#horny-intervention

[two-nines-left-spleen]

One of my favorite pasttimes is collecting insane comments on the internet, be it from a fandom or just absolutely unhinged takes

Honkai star rail edition (last one talks about Dan Heng btw)

[astralnymphh]

dry humping with ellie..

els is such the type to start dry humping as a joke, but then slowly the suggestive nature begins to whirl her brain 180 and genuinely starts bucking into you. like, you just bend over to retrieve something from the lower cupboards and her lanky ass slinks over, hooks both curled hands into your folded hips and thrusts you into her groin, giggling, "dang, all this for me?" and you can just feel two lazers burning holes on your ass, bobbing limply as she continues to hump you. you grouse in a chuckle, "hey! stop that– that is not for you!" but she doesn't listen. of course. it's redundant to even attempt a complaint. then it keeps going, and going– anddd gooinggg, till she can't stop. the jab of her steel denim button just gets harsher and harsher, with airy moans to get all blushy about, "uhuhh~ fuck, your ass feels s'good– shhhit–" her teeth clamp, hissing cold air. realistically, the inseam of her crotch was tightening just right to split her folds and sandwich her achy clit, not that your ass had any physical stimulation to give her. you intervene, an intervention destined to spoil, forwarding your hips out of her grasp and locking your spine upright, "okay, els, please–" to your dismay, horny hips follow, and grinds denim against denim like a literal horndog. her strapping grips mark dents around your hip crest, using you as support while she possessively ruts into your plush butt, summery hot breath coating gales on your ear, "don't pull away, mhh– fuck you think ur' going?" and hacks a timid laugh, caving open lips to your ear and clasping points of her teeth lightly.

[rebelspykatie]

Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

Eddie’s pretty sure he’s never thought about kissing another guy. He rarely thinks about kissing anybody. For the longest time, he was convinced that no one would ever want to kiss him, so he never saw the point in dwelling on it. 

But maybe that was unusual. He might have mistaken his apathy for normalcy when really he’s the freak. The average person probably thinks about kissing an awful lot. He’s listened to Jeff talk about asking out Lacy from his calculus class and Gareth go on and on about how unfair it is that he can’t make out with his boyfriend behind the bleachers to know that the average high schooler is pretty horny. 

Yet, Eddie’s childhood wasn’t littered with school yard crushes. There aren’t fond memories of girls that he imagined sneaking off with during lunch period or recess. There’s just…nothing. A part of that was his rocky childhood and jumping from his parents, to just his dad, to Wayne. But a lot of it was pure disinterest in the hottest girl in their grade growing breasts before all the other girls, or how tenth grade Mandy would make out with anyone with the right incentive. 

He’s never thought about it long enough for anything to stick. He figured, one day, when he was old enough to escape Hawkins and all the small minded bigots who think he’s a devil worshiper, that he would find a girl that appreciated his specific eccentricities. That he’d settle down somewhere quiet, a little closer to the city than Hawkins, and find some blue collar job and start a family. That’s just what everyone does, right?

He knows that’s not true, though. That everyone doesn’t follow that path. He knows people like Gareth and Robin, and apparently Steve, don’t get to just walk into happily ever after. There’s no white picket fence in their future, and Eddie’s never had to confront that reality so head on before. He knows what it’s like to be different. To have a target on your back. But, it’s nothing like the ostracization of being gay. 

Thinking about kissing Steve scares him. When he closes his eyes, it’s a looping replay of that day. Steve’s soft lips on his unmoving ones. Big hands cradling his face. He can perfectly recall the terror and confusion. It’s seeped into his bones now, because he’s realized something about himself and he doesn’t know what to do with the information. 

He can do nothing. He can move forward and pretend that he doesn’t wake up panting, picturing Steve on top of him pressing him into the mattress with their faces attached. He doesn’t ever have to acknowledge that for the first time in twenty years of living, he’s having honest to god wet dreams that involve another person. And that person he’s envisioning is a guy. Everything can just be swept under the rug.

But he’s pretty sure it scares him more to know that he can’t. It’s eating away at him. Eddie feels trapped in his own skin. The truth is clawing its way to the surface, wanting to break free, even if Eddie’s shutting down as it tries to spill out. He knows it’s inevitable, that overflow. The dam breaking. 

It takes an intervention to set everything in motion. Wayne’s been fussing over him for weeks. He’s been doing that worried parent thing that he thinks Eddie doesn’t know about, where he stands outside Eddie’s closed bedroom door like he wants to knock and say something, but doesn’t. He’s studying Eddie over their morning cereal like the little floating letters are going to spell out why Eddie’s been holed up in his room almost mute. 

But the final straw is when Wayne comes home from work to Eddie painting figurines on the stairs of their new trailer while pretending that he’s not watching Steve help Max fold laundry next door. There’s this polite distance between them and Eddie that didn’t exist before, this wide expanse where before Eddie would’ve been sitting on the picnic table in front of Max’s trailer teasing both of them, or maybe helping if it was a low pain day. 

Instead, he’s sat like a toddler in timeout, taking furtive peaks over the little paint brushes and praying that Max’s sharp intuition about situations like this is dulled by her literal lack of being able to see Eddie from over there. Steve can see him, though, and Eddie’s feigning that it doesn’t bother him. What a grave he’s dug for himself here. 

“Boy, don’t you think this has gone on long enough?” Wayne sighs as he climbs out of his truck, this world-weary, too knowledgeable sigh that makes Eddie squirm. 

“I don’t know what you mean, old man.” Better to just play ignorant. Even though Eddie’s pretty sure he can’t escape Wayne’s withering gaze. He hasn’t in over ten years, so he likely won’t be starting now. 

Wayne just stares at him. A raised eyebrow and crossed arms that tell Eddie he means business. He’s not getting out of this. 

Eddie’s jaw shifts and he looks down at the figure in his hands. “I don’t really know what to do, Wayne.” 

“Move over,” Wayne says, settling down beside Eddie until they’re shoulder to shoulder, barely waiting for the little shuffle Eddie does to make room. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Just stares across the yard in the same direction Eddie was moments before, a contemplative look on his face. “This about that boy?”

Eddie follows his gaze over to Steve. His silence goes on a little too long before he softly says, “yeah.” 

Wayne hums, still looking at Steve. “You know, you always were a late bloomer.”

That grabs Eddie’s attention. He turns towards Wayne, who takes that as his cue to continue, and sets down the figure behind them. 

“Nothing ever happened when I thought it would when you were a boy. Lizzy said you took forever to walk and talk. I kept waiting for you to come to me about the birds and the bees, but you didn’t. Not sure if that was a good thing to let go, but I knew you weren’t getting yourself into trouble. Probably wasn’t much I could offer you that public school wasn’t already teaching you.” 

Eddie wonders briefly if he should’ve hidden the condoms in his room better, but maybe that’s what gave Wayne the confidence to leave Eddie to his business. Even if they were collecting dust before they became dust that day the trailer cracked open.

“You never brought anyone around.” He nods in the direction of Steve. “Not until him.” 

The conversation with Steve is distantly replaying in his head. How he went over their every interaction with Robin and they came to this same conclusion. Maybe Eddie really is an idiot. 

“It wasn’t intentional,” Eddie adds. “I didn’t know what I was doing.” 

“I don’t think anyone knows what they’re doing, son. That’s part of life.” He pats Eddie on the back. “It’s ‘specially a part of being in love.” 

Eddie’s not sure he’s willing to start that train of thought, yet. He’s grateful for the quiet, unspoken acceptance, but he’s not ready to think about labeling it something as profound as love. He flounders for a second before saying, “I think I’ve missed my chance there,” as he looks back over at Steve. 

