt even look at you.

“hawks? can i talk to you?” you pull him to the side, apologizing to endeavor, yet he grunts a ‘i was done talking to him, anyway.’

“whats up?” he asks, he has that dumbass stance that pushes his hip’s forward but he leans backwards. oh well, you werent here to talk posture. you folded your arms, and he folded his too.

“why are you avoiding me? arent you supposed to be mentoring me and teaching me things to be a hero? how am i supposed to learn if youre just going to focus on one person but not both that you took in?”

“its in your head.” he deadpanned, adjusting his visors and looking down at you. “you think im avoiding you when im not. just relax, little one.” he reassured, patting your head and smiling.

you feel some sort of relief, yet, still confusion and suspicious. you nod, turning on your heels and walking back to patrol area, his eye twitching. he excuses himself into a secluded alleyway and readjusted his pants, along with clutching at his chest. more importantly, above his heart.

you catch on too fast, extremely too fast. it makes a good spy or undercover agent, but now? it was bad.

he steadies his breathing, rolling his eyes back and exhaling. fuck, do you understand how intoxicating your air was? you had to have known. yet, you seem so oblivious. he pulls himself together, getting back to the group and unfortunately, groupies started to form.

‘can i get an autograph, mr hawks?’

‘please sign my tits, im your biggest fan!’

‘are you currently in a relationship?’

the last one stuck out to him, paparazzi swarming him and endeavors’ kids. but his eyes looked for you, bingo.

his eyes rest on you, somewhat of a glare but a trained look onto you. his heart beats faster, but his head is brought back to reality and he puts on that usual poker face.

[theogonize]

WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR GREGORY HOUSE 😤 WITH WHO I CAN SHARE MY THOUGHTS OTHER THAN YOU.

i mean,,,, he would whisper "don't fall in love with me" mid-thrust, knowing so damn well you are already whipped, thank you very much.

my revolutionary concept??? gregory house weirdly obsessed with how you taste. like clinically obsessed. after going down on you, he’ll lick his fingers and hum like he’s analyzing wine. "elevated sodium content. complex hormonal blend. you been stressed today?" it’s disgusting. it’s hot. he’ll spend hours between your legs under the guise of “data collection,” and you’ll climax so hard you forget your name while he mutters things like, “just verifying results, don’t mind me.” you once caught him smelling your underwear from the laundry. he claimed it was to confirm dehydration. you didn’t buy it—but you let him finish what he was doing anyway.

idc, he only says “i love you” inside you. he’s incapable of saying it sober, in daylight, or without a sharp insult afterward. but sometimes—when you’re kissing like it means something, when you’re holding his face while he’s inside you, when he’s too raw to lie—he’ll whisper it. barely audible. and then he fucks you like he regrets it. the next day, he’s colder. sarcastic. meaner than usual.

jerking off to your voicemails!! you left him one once—accidentally. breathless. laughing. saying you missed him. he saved it. then he saved more. voicemails of you angry, sweet, annoyed, teasing. he doesn’t even touch himself to porn anymore. just puts on your voice and lets himself feel something awful and good. sometimes he imagines you’re on top of him, whispering those exact words into his ear. sometimes he comes just hearing you say his name like you want something. he told you once, casually, “your voice is the only thing that makes me come consistently.” you laughed. he didn’t.

i have so much more oh my god i am not okay 🦚

we are so back 🦚 anon!!!!!!! ALSO YOUR MIND... IT NEEDS TO BE STUDIED

he's sooo fucking annoying (i said with barely concealed lust) when he says don't fall in love with me, hoping, praying you do. because he's basically projecting. this is his fucked up love confession, in the form of a warning because he doesn't trust himself with love. a two person thing.

ANKJSMNDVFHN OKAYYY PUSSYFREAK HOUSE i very much agree. people like to say house munch propaganda is ableist but like why are you being munchphobic? ofc he loves the smell, the sight, the taste of pussy! he's an old fashioned "dont wash, i'm coming home in three days" typa guy puhleaseee

if you're not a doctor, he'll just be making shit up 100% to be in there for as long as possible. like "i noticed a change in the taste after the hour and a half mark, b. just making sure this time too." like okay freak. and he's so into stealing your panties, especially if you've had an especially long day. he's basically panting on the doorstep when you come home stressed because a) you'll want him to eat you out and b) the smell between your legs <3<3

but i think he would actually develop a mechanism to analyse your mood on the basis of tasting you because he's just... scientific like that (🤤) OR he'll use his perceptiveness to make you feel bad abt doubting his whole theory. he'd be eating you out and he'd stop midway just to say "you've been mad at me the whole day" and get back to work while you are left successfully wondering if your pussy is whispering these things to him. voicemail house will also be expanded upon thank you for reminding me. i think i did put a bit of that in my beating his ass but he likes it post....

