#i know i cant control being uncomfortable

[beviate]

My fellow aro people... When someone admits that they have a crush on you, do you still hang out/interact with that person? Do you change the kind of interaction you have with them?

I find that I get so uncomfortable when someone admits having feelings for me, that it's difficult to continue the kind of dynamic I've had with the person before. Does anyone have advice for reframing emotions/responses towards confessions to help me resist the urge to cut friends and people off?

[fossys]

Hey guess who remembered why we stopped being active in plural communities in the first place <-people are dicks

[ureverygirltome]

oh wait I definitely experienced that last yr with aquarius 1 I physically felt like I couldn't talk lol. Well okay

[stoopidpigeonxx]

⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑻𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒂𝒓'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆ (DAISUKE GETTING/RECIEVING HEAD.)

That one anon.. you're welcome boo. NSFW under the cut. Minors DNI. (I'm on a smut writing spree)

Characters/fandom: Mouthwashing, Daisuke

Content: J*mmy mention ew, oral (both receiving and giving) Daisuke is a trans man, him being gentle with it (we love our boy), its for both fem/male reader cuz dick-havers need love <3

Giving.

-he is the GENTLEST boy ever. Soft kisses on your clit/tip, no biting whatsoever, gentle strokes, he's so soft with it. He doesn't want to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable, so he takes it with caution.

-Love my boy, but he is inexperienced. This kinda ties into the gentle part; he doesn't know how to be rough.

-if you're a girl, he's mainly focusing around your clit (Jimmy taught him about it, much to his discomfort). He knows it feels good according to your movements and noises. He likes hearing you moan his name, it gives him a lil' power boost.

-if you're a dude, BE GENTLE WITH HIM!! >:( don't shove his head down onto your cock while he's taking it, that'll make him choke. Let him do it at his own pace. He'll make you feel good the best he can, but that doesn't mean he'll deepthroat you. He can't do that.

-Loves you stroking his hair/praising him while he's doing it. Or just words of affirmation. This is kinda specific, but I feel like if you praise him, he wiggles his ass a bit like he's wagging his tail. Its fucking adorable and I love him.

-his favorite position to do it in is one where you're both laying down, with him on his stomach and your knees above his head. That way he can get a pillow under him and give himself a bit of stimulation, until its his turn.

Receiving.

-I headcannon he's a trans man, maybe about 1-2 years on T, so we welcome t-clit, my beloved. (I go so fucking feral for it y'all don't even know)

-Suuuper sensitive. Like, really. One lick of his lil' hard-on and he's spasming and whining. So you kinda have to be gentle with him in fear of overstimulating the poor boy.

-He'll probably mindlessly tug at your hair or grind against your face because it feels too good, he loses control of his body a bit. He isn't much for face riding, since he's worried he'll crush you, but he can use those hips if he feels like it. (And he does.)

-Babbles when he comes. I headcannon this for a lot of men, but I really mean it when it comes to Daisuke. Not just meaningless dirty talk, I'm talking BABBLING. You cant understand what this dude is saying.

-Very verbal/loud. He has to bury his face in a pillow, poor guy, because he's so loud and he's worried he'll wake everybody up. He cant help it!

[55sturn]

✮ A COLLECTION OF BLURBS ABOUT BEST FRIEND!CHRIS

disclaimers: this wasn’t requested but this is how i think being best friends with chris who also happens to be falling in love with you would go.

best friend!chris who is always there for you, day or night, early in the morning before the sun has completely risen and you’re drunk out of your mind sobbing because you’re homesick and he’s the closest thing to home, and during the late hours of night when the moon is at its peak and the stars are shining bright and you’re wide awake because you napped during the day and the two of you are walking through the streets of la reminiscing about a time before you could call la home.

best friend!chris who knows everything about you, from your favourite colour to the foods you despise and how to calm you down when you feel overstimulated and you’re having issues regulating your emotions, who has duplicates of your skincare cluttering his bathroom counter and the other halves to all the stuffed animals duos you find sitting on his bed and the couch in his room.

best friend!chris who finds his other half in you, your love for physical touch matches his, your personality mirrors his in an almost eerie way, he knows that you will match his energy and vibe without hesitation.

best friend!chris who is a big believer in eye contact, especially when it comes to you, he wants you to know you have his full attention, regardless of what you’re talking about, his eyes will always meet yours. and sometimes when the eye contact is so intense, to the point where you can’t hold it any longer because the colour of his eyes is too pretty and the way they’re droopy and tired and heavy lidded, almost giving them that bedroom eyes effect, makes you look away to hide the blush rising on your face, and the fact that if you stare at him any longer, you’ll kiss him, he chuckles lowly, gently turning your face back to his with a hand under your chin.

best friend!chris who isn’t scared to touch you, he will throw an arm around you and tug you closer, whispering whatever comes to mind in your ear, giggling as you roll your eyes at him, his hands are almost always on you, needing to feel you beside because you keep him grounded.

best friend!chris who is quick to size up any guy that dares to check you out or pick a fight with your bold drunken self that can’t seem to keep her comments to herself, and who isn’t scared to insert himself between you and whatever guy makes you uncomfortable.

best friend!chris who handles your attitude well, he doesn’t let it manifest into a bigger fight or deal than it needs to be and will counteract it by questioning why you’re coming at him sideways and will tell you to talk to him when you’re ready to act like an adult, and will not hesitate to grab your jaw, forcing you to pay attention, and understand that there’s not a singular reason for you to talk to him like that.

best friend!chris who very rarely snaps on you, who hates to see your demeanour morph and twist into something almost sinister with anger, and who hates it even more when it’s because of him. he’s always vowed to treat you with respect, meaning never to raise a hand or his voice to you, he views you as his equal, not someone to talk down to and try to control, so when he snaps, it’s not intentional, his mind is a whirlwind of overwhelming responsibilities and the possibility that he has feelings for you, and as someone who shows so many signs of adhd, it’s hard for his brain to quiet down as it is and when he’s overwhelmed, it’s game over, and he hates that his anger misplaced toward you.

best friend!chris who hates the guys and girls you date or hookup with, despite them being good natured people, he just cant see why they get all of you, not just the platonic side, when he’s right there.

best friend!chris who can’t deal with his jealousy in a relatively normal way, and decides to make a spectacle of it, blatantly showboating his jealous by picking arguments with the girls or the guys you date, even going as far as to physically fight one guy that you bring as plus one to a party you both attend, shrugging it off when you corner and ask him what the fuck he’s doing.

best friend!chris who stands quietly between your legs as you sit on the counter in his bathroom as you clean his knuckles and his split lip, shame and regret bubbling to the surface as you sigh, unable to fathom why he picked a fight with another guy that showed genuine interest in you for the fifth time that month, feeling hurt that he keeps preventing your potential happiness.

best friend!chris who tears up as you ask him if he thinks you’re undeserving of finding love and happiness, begging to know why he’s seemingly so against you being with anyone, and hearing you plead for an answer with such raw and deeply cutting sadness rips him apart so viciously that he can’t handle it so in attempt to make you see his feelings in the best way he can think of, he just grabs your face as firmly as possible while simultaneously holding you so delicately, and shoves his lips against yours, effectively silencing your pleas that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

best friend!chris who tries to leave the second you sit there, stunned and silent as you process what happened, but you’re quick to grab his wrist, turning him back toward you as your free hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him into angry and searing kiss while his hands wrap around your hips, pawing at the skin beneath your shirt in a futile effort to ground himself, to make himself believe that everything he’s wanted is actually happening.

best friend!chris who drags you to secluded alleyways and darkened corners every time you go out with friends because the urge to kiss you is bigger than his voice reason telling him to wait until you’re alone. he’s not intentionally hiding the new aspect of your relationship, he just wants it to stay innocent and pure, untainted by opinions of those who know.

best friend!chris who has half a brain when he’s not around you, which isn’t very common. but if you’re not nearby, he’s constantly thinking about you, wondering what you’re doing, what song is inevitably stuck in your head, if you’re thinking about him too, if you need him as bad as he always needs you.

best friend!chris who turns into a puddle of mush the first time you kiss him in front of your friends, not giving a fuck who sees because you just wanted to kiss him, and who stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you pull away before attacking your face with a million little kisses because he’s excited that he doesn’t have to kiss you in secret anymore.

best friend!chris who doesn’t let your dynamic change drastically after realizing each other’s feelings, he doesn’t want to lose the elements that made your relationship in the first place, he still sees you as his best friend [ in a sense ] but he just gets to kiss you whenever he wants. you come first to him in every sense and aspect, you’re his main girl and that’ll never change, even when your relationship begins to.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Ok so I know you said you have been unmotivated with smut lately, but you don't have to write this if you don't want to. But basically it's Scott summers x male reader where they are best friends, maybe they have some secret feelings that they have never confessed too. So male reader decided so bite the bullet and confess with out confessing, and is like " you know a few bounces on it never hurt a friendship", ( lol like the meme) and smut ensues.

Scott Summers x Mutant male reader

Headcanons

Readers got electrokinetic and magnetic powers, because I couldn’t think of anything original, and ice powers are already yoinked up by Bobby. So, ice cold head is gonna be saved for another day.

I feel like my Scott obsession shines through in this… enjoy some longer work

Feedback wasn’t the most original or coolest sounding name, but hey, it had been Scott’s idea, and you had a soft spot for him from the very beginning. So, Feedback it was. Seeing how Scott puffs up a little when you explain he came up with the name almost makes up for Logan picking on you for it.

Being great friends with Scott, makes most people assume you are a hardass like him. And yeah, you have your moments. You see how much Scott stressed about keeping everyone safe, as well as dealing with the US government and the likes, so yes, you take it seriously.

Your lightning powers lead you to also bond with Ororo, though you are not completely at her level. You cant control the weather, but you sure as hell can use electricity and lightning, and you’ve learned how useful it can be.

It took a lot of training, but who else can paralyze a person without it being lethal as easily as you can? Or fry most electronics or vehicles, even guns and other weapons? You are at least a little proud of your powers.

And maybe it has to do with the fact that Scott always seemed to preen, at least a little, with pride whenever you show how far you’ve come. You are the exact same with him, and your “broship” is kind of a thing in the X-men

To the point where the entire mansion, or island if its on Krakoa, get tense and start tiptoeing around when you two are fighting or arguing. Seeing you two not talking and avoiding each other is as uncomfortable as seeing Deadpool around, except its worse.

It always leads to some of the others, typically the younger mutants, trying to set up some kind of heist you get you two to get along again. Most of the times it fails, but the failure is what brings you together again, in a sense.

You also typically give Scott small zaps with your powers, to get his mind off whatever he’s too focused on. or the times where he lets you run light electricity through his muscles when they bunch up. Him groaning and huffing in relief is only an extra on top of the cake, since you already get to fondle his back.

Your feelings for Scott aren’t as much of a secret as you wish they were. Charles knew almost the very moment he met you. Apparently, you used to project your thoughts quite a lot, and he was growing tired of seeing your fantasies.

After that you got better at hiding. You especially worked hard to suppress and hide it when Scott got together with Jean. Yeah, it hurt your heart, but you never really thought you two would be more than bros.