“Are you dead and I don’t know it?” He squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “Seem pretty real to me.” He whacks Eddie’s head gently. “Ain’t nothing missed if you’re still alive to make things right.” 

“Hey!” Eddie laughs, mock offended at the attack, rubbing the back of his head and leaning away from Wayne. “Isn’t it socially unacceptable to joke about someone that was legally dead for almost three minutes?”

“I think I get leeway as the one that kept you alive for ten years by myself.” Wayne wrangles him into a side hug, pulling him to his chest with an arm around his neck. “Just cause things are broken, doesn’t mean you can’t fix ‘em, son.”

[spitinsideme]

Kinger, Zooble and Jax make an intervention to Pomni and Raghata because they’re too horny and they’re tired of them making out everywhere. Like during the intervention.

yesss ... they are FED UP WITH THEM MAKING OUT !!! LIKE GIRLS STOP KISSING WITH INTENT TO EAT EACH OTHER OUT AND INSTEAD EAF YOUR FUCJING FOOD !!! pomni is pissed that theyve been disturbred

zooble has just given uo at this point

[harmonic-intervention]

Please find me, I'm hungry

Well.

Tommy has a tramp stamp now. Buck kinda goes insane over it.

We're past the fix-its! Have some smut instead! This is the complete version of this post. Moving further in my mission to give Tommy things I think are hot - like eyebrow scars and tramp stamps. Have fun.

Word count: 13,147 - PWP, tattoos, dom/sub undertones, possessive behavior, cum play

Excerpt:

When they got back together, Hen, with a sly little grin, had teased Buck about them being all over each other. Buck had rolled his eyes, dropped his head, and knocked his knuckles into her shoulder. He got razzed all day by the others, because yeah, he and Tommy had a pretty active sex life before, and Buck had come into work with hickeys on his throat more than once.

Only it was different this time. They’d decided to take their time, and work their way up again. Buck was too giddy about holding Tommy’s hand again, he didn’t think he could handle anything more.

They did dates, and dinners, and hang outs. They didn’t even sleep over at each other’s places when they met up there. When they kissed, they kept it strictly above the waist.

His friends would never believe him if he told them. Hell, Buck wouldn’t have believed himself a couple of months ago! But all in all, Buck didn’t mind this. They had agreed to slow it down, not to rush ahead like they did the last time, where they’d skipped so many steps. It was nice, actually, really nice to do it like this.

Buck found out more and more about Tommy, saw things Tommy hadn’t shown anyone before, and he only loved Tommy more for it.

They navigated through their re-budding relationship, and Buck had never been this happy before in his life. And things were moving, steadily, felt so natural and easy in a way Buck had never thought it could. Even the harder conversations they finally had with each other seemed easy, their words flowing and miscommunication left behind.

Slowly, they made their ways through the stages and bases. Touching above clothes, getting below the belt. Tommy didn’t take his shirt off around Buck, and Buck would admit that was surprising. Tommy really didn’t have any qualms showing off, at least he hadn’t used to.

But then things got a bit suspicious when Buck noticed that Tommy didn’t seem to like him touching the small of his back all of a sudden. He was subtle about it, Buck had to admit. Like when he put his hand there, Tommy took his wrist and pushed it further down, and Buck was always up for that. Tommy had a great ass. But he also had a really nice back, and Buck liked pushing his hands under his shirt and trace along the line of his spine, and after the fourth time that Tommy shied away from the touch, Buck finally voiced his suspicions.

“Are you okay?” he asked, taking a step back from the kiss they had shared in his kitchen.

Tommy looked a little dazed, and okay, maybe it’d been more than just one kiss. Maybe it was more, maybe Buck had pushed Tommy up against the counter and thought about how he could convince him to climb up so Buck could stand between his legs, feel the insides of his thigh press against his hips.

“What?” Tommy asked, and Buck, for a moment, got distracted by how red and full and spit-slick his mouth was.

“Don’t you- you don’t want me touching your back? That’s okay, but is everything alright? Did you get hurt?” Buck got momentarily worried. He hadn’t thought about that. But they had agreed to be honest with each other, so if he was doing something that hurt Tommy, he needed to know. If Tommy had gotten hurt, he needed to know.

There was a blush high on Tommy’s cheeks when he shook his head. “Uh, no, I’m good. Not hurt.”

Which was a relief. “Then what’s going on? Is this a new thing? If you don’t want me to touch you there, that’s fine, but- it wasn’t a problem before, right? Did you not like it?”

“God, baby, calm down,” Tommy said with a slight laugh. “No, I liked it fine. But, uh … something changed.”

Buck furrowed his brows. “Like what?”

If anything, Tommy blushed harder. He pushed off the counter, made Buck take a couple steps back. He put his hands on the collar of his shirt as if to pull it up, but before he did that, he locked eyes with Buck.

“Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh.”

“O-okay, I-uh, I promise?” Buck said, but it came out more like a question.

It seemed to be good enough for Tommy who pulled the shirt over his head, and Buck would be lying if he didn’t immediately try to look his fill. It had been a while since he’d seen Tommy shirtless. And God, those pecs, the hair between them, that fucking happy trail …

Then, Tommy turned around, and Buck’s mouth dropped open. He blinked, stared, tried to form words. He felt frozen, because he had not expected this, because well.

Well.

Tommy had a tramp stamp.

[continue on ao3]

[reverieblondie]

What if Gale fell on top of Tav after he got pulled out of the portal? How would he react to realizing he just accidentally got a face full of his savior's- *gets jumped by the horny police*

No! Not the horny police! So I went a bit fluffy for this prompt but I loved this ask for just a cute little something for Gale. Hope you like it! If you want something Smutty for Gale in the future just ask, I'm all ears....

Portal Mishaps

Gale x Fem!Tav

Words- 1,014

First, trapped on the nautiloid, receiving a new tenant in the old cranium was not exactly what Gale had in mind. Then, when the wretched ship started bursting into fire, he thought his luck was finally changing; Gale was finally going to receive a win after what felt like nothing but losses. Then he ended up…in a rock…

All his previous decisions had led to this, and honestly, it was humiliating… He's an archmage of Waterdeep, well versed in the weave, Mystras chosen! Well, Once chosen. Now, here he is in the cold abyss in between tunnels. Could things get worse?  Maybe he shouldn't think that… The fates seem determined to have everything go wrong for him now, so it is best not to make it worse. Maybe it's for the best, a strange divine intervention. Gale knows his time is short, especially since he cannot clench his hunger. So perhaps he can save a lot of people the trouble and erupt within a rock.

So Gale puts his hands to the side and stays in the cold dark, letting it surround him. Letting the thoughts in his mind drift away. Just accepting this…but as he sits, something in him sparks. Gale is not one to take this fate lying down. No, it's not in his nature not to try; even till his last breath, he will fight. So, using what's remaining of his drained magic, he opens a wobbly portal. It's not the prettiest and relatively narrow, but he tries to free himself, pushing his arm through the tingling sparks of magic. He reaches out, trying to grab onto anything to pull him out of these dark depths, but nothing.

Gale continues to search; he just needs something or someone to help pull him free. Then, echoing through the dark, he hears a voice resonating through the portal. This is his chance to get its attention. Quickly, he reaches his hand out, desperately grabbing through the air. 

"A hand? Anyone?!"

Muttering, then that same sweet voice ringing through…

"Just hang on! I will get you out!" 

Soft hands warm him as they grab onto him and start to pull. Whoever his savior is, he vows to thank them endlessly as they never quit trying to pull him out. Their soft voice continues to encourage him that they will not give up and will save him. It's so full of promise and conviction that he feels like he could cry. Please just let him get through this, let him see his savor, let him thank them! Let him live!