house, if he did feel the impulse to tell you that he loves you, would 100% begin crying. or like at the least, tearing up. and he'd say in the most pained, pathetic voice that fills your heart with that maternal kind of awww my baby pity. and then he'd fuck you so hard, so rough you'd forget what just happened moments prior (like he wanted) and he wouldnt be able to sleep the whole night because what if you do remember... and what if it means something, something bad. what if you leave? as he turns his head to look at you fast asleep. his heart aches, it aches so bad he can't breathe. but then he has to act like he doesnt care when you wake up. but it does. he does love you.

whatever lets focus on him being a pervert please so he can feel like he's not losing himself to you

[porcelainbluedove]

what types of places all the UD cast would fuck in? More to less risky? Love your works ❤️❤️!!

love this- will be short because i have immediate thoughts on this LMFOQJF

warnings: public sex, mike is a fucking freak ass mf...josh is worse HAHA- uhh idk spit i guess!?... probs forgetting smth per usual!

Boys!:

Mike: Risk central. yep. he loves that shit- fuck i imagine Josh catching you two fucking in like the bathroom after you two made the excuse of taking a bath together which.. i mean.. isn't totally wrong... but you ended up bent over the edge of the massive tub "forgetting" to lock the door... whoops i guess

Josh: He likes the risk because he likes seeing you scared and whimpering "we're gonna get caught!" and in his head hes just like yeah... yeah hunny thats the point. definitely fucked you in the movie room with a gorey movie on in the back while everyone is asleep upstairs- making you try to keep quiet 😵‍💫

Chris: he's more ballsy- he would let you sit on his lap with his cock stuffed inside you while you desperately try to not squirm and make any type of indication to what was happening while maybe hanging out with Josh or smth kmfgwhfj maybe even have you ride his dick while he games and has his headset on your head with the mic on full blast to see if you either break infront of the guys or can cum quietly enough jjsjsjd

Matt: definitely more on the tame side when it comes to public stuff. Not to say he doesn't like some risk sometimes tho...he's more into like subtly fingering you or you giving him a handjob wjjsjdj. i feel like matt would be the type to wanna do some stuff in the wilderness yk?? like maybe mutuql masturbation in a not to secluded area up at the lodge ehehhehe

girls!:

Jess: yeah. atp just eat her out infront of everyone ??? jk jk no-- unless? off topic sorrz! anyways, yeah she digs that shit soo much she loves when you ask her to wear skirts w/out panties so you can feel her up where ever whenever you want too- links hand in hand with the free use thing...she is the type to probably enjoy a remote controlled vibe and going shopping with friends and then you dragging her off to the mall bathroom and fucking her to tears and her then havibg to fix her makeup and complain about it as if she didnt love it 😭

Emily: She likes to publicly tease you, esp infront of the guys (BISEXUALS RISE UP) she likes the risk bcus she likes to embarrass you lets all be serious rn. (maybe even have you ride a strap while she makes Mike watch OJAHOSH LET ME STOP THERE-)

Ashley: she likes risk! but like matt, definitely is less inclined to it if its full sex. she also likes hand stuff. id say she wouldnt mind fingering eachother and making out in the room next to someone's who they want to make jealous or smth tehehe

Sam: the least out of them all to be into the risk, but if its the occasional over the clothing touching to tease before she takes you home to royally fuck you? ohhooo yes maam she digs that. She would definitely like to invite another gal or guy to help tease you through out the day like at the mall, or the movie theater jsjs

NEED THEM ALL!

[zan0tix]

I yap so much about the comic and the importance i find in its contents but i hope when i write dirk or jake or rlly any of them it doesnt come off as me dumbing them down😭

I know the core internal mechanisms at which they all operate from otherwise i wouldnt understand why they even do what they do and why they speak how they do since that is so crucial to analysis of their behaviour and Why they were written.