But to show Jean some respect, you get less touchy and grabby with Scott. In the past you might have smacked his ass after training, or groped his pecs and arms, making some excuse about his gains. But with Scott in a relationship, it didn’t feel right.

Scott did the same thing with you, but… it was only because you did it first, right? So, its not like hed notice. Obviously, he does, Scott being so vigilant about the people around him means it takes him less than a month to be completely sure you’re avoiding him.

That doesn’t mean he says anything. Instead, he just kinda lets it stew. The relationship between you grows… tense in a way. Its not like you two are arguing, but you are trying to pull away enough to wash away whatever feelings you have, and Scott is sure you hate him for some reason, and he doesn’t know why.

In the end its actually Jean that confronts you about it, much to your embarrassment. She’s surprisingly kind about it, or you guessed it wasn’t surprising. Jeans an amazing woman, which was why it was no shock she swooped in and caught Scott’s heart.

Jean knows all about your feelings, but also Scotts. Scott loves her, very much so. But he loves you just as much, he just hasn’t realized it yet. Scott easily just pushes those feelings aside as platonic, or some deep loyalty to his best friend.

So, what if he sometimes has dreams about you holding him down and fucking him so hard he needs his visor, since his shades would be sent flying. Or his regular dream of you using small sparks of electricity to play with him.

But somehow Jean saves the situation. Being able to read minds is great, since it makes her feel safe and secure in her relationship, enough to know that you are both good men, and that you’d never act on your feelings with her in the picture.

This is how it continues for a while. Scotts with Jean, and you have some flings of your own. Over the years you kind of have a thing with Logan, then Warren, and a kind of “ill scratch your itch if you scratch mine” with Remy when he and Anne Marie have their moments.

And yeah, maybe there’s a couple of others on that list that you don’t speak too much about it. Its not your fault Deadpool can be weirdly charming and handsome sometimes. And that one time with Magneto is not something you’ll ever mention, to anybody. You get a feeling Charles knows about it though. You have a feeling Magneto told him.

All in all, you never end up with a long lasting “official” relationship. Its kind of hard to give your heart to someone else when Scott still has his name printed across it in big letters. You’re not like Scott, whose heart is big enough to fit multiple people

What you have with other people is always just casual and never means anything. Well, you do get closer to Logan. Its… a weird situation. He still has a thing for Jean, and you have a thing for Scott, and you help each other out when times get tough.

You thought Scott was gonna kill you when he caught you chewing on a cigar. It’s not like you were gonna smoke it, but seeing him huffing and puffing about you chewing on one of Logans cigars made your pants a bit too tight for comfort.

It really doesn’t help that Scott bulks up over the years. Logan may still call him slim, but there’s nothing slim about him. So, there might be more grope to the smacks you give his ass sometimes, how can you not, it’s so… grabble.

And you are always too distracted by his just… soft and big he is back there, hes even got butt dimples man. It means you never notice how Scott might just arch his hips back a little, or the way his thighs twitch when the excess electricity runs from your fingers into his skin.

Sure, him for thinking about those fingers inside him, its normal. He thinks. Its not his fault you have really nice hands, and the way electricity crinkles around your fingers is way too hot sometimes.

You once licked the electricity off your fingers, the sparks jumping from your fingers to your tongue. Scott knows its just for fun, or be a dick, but god does his front and back twitch think about it.

How you confess can happy in many ways. But the main factor is that Scott and Jean are no more. Maybe shes died, like she does in some comics. Or maybe they just broke up since they grew apart.

But one way or another you just confess. Maybe its after one of your rolls in the hay with Logan, and Scott finally doesn’t have Jean to redirect his attention too and his jealousy boils over. It leads to an argument, with you just spilling that you slept about because you couldn’t have him.

It hurts, after the confession leaves you. You’ve kept it tight inside you for years at this point, and seeing Scott just freeze up makes you feel even worse. You just get your keys into your hands with a flick of magnetic energy, before Scotts upon you.

The floors really uncomfortable, and the air is knocked out of your chest, especially as he places his bulk on top of you, Scotts hands on either side of your head.

Even with the visor giving off its usual red glow, Scott couldn’t get more handsome. The quiver in his lip and how he keeps nipping at its insides. “Scott…” you breath out, hands twitching at your sides, wanting nothing more than to settle on his nice, plush with muscle, hips.

Kissing Scott was everything you had ever imagined, and more. He tasted like the coffee hed been drinking, the brand you always hated but still bought because it was Scott’s favorite. The one he would always brew too strong, and never add any sugar or creamer too.

And yet, as his tongue rolled against your own, you couldn’t think of anything more delicious. It felt more like you two were trying to eat each other, to see who could devour the other one first after being starved for so long.

Any other time you might have been embarrassed about how wet and slick your kissing was, and just how loud it was. It seemed to ring through the empty room, Scotts hands already pulling at your shirt as you allow yourself to truly grope and feel that plump ass of his.

Youd touched Scott many times before. Hell, you’d even touched him naked here and there. But those times had been for medical reasons, or that one time to keep hypothermia at bay. This felt so much more intimate, so much… more.

The lamps in the room flickered as Scott pushed himself up to get fully undressed, your irises lighting up as you finally got to just stare. He was so hard, and with him standing above you he felt like a god, in his own way. You must have said this out loud, since Scott blushed and dragged you up.

It felt like being a virgin again, tumbling into bed and kicking off what clothes you had left on, hands groping and exploring. When it came to men, you had a lot more experience. You honestly only had experience with men.

That didn’t mean you almost didn’t bust on the spot when Scott sat himself down in your lap again, nothing between him and your cock. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel how his ass just draped around you, the smirk on Scotts lips so cocky you almost wanted to smack him.

With that thought, your body seemed to respond. Youd never really shot electricity from your crotch before, but the loud high-pitched yelp from Scott told you just that had happened.

You immediately wanted to apologize, fearing you had ruined the mood. A violent shudder ran through Scotts body, a deeper more guttural groan leaving his body as he rocked against you, precum spilling from him like a faucet. That had felt better than hed ever imagined.

The world felt like it was shrinking more and more until all you could think of was Scott Summers, and how felt against you. How he felt around your fingers as you stretch him open, and the loud wails of want he lets out, when you let the smallest flickers of electricity zap from your fingers to his prostate.

Youd always had a code of sorts, that your partner at least had to finish once, preferably twice, before you would enter them, or let them enter you. And with Scott it was so easy to wring them out of him. You almost wanted to just keep milking him for all he was worth.

Recognizing the look in your eyes, at least somewhat, had Scott tapping his foot against your tip, which was enough to remind you of how hard you really were, and how sensitive.

It gave Scott enough time to flip you onto your back, and with a recklessness you wouldn’t see from him every day, he just sank down on you.

All that working out made it easy for Scott to ride you, his thighs and hips working in harmony, his fingers digging into your pecs as you both groan and huff, letting out noises neither of you had ever let out before.

Kissing Scott as he rode you was a pretty name for it. in reality it was more just your open mouths pressed together as you both panted and drooled, tongues just rubbing together every now and then.

Having edged yourself until now meant you didn’t last long. As Scott shoved you over the edge your vision went white, and you had a feeling the popping noises you heard were the lightbulbs around the room.

It felt like Scott was draining your very soul of your body through your dick, his behind was diabolical. Part of you wanted to joke about him doing some other kind of training without telling you, but your teeth still felt like they were made of static, so all you could do was groan and gasp.

The high-pitched noises from Scotts mouth still registered to your fuzzy hearing, and the splatters of white against your torso made something inside you settle, knowing he had finished too.

The air was knocked out of your chest again as Scott slumped against you like a puppet getting its strings cut. The only noise in the room was the sound of your shared panting and wheezing, as well as the faint buzz of the ruined lightbulbs.

“you’re paying for that…” Scott finally mumbles breathlessly against the side of your neck. A snort leaves you, head still feeling like a thunderstorm and tv-static as you work your arms shakily around him. “Fine… but I’m picking the brand” you reply, voice slurred and tongue floppy in ways you hadn’t experienced in years.

Scott clearly wanted to laugh at your state, but he wasn’t much better himself. He couldn’t feel his legs, and it wasn’t completely because of the zap of electricity you’d sent through his entire body, as much as it was just how good it had felt.

You both needed to cool down, and maybe a nap. And then a good, long, cold shower. Scott lazily mentally noted down that he needed new sheets and lightbulbs, but not much else happened. For once his head felt blissfully silent, in the way only you could make it.

[gamblersdoll]

Genya being so horny and waking you up in the middle of the night because he needs you so bad 🙏🙏 (I really love your works btw)

nsfw, bump and grind, genya creams himself

an: thank you babydoll, i love when you all vocalize your feelings about my works.

if it were a problem genya had, was his wet dreams.

ever since he started puberty, he’s had trouble with his wet dreams taking over, having him feel so sticky and stuffy when he woke up from his sleep, and he didnt have much help with handling it.

yet, you told him to embrace it, itll all wash over soon. but tonight, it was different. you smelled different, he could smell your cunt while he slept next to you. he always had that same dream of you, he coming home and seeing you just laying there, begging to be taken and you wearing a shirt of his.

it was just a fucking shirt, and you made it seem like you needed him to fuck you in it, to grip your arms like they were handlebars.

and it would always end there, him waking up, throbbing and sticky tipped. it wasnt fair, he needed to know how the dream ended and he would wake up and have to force himself to not dry hump you.

but this time? way different. you smelled different, he could smell your cunny and worst of all, you wore a shirt of his. his eyes dilate, feeling himself on the brink of just saying ‘fuck it’ and get you knocked up.

he snakes his arms around you, his groin pressing up against your ass and he softly thrusts into you. it wasnt like he was inside, right? no, youd be so mad at him.

“what are you doing, gen?” you ask, peering back. his mannerisms stop, he tries to control his heartbeat and his breathing, but he cant. shit, he was such a gross perv, how could he?

“i- uhum, im sorry!” he freaks, scooting back and taking deep breaths. “i.. had that dream again, and it was wrong for me to do tha—“

you cut him off, shaking your head and chuckling. “i told you to embrace it, babyboy.” you say, scooting close back to him. “and i was just uncomfortably laying here. you can try again.” you smile, thats what also gets him, your smile. he wishes he could see it all the time, since he goes out alot to work and keep you safe.

he nods, getting behind you again and holding you to him, bumping his clothed cock against your pantied ass. he moans a bit, grinding himself into your cheek and a whine erupts.

you start as well, feeling his cock somewhat press and graze your puckered hole and ass, a little bit of your pussy. you press your ass back against him, grinding your own self into him and the cycle continues. he dug his face into the crook of your neck, groping your breasts and open mouth kissing your shoulder.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he whined, his hips stutter against you. “im gun—naa cum.” he grits, his hands traveling down to your hips and bumping his hips faster into your ass. he didnt forget how much this made you aroused, so he shoved his hand into your panties and rubbed small circles into your clit.

this was all it took for you both to cream yourselves, but his was more expected. his teeth only nibble into your shoulder, licking at the wound and shuddering in excitement.