With another powerful pull, Gale's body rushes forward; bright light blinds him as he tumbles out. The light is piercing, but he's never been so happy to see the white light; the smell of smoke and nature hits his nose in an overwhelming welcome. Gale has never liked the smell of smoke, but today, it is a welcomed scent he will probably now have a greater appreciation for. Gale falls onto very soft ground, like really soft ground? And it's taking everything in him not to rub his face in it and kiss the dirt benthe him. As Gale goes to inhale the sweet scent of the ground, he pauses,…perfume? And musk?  

Gale's eyes start to refocus, and that's when he sees what he's landed on. When the realization smacks him like a ton of bricks, what he thought could be soft mounds of ground, he sees he's landed right on…breast! 

Quickly, he scrambles to get off you, and apologies fly from his lips. Gale goes to help you up, his cheeks red as his eyes flicker from your breast to your eyes, trying so hard to get past the awkward situation he's found himself in. Gale is trying to explain what happened to you and your two companions, your eyes much more understanding than those of the other two sets, who are suspiciously narrowed at him. Gale introduces himself as he's trying to piece together what's happened. He can't fight how his thoughts are scrambling with how soft you felt, how good you smell, and what if he would have fallen…somewhere else…

Gale mentally chastises himself for his perverted thoughts; gods he's touched starved, isn't he? Two sets of breasts to the face, and he's spiral. The worst part is you are completely pleasant, even apologizing to him about where he landed as if it was somehow your fault. Maybe his luck has changed? He did manage to fall on a very kind stranger who happens to also be in his predicament…

After a brief discussion about your situation and impending doom, Gale offers you two to join up. Judging from the two mysterious tags along with you, he figures you could use a wizard and a cook in your camp. Your face lights up in an excited smile, immediately going to say yes, but the dark-haired girl quickly puts her hand over your mouth, and she and the pale guy pull you two to the side for a huddled conversation. Gale tries to seem like he's not eavesdropping, though he is happy you're saying you all could use a wizard's talents, and you think he's nice? Awe. 

"Seems like a chatty type," the half-elf says;- shit, he is chatty…

"Don't forget he did cop a feel darling…perverted if you ask me…" -Perverted!? It was an accident! 

"Oh, Astarion, hush. You pulled a knife on me. You're no judge of character, and Shadowheart, if you don't want to talk to him, just send him my way." You look over your shoulder and smile at Gale, making his heart skip. I enjoy a good conversation…" 

Coming back over, you accept him in your group, introduce everyone, and start your adventure to look for a healer. Gale will try not to have any more mishaps regarding you, but he is only a man… as he walks beside you, trying to make a conversation, Gale feels someone staring at him. Turning his head, he sees Astarion walking behind him and Tav with a wide, knowing smirk…  

[prince-liest]

I want it on record that if I were to ever write radiostatic omegaverse, I'd probably make Alastor an omega for the funsies. BUT.

Vox would be a beta, and he would have a complex about it the approximate size of Vee fucking Tower. Does anybody else think that the Radio Demon is obviously the pentagram's most desirable omega? No, that's insane. However, so is Vox.

Alastor couldn't actually give less of a fuck if he actively tried, but it's a vulnerability, so he needles Vox about it a few times at first. He quickly stops when he realizes that regardless whether they are in any actual relationship at a particular point in time, Vox has apparently more or less imprinted Alastor as his omega (annoying, stupid, untrue), and mocking him for not being an alpha just makes Vox more overbearing than the most obnoxious alpha on the planet. Valentino is out here telling Vox to maybe chill out a little bit.

It's barely even sexual after a certain point. Alastor at least kind of gets that Vox is a horny degenerate, but why the hell is he leaving him increasingly elaborate and possessive weekly gifts on his station's doorstep like a cat would leave an animal carcass? At least if it was an actual animal carcass, it would be useful for that night's dinner. Alastor is not sure what he's supposed to do with a......"VoxTek E-Z-Nest! Just add pheromones!" Hold on, has this already been opened?

Valentino, on the other hand, is an actual alpha—which is why Vox does NOT take his "Um, calm down?" very well. He's just being condescending! Val's a prick! He doesn't understand!!!! Bonus for a 7-second period of insanity when he's momentarily convinced Val is looking at Alastor, at which point Valentino taps out of the situation because fuck that, honey, come back when you need him to fuck some sense into you but otherwise leave him out of this.

Alastor's heats aren't even, like. Like that. He mostly just gets antisocial, kills a few things, and then locks himself in his room for a moderately uncomfortable week to plan his broadcast schedule. But fuck if Vox doesn't have that shit calculated down to the day on his schedule planner, and spends the whole week unsubtly pacing the perimeter of the hotel with his spy drones, driving himself crazy imagining what alpha Alastor must be fucking, and lasering any poor actual alpha (that isn't already a resident under Princess Morningstar's protection) that gets within three blocks of the place from orbit. VoxTek stocks always take a bit of a dive around that time.

Things that do not help: Alastor not actually discouraging this specific behavior, because, hey. He doesn't want any alphas around, either.

It's really just a matter of what breaks down first: the remaining dregs of Vox's common sense as pertaining to Alastor, Alastor's ability to find this whole thing deeply humorous, Charlie's self-restraint in not staging an intervention, or Vaggie's absolute last fucking nerve.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Barty's study group and the horny headache

Barbie dolls: Barty x gn! Reader

Word 1.1k

Summary: you have a headache and are horny so you beg your boyfriend to give you a handy

Warnings: Barty is reluctant at first but you ask him very nicely and he agrees I don't know if that's improper consent, I don't explicitly say what genitalia you have, you like Barty's ass, Barty has a stick and poke, regulus and Pandora kinda embarrass you two just a lil, I blueball you guys idk dude write your own porn ig, you get sexual favors while having a headache, you ask barty to give you a hand bc you want to go to sleep idk I'm sleepy just read it or something, thats it I think

Your day was going well, too. Then you got a splitting headacche. You could feel it behind your eyes. You just needed to lie down in a dark room with no sound but your own breathing. Now that you actually were buried under blankets, you realized you needed more than that. 

You weren’t even in your own bed, you were in Barty’s bed. You were waiting for him to get back from his last class, his history professor seemed to drag on past dismissal. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, they kept drooping. You slipped just under concious but you couldn’t sleep with the pain shooting through your brain. 

The dark room wasn’t the only thing you needed, you yearned for your boyfriend’s hands. One good handy and you knew the ache behind your eyes and between your legs would go away. You waited patiently under his blankets, slipping through sleep like a ship through waves. 

Eventually, his door did open. Barty moved to the side of the bed, setting his bag down and toeing his shoes off. He leaned down and pecked your forehead, pulliing you out of your half sleep. He was telling you about his class as he undressed from his uniform. None of the words registered in your head but you were able to comprehend his shirtless body. He pulled on an old ratted t-shirt that he stole from Regulus, who stole it from Sirius. You sat up on your elbow when his thumbs dipped into the band of his pants. 

“-Know, I told him. He didn’t listen. This is why I hate group projects. No one does their part, which includes my part. I’m not doing that stupid-“ You lost track of his words again as he pulled his uniform slacks down his thighs. You stared at the back of his thigh. A small stick and poke Evan just barely slipped out from the bottom of his boxer briefs. ‘Eat me’ just under the curve of his ass. He leaned over to the legs of his pants off his ankles, giving you a better veiw of his ass. Barty straightened up and started pulling on his pajama pants, jumping once they traveled over his knees. When the pants reached his hips again, his words reached your ears again. 

“-don’t study. I don’t know why they invited me.” Barty turned around to face you, tossing his tie on top of his trunk. He raised an eyebrow at you. “You okay? You don’t look so good.” Barty said, reaching out to press the back of his hand to your head. You groaned and flopped back into his blankets. 

