#and that’s the part I get shy about. the fuck

[eraserbread]

older bf nanami😍😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤

*rubs hands together like a devious fly*

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43 was an eventful year for nanami... fresh out of a decade-long marriage and fitted with the shiny new title of CFO. he just bought a skyrise apartment in cold, hard, cash and slept in maid-pressed sheets every night.

the best part is, his workload was nearly nonexistent. sure, he's sent a few documents to sign and look over, but the most hours he's pulled since the promotion was less than four in a day. truly a life well-earned.

so, now he spends his thursday mornings tucked against you -- his gorgeous twenty-one-year-old girlfriend, naked, snoozing in the canyon between your breasts.

you're both completely bare from a night well spent and glued to each other by the hip. he loves you, you love him, and his stuffed pockets and superior generosity were only the icing on the cake. there was no part of you that equates him to his wealth, but it's nice not having to want for anything.

it's like god was with you when you accepted that mid-year internship at his company. as a finance student, there's nothing you could learn on paper that you couldn't learn better in person.

and nanami was the best teacher. so thorough, stoic, and strict. It's easy to daydream about him and his greying roots. him and his deep chuckle and eyebrow quirk.

if the perfect older man existed, he'd have that title.

you two wake up halfway to noon, sliding out of bed with his long arm tangled around you.

"this internship is paid, but i don't claim taxes on it, right? since I'm a student?" you have no idea why that's what you dreamt of when you just had your body ravaged the night before, but it was.

"good morning to you, too." nanami yawns, sitting with his back to you on the other side of the bed. "yes, you claim taxes on it."

"then, can you give me a raise?"

"if i give you a raise, they'll just pull more money out. what's wrong, kid, you short on money? I can just make up the 10% in cash."

you're so close to saying yes, but you didn't care that much about the money. it was just on your mind when you fell asleep and you wouldn't stop thinking about it until you asked him.

then, he looks at you over his shoulder, bedhead all out of place and dark eyes shadowed. it makes you bite over your lip and say things you don't mean to say.

"yeah, i want the money. but, i also want you, right now."

you're crawling back over the bed, he's turning around to meet your touch. "no. money or sex. what kind of man do you think I am?"

you mumble, pressing your lips to the edge of his jaw. after all, you have to give to get. "a very generous one," you purr.

"i'm serious." he has you by the throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pretty eyes flutter shut. you're sitting over your heels, brows furrowing when your arousal starts to drip down through your legs.

nanami is not shy when it comes to handling you accordingly. he always has a comfortably tight hand around your neck, shoulders, or between your legs.

and that morning he keeps his hand pressed to your throat when he fucks you in full nelson. he's whispering filthy shit in your ear, only moving from the choke when you let your knees fall and he has to slap you back to your senses.

he's spent all of his good years envisioning his inner sex addict, now he's living it. you can keep up with him and you love it when he treats you like this.

more fingers in your mouth, more hands in your hair, more degrading, filthy names.

all for him to smile at your fucked-out, sweaty figure when he's done and call you beautiful.

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: messy messy messy. spit. teasing. dirty talk. dry humping. pussy obsession. mdni

felix is the biggest fucking pervert. no one ever suspects it. not when he blinks up at them with those soft, round eyes, voice dipped in honey and warmth. not when he giggles at dirty jokes like he doesn’t think about filth on a daily basis. not when he lets his lips part just slightly, breath catching, like he’s naïve to how many times you’ve caught him staring at your mouth. no, they don’t suspect a thing. and neither did you.

he let you think he was innocent.

let you think he was soft, shy, the kind of boyfriend who got flustered when things got too heated. he played along so well—letting his breath hitch when your hands wandered, blinking up at you like he didn’t know what to do next, letting you think you were leading.

it was all an act.

right now, he’s got you spread open beneath him, body trembling, slick pooling beneath you, thighs sticky from the mess he’s already made. his fingers are still in you, still knuckle-deep, pressing, curling, fucking into you slow just to watch the way your cunt clenches around him.

"so fucking wet," he murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw, your throat, breathing in the scent of your sweat, your arousal. "all for me, huh?"

he pulls his fingers out, watching the way your hole twitches at the loss. his fingers glisten, coated in slick, strings of it clinging between them, dripping down to his wrist. he smirks, bringing them to his mouth, tongue darting out to lap at the mess.

"god, you taste so good," he groans, sucking his fingers clean, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever had. then he leans down, presses his tongue flat against your cunt, and drags it up slow, gathering every drop of slick he can.

you sob at the feeling, thighs twitching, body strung too tight. he’s been teasing you for too long, making a mess of you, pushing you just to pull back before you can reach the edge.

"felix, please," you beg, voice wrecked, and fuck—he loves that. loves the desperation, the way you sound completely ruined before he’s even inside you.

he presses a kiss to your clit, soft, almost sweet. then he spits on it.

his breath stutters, coming out shaky, too affected by his own actions to play it cool anymore. his fingers drag through the mess, slow and indulgent, smearing it across your folds, watching with wide, glassy eyes as your hole clenches around nothing.

"god," he breathes, almost like he’s overwhelmed, his voice thick with something dark and desperate. "you’re so fucking wet."

he doesn’t even know what to do first. his fingers twitch against your skin, indecisive—touch, taste, fuck—he wants all of it at once, wants to drown in you, make himself sick on the scent of your arousal, coat himself in it until he can’t think of anything else.

his hips grind down before he can stop them, cock pressing into the mattress, dragging against the rough fabric of his jeans, and he lets out the prettiest little whine, high and breathy.

"shit, i—" he cuts himself off, panting, forehead dropping to your thigh for a moment as he collects himself. but his hips are still moving, rutting slow, lazy, chasing friction like he’s the one being tortured here.

and then he laughs, soft and breathless, nuzzling into your skin before pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh.

