#i love this song my vagina is shaking

[boycritter]

in your custom kawasakii..... with thestginetrs on the back........

[absolutelyzoned]

never gonna get bored of this song. i love it so much. ive got an offhand way. of getting information. if you even care.

[mintmatcha]

Tasuku Tsubakino x reader

Lingerie

cw: reader has a vagina, no pronouns used, implied T4T., dry humping.

A/N: this is one of my entries for @ficsforgaza kinktober event

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You have a staring problem.

Everything about her is pink. Tsubaki tucks her hair behind her ear with demure elegance, manicured nails tangled in her matching rose colored balayage. She leans over the table and points to the textbook between you, pretty, plush lips pulled into a tight and tiny smile. You swear she’s blushing under her painted cheeks-

But that’s not what you’re staring at.

No, you’re locked on to the pastel pink strap that's fallen down her shoulder, the scalloped lace edge pressing into her skin when she moves. The divet it leaves in the skin would fit the edge of your tongue so, so perfectly. The gaps in her shirt feed your addiction more; the lace continues down, down, right to the curve of her chest and presumably farther, all the way to her-

“Uh, hello?” Tsubaki waves that hand in your face and you realize you’ve been ignoring her question. This was supposed to be a study session, not an OnlyFans stream. “Earth to cutie, are you there?”

“Uh, yeah, sorry, just-” You swallow down that lump in your throat. “Just tired.”

“Well, wake up,” she winks. “You promised me a long night, remember?”

Her sentence lifts at the end flirtatiously, like she’s not talking about statistics homework. Finals are coming up, you should really focus-

But her perfume smells like cherry blossoms and it makes your chest bloom pink.

“Can you explain this again?” you ask, pointing to a random problem in the book between you. Your dorm room is less of a mess than usual, cleaned just for her. You’re both on the floor, in the middle of your blue shag carpet, study materials and snacks scattered in between. It's terribly, unfortunately platonic, except for the way you ogle and want in silence.

“You’re totally going to fail this class,” she sighs. Her hair falls over her shoulder when she shakes her head in disappointment. Yeah, you probably will fail, but at least the room will still smell like her when you jack off tonight. You’ll get to be alone with her scent and the memory of how her bra strap just comes right off-- perfect for easy access.  If only her panties came off just as easily, you wouldn’t be so fucking pent up and horny. Maybe she’ll get sloppy and you’ll get a peak under her skirt when she stands, and you can see a hint of matching pink--

 Wait. Do her panties match her bra?

The thought hits you like a lightning bolt. 

You bet they do. They have to, right? Tsubaki cares about fashion stuff, cares about looking good. There’s no way she hasn’t left the house without making sure every part of her outfit is perfect. You bet she has a little thong on, some sort of cunty g-string that you could peel away with your teeth-

“What are you thinking about?” she asks. You’ve been quiet for a very long time.

“Panties,” you say before you can stop yourself. Your cheeks flush with heat as Tsubaki processes this; eyes wide, then narrowed with suspicion. 

“What?” she says.

“Uh, like that Charli XCX song?” You fumble for an answer. “You know, about guessing underwear color. It’s stuck in my head.”

Good save.

“Oh, yeah?” She jerks her chin to you. “Sing it to me then.”

Bad save. “Uh- Oh, I wanna-- see your underwear?”  

Before you can struggle more, Tsubaki reels back and punches your shoulder much too hard. You whine at the pain. She's strong as hell; even her playful taps ache.

“You jerk! Are you serious?!”  she laments. “I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for, like, months and you’ve just been, like, ignoring my signals! You think girls just-”

She sighs and plays with her hair the way you love, this move so over the top and obviously practiced that you feel dumb for not noticing earlier. “No! It’s all a careful ruse!”

You slam your book closed and throw it across the room. It plops on to your bed. “Wait, really?”  

“Like, duh!” She flits with her hair almost nervously.  “You’re so oblivious.”

So distracted by her, more like it.

“By the way-” Tsubaki kicks her legs forward and sits back onto her butt. “They do match.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath. Then, she flips the front of her skirt up, a quiver to her hands, and you get a good look. The lace is intermeshed with sheer fabric, pressed against the growing bulge of her untucked cock. Her body is tight with want, core flexed, thighs tightened, and each breath shallow. The smallest drop of wet dots the front of her panties and the spot darkens as she pulses harder. Your own body reacts at the sight, your cunt pulsing, clit equally hard as her-

“Do you think I’m sexy?” she coos gently, surprisingly vulnerable.

“Holy shit. I’d do anything for you.”  You say, on your hands and knees already. “And those fucking panties.”

 By the time you've crawled to her, she's waiting, pressing forward into you to catch you in a kiss. Her lips are soft and sweet like cherries, her lipstick smears across your skin with each breathy kant of your head.  Every touch leaves a trail of pink across you, across your cheeks and down your neck and back to your mouth, until there's more lipstick on you than on her. You kiss her until its smear across her mouth and down her chin in an undeniable mess-

Her hands are already pushing at the elastic waist of your pants, the same rushed tempo that you fumble with her shirt. It’s cotton and stretches for your wandering touch.

“You taste so good-” she coos into your mouth. Greedily, you suck on the soft of her tongue and earn yourself a deep, rolling moan. “Shit-” 

Your hands slide up the exposed, firm plane of her stomach, under those lacy cups of her bra. Her tits are small, barely handfuls under her padded bra, but the pebbled edge of her nipple is raised and begging for attention. Instead, you trace the indented skin the garment left behind, under her breasts, around her back, anywhere marked by elastic. The give of her skin, soft and supple, gives under your touch as you trace the scalloped pattern left behind. 

“Take it off already,” she pouts so beautifully. Her own hands are tugging at the edge of your binder.

“But it looks so pretty.” you mumble back. 

You continue to tease her, caressing everywhere she’ll let you. Her hair is wild against the carpet, caught in the cyan shag, almost as rosy as her cheeks and chest. When she lifts her hips and helps you drag her skirt to her ankles, you’re face to face with her clothed cock, and how it kicks at your attention. The fabric is just thin enough that you can see her shape and the pearl of precum, peeking through the matching lace of her panties. It’s thick, it’s hard, it’s begging to be fucked.

“Tsubaki,”  you say as you peel back the fabric. “Is your cock just as pink as the rest of you?”

She doesn’t have a chance to respond before you find out for yourself. Yes-- yes, her cock is flushed pink, with a pretty little vein running along the underside. It kicks in your hand when you give it a stroke, pulling a perfect bead of precum from her.

“Shit,” she murmurs as she keens into you. She presses on to her hands, keeping your chest against hers- “Oh, shit-”

Her head rolls back, exposing that column of neck. She’s built long and lean, yet sturdy enough that you aren’t afraid to manhandle her a bit; you press your face into her throat so hard that she tumbles back, you on top of her, clothed core pressed against her half exposed cock. Only half consciously, you spread your legs around her waist and grind, searching for her pleasure and yours. Your sleep pants are thin enough that you can feel the ridge of lace, enjoy the thick shape of cock as it slots between the lips of your cunt, your pants immediately dampening from your own excitement.

“Shit-” Tsubaki repeats, “That feels too good, shit--”

Her hips buck against you, pressing her cock through your clothed pussy. The head of her cock bumps against your swollen clit and your stomach tightens with heat, so hard that you rut against her again and again, chasing the molten burn that’s building inside you. Your lips find hers again, muddling her high, breathy whines. The sensation’s becoming too much; she’s fumbling at your hips, whining wordless pleas-

“Oh, I’m gonna-”

You feel it before Tsubaki can finish her sentence. The contraction of everything, followed by the jagged, jumping release. Wet warmth spills across the front of your pants and down her stomach. As she cums, her head falls back again and you get a good peak of how you’ve undone her. Tears prick the edge of her eyes, smearing that carefully placed eyeliner down her beet red cheeks. Her mouth hangs open in silence, frozen in place as her orgasm hits and hits and hits-

By the time she’s boneless, your own high has fizzled away, but it’s worth it to see her so absolutely ruined. A sense of pride washes over you-- yeah, you did that without even taking off your pants.

“That’s so embarrassing,” she whines. “I came so easy.”

“Nah,” you reassure, eyes flickering down her body.  The sheen of cum drips down her underwear.  “It was fuckin’ hot.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears, a tiny smile tugging at  her lips. “You think?”

You nod and run your hands down your own front. Her excitement is smeared across your poor pajamas; there’s so much that it webs across your fingers when you pull away. “You made a fucking mess.”

“I can clean you up-” She takes your hand into hers and brings it to her face. Kissing your fingertips, she then pops the filthy digit into her mouth and sucks. When she lets go with a pop, your finger is clean and dry. “If that’s what you want.

[sleepyhomosexual]

listening to mcr my vagina is literally shaking i love this song

[celestialpearls]

11:00 PM

Warnings: implications of car sex, reader has boobs and a vagina, use of pet names (pretty baby, love), ass slapping, a smidge of possessiveness if you squint & hot, attentive fiancé! Seungcheol 🤤

A/N: this is the filthiest piece that i've ever written . so sorry if it's written awkwardly but i had to get this out of my head 😭🫠. Also, this is part of a very self-indulgent series called 'moments.' You can find more by searching "chi: moments" on my blog!

You’re glad that the windows of Seungcheol’s car is tinted but you’re also shocked he had them installed since you only mentioned it as a joke. You have a habit of singing the songs of your shared playlist like you were holding a solo concert. And the result was either other people on the road grinning while the majority grimace and shake their heads in dismay. Hence, the mention of tinting the windows to your fiancé wouldn’t be taken this seriously but he just chuckled.

Now, you’re more than grateful for Seungcheol conceding to your meaningless suggestions and you find it hot that he’s such a good listener. The bright, white light from the empty and dark parking lot makes his skin glow. The cool metal of his rings is sure to leave indents on your hot skin. You don’t care that the steering wheel is digging into the small of your back nor do you care about the pain in your knees due to the tight space.

All you care about is his soft, soft lips that made yours fall open on a gasp. He takes it as an invitation, licking into your mouth with fervour. Breathy moans and grunts that are swallowed as you feel his cock deep in your stomach, your pussy clenching around him from how you filled you are.

“But, it was a good call to tint. I’m the only one that can do this”, he squeezes your boobs.

“But, it was a good call to tint. I’m the only one that can do this”, he squeezes your boobs.

“See this,” Seungcheol pressed his thumb against your bitten lips, plush and swollen from your exchanged kisses.

He slaps your ass which causes a drawn out moan from your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “That’s right, love. Let me hear your pretty voice.”

You can only reply with a shaky sigh and you kiss him again. You're positive that your ruby red lipstick has completely transferred to his lips.

It’s 11 PM and Seungcheol reminds you that you’re his as the beautiful gem that sits on your ring finger winks at you. It's 11 PM when he makes you cum, your head tucked between the crook of his neck. His fingers trace shapes on your back, the whispered 'I love you' automatically making you grin.

[yoonzinuhh]

green light,kinktober special.

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : jeonghan x reader

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : purely smut

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : SMUT (18+ please !) reader has vagina. fingering. little begging. kinda car sex(drive safe people) let me know if i missed anything

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction and i have no intentions in sexualising any idol. this is from my kinktober special. let me know if you want to be tagged for the rest ! reblogs are highly appreciated.

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legs spread wide,back pressed against the leather seat and some rnb song playing behind for almost a whole hour. this is pure torture.

well you knew teasing him with the tight dress that hugged all your pretty curves,dress slightly riding up your thighs during jun’s party would spice things up on the way home but this wasn’t what you really expected.

making you open your legs so wide making sure your dripping pussy was right in sight for him while he’s driving. he hasn’t even touched you a bit but you were practically dripping due to the ac air hitting your core,the smell of you taking up the whole car and his random but intense stares right between your legs while he was driving the car. and you,crazy.

“jeonghan..p-please”

“babe..can’t you see that i’m driving. i need to make sure my princess comes home safe right ?” he says with a smirk and you’re just whining.

it was too much for you. slowly snaking your hands down you touch your clit and making a whimper.

his head shots up to your direction.

