#i think it's up there with golden experience and soft & wet

[cloudinal]

WHERE IS THE LUNCHMEAT

[shiggyscumrag]

I’m just thinking about being a soft bottom until you really need to get shit done. Also being perceived as a soft bottom but really being a soft top.

Too overstimulated from them eating you out? “Bo please I need a break baby!” You say face red and reduced to pathetic whimpered breaths. Face down ass up always has him hooked. Suddenly dropping your hips to the bed he pulls back face stunned. Turning, you face him before kissing deeply, a little desperate. Without a break he lines up and what you’ve wanted finally begins.

He has you splayed wide? Either ankle in his hands you say? “C’mon baby, touch your clit for me.” Kuroo was such a tease but my god his dick felt like heaven. He’s already came twice while you want your first, but when teasing is around so is edging. You wanted that witty tongue of his on your clit instead of your wet fingers. So you stretch your legs out wider causing his hands to slip. A small look of shock shows on his face before your legs find a spot on either side of his shoulders. Gently pushing him down by his shoulders till he’s face first in pussy. “C’mon Testuro, eat it for me.” Stunned his jaw slacked. He could feel his cock get harder by the second. You using his first name always got him riled up. So before you could say anything else he was eatin away like a feral man.

Tired of missionary? You were each others first, so of course you understand a lack of experience. However, you were becoming a bit bored of missionary. You wanted to try something new for a while but were a little too shy to bring it up. “Kei-“ he cuts you off with a kiss. Kissing back he then pulls away continuing his rhythm. With your legs around his hips and hands on his shoulder you flip him onto his back while still in you. Shocked he kept a deadly grip on your hips and a bewildered look in his golden eyes. Before speaking you start to bounce up and grinding a bit hard on the way down. Tsukishima sighed as his head fell back, grip loosening. “Thought you wouldn’t mind since it feels so good.” Snarky of you, yes, but he loved it. The shit eating grin he wore as confirmation. “Don’t mind at all.”

[hotvintagepoll]

Hello! Do you have a favorite winter recipe? I'm looking to expand my repertoire, because I've only lived in a climate that snows for a couple years, and I don't have enough cozy, bone warming foods!

PS - I keep having to feed my cat pumpkin puree because he has some tummy troubles but he will only eat it if I gently hand feed him with a spoon. Just thought you might enjoy that.

YES HERE IS JOYOUS SOUP

(i have never actually called it joyous soup but it's what i feel everytime i make it and i feel like everyone should make it)

This soup does not have a proper recipe because uhh, my mom is bad with recipes but ALSO this soup truly adapts to whatever you have in your fridge, as long as you have 1) some kind of oil or butter to sautee things with and 2) potatoes. this is the sam gamgee make-it-on-the-side-of-a-mountain-winter soup.

Step 1. Take your potatoes—6 is the ideal but 4 works—and chop them up rough. "What kind of potatoes?" Whatever they have on the side of the mountain, Sam. You now have a bunch of 1" potato chunks or discs (I like discs). I assumed you washed them first but if you forgot you can wash them now.

Step 2. Get your oil or butter sizzling. I use about two tablespoons of butter to start and add more as I go if the potatoes don't look fully covered. I am probably cooking the butter on medium.

Step 3. You're putting the potatoes in the butter. You're pretending to fry them. Watch them get all buttery and golden and a little brown and crispy. You're thinking, man, I could eat these as they are right now. You could do that. Don't. Add garlic and onions if you have them. Add lots.

Step 4. Just as you're like oh MAN these potatoes and garlic and onions look really good fried just like this, you're going to swamp them in water. You're going to stare at what you've done and thought you made a mistake. You have not. The water should just be covering the potatoes and now you've turned the water up to high, staring at your weird sad soup pot, that smells deliciously of butter garlic onions and potatoes.

Step 5. In another saucepan, you are melting more butter (or oil, or what have you) and figuring out what else you have in your cupboard. Carrots? Those can go in. Parsnips could too. Spinach works nicely. Any onions or garlic you forgot can be added again now. Mushrooms are fucking fabulous. Leeks? Sublime. The only veg you should be avoiding are the ones that are secretly fruits (no watery tomatoes or squishy cucumbers) or the ones that you think are insipid (celery).

Step 6. You're chopping all of that up as much as you like and browning it up in the butter. You're also adding whatever spices strike your fancy. I love salt, so that's always going in, but I usually add black pepper and cayenne, and then I get fruity with it and start adding in paprikas and cumins and turmerics or corianders and thymes and basils and parsleys. It all depends on what smells right to you combined with the steams you're making, and how much spice you want kicking you later.

Step 7. How are your boiled potatoes looking? Are they soft yet? Good. Can you stick a fork in them yet, and has the water boiled down to almost nothing? Excellent. How are all your buttery brown vegetables looking? If you want to give up the whole experiment and eat them right out of the pan, it's time to make another mistake and add all your gorgeous browned vegetables to your disastrous wet potato pot.

Step 8. You now have a lot of delicious stuff looking wet and sad in your potato pot. Pour in a bit more water (or veg broth, or stock if you have it) and stir that all up. Let it stew together a bit and combine flavors. Turn it back down to medium so you don’t scorch any of your nice wet veg things. If you're fancy like my mom, you get out an immersion blender here. If you're broke and possess your grandmother's food processor, like me, you're pouring that all into the food processor with the biggest blade you have and turning it into a smoothie. If your concoction seems oddly chunky you need to add more water.

Step 9. Wet sad potato smoothie is not much to look at but now you're adding CREAM. and CHEESE. and MORE SPICES TO YOUR TASTE. If you don't have cream MILK WORKS FINE. If you don't have cheese THAT IS OKAY. If you like your soup with chunks LEAVE OUT SOME OF YOUR VEG NEXT TIME and ADD IT IN HERE. At this point, you have a gorgeous creamy soup that's soft and luscious (that's the potatoes), includes all your favorite veg (that's everything you got out of the fridge), and can go in any number of taste directions depending on what spices you put in (I've made this with Indian spices, English herb garden spices, Mexican spices, Hungarian spices—every time it's delicious and works a different way).

Step 10. I hope you have a lot of bread because you're going to be dipping it in your soup saying :) man this is a nice soup :) and knowing you can make it whenever you have weird leftovers, as long as you have potatoes and butter. and what else does a person need in life than potatoes and butter?

enjoy your joyous soup <3 i may have forgotten several steps but as long as you follow -brown some veg -add water -add spice -blend the shit out of it, you can never really go wrong <3

[mountkennedie]

Late Nights

Edward Cullen x reader

Summary: you have a cozy night with edward

warnings: none

A.N. this quickly became one of my favorite fics ever written

"Edward?" You asked. Currently you splayed out horizontally on your bed on a cool fall day. The sweater you were wearing provided you an extra dose of comfort to the general energy of the room. Edward, your boyfriend, was laid parallel to you. His dark blue sweater matched yours. The color coordinating plaid fleece pajamas were also a nice touch on the pair of you. It was something cute you've always wanted to do, couple twinning. And Edward was willing to do whatever to make you happy.

"Yes?" He maintained a easy going smile while looking at you. You had been rereading A Wrinkle In Time. An easy read of course, but always put your mind at peace. Edward didn't have a book to read or really anything to pass time. He says he is perfectly content in your company, but you still wonder what he would be doing had you not been here. Probably pressing those same piano keys in infinite rhythms until disturbed.

"What is your favorite color?" A very innocent question. But what is the harm in that? The both of you have shared some crushing memories and experiences, you may as well know the mundane as well.

His smile grew and his eyebrows knitted. "Blue. Why do you ask?" He didn't have a genuine serious undertone behind the question. He was always trying to learn the way you were. Being unable to read your mind made you a puzzle he reveled in attempting to crack. Every time he would expect you to act in a certain way, you gave him a surprise in return.

"I was curious," you turn on your side and face him. Edward being Edward, he mirrors you. "You seem like a lover of blue. But I could also see a deep green. Like forest green," your voice was kept quiet. The wind looting the leaves can still be heard as you speak. You didn't need to speak so soft, your family was away for the night. You could scream for all that mattered, however keeping a small vocal presence felt appropriate. Anything louder than a calm word would be disturbing the peace of the environment.

His face pinched up for a moment, but then returned to his normal expression. "I fell out of love for green a long while ago. Blue is so rarely seen here, at least in the sky," he finished that quip with a cheesy smile. "Blue being rare has given itself a new place of importance," his eyes glanced down to your sweater then back into you, "in my heart."

Your bodies both hanged off different ends of the bed, luckily your heads were in the same placement. So when you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, it wasn't a far reach. Your thumb brushed the cool skin, Edwards eyes never left yours for a moment. The golden iris' were filled with adoration. His hand came to rest on yours. The chill adding to the comfort he was already bestowing.