"‘m making a mess," he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, hips rolling down again, grinding his cock into the bed like he can’t help it. his fingers dip into your entrance, just barely, and he groans, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. "but look at you. you’re so much worse, baby."

he finally pushes his fingers in, slow, knuckle-deep, groaning at the way your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in greedily. his head tilts back, lips parted, breath catching, and fuck—he just stays like that for a second, just feeling, just letting himself get lost in how tight you are, how hot, how wet.

he moves.

a slow, obscene drag, slick and messy, fingers fucking into you deep, deliberate, thumb rubbing lazy circles over your clit.

"you like this, don’t you?" his voice is low, teasing, his lips dragging over your stomach, nipping at the soft skin. "having me play with you like this, spreading you open, making a mess of you?"

he whines at the sound you make, high and needy, grinding his cock into the sheets again, his movements getting sloppier, less controlled.

"fuck, i can’t—i need—" he groans, slipping his fingers out, only to replace them with his tongue, dragging it through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth.

he moans, loud, filthy, like he’s the one getting wrecked right now.

he pulls back with a gasp, lips slick with spit and your arousal, panting hard. his hands are shaking, his whole body trembling, and he lets out a breathless laugh, licking his lips, dazed.

"i’m gonna lose my fucking mind," he mutters, gripping his cock, rubbing it against your entrance, teasing, teasing, teasing. "you’re gonna let me fuck you, right? you’ll let me ruin you?"

his voice breaks at the end, a desperate little whimper, and before you can even answer, he’s pushing in—slow, deep, inch by inch, moaning the whole fucking time.

[saintsenara]

Top five most kinky Harry Potter characters vs top ten least kinky Harry Potter characters, go.

Personally I think Voldemort is probably into roleplay.

thank you very much for the ask, anon. what an important question.

the top five ten kinky legends in the series are obviously:

1. harry potter, who hears mcgonagall say the word "wood" and immediately thinks he's going to be caned. 2. peeves. he's the ultimate switch: filch's dom - in public, no less! - but the bloody baron's sub. 3. parvati patil, since she canonically fancies a horse and isn't shy about letting people know it. 4. percy weasley. he spends most of chamber of secrets fucking in public places and clearly gets off on the thrill of being caught, and then in prisoner of azkaban it's revealed that he and penelope also have a findom dynamic to their relationship. 5. rodolphus lestrange. let's be real, he invented the cuck chair. 6. nagini, who makes dozens of people watch - for fucking hours, presumably, given how long it takes snakes to finish a meal - as she eats charity burbage. 7. barty crouch jr. - he involves the entire government in his daddy kink, leaves several people dead while doing it, and doesn't even get to enjoy the newly-resurrected voldemort whacking on a double-breasted suit and saying he's proud of him. 8. dobby, who would make such a good sadist dom if he did the basic fucking work of understanding that you have to ask other people's permission before you try to break their bones with cursed bludgers. 9. petunia. idk i just get a vibe from her. 10. horace slughorn, who canonically ejaculates in a room full of people.

and the ten vanilla heroes? well, they're obviously:

1. hermione granger. she canonically doesn't enjoy anything too out of the ordinary - she likes candles and things being as expected and receiving lots of eye contact from her hot husband, and i love that for her. 2. nearly headless nick, who's clearly excluded from the headless hunt because they know he wouldn't enjoy the fact that they're swingers. 3. albus dumbledore. not because i think his tastes don't align with the kinkier side of life, but because he's unwilling to live a little and try out a bit of exploratory fun. although this is understandable, given what aberforth's into... 4. crookshanks, who famously disapproves of any form of rowdiness and who hates canonical voyeur peter pettigrew. 5. dolores umbridge, due to her canonical revulsion for monster-fucking. 6. borgin, who wants no part in either lucius or draco malfoy's attempts to dominate him. 7. james and lily potter. they absolutely fuck - obviously - but i think the reason they fuck so well is because they stick to the fucking they're good at. 8. cornelius fudge, because if he was into kink then he'd enjoy scrimgeour negging him in front of the prime minister more than he canonically does. 9. sirius black, which i accept is a controversial one, but his repeated failure to take the hint in order of the phoenix that both snape and kreacher want him to tie them up and call them a little bitch means it's the only viable conclusion... 10. draco malfoy, as a natural reaction to being made to observe his father's flagrant humiliation kink while the dark lord lives in their house.

and when it comes to lord voldemort himself? well, the thing we have to remember is that deviance thrives on the subversion of expectations.

which is to say, the idea that voldemort would be into things like blood-play and leather gimp masks and humiliating his partners? stale. flavourless. tired. uninspiring.

the idea that he's got a praise kink, wants to be showered with presents and gently caressed, and gets off on being told how worthy of love he is? objectively correct.

[minswriting]

Tongue Tied - A.H x Reader x S.R

About: Spencer has never been edged before and when the idea arises, you and Aaron are more than happy to help. But…the idea gets abandoned when Spencer gets head instead.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, dom!hotch, dom!reader, sub!spencer, edging, hands tied together, slight degradation, praise, handjobs, oral (m), aaron gives spencer a blowjob, making out, etc.

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: border is made by @cafekitsune !! also i do NOT ship hotchreid. i am just a whore and love the idea of threesomes where they explore their dynamic together. if you don’t like, just don’t read or comment!! not proof read because i’m lazy

One of the best parts about being in a new sexual relationship is being able to explore all possibilities regarding sex. There are endless ways to find pleasure and to see what is right for you. And Spencer, being the person who is extremely new to sex, was excited to learn it all. He has read about many different things, but reading is never like the true thing. And the one thing that has been on his mind lately was being unable to move his hands while he gets edged.

And so, when Spencer suggested it to you and Aaron, you were both more than happy to oblige. Which is how Spencer ended up on the bed, hands tied together in his lap using Aaron’s tie with his back against your chest and Aaron sitting between his legs. Aaron’s hand was wrapped around Spencer’s cock, stroking it teasingly slow. Spencer looked at Aaron, seeing the way the older man was watching Spencer’s reactions.

“Oh-“ Spencer moaned, hips bucking upward when Aaron swiped his thumb over Spencer’s tip. You wrapped an arm around Spencer’s waist, pressing kisses along his neck.