“Headache.” Barty hummed. He pressed his knee into the mattress reaching out for you. Barty kissed you on your cheek. 

“You want me to get you something? I can’t stay long I’ve got that study group. I really think Regulus and Panda just want to copy off of me.” He said, whispering his last line as a second thought. You sat up on your elbow again, knocking your head into Barty’s neck. 

“Do you have to go?” You asked. Barty groaned. 

“Oh, I know. I know, but they want me to come so it might be an intervention. Plus, I don’t want to stand them up. It shouldn’t take long before I’m back and I’ll give you all the headache cuddles you want.” Barty said, pulling you up into a sitting podition and rubbing your back. You scooted closer to him, sitting along the edge of the bed. Barty slipped his knee down, running his hands up and down your forearms. You shook your head, pressing your chin into his stomach. 

“I don’t want cuddles.” You whispered. Barty looked down at you, shrugging his shoulder. 

“Well, what do you want? A thousand dollars?” Barty joked, letting out a laugh. You shook your head: too horny and tired for laughs. You rubbed the side of your face into his shirt. 

“I want you, Barty.” You looked up at him, staring into his eyes. “Please, skip study group and tear my pants off with your teeth.” You said, slipping your hands behind him. You ran your hands over his ass, feeling the hems of his boxers. You missed seeing his stick and poke. You widened your eyes and Barty. Barty tossed his head back before looking back down at you. 

“Oh, baby. You know I would if I could. I can’t stand them up.” Barty said, one hand finding your cheek and the other rubbing your back.  

“Don’t stand them up, just be late. Please I need you and your pretty hands. It’ll be real quick. I just need you to get me off so I go to sleep and my headache goes away.” You said, digging your fingers into the flesh of his ass. Barty huffed out his nose, gently caressing your cheekbone. 

“You’re using me as a pain killer, no way I’m doing that when you’re all delirious from sleep,” Barty said, trying to comfort you by rubbing your arms. You let out a sound that Barty would call a whine, though you beg to differ. 

“Am not. I’m just crazy horny and also can’t sleep. It’s a win-win-win situatiion.” You muttered in Barty’s shirt. You realsed his ass from your hold, gently rubbing it to soothe the pain that probally followed your tight grip. 

“See. You’re so delirious you said one too many wins.” Barty said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You buried your nose into Barty’s stomach for a second before pulling back. 

“No. I get an orgasm, I get to go to sleep, and you get to give me a handy. Which I know you love.” You said, dragging your hands to the front of his body and pushing the hem of his shirt up just a little. You pecked his happy trail, looking up at him. Barty pessed his lips together in a pout. You dropped his shirt and tipped your chin into his stomach again. 

“Please?” You said, blinking your eyes up at Barty. Barty groaned and tilted his head back. 

“I suppose Regulus and Pandora could wait a few extra ten minutes,” Barty said, before slipping under the covers with you.

You were right of course, it only took a few minutes and Barty was getting up to get a washcloth. You were alreading slipping into sleep by the time he came back, cleaning your body while you fell alseep in his covers.

After washing his hands and kissing your forehead goodbye, he left for a study group. Pandora and Regulus were not surprised that Barty was late, they were honestly expecting it. His excuse was that you had a headache and he had to bribe the healer to give him a potion to relieve your pain. When Regulus asked if the potion worked at dinner. You raised a brow, falling into silence. Barty cleared his throat and tapped his head. You caught on, agreeing and saying it worked wonders. The potion really did help. 

[untitledmemes]

Narrator Outtakes Prompts

An assortment of prompts taken from the Narrator Outtakes (Baldur's Gate 3) videos on Youtube. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Think you know how to pronounce it? I think not! ”

“ I haven't read one line yet, how did it get weird already? ”

“ That is some fantasy bullshit right there. ”

“ Yeah, everything's fine. ”

“ Calm, breath. It's ok. ”

“ Nobody talks to me. Nobody ever talks to me! ”

“ You may know me from such things as lying on the sofa eating cheese for several months. ”

“ What does this word mean? ”

“ I can make up words too! ”

“ I'm enjoying myself. ”

“ Enjoy the fantasy, and then call a therapist. ”

“ Wow, I am a patronizing bitch today. ”

“ No filth for you, ha ha. ”

“ It's already injured, maybe just kill him a bit. ”

“ You're a nerd. We're all nerds here. ”

“ The world continues to turn while you read everything. ”

“ I have no hands, apart from the ones I use to repeatedly slap you with. ”

“ Where were we? Who am I? What day is it? Why do my arms hurt? ”

“ Sometimes you think you're on mute and you're not. ”

“ Frantic bi energy. ”

“ I can fuck my way through any problem! ”

“ I've got splinters in places you don't want to know about, but I'm through. ”

“ We live in horny jail, you can't send us there. We've got the keys! ”

“ Go on. Do it. See what happens. ”

“ Who the fuck do you think you are? ”

“ Somebody studied Shakespear and now it's everybody's problem. ”

“ I think we need to have an intervention. ”

“ I like hearing you breathing. ”

“ Oh, aren't they having a nice time? But you're going to die. ”

“ I've lost my authority! ”

“ Right, fine. Whatever. This is my job and I'm not tired at all. ”

“ It's happening again. It's happening again! ”

“ Everything's fine. Normal is a state of mind. ”

“ I'm a professional. I can say the word 'erected' without laughing. Once. ”

“ I have exceptionally moist ankles. ”

“ I learned a word today. I don't know what it means. ”

“ There's a name for what you are and you'll learn it one day. ”

“ He's lucky I didn't rip his face off and melt it like plasticine. ”

“ It's not you, it's... It really is me. ”

“ I am the problem here and I am fully aware, but I made the decision to inflict me on everyone else. ”

“ They do like just slamming shit together in this, don't they? ”

“ I'm taking myself off to the chamber of penance. ”

“ Who doesn't like to prod an eye? ”

“ You got it, buddy. ”

“ Try not to look too closely, everything's gonna start swirling. ”

“ It's a little bit sexy, but you are going to be covered in blood in the end. ”

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

[raythekiller]

Weird question, but how would the creeps and Lane be affected by a reader who has obsessive pheromones. Ex. Any person they spend enough time with, the person (or people) surrounding them gets obsessed with the reader. I kinda imagine everyone putting on a gas mask once they snap out of it lol

I wonder if Lane would be affected, would they stay the same or be worse?

Please and thank you for serving us. I bid you a good day. Take care 🩷🩷🩷

🗒 ❛ Reader With Obsessive Pheromones ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Lane The Lurker

#Notes: this was such a fun concept to write

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

Absolutely falls for it. And it's so difficult to snap him out of it because he will not leave your side unless he's being forcefully dragged away, and that while still putting up a fight. Gets super touchy with you and actually treats you decently. He's just going on and on about how attractive you are and wow is that a new perfume? Once Masky manages to pull him away he'll refuse to come near you or even look you in the face, embarrassed about his own behavior. Avoids you like the plague.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

My God he's already horny normally, imagine now. Hits on you nonstop in a very suggestive manner and is another one that refuses to leave your side. Will probably try to kiss you once or twice before being dragged away. To everyone's surprise, he doesn't seem to mind the fact that he was only obsessed with you because of the pheromones and still hits on you while wearing a gas mask. He's just funky like that.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

He gets super flustered around you and stutters twice as much. Doesn't really try to flirt or make any moves, he just stands there awkwardly. Actually doesn't take him long to snap out of it since he gets overwhelmed with his own feelings and scurries away from you himself, without much needed intervention. He didn't like the feeling so he only talks to you while wearing a mask.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Oof... Well, you see, obsession kind of triggers something... demonic inside of him, pretty similar to how I describe him in my NSFW posts. He's unable to speak and just kind of circles around you, acting like a guard dog. Will actually roar and claw and bite at anyone who tries to approach you or take him away from you, so he's the hardest to snap out of it. If he manages, though, he'll apologize for his behavior and ask you to please be more careful with this... power of yours.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Look, I'm trying to keep this post SFW, but it's getting a little difficult. He doesn't really show any change in behavior, to the point you might think he's immune somehow. That is, until he corners you against a wall, demanding you help him with the... Uhm, problem you've created. You'll have to get him out of it yourself. Once he's back to normal, he'll threaten you to not say a word about what he said to you to anyone else, his face flushing lightly underneath the mask.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Extremely similar to Masky. Doesn't show any sings of being affected until he makes a move, running a hand up your thigh and kissing your neck. You have to be lucky enough for someone to walk by or else things might escalate. Once he's normal again, he'll chuckle at you like it's no big deal, writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to you. It reads "Played a dangerous game there, doll".