"What do you think mine is?" You whispered.

"Purple, for sure," he answered without even thinking. And of course he was right.

"Asking Alice counts as cheating," he leaned into your hand and chuckled. The kiss he left on the palm made you smile a little harder than you already had been.

"I didn't cheat," he spoke into your hand. "Everywhere we go shopping, your eyes are drawn to the same three colors. Green, black and purple, with a special affinity for purple. Oh and you wear a lot of purple in the pictures of you on your family's mantle."

"Am I that easy to read?" He pressed another kiss to your palm. He shook his head lightly at your comment.

"If only," he joked. After his joke the wind picked up outside, this time accompanied by a steady flow of rain. You sat up and looked at him, he copied you once again.

"If you ran home fast enough, how wet would you be? Would you even get wet?" He listened to your questions while helping fix your hair that had flattened due to laying down.

"Well I would get wet regardless. Probably not too bad but definitely damp." He finished his work and pulled you close to him so your entire body faced him. "And is this your way of kicking me out?" He chuckled again at his smart remark.

"It is very thoughtful that you worry on the safety of a hundred year old vampire." He placed a kiss to your eyelid, "I'd be sure not to run too fast. And I am fully comfortable staying in for the night. But," his voice matched your previous tone, "you must sleep tonight. I want 8 full hours."

"No you are staying." You threw your arms over his shoulders, your faces a few inches apart. "I don't want you outside, especially running in this weather. The roads are slippery," your tone changed to one more serious.

"I was going to sleep!" you argued. "...once I finished the next chapter of my book," you hoped the small smile you sent him would win him over.

"Of the book you've reread numerous times?" You didn't respond, only looked at him and shrugged. "Fine," he always gave in to you. "At least let me read it to you."

You smiled and got comfortable under your covers. You pulled back your comforter for him to join you underneath. He smiled and shook his head. But still wanting to do whatever makes you happy, climbed in. You clung onto his arm, he responded by kissing your head. You were convinced he read the book in a soft, quiet voice on purpose. Because no matter how strong your will to finish the chapter, you still were whisked away into sleep.

[hy6erion]

Well, apparently here I am, again. Because my lovely fyp decided to gift me these two videos that I need to see in context with viktor.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdJdBS4a/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdJdrcyE/

No rush tho❤️

Also maybe I ought to request some more jayce in the future. I'm out here requesting a thousand sweet things with viktor and just atrocious smut with jayce... anyway...

I hope you're well and taking care of yourself💐💐

~all the love 🍒

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 "𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡", 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

Viktor leaned back against the worn-out cushions of your shared couch, eyes half-lidded but glittering with fondness as he let out a soft sigh. His normally pristine vest was already smudged with faint lipstick marks, a testament to just how dedicated you were to this little “experiment.”

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, though his breath hitched ever so slightly when you leaned in closer, twisting open the next lipstick tube.

“Oh, come on,” you grinned, tapping your index finger against his lips. “You’re the one who agreed to be my test subject. You can’t back out now.”

A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he tilted his head, watching you swipe the fresh shade onto your mouth. “I am merely a man of science,” he mused, fingers drumming against the armrest. “And as such, I must endure rigorous trials in the name of research.”

You laughed, giving a dramatic smack of your lips before grabbing his chin gently. “That’s the spirit! Now, pucker up, Professor.”

Viktor barely had time to inhale before you pressed a firm, lingering kiss against his cheek. When you pulled away, you bit your lower lip in anticipation, eyes flicking down to see the imprint left behind. It was a soft coral shade, and like all the others before it, it had failed spectacularly in its so-called ‘kiss-proof’ claim.

“Another failure,” you sighed, mock disappointment dripping from your tone as you rubbed your thumb against the stain on his skin. “But that’s not the only part of the experiment, is it?”

His lips twitched as he huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Ah, yes. The taste test.”

You smirked, leaning forward with your arms braced on either side of him, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips. “Exactly. Now, what does it taste like?”

Viktor’s golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he pretended to consider, tongue darting out ever so slightly to wet his lips. He hummed in thought, a slow, deliberate sound.

“Mm… Fruity, but not overly sweet,” he murmured, tilting his head as if deciphering a complex formula. “There’s a hint of citrus, but something richer beneath it.” His gaze locked onto yours, playful yet entirely focused. “Peach?”

Your grin widened. “Ding ding ding! Correct again.”

He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “At this rate, I am starting to think you are less concerned about the results and more interested in—”

You cut him off with another kiss, this time pressing your lips against the corner of his mouth. His breath hitched ever so slightly, and you felt the way his fingers twitched against the fabric of his slacks, resisting the urge to grab onto you.

When you pulled back, his expression was unreadable for a fraction of a second—then he exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You are insatiable.”

“Oh, I absolutely am,” you teased, reaching for another tube. “But we’re far from done, darling.”

Viktor exhaled through his nose, feigning exasperation even as he allowed you to smear yet another shade onto your lips. His gaze followed the motion with rapt attention, watching the way your mouth moved.

You twisted open the next tube, the color a bold, sultry red. “Alright, let’s see if this one actually lives up to the marketing.”

Viktor barely had a moment to brace himself before your hands were on his face again, cupping his jaw with gentle insistence. His pulse stuttered when you leaned in, this time pressing a deliberate, lingering kiss against his lips rather than his cheek.

He made a faint sound against your mouth—a cross between a hum and a sigh—as his fingers curled against the couch, resisting the urge to pull you closer.

You pulled back slowly, eyes flicking down to inspect your handiwork. His lips were now painted with the deep crimson shade, a perfect imprint left behind.

“Another failure,” you whispered, grinning.

Viktor exhaled, voice slightly uneven. “Yes, what a shame.”

You laughed, brushing your thumb along the smudged pigment at the corner of his mouth. “Alright, genius, what’s the flavor?”

Viktor’s lashes fluttered for a moment as he gathered his thoughts—then, in a move that had your breath catching, he lifted his hand, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lower lip. His touch was featherlight, the barest trace of pressure as he smeared the leftover color.

His voice was lower when he spoke. “Cherry.”

You swallowed. “Correct again.”

His eyes darkened slightly, lips quirking up at the corners. “I am beginning to think I should demand a prize for my flawless performance.”

You grinned, tilting your head. “Oh? And what exactly would you like?”

Viktor’s smile was slow and deliberate as he lifted his hand to your jaw, tilting your face just slightly. His thumb traced a lazy path along your chin, and his voice dropped to something softer, more intimate.

“Perhaps… a more thorough taste test?”

Heat bloomed beneath your skin, but you only smirked, leaning in once more.

“Well then,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his. “In the name of science…”

And with that, you kissed him again, abandoning all pretense of the experiment.

[steddieas-shegoes]

if you look deep enough into steve’s eyes, the colors start to shift from a medium-brown to light, almost golden, like his hair in the summer, like his skin when it’s wet.

eddie finds himself noticing these things more often as the year after vecna passes. on the anniversary of nearly dying, eddie thinks he’s noticed everything about steve.

but then steve shows up at his door after dropping the kids off at their respective homes, a smile on his face, and something mysterious in his eyes. something that distracts eddie from the golden specks the reflect off his porch light. something that only eddie really gets to see.

“wanna take a ride?”

“where you taking me, big boy?”

steve blushes, a soft pink that would be warm to the touch if eddie was brave enough to reach out.

“it’s a surprise.”

eddie trusts steve, so he gets in his car and doesn’t ask anymore questions.

steve talks about something dustin did on the way, complaining with a fondness only steve could have for the kid.

it hits eddie as steve pulls onto a side road.

the field.

the wildflowers bloomed early this year, and eddie had mentioned recently that he would like to make new memories in a place where he was facing death or prison exactly one year ago.

he didn’t think anyone was listening, but apparently steve was.

steve parks the car and eddie doesn’t think he can look at him yet. he thinks he’s gonna cry. he thinks he’s so deeply in love with this man that he may never experience anything like it again.

it’s dark, but the moon is bright. there’s still a light chill in the air, but eddie’s still wearing his leather jacket from hellfire earlier, so he barely feels it.

they walk together through the field, close enough that their hands brush, but still more distance between them than eddie wants. he’s surrounded by beauty: the flowers, the stars, steve.

he stops when steve does.

they both look up at the stars for a few minutes, silent so they can hear the crickets and their own heartbeats.

“a year ago, when i almost lost you, i thought about all the things i didn’t get to do or say or know about you. i was angry for a long time.” steve turns to eddie, giving him a sad smile. “it wasn’t fair that you had to go through all of that and i couldn’t do anything. the doctors weren’t doing enough, and the cops weren’t doing enough, and no one understood how important it was that they fix it.”

eddie’s watching him, baffled. he’s not sure where this is going and he’s worried that his own feelings may be clouding his vision.