“Don’t be greedy,” Aaron tsked, smearing around the precum that had already leaked from Spencer’s tip.

Spencer whimpered, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You always make such pretty noises, Spencer,” You murmured into his ear, your breath hot against his skin.

Aaron began properly stroking Spencer’s cock, pumping his hand up and down in a rhythmic manner. The change in pace made Spencer get louder, as he didn’t shy away from making noise. “Oh my god,” Spencer breathed, licking his lips as he closed his eyes from the pleasure.

That familiar heat formed inside him as his cock stiffened in Aaron’s hand. And just as he was about to cum, Aaron completely stopped, causing Spencer to whimper from the lack of contact, as Aaron placed his hands on Spencer’s thighs instead.

“How was that?” You asked, kissing Spencer’s jawline. “Think you’re good to go again?”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer said, nodding his head enthusiastically.

This time, you reached your hand around Spencer, the other one still wrapped around his waist, and grabbed his cock, replacing Aaron’s hand. You began stroking him slowly, eliciting a whine of pleasure from Spencer. “You’re so handsome,” you murmured into his ear.

Aaron maneuvered himself so that he was lying down on his stomach, his face between Spencer’s thighs as he began to kiss along the inside of them. The feather-like kisses caused Spencer to jolt as he tried to reach for Aaron’s head but ultimately could not because his hands were tied. Spencer moaned as the pleasure from your hand around his cock and Aaron’s kisses caused the heat to build inside of him again.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer mewled, moving his hips upwards to meet your hand.

Aaron placed his hands on Spencer’s waist, holding him down. He stopped his kisses to look at the younger man. “You’re being too greedy,” He said, voice velvety as he spoke. “Greedy whores don’t get to cum.”

“Please,” Spencer gasped out. “I'm so close.”

“No, baby,” You cooed in Spencer’s ear, pumping him just as he was about to cum before completely removing your hand, causing Spencer to whine once more. “You don’t get to cum until we tell you to,” You said before running your tongue along his pulse point. Spencer shivered from the feeling, a gasp escaping his lips when you suck on the skin, leaving a mark.

Spencer was breathing heavily as he tried to calm down. He looked down at Aaron, watching as the older man kissed all over his thighs. Spencer’s cock was so red and angry, begging to be touched and allowed the chance to cum. But he knew that wasn’t going to happen quite yet. He couldn’t help but think about the possibility of Aaron giving him a blowjob. Due to this dynamic being relatively new, the two men still had yet to explore much with one another. And yet, Spencer was not opposed to anything.

“What’s on your mind, Spence?” You asked in his ear, your voice sultry. “Aaron is kissing you so nicely. Would be so nice if he kissed your cock too, hmm?”

Spencer’s breath hitched at your words, his cheeks pinked at the fact that you had practically read his mind. He nodded his head, not trusting his voice.

“If you want something, Spencer, you need to use your words,” Aaron softly commanded as he stopped kissing Spencer’s thighs, looking up at the boy with his dark brown eyes.

“He’s right, baby,” You murmured, putting a hand on Spencer’s cheek and turning his face to look at you. “You need to use your words if you want something.”

“I-” Spencer stopped himself, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He looked at you from this weird angle. “I want-” He stopped himself once more.

“Go on,” you encouraged, caressing Spencer’s cheek.

“I want Aaron to-”

“To what?” You asked.

“Blow me,” He whispered.

Aaron hummed as if he were pondering Spencer’s words. “I think that if you want me to do something, Spencer, you’ll need to ask me directly rather than telling our darling,” He chided, his tone chastising but soft as he spoke.

Spencer looked back down at Aaron with doe eyes, his mind going hazy as he tried to formulate the words to the older man. Spencer whined as he tried to gather his thoughts but he was hard. “C-can you please,” he began, taking a shaky breath. “Give me a blow job?” he whispered the last part, as if scared to use his voice.

Aaron gave Spencer a mocking look with a smirk on his lips. “There you go,” he said teasingly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asked though Aaron didn’t expect an answer. Instead, Aaron wrapped his big hand around Spencer’s cock, giving it a few strokes.

You watched over Spencer’s shoulder, not wanting to miss anything. Your older boyfriend was about to blow your other boyfriend. And god, that was going to be so hot to see. You almost felt perverted for being here at this moment, but the number of times Aaron watched Spencer when he’d go down on you or when Aaron was fingering you would be much more than you cared to admit. So really, it wasn’t that perverted.

Aaron leaned his face in, licking a strip from the base of Spencer’s cock to the tip, causing the poor boy to whimper from the feeling. The older man swirled his tongue around the tip to tease Spencer. Spencer gasped and let out a choked moan, unable to take his eyes off of Aaron.

You cooed in Spencer’s ear. “Isn’t he so great?” You purred, turning Spencer’s face towards you as you gripped his chin.

“Y-yes,” Spencer gasped as Aaron took Spencer’s cock in his mouth, going all the way down Spencer’s length without gagging. Something that none of you knew that Aaron could do, by the way.

You hummed, a small smirk gracing your lips. The sight was beautiful, to say the least. Aaron’s brown eyes fixated on you, glistening and beautiful, as he had Spencer’s cock in his mouth. You couldn’t help the wink you gave Aaron before turning your attention back to Spencer. “You’re doing so good for us,” You murmured, pressing your lips to the corner of Spencer’s lips. “Maybe we’ll let you cum this time.”

“Please?” Spencer rasped out, bucking his hips to the idea. Aaron made a noise around Spencer’s cock, gripping the genius’ thigh in warning.

You chuckled, not responding to Spencer’s plea as you gently placed your lips on his, crooking your neck in a weird way to properly kiss him. Spencer kissed you back, the two of you moving your lips in sync. As you two kissed, Aaron continued his ministrations, bobbing his head up and down Spencer’s length. He hollowed his cheeks, causing Spencer’s lips to part as a whine escaped. You took the opportunity to use your tongue to explore Spencer’s mouth.