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Lane The Lurker

Oh boy. It's gonna be pretty impossible to get them out of it because they don't want to go back to normal. They enjoy the feeling of obsession. Follows you around like a lost puppy and does literally anything you ask them to, but asks for kisses and such as compensation. Can and will threaten to kill anyone that approaches you, being another creep or family member or anything else. They want every last bit of your attention and they plan to get it.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I need more curvy, bimbo Adam. I've seen too many fanfictions where this man has more than one braincell, which is just not want god intended.

Adam being a horny mess, but he's too smooth brained to realize what's wrong with him. Lucifer loves to try and make fun of him but once he starts seeing his himbo behavior, he finally realizes that Adam has no idea what he's saying.

Waking up as a sinner was rough on Adam, well it would be if he could even comprehend what happened to him.

The thing that sucks for everyone at the hotel is that Adam only starts becoming coherent after he gets his ass and mouth absolutely destroyed.

Sorry for this filth, but I can't think of anything else- fuck it, make it an au!

Bimbo!Adam au

Send help to me, and maybe God. I need some devine intervention 💀

Let 👏 Adam 👏 Be 👏 A 👏 Slut

He's fucking lust blind. Lol

God I want to make this an au so badly.

And maybe because Adam is so needy but also picky he only wants the best and there's nothing better than royal dick 😉

@fanofstuff01 @decentsoupperson

[tokoyamisstuff]

nsfw hcs for the priest please, if that's okay for you

ya dirty lil' heathens...👀

gn! Reader I general smut/kink warning

A/N: clearing out my drafts to distract myself while on bedrest. so don't be shy, keep the requests coming!

Oh, he's very difficult to convince.

It took an eternity only to accept his feelings for you, but even then he never took it any further than hugging, hand-holding or occasionally a chaste kiss.

Sexuality is highly condemned due to his strict religious background. So he kinda feels like he'd taint you, and he simply values you too much for that.

The temptation definetly is there, though, and it's driving him crazy. His mind constantly wanders off to impure ideas, even without much of your own intervention. Feels very conflicted about it and needs lots of reassurement.

Is most likely demisexual, meaning his physical attration is inevitably tied to his emotional attachment. And since he's hopelessly, completely and utterly in love with you...

Hesitates not only because of his chastity, but this man could quite literally break you like a twig. He always loses his self-restraint when he gets too excited during fights, and figures lust has the same effect. Not that he has any proof, but he's not eager to find out the hard way.

Additionally that man is so touch-starved, he gets turned on by basically anything. Little to no effort from your side involved. Stare at him lovingly for a while and he gets a hard-on. Straddle his lap or kiss him a little more intense and you instantly feel his reaction press to your stomach. Will carefully lift you off of him and preach about your poor seduction attempt, sadly.

Since praying those fantasies away doesn't work he'll resort to masturbating as the lesser evil. Turns out that makes his horniness even worse. Starts disappearing randomly a lot, when it's too much to take - sometimes even mid sermon - and people start to get worried.

Still, that man has an incredible willpower. I feel like you'd need to find the perfect moment for him to give in to his desire, maybe when you caught him in the act or another very vulnerable moment.

Once he finally bends it's like you've opened the Box of Pandora. Man's insateable.

Sneaks his hands under your clothes at every opportunity just to feel your skin, even in public or among others. He's very skilled at going unnoticed. Will pull you into the next secluded place just to violently make out and touch you. Super scared to be caught in the act though.

Everything about that man is huge, but he's incredibly careful and preps you well so don't worry.

Is actually pretty insecure about his body? Pretty sure there's a dad bod under that robe, and he's not the youngest anymore. Kiss his scars and hell whimper. Melts at any praise or affection you offer.

Your body however? Magnificent. Divine. A perfect creation by god. No matter what, everything about it is perfect.

Opposite to public consensus I think he'd never wanna use anything related to his religion or priesthood, it's simply too sacred to him...but on the other hand so are you. Loves worship of your body and soul with both words and actions.

Not very willing to experiment, since the bible doesn't allow anything besides the standard babymaking procedures. At least man's flexible and strong, so you'll be able to try out many different positions.

For the same reason as above, he always finishes inside of you and loves to see the mess he's made. Forbids you from cleaning up and makes you walk around with his cum dripping from your legs.

Easily comes in general, but he's a walking powerhouse and can go as many rounds as you like.

It's not like he doesn't have any other fantasies, he's just very ashamed of them.

Kinda somnophiliac? There's just something innocent about you lying so peacefully next to him that makes his mind go blank. You'll often wake up with his cock buried between your thighs. Always says something like god doesn't look so closely upon sleeping sinners.

Will absolutely implement his other interests in the bedroom, once he gets more comfortable. For example roleplaying that he hunts you down...at some point won't be able to use a bayonet anymore without getting hard. Awkward for his real enemies lol

Has a lot of pent up anger and if youre into that too, he'd love punishment games. Choking, spanking, hair pulling, nothing too wild. Also does vile dirty talk, you'd be shocked the words coming out of this holy priest's mouth. He's a gentle giant, but if you like it too he's definetly able to fuck you as if he hates you. Not a must, though.

Seems to make him way more even-tempered to put his negative energy into making you cum your brains out.

Is a tad bit masochistic too, maybe due to his regeneration. Loves the feeling of your fingernails digging into his back or thighs, drawing blood. Will go insane if you bite him.

Prays before or after and sometimes even during the act. It's still sinful after all.

Expect sublime aftercare. Your well-being is his utmost priority. Also, lots of cuddles! He definetly wants to be the small spoon.

[harmonic-intervention]

I miss Tommy, so have some bottom dom!tommy smut.

Word count: 4037 - pwp, daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, orgasm delay, powerbottom!tommy/servicetop!buck

On ao3 now.

The first time Tommy bottomed for Evan, they didn't really take their time. Both of them were too keyed up - Tommy because he hadn't bottomed in a while, and Evan because he was so eager to make it good.

Tommy didn't really have a preferance, never did, especially now with Evan when everything was so much better than anything he had ever experienced. But there were times when he preferred one over the other, and before Evan, when that happened to be getting fucked, he often had to make do with toys and his own fingers.

Even, or maybe especially, in the gay scene, there were still expectations for the roles in the bedroom. Not for Evan, though.

So, the first time, there was little finesse and little foreplay, just them, a bottle of lube, and a desperate need.

It was only the first time of many, after all, and Tommy made sure they took their time in the future.

Tommy liked to play, and now, he got to play.

Tommy loved this - telling Evan exactly what to do, how to do it, and don't you make a mistake, boy. More than once, he had tied Evan down to the bed and ridden him how Tommy wanted to, ignoring Evan's pleads for more.

Today, though, it was missionary, because that was Evan's favorite position and Tommy had decided that he was going to be a little nicer today.