“i couldn’t make your pain go away. i couldn’t make it easier. i couldn’t help you walk again or play guitar. i just had to watch.”

eddie feels a tug in his stomach, a pull that leaves him breathless.

“but i watched. and i saw every side of you. and i don’t think i’ll say this right, but i practiced with robin and she thinks i did good.” steve breathes in and turns to face eddie completely. “i learned a side of me that i didn’t know about while i watched you. i learned that love looks different than what i always thought. and i learned that because of you.”

“because of…me?” eddie’s trying not to get his hopes up, but he’s pretty sure they’re higher than ever.

“because you love so loudly. everyone you love knows it and you aren’t scared that they’ll run away. it’s probably because it’s impossible not to love you.”

eddie thinks he actually is experiencing some kind of post-death dream. maybe he got too high in his room and steve never even showed up at his door.

“eddie? did you hear me?”

eddie focuses on steve’s look of concern, on the golden specks in his eyes that the moonlight makes shimmer.

“i don’t know?”

“i said i love you.”

“oh. then, no, i didn’t.”

steve’s face falls and eddie realizes a second too late that his response to steve saying he loves him wasn’t the exact thing he’d been holding back for at least six months now.

“i just thought you should know. um. so i guess i can wait in the car if you wanna stay a bit longer-“

eddie is only staying in this field if steve is with him, so he wraps his arms around steve’s shoulders and hugs him harder than is probably safe.

“i love you. sorry i’m a dumbass and didn’t say it the second you did. i was trying to convince myself this was real life.”

steve laughs against his ear and eddie’s pretty sure they belong like this.

“why now?” eddie asks as he pulls away.

“because i told myself if you didn’t do it by today, i would.”

“how long have you been waiting on me?”

steve lets out a breath. “eight months give or take.”

“that is…much longer than i would’ve expected.”

“yeah, well, imagine being the one waiting.”

eddie smiles at steve, and steve smiles back, and eddie notices a new thing.

steve harrington’s got a crooked tooth. an imperfection to some, a sign of being human to eddie.

“what’s that face for?” steve asks.

“you’re perfect, stevie.”

they kiss in the field where eddie was saying goodbyes a year ago. they look at stars in a clear sky while holding hands and talking about what their future might look like. steve’s head rests in eddie’s lap while eddie traces steve’s lips with his finger, memorizing the curl of his lips when he smiles and the feel of the vibrations when he hums a song eddie doesn’t recognize.

steve picks flowers, and eddie makes a crown, and they both say i love you in a million ways.

they walk along the edges of the field, where the rv was parked while they prepared for the worst. eddie shivers at the memories, but steve kisses his shoulder and the back of his hand and he shivers at that instead.

they ride back, and eddie sings along to whatever songs play on the radio, even if he messes up the words. steve laughs and it’s better than any music they could listen to.

they kiss on eddie’s porch, surrounded by darkness because no one turned on the outside light. it’s so late, no one would see them anyway.

steve stays at eddie’s, but wayne’s home, so they’re quiet and keep their hands above the waist even though they so desperately want to touch, and kiss, and bite every inch of each other.

they still get carried away, which doesn’t surprise eddie at all. what does surprise eddie is how quickly steve sits in his lap, rutting against his stomach and biting back moans and whimpers and eddie laces their fingers together and squeezes, meeting each thrust with his own. neither of them last long, coming in their pants like virgins. they laugh, but they kiss through it, teeth clacking as they gasp for breath.

they take turns in the bathroom in case wayne wakes up. steve comes back into eddie’s room without a shirt and hair slightly damp. eddie feels his heartbeat quicken as steve hops into bed next to him.

they sleep with steve curled against eddie’s chest, eddie’s arms around his back, sweaty but content.

content and happy.

and when the sun rises the next morning, eddie wakes first and notices another new thing about steve: he drools in his sleep.

[sexlapis]

࿔ read me to sleep…

ᰋ nanami kento x gn!reader

ns4w, fluff, dirty talk no sex, very suggestive, finger sucking, petnames: baby, sweet thing, darling. soft nanami, nanami babies reader, nanami reading to reader, talks about cocks and holes 🤷‍♀️, d/s dynamics

. synopsis: after a long week, nanami helps you to relax.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc: 1.1k

a/n: me writing a fanfic? who would’ve thought?? extract is from ‘the professor’ by charlotte brontê. i enjoyed it but apparently it’s not very well liked. anyway, here’s me being very normal about nanami.

masterlists

*

your cheek rests on the cool, ivory porcelain of the bathtub. warm water envelopes your body, coming all the way up to your chest which is petaled with tufts of scented bubbles. the orange gleam of the sunset casts a gentle, easy light over the bathroom, colouring the bath water and the supple skin of your body.

it’s quiet. the only sounds being emitted come from the soft ripples of the water when you move and your husband’s low, soft speaking. your eyes droop.

“are you even listening?”

nanami sits on a wooden chair right in front of the bathtub. on long days like this, most of the time on a friday, you both just need to wind down, relax, unravel the knots curled up in your bones, ease the ache inside your head and erase the never ending thoughts in your mind.

‘…yet been my experience of life, I had once had the opportunity of contemplating, near at hand, an example of the results produced by a course of interesting and romantic domestic treachery. No golden halo of fiction was about this example, I saw it bare and real, and it was very loathsome. I saw a mind degraded by the practice of mean subterfuge, by the habit of perfidious deception, and a body depraved by the infectious influence of the vice-polluted soul. I had suffered much from the forced and prolonged view of this spectacle; those sufferings I did not now regret, for their simple recollection acted as a most wholesome antidote to temptation. They had inscribed on my reason the conviction that unlawful pleasure, trenching on another's rights, is delusive and envenomed pleasure; its hollowness disappoints at the time, its poison cruelly tortures afterwards, its effects deprave forever.’

he wears his white, button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his suit jacket long gone, his tie loose and dangling down, and dark slacks sit on his legs very nicely. and, your favourite thing of all, he wears his reading glasses, the pair that he only wears around you.

“yeah, yeah ‘m listening. just tired.”

you have, in fact, not been listening that much.

if you weren’t slowly dozing off to sleep to the smooth timbre of his voice, you were blatantly admiring the cerulean veins that travelled up the pale expanse of his forearm. and if not that, you watched with half-lidded eyes how the tendons of his large hands moved when he turned a page, or the sight of the pink pillows of his lips in motion, or the prominence of his adam’s apple or-

“you really aren’t listening, are you?”

this time, you had the sense to feel a little embarrassed, feel some heat rise on your face. “uhhhhhhh…”

nanami tilts his head, definitely not looking at your chest, “what is going on in that little head of yours?”

“what-nothing! i just, i-,” you sigh, licking your lips, unabashedly staring at the bulge in his slacks “you just look sexy.”

he chuckles, his eyes crinkled and the sound rumbling through his chest. nanami moves his chair forward, closer to where you rest your head, and leans down slightly.

“i don’t think it’s just that,” he utters. nanami then raises his hand to your sweet, languorous face, coated with droplets of water, your wet eyelashes framing the tender yet desiring gaze of eyes. his heart beats a little faster.

he cups your cheeks with one big hand, trailing his index and middle finger to your plush lips, asking for an opening. you do so gladly, moaning quietly when his thick, rough fingers sit and press on your tongue, saliva seeping around his fingers. “i think my little darling just wants my cock inside of that sloppy little hole. isn’t that right?”

his brash words and his fingers, they are inching further and further towards your throat, make your face burn and a dull, throbbing pit of want curl up where you want him the most.

you blink drowsily, almost half asleep at this point, nibbling on his fingers in your mouth, giving them one long lick. “yessss…yes i want it inside of me so much.”

“oh, baby,” nanami coos, “i’m only teasing you. i know you’re tired…”

you whine. it’s muffled over his fingers, which you continue to suck on softly. his eyes darken.

“don’t tempt me,” nanami groans, briefly relishing in the feeling of your mouth suctioned over his fingers, “you know i can't resist that little mouth of yours...”

his fingers leave your sighing mouth, now glistening and wet, connected by a silky line of gossamer to your lips.

nanami hums, pleased by the debauched, satisfied expression plastered on your face. he swipes your lips with your own spit, making them gleam in the shine of the sunset. such actions make you picture his taut, large length, how uses it to generously rub his expense all over your lips and cheeks, using and painting your face like his secret, erotic canvas.

unfortunately for you, your fatigue outweighs your lustful cravings. you let your eyes fall shut. a hand finds itself on top of your head, caressing there softly. a purr leaves your throat. nanami wills himself to ignore his very obvious desire for at this moment.

“i think it’s someone’s bedtime.”

nanami pats his thighs and stands to get your towel. you pout at the loss of stimulation on your head, but it’s quickly wiped away when nanami unplugs the bath, helps you out of it with his hand in yours, and wraps the towel around your damp body like a cocoon.

you waddle over to you and nanami’s shared bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. you were going to sleep so well tonight.