The room was filled with the wet sound of Spencer’s cock in Aaron’s mouth and Spencer’s muffled noises as he moaned in your mouth. The two of you pulled away from the kiss as Spencer felt himself getting closer. “Holy shit,” he moaned, turning his attention back to Aaron. “I’m so close. I’m so close, oh my god,” he threw his head back against your shoulder, his chest moving up and down rapidly.

“What do you think, Aaron,” You cooed, your gaze switching between Spencer and Aaron. “Are you going to let our sweet boy cum in your mouth?”

When Aaron’s head came up, he popped Spencer’s cock out of his mouth, replacing it with his hand but didn’t move it. “I don’t know,” Aaron replied, his voice a bit hoarse. “Does he deserve it?” He asked, looking directly at you, speaking as if Spencer weren’t there.

Spencer whined. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please let me cum. I’ll be so good for you, please,” He begged, tearing up as he wished to finally release what has been building all night. His cock was so red and angry, and his balls felt heavy. He just wanted so badly to cum.

You couldn’t help but take pity on Spencer, a look of mock sympathy on your face. “Look at him, Aaron,” you cooed. “So needy and desperate. Perhaps we should let him finally cum.”

Aaron hummed, pretending as though he were thinking about it before sighing in defeat. “I suppose we should,” He replied as he placed Spencer’s cock back into his mouth, going straight back to the rhythm he had built before.

Spencer gasped and let out a choked moan as his cock was engulfed by Aaron’s mouth once more. “Aaron,” Spencer moaned, breathing heavily.

“Do you feel good, sweetheart?” You asked, once more placing kisses along Spencer’s neck. “Gonna cum soon?”

Spencer nodded his head pathetically as the prettiest noises left his mouth. He turned his head to look at you, his doe brown eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. “So close,” he whimpered to you, licking his lips.

“My sweet boy,” You said, looking at Spencer. “Go ahead and cum for us, yeah? You did so good, my good boy.”

The praise was all Spencer needed before his toes curled as he bucked his hips, pressing his cock further into Aaron’s mouth as he began cumming. The feeling of Spencer burying his cock further caused Aaron to choke for a second but he quickly relaxed and swallowed, sucking Spencer through his orgasm while you continued to murmur praises in Spencer’s ear.

And when Spencer finished, Aaron pulled off of his cock, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. Aaron licked his lips, looking at both you and Spencer as he sat up, the bulge prominent in the confines of his slacks.

You couldn’t help but grin as you kissed Spencer’s cheek. “I think you should return the favor while I sit on his face. What do you think?” You asked.

Spencer, in his post-orgasmic bliss, simply grinned goofily and nodded. “I think that would be best,” he rasped in agreement.

And so, the rest of the night was spent with you sitting on Aaron’s face as he ate you out while Spencer sucked Aaron off. That night, Spencer got to explore much more than just simply being edged and he adored it entirely.

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

Flustered pt 4.

Summary: sex leads to some cute domestic moments as Schlatt hopes for more A/N: A tiny cute little bonus part that I wrote in like 20 minutes, because our favourite gooner @the-slimebox wanted more cuddles in pt 3 and I do play favourites. No gooning to this I'm afraid but I hope you enjoy regardless ily ❤️

It’s been months now of this weird game of cat and mouse; every time you or Schlatt were in the same city, he’d be in your hotel room, on his knees, eating you out the second you asked him to. He relished in the way you moaned and writhed above him, wanting nothing more than to please you, to feel you tug his hair, praise him, tell him how pathetic it is even.

Because he knows it’s pathetic, how easily he gives in and drops everything for you the second you ask, how hard he gets from hearing you moan for him, completely neglecting his own needs. He has you on an alter in his mind, this goddess who graces him with a second of her time that he should feel lucky to have, but fuck he wants more.

With a pornographic moan you clamp around him as you feel him pulse inside you, collapsing on top of him as he fills you up with his cum. He immediately wraps his arms around you as he pants into your hair, holding you close as you both come down from your high.

The room I quiet, music playing from his phone somewhere discarded in the room, the sounds of the city outside nothing but white noise as you lay together. You make no effort to move, nor even flinching when his soft cock slips out of you and his cum dribbles out, too exhausted to care.

He doesn’t dare move, just lying there and holding you tight to him. He’s not used to this. Usually, when you have sex, you’re the one stroking his hair, whispering how good he did as you encourage him to sleep, just to slip out of bed and sneak off before he can wake up.

His heart aches painfully as he hears the soft sigh fall from your lips, his own breath stuttering at how right this feels, to have you in his arms like this. He moves his hand, lazily dragging it up and down your back as he pressing his lips to your temple.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, breaking through the silence as he lets himself speak just part of how he feels about you. He feels you tense up in his arms and his breath stutters as he worries he's ruined it all. You get like this sometimes, when he tells you these things after you've come down from your high. Tense and shy, you'll push him away under the guise of being playful while he desperately reaches out to pull you closer.

You don’t reply this time, though, no pushing him away, no laughing him off, just staying in his arms, slightly tense, breathing deep and long as you let him hold you. His hands on your body, his warmth surrounding you pulls you further into him as you let your eyes flutter shut and your body relax.

“Y/N?” he whispers softly into the room, breath shaking as he hears you hum in response, “will you stay the night this time?” he whispers, hands shaking with nerves as he finally manages to push out the question he desperately wants to ask you every time. The room goes silent for a while, as his hand still on the small of his back, anxiety settling in his stomach as he worries he's messed everything up.

Tiredness overtakes you as finally you nod gently into his chest, lulled by the sound of his pounding heartbeat as you press a kiss to his skin, feeling the way it heats up against your face, “yeah,” you whisper softly, “I'll stay.”

He feels the tears well up in his eyes as he holds you, letting out a sigh of relief as he feels your breathing against his chest even out. He keeps a hold on you, basking in the domestic bliss he has so desperately been craving for all these months. He doesn’t know when lust turned to love, but he holds onto these tiny moments of intimacy whenever he can.

He lets himself relax, keeping his grip firm on you, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away into the night as he lets his eyes shut, falling asleep with you for the first time since you started all this.