(They mostly fucked in missionary, actually. Evan had once said that he liked being able to see Tommy, and liked being able to thread their fingers together. Staring down or up at Evan's face, into his eyes, watching every minute change in his expression was ... well, Tommy had to admit missionary was rapidly becoming his favorite, too.)

Tommy was laid out on his back, a pillow under his hips because Evan was nothing if not thorough. Speaking of Evan, he was currently two fingers deep in Tommy - two fingers, because Tommy had made him pull out the third one.

He was partial to a good finger-banging when the mood struck, but this was less about feeling good or even the prep - this was all about teasing Evan.

See, Evan easily fit into the role of service top whenever Tommy took the reins like this. It was all about doing everything for his partner, taking care of them, making them come as much as possible, all while ignoring his own need. He tended to forget all about his own dick, following Tommy's orders enough to keep him satisfied.

The point for Evan was to get Tommy off and do it well. Which was why Tommy would not allow him that. He wanted to get him to a point where he couldn't forget about his needs.

He'd put Evan on his stomach, situated between his thighs, and told him to keep one hand on his hip. The other, he was allowed to use to finger Tommy open, but he was under strict orders to not even graze Tommy's prostate - or else.

Evan did as he was told with a determined look on his face, but Tommy could admit that he was having way too much fun watching that determination slowly shift into frustration as Tommy did not let up.

He slowly let him work his way all the way up to three fingers, giving him clear instructions as to when to spread them, when to push them deeper, when to take one out. And Evan listened beautifully, even though he obviously did not want to.

Tommy shifted a little, stretched his spine, pulled up one leg to plant his foot on the mattress, and Evan halted his movements, looking up at Tommy all wide-eyed and hopeful.

He played with the thought of telling Evan to get back down to one finger, just to fuck with him, but if he was honest, he was more than ready to move on. His stamina was good - great even - but everyone had their limit.

"Think we got it, don't we?" he asked, rubbing his leg along Evan's side.

Evan nodded so hard Tommy worried he might give himself whiplash. Upon command, he pulled his fingers out, slowly, and cleaned them off.

Evan shuffled around the bed on his knees, locating the bottle of lube somewhere half covered by the sheets.

"Condom, Evan," Tommy reminded him.

Evan scrunched up his nose in distaste and Tommy couldn't fault him. They rarely ever used condoms anymore, but the way Tommy was seeing this, he'd probably have to clean up on his own after, and he didn't think he'd be truly up for it when it came to it.

So, easier clean up. Evan seemed to understand that reasoning without words, too, since there was no complaining from him when he fetched one of the ones they still had in their bedside table.

"Put it on," Tommy instructed. "No touching yourself outside that."

Evan did as told, quickly and efficiently rolling the condom down on his cock, dripping and flushed a deep color. Still, Evan dropped his hand to Tommy's knee, not touching himself just as told.

"That's it." Tommy beckoned Evan closer with a curl of his fingers. "Come on now. Closer."

Once Evan had settled back between Tommy's thighs, sitting back on his heels, Tommy allowed him to put his hands back on his legs. Seemingly absentminded, Evan ran his hands up and down, up and down, staring down at Tommy's own cock with hunger in his eyes.

Tommy nudged Evan with his knee. "Alright, baby. Let's get started."

Evan did not need to be told twice. He pushed Tommy's legs further apart a little bit with his own bulk, and positioned the head of his dick right against Tommy's hole. He started slowly moving in with a controlled push of his hips.

Tommy couldn't help the sigh that left him. God, this was nice. But he wasn't here to just lose himself in enjoyment. He wanted to be a little mean, now.

The tip was in, and just as Evan was about to push deeper, Tommy locked eyes with him. He could see the exact moment Evan realized that he wouldn't like what Tommy had to say, and oh, how right he was.

"Stop. Pull out."

Evan looked at him, devastated. He halted in his movement, and his fingers curled into the bedspread. He made no move to do as told, staring wide-eyed at Tommy as if that would change his mind.

Tommy tilted his head. "Be a good boy now, Evan."

Sure-fire way to get Evan to comply. He had a praise kink a mile wide. Tommy had rarely ever had to actually do something to punish him when they played like that - thinking he had disappointed Tommy was punishment enough.

Evan did what Tommy asked of him and pulled out, sitting back on his heels again. His hands moved from the sheets to Tommy's thighs, but just before he could actually touch him, he halted.

"Can I touch you?" His voice was soft, quiet.

There we go, Tommy thought, there he is.

Tommy nodded. "Go ahead."

Evan put his hands on his thighs and kept him there for a moment, then started moving them. He felt Tommy up nice and heavy, but kept his fingers away from his cock or ass.

Yeah, there he was. There was that good boy.

Tommy was content to watch Evan for now, watch him run his hands over his skin, watch him try his very best to stay focused on anything other than the way he had to leave Tommy's hole empty.

With a content sigh, Tommy folded his arm behind his head. He smirked at Evan, who was watching him like a hawk, eyes caught on the flex of Tommy's biceps.

"You look like you want something, baby. Mind telling me what it is?"

For a moment, something like defiance flashed in Evan's eyes, and Tommy could guess what he was thinking. As if you don't know what I want.

That was only for a moment, however, and Evan dropped the act in favor, of sliding his hands along Tommy's inner thighs, closer to his cock. "I wanna fuck you."

Tommy quirked an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. "You can say that nicer." He moved his free hand as if giving Evan the stage. "Come on."

And Evan did not disappoint. His eyes went big and wide, like every time he wanted something really badly. "Please," he started, "please, I wanna make it good for you, please, please, lemme put it in, please, just a moment."

Tommy bit his own tongue to keep his composure. God, did he love this. Evan was just so good at asking, at begging.

"Just a moment, huh?" Tommy asked, pretending to think about Evan's request. "You sure you're gonna be able to pull out? Remember how difficult it was for you when it was just the tip?"

Evan opened his mouth. Closed it. Stared back down between Tommy's legs as if his dick would give him the strength he needed. He took a deep breath, swallowed what saliva must have pooled in his mouth.

"Please," he groaned.

Tommy shrugged. "You gotta give me more than that. Please what, baby?"

"Please!"

"Please what? Use your words now."

The dam broke. "Please. Please, let me, I wanna do, I wanna make you ... please." Another breath, another heavy swallow. "Please, daddy."

There we go, Tommy thought. That was what he wanted, that was what he loved - Evan desperate, so desperate to get his dick wet he couldn't form full sentences.

For another moment, Tommy pretended to think about it. He shrugged slightly. "Well, if that's what you want so bad." Tommy sighed, as if he wasn't dying for it at this point, too. "Come on, then."

He did not need to tell Evan twice. He moved closer, one of his hands on Tommy's legs to guide them to bracket his hips while the other one dug for the discarded bottle of lube again.

As Evan slicked back up, Tommy leaned up a bit and curled two fingers under Evan's chin, tipping it up.

"You come, you get punished. Got it?"

Evan nodded and leaned down to plant kisses on the skin of Tommy's knee and thigh. "Thank you, thank you," he mumbled.

Without instruction, Evan positioned himself again and pushed in, slowly, almost glacial, continuously looking up at Tommy, just waiting for him to say something and make him stop.

While yes, Tommy had thought about it, he'd ultimately decided against it. He'd also thought about clenching down and making Evan really fight for his self-control, but he was done with dragging it out. Maybe another time.

After all, he was playing with his own patience, too.

So, he kept his mouth shut until Evan was all the way in, until Tommy felt so pleasantly full, when he sighed in contentment.

Evan's eyes were closed, and his brow furrowed as if in concentration. Tommy shifted a little, bringing his knees closer to Evan's sides.