“nanami.” you whisper to him as he takes off his watch. “nanami, come here. read the rest of the chapter, please.”

“darling, you’re about to fall asleep.”

“yeah but i want you to read me to sleep.”

nanami huffs, a small smile on his face. the bed dios where he sits down next to your head, and you take the chance to lay your head on his lap, snuggling comfortably. his hand finds your head to caress one again, making you chirp with glee.

“alright. just this one chapter and that’s it.”

you let him read to you.

at first you listen, you really do, but after a few minutes his words turn into white noise, the low-tone of his voice rumbles through you, the warmth of his lap acts as a pillow and the final blow is when he decides to draw circles over your temple with his thumb.

before you know it, you’re gradually drifting off to sleep, into a serene dreamland, forgetting about all the stress you experienced today.

nanami closes the book and carefully manoeuvres you from his lap and onto the bed properly. he knows you’ll probably wake up shortly, considering you’re still just in your towel, but for now, he savours this moments and how endearing you look, curled up and snoring in your fluffy towel.

“sweet thing…” he kisses your forehead, resting his lips there fore a moment, “my sweet, little thing…”

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…♡

[ppeonppeonhan]

The Sexiest 2023 BL Scenes

I think we can all agree that there is an art to executing a sex scene -- and not everybody's an artist. This year, we (and, by that, I mean you) gif'd a couple of masterpieces that range from romantic to...educational. Here are the ones that live in my head rent free, in order of PG-13 to NC-17:

BEST ROLE-PLAY SEX: Bed Friend

If you had told me last year that incorporating cat ears into foreplay would result in one of the hottest scenes in BL, I would've given you bombastic side-eye. But James, the actor who plays Uea, pulled it off, and is probably responsible for a lot of Amazon orders till this day. (Episode 6)

BEST BEACH-SIDE SEX: The Eighth Sense

This entire sequence was so beautifully lit in golden tones, with soft touches, and romantic moments. It almost made you forget about the depression plot. Almost. (Episode 6)

LONG-AWAITED SEX: Hidden Agenda

Joke yearned for Zo in a way that was borderline comical. From the moment Zo kissed Joke like he was trying to give him CPR and then promptly shoved him out of his apartment, I knew every kiss after that would have to come with a parental warning. I'm surprised Joke didn't move in. (Episode 8)

DO-OVER SEX: Love Class 2

The music for this sex scene was so perfectly matched with the caressing and hand closeups. And the fact that it happened after the initially-ghosted Joo Hyuk got Sung Min to reconsider made it even sweeter. (Episode 9)

BEST WET SEX SCENE: Kiseki: Dear to Me

I may have enjoyed Ai Di and Chen Yi's love story more, but Fan Ze Rui and Bai Zong Yi were helping us all live out our tall boy fantasies. When he mounted him with a soft bounce, I knew the gif Gods would giveth. (Episode 7)

BEST EUPHORIC SEX: Only Friends

Ray looked like he reached nirvana when he made love to Sand in that sardine can of trailer, so of all their sex scenes, this was my fave. (Episode 9)

BEST INSECURITY-INDUCED SEX: Only Friends

Say what you will about Boston -- and the fandom has said a lot lol -- but if you had to choose a cast member to get you off, you'd choose him in a heartbeat. And yes, this scene was grimey. He f*cked his friend's potential boyfriend in the backseat of his car after manipulating him into believing he was cheated on, but can you blame him? He was probably tired of always having to give and never receive. Plus, Top did this vibrating move that made me wonder who told Force to do that... (Episode 3)

GIF by wanderlust-in-my-soul

BEST CENSORED SEX: Wedding Plan

I'm still mad that this scene wasn't in the Youtube cut. It paints an entirely different picture of their dynamic and their personalities. But thank God for the gif'ers, otherwise I would've missed how ravenous they were when they weren't...wedding planning. 😳 (Episode 6)

BEST WHIPLASH SEX: Be Mine Superstar

To be clear, WE were the ones getting whiplash. One minute, we were watching a sweet love story between an innocent college kid and his idol crush, and the next minute we were watching a masterclass on how to bang your one-night stand (consensually) until he agrees to date you. It's like...Sir, I'm on the train. Could you give a bitch a heads up? (Episode 8)

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While I am generally envious of every single one of these experiences, I'm even more envious of everyone's knee strength and flexibility. I could never. Rollerblading has ruined me. If I tried half of these positions, I'd have to get physical therapy. 🙃

[chuusmuts]

imagine waking up nude beside your best friend, aether

mild nsfw at the end. writing this as a warm-up before i make a debut as a smut writer in this blog. also, to those who think you know me, no, you don't. not proofread.

edit:i just realised how shitty the grammar is so please ignore it.

you waking up beside your best friend!aether in a hotel room, completely nude after a long night of lovemaking. just like him, you don't remember a thing. though, the bruise marks on your breasts and the wetness between your inner thighs were enough proofs to confirm what happened last night. you're not going to lie that you do feel embarrassed seeing how nonchalant aether is about this, yet it quickly disappears when he pulls you into a hug, asking if you're mad and apologizing to you.

"you’re not mad at me, right?”

"no." you're not mad. you can't bring yourself to get mad, especially since he's always so nice and sweet to you.

eventually, you ask him how is he so calm about all this. but you found the answer right away after you buried your face into his chest, putting your ear near where his heart is located. he's not calm at all, his heart is pounding just as fast as yours. he's nervous, a lot more nervous than you. he's just putting on a calm facade so you wouldn't feel awkward around him.

he began to stroke your hair gently, lovingly before he spoke up, his voice softens even more, “i… i like you a lot. and last night… it was really great. i don’t regret a thing. you… made me feel so good last night.”

your cheeks flushed when he mentioned how good you made him feel. the fact that he didn't remember what happened last night, but remember how good he felt buried deep inside you make you feel shy.

but at the same time, you wish you could make him feel good again. "i wish we could do it again... sober. i was drunk, so i couldn't experience it properly..." your face was still resting against his chest, but you were pouting slightly. you're not a lightweight person, so it's really a shame you got drunk on a special night. (although, you wouldn't be making love with him if you weren't drunk since you'd be too busy dragging his ass home.)

his eyes seem to light up at your wish. he kisses the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair. you can feel his body heat up, and from his breathing, you can tell that he's not so calm and collected anymore. “... are you in the mood?”

a pair of curious eyes bore into aether's golden eyes. you want to do it again, but you don't want to tire him. and what if he sees you as someone who's desperate? especially since you just did it with him last night.

regardless of what you think of yourself, aether thinks you're too cute to look desperate. even if you are, you still look cute.

before the two of you realised, your lips connect with one another. a shiver runs throughout your body from how good his lips feel. your heart flutter and you can feel butterflies in your stomach as your hand found themselves on his soft cheeks.

aether’s ears turn bright red as he moves slowly on top of you, his lips never leaving yours. letting the duvet off of you and him, his warm, golden eyes look over you, taking in as much as he can. he moves his lips from yours, dragging his tongue along your neck and kissing every inch of you, emitting a content sigh from you.

he pauses and moves lower down on your body, gently kissing and sucking on your chest. his fingers run through your hair, carefully stroking you while his free hand grab and fondle with your breast, making you moan in pleasure. he doesn't intend on going rough, his priority is to pleasure you and he wants you to enjoy it as much as you can. aether smiles, his eyes twinkling as he sees the effect he has on you.

“i… i love you so much… you’re so pretty, and so cute… and just thinking about you makes me want you so bad.” he says before kissing your neck again.

he takes one of your hands and kisses up your arm, and puts it on top of his chest. “touch me… i wanna see how much i make you want me.” he whispers, his voice sounding needy.

[leighsartworks216]

Nobody's Fault

Sylus x fem!Reader OR Zayne x fem!Reader

Disclaimer that I have never been pregnant or wanted kids, but I kept thinking about this and agonizing and tonight it just had to get out of me. Don't read if it's going to upset you and I'm sorry to everyone who's had to experience this <333

Warnings: angst, miscarriage, grief/mourning, crying, depression, hurt/comfort, can be read as either Sylus or Zayne

Word Count: 475

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A bath had sounded nice, three hours ago when you thought about taking one. You forgot the nothing that came with it. The lack of activity that should be relaxing. The silence.

You’ve been in the bath for three hours.

The water is cold. Goosebumps raise on your skin and don’t go down. You think your toes are numb. You’re not sure. Not paying enough attention to care.

You stare at the wall. The grout between tiles. The white.

You don’t really notice when the door opens. Or when the drain is pulled and the water starts sinking lower and lower, until it’s barely a puddle at the bottom. You only blink back to reality when he taps your knee.