He wakes up the next morning, registering your gentle weight on his chest before he even opens his eyes and failing to hold back the smile that breaks out on his face. He opens his eyes lazily and looks down at you, still curled up where you collapsed against him the night before, hands wrapped tightly around him as you drool on his chest in your sleep.

He tightens his hold on you as he admires you while you sleep, the soft breathing through your parted lips breaking the early morning silence. He gently strokes his thumb against your cheek, smiling softly when you begin to stir against him.

Your eyes flutter open as you look up at him, blinking a few times as you process where you are. He’s smiling down at you, stroking your cheek as he looks at you in total awe. You feel your heart stutter in your chest as you look away bashfully for just a second, before he’s guiding your head back to face him.

“Morning,” he whispers simply, too scared to say all the words he wants to say as he takes in your presence, naked and clinging to him, right where you belong.

You blush as you look up at him, chin resting on his chest as you take in his messy curls and lazy smile, “morning,” you whisper back, before you’re resting your head against his chest again, chasing his warmth as he pulls you tighter.

[vxlenst3in]

she by tyler, the creator

tags/warnings: choso x fem!reader, stalker!choso, dark content, obsessive, peeping through windows, unconsensual exhibitionism, masturbation from both parts, heavy blackmailing, mentions and threats of murder, mentions of kidnapping, the song itself is a TW ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ stalker!choso, who quickly noticed your new face in the neighbourhood. how could he not notice a beauty like you?

stalker!choso, who immediately develops an obsession with you. he’s quick to rush to his peephole, as soon as he hears any movement in the stairwell of your apartment block, in hopes to catch a glimpse of you.

stalker!choso, who knows your whole schedule by heart, in less than 2 weeks. when you leave your apartment, when you come back, when you eat, when you sleep, and hell, choso even remembers when you shower, since your bathroom is right next to his bedroom.

stalker!choso, who notices that you never fully close your blinds. you always leave a little space to peek into your bedroom, even if not intentional. and who would he be, if choso didn’t start to take advantage of that? 

stalker!choso, who now spends all his nights watching you through your blinds. no matter if you were sleeping, touching yourself, or talking to a friend all excited on your phone, he’s already palming himself through his slacks. he thanks some higher being every day, for not making your window thick enough to completely silence every noise you make. 

stalker!choso, who ends up fucking his fist loudly, after he gets back into his apartment. choso thinks about all the things he’d do to you, if he ever got his hands on you. he would just make you feel so much better, than the men you bring home sometimes. god, he’d fuck you right in front of them, right before taking their life. make you confess how much better he feels, than all the guys before him. silly thoughts when considering that he hasn’t even talked to you once. 

stalker!choso, who notices a certain man visiting your apartment more often, and he starts plotting on that man the next second.

stalker!choso, who starts to blackmail you in order to get that man, and any man in general away from you. one day you suddenly start finding pictures of yourself masturbating in your mailbox, with little notes attached. “you’re mine only.” “stop seeing him, pretty” “i will kill him, do you want that?” “what would the people around you think about these pictures?” stalker!choso, who, much to his delight, stops seeing the man enter your apartment. seems his plan worked out after all, and without you having any idea who the mysterious stalker could be.  stalker!choso, who thinks that this still isn’t enough. men can still look at you? he’s gonna have to drag you to a nearby forest, and hide you there forever.  stalker!choso, who doesn’t stop with his blackmail at all. the notes attached to the pictures getting more and more demanding, till one day he straight up tells you to let him fuck you tonight, or your entire company will see this particular picture, of you fucking your boss.  stalker!choso, who was the last person you expected to stand in front of your door, when you were prepared to have some ugly creep blackmail you. it was your shy neighbour all along?!

 ©vxlenst3in - do not steal, modify, translate or repost my work.

[melanchoire]

Have you SEEN liz’s new instagram post because i have… 😋😋 THE WAY SHE LAYS ON THE BED WHAAAAT pls make something of that bcs shes so pretty and i cannot 😔💔

backshots with liz 😵‍💫 i’m sorry but she is a princess who only purpose in this life is to be bent over the nearest surface and fucked silly until she is physically and mentally broken!!

ass up and face buried in the pillows, you having to place a pillow under her stomach to keep liz’s hips up because because she is so weak that her legs shake easily and she can’t keep her ass up while being brutally fucked 😔 she is kind of pathetic because it seems like all she can do is just lie down and get fucked, giving up easily if she has to be on top or do her part

as much as you would like to be rough with her and treat her like a whore, you can’t! imagine roughly grabbing her hair while fucking her from behind, forcing her to throw her head back so that when she looks into your eyes and you can degrade her or try to joke around for a while, but you find her looking at you with big eyes full of innocence and tears of pleasure 🥺 liz doesn’t even complain when you pull her scalp hard, barely letting out a whimper in complaint but giving in to your touch anyway and letting you control her like a doll

this doesn’t mean she prefers soft, vanilla sex! liz can be shy and quiet, but that just means she is too shy to ask you to fuck her senseless 💕 yes, babygirl loves being treated like a whore who is only good for fucking, she is just a little shy about telling you that to your face, but rest assured she is thinking about it all the time! no matter how much you try to make her say dirty things to your face and all the obscene thoughts that run through her head every time she looks into your eyes, liz can barely say “i love you” without getting easily embarrassed and blushing like a tomato, so don’t even try to get her to tell you her darkest fantasies to your face because it’s a futile attempt! although maybe if you fuck her silly until she can only babble and whimper, maybe she will tell you about the perversions inside that little head of hers...

[yeonmuse]

SYNOPSIS — Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like involving himself with those at Chaconne academy, but when he finds out his little sister’s music teacher attends and she starts getting a little too close she forces him to let his guard down. Now he’s gotta juggle new people and new emotions entering his life and she’s got to face her past in order to hold tight to him and her future.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, angst non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🎻

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . Strong angst themes, slow burn but mostly fluff. I’m not sure where this idea had come from considering I have 4 unfinished series out right now but I wrote this in 4 days so lets fucking go i guess??? Includes Choi Yeonjun, Bae Jinyoung, Kim Sunwoo, Jung Wooyoung, Shen Ricky, Xu Jiaqi and Asaya Jurin.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | ENDING

Sunghoon had finally found himself giving the movie some attention, having missed so much of it the first time he wanted to give it his attention this time. He wanted to know why you had loved the boogie so much, what was so special about it that it made your eyes sparkle the moment your eyes set upon the screen.