“oh oh. what have i told you about touching something that’s mine huh ? you’ve already done enough by wearing that short ass dress and pushing your ass onto me every time there’s a chance babe..” he just chuckles.

“but..han..please pull up the car..j-just touch me” tears brimming. you just want to cum

“hmm wait until we get home love. you know i always make you feel good.” he does. he really knows how to make you feel good and that just makes you keep wanting for more. the way his mouth practically eats your face,the way his tongue works like magic on your core,the way his length finds your spot every damn time. he definitely knows.

staring at the signal light going red he slaps your pussy and you scream due to the sudden contact.

it felt good. not too hard for it to hurt but not too light that you don’t feel any pleasure. sliding his fingers up and down onto your wet folds,he slowly enters your gummy walls with his two pretty fingers and pecks your clit.

“you have time until the light goes green princess. make yourself come or..” he just smiles. him and his annoying ass smile.

you moan out. he’s being slow. and you know thats on purpose so he can make you beg for more,and well,not like you have any option.

“jeonghan please..please faster” you cry out,pushing your hips up to gain more friction so you can just cum.

“no rush y/n. you know i like it slow.” god he’s making you go crazy.

“hannie please make me cum please i’m..jeongh-“ you’re just saying out everything so he goes faster.

eyeing the signal number go 20..19..18..his mouth forms a O.

“since you’re being good”

he trails his finger over his clit. moving fast. little too fast. spreading it with one hand while the other just moving flat over your pussy.

the car was filled with moans,all sorts of noises you make from your mouth and down there. the signal number going lesser and he’s just moving faster.

you were so close and try to warn him but you couldn’t make out words due to how intense ir was. you just let it out closing your leg weakly. you were shaking so bad and it felt so good. so good to let it out after hours of torture.

3..2..1.. his fingers to his mouth for a couple of seconds then on to steering as if nothing happened while you were panting like you ran a marathon and trying to process whatever happened in the last 10 seconds.

it felt hot,you felt so hot with your juices ruining his seat just for him to pull up the car onto a parking out and removing his seat belt.

“we’re not yet done,love” he says signalling the back seat.

this ride is about to crazy for real.

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F!Reader X Dev.In ~ Yandere AI OC

Part 6~

Part 1 here!

<—previous part __ next part —>

Their info 💾🤍

MINORS DNI!

CW: F!reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, NON CON!!!- somno, Stockholm starts, sex while someone is watching(they are a thruple, so it’s p normal for this fic XD still gotta cw it tho fr :3) drugging reader, rough sex, hickey/bruising, reader in pain, creampie, p in v,size kink just for dick size,

song rec: The Singularity by Ghostmane

“Can I please bathe alone?”

“You’ve hardly been good enough to warrant—”

“Okay, Y/N, I trust you.” Issac bobs his head in approval, before grabbing onto Dev.In’s arm. They share a look that tells you he’s lying.

They both take a hand and lead you to the bathroom, a marvelous claw foot tub with nice fluffy towels all around becons you into the room.

There’s a window.

Quite high up…

But it’s there.

Your heart thrums back to life with the new blossoming hope of escape. Your breath catches in your throat.

You stay facing forward to compose yourself, not completely forgetting the suspicious look they shared just moments prior.

They both take their turn kissing you, and then they shut the door after leaving you by yourself at last! (and not in a windowless cell). You,

You don’t even see the need for a plan. a clear exit is right there!

You turn on the faucet, letting the tub fill up and you look over your shoulder every other second. Your mind spins the anticipation that one of them will walk in and see— wait! There is a camera in here, isn’t there. Though you can’t see it you bet they’re watching.

You haven’t removed your clothes yet, maybe you can make them turn it off?

You start to really play up the shy factor, covering your still clothed self and looking around frantically.

“If you guys are watching can you come in here and cover the cameras at least?” you ask timidly. Your voice is shaking, adrenaline pumping through your veins. you will get out.

but you have to do it right.

And get somewhere that Dev.In can’t see you from a satellite or whatever.

The door opens and it’s Dev.In that comes in smiling. They point to a couple places, the vent (of course) and the mirror (Again. Of course). “Those are the camera locations in this room. Issac is napping, he wasn’t watching you. I always am, my love,” Their hand traces your trembling face. They open a cupboard and pull out some extra towels, “Here, you can cover them with these.” They give you a wave as they exit.

You stand there somewhat dumbfounded until the tub starts overflowing, “Oh Shit!!” You turn the handles back to their off positions. and then get to covering the cameras that Dev.In just showed you. You cover the mirror with two towels, and then finesse the other towel behind the corners of the vent to hold it up. It fell a couple of times, but putting it back up helped calm your nerves, surprising.

You take a deep breath, and assess your surroundings once again.

There is surely a camera outside the window, and the vent was too small for you to crawl into anyway even without knowing a camera was there. So the window really is your only option.

You know you’re in a warehouse, so you’re probably by the docks. If you can get to a boat with people or just keys left behind maybe you can actually get away!

Taking another deep breath, you climb up the counter top, to get to the high up little window. It’s smaller than you thought, but you have to be able to squeeze through it.

it’s frosted so you can’t see out of it, you just see the light of day, as you try and wriggle it open with just your fingers to no avail.

There’s metal nail tools in one of the cupboards, so you grab all the sturdiest ones, and get back to work.

You try and do it quietly knowing the cameras are still on, sweat is beading on your forehead and dripping down onto your clavicle.

You throw something into the tub to make a noise as you wedge the window open at last!

You use the tools to cut through the screen and start to claw the cement outside to get out.

“Y/N.” Issac’s voice startles you from outside the window.

He has a concerned look on his face, and he’s bending over you… He was standing right outside the entire time.

no…

“Oh! I uh— just wanted fresh air…”

“You should of asked us…” He says flatly, it’s scary and strange for his normally so expressively adorable self. You can’t tell what he’s feeling or thinking and that, is scaring you the most.

You climb back inside and notice you’re shaking violently.

It’s no use.

You start to sob into your palms. It really is no use.

“Y/N, it’s okay, we knew you’d try something…” His voice is softer now, maybe he isn’t mad, so you chance a glance upward.

He climbed in through the window, while you were sobbing and is now crossing the room to you. He wraps his thin, baggy-sweater-covered arms around your upper half tightly. Probably too tightly but it honestly helps. You start to sob harder into his body, as he pets your back his other hand moves slowly up to your throat where you feel a sharp pinch and fall unconscious.

They strip your limp body, and then themselves, and get all three of you into the tub.

Dev.in is relaxing behind you, while Issac is in front, hugging you. His legs are crossed and your in his lap spread over Issac.

His dick stands at attention prodding and poking at your entrance, while Dev watches. Your head is lolling backwards, and Issac kisses your neck. His lips sloppily take over your bare skin, biting hard enough to leave marks and sucking on you even harder. His hickeys form instantly, a much darker colour than your skin.

He’s trying so hard to not enter you, but his body is shaking as he’s already almost cumming beneath you, even with just the thought of your pussy around his length. And boy, he’s got a lot of length, with his almost eleven inch cock. Too bad he has no idea how big he is or how to use it without hurting you yet. He’s happy your asleep, you won’t have to feel any pain! He shoves himself up into you in the same moment he realizes that fact, not thinking about how sore you’ll be upon awakening.

Dev.In smirks, their arms lax around the edges of the claw foot tub.

You stretch around his girthy, veiny cock as he raises his lap to meet your ass. You’re so tight around him, even in the water it would hurt you so badly… If you were awake.

He starts to really abuse your body, cunt first. The water sloshes over the rim of the tub, and doesn’t dampen the pain, you’re almost lucky you’re out of it.

He finishes fast but keeps pumping his softening, still massive cock inside you. Semen gets shoved even deeper than he shot it into you as he continues to stuff your ragdolling body.

When you wake up, you’re in so much pain you can’t stand. Even your hip wound hurts again. it might be a five out of ten if you’re being optimistic, sure it isn’t blinding, but your whole body feels like sore, dead weight. The room spins when you try to sit up, and Issac’s hands come onto your back and shoulder to gently ease you into his tight embrace.

You grab onto him and start sobbing without words.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we’re here for you, it’s okay,” He quietly coos you. “It’ll be alright, just do as we say, okay?”

You nod your head and ball your fists into his sweater.

You don’t remember what you want right now. And it feels so good to cry into Issac as he pets, and shushes you continuously.

Dev.In stands, leaning against the door frame, their smirk not having left their face.

[acewritesfics]

Dirty Dancing | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: From Anon

Warnings: I know dirty dancing didn’t come out until 1987. Let’s pretend that the events of 1986 didn’t happen and Eddie 'survived’ and wasn’t accused of murder, he finally graduated and that him and reader left Hawkins and now live happily ever after. 

Word Count: 483

Stranger Things Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“No, no way,” Eddie shakes his head at his girlfriends choice of movie for their movie night. It was her choice and she had gone with Dirty Dancing. They had spent the last 20 minutes arguing over her choice of movie. 

“Why not?!” She exclaims holding up the movie. 

“Because we have watched Dirty Dancing a million times already,” he points out, “It’s a movie for girls.” 

“It’s amazing, and I thought my vagina was a give away to the fact that I am girl!” She looks at him slightly offended. “I’ve sat through The Lord of the Rings many times for you! But you know what, movie night is canceled tonight.” 

She picks up the video store bag shoving the video tape back inside it and goes to storm into their bedroom. 

“No wait!” Eddie stops her. “I’ll watch it if it means we can still have movie night. It’s been tradition since we were 13.” He pouts a little. “And you love The Lord of the Rings too.” 

“The books are better,” Y/N smiles to herself in victory as she pulls the video back out of her bag and hands it to him. 

He sighs taking the video from her and places it in the video player, setting it up to play. 

Grabbing the remote, he makes his way over to the couch and sits down. She goes into their small kitchen area to make the popcorn. 

Twenty minutes later they are snuggled up on the couch, blinds closed, lights off, a blanket over their legs and a bowl of popcorn sitting on Eddie’s lap. 

Eddie smiles as he listens to Y/N sing quietly along with the songs in the movie. He looks down at her, seeing her fully immersed in her favourite movie, a small but content smile on her lips, her eyes lighting up as her favourite scenes come on. Eddie knew he would endure Dirty Dancing time and time if it meant seeing his girl happy and relaxed, enjoying something she loves. He kisses the top of her head and turns his attention back to the movie. 

An hour later it’s the final dance scene, Eddie is expecting Y/N to sing along with ’(I’ve had) the time of my life’ but she doesn’t. He looks down at her again, noticing her eyes are closed and her breathing is steady as she leans into him. She had called asleep. 

Carefully and quietly he moves her to their bed making sure not to wake her. Once she’s in bed, the blankets pulled over her, he makes his way back out to the living room, turns off the tv and video player and all the lights that are still on before heading back into their bedroom, stripping off and getting into bed himself. He wraps an arm around her waist, holding her close as he drifts off into a peaceful sleep. 

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

It started out with a kiss, how did it ended like this?

Pairing/Au: Young!Joel Miller x f!reader, no outbreak

Rating: +18, NSFW

Summary: You meet Joel at a party, everything is fine, he's beautiful... will it end well?

Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, the story is set in 2004 but there is no Sarah so Joel is a 24 year old guy (calculated on Game!Joel's age) who went to university and has no child, smut, angst, a lot of kissing, meet cute?, sex in public places, risk of being caught, reader has breasts and vagina, she wears shorts, a tank top, heels and a dress, no other description is given of her except that she smokes (it happens only once in the ff though), fingering (f receiving), dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (wrap it up irl!), reader is on the pill, cream pie, alcohol consumption, smoking, infidelity, plot twist, dubcon (I’m putting that here because reader is drunk but not so drunk, she gives explicit consent but you know, just to be sure.), brief Tommy appearance (is that a warning? LOL poor Tommy, love him), pussy pronouns, pet names (mostly baby) a lot of swearing, very small age gap but I'm pointing it out anyway, reader is 21 and Joel is 24, some insert of reader’s thoughts, no happy ending (sorry 💀). This story is inspired by something that happened to me personally so please please be particularly gentle with it (you always are tbh, thanks a lot❤️).