[joshfutturman]

"good boy" 18+

oneshot (request) - inexperienced virgin failure josh futturman asks the reader over for some 'video games' (4.4k words) pairing - josh futturman (future man) + reader (no gendered pronouns, reader is afab) tags: utter filth lol, porn with tiny plot, dom/sub, dom!reader, sub!josh, LOTS of good boy mentions, oral both receiving, penetration, kissing, no use of y/n, missionary, slight dumbification ig, lots of wet mentions lmao, orgasm control, probs more i cant remember rn

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the janitor from work was cute in a nerdy, adorable yet super naive way. in passing he'd attempt to flirt with you at your reception desk, attempt being the keyword here. but you'd flirt back, stronger and harder - which most of the time simply flew over his dense little head.

"i'd love to see it sometime," you say enthusiastically, referring to his video game collection he'd rambled about for 10 minutes straight. again.

his face lights up and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips, "yeah? really? you should totally come over - i've been dying to play this new one i picked up on co-op. - i mean," he falters, "if you want to. . ."

oh my god. was he asking you over? finally? josh futturman asked you over to play video games in his bedroom. alone. score.

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notes: this was requested by @fatinhadesiners06 hehe, i hope you like it! tried to make josh as much of a virgin failure as i could but turns out that he's pretty good at eating pussy ig ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) officially the first smut ive written and finished

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the janitor from work was cute in a nerdy, adorable yet super naive way. in passing he'd attempt to flirt with you at your reception desk, attempt being the keyword here. but you'd flirt back, stronger and harder - which most of the time simply flew over his dense little head.

"i'd love to see it sometime," you say enthusiastically, referring to his video game collection he'd rambled about for 10 minutes straight. again.

his face lights up and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips, "yeah? really? you should totally come over - i've been dying to play this new one i picked up on co-op. - i mean," he falters, "if you want to. . ."

oh my god. was he asking you over? finally? josh futturman asked you over to play video games in his bedroom. alone. score.

. . .

however, that's exactly what you do. you play video games together. on his cramped single bed.

it's not like you don't enjoy it, it's actually pretty sweet. he allows you to choose your character first, he guides you through the levels he knows off by heart, and he even offers you his favourite controller.

but you can't help but note the uncomfortable silence that lingers every so often. you notice him glancing at you in between games. you wonder what he's thinking about, is he thinking about how his hand would feel inside your underwear? how his fingers would get slick and glide over your folds and slip beneath the surface and - ...

well, you certainly know what you're thinking of.

high scores flash on the screen at the end of the level, yours and his. yours is a few hundred points higher to josh' surprise. this earns a loud laugh from you and a laugh from him, tossing his controller down in defeat.

"beat you at your own game." you tut and turn to him with a smirk.

josh grins and looks down at his lap with a shrug, "what can i say? you're pretty good at this."

scooting a little closer, you tilt your head, trying to catch his gaze again. "do you think so? or. . . do you just like it when i come out on top?" a hum sings from your lips.

his eyes widen and he looks at you with an arched eyebrow, finally catching on to at least one of your dirty jokes, or at least partially. it was about time. "it was only a two-hundred point difference." he says, glancing at your lips with an unsure smirk, "i'll dominate next time, for sure."

"who are you kidding, futturman." you whisper, leaning in towards his lips. "i was always going to be the one to dominate you."

you're both inches apart. you can hear how his breath hitches in his throat slightly with each inhale. shaking, his hand raises in an attempt to cup your cheek. but you reach up to grab it, lacing your fingers in his as your lips connect.

immediately, futturman melts into you. you swear you hear a whimper escape his lips as your tongue glides along his bottom lip, seeking entrance. he allows you in, squeezing your hand. he's sloppy, but you don't mind, you like it, actually. it's hot that he's so lost in it that he can't even control his tongue.

his other hand grips the bedsheets, knuckles turning white. he's trying to ignore how his cock is already twitching in his boxers, wondering if you're already wet. josh sighs your name into your lips and you take this as a sign.

your hand finds his crotch as your kiss intensifies and you begin to palm his hardened dick through his jeans, grinning. his mind goes blank and all he can focus on is the fact that your hand is on him, it's actually on him. this isn't just in his head. you're touching him and - fuck, it feels so good.

"you like that baby?" you ask him, his kissing growing sloppier and slower as his breath picks up. you're hardly touching him and he's already squirming under you. hot.

josh hums in response and you find his hand, bringing it to your skirt, slowly sliding it under to meet your growing heat. his fingers feel wetness through the material of your underwear and he swallows hard. gingerly, his fingers dance across your panties.

a giggle slips from your lips as you pull back slightly, ". . . is this your first time?" you ask with a smile.

he's taken aback by this question, suddenly embarrassed as his cheeks begin to flush. "i . . ."

"it's okay, i'll take care of you," you reassure him, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips, "don't worry."

it's time for you to take the lead and you remove your hand from his crotch, this earns a soft whine from him that causes you to bite your lip. placing a hand on his chest, you push him back slowly until he's flat on his back. carefully, you straddle him, sitting just below his waist.

your fingers find the button on his jeans and unbutton it at an excruciatingly slow pace. josh looks up at you with pleading eyes, panting softly as his tummy rises and falls with each breath. "are you. . ."

"i want to taste you." you admit, licking your lips as you unzip him, pulling his jeans down to reveal his boxers.

"f. . . fuck. . ." he whimpers, leaning up on his elbows to watch you.

the outline of his cock is clearly visible through his blue boxers, he's so hard already, it's adorable. josh' heart pounds as he eyes you, his dick springs free and he gasps at the cold air around it. he holds himself back from begging you to touch it in some way. you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little surprised by the girth, it makes your mouth water.

your warm hand wraps around him and his eyes glaze over, head tilting back. he swears he could cum right there just from your touch and if he looks at you again, he just might.

"look at me, baby." you whisper, beginning to pump him slowly. "i wanna see your face while i touch you."

josh pulls his head up, brows furrowing as he tries to slow his breathing. the strokes are slow and deliberate, he moans under his breath. watching him slowly come undone underneath you, you can't help but feel the pulsing of your wet cunt intensify.

lowering your head, his eyes begin to widen and before he can figure out something hot to say, your lips are on his cock. tongue swirling on the tip, he swears he's seeing stars. his trembling hand desperately reaches up to find the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your locks.

"holy fuck, that. . . that feels so good." he mumbles with a gasp as you begin to take his length into your mouth. a high-pitched whimper escapes him as he bucks slightly. you keep your eyes on him the full time, taking in as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat.

picking up pace now, you start bobbing on him, lapping your tongue all the while. josh is curling his toes, gripping your hair and whispering your name into his bedroom like he's trying his best to tell a secret. he wonders how he got so lucky, the way he'd fantasised about this constantly and for it to actually be happening? it was his lucky day.

he'd imagined you both at the lab, in the back room, he's bent you over and you're dripping wet. he slides in with ease and you call his name a little too loudly. or, behind reception, he would crawl beneath your desk and you'd spread your legs and he'd dive in like a man starved. or sometimes, you were in this very bed, your juices coating his sheets.

you swirl your tongue on the tip once more, causing him to let out a loud, pleading moan before pulling away with an obscene pop. this allows him to catch his breath slightly, but man - he was so close. it takes everything within him not to beg you to put those pretty lips of your back around his aching cock.

glancing over your shoulder, your eyes find his gaming chair and you grin. you wonder how many times he's jerked off in that overused thing, thinking of you. pumping his cock, wishing it was coated with your wetness instead of some cheap lube. calling your name into the palm of his hand as ropes of hot cum land on his soft tummy.

it drives you crazy just thinking about it.

and you need him, more of him.

you shuffle off the bed and walk towards the chair before sitting in it, facing him on the bed. legs spreading, you relax them over his armrests, exposing your underwear beneath your skirt. josh watches on, mouth agape, blinking.

"c'mon baby, don't you wanna taste me too?" you ask and his eyes sparkle. you've never seen him move so fast - he scrambles from the bed, boxers and jeans around his ankles. kneeling like he's about to pray for you, (and maybe he should, with the sinful images plaguing both of your thoughts), he looks up at you with that same puppy dog look.

"please," you whisper, exhaling, "i need you, josh."

he bites his lip at those words and has to actively try and suppress a moan. hearing you plead like that. . . fuck, you were so hot.

slowly easing closer, josh hooks two fingers into your underwear and pushes it to the side. your cheeks flush as your wetness is exposed to him, but you can see by the look on his face that he's elated. 

"your pussy is so fucking pretty. . ." he exhales, gradually getting closer before his tongue begins desperately lapping at your dripping cunt. a squeal escapes you as you arch your back, finally getting the relief you need. his licking is messy, it's wet, he's drooling and mixing his saliva with your juices but it's so filthy it's hot.

your gaze finds his and watch as his nose glides up your folds. his name falls from your lips repeatedly as you reach for his head, getting a firm grip on those messy curls. you guide him higher with your grasp and his tongue finds your clit finally. it's so sensitive, you'd been edging for days leading up to this.

"s. . . slow." you purr, "i'm. . . i'm gonna- fuck, i'm gonna cum if you keep going so fast."

he abides, slowing his tongue on that spot you enjoy so much. his hand presses into your thigh, pushing your leg out further to get in closer. wetness drips down his chin as he laps long licks, stopping briefly and hesitantly only to begin sucking your clit gently. he looks up at you for your approval.

a gasp and your head is thrown back, fingers in his hair tightening. there's pleasure building in your core, little sparks working inside your belly as josh obediently eats you out.

"good boy," you manage to say through breathy moans, "good boy. . . you're doing so good for- for your first time. . ."

and it was true - though he was sloppy, clumsy and got a little lost in the moment, that only served to turn you on more. his inexperienced moves were endearing, they were hot, and it felt kinda good that you were the one to finally experience this with him.

small moans sing from his mouth at the pet name 'good boy' - and you make a mental note to call him that more often. this urges him on. he moves his hand to your pussy, massaging with two fingers around your tight hole, fluttering at the sudden contact. it takes him a few circles to find it properly before sliding one inside.

the chair almost tips back as you feel him slide in, his tongue back to flicking over that sensitive spot while his digit pumps into you. your hand grips the back of the fake leather chair, digging your nails in. it's not long before he inserts a second one, and though his rhythm is off with his poor coordination, it's such a relief to be filled, even if only a little.

hand combing through his hair, you look down at him, encouraging him with every moan. wet sounds fill the small bedroom now, between his tongue on your clit and his fingers exploring your slick hole. his dick is aching to be touched, desperate for any sort of friction as it spasms occasionally under the chair - but he'd stay here forever, eating you like this, if it meant he could hear those sounds sing from your lips.

"you sound so fucking hot. . ." he mumbles, the low vibrations of his voice against your pussy, sucking harder to increase your pitch and it works. you're almost there and you'll cum all over his sweet little face soon if you're not careful. who knew that josh futturman could be so good at eating pussy?

"-n. . . need you to fuck me," you blurt out, completely breathless. josh pulls back a little to look up at you fully with wide eyes, excitement piquing. the dim light from the television dances across him and you notice the lower half of his face is completely coated in your juices.

you continue, "you need to fuck me too, i bet. you're aching, aren't you? i bet you've been thinking about this for years." - and he had, fuck, he had. he'd lost count of the number of times he'd imagined you both here, a writhing, moaning, wet mess against each other.