"You doing okay, sweetheart?" he checked in.

Pretty blue eyes opened again. "I'm good," Evan said roughly. "Just need a moment."

Which meant he was so keyed up that he almost came from just pushing in.

Tommy hoped he was as good at keeping the smug look off of his face as he thought he was.

He reached out, cupping the side of Evan's face with a hand and watched him lean into it, nuzzle his nose against the heel of Tommy's palm.

"There's that boy."

Evan smiled and rightened himself up again, but he didn't move except for miniscule jolts of his hips. Tommy decided not to punish him for that. He knew this behavior, he knew Evan couldn't control it.

"You really want it." He didn't pose it as a question, but Evan nodded nonetheless. "Then give it to me. I wanna feel it."

Another quick nod, and Evan gathered his legs up, hooking the backs of Tommy's knees over the bends of his elbows, and leaned forwards to jam his hands into the mattress.

The first time Evan found out how flexible Tommy was, he'd come almost immediately. Tommy didn't do yoga simply for his health, okay?

"This okay?" Evan asked softly, leaning close enough so that Tommy could lean up and kiss him.

"This is perfect," Tommy said in return, slightly moving his hips side to side just to really feel how big Evan was inside of him. "Fuck, you feel like a dream."

Evan made a quiet sound, like a strangled moan and a gasp in one. He shifted slightly. "Can I move?"

God, did he sound desperate. But he also sounded like he would listen if Tommy told him no.

When Tommy didn't say anything for a moment, Evan leaned in close to kiss him again, whispering, "Please, daddy, can I move?" against his chin.

Brat knew exactly what he was doing.

"Don't forget what we're doing here," Tommy said. "You get me there first. You come before me, there'll be consequences."

"What kinda consequences?"

That made Tommy laugh for a moment. He remembered the time when Evan intentionally went against orders because he was a little too into what Tommy had promised as punishment. Not a mistake Tommy was gonna do twice.

"Not telling you, baby. Now do your thing, will you? I thought you wanted to."

It was all that Evan needed to finally move. And move he did.

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in immediately, not even pausing to take a moment. He didn't always do it, tended to like it better to start slowly and build the pace and strength of his thrusts up over the time, but Tommy could tell he was on a razor's edge.

And thank god for that.

There were no pretenses now, only Evan's single-minded focus on getting Tommy off. And he was good, so good at it. He thrived under being told he was good, yearned to be good, so he had meticulously studied whatever got Tommy's rocks off to give him the best experience in bed that he ever had.

His precision in finding the right angle to hit Tommy's prostate on every single push inside was unmatched, and sometimes, he used that knowledge to tease, but not today.

Today, it was a constant thrum of pleasure from the press of Evan's cock, from the way he filled Tommy so well, from the way it felt as if he went even deeper every single time he thrust inside.

"That's my good boy," Tommy praised. "You're doing so good."

In return, Evan gave him a breathless smile and impossibly sped up.

"You wan'a hand?" he asked.

Tommy actually took a moment to think, lost his train of thought when Evan changed pace again to instead slam his hips harder against the backs of Tommy's thighs. He had to take a moment to close his eyes and just take it in, a moan leaving him involuntarily, thoughtlessly.

"Daddy?" Evan prodded but made no move to let Tommy catch his breath.

What a guy.

"Think I don't need it."

Tommy had known way before he and Evan started having sex that he could come untouched, but back in the day, it was a rare thing he could only get to with excessive stimulation. Excessive seemed to be Evan's middle name, though, so Tommy rarely ever needed extra to come. Or wanted it, for that matter. It kinda made him crazy that Evan could get him off without touching his cock once.

Evan dropped his head and moaned at Tommy's admission, eyes clenched shut in concentration. He took just a moment for a pause before he pushed back in hard. Tommy had to give it to him, he hadn't thought Evan would last this long after everything, but he was nothing if not committed. Tommy had told Evan to make him come first, and Evan would do everything in his power to do it.

The backs of Tommy's legs were starting to feel a little tight, like they were about to cramp from their position, but he didn't even need to say anything, Evan was that in tune with his comfort.

He slowed down until he was barely moving at all and pulled his arms out from the backs of Tommy's knees, moved them to bracket his waist instead. He leaned forward to kiss Tommy again, this time for longer, and without the strain on Tommy's joints that he was slowly starting to feel.

Tommy sighed into the kiss, knowing that as soon as he opened his mouth, Evan would try and shove his tongue inside. He was a little gentler in his approach than Tommy expected, slowly curling his tongue behind the row of Tommy's teeth.

"You doing okay, baby?" Tommy asked into the small space between them, taking in Evan's flushed face. His curly hair was sticking to his forehead on one side.

"So good, daddy," Evan assured him. "Love you."

"I love you, too." And how. "Now come on. Get us there."

Evan buried his face in the crook of Tommy's neck. Tommy wrapped his arms around his back to pull him closer. From this position, Evan couldn't find the same momentum, but he didn't need it. He grinded his hips against Tommy's in tight circles, pressing right into his prostate.

Tommy bit the bolt of his jaw, buried a breathless gasp in the skin just below Evan's earlobe.

"Do you know how good you are, baby?" he mumbled. "Do you know how good you make me feel? How - ah, fuck - how I love having you inside me like this?"

Evan nodded against the side of Tommy's throat, his movement a little desperate.

"Hm, I don't think you actually do, sweetheart. Don't think you know how fucking lucky I am. Don't you- oh, fuck, fuck, there baby, you got it."

While Tommy was whispering into Evan's ear, Evan had shifted slightly, tried to crawl in even closer, and thus pushed his cock even deeper, so deep that Tommy thought he could feel it in his throat.

If made to choose between this constant grind against his prostate or the fast and hard fucking from before, Tommy would probably rather choke on his own spit. The latter had been great, but so was this, and he so loved having Evan pressed right against him, wrapped in his arms.

Without moving away, Evan tried to get more back and forth movement into his hips, and while that was nice, too, he quickly gave up in favor of drawing tight circles into Tommy, instead, a continuous press against his prostate now that made him gasp and moan.

Evan started begging, "Please, please, please," over and over under his breath, and Tommy was reasonably sure he wasn't even aware of it.

That paired with the constant stimulation of that big cock rubbing his insides in just the right way had Tommy teetering on the edge. Just a little something.

He didn't even have to say anything for Evan to deliver. He somehow managed to plant a knee, and he used that leverage to fuck into Tommy in short but harder thrusts without moving away from his place snuggled into the line of Tommy's jaw.

And then, he started talking. Begging, more like it. "Please, daddy, haven't I been good? Haven't I done you good, aren't you close, don't you wanna show me I'm good? I love you, come on, please, you can get it, you can, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel you come so bad, I wanna make you come, please."

No-one Tommy had ever had sex with begged this sweetly, and no-one had ever begged for Tommy to come before Evan. So of course, Tommy was a fucking goner.

The fingers of one hand buried themselves in the short curls at the back of Evan's head, the other gripped his side hard enough to leave the shape of his fingernails.

He groaned, long and deep in his chest, something that may have been Evan's name or maybe just some gibberish. He could hear Evan's own groan right in his ear when he clenched down on his cock, just to feel it, just to drag it out a little.

He shot off on his own chest and belly, and he could feel Evan move his head a little as if to watch. He probably was, seemed to have a near obsession between watching Tommy's cock or watching his face when he came.

Evan kept up the gentle sway of his hips, working Tommy through his orgasm as if there was nothing else in the world to do, and when Tommy finally came down to catch his breath, he realized with pride that Evan had held out.

He loosened his fingers from Evan's waist, rubbed over the red crescents left behind soothingly, then brought a hand to Evan's cheek.

"You okay?"