But i mostly write silly scenarios so the deeper messier parts dont get to show much�� working on deeper things tho rest assured i am locking in🫡🫡🫡

I try to match the tones of how i believe the characters would act continuing off the ending of homestuck. With dirk and jake specifically i try to write them to where they still both kinda dont say everything they need to but they dont have the weight of narrative destiny on their shoulders anymore so they can admit they like spending time together and have actually confessed like normal people and got out those apologies they kept yammering on about in the last half of act 6

I try to reinvoke the ridiculous nature of the one time we really see the real dirk and jake talk (which was actually a dreambubble memory. jake is so gay.) but i try to make it feel how that did, they really do love spending time together and just being weird and cringe and bantering about stupid shit ❤️(the most we see dirk type laugh in the comic)

(Always Highly recommend reading this log if you havent in a while. Its just such good writing theyre so funny) https://www.homestuck.com/story/4844

I feel like the Best Bros part of dirkjake kinda gets lost alot of the time considering THEY NEVER SPEAK DIRECTLY (which is insane that hussie could craft this universe bending gender norm shattering yaoi with no fucking interactions wtf anyway) but there is alot you can gleam from jakes interactions with hal and this one log to tell us how they usually speak

Dirk always veers into making homoerotic comments because.. i dunno he might have feelings for jake or something whos to say. and when jake presses him dirk immediately diverts. I think from being around dave and everything daves realised thats bullshit about masculine standards and heroism that let him have a healthier relationship to masculinity, hearing abt that would loosen dirk up about Actually being affectionate to jake

But hes still somehow trying to no homo his way out of things that are incredibly homo just in a subtler way, not immediately going “Haha, what? I never said that. Anyway.” (Its both out of his fear for what his true identity means about him as a man but also because he doesnt think he deserves to get such affections cough thinks himself an evil)

And jake was always going with the flow. If his friends socially decreed something as okay to talk about then the fucking damn burst open and he couldnt keep it in anymore but they had to Very Clearly Clarify with him about it. So i think dirk going down a more positive road would lead jake there too seeing that if its okay for dirk to be less restrictive with his feelings jake can be too.

The Epilogues has a highly specific premise and was being manned by caliborn and calliope 2.0 cranked to the max in the deranged fanfic behaviour so. Of course it would not be a healthy environment for characters to grow💀 anyone who takes it as full confirmation about how theyd act or become as adults and ignores the fact of its premise Being “Homestuck but Sick and Twisted; The Fanfiction” is kind of stupid its like saying homosuck was in character. Ofc everybodys lives goes to shit because the two running the show dont know how the hell to be good puppeteers 😭

Said it on twitter but you can tell how much a dirk hates himself based on his relationship to a jake. Because tho ult dirk wouldnt ever admit it jake is dirks anchor of self worth just as dirk is jakes. When they show compassion and kindness to one another its a step closer to self acceptance because Jake is quite frankly a living embodiment of EVERYTHING that is “wrong” (queer, cringe, sincere, feminine) about Dirk to himself in his saviour complex surrounding manhood. (See Everything caliborn says about jake) jakes always waiting for dirk. If dirk were to step down and admit his own humanity itd mean hed have to accept he is capable of growing and isnt inherently evil, and jake would be ready to embrace that about himself too

Anyway all that to say. Even in my simple silly writing i at least do try to retain dirk and jakes strange emotional dodging olympics but also its just on a smaller level since theyve inching their way to fully internalising that Its Okay to be Cringe and Gay Together❤️ because the World isnt Ending anymore. Its in the little things they dont say because haha im the one who makes them say words.

Dirk and jake hate themselves because theyre not men in the right way but their love is because of them not being men in the right way so.. nerm.. Whos flying the plane?

[phagodyke]

nvm im too tired and overstimulated for this shit

[bark-ing]

@iamthedamndonutdrawcat @trstalks @queermoons tagging u my dears cuz ik how important this is to u. happy sunday + i hope this is what u guys imagine this post would be!

This is an invitation for ppl to either add more ideas to this or to send asks with pairings and however many points from here and ill write u a little smutty story <3

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A (noncomprehensive) list of the fucked up shit remus would get insanely horny over:

Remus loves to get dirty. Its one of his more disgusting fantasies, to go into the woods with someone and fuck nasty. He wants to get onto the ground and the mud, he wants to be forced into it or force someone down, to get dirtied hands on each other, inside each others pants. (And i could go on and on but i will save that for writing an actual thing)

Losing consciousness is a huge turn on for him. He loves how he loses control, how he gets so pliant and agreeable, how his partner could do absolutely anything to him when he's passed out. He fantasises about hands on his neck pressing him down into the bed, a hand pressed over his mouth and nose stopping any oxygen. He's even done research on chloroform after he cant stop thinking about yet another scene in some movie where a character gets knocked out with a rag pressed to their mouth.