"please, please let me fuck you." josh begged, fitting that he was on his knees. he looked good down there, you thought, pleading with his hands grasped together and that pathetic, lovable, pussy drunk expression of his as your wetness drips from his chin.

staying there for a few moments to admire him in this position, and to hear him beg just a little longer - you finally stand and step over him deliberately to watch him underneath you for just a little longer. wriggling out of your soaked panties, you throw them towards him and collapse back onto the single bed whilst removing your skirt. surprisingly, he catches your underwear and relishes how wet they feel in his palm.

you spread your legs once more for him and he watches in awe like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. wiping his chin a little, he scampers to you like a lost puppy, crawling up onto the bed and kicking his jeans and boxers off in the process.

he slots between your thighs and you see how his jaw goes slack when his dick brushes against your dripping cunt. you grab his chin, still a little wet, and pull him in for a deep kiss. when his tongue enters your mouth, you can taste yourself and it makes you smile. letting go of his chin, your hands roam to his hoodie, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. the only barrier between you both now was your damn shirts.

pushing him back, you begin to slowly pull your shirt up revealing your bra. josh bites his lower lip, swallowing hard as his eyes roam across your chest. his hands inch closer and you slap them away. "your shirt first." you tease.

he holds back a whine and removes his shirt, throwing it far across the room in frustration. "now, can i?" he hums, glancing at your chest and then back to you.

you wait a few moments, then a few more. and then nod.

your shirt isn't even fully off when his hands are desperately roaming your chest, squeezing both breasts as you gasp. his eyes glaze over as he continues to squeeze and you feel his dick twitch once more against your pussy. you begin to grind against him, his saliva and your wetness mixing against his cock.

holding back some moans, josh slips his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. it takes him a little longer than he'd have liked, and you arch your back a little to help him - but he finally removes it to reveal your chest.

between your perfect fucking body below him and the way you were slowly working his desperate cock along your pussy lips - he was in heaven. immediately he's sucking on a nipple, flicking his tongue over it with soft, breathy moans. you moan in return and cup the back of his head, petting him softly - "good boy," you whisper, "good, good boy. . ."

fuck, he loved it when you called him that. it lit a fire in his belly like he'd chase you to the ends of the earth just to hear you call him a good boy one more time.

he moves to your other nipple now, giving them both equal attention and you squirm a little, gripping his hair. the cold air drifts across your erect, soaked nipple he'd left behind but the coldness is quickly replaced by his fingers, rubbing.

"your tits are fuckin' perfect-" he mumbles with his nipple still in your mouth, pulling himself away finally as he begins to move in rhythm with you.

"josh." you say, commanding his attention with a sultry tone.

he snaps out of his dizzy state and looks at you.

"fuck me," you demand, reaching down to push his cock harder against your drenched cunt, "i need you inside of me. can you do that? can you be my good boy and fuck me?"

jesus fucking christ. josh wasn't sure he'd ever been this hard in his life.

josh nods with a whimper, it's so cute. he's so desperate. just as he begins to move into position, you reach up to grab his chin.

"use your words." you instruct him.

those hazel eyes widen, taking a breath to compose himself before nodding, "i'll fuck you. i'll be your good boy and fuck you." his voice wavers. he wants to be so good for you. he wants to be your good boy so badly, "please? please." josh pleads whinily.

"good boy." you grin and let go of his chin, trailing your hands down his chest and his soft tummy, taking great pleasure in grazing your fingers past his fuzzy snail trail.

lining himself up with your entrance, he makes a few sweeps with his cock, lubing it up and enjoying the feeling of your hole sucking his length in. his eyes glance to you for permission one final time and this makes your stomach flip, he's too fucking cute.

you signal, giving him permission with a nod and he slowly pushes inside of you.

he's slow, purposefully, so that one thrust doesn't cause him to immediately explode inside of you - cause the way you'd worked him up, it wouldn't be long before his cum was stuffed deep in there. your walls wrap around him so perfectly, his words get caught in his throat and all he can do is whine. but it feels so fucking good to finally have him inside of you. his thick fingers pumping into you were fine, sure, but his cock is what you craved all along.

your stomach tenses as he fills you completely, eyes locked on his to see him fully experience this for the first time.

"does that feel good, baby?" you ask him, trailing your hand across his lower stomach.

"s. . .so fuckin' tight- ah-" still, he can hardly speak, bottomed out inside of you with his cock pulsing, "so wet, so so fucking wet."

"just for you." you coo, beginning to roll your hips slightly to help him along. this earns a loud gasp from him, positioning his hands on your hips to get a proper grip on you. slowly, you both find a rhythm and he's thrusting inside of you at a slow pace.

each thrust has you moaning as you roll your hips to meet him, his strong grip on your hips only intensifying the feeling as he gets lost in the sensation. already, you can tell he's close - having almost finished him off earlier definitely adding to his desperation.

"faster," you tell him, gripping his stupid blue patterned sheets and holding one of his wrists in your other hand.

a whimper - no two - no three, falls from his lips as he picks up pace. josh is slamming into you now, his hands glide up the side of your body to meet your tits again and he leans over, unable to keep himself upright through the thrusts. his lips find yours once more, half to muffle his moans and half to ground himself a little.

over and over, his cock pumps into you speedily, creating loud, wet, slapping noises. you wrap your legs around him to pull him in deeper, closer and arch your back.

"-g...gonna. . . i'm. . ." his words are muffled by your lips and you pull back slightly, your breath mingling together as his eyes struggle to stay open through the pleasure.

"you gonna cum?" you ask with a grin, pulling his chin up for him to look at you.

"ah - yeah. . ." he swallows, and you squeeze around his dick causing him to whine loudly.

the thought of him exploding inside you had you close too. that girthy length was slamming you, over and over, slick from what he had done to you. josh was totally lost in the pleasure, sweat coating his brow as his hips worked hard to chase your climax and his own.

"can i?" josh suddenly asks, gasping for breath.

you deliberately don't answer, but moan louder and squeeze your cunt around him - you feel his rhythm waver in response.

"fuck - baby, please," he cries, locking eyes with you as his brow furrows, "please, i need to cum, please let me cum."

the words falling from his lips were so fucking hot, he was begging you for release. all he wanted to do was unload inside of you and he was pleading and wet and adorable. how could you possibly say no to that face?

"have you been a good boy?" you ask.

"yes!" he almost screams, "yes! i've been such a good boy, please, please. i need it, i need to cum in your tight, fuckin' perfect - ah, ah. . . - pussy, please." the words trip over themselves and he's really sweating now. the way he's pistoning into you, you can feel the desperation in every thrust of his hard cock.

"then cum, my good boy." you finally say, pushing him into you with your legs around his back for a hard deep thrust - and he keeps this up.

his whines heighten in pitch, going higher and higher as he gets a little rough. with each thrust, you're thrown back a little on the bed and it earns large explosive moans from you each time. his hands are back on your hips and he digs his fingers in, leaving harsh red marks.

you don't care though, watching him lose control is the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen. a desperate, whining, whimpering, cumming mess.

josh tries to announce it, let you know he's really about to cum, but all that comes out are breathy moans as his rhythm falters and his eyes start to roll back. you can feel it too, the way his cock is twitching and pulsing harder inside you. it brings your own climax closer, the inevitability of your pussy walls being painted white with all of his cum. . .

and though you try to hold off, you cum. lights flash behind your eyes as you reach out for him, pulling him by the back of the neck down to you. pressing your forehead to his, your hole flutters around him, squeezing and clamping down as your orgasm milks him - causing him to cum. ropes of hot, white cum fill you over and over, his mouth stuck half open.

you continue to grind through the orgasm, albeit with a faltering rhythm due to your climax, as he's mostly still beside the way his dick is jerking as it empties inside of you. his cum begins to leak out of you slowly with each grind you make against him and it causes you to gasp at the sensation. your moans fill his mouth, looking into his eyes as he struggles to make eye contact through the blinding pleasure. praises sing from your lips for him, coaxing him through it as you feel his movements slow to a halt.

he pulls out reluctantly and slumps against you with heaving breaths, his head falling on your chest with his cheek flush against your skin. his body is hot, and sticky. you begin to pet his head gently, your other hand tracing your fingers across his arm around you.

"that. . ." he pipes up, "- was amazing," josh tilts his head to look up at you with a dumb smile on his face.

"yeah?" you answer, smirking, "it was pretty fucking amazing, wasn't it?"

and you admire him like this, the way he's looking up at you with that familiar smile, practically with hearts in his eyes as your fingers pet through his hair. his eyes are sleepy, half-lidded - and the rest is deserved too, after what a good, hard-working boy he's been.

"you were so good for me." you lean down to kiss his forehead, peppering soft kisses all across it.

he giggles and snuggles against you closer, "stop - you'll get me goin' again." if his cheeks weren't already flushed from exertion, they'd be red once more.

"right, i'll save the praise for next time - since i know you love it so much." a grin tugs on your lips.

and he likes the sound of that.

his head suddenly springs up, his smile growing wider with his mouth half open, joy filling his face. ". . .next time?"

[cum-a-calla]

i have this long-running fantasy about roman needing a handler because he cant be trusted not to run his mouth in public and rather than saying you're his assistant, which is what you agreed upon when you took the job, he introduces you as his girlfriend (because he knows what an uncomfortable position it puts you in and he fucking loathes what you represent) and weaponizes it as an excuse to publicly sexually harass you at every given opportunity trying to break your spirit but it actually just makes everyone involved furiously horny :3 :3 :3

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I can grab her however I want. Right, sweetheart?”

It’s the hardest thing you’ve had to do so far in your newly acquired position. Officially, off the books, your single priority and purpose is to watch Roman. To be his glorified babysitter, so to speak. Everything was set in place, everything went so well and so easily for weeks. Weeks. It was easy to play the role of assistant - take notes, suffer his constant moaning and groaning and bitching, his lewd jokes and incessant flirting. It’s not hard to ignore his advances and take them for what they are, Roman acting out and being an asshole. The constant forced bravado. His smirking, his wandering eye, constantly sliding over your body like oil, like hands.

But this - this you can’t ignore. You look into the surprised faces of Kendall and Shiv, their eyes bouncing between you and Roman to discern what the fuck is going on.

“Girlfriend?” Shiv scoffs. “Isn’t she your assistant? Can you - can you even legally date your assistant, Rome?”

Kendall charges into the conversation, ready to control it. “Wait, wait… is this for real?” He eyes you specifically, but the only thing you feel is internal panic. “Are you fucking with us?”

“Nah, nope. Real deal. She’s not even my assistant, I just like to keep sexy secrets around.” Roman wraps an arm around your waist and yanks you closer, watching you with his glittering, dark eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

The flush creeping up your neck paints you the most embarrassing shade of red. Roman’s smirk tells you that he could eat you alive, that he’s enjoying every awkward second of this forced exchange. And - oh fuck. Fuck. He knows.

He’s not supposed to know - nobody is. Employed specifically by the hand of God himself (which is to say, Logan and Gerri), your only job aside from watching Roman is to keep the secret. To act as his assistant, but not to let on. It’s hard enough not to move under the penetrating gaze of his siblings, too smart for their own good. It’s been even more difficult to pull the wool over Roman’s eyes. For being such a snotty little nepo-baby brat, he’s actually insanely clever. He has the eyes of a hawk, ears always open. He sees. He notices, he takes mental notes. He can put things together quickly.