“Is this seat taken?” Sunghoons gaze had been glued to the screen by now, so it had gone completely unnoticed by him at first, that you stood right before him. It wasn’t until he heard a gasp from Yoari and a whisper of your name. The girl was quick to jump out of her seat and wrap her arms around you. As Sunghoon watched you lift his sister into his arms his throat ran dry. Here you were standing before him in the exact same outfit you’d been wearing the day you were meant to have the first date.

For the first time he actually got to look at you, to drink you in and memorize every detail he’d missed the night of Yoaris recital. He was glued to his seat, even as you placed his sister back on the ground and your eyes locked with his.

“Hi.”

“yn I”

“I believe you owe me a date.” At your words Sunghoon fell quiet, unsure of what to say or how to react because he hadn’t even expected you to talk to him again. He nodded silently, watching as you took the seat beside him, his gaze every now and then shifting to you who sat at his side, only this time you could feel his gaze on you every time and a subtle smile made its way on your face.

You thought it’d be fun to mess with him a little, brushing your fingers against his every now and then whenever he’d reach for popcorn, or touching your arm against his whenever he’d placed it on the armrest. You could feel his body tense with every touch.

Sunghoon had been losing his train of thought the longer he sat there beside you. All he wanted to do was turn and talk to you but of course that’s something that was frowned upon in theaters. Not to mention that there’d actually been far more people there than there had been last time — perhaps because that happened to be the weekend.

Yoari had run off into the theater's arcade, leaving the two alone as they observed her play from afar. For a minute it was silent until Sunghoon finally opened his mouth to speak.

“Thank you.” Sunghoons brows furrowed at her sudden interruption and surprise apology.

“Thank you for calling him, my dad. I should have let you talk, I shouldn't have just shut you out. You couldn’t have known what your mom had been planning to do.”

“Yn, why is it that you’re apologizing when I’m the one that avoided you first? I chose not to listen to you, I wasn't there when you really needed me and i” he was forced into silence as your lips pressed against his, his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, the sudden kiss catching him by surprise though he didn’t shy away. He held you tightly against his chest as if you’d slip through his fingertips as he let go, your lips molding together like the perfect pieces of a puzzle.

“I guess we’re both bad at listening to each other.” You whisper softly as the two of you finally pull away to catch your breath.

“I guess so.” He couldn’t hide the smile on his lips as he brushed over your lips with his thumb.

“I think I’ll need one more, i still feel like apologizing so i might need another one just to shut me up” you can’t help but laugh at his not so subtle play to get another kiss, though of course you obliged. Your second kiss getting interrupted as Yoari came running over with a large pink bunny plush in her hands.

“Look what i won!” The two of you quickly pull away from one another and wipe your lips clean as she sticks out her plush to show you both, luckily she had been far too interested in her bunny at first to have witnessed the shared kiss.

“Look at how cute.” You encouraged, watching how her eyes sparkled as she moved over to show Sunghoon.

“Yeah? And you won it all by yourself? Without my help?” He teases, lifting her into his arms with a smile.

“It took me all of my tokens just to get it!” You couldn't help but laugh at her excitement, finding it absolutely adorable. You couldn’t help but adorn her, for as long as you’ve known the two siblings they’d become the reason that you’d smiled quite often, even if things had been quite rocky with the three of you a few days prior.

“Can we please do the photobooth before we go! I want to take pictures with pinky and yn.”

“What about me??” Yoari looks over at you before holding her bunny tight to her chest.

“Should we invite him too?” Sunghoon scoffs and you have to hold back your laugh.

“Hmm I guess it's okay.” You respond teasingly. “Otherwise he might get sulky again like he did when you told him he’s bad at playing with dolls.”

“He really is bad” she restates making you laugh again and Sunghoon gives her a pout — which doesn't make her change her mind she still thinks he’s bad at it, as he carries her over to the photobooth.

“How many should we take?”

“Four! One for me, one for you and yn and one for mr pinky.”

“Four it is then.” You all climbed into the photobooth, Yoari sat in between you and Sunghoon with her bunny plush sat on her lap. A photo session lasting a consecutive 10 minutes as Yoari dictated each of their poses until they’d taken exactly photo strips worth of photos.

By the time it had been time to go the sun had already fallen from the sky, the moon having taken its place and Yoari had fallen fast asleep in the back seat. The ride back to your dorm had been quiet, none of you wanting to wake Yoari. The moment you’d arrived on campus Sunghoon followed suit as you stepped from his car. Though he couldn’t walk you to your dorm with Yoari in the car he’d at least wanted to wish you goodnight.

“Yoari was really happy to see you tonight.”

“Only Yoari?”

“We both were, not having you around.. not being around you for the last few weeks has been hell. I’m used to not being around people. I'm used to keeping to myself if it isn’t Jake or Jay but you, I can't stay away from you I don’t want to stay away from you. When I’m not with you, I don’t like it.”

“Sunghoon.”

“I’m sorry for everything, everything that happened. For not listening to you, for my mother, for trying to push you away in the beginning. Just don’t leave? Don’t go back home.”

“Sunghoon I’m not- I’m not leaving.”

“You're staying??? But you said that —”

“I know what I said to Hoon, I talked to them, my parents and my mother. We won’t be going anywhere. And though it’ll take me some time to get used to my actual mother possibly being in my life, I don’t want her to not be in it.”

“Then if you’re staying…” he takes a step closer, closing the space between the two of them before taking her hand into his own.

“Let me take you on a proper date this time, one that you won’t run away from. One that Yoari or my family isn’t attending.”