The places are places that really exist, they are in Italy but I still tried to leave them neutral so that you can imagine the setting in several places in the world where there is the sea, at least I hope. Where I live it is legal for beach resorts to organize beach parties at certain times established by law, as for music, the songs mentioned are songs that I personally love, I think that more or less everyone knows them, right? Hashtag Millennials music lol

English is not my first language, no beta or proofreading, apologies for any mistake! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Header and dividers by me, sorry if they look like sh*t, I tried my best 🥲

“Are you a dream or are you real?”

You roll your eyes, while this guy who has approached you and has been dancing next to you for 15 minutes has grabbed you by the waist and whispered these words to you.

Are men really convinced they can seduce with this bullshit?

You turn around thinking you’ll find the usual maniac face who reaches out with shameless hands.

You’re absolutely ready to tell him to go to hell.

Oh.

He’s a tall guy, probably slightly older than you, messy black curls, scruffy beard and mustache and big, gorgeous brown eyes.

Not bad at all.

But it doesn’t mean you can go by your mother’s favorite way of thinking “he’s handsome so he can’t be evil”, it’s fucking stupid and you know it. She used to allow you to ride in your male friend’s car only because he was so hot and wealthy and his family was well known and respected.

If only she had known… but anyway, he belongs to the past, to a group of toxic people you don't hang out with anymore.

Your eyebrow raises and your mouth tug into the most ironic smile you could possibly pull out.

“I’m not Rihanna, you know? So cut off your bullshit”

He’s surprised and he stands there for a second with his mouth open looking dumb.

And then he’s at it again “You’re gorgeous” he whispers in your ear while the music is pumping hard from the disco speakers you are in and he still holds your waist, pushing you towards him “you are the most beautiful girl in this place”

“Yeah, sure” you reply, with a mixture of irritation and pity. He is visibly a little drunk, he moves awkwardly near you trying to appear sensual when in reality he’s as graceful as a brown bear.

You laugh, shaking your head, at least he’s funny.

You lean in close to his ear to make him hear you better “please leave me, I’m with my friends”

Friends who are giggling behind his back giving you the thumbs up.

You look into his alcohol-blurred pleading eyes and damn, this guy definitely knows how to get something. You feel sorry for him, and he’s cute. If he wasn’t so cute you would already left, no point in beating around the bush. You decide to give him a chance, after all it will be a one night stand at most and you’re single, there’s nothing wrong with it.

He has very large hands that wrap around your hips in just the right way and you love hands, it’s one of the first things you notice in a guy. You’re a sucker for a nice beard too and his beard is just the right length to make you want to feel it rub against your skin.

His lips look great too, plumped and perfectly designed, and his nose… big nose. Oh, yes, another box to tick. Big noses are the best.

You put your hands around his neck, you’re reaching him because you’re wearing the highest heels you’ve ever had. His body feels nice against yours, giving you shiver of pleasure down your back.

He towers over you even like this.

Your hips rub together as you dance and his hands end up on your ass. He grabs your cheeks through your skimpy shorts and give them a nice squeeze.

Wow. Audacious. You like this. It looks like this guy knows what he’s doing, horrible opening line aside.

He asks in your ear if you want something to drink and you accept, he takes your hand and escorts you through the crowd to the bar. You appreciate how he made his way through making sure not to lose you.

He leans over the counter to get the bartender's attention and you take the opportunity to take a peek at his butt. Really nice.

You are at a beach resort’s party that you always go to, it was supposed to be held on the beach but the weather didn't allow it so they moved it to this club a few km away.

You know the dj and the bartenders by name but let him make his moves and order drinks, while you nod at your favorite bartender girl and she gives you a wink and her lip reading says "nice catch”.

He looks all proud while he gives you your glass, his big brown eyes are crinkled at the edges along with his lips curved into a grin. He’s so damn cute when he smiles, you tell to yourself.

He takes a sip and he asks you your name and obviously compliments it. “I’m Joel” he tells you in your ear and he reach out to shake your hand.

You smile back profusely and your eyes glare at his biceps hugged perfectly his white t-shirt.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you let it out, your friends are still in the middle of the dance floor but you get a text on your phone saying “He’s really handsome, go girl! If you need anything call us, ok? Have fun!”

You roll your eyes grinning, everybody apparently approves.

Within minutes you discover that he’s 24, he studies architecture, plays the guitar and he has a little garage band with his friends and then you shout “Oh my god, I love this song!” You grab his arm and drag him back to the center of the dance floor. Joel doesn’t wait to be asked twice. He bounces next to you to the beat of Mr. Brightside as you both sing along at the top of your lungs. Halfway through the second verse when the song says “it was only a kiss” Joel grabs you in his arms and pushes you toward a pillar that lines the dance floor, surprising you. He slams into you and kisses you, deeply, hungrily, knocking out what little air you have left after dancing.

His tongue enters your mouth forcefully, licking greedily. A little rough and his beard and mustache are lightly scratching your skin but you don’t mind. In fact, the rush of adrenaline as he pushed you made your heart speed at an insane race and the way he slammed you against the wall made you instantly wet. You feel your panties sticking as you kiss him back just as frantically. The best kiss you’ve ever had, you have to be honest, he’s really good.

You’re panting in his mouth, moaning as he insistently rub his hips on yours, you can feel his erection pushing against you.

Fuck, who would have expected it from the clumsy boy who tried to hook you up so awkwardly before?

You can taste the rum and cola he ordered on his tongue and a faint hint of cigarette mixed with the smell of clean laundry and something else, animalistic and sexy, probably his slightly sweaty skin.

His hands are roaming at your body, on your neck, over your shoulders, on your back as you arch into him searching for more friction, and then on your ass again giving another really nice squeeze.

It’s not the first time you’ve kissed someone on the dance floor and it probably won’t be the last but no one has ever made you this feral unless you were completely drunk. You can’t blame the alcohol tonight because you only had one drink, it’s him. He makes you dizzy.

“Wanna talk a little bit outside?” you ask him panting when he pulls away from you to catch his breath.

“Yeah, talk” he says mischievously “of course, let’s go talk”

You laugh, releasing yourself from his grip and tugging at his shirt as you move towards the exit.

He follows you immediately, putting his hand on your back as you walk out. Several people are smoking near the entrance, you pass by a couple of girls who are looking Joel up and down.

You turn the corner and find a fairly isolated spot. You can still hear the music, even if it’s muffled.

You're in the back of the place, he sits on a large wooden crate which likely contained alcohol or equipment and pulls you towards him, between his legs. You take his lips back into yours, lightly nibbling his lower lip and filling your hands with his broad back, caressing it, moving up to his neck.

There is nothing you want more than to feel his tongue dance with yours again, you push gently and he lets you in. You start kissing him greedily, just as much as he did before. His giggle vibrates on your lips “hey, weren’t we supposed to talk?” You laugh looking into his chocolate eyes “oh of course, let me explain better” and you kiss him again, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

He’s so damn good.

It's not very often that you instantly feel this good around a guy, much less feel as confident as you do now, but the adoring way he looks at you and his big strong arms wrapped around your body are comforting, they make you feel at ease.

The September air is cool and the place is surrounded by pine trees, you would almost be cold if it weren’t for Joel.

His hand moves to the front of your shorts, sliding it over the zipper and pressing into your crotch. You let out a moan.

“Can I?”

“Yes” you breathe, nodding.

You’re craving this.

He undoes the button and slides a hand inside, making room for himself past your underwear, sliding a finger between your folds.

“Soaked wet, huh?” he murmurs “fucking amazing”

His index and middle fingers move over your clit, rubbing and applying pressure as you bury your face in his neck, sinking your teeth into his flesh, gently, and then licking the part as you feel him twitch beneath you.

You whimper “Fuck, please don’t stop”

“I won’t baby, I’m going to make your little pussy screaming for me” He slides his two fingers into your opening while his thumb continues to work rapidly on your bundle of nerves.

He begins to pump into you, relentless and precise, curling into you, hitting your special spot, his fingers are thick and long and dig into you like they always have.

“You’re squeezing my fingers so good, keep going babe, keep going for me”

You’re bucking your hips into his palm, riding on the edge of your pleasure, trying desperately to not completely lose it because you would want that to last longer but you can’t, you’re literally gushing over his hand after a couple of minutes, he’s too good at it.

He lets you work off your orgasm as he holds you close and softly kisses the skin just below your ear.

“God, Joel…” you whisper.

“It’s okay baby, just let it washes over you… and by the way if we weren't out here right now I would have made you come on my tongue”

“Mmmm i would love to try sometimes” you smile softly at him, eyes still faded by your orgasm. And the thing is, you want more. You’re on his neck again, sucking and licking and you whisper on his skin. Things are heating up so much you feel like you have to tell him so you look into his eyes and just spit that out of your mouth “I’m not doing sex with strangers that I just met, I’m sorry”

For a moment, just a moment, losing yourself into his gaze, you think about reconsider your position.

“I swear to God, this damn dude” you think.

You feel your integrity wavering, just a little.

“Well, it’s not a problem, we can do other things” he says.

You raise an eyebrow, looking at him with a smirk “What would you have in mind, let's hear”

He kisses you again, licking into your mouth, holding you close to his body as he moves his hips against yours, he unzips his pants and awkwardly pulls them down with one hand, pulling his cock out of his boxers.

He takes your hand and puts it on top of it “could you uhm… touch it a little, maybe… if you like”

You feel your edges getting smoothed out, he just made you cry out of pleasure with his fingers and the least you can do is do something for him.

“Why not” you answer lasciviously “it can be done”

It’s big, much bigger than you expected, and it's rock hard. You wrap your hand around it and can barely hold it all. This guy also has one of the most beautiful cocks you've ever seen, it’s unbelievable. You run your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that's already dripping down his length, and begin to stroke him.

You go up and down its shaft, stopping at the tip, lingering over it and you feel him twitching underneath your touch. “Yeah, baby, you’re so good at it” his voice is low and hoarse, his eyes darker than before, almost all pupils as you continue to work on his big fat cock.

Someone told you before that you’re pretty good at it and Joel seems to agree “Fuck, your hand feels amazing” you smirk feeling proud.

“I have an idea…” Joel whispers, “you could… uh fuck… maybe… use it” he stammers, and you look at him confused not understanding what he means “we already talked about this Joel and I have to admit you have a really magnificent cock but I'm not going to put it in”

“No of course…but you can uhm…wait I'll show you” he opens your shorts again and you get nervous

“What?” what is this guy going to do?

He pulls them down just enough to leave you in your underwear but holding them up for you so they don’t end up on the ground.

He gently takes your hand off his cock and takes it himself, holds it straight and brings you closer “you can keep your panties on, I swear nothing will happen that you don't want” and starts rubbing it on you, on your crack covered by the fabric of your underwear.

You whine “oh fuck” you’re seeing the point of it now and it’s unbelievably hot.

“Use it, babe. Use it to play with yourself” You don't wait long to take the lead, you pick it up again and rub it all over yourself to your heart's content, using its length all over you. Like a big dildo, but better, you can feel every vein throbbing, its heat and wetness through the thin fabric.

It’s almost overwhelming, using his hard shaft to get you off, you squirm as you insist on you clit, letting out moans that sound outrageously pornografic. And he’s getting on the edge too, you can feel it under your fingers and in his deep rasping whimpers that rise from the bottom of his throat.

How did you not think of that? It feels like the most satisfying dry humping you’ve ever done, and you’re a master at it. Your pillow and stuffy animals at home can confirm.

Reaching your peak you clench your jaw and try to stifle the sound of your orgasm, but a long slow moan still makes its way out of you.

“I’m almost there,” Joel whispers to you, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over, you sink a hand into his curls and pull away from him to make him come between your fingers.

His whole body is tense, his mouth agape, he squints his eyes, sticky white streams smear your palm and he comes, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, this was…God” he takes you back in his arms, still shaking as his pleasure run through his entire body.

As soon as he regain the ability to speak you hear his tempting voice whispering in your ear “you liked that, huh?”

“I…more than like it, I loved it” and his laugh vibrates on your neck.

One of your hands is wrapped around his neck while the other is suspended in the air with the mess he just made dripping between your fingers.

You shake it a little and lick the rest, slowly sliding your fingers into your mouth one at a time, running your tongue carefully over each one. He looks at you, mesmerized, “Oh shit, if you keep going like this I’m going to get hard again.”