This ones huge in my mind because of whoa omo's beautiful beautiful fic about Remus' love of piss. Please if ure open to it read it it's incredible. He loves the desperation of it yeah but actually getting dirty with it is what he loves the most.

Rope bunny Remus Lupin!!! This is tame considering but just please i cant not imagine him in any kind of binds. He loves being upside down he loves being uncomfortable, he loves how he aches after in the best way. This and this lives in my mind i swear i think of him like at least once a day. I also think no matter if he's being more submissive or dominant he always prefers to be tied up while he isnt too big on tying his partner up.

He likes dressing up, likes to be called a good girl but it ends up being less of a sex thing and more of a Remus Lupin is a genderfuck thing. So anyways he likes having his cock locked in a cage and his cunt fucked until it's loose and sore and filled with his lovers cum. He likes having the cute panties he wears pushed roughly to the side, likes to complain that they're going to get dirty or torn up and if he's lucky they get stuffed into his mouth to shut him up. The mascara he wore running down his face with the tears as he wails and moans like a whore.

He is huge on worship, whether hes being dominant or submissive, he's all over his partner, kissing and praising and rubbing his face up into their skin. Which leads me to conclude that Remus lupin is a feet man. Cant tell me he wouldnt whine and beg to have his loves foot pressing up against his leaking cunt, or his hard cock. He'd go fucking feral for it.

He usually loves prioritising his lovers pleasure, often to the point of overstimulating them. He loves how they start to push at his face or at this chest yet cant help but move their hips into his touch. (imagining this with reg, where Remus fucks him and eats him out and makes him squirt so many times that neither are sure if its squirt or piss anymore teeheehee)

He loves spanking and he loves getting spanked. He loves how it feels when his dick aches, when it leaks precum, when it's all red and sensitive and he swears he could cum just from being spanked. Now if we imagine trans Remus for a moment: he gets so wet after a few spanks on his ass that he just cant keep still anymore, not because it hurts too much but because he needs to rub his cunt up against something, he's leaking everywhere, whiney and racking up more spanks for how he's behaving and he's happy about it. He loves how sore and red his ass and thighs get, how his legs are forced apart and how it hurts in such a different way when its his cunt getting the hits. Once again he swears he could cum just from this.

Very specific now but i think he'd be into suits and like proper clothes and them getting ruined. He'd be all dressed up whether thats in a well tailored suit or a pretty dress saved for special occasions and he'd be complaining the loudest about how its getting ruined even though he loves it

He's a huge pain slut, aside from ur typical spanking and other pain play ure thinking of, he almost likes a fight. Maybe when he gets into a mood, closer to a full moon perhaps when he gets more irritated and pent up and cant help but talk back and be a bitch to his partner during sex, goading them into physically putting him into place. Hmmmm imagine the shock and silence when he gets smacked across the face as if he wasnt hoping for exactly that to happen.

He's really into just bodily fluids. Spit tears cum all of it he needs it. He loves being gagged and having spit pool in his mouth that spills down his chin and dries on his skin, he loves having his lover in his mouth, loves when they spit in his mouth or on him, loves how dirty it makes him feel!

He loves being forced to do things. Loves being convinced that he can take more, loves saying no and being ignored, loves being pushed past his limits (because he does it often in his everyday life with his disability but this is not what this is about). He finds peace and relief in the pain, the overstimulation, the feeling when too much becomes just enough. The satisfaction of taking another blow, another orgasm, of choking on a cock for the fourth 'last time'. There's a moment when the fight in him turns to peace and acceptance because he is such a good pup taking it so well. He genuinely loses his mind.

In the same vein as above, he loves the whole "dumb pup" thing. He loves scenes where he purposefully gets tripped up by his dom, and he cant do anything about it. He cant get upset that he was technically forced to drop the stick from his mouth that he was meant to hold like a good mutt. He fucked up the one thing he was meant to do well, it's not his doms fault that he's so dumb and can't even do the one thing. The aftercare goes so hard after scenes like this cuz remus gets soooo worked up and cries so hard with frustration, how its unfair that he's getting punished for something he didn't do on purpose. But its ok he really does love being shown his place this way.

This one is for the big dick remus lupin truthers: he would try to do the incredibly flexible feat of sucking his own dick at least once. And he would probably consider fucking himself (and it kind of worked.)