You laugh nervously and try to relax into his grip. “Um - well… I didn’t think we’d be… going… public anytime soon, Roman. So, thanks for the… heads-up.”

Roman beams at you, triumphant. He stares at his siblings, skates his hand down to grope your ass, giggling when you jump.

“Wow. Wow, Rome,” Shiv says, shaking her head. She looks at you apologetically, though she snorts laughter into her glass. “I feel sorry for you. What a choice.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Yeah, it sure is."

Roman parades you around the rest of the night, ignoring your attempts to corner him and demand an explanation. He keeps the drinks coming, drinking more than usual for himself. Something simmer underneath his enthusiasm - of course, he's finding plenty of enjoyment toying with you. He takes any and every opportunity to swirl you around the room and eye-fuck you, his lips wet from the alcohol, cheeks red.

At one point, he corners you into another room. A den, a library, something, the lights shut off - a room in somebody’s rich house full of somebody’s rich things. Roman’s glazed eyes shine in the dark as he advances on you, stepping calmly forward until your ass hits the edge of a table. He leans forward, barely blinking as he rests his palms on the surface of the table. His breath smells like whiskey, but there are other smells - his sweat gliding on his aftershave, whatever he styles his hair with. A whiff of cologne. He waits a beat, riding on that delicious, nervous silence as you do your best to return his intensive gaze. He’s so close. You have never been this close to him, ever - maybe imagined it, idly, thinking about how despite all of his infuriating habits and his general attitude and how much of a fucking brat he is for a 40-something-year old man, he’s… charming. Handsome as a demon, with a tongue to match. What that tongue might do instead of attacking people. What his slim fingers might do.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he says playfully, and he isn’t playing at all. “Liar, liar.”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly. No use in denying it now. There’s an immediate satisfaction in his smirk, but it melts off, the curve of his smile sliding back down into a near scowl.

“I don’t need you. I don’t need - whatever this is. It’s fucking bullshit.”

“I don’t work for you.” Your voice so soft, so measured. It takes real effort as the alcohol clouds you, as his gaze sets you on fire, and how could it not? “I - I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job.” Roman takes this in, rolls it around on his tongue, in his mind. He tilts his head and looks away only for a moment before he’s burning into your eyes again, so bright and angry. “Right.”

“Right.”

Roman keeps his eyes trained on yours and it becomes sort of an unspoken contest. It’s easy to do, melting into his own eyes like a snapping, green fire, ringed in gold. You hadn’t really noticed before just how beautiful they are. This is your focus as the first tickling of his fingers surprise you - his hand, sneaking up your skirt. They line the inside of your thighs like silk, curious, testing. Taking barely seconds until they’re brushing against your flesh - his eyes widen and his lips part, jaw hitting the proverbial floor.

“Nothing, huh?” He laughs in a harsh, quick breath, anger sliding into something easier - the knowing, the bedroom-eyed stare. The smirk comes back, but it’s fluid this time in a way that’s hard to describe. Softer. More satisfied. “Nothing underneath your skirt. Do you always do that?”

“Not… not always,” you whisper. The hard swallow makes an audible sort of click in your throat and he laughs, a genuine laugh like bells. It makes you warm in all that dark, cloaked in it all like some kind of syrupy drug coursing through your veins. You find yourself leaning into his lazy caressing, yet to actually part the seam of your cunt. Petting, stroking, but never pushing inside.

“Mmm. But just for me, yeah?” He leans in closer, eyes darting toward your lips as he leans in. You can practically taste him. He barely moves, barely breathes, brushing his lips so close to yours you swear you can feel it, but you do nothing in return. Nothing yet. Your hips buck forward without your permission and he smiles. His fingers come away before they’ve done much of anything, and he watches as he pushes them between your lips. “You know something? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you lied to me, that you want me, and that you like me doing this to you.”

It’s not easy to talk with his knuckles between your teeth, so you don’t, opting instead to suck on them as they slowly come back out. He pushes them between his own lips, like he’s desperate to taste so much as your own mouth. He nods gently. Do it.

“I… was hired by your Dad, and -”

“No. No, try again. Just like I told you.”

His fingers come back. He waits, stroking your inner thigh, so close. So fucking close.

“I… lied to you,” you breathe. He nods encouragingly, knuckles brushing your sex once again. It’s easy to continue, so the words fall out of your mouth: “I… want…”

“C’mon,” he murmurs, and he leans into the curve of your throat, lips brushing it. The tip of his tongue traces a line of fire there, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your pulse and sucking you between his teeth, biting, marking you. His fingertips dip into the cleft of your cunt, teasing. “Keep going.”

“I want… you… to - oh my god…”

Roman pushes his fingers slowly inside of you, beckons them, stroking where he knows you want it. A sounds comes up through Roman’s throat, almost a purr, so delicate and needy that neither of you acknowledge it. It sets you ablaze. It has you clutching at his suit jacket, rocking into his gentle ministrations. He holds back, waiting, wanting you to say it.

“I - I want… I want a f-fucking… promise.”

“Demanding,” he teases into your throat. He kisses his way to the corner of your jaw. “Tell me what you want.”

“I - I want an office. My own. A nice one.”

“An office?” Roman barks a laugh, faltering in his movements just for a second before resuming. “An office, huh. What next? A raise? I thought you didn’t work for me.”

“Yeah, actually,” you agree breathlessly, rocking your hips a little. “I do want a raise. I want a raise, I want my own office, and I want you to keep your mouth shut about knowing - knowing what I do.”

Roman hums, and suddenly he’s pushing another finger inside, twisting them to pump into your harder, a little faster. Being mean about it. Trying to take control of the situation, to punish you, maybe. He drinks in the gasp you make, the way you tense up and go up on your tiptoes to escape such direct pressure. He takes his free hand and grasps your shoulder, pushing you back down so you’re flat on your feet and taking it. His thumb presses into your collarbone, close to your throat. A warning.

“And why in the fucking Christ would I do that?”

“B-because - because you… I-”

Roman grabs your face, digging his fingers into your jaw until it hurts. His fingers fuck into you with a brutal, unrelenting pace, and it’s getting harder to think. It’s hard to stay still, to stay quiet. Anger wars inside of you, but how turned on you are trumps everything else. You wince and whine quietly as he jerks your face around, glaring, and if it weren’t for the way he finger-fucks your wet cunt, you’d be convinced he was enraged. Furious. Absolutely ready to tear you apart. And maybe he is. The thought titillates you further and your eyes roll back as a moan ghosts its way past your lips. He shakes your head and clucks his tongue, admonishing you.

“Stop being such a desperate, stupid fucking slut and think. Use your words. If you can’t string a single coherent thought together, why would I even think of keeping you around at all, much less reward you with a new office? Explain it to me or I’ll stop.”

“No,” you protest, and the sound of desperation in your voice brings shame as heavy and deep as the rumble of laughter coming up from Roman’s belly, up through his chest as it seems to fill the room. The sheer derision in that laugh. It has you shuddering, trying to ride his fingers all the same, trying to look away. But there’s nowhere to escape. Trapped against the desk, forced to stare at him.

“You know, I should fire you. I should let everyone know I’m in on the big, bad secret and get you the fuck out of here.”

“No,” you repeat, swallowing a moan. “No. If you do, I’ll -”

“Yeah? You’ll what?”

“I’ll f-fucking tell your daddy that you forced me to drink a-and, and that you -”

“- that I..?”

“That you raped me, right here, and your whole fucking life will be upended and ruined.”

“Oh,” he coos, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “Oh, well - hey, babe, don’t you know you need my cock for that? There are better ways of asking me to fuck you. If you weren’t such a dumb whore, you’d know that. Is that what you want? Huh?” Roman yanks his fingers out of you and the loss makes you gasp. He struggles with his pants, his belt, and suddenly his cock is out and he’s pushing your thighs apart. There are going to be bruises in the soft, generous flesh of your inner thighs in a couple days, developing bright blue and aching. “But if this is the narrative, we gotta stick to it. Right?”

He shoves inside of you with a violence that surprises you, and it’s hard to tell what’s a game and what isn’t, what he’s really feeling or thinking. All that’s clear is the molten heat between you. He pushes you down on top of the desk, scrambling papers, shoving a stack of books off of it. He presses a hand over your mouth and buries his nose into your throat, breath hot there, tickling. He grunts into your flesh as he sets a brutal pace, palm mashing your lips back against your teeth. The legs of the desk shift and creak with his thrusts.

“Should’ve confronted you earlier. This is fun.”

Fuck off. It’s mangled to near-unrecognizable against his palm, but he laughs anyway, moaning. His hips pick up the pace and he really fucks into you, like he wants to split you in half. He likes it, likes the pathetic, scared little sounds you make, like you can’t decide if you want to cum or cry. He bites down, deciding that maybe both would be really fun. You know, just to teach you a lesson. To let you know who’s really in charge.

“Tell you what - if you can cum before I do, I’ll give you what you want. You just gotta do this one thing for me - right? Hey - sshhh, stop fucking whining like that. You’re enjoying it. It’s pretend, remember? Aren’t we playing one big fun fuckin’ game? You, pretending to be my assistant? So this isn’t real, sweetheart - I can’t fuck my slutty little assistant in here if she isn’t real, right?” He grunts and stills his hips a moment, shuddering before resuming his pace, laughing. “Close one. You’re gunna have to hurry up.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and snake a hand between your thighs. Roman doesn’t stop you - in fact, he only increases the ferocity, like he’s on a mission to derail you. It only serves you to your own end - already aroused beyond belief, cunt clenching around his cock, you give in to the waves rippling through your muscles. You whine and pant against his hand, trying to stay quiet, hips rocking back to meet his inconsistent rhythm as he falls apart. He pulls out, shooting ropes of his cum against your exposed cunt - he spreads you with his free thumb, holding you open so he can cum all over your pulsing clit, your fingers before you can snatch them away, guiding yourself through the aftershocks. He pants, staring at his handiwork as he pulls his slacks back up. He takes a step back to watch you struggle, to watch you shamefully push your fingers into your mouth. There’s nowhere else to clean them, anyway - that’s what you tell yourself as he lifts his eyebrows, sneering at you.

“Wow,” he says appreciatively. “Okay. You’ll go the extra mile and everything, huh? Well - a promise is a promise, honey. You’ll get yours… as long as I keep getting mine.” He winks and turns to leave, leaving the door open as he strolls way and leaves you to straighten yourself up.

[dr-spectre]

I saw this really great thread on twitter by Grungygrim and it definitely highlights my thoughts and frustrations with the story of these games and the Splatoon fandom as a whole. (be forewarned, i get really tilted in this blog post fyi.)

I made a blog post about 2 weeks ago where i said that i was happy that the narrative online that "Callie is an idiot who got kidnapped and then brainwashed/mind controlled against her consent" is going away. (Here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/dr-spectre/749710338672525312/im-so-happy-that-the-narrative-online-that?source=share)

Unfortunately I'm gonna have to retract a lot of the stuff i said. I'm still seeing, TILL THIS DAY THAT NARRATIVE ONLINE! IM STILL SEEING SO MUCH MISINFORMATION AND IT MAKES ME REALLYYYY ANGRYYYY!!! As a big fan of Callie, people completely outright ignoring her character arc THAT WAS SET UP SINCE SPLATOON 1 BY THE WAY!!! and not even bothering to look at outside sources for more information and lore genuinely pisses me the fuck off to no end.

No, hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL/BRAINWASHING! I DONT WANNA KEEP REPEATING IT! YOU CAN LOOK IT UP! if a person is genuinely uncomfortable and doesn't wish to take the suggestions to heart while hypnotized, THEY WONT DO SO! THEY STILL HAVE CONTROL! Yes, Marie did say "kidnapped" in some of her dialogue, but from her perspective, OF COURSE SHE'S GONNA THINK CALLIE GOT KIDNAPPED! She's known to worry about Callie all the time and ruminate about her, of course she's gonna think of the worst case scenario, doesn't mean she's right though. Was Octavio still in the wrong for hypnotizing Callie in the first place and allowing her to bring out her darker traits more easily? YEAH! NO SHIT! HE'S A BAD DUDE! Not a totally evil person but he has made some awful decisions out of desperation for his people. Why do you think he was so quick to help out the New Squidbeak Splatoon in the finale of Splatoon 3? His people got turned into fluffy monsters by a giant bear, he's all about helping his people.

Hell look at how Callie acts while under the Hypnoshades, she decorates Octo Canyon and her peppy and energetic self is still in tact even during the final boss, she's just more mean and violent. Callie was in an emotional and mentally unwell situation due to her overworking herself and being incredibly lonely as her relationship with Marie was damaged overtime. Callie accepted the suggestions of DJ Octavio and heard him out, AS SAID BY HER FROM THE RELATIONSHIP CHART! She wasn't forced into anything. She didn't suffer "sexual abuse" from Octavio by being forced into skippy clothing as some psychos say online, if she didn't want to wear that outfit she wouldn't cause hypnosis is NOT MIND CONTROL!! I hate having to repeat this over and over again, i hate how the developers basically rushed and ruined this interesting villain arc with stupid shades, only to try and hastily fix it later with an obscure post about A GOD DAMN RELATIONSHIP CHART THAT PEOPLE EITHER DONT KNOW ABOUT OR DONT CARE TO LOOK AT BECAUSE THEY SEE SPLATOON AS SOMETHING FOR KIDS AND TO NOT GIVE ANY CARE TOWARDS!!!!!!!!

I made a god damn giant blog explaining Callie in Splatoon 2 because i felt so frustrated about how my favorite character in the series was being treated and i tried to salvage the story that the writers tried to make. The way that people made her situation worse by saying she got kidnapped and forcibly ""mind controlled/brainwashed"" actually gave me chest pain, thinking about that kind of scenario for Callie actually hurts me... Heck i cant even listen to the Splatoon 2 stage music or final boss music because hearing her reversed vocals makes me feel uncomfortable due to the misinformation online. I hated all the misinformation and i wanted it to stop. HELL EVEN IN GIANT TIMELINE VIDEOS WHERE PEOPLE DO TONS OF RESEARCH THEY STILL GET IT WRONG!! UGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! i guess it'll still be the common and popular notion that Callie is an idiot that got kidnapped and then ""mind controlled"" by some shades... oh well... ugh...

I'm sorry if I'm coming off as really angry, i am. It's just, my brain is really hyperfixated on this squid and she means a lot to me. Seeing the way the fandom as well as the writers treat her makes me really mad. I hope i can find some peeps who feel the same way as i do. Misinformation is so frustrating man... i dont even wanna get into the Octarians because that's a whole other can of worms... anyways im done ranting. have a good night or good morning wherever you live y'all.

[mynqzo]

can you tell us any more backstory details/anything else about lamb? 👀

okay so i have a Lot and i dont wanna spam a wall of text! so i’ll just say a few big deets i feel like are important for her (i can go more into specifics if there are more questions)

so, she is more stoic than people would think! she definitely has a sweet exterior and i feel like thats all in plan with bhaal’s ideals to make her more approachable, (like poison-laced-honey) but really she is - very one-goal pragmatic person. she is insanely focused on her artificery work and her creations no matter how volatile and destructive they may be, and is the kind to push personal needs and the boundries of ethics aside in order to get what needs to be done- done. it borders on a bit of a mad-scientist angle because she wants to reach levels of creation yet undiscovered (in her opinion: because of peoples weak minds and bondage towards morality and being safe’ and ‘right’). if you asked her during her full on pre-amnesiac bhaal days shed say her visage is something that brings her great distress because no one can take her seriously and she gets constantly patronizing when in her mind she holds the power to destroy anything and everything if given time.

this goes for her body as well, she is detached towards it, finding it weak to worry about sins like lust, gluttony, sloth or the combo into uncontrollable bloodlust, she is ALL about control and not losing herself to anyone’s whims, including her own. she definitely ‘indulged’ back in the day (her contraptions probably had humanoid bones and flesh included in their creation) but she took pride that she could decide when to indulge and how much. its funny because she is also insanely repressed because of this, simple affections repulse her often times because she doesn’t know what the intentions are or how to properly or ‘correctly’ react to it.

like for example in the romance for astarion, when he says the ‘i love you’ line early in game to honey up lamb, i can imagine her getting very uncomfortable and aggressive (instinctively more than anything, since she doesn’t remember much of anything). she cant make sense of it, but she has this gut feeling that she needs to attack or become violent at these simple phrases, again because she taught herself, body and mind, that none of this is necessary or good for her, despite how much she might secretly want it.

[pureastrologywisdom]

12𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱

The 12th house is something I love discussing as it is often either overlook, misunderstood, or feared. My title of this probably wont help with the latter, but it promise it’s not that bad. There is a lot of stigma around the 12th house, but through understanding it people can see it’s not that scary and really interesting. 

In synastry, the people who unlock this area of your chart play an interesting role for you. Often I have seen these people become the torment of the 12th house person. In some ways plaguing their mind. You must remember that the 12th house also rules over addiction, and in other words obsession. Typically we would see addiction through substances in the worst culmination of this placement, however I have seen how this can take form in people too.

The 12th house person can find themselves feeling very strongly about the planet person. There is something about them they cant put their finger on, but they can’t get enough. Its some they cant gain control over in ways. The obsessiveness of these feelings can be difficult to handle.

For some people this it too much to deal with and if they fall on an more avoidant side, they will try and repress these feelings. It’s a constant pendulum of becoming unconscious to the feelings and then suddenly being overwhelmed by them. This is especially prevalent with someone who is more spiritually unconscious and hasn’t done work with their subconscious mind and feelings.

Often the planet person sticks with the 12th house person for a long time, even after they are gone. This is where torment can become more apparent, where you wish to forget the person can’t quite disappear, and the feelings car quite dissipate. This also links into the self-undoing qualities that are linked to the 12th house, often craving someone you cannot have or don’t allow yourself to be open to through fear of what they may open you up to or the potential dept of the connection.

As you work with your 12th house more you will find the people that activate it become less uncomfortable for you and it can becomes a placement of some beautiful deep and spiritual connections.

I tried to make this relatively brief and uncomplicated as I could, but if you want more content on this, let me know.

Much love,

Pureastrowisdom

P.s. Check out my last post if you are interested in a lilith reading from me <3

[ignoringmyexams]

Imagine a jason todd that had been holding back on fighting batman, or any of the batkids for that matter. In fights he uses his guns, and very rarely shows off his true fighting skills. This makes bruce worried that jason is becoming too detached from the people hes fighting, and calls his style of fighting brutal and callous. Because of this he makes jason come back to the cave to test if he still can fight without his guns.

The batkids overhear this conversation (argument) and immediately follow them back to the cave (because no way in hell are they missing this), oddly, damian is suprisingly angry at bruce for basically calling jason lazy, but tim and dick cant figure out why.

Back at the cave, alfred is already annoyed by the fact that bruce dismisses using guns, and the skills that come with that (alfred was agent 007, fight me), and 100% understands that using guns the way that jason uses them requires serious strength (bruce was never in the military, and therefore doesnt have that much experience with using firearms, FIGHT ME)

Anyways, jason and bruce are already on the mats, measuring eachother up. Jason is the same height as bruce, but slightly more bulky. Hes trying to get bruce to step down, and let him go home, he doesnt want to fight.

Bruce takes this as a sign that jason is not as fit as he was before, but in reality jason is worrying that the pit madness will destroy the little control he has over his strength. For some reason he doesnt want everyone to know just how much he is capable of.

Bruce doesn't know this, and like a dumbass (damians words, not mine), decides to charge at the massive tank in front of him with tons of league training. He shoves his entire body at jason, expecting his son to fall back.

Instead he meets a wall of muscle. Up close to jason for the first time in years, he really notices their differences in physique. Jason moves, and he blocks, or tries to, but jason powers through every attempt to block him.

(From the other side of the mats, damian shouts for jason to stop holding back)

Its a testament to the amount of soul searching and healing jason has done the last years, that the pit never bubbles up. His head is cool, a contrast to bruces frustration and anger in the way he always fights. He decides that hes done with holding back to avoid making the others uncomfortable.

Bruce somehow ends on his back, breath knocked out of him, with jason looming over him, not even breaking a sweat.

Jason gathers up his things and walks out of the cave, cool as a cucumber, and is never again asked to prove himself to bruce again (he decides to ignore how bruce looks at him like a science experiment, and how hes pretty sure bruce is trying to figure out how to beat him. Honestly he is flattered that hes considered a big a threat as superman is)

The batkids are left standing in the cave, staring down at their leader who most think is unbeatable, who just got beaten by a 20 year old (he almost looks proud)

Damian is laughing his ass off

Talia is somewhere laughing too probably

Tim realizes just how much jason has been pulling his punches

Dick has just realized that he might not be the one forced to inherit the burden of the cowl anymore (i get that jason would rather gnaw off his arm than take on the cowl, but i think the thing with being batman is that you cant want to be him, you cant enjoy the power it gives)

[ghostgirl-22]

Could i request a little something with patrick x fem art (or x reader if that makes you more comfortable) who has vaginismus, i have it and have been feeling really down about it recently because i cant have vaginal sex or masterbate without bleeding or wanting to cry.

Like i enjoy anal and can happily substitute but sometimes i wish someone would take their time to work me open and i really get to throw myself into it and be the slut i was born to be lol

Also so many guys treat it like a chore but i feel like patrick would understand and hed see it as a reward to get to fuck the person at the end and make them feel good because all pussy is good pussy and when he wants to make someone cum, hell find a way, hes determined!

Thank you for this anon! You’re so real…Patrick isn’t the type of guy to give up without at least a little bit of a fight <33

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

—-

You’re kinda kicking yourself for falling for it now. Patrick’s easy charm, his sense of humor, his looks. You’ve heard all the rumors. You know everyone says he’s got a big dick, that he’s promiscuous. It was okay before when you didn’t expect it to go anywhere. When you thought it was a little fun and flirting but he didn’t really like you. Not like that anyway.