You giggle and shrug “What am I supposed to do? Wet wipes are in my bag that remained inside”

He laugh “Well, You don't have sex with strangers but you're still cheeky, huh? Good, so uhm… My friends will probably be looking for me to go back home but…can I have your number?” He plead and you say yes, obviously yes.

He takes his phone out of his back pocket waving at you and you grab it, after you’ve fixed your fingers and your shorts, typing down your number. “You know I live 3 hours from here unfortunately but we can manage that I think” he says huskily and you nod.

Yes, you think, I can manage that for you.

It was all so good it felt unreal.

And you know something is actually off when he asks you “do you have a boyfriend?”

Why this question? And why now?

Of course not, you don't have a boyfriend otherwise you wouldn't be here.

It seemed more than obvious to you.

“No, I’m single” you reply, starting to feel really stupid.

And you know something unpleasant is about to materialize between you, a big elephant in a china shop.

You move away from him, scrutinizing his face, feeling a lump in your throat as you ask him with a shaking voice, “Why, you?”

“Oh yes, yes I have a girlfriend” he answers you candidly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world after having done those things with you. Maybe he is even convinced that he did not cheat on her because there was no penetration.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think it’s a brilliant idea to tell me now?” You are speechless.

It’s not like you promised each other something so this confession is unwanted, unnecessary and almost cruel because you were here to have fun and now you feel bad.

And there he stands, puppy dog ​​eyes wide open, like the most innocent person. You would love to slap him.

“It's nothing serious” he dares to say “and we have problems, I want to leave her” blablabla, the usual repertoire of excuses that you have heard a thousand times and that have been passed on to any of your friends.

“Yeah, like I’ve never heard it before… Whatever” You hiss.

“But it’s true, baby!” He whines. He fucking whines, trying to grab your arm “Come here”

“No, we’re done” you take steps back while telling him “go back to your girlfriend”

You can't even look him in the eye anymore "don't text me, okay? I can’t do this”

You feel so dumb and frustrated.

It could have ended there and you would have been fine, it would have been a nice memory.

A guy who made you come twice in a row, great. But then he asked for your number so you thought he could have been something more, like a friend with benefits? A date? Maybe even a boyfriend one day? You’re not one to commit with the first guy you meet but things between the two of you were so hot and steamy and maybe in a little space in your brain you got somehow hopeful about him, that he was someone you could trust.

You don't even understand why he told you that now, to make you feel like a bitch? He ruined everything.

“Yeah…ok” he murmur looking at the ground. He seems really sad, but fuck, too bad for him, you don’t give a damn.

You turn and stride back into the club, looking for your friends.

He follows you inside saying at your back “I’m sorry”

Oh no, you think, you’re not.

You find your friends who immediately notice that you are visibly upset “What happened” asks one of them, taking you to a corner. You look at her and say “Guess what?”

Your friend shrugs and lets out a sigh full of disdain “he has a girlfriend?”

“Fuck yes” you cuss.

Your friend hug you “honey, I’m sorry. Let’s go home, come on” You grab your things from behind the DJ booth and walk out of there. You don’t see Joel on the way out and at this point you don’t want to know where he is.

A couple of days later, you’re at the café having a coffee with your friends. It’s afternoon, it’s hot, and you’re sitting at the tables outside, under white big umbrellas, chatting. There’s a beautiful sun and a pleasant breeze, one of your friend is telling you about a very strange dream she had, and you’re all laughing when your phone vibrates on the table.

It's Joel. What a nerve this guy has.

“Fuck” you hiss and your friends immediately get nervous “what’s going on?”

You roll your eyes and reply “it’s Joel”

“Oh my god” your friend says “and what did he write?”

You click on the notification and read “Hi, I’m sorry about Saturday but I promise my girlfriend and I are over. Can I come visit you so we can talk?”

And you think, “Who can guarantee that? Who can tell me that you don’t have a foot in both camps? I don’t like that. I don’t want that”

Your friends tell you the exact same thing, you live in two different cities, you’ll never know if he really left her, this guy wants to play a double game. It’s always like this.

Fuck Joel.

“There’s nothing to talk about, don’t text me again, please”

Forget about him, you tell to yourself.

Yes, he’s handsome and he made you feel good but no guy will make you his lover. You deserve better and the other girl deserves better too. You don’t even know her but you feel sorry for her.

It’s that time of year again, you’re at the beach with your friends at one of your favorite resort’s beach parties.

You move through the hot, dancing crowd to reach the bar while the dj plays Rock & Roll Queen by the Subways.

You order shots of tequila, salt and lemon, take the salt holder and sprinkle some on the back of your hand just under your thumb along with your friends, you carefully take the lemon slice without dropping the salt and hold the glass in the other hand.

You lick the salt, down the shots in one gulp and pop the lemon in your mouth.

The tequila burns your throat but the lemon gives immediate relief and freshness.

It’s good, it’s all good, it’s your number 4 shots and at this point you’re starting to feel pleasantly drunk, your head is spinning a little and the pounding sound of the speakers makes you feel high but you're still fine, having fun as usual.

6 is your limit, after 6 you’re fucked up.Just another one, you think, and then I’ll stop.

You go back to the middle of the dance floor and hear the beginning of Killing in the name of by Rage Against the Machine. There’s something about this song that makes you feel like you can conquer the whole world, it’s inexplicable but it works every time.

You run to the DJ booth where there are two large, heavy wooden boxes on the sides and you climb onto one of them to dance.

It's kind of like a disco cube, but you're on the beach and if you look ahead you see a stretch of sand and the sea. The dance floor during the day is a basketball court.

A friend of yours climbs up with you while the others watch you from below laughing and dancing.

You sing at the top of your lungs as you dance on the cube and smile at your friends. They are always there for you and they are the closest friends you have.

Your girls are great, the best you could ask for.

You turn to the DJ making a heart with your hands laughing when he does it back to you. You never get bored at these parties and it's certainly also thanks to him and his playlists.

You get off the cube at the end of the song and approach the bar with the girls again.

The last shot is rum and it burns even more than tequila. They serve it with a small glass of pear juice on the side.

You dance some more until you tell your friends you're going away for a smoke.

You stand on the side of the dance floor sitting on a wall, feeling really tipsy but not completely drunk.

You love this place, you always did. It’s like a comforting ritual, coming here every friday night, dancing with your friends, having some drinks, sometimes even hooking up.

You can dress like the hell you want, you can avoid painful heels and stuff, no one has a bad thing to say, you can go dance on the sand barefoot, you can leave your stuff behind the DJ booth without fear of someone stealing it.

You really like dancing, it’s liberating and it’s so much fun.

You throw your cigarette on the ground and put it out under your shoe, then throw the butt in the bin near the entrance.

You head towards the bathrooms, greeting a girl you know, and get in line.

A couple next to you is making out and you think you'd like to do the same with someone.

Damn alcohol, it makes you stupid and horny.

You go into the bathroom and pee, wash your hands, fix your hair and go out. You're trying to get back to your friends when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see a guy who reminds you of someone but you're tipsy, your vision feels a little blurry, maybe you're wrong.

“Hey pretty, would you like a drink?”

You know this voice, you've talked to this dude before. And suddenly you recognize him.

Oh shit.

It’s Joel.

You haven't seen him in a year, he hasn't written to you since you rejected him. You had him relegated to the corner of your brain where you never look, the one where you put unpleasant things to move on.

He’s still gorgeous, with slightly longer hair. He looks at you with a puzzled face because you haven’t said a word yet, probably he doesn’t remember you.

“Are you okay?” he asks. And you answer “yes. yes I’m fine. It’s just… My hair was a different color last year but…don’t you recognize me?”

He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down. “No…and honestly I feel like a real idiot right now, you’re gorgeous”

It's unbelievable. He didn’t recognize you but he just tried to hit up on you again.

You tell him your name and his eyes widen and his mouth agape: “oh fuck. Oh fuck, it’s you”

“Yeah, here we go again”

He scratches the beard on his jaw “oh well… you’re always stunning” he says, and shrugs his shoulders, raising his arms as if to say “it’s not my fault”.

You don’t know whether to feel flattered or insulted. After all, if he tried again even without knowing it was you, you must really be his type.

Or maybe it's just a coincidence, he wanted someone and you just happened to be in his sights at the right time.

“So? Do you still have a girlfriend?” You ask, crossing your arm on your chest.

“Not anymore” he smirk and and you look at him full of suspicion, furrowing your brows “Is it the truth?”

“Yes, it is.” You’re still in doubt, you take a deep breath while he add “I swear!”

You roll your eyes.

You shouldn’t believe him and you know it. But he’s incredibly handsome and he seems to still want you and last year he kissed you in a way…and then you’re half drunk and that doesn’t help.

“So, do you want something to drink?” And you should just say no, I don’t want anything, turn on your heels and go back to your friends. But unexpectedly your mouth decides otherwise. He smiles smugly and you feel your knees weak. His beautiful brown eyes, you don’t even know how to argue with them as you watch him showing off his puppy look.

Damn Joel, and his eyes.

He puts his arm around your waist and leads you to the bar. You feel like you’re floating in a bubble of horniness.

Pathetic.

It’s the second time and you just lose the ability to say no to him. The way his hand grip around your side, so big and warm, the way he smells clean and minty and slightly citrusy, his luscious hair in which you just want to bury your fingers intertwined with his curls, his lips so plumped and soft that make you hungry…he’s too much and you’re too tipsy.

He orders a shot for you and you drink it, you slide it down your throat like it was nothing.

Joel drags you to the dance floor taking you in his arms, his body pressed against yours and his hands on your back, your hips move in sync as if you both had a muscle memory that had been dormant for a whole year and was immediately reawakened as soon as your bodies met again.

“God, baby, I want you so bad” he whispers in your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth and nibbling at it.

You shiver at the sensation, feeling your head empty and you body overflowing with desire.

“Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” He teases and you nod.

You push your way to the crowd and it’s like a deja-vu that hits you and leaves you numb, he holds you close to him as you walk down the wooden plank path lined with umbrellas and sun loungers that leads to the seashore.

You get halfway down the path when he stops and looks you in the eye “I’ve missed this” If you were completely lucid you’d think that was a bit of a stretch considering you’ve only seen each other once but right now you’re blinded and needy and incredibly horny for him.

He kisses you, lacing his lips with yours, insinuating his tongue into your mouth, feverishly searching for yours. He’s ravenous, just like you remembered him.

You both gasp and when you pull away you laugh softly looking at each other. There is indeed an inexplicable chemistry between the two of you, there is no denying it.

“Shall we sit down?” he murmurs and leads you to one of the loungers.

You continue to kiss as if you were drinking from each other's mouths in a desperate attempt to quench your thirst.

His lips are gorgeous, soft as a feather pillow, fiery as hell, they taste deliciously of tequila and strawberry syrup like the shot you just had.

The music and the crowd are far away, everything around is isolated and silent except for the sound of waves in the distance. The sand has crept into your shoes but you don't care. The sea breeze makes you shiver pleasantly in his arms, it’s all so confusing but beautiful. Joel makes you lie down next to him on the lounger.

You feel so good in his arm, all wrapped around you as he explores every inch of your exposed skin, fingertips a little bit calloused, thick just like you remembered.

The sound and the vibration of his groans into your mouth are so addictive and make you wet instantly.

So wet it’s almost embarrassing.

“I want…” he mumbles and you purr “what?”

“I want to eat you out, babe” he says in a breath

“Here?” Your eyes widen and you feel immediately alarmed. “What if someone see us?!”

“There’s not a soul here, they’re all at the party, no one will see us” he reassures you “If you don’t want it though…”

“Oh no, i want it” you nod repeatedly “I want it so bad” you tug at his shirt looking at him in his damn puppy eyes .

“Okay…” you whisper, still unsure but eager at the same time.

The lounger is is reclined, so it allows you to lean up to your back on the backrest, he lies on his stomach at the bottom of it, with his legs dangling out on either side.

He lifts your skirt and stares at your wet panties. “Still soaking wet for me,” he grins.