“You’ve got yourself a date Park Sunghoon, just the two of us.” A smile makes its way onto your face as the two of you leaned in for a kiss. His hands resting on the nape of your neck as your lips melted together once more, this kiss lasting longer than the first until he’d finally decided to let you go. His eyes followed you as you made your way across the campus and into the girls dormitory. As he stepped into the car the smile was immediately wiped from his face as he was frightened by his sister who was now awake in the back seat. (She had felt the car stop and woke up, where the two of you got out of the car she had been peaking the entire time)

“Are you two dating?” Sunghoons gaze shoots over to the dormitory entrance where you had just disappeared inside of.

“Not yet.”

4 months later

“Sim Jaeyun can you hurry your ass up or we’re going to be late, this is the last time I ever decide to carpool with you.”

“Can you two stop arguing for one day, you know if you get they’re arguing yn is going to eat you both alive if today isn’t perfect.”

“Maybe if he didn’t park 5 minutes away I wouldn't have anything to complain about.”

Both Jurin and Jake had been going at it as always. The two have rode together along with Jiaqi and Sunwoo, all of them deciding to carpool to Yoaris recital rather than every one of them taking separate vehicles. As if the drive hadn’t been long enough the two spent the entire walk to the venue going back and forth.

“About time your asses get here, her performance starts in five minutes.”

“Sorry there was traffic and Jake parked 3 blocks away from the venue.” Jiaqi apologizes, properly throwing Jake under the bus to avoid being yelled at by you.

“It doesn’t matter just get inside, she’s looking forward to seeing all of you out there tonight, the others are already here. Oh and don’t forget to record we need all the footage we can get, also — ”

“Alright enough angel I think they got it, you’ve also texted it on the groupchat a good number of times.” Sunghoon chuckles, his arms snaking around your waist from behind.

You turn to face him as the others make their way inside. A pout on your lips from his interruption that he ignores simply by placing kisses on your pouty lips over and over.

“Tonight will be fine, you’re here, everyone came and Yoaris going to do great, Just calm down.”

“I just want tonight to be perfect for her, I wasn't there last time and I- ”

“And you’re here tonight, that’s all that matters, tonight will be amazing, she knows how much you care about her and you didn’t mean to miss it that night.”

“Okay..” your eyes scan Sunghoon and he can’t help but feel his heart tug in his chest at the way you look at him. It has been two months since he’sd officially asked you to be his girlfriend and ever since then you’d had him wrapped around your finger with ease. No matter what it was you did he’d find you cute or beautiful, even on days when you’re sick or when you thought you didn’t look your best he’d adorned you.

“Now let’s go, the show is starting soon and the doors are gonna close.” He locks his fingers with yours as the two of you make your way back inside to sit and join the others.

Just as Sunghoon had said the night had gone perfect. Yoaris' eyes lit up the most they’d found her family and the rest of you in the crowd. Everyone has shown up to the show including your parents —- all three of them. By the end of her performance she’d left you in tears at how proud you’d been of her, which ended with her consoling you and wiping your tears only to make you cry harder at how cute she was. Sunghoon and your friend found it funny, Yeonjun having gotten it on video and sent it to the group chat immediately which was a cause of most of the laughter at dinner that night. A night that ended in you all sharing memories of the past few months since you’d arrived at the school and planning ahead for your futures whether that be what career paths lied ahead or future trips. One thing was evident that night and it was you had finally found the perfect place for you to call home.

🏷️ @jwonistic @bubblytaetae @pkjay @heesallure @planetmarlowe @dreeki @butterflywonz @lillotus17 @squiishymeow @river-demon-slayer @sol3chu @st4rryst4r @firstclassjaylee @right-person-wrong-time @riribelle @gaytron3000 @heesunghooney @i03jae @blackhairandbangs @sunooqvrlsx @addictedtohobi @enaile23 @ivyvioletcarson @kristynaaah @starbyeol1512 @tinyteezer @jkslvsnella @brianashiftz @starbyeol1512 @miuwonis @zaycie @hollxe1 @yukiscoffeebreak @enhaz1 @manobillie

[singemall-stayallnight]

Jimmy Page Once Invited a Fan Into His Home - The Old Mill House in Windsor

Source.

I once got an unexpected tour of Jimmy's house in Windsor.

It was 1982, I lived in Manchester at that time. Four of us drove 200 miles to Windsor in the hope of getting an autograph. My friends were too nervous to get out of the car and sent me to the gates of the mansion to press the buzzer. I was nervously awaiting a voice on the intercom and was pressed up against it….then I heard a voice shout 'hello?' ..but not from the intercom. I looked towards the house and was astonished to see Jimmy! I was expecting his secretary or minder or someone ….

I smiled but couldn't speak!! Luckily, I was wearing a Zep Euro 1980 tour sweatshirt and carrying a Zep book. He smiled and the electronic gates parted. I was in !!

Jimmy at the Old Mill House.

We shook hands and went inside…Jimmy said he thought I was the electrician he had been waiting for. He said Charlotte and Scarlet were in France and his assistant was off so he was the only one in. I expected him to sign the book and then I would be sent on my way but Jimmy went through every page of the book ( In The Light) …commenting on the photos " ooh don't remember that" "that was in France ???" "Ha Ha Look at Robert !! " Stuff like that.

We then talked about Death Wish 2 and how he only had eight weeks to do the whole thing. Then we talked about Roberts new album ..which wasn't out yet (Pictures at Eleven) but jimmy had heard it and liked it.

I suddenly remembered my friends outside beyond the gates. They would kill me. I told Jimmy there were 3 more outside. Obviously, in hindsight, he would be wary of inviting three more into the house when he was on his own…but he didn't say as much…after a pause he said "OK let's go and meet them…I have to find some shoes though..come on"…and he beckoned me to follow him. He couldn't find them at first and I got a bit of a tour around the house whilst he looked.

Once he found them we went outside to see my friends peering through the gates…jimmy was carrying a remote control and opened the gates. He greeted all my friends…and one of my friends started taking photos of us all.

Conscious of taking up more of his time…every time there was a lull in conversation one of us would say "Thanks Jimmy..it's been great " and we would start to leave..but Jimmy kept coming up with more stories and anecdotes. It was fantastic. How Robert was "very shy" in the early days "but then when he grew his hair he became…." ( Jimmy puffs up his chest and does a strong man impersonation).