But now you’re in his bed, his fingers tangled in your hair, you’re licking into his mouth. You can feel him, his cock. You’re wet and you’re horny, but you’re anxious at the same time. God if only it could be that fucking easy. You get wet, he gets hard and he fucks your brains out. But it’s not easy. It takes everything in you to pull away from him but you manage it.

“What?” He asks, eyes hooded, gazing over your face, your body. He looks hungry.

“Nothing, just… a little curious how the movie might end.”

He smiles. “Right. I thought you said you’ve seen Mean Girls like four times or something.”

“Uh well, I have a bad memory.”

He tangles his fingers into your hair. “Uh huh, god you’re so pretty. Are you a virgin?”

You glare at him.

“What? I don’t mean it any way… it just feels like you get nervous whenever we… get close.”

You don’t know why you say it. Maybe because he’s always so blunt with you. “It’s not that… it’s just…it’s difficult for me to have sex.” You blurt.

He chuckles but then settles a bit when he sees your face. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I thought you meant with me. Is that not what—“

You narrow your eyes and grip the sheets, irritated now. “It’s called vaginismus and it makes vaginal sex painful. Like even with lube it’s… um… hard to open up.”

“Mm,” Patrick says, curiously. Though now he’s blatantly staring at your lap. You’re still in your tennis skirt.

You’re starting to feel a little more embarrassed and uncomfortable. Why did you just tell the guy who’s supposed to be the local sex god that you’re fucking useless at vaginal sex. Why did you say vaginal? Or vag for that matter. Not once but twice. What the fuck were you thinking?

“Look, actually I’m just gonna go. I just remembered I didn’t finish that essay for Ms. Horne.” You say quickly, making excuses as you gather your things. You don’t really let him talk, which he seems to be amused by. You pop the movie out of the dvd player and by the time you’re out of there you’re dying of embarrassment. Certain he’ll tell all his bros about this. You’d been bullied before you started at MRTA, for your hair, for the way you talk, but now that you’re older the idea of being bullied for something sexual that you can’t even control makes you feel sick. You’re dreading what the boys will be saying about your condition.

You hide away in your room for most of the weekend. You only go to the lunch hall to grab things that you can eat in your room, like fruit and yogurt. Your roommate and best friend, the only other person you’ve told about it, feels bad and agrees to split a pizza order with you on Saturday night.

“Maybe he didn’t tell anyone.” Your friend suggests.

“Please it’s Patrick Zweig, he probably told Donaldson the moment he got back to the room.”

“Well they’re best friends— besides it’s a higher likelihood that he just tells everyone he hit it anyway.”

You wouldn’t necessarily want that— but it honestly beats the alternative.

”Honestly I wish we could’ve done it. I mean, his dick really is big like they say it is and I just wish I could… I don’t know… be a little bit slutty for a change. We’re gonna be in college next year.”

Your friend laughs. “You can— I believe in you. You just take a little more work. Which the perfect guy is definitely gonna appreciate.”

You’re starting to feel better towards the end of the weekend. Your friend confirms she hasn’t heard anything about you around school from Art Donaldson or anyone else Patrick is friends with. Sunday evening you're in bed watching Mean Girls again when you hear a knock on your door.

Confused you get up and pull open the door, expecting your floor captain but it’s Patrick standing there with his goofy little smirk and his backpack. “Hey.”

”Hey,” you say feeling your skin heat up with embarrassment remembering the other night. Not to mention your hair is a mess and you're in sweatpants. And not shapely sexy sweats, you’re in massively oversized sweats with old bleach stains.

“I snuck in, so can I…”

“Oh right,” you say, stepping aside to let him in the room.

He drops his book bag and leans in to kiss your cheek. “You look pretty.”

He has to be joking.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as he lifts your sweatshirt.

“I don’t know… finishing what we started.”

“Huh?”

“The other day, when you left. You said it was difficult for you to have sex.”

“Uh well… I mean with the condition.” You stammer awkwardly.

“Yeah I know, I researched it,” Patrick says, smirking.

“You what?”

“I’m very studious,” he says, half smile on his lips.

“Uh,” you stutter as he gets to his knees and tugs at your sweatpants and then your panties. Within seconds he’s kissing your cunt. You’re moaning almost immediately as his tongue flits around your folds, teasing just below your clit. You can’t stop moaning and you hope your roommate plans to get dinner after the mall or she’s gonna come home to an eyeful. Every time you get close he withholds and soon you’re so wet and frustrated that you’re gripping his shoulders and practically riding his face trying to get off. That’s when you feel him teasing you with his fingers and you start to tense.

“Fuck,” he whispers. He doesn’t sound frustrated but you apologize anyway.

“Mm baby, don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.” He breathes.

“R-really?” You stammer, you’re kinda stunned and a bit emotional.

“Yeah really,” he says, his expression almost incredulous, like he’s surprised that you would even ask. Like it’s a given. “Just call me Dr. Zweig. World’s foremost pussy doc.”

Before you can make fun of him for that ridiculous statement hes working on you again, tongue teasing along your clit only this time. You can tell he’s started jerking himself off and that kinda puts you over the edge. You’re shivering, your walls spasming as orgasm rips through you.

He stands up when he’s done and gazes at you, tangling his fingers into your hair. God his skin is flushed and his eyes are sparkling. “You’re so beautiful,” he says and you want to say the same thing back, but your a little tongue tied.

He grabs his backpack and pulls out some lubricant, handing it to you. “Do you ever finger yourself?”

”Uh… sometimes but honestly sometimes it hurts so I get scared to.”

“Ah well try it tonight,” he says. “You can touch yourself and tomorrow I’m gonna come back and help you.”

You swallow, anxious and aroused at the idea of it. “Okay,” you take the lube. “What if um— what if it doesn’t work?”

He shrugs. “It’s gonna work. Even if it’s not tomorrow, we’ll fuck next week, or next month, or in six months. Or whenever. You really think I’m just gonna get this close to pounding your pussy and let vaginis— whatever it’s called beat me? No fucking way.”

You laugh, feeling a bit more relaxed already. “You’re such a pervert. But thanks.”

That night you try fingering yourself in the dark after your roommate falls asleep and it feels a little less painful after your fingers are coated in too much lube but you do bleed a little. You’re anxious and nervous to see him again.

The next night you sneak into his room. He claims his roommate is out with his girlfriend so you’ve got plenty of time. You bring the lubricant and it turns out that when he said he’d help you, he meant he’d meant he’d lie between your thighs and lick at your clit while you finger yourself in front of him. You’re trying to ease your fingers inside and play with yourself and all the while he’s distracting you from the discomfort of it… licking teasing tasting… it doesn’t take long before you’re coming. Your fingers are barely inside but you still feel your pussy quivering as you moan through your orgasm.

Patrick looks up from between your legs, hair messy, jewel colored eyes sparkling. “God you’re so sexy… I’ve been dreaming of this since I first met you,” he hums.

“I wish you could fuck me,” you sigh breathless.

His eyes light up. “How does it feel? Fingering yourself?”

“Tight,” you breathe. “But um… I’m um… I’m really wet so it’s uh… it’s going in.”

“Yeah,” Patrick’s looking down, sees your finger slipping in and slowly disappearing deeper inside your cunt. His dick is aching so much from watching you come that he’s dangerously close to rutting on your mattress. God, you’re gonna be the end of him. He’s never had to work this hard to fuck before. Barely had to work hard for anything in his life. He’s gonna savor this. “Keep doing that,” he says. “Except try two fingers tonight.”

*

He has an away match the next two nights. The boys varsity team made it to the state finals again. He calls you while he’s in his hotel room to ask how it’s going. You decide to do it on the phone with him. It takes you a while but you’re able to handle two fingers as he teases you, “Imagine you’re on my big cock, imagine you’re so full and it just feels good.” His voice is so soft it makes you shiver.

“Yes, yes, fuck me baby. I want your huge dick in me. Wanna be a slut for you,” you groan. You can hear him breathing heavy into the phone. God, he’s fucking touching himself too. You barely feel pain, just pleasure listening to him as he gets off and then you’re coming too… feeling your pussy spasm around your fingers.

When you come to his room the following night, you feel all shy and giggly. He pulls you in and kisses you. He says smoking might help calm you so you’re sitting by the window sharing a joint before he lays you down. He’s giving you head while you finger yourself again but this time he coats his fingers with lube and slowly works his way in alongside yours, he’s gentle, paying attention to your breathing, your expression, your cues. If you hold your breath he’s asking if youre okay? If you moan he’s asking if you like it? If you squeeze he’s gently telling you to relax. It takes time, he’s got it on MTV on and Real World was playing when you started but now Road Rules is on.

“Fuck,” you whisper, staring at the three fingers pressing inside you. Slowly dilating you. You remember feeling pain just with one. And the pain isn’t all gone but it doesn’t make you want to cry.

“Is it okay?” He asks. He can’t help himself. He’s grinding lightly up against the mattress.

“It feels… it kinda feels good.”

“Yeah?” He says excitedly.

“Mmhm,” you breathe. You press your fingers back and forth a little more quickly and he matches your pace. “Fuck I wanna take your cock.” You groan.

“Oh sweetie… I’m a little bigger than this…” he says, his tone light but his breathing heavy.

“I know… oh fuck… need you.”

“Lets try one more finger,” he says, anxious.

“Okay,” you’re at your breaking point, you don’t even realize it when he’s added another finger. You’re more fixated on the way his calloused fingers are bumping up against your clit as they flick back and forth relentlessly, it sounds slipperywet and obscene. And suddenly you’re coming. Hard. Moaning out expletives. Your toes curling tight. He’s aching for you, eases his fingers out, they’re coated with lube and your moisture. He can’t help tasting them.

“Mm I bought you something while we were away,” he says distractedly. You’re fixated on his cock. He’s tenting in his shorts and he’s right. He’s definitely bigger than the fingers you’re now able to take.

“You bought me something?”

He pulls a box out from under his bed. “I made Art go with me to the sex store.”

You laugh, and look at the image of a rainbow dildo on the box. “Oh wow.”

“I just read it helps to try and get used to opening up or whatever,” he says, and it’s almost like he’s nervous now. Actual Patrick Zweig getting nervous.

“Thanks for thinking about me,” you smile and he seems to relax.

“I’m always thinking about you,” he smirks.

“Want me to—“ you gesture at his erection and he licks his lips and nods his head eagerly as you bend over to take him in your mouth.

*

That night you coat the dildo with as much lube as you can and try to ease it in. It’s not crazy big which is good but you’re a little anxious, terrified that if you can’t get this to work you’ll never get to fuck him. You fall asleep feeling a little defeated and overwhelmed. You’re tense the following day but you spend the next evening with friends going to a movie. It helps a little to take your mind of things. As fun and sexy as it is doing this with Patrick every night you realize you’ve been focusing so much on it that you’ve been wound up a little tight.

You pull the dildo out again before bed and surprisingly you’re able to get it in. You let it stay there hoping it will stretch you out and that your insanely tight pelvic floor muscles will get used to the intrusion, even welcome it. After a while you start to slide it back and forth inside yourself. Trying to keep your head in the relaxed state it was in while you were having dinner with your friends. Soon you’re actively fucking yourself with it. Your breath hitching as your roommate snores not too far from you. You’re biting your tongue to keep yourself from moaning out loud. The next morning you text Patrick. Can we try it tonight?