There’s a dullness to his eyes that was never there before. Like the shine was scrubbed out. Heavy bags under his eyes. Dark from lack of sleep. You’re no better: eyes red and raw, dried stains on your cheeks.

He doesn’t have to say anything. There’s nothing for him to say. No words can fix this hurt. You’re convinced time can’t either. But you have to try.

He rubs your knee in soft strokes with his thumb. Grounding and secure. You can fall and he’ll catch you. He’s been catching you for weeks - even when he’s just about fit to collapse, too. More tears well up, unbidden. Your lip trembles. Chin wrinkles. A sob breaks through too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper.

He shushes you quietly as he shakes his head. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he coos.

You watch as he stands, rest assured in the knowledge he won’t leave. He never has. Your rock through all this. Your island to land on.

He steps over you, into the tub, and squeezes in beside you. His arms wrap around you right away, pulling you into his chest, against his body. You listen to his heartbeat as the sobs consume you - ugly, broken things that echo in the acoustics of the bathroom. He pets your hair. Hand on your shoulder rubbing your arm. His head leans on yours, his voice by your ear trying to comfort and calm you.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he says with surety. “It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault.” He sigh shakily. Swallows thickly, fighting back his own tears. He opens his mouth, as if to say something, but he falters. Closes it again. Holds on tighter.

His pants get wet on the bottom. Clothes becoming damp while he holds you, acting as a makeshift towel. Your own body shivers at the difference in temperature; the cold bathroom air and his radiating heat. You cling to his shirt. He kisses your head and lets you. Lets you sob your grief into his collar while silent tears slip down his face. Two would-be parents, mourning the child they almost had.

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[gabriels-blade]

[Blessing]

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Castiel x F!Reader

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Warnings: MDNI, Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Dom!Castiel

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Summary: In all his years he never knew he could be loved like this. He may be an angel but you are his blessing.

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Not many could say they felt the kiss of an angel, even fewer could say they got their brains fucked out by an angel. As Castiel got more comfortable with your intimacy, he began to be more open to experimenting.

His fingers lightly brush along your skin, looking at you as though you are the finest creation he's been blessed to know, a work or divine art that his celestial hands have been so graciously allowed to touch. You look at him like he's the world wrapped in golden feathers, yet he thinks you're the real prize.

He made sure the bindings were carefully secured, red ropes wound in a unique pattern across your body, putting your everything on display for him. He quite likes this already.

“Is that comfortable? Not too tight?”

“Yes, Cas. I'm alright.”

His fingers dip between your thighs, slowly stroking them along your folds as he works you up, teasing your clit with the lightest touches. His eyes almost seem to glow when you moan.

“Cas, please-”

“Be patient.”

Gentle but stern - he's taking this at his own pace. Patience is a virtue after all - one you need to get the hang of. His fingers finally slip into your needy pussy, finding no resistance but instead being greeted by how warm wet and eager you are, curling his fingers with purpose - having learned the exact spot that makes your back arch. You can't move, can't do anything, just relying on your angel's ministrations, letting him have control over your body. You may as well be a vessel at this point, with how you hand over the wheel like this.

“Castiel…”

“I know.”

Yes, he knows. Always knows what you need, sometimes even before you do. Getting to know you inside out, feel the touch of your heart, feel the love that beats through you both. His fingers pump steadily in and out, the little wet squelches all you can hear. He brings you to orgasm like this, letting you come undone on his fingers first before moving on, wanting you to be nice and ready.

“Cas!”

Readjusted slightly - palms settled on your thighs and hole still pulsing from the previous attention - he slides in filling you up like you craved. He's slow and careful as he does so, always considerate since he knows he is rather thick in that department. Easing in and setting deep into your heat, slowly pulling out watching your pussy drooling so much slick on his dick that it can certainly be heard, it sounds sloppy as he begins thrusting in and out, little sighs and moans falling from his lips, a whimper here and there.

“You feel so good, love.”

You can't quite get out a response at the moment, letting him pound your bound body into the mattress, little kisses peppered along your shoulder up to your neck, sweet and delicate versus the way his cock is obliterating you - in the best way possible. He always makes those soft noises that cause you to shudder, grunts and whines that send tingles down your spine, the angel finding true bliss in the connection.

“I love you.”

He moves to press his forehead to yours, hips stuttering as you both come undone together, that knot snapping in your tummy, feeling high as hell (Heaven?), that fluffy head in the clouds feeling wrapping around you both. Slowly he pulls out - carefully undoing the ropes.

“I think a nice warm bath is in order.”

“Definitely.”

[charliesangel67]

reader in which tom and reader have been friends since first year but over the time tom has grown rather fascinated with her. Tom has had wet dreams about reader for some time so when he and the reader ends up sharing a bed he is nervous about having one when he's in the same bed with her. If you're comfortable I would really like it if he has a wet dreams and whispers in his sleep saying reader's name. Then reader hears it, tom wakes up embarrassed but reader teases him a little then make his dream come true (oral sex female receives then regular sex) and please make tom a little bit submissive.

Thank you in advance, sorry it's a big request!!<3

More than just friends

Tom Riddle x Fem!reader

Authors note: hii guys, so this was a request from @cedricswife - lmk if yall want a pt 2. Ahhh, omg I really hope yall enjoy this, and if you do, don't forget to like and reblog. Also guys, please request fics if you want, I'm more than happy to write them. I will also be making a tag list soon, so just comment your name/@ and what kind of fics you wanna be tagged it eg. Tom riddle, Bucky barnes....

This story is set in the same time as when the Golden Trio were at Hogwarts.

Warnings: Soft!Tom, SMUTT, oral fem!receiving, unprotected p in v sex. Fluff.

Word count- 2620

I met Tom in first year, in the great hall at the Slytherin table. At first he was staring daggers at me, then he took a seat next to mine and started a conversation. I was shocked to say the least. Tom terrified me, but he seemed truly fascinated with me. Since that day on, we were inseparable. We always sat together in class and we hung out so often that most boys were even scared to ask me out because they knew Tom’s reputation and that he would hurt them if they tried something with me. “Tom, this is actually pissing me off.” I complained as I walked into my dorm room, knowing that Tom would be sitting at my desk doing his homework. “Mmh, what is it love?” He asked in his brisky British accent that made me feel butterflies in my stomach. “Not a single guy will ask me out because they’re all either scared of you, or assume we’re dating because we hang out so much.” I whined. “And? At least I don’t have to worry about you running to me every month because you got dumped or because your man was being an ass.” He responded calmly. “Oh my lord Tom. Whatever.” I countered, annoyed at him.

Over the Christmas holidays, Tom and I would stay at the Castle, playing chess and talking until midnight. We talked about starting fifth-year and about our chosen classes. Then of course the Yule Ball and the school trip to London. “Okay, how would you feel about a second floor room, with a balcony and a view of the city?” I asked Tom over a cup of hot chocolate and a game of cards. “I’m not sure Love, are we even allowed to choose our room mate?” Tom asked with a chuckle. “I don't care, I’m gonna find a way so that we can be in the same room, because I do not want to share a room with any other smelly boys or bitchy girls.” “You are kidding right? The other week you were complaining to me that I was restricting your chance of getting a boyfriend. And you called me smelly?! Who do you think you are?” “Well clearly your favourite because I’m the only person you hang out with other than Draco.” I countered, “And yeah, I’ve changed my mind about wanting a boyfriend, Cormac tried to hit on me the other day and it was a disgusting experience.” I laughed off. What I didn’t notice however was the glint in Tom’s eyes as he watched me laugh, he found my smile so attractive, and he found me so fascinating. 

It had been a week since Tom and I hung out in the common room that December night. Students were returning from their Christmas holidays even though classes didn’t start for another 5 days. This did give me more time to talk to Professor McGonagall about the room situations for our upcoming London trip. However, I didn’t see Tom all night, not in the common room, in any of the classes or even in the Great Hall. But I knew Tom well enough to know that if he does not want to be found then he won’t let himse;f be found. That night however, against my knowledge, Tom was dreaming about me. Nothing sweet of course, in fact it was all dirty. Tom dreamt of fucking his best friend, of giving her head, of playing with her tits and hearign her moan his name. It was what he had longed for ever since fourth-year when she complained to him about not being able to get a boyfriend because of him. That made Tom proud that people thought he was y/n’s boyfriend and that she was safe from all these disgusting boys that only want to use her for her body, like Cormac. Tom wasn’t sure what Cormac did or said to y/n but he was sure it wasn’t something very nice if she didn’t feel comfortable sharing it, even with him.