Evan nodded. "Can I-? Daddy, can I come now?" He didn't whine, but it was a near thing.

God, somehow, Tommy had bagged the best boy in the world. With a thumb rubbing over Evan's blushing cheek, he nodded.

"Of course you can. You want to come inside or on me?"

There were days when Evan would kill to come on Tommy's tits, or his face, on his thighs or ass, or on his stomach and watch their cum pool together.

Not today, though, judging by the way Evan looked devastated for a moment. "Don't make me pull out."

Tommy laughed, still giddy in the wake of an amazing orgasm, and stroked his hand through Evan's hair. "Don't worry, baby, I won't. You've done so good, you got me off so good. You can come, baby, you've earned it."

It only took two more thrusts before Evan dug his teeth into the skin next to Tommy's adam's apple, and he stilled, muffling the moan of Tommy's name against his throat.

He didn't move further, only to collapse bonelessly against Tommy's chest, and when Tommy clenched down a little once more, just a tease, the lids of his eyes fluttered.

Tommy let up, instead ran his hands up and down Evan's back, through his hair, waited for him to calm down a little.

His erratic breathing slowed, the mewling sounds he let out on almost every exhale quieted and disappeared, and with a huge sigh that seemed to press Tommy further into the mattress, Evan raised his head and opened his eyes.

"Fuck," he said, voice a little rough now.

Tommy chuckled. "Pretty much, yeah."

Evan nuzzled in for a kiss, mumbling, "God, I love you."

They kissed for a moment, soft and slow, but the cum drying on Tommy's skin was starting to itch, and when Evan pulled out and tied off the condom, his movement was sluggish.

"Wanna go clean up in the shower or do you want a bath?" Tommy asked.

"Can I have a bath?" Evan asked immediately.

Thank god for the - back then irresponsible - large expense for a bathtub big enough to fit two tall, buff firefighters.

Tommy got up, and Evan dropped back onto the bed, folding his arms under his head, looking like a right pillow princess.

It didn't take long for Tommy to put the lube back in the drawer, throw the condom away, and prepare the bathtub - after he cleaned up the worst of it, he was not willing to sit in cum-water for a prolonged time.

They sat together in the bath shortly after, Evan's back to Tommy's chest, with his head resting back on Tommy's shoulder - perfect position for him to kiss at Tommy's jaw sleepily.

While the sex was fun, Tommy almost liked this part even more, when Evan allowed himself to relax, and let Tommy take care of him.

Tommy was already making plans for next time. He couldn't wait to see how Evan would end up after, after Tommy had been more mean. After he had made him work even harder.

He knew Evan would get him back for it, but that was half the fun.

[euphorroria]

spicy ADAMSAPPLE THEORY

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(My sinner Adam has a pussy, my Lucifer has both)

If I’m remembering bible lore accurately, I recall God commanding his angels to minister humanity early after our creation, and to more or less worship us as they do him because we’re made in his image or something. One of the things that made Lucifer special is that he had the will (free will?) to reject those orders.

Imagine they weren’t just orders though, and instead it’s an instinct imbedded in all angels to minister and serve humanity. Lucifer can reject this urge, but it’s still in him to please humans.

and when him and Adam are getting down, he can’t help but fall into that behavior, like desperately telling Adam to use him in any way he wants, I don’t really know who’s topping or bottoming but I’m imagining more of an obscenely horny Lucifer laying down on the bed while Adam’s like

“alright I’m gonna crush your tiny body while I make myself cum on your dick over and over, and you better not cum until I’m done”

and Lucifer’s like.

“I’m your fucking trampoline, just do it DO IT NOW”

The dynamic of a very greedy Adam breaking the bed under his tiny (resilient) boyfriend, while Lucifer drools up at the body he still has wet dreams about, trying so hard not to cum.

Even better if they use some super magical angelic forged seraphim cock ring that when applied, does not allow Lucifer to cum no matter how much he wants to, cuz he’d probably need some intervention like that to avoid spilling into the man after three seconds.

I wanna write a little thing about this, or draw it, but lately I don’t have a lot of time so any adult on here who likes writing, if the spirit moves you go for it, just tag me so I can read it lol

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

okay so we know that if reader tried to be creepy towards yves about sexual stuff he would cut them off (and/or traumatize them if they went even further).

but what would happen if yves set up their perfect meet-cute, they started dating, and after a while reader tried to initiate sex. and yves is like oh, no. explains his whole thing about only doing it like once a month, and on his terms. and reader is like oh, okay! i totally respect that!

and then the next day, they sit down for dinner, and reader essentially tries to break up with him? basically just saying i don’t think this will work out between us, i’d really like a partner who i have very regular sex with even if not every day, but you’re really cool and really nice and i’d love to stay friends :)

how would yves react? i feel like he wouldn’t traumatize them because they didn’t actually do anything wrong, but he’s also been super clear about being monogamous so he doesn’t seem like the type to allow reader to pursue a sort of fwb relationship on the side? that is, if reader even wanted to have a side relationship just for sex, they might only want one relationship and need it to be both romantic and regularly sexual.

another thought that’s sort of tied to this: what if yves was dating a reader who, because they couldn’t successfully initiate sex and were told not to try ever again the one time they tried, and because yves so rarely initiates sex, started feeling really self conscious and like they aren’t worth having sex with? like even with yves being such a sweetheart and loving on them all the time, the lack of sex really gets to them and makes them feel undesirable?

sincerely, a very shy anon (who is Constantly Horny and also gets insecure)

Tw: sexual stuff, drugging

The thing is, Yves would have already known that you're seeking for a more sexually fulfilling relationship with someone. It depends on your personality, is it a must that you have to touch him in ways he wished you wouldn't? Is it a must for Yves to touch you in ways he rather not? Even with his 'interventions'? Then, Yves has no choice but to let go of the idea of being your romantic partner. It doesn't mean he will abandon you, he will assume the role of a smothering monster-in-law.

However, if he already knows the ins and outs of your body, the limits of how much he could drug you without any adverse effects, Yves wouldn't mention about sex at all. He would take it slow, letting the relationship progress until you're comfortable to discuss such proclivities or attempt to make the first move. The longer you're with Yves, the more you feel loved and spoiled by his riches and acts of services.

But... By the time you would usually feel undesirable due to a lack of sexual initiation from Yves, you would find yourself saying "yuck" to anything related to genitalia. Perhaps even feeling glad that Yves didn't see you in that light yet, dreading the day where you have to say no to him.

Hell, maybe you wouldn't even care to initiate it either, you somehow lost interest in something you used to crave badly and you don't know why. The idea of it feels... Dull, boring and maybe overbearing, it's like eating the same meal repeatedly to the point it makes you nauseous thinking about it. The thought of being horny and getting off your bed to work for that orgasm makes you go "Ugh, do I have to?"

Assuming that you masturbate to alleviate your frustrations, you suddenly find that your stimulating toys would just not do it for you anymore. Neither would your fingers, nor pornography. You just feel... Nothing. No tingles, no drive and no desire to chase that high you were once addicted to. It feels tedious as if you're doing a soul sucking chore, you would rather cuddle with Yves instead, fully clothed too with each other's hands away from the major erogenous zones.

You wouldn't notice it. The change would be so gradual that you wouldn't realize your favorite sex toy is collecting a layer of dust under your bed. The idea of Yves going anywhere near your crotch never crossed your mind, why would it? You're not interested in doing the tango with him and neither is he, and you would like to keep it that way in order to avoid the awkwardness of rejection.

You never visited your favourite erotic sites anymore and you're not yearning for that excitement, you have lost a core part of yourself and you are none the wiser.

And that's how Yves likes it; to let yourself be pampered by him in every way except one. What you don't know will never hurt you.