He responds back literally one second later. Yeah come over.

He’s just out of the shower when you get there. You wrap your arms around him and breathe him in, he smells so good.

“How was the dildo?” He asks, smiling.

“Good… but I wanna try you.”

“Yeah I’m sure… no pressure okay?”

“Okay,” you say as he guides you backwards to his bed. He’s desperate to fuck you but he doesn’t want to hurt you so he’s taking his time, condom fitted tight, over doing it with the lubricant. You’re feeling antsy and eager. You had fun last night with the dildo but as you watch him you can tell he’s a little girthier. You swallow as he presses at your entrance. Maybe you can’t do this…

You feel him anchor himself and slowly he’s pressing into you. He’s not even halfway in when you’re achy and overwhelmed. “I— um— I don’t—“

“You need me to pull out?” He asks, quickly and you feel him slowly pulling back.

“No,” you say quickly, “can you just… can we stay here?” You ask.

“Uh,” he takes a breath.

”Just for a bit.”

“Uh yeah,” he’s breathless. “How about— how bout you lead?” He whispers. “Take as much as you need.” And before you both know what you’re doing you’re moving, pushing your hips up and down barely if ever proceeding beyond that point where you asked him to stop. You’re fucking yourself, practically using only half of his cock and yet it feels like so much more than the dildo. And after a minute it starts to feel good. His dick teasing along your clit, pressing heavy… back and forth inside your cunt.

”Is this okay, baby?” He whispers.

“Yes, so good,” you groan.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking tight baby. So fucking nngh— you’re squeezing me so tight. Feels so fucking good.” Patrick gasps. And then he’s jerking himself, while you’re basically fucking yourself onto him. Sometimes testing yourself to push your hips higher and get more of him inside. It doesn’t take long before you two are falling on each other, breathless in orgasm.

“Shit,” he sighs, falling onto his back.

You smile looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Did it feel okay?” He asks.

“So good,” you sigh and rest your head on his chest. He leans down to kiss your head and then tangles his fingers into your hair.

“Thanks for opening me up,” you whisper, breathless. “I know there’s probably a million other girls who woulda been ready to jump on it right away.”

“Mm I like the challenge,” he says, softly. “Speaking of… I think we got a lot more work to do.”

“We do?”

”Oh yeah, probably shouldn’t stop this any time soon. I’m really committed to a cure. The cure being turning you into a slut for my cock.” He teases.

You laugh. “Okay then pussy doc, what’s my next assignment?”

[drdemonprince]

Re: autistic advice; i keep seeing people making fun of stuff like "are you in a place to hear bad news" or scripts like that. I grew up in an environment where it was common practice to just drop heavy subjects on people out of the blue, & I still find that intensely uncomfortable. But I've now had multiple people tell me that it makes them feel shitty when I ask, for example, "are you up for a dark subject?" & I don't really know how to square it away. I want to make sure that I'm not stepping on anyone's toes or making them feel ambushed or trapped, but apparently it makes some people feel like they're not allowed to have their feelings. I end up feeling pretty shitty about it, because like... it feels like either I have to be Rude (because it DOES feel rude to just drop a dark topic on someone) &/or risk having something shitty I can't deal with dropped in my lap, or else really upset people. I guess... is there a way to navigate this?

I would recommend being more specific.

People find phrases like "Are you in a place to hear something that might hurt you?" and "Are you up for a dark subject?" to be a bit presumptuous about what their emotional reactions will be or what they are capable of handling. It also can make what would have otherwise been a very unremarkable exchange become tinged with anticipatory anxiety.

When someone asks me a question like "are you up to hear something dark?" I might feel coddled and condescended to, rather than emotionally respected. Or if they ask me "are you prepared to hear something that might hurt you?" / "are you up for a serious conversation?" I think they're about to drop some serious emotional bomb on me, like that they're friend-dumping me for something horrible that I didn't realize I did. Then when it ends up being a meme they want to share or a question about a celebrity lawsuit or something i'm kind of pissed at the false alarm and the coddling that, rather than protecting me, made me feel worse.

In either case, rather than giving me time to emotionally prepare or interact when I am ready, these vague questions have introduced some kind signal of social or emotional threat. If anything, it increases the felt urgency to just have the damn conversation already and see what kind of monster is lurking behind the person's words. It makes me *less* likely to exercise control over when the conversation happens or when I see the upsetting thing.

So be specific. "Do you wanna see a disgusting meme?" "I want your opinion on something, but the question touches on sexual assault. Is that okay to talk about?" "I want to talk to you about a conflict I'm having with my other partner." "Can I ask you your opinion on this transphobia discourse?" Etc.

The more specific you can be about the subject and why you are asking about it, the more power you are giving the other person to actually decide what they want to engage with. When someone asks me if I am willing to discuss something dark, I really have no idea what to say. They're imposing their judgement of what is a dark or upsetting topic onto me, when really they have no idea what I might find triggering and what I might really enjoy getting to talk about.

Rather than trying to protect me from something I haven't even encountered yet, you gotta let me encounter it, and actually trust that I will take care of myself. If I don't want to talk about sexual assault I won't, if I don't want to look at gross imagery I'll say no, if hearing one more bad thing about your other partner is going to make my jealousy fume, I am responsible for handling that. You're not responsible for my emotions.

It's good to notice which subjects your friends are especially sensitive to and what big triggers they have so that you can be considerate. My friends know I cant look at lots of blood flowing out of someone for instance and dont send me visuals/fics that feature, say, wrists being slit or blood being drawn. But if they forgot, I'd understand and just look away and squeal oh no i cant look at that get it away. And that would be fine. They are not responsible for my reactions to things.

[ccalhoun]

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carlisle cullen x gn! reader n.sfw abc's! warnings: gender neutral reader, human reader, sub/bottom reader, dom/top carlisle, smut/nsfw, vampires/blood mentions, small parts of twilight lore, various kinks im too tired to write out wc: 1.5k cut for length!

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

extremely caring, always. he is a doctor after all! he'll bring you water and a snack if you need it, and he'll insist on carrying you to the bathroom afterwards even if you can walk fine, he'll make sure you pee to decrease risks of uti's and run a shower (or bath, depending on how hard he went ;))

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his favorite body part of his would most likely be his hands, he adores the way you squirm and whine when he fingers you, or the way you instantly listen to whatever's he's saying when he grabs your chin, how could he not love his hands when they made you so happy?

his favorite body part of yours is your neck, he feels guilty over it but every time he's close to you, head buried in your neck and shoulder as he's fucking you, all he can think about is how sweet your blood smells and how close he is to it. how easy it would be to just bite you and taste the red liquid that was no doubt the sweetest thing he would've ever tasted in his hundreds of years.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i think carlisle would be fine with cumming anywhere, he would never want to make you upset or uncomfortable so if you set a boundary he'll do nothing but respect it. but he 110% prefers cumming in you. it just feels more intimate, and he wants to be as close to you as he can possibly get

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to feed from you, he would never tell you this or even think of it while around you! however, when it's been awhile since the last hunt and he's feeling needy the only thing that can seem to fill his brain is his lovely little mate sleeping soundly in the bed he bought and put in his room just for you. and the part that makes him feel even more guilty? it makes him insanely hard to think about how hard you'd cry if he were to feed from you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

he is VERY experienced. he has been alive since before your great grandma was even a thought. he's had more than his fair share of pleasing both men and women, he knows many techniques and him being a doctor he knows every part of your body better than you do! combined with him carefully studying your reactions while he pleases you? he could have you cumming in seconds if the circumstances were right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves any position that you love, he's probably tried just about every position and could recommend a few that he knows would increase your pleasure or make you more comfortable.

his preference definitely depends on how he's feeling, if he wants to be closer to you or is just feeling affectionate he'll either go with spooning or missionary. if he wants to be a little bit more rough, he'll definitely do face down ass up as he likes the control it gives him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

carlisle would lean towards a bit silly in the moment especially if you have anxiety or are just nervous. he wouldnt want you to feel intimidated or scared! if you ask him, he would be completely serious but he's carlisle for gods sake, nothing can prevent his adorable smile from shining through.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

very well groomed, most likely wouldnt be clean shaven as vampires cant grow hair and i cant imagine a doctor being ok with no pubic hair even if he doesnt have to worry about getting diseases.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's very intimate and caring, he would lay out rose petals and light candles if you were comfortable with it. at LEAST once a month he'll make you let him pamper you, cook you a nice hot meal, run you a bubble bath, and listen to your every demand. no matter the time or place, he will always be as romantic as he can be when it comes to you!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't like jacking off, he wouldn't unless you asked him for whatever reason. he has extreme patience from living for nearly 400 years, he will always wait until the next time he can meet with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

doctor/sir kink, breeding kink, possessive kink? it makes him embarrassingly horny to think of you belonging to him, not much of a kink but he always wants to hold your hand when he cums

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere, as long as its with you. but, if he had to choose, probably your bed since it's where you seem the most comfortable and he always wants to pamper you!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

just you, smelling the scent of your blood when you get closer, your voice, your eyes, your smile, anything could get him going as long as its you. if you want him to get into bed asap, just say anything about you being his and he'll take you away before you even know he picked you up

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

hurt you. he could never forgive himself, even if you asked for him to be rough he would never do anything to cause you any pain. his heart drops when you get a papercut, he didn't even want to think about what he would do if he was the cause of your pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving, he'd never say no if you offered to suck him off, but before sex he has to eat you out until you cum at least once, preferably twice if you'll let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he finds the perfect pace for you, listening to your heartbeat and picking up on every hitch of your breath, staring at your face intently to see any slight changes to indicate what feels good. if you ask him to go faster or slower of course he'll listen, he'll do anything you ask

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he hates quickies, he wants to take his time making you feel good. if you're not somewhere where he can take his time but you want to have sex, he'll just pick you up and run you home.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he knows more than anyone that some experimentation is healthy! he'll try anything you want at least once, and because of his heightened senses he doesn't have to worry about getting caught!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go as long as he wants, because he's a vampire he doesn't need any time to recover after an orgasm and he has a seemingly endless supply of energy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he'd be willing to use toys, he doesn't have much experience of his own with toys but if you told him what you want to try he'd buy it for you, money is no issue for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he LOVES teasing you, he can't help it. seeing you whining and desperate for him, and if he can get you begging? he'd become even more infatuated with you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

naturally, he isn't very loud, mostly small grunts and groans. if you confessed that you like hearing him, he'd be willing to let go more and let more sounds slip out. but he does love your noises and he'd be lying if he said he didn't control his volume to be able to hear more of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves making out with you, it feels so intimate to him. just holding you and kissing you for as long as either of you want. of course, he'll give you time to breath where he'll kiss your neck and let your breathing stabilize before kissing you again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

big, very big. as a human he was more of a grower, but as a vampire it's at his full human length plus an inch at all times. so about 7 inches, and GIRTHY.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high, higher than any human. he could go for days if he really wanted to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

obviously can't sleep, but he loves watching you sleep after. he's fine with letting you sleep while he cleans up everything. you look so at peace when you sleep, he could stare at you for hours, and he does. ≻ ┄┄ ♡ ┄┄ ≺