At one point Jimmy pointed to the book I was carrying…I gave it to him. He pointed to John Bonham and said "but HE was the governor!! I still can't believe he's gone." Lots of Bonzo stories followed.

Finally, Jimmy made to leave. He said "God Bless" as he moved towards the gates. He had already flicked the switch and the gates were closing…he ambled up to them and by the narrowest of margins casually, just in time, got through them. It looked incredibly cool and deliberate. We watched as he walked towards the house…then he paused, turned to us and in a piece of pure Michael Caine said " do you know..one day those gates will take my fucking head off !! Laughter all around. We had permanent disbelieving smiles all the way home.

[vintagetvstars]

I binge watched all the way through seasons 2 and 3 in only a few days 😅. The show continues to be delightful!

Klinger shows up more in these seasons and I’ve really enjoyed his character so far. I’ve seen Kellye Nakahara’s character in the background through these seasons and I just keep waiting for her to get more screen time cause I still remember watching the propaganda people sent in for her and instantly being enamored with her.

Everyone has really grown on me and I really am enjoying the show and the whole squad at this point. I enjoy how the show is able to both be very funny but not shy away from serious topics and the fact it is about a war when it counts, it does a really good job of riding the line and balancing things.

I have however been procrastinating watching the season 3 finale for a few days now because Lt. Colonel Henry Blake is one of my favorite characters in the show so far and I know it’s his final episode as part of the regular cast. I just like him, he’s goofy and endearing but there when it counts. Also I grew up in the general area both the character and his actor are from so it’s been a fucking delight every time they reference random local stuff 😂. Before they even dropped that piece of backstory I was like ‘damn this actor and character really remind me of the local vets I’ve grown up with, looks like he could be from around here’…only to find out from the show and the actors IMDb a few episode later that he is actually from around here 😭😂. I’m just gonna miss him.

I’m really excited to meet all the new characters in season 4 but I will sincerely miss these early seasons with Henry Blake. Anyways, I plan to move on to season 4 tonight so goodbye Henry Blake and hello incoming cast members! Can’t wait to meet you!

- mod vintage

Update post watching the episode.

Spoilers bellow the cut just in case.

😭 how could they do this to me 😭 they killed my boi 😭 they killed my favorite characters and made my other favorite character deliver the news and then made me and everyone cry 😭 this is why I didn’t want to watch the episode 😭 I was afraid that this would happen 😭.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s well done, exactly the right gut punch to hit home the fact despite the show generally being a comedy, this is still a show about war. But fuck man 😭 it hurt 😭.

- mod vintage

Well I finally got around to watching M*A*S*H like I’ve been meaning to for ages, and I’m only one episode in and I’m hooked!

- mod vintage

[olivexing]

Aughgf I’m playing with the concept of power dynamics switching in g/t but I’m too shy to post it

[lale-txt]

LALECHINGO!! ; a birthday event

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it’s bingo! and also a raffle.

let’s party!! one thing about me is that is love a little event and since it’s my birthday month i felt like hosting one :3c

so: raffle time! but you gotta play some bingo first before you can participate. lemme give you a rundown on how it works.

what's the prize?

✰ a total of three 1k (or longer) fics from me! i don’t take requests so this is a rare chance to see something specific written by me ✰ the 3 winners will receive a wishlist form from me in which they can go wild ✰ haikyuu x reader only! gender of reader is for the winners to decide, i’ll write for all of them. ✰ not limited to sfw only (that being said: mdni)

details & rules (it looks like a lot, but i promise it's easy)

✰ to participate in the raffle, you gotta fill out the bingo cards! there’s ten of them in total at the end of this post. some are writing prompts, some are for reading, some to spread some kindness. you can grab and combine any that catch your interest.

✰ 1 bingo equals 1 point. if you manage to fill out an entire card, you’ll get 10 points, so 10x your name in the draw pot for the raffle. this means you can get up to 100 points in total if you fill out all ten cards completely.

✰ it’s not first come, first serve! you got two weeks to have fun with your bingo cards.

✰ this event is mostly about making fandom a little better for everyone, whether you’re a writer or a reader, no matter how you participate in it. this means you don’t have to show me proofs how you got these bingos. putting my trust in you that you won’t cheat <3

✰ since the prizes are gonna be fics by me, i would feel better knowing you actually like my works enough to follow me. however, it’s not a must to be a follower to participate. again, it’s more about fandom than me.

✰ writers picking up the writing prompts: it up to you how you use them! can be drabbles or headcanons, small fics, big fics, moodboards, not limited to haikyuu only. really whatever sparks your inspiration. you don’t even have to publish it or tag me in it (though i’d love to see ofc hehe), this is for YOU and your inspiration.

✰ do NOT bring any ai into this. i'll rip you to shreds

✰ once you’re finished, either reblog this post with your bingo cards or send me an ask with them (i won’t publish them, just for me to keep track)

✰ i’ll draw & announce the three winners on Jan 27th and will contact them through dms for their wishlist :3

card 1-6 ; for the writers

card 7 & 8 ; for the readers

card 9 & 10 ; for the kindness

that's all! have fun ♡ - Lale

[alukaforyou]

sometimes i think about this txt cover of invitation and... that long haired guy is just choso with his hair down TO ME

[heartbeetz]

Guys genuine question um would it be weird if I designed a fankid but only for theoretical purposes. As in not actually canon to our ship but still there Sometimes. Like an au I guess.

[deadpogasm]

love bombing doesn’t work on me i get suspicious when people love me in a normal way trust me i can spot your manipulative love too

[silverselfshippingchaos]

ash and s.ugiura do get engaged someday, and it's always so heartwarming thinking about s.ugiura visiting his sister before he pops the question. him by her grave with a soft smile on his face, telling her about how he's never been happier, how he knows that this girl is his soulmate.

back when she was alive, she had that line about how sometimes she worries about her little bro. but she doesn't have to worry anymore. he's so happy.