These dreams went on and on for the next couple of days. Tom couldn’t control it, he just dreamt if fuckign his best friend over and over again. Then came the day, it was mid April of fifth-year and the students were getting ready to leave for London. That included Tom and y/n. “C’mon Y/n, have you got your stuff packed for the trip?” Tom asked as he sat outside my dorm with his one duffle bag, “Yeah, I think so. Can I get a bit of help please.” I asked as I struggled to carry my bags out of my room. “We are going away for 5 days y/n. Why do you need so many bags?” Tom asked as he grabbed my suitcase and duffle bag. “Because I just do.” I replied.  Tom then helped me carry my 3 bags out to the Great Hall where everyone was meeting so that we could get the Thestral-Carriages to take us to Hogsmead station. Naturally, Tom and I sat in the same compartment on our entire 10 hour train trip to London. We talked, and I sat in silence when Tom read but otherwise, it was a pretty boring trip. So boring in fact that we even started playing smash or pass whenever someone walked by our train compartment. “Okay, her?” I asked as Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw girl we only know from the D.A organisation walked past our compartment, “Hard pass, you know I have a type y/n.” Tom opposed, “Yeah, okay. Sorry.” I responded, putting my hands up in defeat. “What about him?” Tom asked, “Ooh, I don’t know. I’d probably say smash for him.” I shrugged, “What? You’d smash Blaise?” Questioned Tom, clearly jealous at my response. “Yeah, he’s hot. What’s your problem? Are you jealous?” I teased. Tom, not one to express his feelings, just shrugged and ignored my remark because he knew I was right but he just didn’t want to admit it. 

“Welcome to London Tom. The city of money and horrible weather. How do you feel about being here?” I asked him. “I want to kill myself.” He replied dryly, but somehow managed to sneak a little smile when he saw my smile at his snide remark. The smile didn’t go unnoticed by me. The professors led the fifth-year students to the exit of the station and to a pick up area. I saw taxi drivers holding signs that read surnames and I giggled at a few of them, elbowing Tom a couple times so that we could giggle at some of the names together. It was already past 7pm when we got off the train, so waiting for the bus took us up to about 7:20. Then I spotted a purple night bus arriving at the exit where the Hogwarts crowd was assembled. “Okay students, can we please be respectful as we board the bus.” Professor McGonagall yelled over the chatter as the fifth-years started boarding the night bus. A man named Stan Shunpike greeted us at the entrance of the bus. It didn’t take anymore than 10 minutes to arrive at the hotel that the school had booked for us to stay at in London. 

Upon entering the hotel lobby, the professors went to the main reception to get the keys for the rooms. “Alrighty students, please listen up for your names.” announced Professor Lupin, one of my favourite teachers. “Harry, Ron, Hermione and Parvati are all in room 214. Susan, Padma, Justin and Vincent are all in room 215……..”  At one point I completely zoned out from what Professor Lupin was talking about until I felt Tom pull on my sleeve, “C’mon y/n.” “What?” I asked him, completely distracted, “We are in a room together, room 236.” Tom responded. “Just us two?” I questioned. “Please try and listen next time y/n. Yes, just us two in one room, in one bed, unfortunately, due to us being the only Slytherin boy and girl that get along so well that even the teachers think we are dating, so they put us in a room together.” Tom continued, clearly not phased by us sharing a bed. I was struggling to catch up with his speed as he was basically running up the stairs with all my luggage. I came to an abrupt stop when Tom stopped to open our room door. It was a nice, crisp bedroom, 1 large king sized bed, a walk in closet and a large bathroom. “Gee, I think we won the jackpot with this room.” I announced as I threw myself onto the bed. I was quite sure I saw Tom smirk as he locked the door, I then felt his strong hands grip my legs and pull me off the bed, laughing as I protested and kicked him lightly. “Put me down Tommy.” I yelled, Instead of putting me down, he threw me back onto the bed. “Just so you know, You’re the only person that can call me Tommy.” he smirked and pointed at me, a single strand of hair falling out, in front of his face, inviting me to brush it away, Tom looking way too sexy for me to only want him as a friend. 

That night as we both got ready for bed, I panicked, releasing I only brought my sexy pj’s incase I got lucky one night, and not my comfy ones. Tom, noticing me in distress, asked what was wrong. “What’s wrong Love?” “I brought the wrong pj’s.'' I groaned. “Why? What’s the problem with these?” Tom asked, I held them up for him to see and I heard him whistle. “What?” I laughed, “Well I think you bought the wrong pair, where did you buy them anyway? Sexyland?” He asked. I let out a chuckle, leaning forward as I laughed, unknowingly giving Tom a clear view of my cleavage and the top of my breasts. I heard him take a strong breath and I noticed him adjusting his pants a little as I got up to have a shower, brushing off the reactions from Tom as nothing. After my shower, when I walked out in my pj’s I knew Tom would have some kind of reaction, like any average teenage boy when they see more boobs than expected. It was already awkward sleeping in the same bed as my boy bestfriend who I have known since we were 11, but then me sleeping in pj’s that showed half my boobs and him sleeping in nothing but a pair of boxers made it just a little bit more awkward.

I seemed almost like our roles were reversed. Instead of me falling asleep first and Tom staying up until past midnight reading, It was him who fell asleep first. It couldn’t have been much past 10 o’clock when I heard my name being said. It was muffled so it could’ve most likely come from another room, but as I leaned over to the bedside table to put my book in the drawer and turn the small night light off, I realised that it was Tom who was calling my name. Not even calling it, he was moaning my name. I started shaking his body, trying to wake him up. “Tom, wake up.” I whispered. “What is it y/n?” He groaned. “Why the fuck are you moaning my name in your sleep?” I asked him as he rolled over to face me. “What do you mean?” He asked, “I mean, why the fuck are you moaning my name? Are you having wet dreams or some shit?” I questioned. I saw Tom blush and that was how I knew I was right. “Oh my gosh” I teased, “My best friend since first year has secretly had a crush on me.” I giggled. “How do you feel about that?” Tom asked. “Well, I am glad that you feel the same way.” I announced, clearly surprising Tom because he thought only he felt that way.

“Well, why don't we reenact what you dreamt of Tommy” I told him, noticing a smile creep upon his lips. “I would love that.” He responded. “So, tell me. How did your dream start?” I asked as I let Tom take control of my actions. “Well, first,” Tom didn’t even finish his sentence before he pulled my pj shorts down and dived straight into my pussy. I moaned and pulled at his hair as he licked through my folds and his lips attached to my clit. “Oh fuck Tommy, I didn’t know you had such a mouth on you.” I moaned. I heard Tom chuckle and look up into my eyes smirking, “Do I make you feel good doll?” “Fuck yes.” I moaned, “‘Should’ve just fucked me in third-year when I complained to you about not getting a boyfriend.” I laughed, quickly replaced by a moan as Tom sucked on my clit. “Oh shit, I’m close Tommy, please.” “You gonna come sweet girl?” He asked, returning his attention to my clit. “Mmh, yes please Tommy, please.” I shrieked, as I came undone on Tom's tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good sweet girl.” he moaned as he continued eating my pussy, and licking up my juices. 

“Oh fuck Tom, stop teasing just stick it in already.” I moaned when Tom finally thrusted his thick cock inside my wet pussy. “Oh shit, you feel so good doll.” Tom moaned, thrusting in and out of my soaking cunt, earning moans and mumbled words from me. “Mmh” I hummed, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot every single time. “Fuck, angel you feel so good, so tight around my cock,” he kept thrusting harder in and out of my pussy. Harder, Faster, Stronger. “Oh fuck… fuck…fuck.” all I could utter were moans and swears of pleasure. “Oh, you make me feel so fucking good Tommy,”  this made Tom go even harder, hitting my g-spot and every right spot in my cunt. Tom placed his thumb on my clit, massaging it in circles and whispering in my ear, “You gonna come all over my cock sweet girl?” “Yes please Tommy, Please.” Tom increased his speed on my clit and thrusted harder into my pussy. I felt his cock twitch inside me, knowing that he was close, then he pulled out. I groaned in annoyance at his actions, “I want you to ride me, I want you to control me and make yourself come.” Tom said. I cradled his thighs, sinking down on his cock once again. “Oh fuck,” I moaned “I’m gonna ride you until I pass out.” I announced, causing Tom to look at me surprised. “Are you really?” he asked, smirking as I started bouncing on his cock. I bounced and rode his cock, meanwhile massaging my clit, moaning Tom's name as he started thrusting up into my cunt. “You gonna come inside me Tommy?” I asked, his cock twitching inside me. “Fuck yes.” He groaned in pleasure, securing his hands on my hips, guiding me on his cock. Finally, I breathed in deeply, giving myself one more push on my clit, arching my back as I came undone again. Tom’s cock twitching rapidly before he came inside my pussy. “Oh fuck,” we both moaned as I rode out our high. 

“Shit Tom, why have you been keeping that from me all this time?” I asked, laughing a little while I lay, cuddling with Tom. “Well, you never showed any interest in me, so I never asked you to be my girlfriend.” “Will you be my boyfriend Tommy?” “Sure doll.” he responded with a smile. 