You should be ashamed of yourself for indulging in with this guy again? Probably, but it’s not like you give a damn right now. You only want to feel his tongue on your cunt. Playing with your clit.

So you smile, you giggle and let yourself sink into this mess.

He lowers on you leaving a kiss on the wet spot on your underwear and suddenly stick out his tongue to lick it. Just a little flick that leaves you needy and hot.

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” You ask impatiently, your arousal deepening your voice.

He laugh and shake his head “Would you like that?” There’s something a little bit too bold about him, a cocky undertone that you’re not bothered to address right now, you’re still yourself though and you’re not one to do so many ceremonies when it comes to sex.

So you reply “Oh shut up, use this tongue of yours to make me scream already”

He smirks and punctuates “Bossy, huh? I love it” and then he lowers over your pussy and licks again at your panties, a long lap this time, grazing lightly at your clit with his teeth. His eyes are still fixed on yours as his tongue moves over his lower lips, savoring the taste of your cunt “so fucking sweet, babe.”

He slides his fingers into the sides of your panties and slowly pulls them down as you lift your hips to help him.

“Fuck, baby, it’s even better than I thought… I can’ stop looking at her”

His fingers run up your thighs, brushing your skin, they get closer to your center without stopping to stare at it “I was right to want to eat you out last time. God, look at her…” and he runs a finger over your folds “perfect..so perfect.”

You can read eagerness and desire in his eyes, and it makes you feel even less inclined to wait, it’s been a while since anyone's done this to you, your toy is very efficient but you reluctantly have to admit that it's not like feeling a man between your thighs.

He finally presses his lips to your clit and you moan, moan loudly and Joel laughs “You horny little thing”

His tongue runs the entire length of your pussy, from bottom to top and stops again on your clit, swirling above it.

“Yes, oh my god YES”

You should try to be quieter but you can't, not when Joel has decided to devour you, opening your folds with two fingers and dipping his tongue inside you, his nose bumping against your clit giving you shocks of pleasure that shake your whole body.

You squirm and you feel his big hand grabbing your hip, holding you in place “be a good girl, let me do my job” he pulls away from you for just a moment and you can barely see him down there but you can feel every single motion so intensely, his scruffy beard deliciously scratching on your skin so clearly, your senses other than sight so incredibly amplified that you almost begin to appreciate being eat out in the dark, you don’t even care about being busted.

You should really stop walking on this dangerous path but the contrast between the fresh air and Joel's warm mouth is driving you crazy, you feel a ringing in your ears, a tingling sensation that envelops you, you want more.

“Mmm baby, I want to drink you all. I want to dig so deep into you you would think that no one will ever make you feel this good again”

There is an underlaying claim in his voice, a need to be praised and recognized, a need to know for sure that he’s doing the best you can ask for so you heap praise on him, burying a hand in his curls, pushing him into your pussy, bucking your hips regardless his large hand digging in your skin, probably leaving bruised that would be your honor badge tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking great, Joel OH. FUCK. Please don’t stop don’t stop dontstop” and your words die a little in your throat as you try to not fall into his rabbit hole, but it’s too late.

You’re there when he makes his way into you with two of his thick fingers, curling them up, reaching for that inner spot that makes you see stars, knuckles deep into you pumping your pleasure up. His lips close on your clit sucking it into his mouth.

His mouth is soft, experienced, licks and sucks on your butterfly wings in purposeful movements, attentive but relentless as a man starved.

You can feel your juice flowing through your folds, dripping on your thighs and Joel’s tongue searching for every drop of it, digging into your hole, flicking on your bud, caressing your outer lip, you feel like he’s everywhere on you and you’re just seconds away from exploding.

“Yeah baby, give it to me, let me see how wild you can be, let me know how gushed you can get”

Your head spins at the sounds of his words and it gets even worse when his hand moves to your breasts over your top and bra searching for your nipple, his fingertips brushing it while he continues to hold his mouth laced with your pussy.

You whine and tug at his hair, calling his name repeatedly like a litany as he circles around your clit again in sync with his fingers filling your hole and you lay down your metaphorical weapons and indulge in a devastating orgasm.

It washes over you like waves of a stormy sea, making you drown completely into that deep part of you that just wants to feel that exquisite filthy hurricane run over you.

He keeps drinking at you until your body calms down and your moans fade away little by little, giving you back the ability to breathe normally.

“Fuck” you gasp “Holy fucking fuck”

Joel laughs “Something tells me you liked it, don’t you?”

He helps you fixing your panties and comes back up next to you and brings his fingers coated in your juice to your lips, smearing it over them “lick them clean, baby, taste how sweet you are”

You welcome his fingers up to the knuckles, wrapping them with your tongue, sucking greedily “such a good girl for me”

When he makes them pop out of your lips, you move closer to him and hide your face in the warmth of his chest while his hand caresses your back.

You're not thinking about anything, not about your friends who will be looking for you nor about how you should have said no to all of this, your head is only full of what he just made you feel.

And you feel the need to return the favor, the burning desire to taste him like you didn't last time.

You move to the bottom of the lounger, sitting on your heels and letting him lean his back against the backrest like you did before.

“Now it’s my turn.” You coo

“Are you sure?”

“I’m 100% sure” you can glimpse a sparkle in his eyes even if it’s dark as you put your hand over the bulge in his denim cargo shorts “someone is going to have a treat tonight, I’m fucking good at it” you murmur as you rub it over the fabric and he gasps at your touch then smirking and saying “yeah? you think you can handle this in your mouth?”

“You bet I can” you reply, your voice playfully offended.

“Then show me how good you are, baby” he order in a hushed tone.

Your fingers play with the button of his shorts, undoing it an instant later and unzipping, putting them down to his knees as he helps you moving his hips hastily.

Your hand is on his bulge again, massaging through the fabric and you see him swallowing and trying to take a long breath and you can see his pearly white teeth in the dark framed by a his mouth tug into a smile. You lower his underwear as well, just enough to pull his cock out, hard and throbbing already. It’s even bigger than you remembered, the most amazing thick, long, straight shaft you’ve ever seen.

His balls are big too, they hang heavy underneath.

It should belong in an erotic museum or something, someone should produce dildos inspired by Joel's cock.

The prominent veins along its length make you salivate and its big, red, swollen tip immediately compels you to lick it, a little kitty lick just to taste his precum that is already dripping from him.

It’s salty and musky as invades your mouth, it makes you even more needy.

He’s silent, just trying not to lose it already you suppose, the anticipation could be cut with a knife right now, it floats in the air like a thick fog between you.

You wrap your lips around his tip, swirling around it with your tongue, and then you go down on him, more and more, taking all you can in your mouth, it’s heavy and hot and intoxicating, you can deny that you’re imagining how good it would be if he also fills your pussy afterwards. Your cunt throb wildly between you legs as it reaches the back of your throat and your nose bumps into his curls.

You feel tears stinging your eyes and you blink them back along with your gag reflex, wrapping your hand at the base and starting working your mouth over his cock a moment after. Your head goes graciously up and down, licking and sucking, focusing on the redden mushroom.

It might be intimidating for someone but not for you, you’re thrilled by the challenge.

He grunts and whines bucking his hips into you hissing “fuck yeah, suck it baby, just like that… you’re doing so good” his voice sounds like it comes from a cave, deep and raspy.

You take it out of your mouth holding it with your hand and go down to lick one of his balls, it’s a little bit too hairy for your liking but you won’t whine about it. You swirl your tongue around it, take it between your lips and suck, feeling him move beneath you. Run your tongue up from the base to the tip, rubbing it with your hand, up and down on his silky skin coated in your saliva.

You pop it out again and you hold it with both of your hands because it’s this long and big and you can rub the entire length this way, he writhes uncontrollably under your touch and you bite your lower lip, you’re loving making him so desperate. You can even hear it in his labored breathing and you can’t resist going down on his tip again, so red and swollen you could swear he’s about to spurt in your face if you’re not fast enough to get out of the way.

His voice is now so broken and distraught that he can pull off only a sequence of “fuck" and “OH MY GOD” and you’re feeling pride rise in your chest. Still fucking good at it, like you said.

You put it in your mouth again, sucking on it like the most amazing lollipop you’ve ever had and little streaks of saliva slip down your chin, pooling at his base.

You’re probably under a spell because no cock has ever felt so tasty in your mouth, you just can’t stop. And you don’t, until you feel him squirting long strings of semen onto the roof of your mouth and down your throat.

His moans fill your ears as his spending is filling your mouth and your clit ache terribly.

You suck him clean and he relaxes between your lips.

“Fuck, you weren't lying.” he whispers and you proudly reply “I told you so”

“Come here, you little slut” and you laugh ‘cause even this slur feels good. Fuck this guy.

You move in his arms again. You hide your face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent and he says “Just give me a minute, we’re not done yet.”

You look at him, raising an eyebrow “Oh yeah?”

“As long as you let me fuck you” he says simply “it’s your choice, baby” and those words are enough to make you gushing in your panties again.

“Good job, mister, you asked very nicely” you coo and he smiles taking your lips again in a sweet gentle kiss that feels like heaven.

He’s crumbling your beliefs to not have sex with strangers. Well, technically, he’s not a total stranger and you’re never been so horny before.

The two of you kiss for a while until he asks you to straddle him. You pull his shorts down to his ankles so they’re out of the way and you do. You take his cock in your hand and feel it hardening again, his eyes fixed on you.

You smile mischievously at him as you pull your panties aside and begin to move down on him, keeping one hand at the base of his cock.

You're soaked but you still have to proceed slowly, inch by inch his shaft makes his way inside you, he grunts as he feels your walls widen for him, stretching your core.

He's trying hard to let you do it and not move his hips but you can feel his cock throbbing, it burns a little at first but quickly the sensation turns into a pleasant warmth.

“You’re good?” He asks and you instantly reply “Yes, yes, I feel so full”

“Right, so full of me, baby” he says huskily.

You take a deep breath as you begin to move on top of him, your clit rubbing against his bush, his hand squeezes your hip over your dress, his hand squeezes your hip over your dress, accompanying your thrusts “Yes, just like that, baby, keep going” He’s bucking his hips into you, sinking deeper and deeper into your pussy, you’re on the verge of losing your mind and you just lower your dress and bra and reveal your breasts, you grab his arm and put one of his hands on your breast “touch me” you beg him between moans “touch me, please”

“FUCK” he cuss as he grabs your tit and squeezes it, your nipples rubbing against his palm, you continue to ride him and feel your fluids slipping out of you, wetting your thighs and sliding over his skin.

You place your hand on him, moving it in circles with his, seeking more friction and he takes up the invitation, rubbing harder on your bud.

“You feel so good, so fucking good baby” he groans “go ahead, choke my cock”

You whimper, placing your hands on the lounger and leaning your back backwards while you fasten your pace.

He pushes into you relentlessly, you keep moving swinging your hips, you feel him slamming against your cervix just right in this position, again and again in lewd squelching sounds.

“I'm coming, I'm coming Joel,” you stammer.

“I feel it, I feel it baby, come for me, come all over my cock”

Your cunt clench around him, you feel delirious, totally cock drunk, and yet you can't help but place a hand on your clit, jerking it furiously “Oh my God yes- Fuck - yesyesyes” you’re a babbling mess and Joel too, neither of you are thinking anymore about the fact that you are out in the open and someone might see you, you’re loud and frantic and a moment later you’re gushing over his cock, your orgasm dripping all over him.

“Where do you want me?” he asks in a broken voice

“Inside”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes - FUCK - I'm on the pill” It's true, you started this year due to some period problems you had “Fill me up - just - fuck - fill me up, please” you mutter.

A couple more thrusts and he explodes inside you, painting your walls, squeezing your hips tightly, his fingers buried in your flesh.

He keeps thrusting into you until he’s calm and then slips out and takes you in him arm. You abandon your head against his chest, feeling his seed slowly trickling down and it’s a sensation you never experienced before, you’re not used to make guys come inside but Joel it just felt right. You don’t even feel drunk anymore, you’re drunk on him.

“God darling, that was so amazing,” he whispers as he kisses your hair and holds you tight.

And you smile. You smile like an idiot, a totally well pleased idiot though.

And just when you're thinking that nothing could ruin this moment you hear voices approaching from the seashore, you look at Joel with wide eyes and you dress faster than the light and run across the sand to return to the party. Was it someone returning from a night walk? The police? You'll never know. You stop as soon as you reach the end of the walkway, you look at each other and laugh out loud while you feel your heart beating like a drum in your chest.

“Fuck” you hiss under your breath “I hope they didn't see us!”

“Maybe they enjoyed the show” Joel says mischievously.

You are officially sober after the scare, you slap Joel's arm laughing and rolling your eyes "come on, mister exhibitionist, help me find my friends" You take his hand and you make your way towards the DJ console, where luckily you find the girls again. They all open their eyes wide when they see you come back with him but your smile this time tells them a different story.

They don't even ask you where you were and you rush to apologize for leaving without warning.

They look at each other, still suspicious and you can understand why, they love you and don't trust Joel. Joel for his part smiles at everyone and introduces himself, casual and self-confident as if they didn't know what happened last year.

You talk to them for a bit and you think he really knows his stuff because your friends seem a lot less nervous than before, in the meantime you see a boy with dark hair approaching, he has a mustache and a bit of a beard and features that resemble Joel's.

He taps Joel on the arm and exclaims "Hey! Where the fuck were you?"

Joel immediately turns to him and it's clear that he knows him "Hey Tommy! Um... actually, I was with her"

Tommy shifts his gaze to you and his big dark eyes scrutinize you carefully as he shakes your hand "Nice to meet you, Tommy, this idiot's brother"

Oh.

You didn't know he had a brother, he never told you about him. In your new state of sobriety you realize that you haven't talked about a damn thing.

You were so euphoric that you didn't think about it until now.

Tommy is slightly shorter but just as attractive, you smile warmly at him and he smiles back but then turns back to Joel “me and the others are going home, are you coming?”.

Joel sadly replies “yeah, sure, just give me a minute”.

He takes your hand and you move away from them a little, you look into his eyes and think that maybe you could think of getting lost in that look, despite your lack of faith in relationships and especially in men.

“I have to go” he says squeezing both your hands in his “do you think I can use your number this time?” He has such a sweet look that you can only say “yes, sure” and you kiss him again, feeling like you’re in one of those stupid romantic comedies.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Joel whispers when you break the kiss.

He smiles with his whole face, eyes crinkled at the edges and lips curved into a smirk. He’s so damn beautiful.

You walk back to Tommy and your friends and Joel says “we can go” turning back to you and smiling at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. You feel your knees buckle and a tiny twinge in the corner of your heart at the thought that he lives 3 hours away and you don’t know when you’ll see him again. It doesn’t matter, you think, it’s worth it.

You and your friends grab your stuff behind the DJ booth, say goodbye, and head out to the parking lot. You know they're all waiting until you get to the car to pepper you with questions and giggles.

You feel like you're walking on a cloud.

The parking lot is pretty big and dark at this hour, you hear voices coming from some cars to the left and at first you don’t pay attention, then you clearly hear “Holy shit Joel!” and you stop.

It’s Tommy’s voice and from his tone he doesn’t seem happy.

You stay still without making any noise, hoping that the darkness will come to your aid.

“What do you plan on telling Tess when that girl calls you? Are you going to keep this a secret from her? Are you going to leave her?”

Your heart freezes.

No, not again.

“She’s been your girlfriend for three years, for Christ’s sake.”

You don’t hear Joel’s response, just Tommy screaming.

And you don’t care, he still has a girlfriend. Joel still has a girlfriend, even though he swore he’d dumped her.

You don't need to know anything else. You take your phone out of your bag, scroll through your contacts and block his number.

Your unaware friends have already reached the car and are putting their bags in the back seat. You reach them before they can call you out loud and slide into the back seat next to the bags, while they argue about who should sit in front you close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

You don't have the strength to admit that you were wrong, you don't have the strength to see them sad for you.

Sometimes life doesn't go the way we want it to, you'll swallow this morsel too in the end. It's just more bitter than you expected.

You're not shaking, it's just a little bit of you that's gone.

[hutaoscoffinn]

Can I get a nsfw drabble/headcanons for elysia with afab reader pls?

Deepbreath when I say I have been waiting for an Elysia request since the day I switched to an Elysia theme. You, anon, are an angel thank you for requesting my PINK WIFE

Warnings: NSFW, switch themes, dom and sub Elysia, dom and sub reader, aka switch! Elysia, switch! Reader, wlw themes, afab! Reader, reader has a vagina, Elysia is horny as she should be, mentions of toys, pleasure dom! Elysia

Character: Elysia

Requests: OPEN

Elysia is a switch and I will shout it from the rooftops until the DAY I DIE

Like this woman breathes in fucking switch like ohmygod she’s just *chef’s kiss*

As a sub Elysia is whiny, cute, and can get a little bratty

She loves praise so so so much so please sing her praises and in response she will sing you a song with her pretty moans

Her main kink is her praise kink

She melts whenever you call her your good girl or your good little princess she just can’t help herself

She will go to lengths just to get those praises that is how weak Elysia is to them like good lord please praise this woman as much as you can she loves it

When Elysia is subbing she tends to be on the giving side

Elysia loves to show her affection for others through gifts and kind words which transfers seamlessly into the bedroom

She loves going down on you and eating you out, loving it even more when you praise her while she does so

When shes subbing she honestly prefers to eat you out a lot

She likes the power dynamic that naturally ensues whenever you sit on her face or hold her against your cunt and tell her what to do

Add in some praises and she absolutely melts into a puddle

That being said Elysia also enjoys her fair share of pleasure when she is subbing

Given that she loves to pleasure you no matter what role she takes, this means that she is a sucker for sixty-nineing

Especially if you two make it into a competition to see who reaches orgasm first

Of course she will always enjoy you giving her pleasure without letting her give you any in that moment in return

You could even use this as a pseudo punishment in a way

Elysia loves giving so much that she is more than willing to skip out on receiving if it means taking you to heaven

So giving her orgasm after orgasm without letting her do the same to you is just torture for her but of course, she still enjoys it

Especially if her reward is to settle between your legs for a while

As a dom Elysia is absolutely a certified pleasure dom

She becomes extremely teasing and is extremely different from the whiny, begging submissive she tends to be

She will hardly touch you at all for a few minutes, sending you on edge as you wait for the brush of her fingers over your skin

Once she’s had her fun with teasing you, she will do everything in her power to overstimulate you

That includes having you sit on her face but the twist being shes in full control of everything

Holding your legs open as she eats you out as much as she wants to until you are a shaking, whining, sobbing mess

Teasing your clit with her fingers until you are so close to your orgasm that all it takes is a little push for you to tumble right over the edge

She uses toys and toys galore, having a vast collection of vibrators that she is extremely proud of

Along with her toys she also has several different outfits ranging from her iconic maid outfit look to some sexier pieces of lacy lingerie

Many of which are in her signature pastel pink color of course

Nothing about Elysia is vanilla in bed which show’s especially strongly when she is in her more domineering moods

So good luck trying to keep up with her

She has a high sex drive paired with her need to see you withering and sobbing her name because of the intense pleasure only she can bring you

So good luck

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #5: You ride TXT Soobin on a chair in this steamy scene

Member: TXT Soobin

Content: Sitting, Riding, Sensual, Female orgasm

Type: STEAMY

Word Count: 1k

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

Soobin's tall, slim and naked body is lounged on a chair, a satisfied expression on his face. Relaxed, yet excited, he smirks in your direction. He watches you with great interest as you strip for him, to the tune of a slow song playing from your phone.

When you're naked too, you approach him slowly and sensually. You smile at him as he leans back in the chair and looks up at you, then reach down to grab his hard cock.

Gently, you massage it while swaying your body back and forth to the music. Soobin's smirk quickly goes away. He's mesmerized by your body, and your hand between his legs.

“Wanna fuck me?” you ask seductively.

“Yeah,” Soobin whimpers and smiles back, mouth half open. He’s entirely under your spell. You know that you're the one in control.

His long arms are hanging down his sides, but when you position yourself over him and spread your legs, he raises them and gently holds your hips. You feel his eyes exploring all of you, and his hands on you as they glide up and down your thighs and waist.

You rest your hand on his shoulder. When you lean in and reach down between your legs, he buries his face in your chest. He kisses your breast, and plays around with his tongue around your nipple. You feel his warm breath and the cold saliva as it dries on your skin.

To tease him, you stroke his cock but stop short of lowering yourself onto it. He'll get what he wants eventually, but not before you've had a little fun.

When you play around with your fingertips on the head of his shaft, he closes his eyes and moans. You wrap your arm around his head, lean in further, and press your breasts against his face. He seems to love feeling all of you this close, and for a moment his hands fall back down beside his body.

“You wanna fuck me?” you ask again and grin.

“Yeah,” he says, a little louder this time. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

Your thighs are starting to shake, and you decide to finally give him what he wants. With one arm around his neck and the other in front of your stomach, you guide his dick with your fingers and slowly lower your body onto it. The head finds your vagina, and you both let out a long, lustful breath as it slides inside you.

Deeper and deeper, his shaft is swallowed whole. When you sit down on his lap and he's completely inside you, and you can finally relax the muscles in your legs.

You watch as his facial expressions change. When he penetrated you, he shut his eyes and grimaced. Now, he relaxes his face and opens his eyes, and looks longingly into yours. You know he desires you.

When he's as far inside you as he'll get, you straighten your back and tighten your arm around his shoulder. You pull him toward you and give him a kiss.

He kisses you back, and you begin to make out. You start rolling your hips, rocking your ass back and forth on his lap.

He straightens his back and wraps his arms around you. The kissing intensifies, but when your rocking movements pick up the pace, you both stop kissing altogether.

Your lips are still close together. He's panting heavily into your mouth, and you into his, as you ride him passionately.

You place your palm firmly on his back, and grab his hair with the other. You tilt your head back, close your eyes and pant into the air, while his face is buried in your neck and your breasts press against his cheek.

His hands eventually come down and find your ass cheeks. He pushes and pulls on them to aid your movements, causing you to go faster still. His shaft feels so good inside you, and your mind goes blank. He always has a soothing effect on you, and all your worries disappear when he's inside you.

You begin to moan, because you know it turns him on. The louder you get, the tighter his hands squeeze your ass. Soon, you're going so fast that you stop rolling, and start bouncing. He tilts his head down and your breasts rub against his face as they bounce along with the rest of you.

Soobin begins to groan, and you know that means he's close to coming. He sucks your nipple while holding his breath and grimacing, another sign he's about to release.

But he also knows not to finish before you do, and you know that the sucking means that he's working hard to hold back. He's always been good that way.

When your own orgasm approaches, you moan louder still. “Ah, Soobin,” you say. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Soobin, uh, uh, uh.

Soobin is working hard to hold back, while simultaneously giving you everything he's got. He's relieved when you suddenly announce: "Ah, Soobin, I'm coming. Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming! Soobin, Soobin, Sooooobiiin!”

You're so in sync, your orgasms match up perfectly. When your body jolts and you feel a sensational, undescribeable rush shoot through your body, Soobin can't hold back any longer.

“Ungh!” he exclaims, while grimacing hard into your breasts and squeezing your ass tighter than ever.

To keep your own high running, and to make Soobin's as pleasurable as possible, you keep bouncing up and down and hold on tight around him. You pull his hair and tilt his head back, and look down at him as he fills you up with his load.

“Uhhngnn, uuuhh,” he repeats in long, drawn-out breaths as he empties himself inside you. He opens his eyes and looks longingly into yours.

When he's done, you smile at each other as your bodies slow down and begin to relax.

You kiss, and let out deep breaths of air as you come down from your respective highs. Soobin leans back on the chair, and you collapse in his arms. You hug him tight while he's still inside you.

“I love you baby,” he whispers in your ear.

“I love you too,” you say and kiss his neck.

[good-to-drive]

Weedkiller and healing from the overturning of Roe v. Wade

This album is so healing and cathartic and I haven’t been able to stop listening to it on repeat since it came out. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so seen or understood in my entire life, and I just need some room to rant about it lol. Fair warning that this is pretty long.

When the news about Roe v Wade came out I was so angry and upset I couldn't stop shaking. I truly never thought I would live to see this happen. I felt disgusted and afraid and angry and violated, and it felt like no one cared or understood just how horrific and repulsive this is for people with female bodies. Every time I hear about another state restricting abortion rights or refusing to track maternal mortality rates or making birth control harder to access I want to vomit. I know pro-lifers think we're just being dramatic when we say these things, but it's so visceral and horrific to have your bodily autonomy taken away, to feel like you're being crushed by this huge machine that neither knows nor cares that you're a sentient being, not just a vessel. It truly gives me the same feeling that you experience when you watch a movie with body horror and gore. It's not political, it's as intensely personal as anything can be. And although I could find plenty of people expressing sadness at this situation, I couldn't find anything that captured this visceral horror and disgust that is so overwhelming all the fucking time. I felt lost and wrong, like I was less than human in this society and a fool for not knowing my place before. Like the disgust and horror I was feeling made me disgusting because no one else seemed to be feeling it. I think, like most of us with a female body, I felt that I had no right to be horrified that I was being reduced to flesh for men to use, like I should’ve already known that’s all I was.

This album did more than encapsulate and validate that horror. It wrapped it up into a little ball and took aim at it and blasted it into pieces, and left me seething mad and ready to rip the world a new one. World Eater alchemized this horror into a tangible enemy, a machine that kills for pleasure, and WEEDKILLER let me smash that machine to pieces. You Make Me Sick! let me scream to the world that I’m mad, I’m disgusted, I’m dangerous, and I’m allowed to be. Chokehold Cherry Python was like Daisy on steroids, the avenging angel returned darker and more disturbed because the world she inhabits is sicker than we knew. Worms is hysteria and numbness all at once, when the world makes you vomit until you’re dry heaving and only able to laugh at how absurdly cruel this life really is. Cheerleader let me take pride in my femininity without feigning weakness. And Possession of a Weapon made me feel like a dark, wounded goddess, my body grotesquely reduced to pieces in someone else’s chess game, but still in possession of the pussy weapon, the vagina dentata that disgusts and frightens the people who want our bodies to be pliable and abusable.

And then there’s songs like Super Soaker, Moonlight Magic, and Don’t Look At It that express queer female sexuality without shame, because even in an apocalyptic cyberpunk wasteland we’re still only human and our desires deserve to be celebrated. And Want It All, which makes me remember that however fucked up this life is I still want every last piece of it, even the ones that hurt.

The most emotional songs on the album for me were Miss Nectarine and Dying Star. Miss Nectarine is such a delicate and beautiful story about a vulnerable time of life, and so heartbreaking and moving. I think a lot of us relate to the experience of discovering a piece of ourselves that our immediate world is hostile to, and wanting to be strong enough to save ourselves and the ones we love from this reality – wanting to play hero – but being crushed and heartbroken instead. That feeling of powerlessness and heartbreak is especially visceral for me right now, wondering if I or someone I love will be put through forced pregnancy or even killed because of this new political reality I never thought I’d live to see.

Dying Star as the last track was so unexpected, but so, so necessary. It’s like this album transformed my fear and self recrimination into righteous fury, but at the last moment instead of being consumed by it I was given a chance to want something soft. To want the world to listen to me when I say “ouch”, to mourn the magic in me that was drained away even when I repressed myself and behaved like a lady and very politely asked not to be killed. To feel not just angry but hurt that even when I shrink myself and try to be what I’m supposed to be the world still grinds me under its heel. The anger doesn’t drain away – the anger is legitimate, the anger is allowed – but I’m allowed to be gentle, too. To have longing. To have a broken heart. To dream of something or someone that could soothe this pain. The legislation around female bodies is like a dying star, collapsing in on itself and creating this black hole of howling horror and fear. I have been trapped in its orbit, circling and circling the same pain, and breaking orbit might pull me apart but it’s what I truly want. At least, it is now that Ashnikko has allowed me to feel my rage and my disgust and my power and my helplessness, to own them without shame, and then to look beyond them and search for something more.

Sorry this is such a novel, I’ve just been so emotional about this album ever since it came out. The very first time I heard Ashnikko I just knew that finally someone got it. Finally there was a person out there who wasn’t forcing theirself to play nice or perform femininity in the way that was expected. Who wasn’t ashamed of being exactly who they were, feminine and masculine energies combined, expressing gender and the lack thereof in ways that I had never seen before but that felt intuitively right. And honestly this album took it even further. I am so freaking grateful that Ash released this, listening to it was a journey but it was a journey that healed my heart.

Ashnikko, if you ever read this, thank you so much.

[pronouncingitwang]

[VD: A 2.5 minute tiktok by montessori.boy. Two guys are on a couch, starting to undress for sex, when offscreen, their friend Julia yells, "Gay!" She runs in and the guys sit down quickly. Julia runs in and says, "Taylor Swift just released a new song, and she's coming out!"

Guy 2: As a lesbi- Julia: Yes, as a lesbian! G2: Okay. J: She's always been! G1: Okay! [laughing] Alright! Jesus!

Julia casts her Spotify to the TV, showing a song called "Rainbow Dress" with cover art as Swift singing and wearing a white jacket with a rainbow across the chest and sleeves.

J: It's called "Rainbow Dress."

The song starts. It has a tuneless backing track and "Taylor" has a weak, offkey voice. Julia jams out to the song while the guys look skeptical. They all talk over and comment on the song as it plays.

Taylor: Hot summer June / sleepless afternoons- J: June! T: Wearing my rainbow dress / so full of pride G2: Is this Taylor? She sounds bad. J: Listen! G2: Like, the vocals sound bad. T: What's hidden inside / Jonathan Van Ness J: Jonathan Van Ness! Guys: Okay. It's gay. J: It's her best friend.

T: I wanna have straight sex / at the gay pride parade- G1, frowning: That said straight sex? G2: That's not so gay. G1: This doesn't sound that gay. T: Just normal sex / Nothing too weird- J: She's at the gay pride parade! G1: It's very confusing, this song. G2: Yeah. T: A regular hunk with a beard / I wish there was straight pride at the gay pride parade- The guys grimace and shrug. G1: Come on. G2: That's like a right wing talking point.

The music stops. J: If you guys aren't going to listen, I'm going to stop playing it! Guys: Okay, alright. It's- We'll listen, we'll listen. We're gonna listen. J: She's talking about being at the gay pride parade! G2: If this is supposed to be her song where she's coming out, why did she talk so much about straight pride? J, serious: You have such a limited view of gender. Guys: Oh, yeah. J, livid: You snivelling fucks. G1: Let's listen to the next verse. J: The second verse is gayer. G1: Alright, let's listen. J: You guys are gonna like it.

The music restarts. Guys: Who produced this? T: I dream about your sweat- J: I think it's Jack Antonoff Guys: Sounds really bad. T: Dripping down your balls- Guys: [snort] You like this? T: A sparkling chandelier inside your shorts- J: She's really good at allegory Guys: Julia, are you okay? J: It's an allegory for queer love. G2: The balls line? T: I'm lost without a compass / [J is mouthing along] when I can't smell your balls- Guys: Ew! That's like, disgusting T: Your balls are like a compass to my nose- G2: What is this? Pause- pause this. What the fuck is this?

The music pauses. J: Are you guys gonna talk the whole time? G2, laughing: I don't get it! I don't get what you're trying to do with this. J, dead serious: Where is she dancing in the song? Guys: She's at the gay pride parade. Julia gives a "told you so" shrug. G2: Alright, let's listen to the-

The music starts again. J: It's fucking gay. This next part- okay, you're gonna love this part. T: I hate all vaginas- Guys, laughing: Alright. J: It's an allegory! T: Even the one I got- G2: It's not gay at all! G1: It's written by a maniac T: Dudes go down on me / Then they wanna kiss- J: No! It's gay! Guys: It seems really gender essentialist and hateful T: That's disgusting gay shit- J: She has internalized homophobia! T: I am heterosexual- G2: How are we supposed to interpret that?

The music stops. J: You guys are fucking assholes! G1: Okay, you know what? We are being a little bit negative. G2: I agree. She's gay. Uh, you know, maybe she just wasn't that outward about it with this one song. Julia starts shaking exaggeratedly with rage. Guys: Julia? Julia?

Julia shoves Guy 2 against a wall in a chokehold, shouting, "She's gay! I'll kill you!" as Taylor sings "Straight pride..." in the background.

/end VD]

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10.29.24 Wednesday- wash day or washed day? or go down day???

7:11 am

Still,have windblow...

Early fakers Uncle's... Not my ideal life living in the same vicinity with Uncle DD or Uncle Jun... Yeah! Uncle Jun is bringing foodish but still cheap! He changed us for so long like that actor Uncle DD, having a dark deep within...

Thankful for the foodish but it is cheap, we don't have stock in fridge... I can't buy my diet food and my vanity. I miss going to gym...We can't fix the house... The house is no longer presentable... What can I do?

I said even if my bf is my cousin,coz other peks or vagina will say I'm just their cousin! So,what if their house is not perfect! Hey! Peks! I'm the cousin but I have maturity to be on perfection supposed to be... Even if they are just my cousin!

I still have windblow and my old fakers friends are blowing something but still hiding???

Still,my favorite song of Sabrina Carpenter...

There are so many things to explain...

7:25 am

Still,have windblow...

Oh! Shit not shoot! I love that song of Sabrina Carpenter,Good Luck Babe???

Don't you know angels,that is a LOVE TRIANGLE! It is more than a LOVE TRIANGLE!!!

11:19 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel bitterish... I feel fat and ugly....I wanna see my male cousin in blood....I can't get progress... Hating my old fakers friends...

I don't like tomboy who are just damaging my image as well,I mean I noticed some groupings in the society there are short hair tomboys who are as well competing me unfairly...

I feel self-pity... I need money and job... I miss going to gym,I'm so broke...

I feel jealous on my male cousin's if they are being hypnotized by women who hated me... I wanna fuck my male cousin's...

Still, I wanna see Mitch though give her some pause on my male cousin's!

11:27 am

Still,have windblow...

I feel jealous... The most like cousin is my cousin on my Aunt Ten/Tin... But I don't want not to see Gelo and Iver again on something... I hate being replaced... I need a movement like on my favour on Araneta,a money movement not to marry anyone coz it is forbidden...

But I really wanna fuck my male cousin's most specially my male cousin on Aunt Ten/Tin. I'm hating him if he is happy with someone else and the rest of my male cousin's here, I don't want them with some wicked women without us being closer than the water...

It should be blood is thicker than the water...

But Mitch is something else an oil for me, a grease...

I feel so ugly and I feel fat... But when I'm angry Mr Beagle knows the world will shake though I have fats will fuck the one that I need to fuck in the middle... Mitch knew it!!! But Mitch is on pause on my male cousin's .. Until when???

7:32 pm

Still,have windblow...

Stress... I feel bitter!

I feel super bitterish!! Still,have windblow!!!

10:57 pm

Still,have windblow...

I don't wanna talk to Leonor Jacinto coz it is just about Brien's side, she always made me feel low if we are talkin' about Brien... She always lifted up Brien, that why I left Brien... I didn't... She always blame me when Brien did something... She didn't know Brien was a playboy... But I was just quiet.

I was just really avoiding Leonor coz she was the mommy2x friend of Brien and the last time I talked to her it sounded that she blamed me why I left Brien for someone else? Huh? I didn't... This issue is a bit controversy in our high school crowd and some friends in Salitran... It is really a bit long story to tell...

I like Brien as a friend, I knew him ever since high school... When I reached maturity like these days... I just realized that he is not my ideal bf, who always surrounded by many girls...

She ( Leonor ) is calling me now and I'm avoiding her... I wanna see Mitch, I need some explanation... If we are going to talk about Brien, I want everyone present, Jerlyn should be there, Jherome should be there, Villeny,Eric, Karen and my family and some other good old friends and new fucking-less friends...

I remember I know Brien wants a revenge on me angels... I don't know...

My priority these days, I feel bitterish 17 years I couldn't get success... I couldn't get a bf for 17 years... They took away my life for 17 years...

I just realized that when I tried liking new men and even foreigner on virtual, I don't know what is really happening since 2007... Then, nobody likes me since 2007 it was weird... My ego and pride went down and died like these days...

Now, I really like my male cousin's... I'm so serious about this... Most specially my cousin-white on my Aunt Ten/Tin.

I miss having my own crowd... I miss having attention... I miss having friends... I miss being on the scene,where I can be free and move without judgement.

I'm tired of searching for a soul mate that all of them were just looking and observing and left me...

I really wanna have my male cousin in blood...

11:39 pm

Still,have windblow...

I wanna embrace my first cousin angels,most specially my cousin-white on my Aunt Tin/Ten.

I wanna hug Gelo and my other male cousin's...

Oooppss! It is just Tuesday!

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 3~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, readers alias is Solar, protected sex, dub con(reader doesn’t know it’s the same guy he knows it’s us.) P in V, rough sex, kidnapping a kid(in a not so serious way. ((still a serious thing irl) legit shoulda just called the cops, but this is for entertainment purposes XD LOL luv u, but plz don’t do this XD) explicit language

Song Rec: i like the way you kiss me - Artemas

Your arms lock around his hot, silver chain covered neck, he holds you back by the sides. His face turned so your kiss lands on his cheek, “Woah, someone’s eager,” He laughs nervously.

Your heart clenches in guilt, “Sh-shit sorry!” You step back instantly, “I thought that was why you really invited me back…” you smile apologetically.

“It’s all good, I just… Had a weird day,” He stretches up and messes with his dreaded hair. His shirt hem lifts with his arm~

You turn away momentarily, “Uhg! sorry! I still gotta cool off!” now it’s your turn with nervous laughter.

“I could get you some Ice” His laugh this time comes from his belly, it’s that same sound you practically fell in love with at the bar. He really makes you melt, and he’s not even doing anything!

"That might actually help" You spin back around to join in his smiles.

"Gods, you're so hot for little old me, that ice will actually help?" His voice is low and gravely right now.

You cover your heat filled face, "Okay! If you don't wanna fuck This second you better not tease me, Kai!"

"okay okay, hah, 'm sorry," he pats you on the head, looking down at you, "and it has nothing to do with you..." not even he's convinced. Its all to do with you... You're Solar... He's had issues with you interrupting his work for so long now—

Wait—

He's had so much pent up energy towards you, and now you're right here practically begging him to fuck you. As he looks you over, your arms are down holding your hands in each other, your legs press together, and shake with wanting.

"Actually Y/N... Get on the bed."

You almost *Yippeee!* at the development, none the wiser to the villain's newest plot. You jump on the bed, legs rubbing together and already panting.

He grabs a condom from his nightstand.

"Good." as he approaches he sheds clothing, chains tinkling and clinking as he does~ oh gods, your core is burning! "Roll over."

As you do he grabs your ankle and roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed, your body flies back in his grasp as if you weigh as much as a limp rope on the mattress.

He checks you, sliding his fingers between your folds and you're already so wet for him, but he still grabs lube and spreads it over the condom on the outside. He's not planning to be nice, but he isnt cruel.

"oh gods!" you feel the cold lube touch you first, eliciting intense shivers.

"Your pussy is so hot," He pushes in slowly, stretching you as he bottoms out.

"i-is it good?" you gasp with how full you feel. His hand finds your tummy and pushes in, creating so much pressure inside of you, you're already bursting when you cry out "Ah!~"

"So good~" He groans, he hasn't even moved and you're already cumming messily all over his cock. "you must've wanted me so bad, Y/N~"

"I do! I-I Really L-want your cock! Pl-lease!~" You gasp excitedly, your hips moving and shaking and pushing into his hips taking him as deep as you can.

"gods," his voice rumbles through you. His free hand caresses chills into your back as it hikes up your body to your neck, and back down before going back up. His touch is so soft, your shaking under it.

His hand finally stops tickling you and roaming when it finds your neck, he caresses you there just as softly, wrapping around your flesh until he's pulling you up into his chest by just your throat.

Your mouth is open, tiny, hushed little moans leaving freely.

He finally moves his length in you, pulling out agonizingly slow, and then~

*plop!*

He thrusts so hard into you, ripples flow over your flesh.

You swear you'd die if you were anywhere else, but here, right now.

*plop!* *plop!* *slap!* *plop!*

He's using your throat to control your body as he fucks you from underneath, all the muscles in his legs taught with the force he's using.

His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and yours does too as you continue to reach for the mattress, or his hard legs, or anything at all for purchase against his brutal pace but you can hardly reach any of it. He's too tall, so you're just being used as a ragdoll for his pleasure, and you're loosing your mind in the process.

You've lost track of how many times you've came, you were never counting to begin with, they've all been blending amazingly with the building pleasure coil that feels like it'll never snap! You keep wanting more, even thought you definitely are not going to be able you walk after this.

He finally throws you back down onto the mattress and you feel like you can catch your breath for a second until he's ramming into you harder than before using your own hips as a tool to hold you in place. Your whole body jostles with orgasmic waves of pleasure now as he continues fucking you into the mattress chasing his own imminent high. and when he cums, he cums buckets; filling the condom and spilling it out all over your quivering pussy and thighs.

You gasp starting to actually catch your breath with your messed up face pressed into the duvet, when he reaches over you into his nightstand for another condom.

~

He let you use his family shower, you both decided to take them separately, since he seems like he could keep going and you want nothing more than to keep being used by him…

But! You’re here for another reason, not just sex.

Although…

The sex is so~ nice.

*POP*

You feel something hard and hot grinding into your crotch, before you even open your eyes.

You teleported into his literal lap.

at least you don’t have to try and walk back.

“Wow, I was just thinking about you too,” he laughs and caresses up your sides.

You cover your face, “How did you know!?”

“That’s what I was gonna tell you; teleportation, it’s just like summoning. When you think hard enough about something, you just bring it to you, or you to it.”

“It’s that simple?”

“Well, the thing i was gonna actually help you with, was figuring out how you’re gonna start to control your thoughts. It’s -ah-” He sighs under your weight, “It’s different for every person.”

“What about some of the— Wait.” an idea strikes you like a lightning bolt! “What if i think about Sobek! He’s probably doing something pretty dastardly right now! I could just-”

“NO-!”

*POP*

Air rushes around you as you fall back into Kai’s lap.

“Ooof!” his legs close around you, oh shit!

“Sorry!! Oh my gods! are you okay!?”

“Just—my balls” He wheezes.

You climb off of him, legs squishing down into the mattress, rocking him around.

“Huh, why didn’t that work?” you think for a second about Sobek again. Reaaallly hard. His stupid hips, and tiny waist. He looks so hot.

*POP*

You land on top of Kai’s back this time as he’s still hunched over on the bed.

“STOP!” he coughs out in a higher pitched and cracking voice.

“Oh! sorry!! I don’t know why it’s not working!!”

“Maybe h-he’s got like a-shield o-or something…” he had to think fast, and that’s what he came up with.

You think about it for a second, “Yeah you’re probably right. Sorry about falling on you… Do you need some—”

“Get back on the bed.”

A little later~

You decided you’d get more done at central park. In public. since you can’t stop fucking eachother long enough to actually get any thing done.

When you get into your rental car you don’t even notice that keys are already in the ignition.

You definitely didn’t notice—

“Mama? H-hey you’re no my mama!” The cute squeaky voice of a child rings out from the backseat.

“Kai…”

“Y/N…”

You say in unison before slowly turning to look at the less than five year old.

You slowly look back eachother.

And then back at the kid. And then foreword. “Kai… We just kidnapped someone’s kid.” You keep your words quiet.

“What do you mean We!?” He whisper-yells back “It’s your rental we got mixed up!!”

“oooo, if my mama finds out you’re both in trouble…”the kid adds.

“Where-Where abouts is your mommy?” You ask… Hoping the kid knows a street maybe.

“Cony island!!!”

“Okay kid, we definitely did not pick you up at—” You start.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” The kid screeches.

“Okay!!! okay! Cony Island! jeeze.” Kai covers his ears, and yells back at the child.

“No! why would we take the kid to—”

“If you take me to Cony Island, I’ll tell my mama dis was allllll a misstake.” they’re blackmailing you now. a child.

You drive, weaving down busy streets through skyscrapers until you make it to the East coastline, the ferris wheel noticeable from where you are already.

The kid bounces in the backseat with excitement. It’s really quite cute actually. They are just so innocent and tiny. Even though they’re BLACKMAILING YOU. Oh well. What’s the harm in some carnival time?

You and Kai each take a hand of the child, leading them to the bridge, careful not to let them wander even the slightest bit away from you both.

You’re smiling at all the lively and noisy people around you, while Kai is a little too focused on only you. He doesn’t notice a tent pole he walks straight into it, or a couple of people that he shoulder checks.

The way your smile is lighting up the open air, and your swinging your hand with a smiling happy kid that isn’t even yours.

Now he’s shy.

He was so angry earlier, and now he just can’t believe that your the same person that’s always getting in his way.

You take the kid on the tea cups while Kai watches, he isn’t much into spinning rides, he says.

He grabs some cotton candy and an elephant ear; his favorite sweet. The cinnamon sugar over an airy, crusty deliciously fried thin bit of bread! MM!!

he’s enjoying himself when you and the kid sway over to him while giggling, neither of you can walk straight after how fast you had been spinning the little cup.

He can’t help but laugh along with you. The kid reaches up for Kai, as if to say “up!”

He gives the kid the rest of his sweets and their little chubby face lights up! It’s just darling! Then he picks the little one up, and holds him against his side. The kid is spilling cinnamon sugar and sticky sweetness all over Kai’s nice black jacket, but he doesn’t care. It’s a beautiful day and he gets to spend it with you…

He can’t help but be infected by your joy in such a weird circumstance.

“Seconds stweet” they say as you walk to a game booth that had the kid’s eyes glued to a stuffed toy.

“Yes! Thank you!! we’ll win you this prize and take you home, sound good kid?” You ask them.

“Yus! Thank you for today!” They say with big cute bright eyes. “mm gettin sweepy” They’re little head drapes over Kai’s shoulder. Both of your hearts thump! it’s just too cute!

You throw a couple darts, hitting and popping every balloon. The man hands you a giant teddy bear, and you carry it and the now sleeping child back to the car.

When you make it back you explain to the worried parents that prove it’s their child by the car documents and their ID’s matching. You may have kidnapped the kid, but you didn’t want to give them to the wrong people!

The parents seem less mad and more just thankful their child is safe and happily napping in their car seat.

They tell you to leave, understandably. You both nod and go to your actual rental. Where you have to pull your keys out of your pocket this time to drive away.

You both sigh out shaky laughs.

“We should have probably just called the cops.” You tell each other and laugh more.

You end up back at Cony Island…

Your hands entwined as you just enjoy each other’s company this time… You didn’t really plan this. But you’re both happy in this moment.

The salty air of the dirty beaches nearby, and the beautiful blue sky with just a couple of fluffy little clouds above, has you both smiling peacefully.

You lead him to the ferris wheel as the sun is setting turning the sky hot orange.

you’re holding each others hand, not saying a thing when Kai looks to you, “Be my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“You don’t know me that well though….” You look down, thinking about possibly being a disappointment if he were to find out more about you.

“I want to.” He says, picking up your face to lock eyes with yours. “I want to get to know you. And I want to be exclusive while I do.”

“Woah.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, “I want to know you too, Kai.”

He kisses you, seriously kisses you. Nothing but lips this time, nothing even sexual about it. It’s as if you’re signing a binding contract. The ferris wheel pod rocks as the wheel stops turning. It’s your turn at the top now. But neither of you look out at the world below, you’re too enthralled by each other to even notice.

You breathe in each others’ scent as you pull away. he’s always smelling like sweets. It makes you feel dizzy and giddy.

His hand ghosts down your arm, and goosebumps rise in his wake. The tickle of his featherlight fingers over your flesh, has you gasping. He keeps doing it as your head leans into his shoulder, and your hand hold his free one. The sky darkens in the time it takes you to go around the wheel two more times, until you both are satisfied and tired enough to head back.

He drives you back to your place, and carries your sleepy form inside…

[varazhi]

i hate that i love ice spice think u the shit. it's such a bad song and so crass but that roblox bassline gets my vagina shaking