[short-honey-badger]

Snapdragon 2

Pairings: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

Summary: Time passes, and you become Mihawk's favorite canvas. But he still can't stand your damn friends.

Thank you to @sanjisleggy for the lovely idea of a Jealous Mihawk ❤️❤️

Part 1 -> HERE Minishot Masterlist

Mihawk hadn't expected you to become one of his favorite customers. Nor had he thought the two of you would grow close enough to end up dating. Shanks had made fun of him, grinning and crowing about how some sweet florist had finally made it through to his black heart. Dracule had promptly tossed the red head from his shop again, telling Shanks to come back when he didn't feel like causing a ruckus.

You'd come to him a few weeks after the first tattoo, another plastic sleeve in hand, but this time, it was a bright red spider lily that you asked him for. Mihawk had watched you shuck your jeans for the second time, exposing his work and your soft flesh to his golden gaze. He'd approached you carefully, reaching out to smooth his hand up from your knee, thumb pressing into your skin, and tracing just outside the ink he'd lain into you the last time.

You'd looked up at him with wide eyes, tongue flicking out to wet your lips. Mihawk wasn't sure who'd moved first, only that your lips were suddenly on his and his hand was in your hair, tilting your head back so that he could kiss you senseless. Instead of the tattoo, the two of you had gone out for coffee afterward, getting to know one another and finding that you had more in common with him than Mihawk would have thought.

Your right leg had become a beautiful canvas full of curling flowers and brilliant blooms that your friends awed over. You would blush and always made it known that it was Mihawk who did them for you.

Today was another such appointment, one that he's been anticipating for a while now. You'd given him creative freedom on this next one, and Mihawk was elated that you wanted something that was uniquely his decorating your body. But for some reason, you were running late, and Dracule expected he knew why.

Even from within his parlor, Mihawk had heard the loud arrival of your rowdy friends. Peeked out the front windows to see the usual group decend on your store, keeping you busy and away from him. He frowns and stands, disheartened that you seemed to have forgotten about your date with him.

Mihawk grabs his coat and shucks it on, and fixes his shirt before he makes the march across the street. He wasn't about to let them hoard you away from him, especially not this evening. The door chimes when he pushes it open, and he sneers at the loud cackling of one of your friends. He spots them easily enough in the back, eyes narrowing in displeasure when he sees one of them has their arm around your shoulders, holding you close and speaking loudly to one of your other friends.

It may be petty, but he doesn't like seeing how close they are to you. He should be the only one who can be so hands-on with you, be able to touch you with such familiarity. A feeling that he doesn't experience often threatens to choke him, but Mihawk isn't so paltry to not know that it's jealousy that he feels.

He stalks forward, coming to a stop on the other side of the counter and clearing his throat. The sudden sound has you whipping around, eyes wide and turning apologetic when you see that it is him. He softens at that, but the sting of envy lingers when your friend jostles you by the shoulders, stepping forward with a wide grin.

"You must be the guy that our girl has talked so much about," He says, and Mihawk doesn't fight the sneer that comes to his lips. He likes this one the least. You aren't theirs. You are his. He thinks hisses in his mind.

"I am, and _ is late for her appointment with me. I came to collect her," He drawls, and his hands tighten into fists inside his coat pockets when your friend just laughs obnoxiously.

"Collect her? Why don't you stay a while? You're always so cooped up in that building, all sad and dreary."

Mihawk's frown deepens, and he flicks his eyes down to you where you are subtly trying to extract yourself, quietly telling your friend to stop and that it wasn't any of his business what Mihawk wants to do. The artist appreciates your efforts, but your friends obviously don't since they all begin to whine. He has a hard time not rounding the counter and physically removing the younger man from you.

"No, thank you," Miahwk says, voice low and dangerous. He watches you finally shove your friend away and then begin to drive your friends to the door with an awkward laugh.

"That's enough, guys. He's right. I don't want to make him wait any longer," you say, and Dracule watches you toss them out and lock the shop doors behind them with a sigh. You look nervous when you turn around, bottom lip between your teeth, "I'm sorry, hun. I told them I was going to be busy this evening, but they stopped by anyway."

Mihawk says nothing. Instead, he stalks forward, hands coming up to grip your cheeks and drag you in for a harsh kiss, all tongue and teeth. He wants to make sure you forget all about your friends. The only thing that the artist wanted you to focus on was him.

"Don't let it happen again, flower. I don't like to be kept waiting," He murmurs quietly, and you nod absentmindedly, eyes glassy and distracted from his kiss. He smirks against your lips, taking them again in a quick embrace before he pulls away and fetches your jacket from behind the counter.

Mihawk meets your eyes when he comes back, tone full of promises, "Now come along, dear. There's a space that needs to be filled."

[thatlotuscookie]

Would u be able to write Chel (Road to El Dorado) x male reader smut?

Content: Female Softdom. Kissing. Biting. Oral sex. (Female receiving) Face sitting. Come swallowing. Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thighjob.

✧･ﾟ: a/n : yaa!! thank you for the request ^-^ enjoy :< chel is such a hottie !

✧ Title: ✧ Divine Pressure ✧ ✧ Characters: Chel x Male!Reader ✧ Genre: Smut, Romance, PWP ✧ Rating: E ✧ Summary: Her thighs are your altar, her touch your undoing, and her voice? Pure temptation. You're not just hooked—you're owned. And she’s far from done with you. ✧ Content Warnings: Face-sitting, thigh-fucking, oral (f receiving), explicit language, dom!Chel, power play, worship kink, overstimulation, marking (biting/scratching), cocky/bratty dom, reader gets wrecked, heavy emphasis on thighs ✧ MDNI: 18+ content, not suitable for minors. ✧ WC: 643 words // 3.7k chars

The room was dim—candlelight flickering off golden walls, casting shadows that danced like flames hungry for sin. Chel leaned back against the silk-covered pillows with a smirk that could stop a war. Her eyes, dark, brown and dangerous, dragged over your body like she owned every inch—and fuck, maybe she did.

“You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna do something about it?” she teased, voice dripping with mockery and heat. Her legs parted just slightly—just enough for you to catch a glimpse of that soaked paradise between her thighs. Your throat tightened.

Goddamn, those thighs. They weren’t just thick—they were divine. Sculpted like some depraved artist’s wet dream. You moved between them like a starving man crawling toward his final meal, your hands sliding up her legs with a kind of desperate reverence. She let you worship her, let you kiss every inch—nibbling, biting, tasting the salt of her skin like an addict.

She chuckled lowly as your tongue slid along her inner thigh, just shy of the dripping mess above. “So eager… but so fucking slow.” Her fingers tangled in your hair as she pulled you closer. Not yanked—no, this wasn’t brutality. This was control, slow and sensual and maddening.

And then she sat on your face.

Your world vanished into warm, slick heaven as her thighs wrapped around your head like a velvet vice. You groaned, the vibration making her shudder, and she rolled her hips, grinding against your tongue like she owned the rhythm of your soul. You swore if you died right then, it’d be with her taste in your mouth and zero regrets.

Her moans were music—soft at first, then climbing with every flick of your tongue. She was soaked, dripping down your chin, grinding harder until she nearly broke you in half with those gorgeous thighs. She pulled back, not because she was done—hell no—but because she wanted to watch you suffer a little.

“Lie back,” she whispered, climbing over you with that smug, sinful grin. “I’m not finished.”

Your cock twitched at her voice alone, and she noticed—of course she fucking did. She gripped it with those slick hands, teasing slow strokes before nestling it between her thighs. Holy hell. That soft, wet friction of her thighs wrapping around your shaft was like velvet sin. She moved slow, grinding you between her slick skin, letting you fuck her thighs while she stared down at you like you were her damn toy.

You lost your mind.

Her lips found your neck, biting, marking, owning. “You love this, don’t you?” she purred, voice thick with power. “Love being used like this.”

When you finally came; hard and desperate—she caught it with that wicked smile, leaned down, and swallowed every drop like the unholy goddess she was.

Her grip around your slick, twitching cock loosened as she watched you gasp for air, still dazed from the fucking holy experience of her thighs. You were a sweaty, used-up mess—and she loved it. Her smile was slow, wicked, dripping with that cocky confidence only a woman who knows she owns your soul could wear.

She leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and soaked in sin.

“I hope you’re not thinking this is over,” she whispered, licking the edge of your jaw. “I just made you cum from my thighs, baby…”

Her nails scraped your chest as she climbed on top of you, straddling your waist with those dangerous hips.

“Next, I’m riding this cock—slow and deep—until you’re begging like a bitch and forgetting your own name.”

She ground her hips down just enough for your oversensitive tip to brush against her dripping entrance, and fuck, you almost blacked out. She smirked, teasing you with heat you couldn’t have even imagined before tonight.

“You're mine now,” she breathed, biting your bottom lip. “And I’m going to ruin you.”

[eros7hanatos]

➽ Our little play thing

Switch!Dottore x switch!gn reader

Warnings: porn with plot, smut, chastity belt, restraints, mostly dom reader,

word count: 1.1k words

A/N: hope this is alright 🐍 anon! This was a rlly new experience for me to write and holy- I hope you like it and a part 2 will be coming ;) Sorry for the late post T^T, still editing a little, im busy rn so 😭😭

art creds: idk please tell if you do know 🙏

“Oh my gosh it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” The certain red headed girl said as she wrapped her hands around you.

“It has been so long!” you say back as you lean against the door frame when she had let you go. “How was your concert travels?”

“Oh it went well, thanks for asking.” Nilou said with a smile as she suddenly reached into a bag by her side, “Oh yeah, here’s the key you asked for? I hope you can overcome your sugar addiction, but for now you deserve a treat after I’ve been gone for so long!”

She dropped the small golden key into your hand as you then waved her goodbye, promising to meet her soon and that you were a little busy at the moment. You smirked to yourself, what a great excuse that was. To be fair you weren’t exactly lying, it was a sort of way to restrain yourself, well, more like restraining him from something so sweet. The sweet taste of release.

“Who was that at the door?” A breathy husky voice asks as you walk back into your bedroom and plop yourself in the dark room on the bed.

“Oh, Nilou, she came back from her concert tour, can’t believe she’s pretty big now.” you say nonchalantly as you see his red eyes glint in the darkness.

“Did she give you the key? She better fucking have.” he almost growls as you let out a chuckle. Just in that moment you had a snarky little idea as you slip the key into your back pocket and turn to him.

You look at him with doe eyes, “She said she kept it in a bag that she forgot at an inn, don’t worry darling, it’ll only take a week or so to send it back.” you say, sarcastically and feigning sadness and pity in your tone. He grunts as he fights his restraints. What a sight this was, his hands tied behind his back, his legs occasionally kicking the air, his navy blue shirt wide open for your touch.

“What the fuck? Another week? I’m not waiting that long, you have to have a spare key, give it to me right now-” You roll your eyes and cup his cheeks, kissing him to shut him up. His lips move in the same pace as yours, following your motions as he bites your lower lip, harder than usual. You pull away, you lick the spot, tasting a metallic taste. Before you could even notice Dottore leans into you, smashing his lips back onto yours as his tongue enters your mouth in that moment of weakness. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, wet and warm, he moans into the kiss, relishing the little amount of control he had at the moment before it would be taken away once again. And surely you do, pushing his muscular body away from yours as you gasp for breath.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” he rolls his eyes as you lean back onto the soft mattress, thinking of what to do as payback. You smirk as an idea comes to mind and crawl over to the bed headboard, plopping yourself on Dottore’s lap, your smile widening as you hear him grunt. You run your hands through your hair as one of your icy fingers touch his well sculpted abs, causing him to wince at the sensation. One of your arms snakes around his neck as another one slowly but surely moves up his chest. He frowns and closes his eyes as you lean in closer, breathing on his chest.

Your hot breath drives him crazy as he feels more aroused by the second, helplessly trying to buck his hips up into you. You giggle as you continue, flicking his hard nipples and listening to his grunts and moans. You stick your tongue out, licking the erect nub before putting your whole mouth on it, sucking it, before biting down hard, just like how he had done to you. Dottore whines as you lick the spot, soothing it with your tongue.

He’s panting hard, sweat drips from his forehead as he fights his restraints again as your mouth leaves his body. Your hands trace his name on his chest as you move your hips slightly, edging him on. Your hands then move lower as you position yourself backwards, making space for your hands as you touch the chastity belt.

“What a shame, if not for this we could be having a good time.” you pout as it quickly changes into a sly smile. Dottore smiles, gritting his teeth as he looks at you through his blue hair. “If not for you leaving me alone all the time, I wouldn’t have done this, you know.”

“Tch. Couldn’t even get the belt in my size…” he mumbles, completely ignoring what you just said. You latch yourself onto his other nipple, nibbling it and slobbering your saliva all over it, angry as your anger slowly eases from his muffled moans and his chest heaving up and down relentlessly.

“I’m gonna make you regret this, you know that, don’t you?” he says as you let go of his abused nipple with a pop, now interested in his abs, tracing the lines as you nod. Suddenly his hips bump up into yours, stronger than ever as you fall into him, you yelp as you look at him, a scowl on your face and a smug look on his. Suddenly something caught his eye, he frowns as he then turns his eyes back to you, tilting his head as he smiles. You look back, trying to find what caught his eye as you then see something glinting. A small golden key. You hurriedly check your back pocket and, as expected, it’s empty. It must’ve fallen from your pocket when he thrusted up into you.

“Give it here.” he demands.

“Even if I did give it to you, you don’t even have the hands to free yourself.” you chuckle as you suddenly hear a snap. You eyes widen as you see him rubbing his wrists, a red line imprinted on his skin.

“Should’ve bought more expensive cuffs.” he laughs as he throws the cheap metal to the side, holding you with one hand and the other to grab the key to free himself. You sit there, shocked as you try to take control of the situation once more, frantically trying to free yourself from his grasp. He chuckles at your futile attempt as his big hand holds your wrists, another finally freeing himself from the belt.

“I told you you’d regret it~”

[subbyboysgalore]

Hiii I loved your oral post! I have been thinking about Yamato's nonstop since I read it

I was wondering if you could do a similar one for TRIGGER?

i hope you feed on this meal well, my beloved trigger likers !! i just knew this ask would come soon after I posted zool's

type: hc

ft: idolish7- gaku yaotome, kujo tenn, ryuunosuke tsunashi

sub!TRIGGER oral hcs

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gaku

- biggest oral liker in trigger, hands down.

- he's so obsessed with putting his mouth on you. he's so obsessed with you

- he'll ask for permission, so honest and earnest, just like everything he does. the way he's saying it though.. gaku doesn't hold back, and it's like he's unintentionally trying to dirty talk you.

- curse his honesty..

- his eyes shine with excitement as you agree, and he jumps straight into kissing you.

- when he's finally on his knees (he got a bit too distracted kissing you), he's all pretty, sticking out his tongue playfully before properly going down on you

- he's the #1 sexiest guy in japan for a reason, and the sight alone is enough to make you a bit dizzy.

- doesn't matter what you have down there, gaku's going crazy with it.

- you have a dick? you might even have to slow him down, he might hurt himself from how greedy he is with it. it's like he's trying his best to choke.

- pussy? he's making out with it. filthy, wet sounds come from him, and he's groaning uncontrollably.

- praise him. praise him while he's sucking you off and he might come untouched.

- he'll return the favor of course, when his mouth isn't full of you. unfiltered praises seems like the only thing he can say at this point, can he even remember his own name?

- even when he's still trying to catch his breath, a genuine "you did amazing" tumbles out of his mouth.

tenn

- perfectionism is tenn's whole thing. so when he goes down on you he has to be perfect at it.

- which is impossible for someone with zero experience but he'll try his best!!

- doesn't work.

- lmao what did he expect

- learning carefully, he tries everything, diligently remembering which parts of your body makes you shake and gasp particularly loud when licked.

- you might have to gently tell him to relax a little, he seems a too wound up for someone just trying to suck his partner off.

- he complies, but not after he maps out the sensitive parts on your neck.

- he's lost in the world containing just the two of you, as he pulls you impossibly closer, to get more of you into his mouth.

- he wants you to feel good, to the point where he almost forgets to breathe.

- kisses as soft and sweet as sugar are scattered all over your stomach and thighs, the spots still tingling even after he kisses them.

- for a pretty and angelic face like his own, tenn sure does look amazing with sweat, your juices and maybe a tear or two on him.

- an image no one else will know about but you.

ryuu

-bear with me. I'm struggling to write ryuu rn

- listen. just look at him. ryuu's so obviously a service sub.

- even though he's bigger than you, he looks cute when his head is between your legs, his shoulder muscles flexing with exertion.

- ryuus the type to move when you tell him to. like.. if you push him in any position, he'll stay there if you want. he's strong enough to carry your body weight too, making any position a choice for you two.

- maybe the worst out of the 3? doesn't mean he's bad though, he's just a bit clumsier at first.

- one time, you look at him, and he's looking up at you with his bright golden eyes dilated with pleasure. if you look hard enough, tears are building up.

- speaking of tears, he's the easiest to cry out of the three. out of emotion or out of overstimulation, either one works.

- he thrives off of pleasing you too, so expect him to cum untouched. right after you finish, you have to give him a little break, he's just so overwhelmed.

- don't worry though, he has plenty of stamina <33

I'M SORRY RYUU'S EXTRA SHORT I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM