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[caraphernellie]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

CONTENT | ellie teaching u how to play pool. heavy sexual tension. heavy praise kink, usage of 'good girl' and other pet names. kinda voice kink? sub!reader, dom!ellie. fingering, oral (r!receiving all). strip teasing. not plot focused at all. fwb but with some feelings reader can't be assed to unpack. ellie is fucking dorky. eight-ball (reader's version).

AUTHOR'S NOTE | posted this little blurb on january first last year, so here we go! happy new years. loved that blurb so much i had to extend it, and make it smuttier. this is really just praise kink central. especially after seeing this random pic on pinterest. winners love winning! ellie pic by @/Quelbia94 on pinterest.

　　WC: 2.0K | ELLIE'S MASTERLIST | BOYCOTT TLOU

A peaceful winter night. Cold is the air, and warm are her hands pressed on your forearms. Moving you into place, your hip meeting the pool table.

The annual ski trip with friends has taken a private turn today, with you and Ellie left behind at the lodge all night. The rest of your group had been wanting to spend New Year's Eve at the bar, but you couldn't think of any worse way to spend the night. With them out of the way for a long few hours, Ellie found purpose in the time alone with you.

Teaching you how to play pool, of course! The table in this Air BnB has remained unused by your entourage in the many trips you've taken—it's left Ellie dying to show off her prowess. Joel taught her well.

She grabs a cue and positions herself behind you. The table isn't yet set up for a proper game, only a few balls ready for the basics to be taught. She briefly explained the rules, but certainly isn't sure you took it all in.

"Alright, you want the long explanation, or do you just want me to show you how to fuck shit up?" She asks, her grin evident in voice. You can't see her but somehow you can picture the look she's wearing; dimpled smirk, eyes laser focused on your side profile.

"Hm," you scoff, "well, obviously I need to know the basics first. Then you can start adding in all the crazy tricks after."

"'Kay, gimme your dominant hand," Ellie says, already reaching for your hand. "You wanna hold the stick with this hand, and rest the narrow end on your other hand."

You stand there and do absolutely nothing. She manoeuvres you like a puppet, guiding your hands into the correct position. The end of the cue touches your index finger, and is pointed straight ahead where the cue ball lies.

"This hand never moves." Ellie's fingers tap your non-dominant hand as she speaks, "you can use it to aim and that's it. Try."

"Uh-huh," you murmur, leaning down lower. You keep your eyes on the white ball and the blue one behind it. You drive the cue forward and it hits the ball softly, yet it doesn't move far.

"Bit more force," Ellie whispers, and her hand moves over yours already. She guides you through a few practise strokes before letting you line up another shot. "You just have to look at the location of the balls to figure out how weak your shot needs to be, you know?"

"Sorry not everyone's an expert at the lamest games imaginable," you mutter, but she takes your jest in stride only for the way you laughed.

It is true, to be fair—she is a ridiculous tryhard.

"S'okay, don't worry," Ellie says. Her voice is soft as silk right now, tone light and reassuring. "You're just practising. Still learning."

It is admittedly hard to focus on your aim when you can feel her softly breathing against your neck. Ellie being so close, it takes your mind back to the times in the past when she's breathed into your neck, her chest flush with your back.

Normal friends don't do that shit.

Normal friends don't think about each other this way. Friends can usually interact with each other without being reminded of the nights they've shared in bed together. This entire situation you're stuck in takes the wind out of your lungs, aches when you dwell on it too long, and yet like an addict, you can't bring yourself to put an end to it.

Albeit distractedly, you take a shot. It's firm, and sends a couple balls rolling.

"Good girl."

Right here is your reason to never walk away from Ellie.

Her voice.

Sweet talking woven into a low, raspy drawl. Praises and compliments that warm your stomach. Blood rushing everywhere—the heat filling not only your face, but your panties.

And it seems she hasn't got a clue. Shouldn't she have caught on by now? One would think she does it on purpose, but Ellie's far from calculated when it comes to flirting.

"This was much better." She's firm, now squeezing your waist as she murmurs close to your ear. "Few more practise shots, yeah?"

"Yeah," you repeat, focusing your mind—or attempting to do so—back towards the task at hand.

A few more practise shots manage to raise your confidence, and Ellie affirms each shot by patting your hip and whispering whatever encouragement she happens to find.

With your confidence growing, tension grows alongside it. Each praise throws out your balance a little, gives your heart a stutter, and flushes warmth and wetness into your panties. It's pathetic, you can't help but think. Can't even hang out with her anymore without this sort of thing happening.

Ellie is less than innocent here. She has paid far more attention than you thought, intention behind every word and every touch provided to you. She couldn't help herself.

"See, I think you might already be almost as good as me. Almost." Ellie chuckles, moving towards the table. She takes the triangle to set up a game, and flicks her gaze up. "You ready for a real game now? I'll go easy on you. Wouldn't wanna make you cry losing your first game."

"Oh, wow, I'm so intimidated," you retort, void of enthusiasm. Cocky girl, she is. But you won't let her stroke her ego tonight, you're desperate to have the upper hand. "I actually thought we could play a different version of the game. My version."

Ellie laughs. Laughs, because she hasn't got a clue what's coming for her. "So you're already trying to cheat?"

"No, this is my new game and you're gonna play with me. It's where we abandon every single rule... and every ball that you sink equals a layer of my outfit coming off. Doesn't that sound more fun?"

"What?"

"Do you need me to go over the rules again?" You ask. And Ellie is seconds away from trying to kiss that wry grin off your face.

"You are a pain in my ass." And yet, she snatches the cue from you. "So, what happens if I sink the eight ball right away? Lap dance?"

"Yeah, that's not happening," you mutter. "Just play the game."

Ellie laughs softly, shaking her head. "Alright, jesus. Pushy."

From beneath her full lashes, adventurous thyme greens glare up at you. They track your movement, watching you take a seat on the bar stool beside the table. Her eyes return to the white ball, beginning to line up the first shot.

And once it's taken, she stands, and looks up at you expectedly.

"What?" You ask. "Don't— be serious, there's no fucking way you sunk one already."

"Heighten your expectations, babe," Ellie chimes, "now, am I allowed to pick what comes off first?"

"N— seriously? I hate you so much."

"Just take your top off already, please."

Well, this game may end up shorter than you'd anticipated. She's made of excellent aim.

Deliberately void of haste, you pull your top up and over your head. Ellie stifles a snort, her mind likening it to unwrapping a present. You're left in a black bra and jeans, eyes rolling before landing back on Ellie.

The girl scoffs, shaking her head before surveying the pool table and planning another move. Perhaps this will backfire on you after all, because Ellie targets the balls nearest to the pockets. She's getting this over and done with in a pinch.

Soon you're in just your underwear, the next garment to come off being your bra, and you're watching her carefully. A blue ball sinks and you tut, voice growing whiny.

"This isn't fair, you're rushing this. I pass this round."

"You think you get to pass? That wasn't one of the rules you declared when we started this game of yours," Ellie reminds, approaching you with narrowed eyes. "I'm playing fair according to your rules."

You groan and tip your head back with utmost annoyance until a warm hand cups your cheek and directs you back to her—and her free hand is fumbling with the clip of your bra.

"You've got to take the shit off."

She finally manages to undo it and the lacy lingerie slips down your shoulders, bestowing upon her the sight of your chest. Cool air slips in through the open window, and not even the lodge's heater can help you. Goosebumps rise and your nipples grow firm at the chill.

"That's better," Ellie whispers, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone gently. "One more shot."

Pushing past how exposed you suddenly are, you watch Ellie line up another shot. You're hardly able to pay attention with the growing heat between your thighs, yet she's aiming straight for the eight ball this time. It's loaded with cockiness, and overridden by dorky commentation.

"She shoots..." Ellie knocks a green ball with her cue. It hits the eight ball and it rolls agonisingly slowly across the table, finally falling into the pocket. "Aaaaand she scores."

"You're so immature," you mutter, standing up finally. Ellie's unbothered as always, an arm swiftly moving around your waist as she places her cue down.

"Better get those panties off," she says, tone making it sound like a suggestion, though it's certainly a demand. "I won fair and square! Let me have my prize."

Your fingers hook into the sides of your panties, sliding them down your legs before stepping out of them. Baring yourself for your friend, it's such a strange feeling. It can be conflicting, but turns euphoric as soon as her eyes drag over your form.

"Good girl," Ellie murmurs. "Ain't you pretty like that? C'mere."

Kisses peppered along your jaw lead to your lips, your body resting against the side of the table. You're bordering on sitting on it, Ellie's hands moving with a mind of their own to spread your thighs.

A messy exchange of spit and clashing teeth is interrupted with you throwing your head back. She's pretty much lathering her fingers with the glistening essence of your pussy, stroking them up and down.

"So wet," Ellie whispers, softly laughing against the nape of your neck. She presses a kiss to the waiting skin there, fingers finding their way to your hole. She slips them in slowly, listening to the strained moan it elicits.

She almost wants to moan herself at the way you clench on her fingers, the feeling warm, wet, and tight. She curls her fingers, thumb brushing over your clit and she has to chuckle at your keen and whimper. "That good, huh?"

"Fuck," your tender whisper is swallowed by her lips, kissing, biting, licking into your mouth. Your trembling knees threaten to give out but Ellie hooks your leg over her hip, pushing you against the table even firmer.

"I got you," she mumbles, attention focused between your legs where a white ring is forming around her knuckles. "God, you're a work of art like this. Take it so well, don'tcha?"

"Mhm." Your desperate coos don't go unnoticed, the pretty sounds of you getting closer and closer to the edge spurring her on.

"Hold on, okay?" Ellie smiles, and that gorgeous grin would seem so innocent in any other circumstance, but she moves to her knees, flushed face staring up at you. She keeps your leg over her shoulder and hums appreciatively as your hand threads into her hair—she will be the death of you.

Her fingers continue plowing into you, erotic squelching sounds forming as she moves her hand, and your legs buckle once her tongue slides over your clit.

"Hhn, Els, shit. I'm close," you whine, hand tangling into her hair while the other squeezes and squishes your tits unconsciously. "Please, please, just like that."

Ellie holds that eye contact, not wavering for even a second. Her tongue laves over your clit, she sucks the engorged bud between her lips and your entire body jolts, a pitchy moan eliciting from your lips as an orgasm hits you.

And she slurps up every drop, from your clit to the juices leaking down her wrist.

"Atta fuckin' girl."

Ellie rises to her feet with a hand neatening up her tousled hair, licking her lips clean as she glances at the clock.

"And happy new year."

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 22: Bondage - Poly!Marauders

Summary: Trying something new, you trusted your boyfriends as they restrained you in the middle of an empty classroom

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, bondage, restraints with ropes, eyemask, anonymous sex, mouth gag, dom/sub, edging, nearly caught, free-use (kinda), creampie, subspace, aftercare

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It had taken nearly half an hour to set up. James undressed you slowly, chilling you to the bone as the emptied classroom did little to provide warmth. Remus positioned your body to allow Sirius to begin intricately moving his wand, directing the rope into unique knots he’d been practising for today.

They used a rickety old desk with numerous burn marks from past students' experiments having gone wrong on the top, but this was the base for where you would be leaning your weight. Your chest was pushed over the surface, so you were bent over. Each of your ankles was tied to the floor, giving no space to move from how your legs are spread, giving the boys the perfect view of your intimate areas. Your arms are awkwardly positioned behind your back and then the thick rope slithered and wound around your body, delicately between your breasts so they both are perked until you are utterly and thoroughly strapped to the desk with no means of escape.

Despite the odd angle and the sensation of the rope, it was surprisingly comfortable, especially as your head was left to dangle off the edge of the desk and had free movement.

“How’s this position feeling?” James asked, squatting down so that you could look him in his hazel eyes.

“It’s good, Sirius did a great job”, you respond with a grin and, earning a satisfied whoop from Sirius.

“Good. Now tell me what you need to do if you want to use your safeword”, James asked with caution, lacing his tone.

“Shake my head or tap my fingers three times”.

“Good girl”, Sirius praises from where he stood out of your line of vision, but you could feel the journey his fingers were taking down your spine, between the ropes. “Now, it’s time to say bye-bye”.

This was all part of the plan. First, they placed a ball gag into your mouth, Remus doing so delicately before kissing your temple and easing the silk eye mask to cover your vision. All you were left to depend on was your hearing as you listened to them walking away and out the door.

Alone, you attempted to try and move, testing the restraints, and all it did was tighten around your body, the rough material burning slightly from the friction. Everything seemed to be much louder, from the creaking of the ropes to your own breathing; it was all emphasised as you tried to listen for the door opening again, but you were unsure who it would be. This was the idea for today's antics, somewhat anonymous sex but with your boyfriends, bound and gagged, for them to come and touch and fuck without getting caught.

It was exhilarating, blood pumping with adrenaline, which helped to keep you warm as you waited patiently, a pulse forming between your thighs for what was about to happen.

The door creaking open was your first sign of someone else in the room. You stopped breathing to try and listen more closely to the steps, but you could not decipher who had walked through the door. The ropes strained more as you attempted to shift your position, to prepare for what was to come, and already forgetting how thoroughly you were tied down, so all you managed to do was stay entirely still.

The zipper unfastened was almost deafening with how loudly it echoed around the classroom; all you could tell was that whoever it was was directly behind you. He did not touch you with his hands; the first touch from his body was the tip of whoever's cock had just been released from the confines of his trousers.

Your breath hitched as he swiped his hardness up and down your folds, adding extra pressure onto your clit that had your body tightening in tension and then relaxing with the pleasure that came from the stimulation. The lewd sound of your wetness being rubbed against had the tips of your ears warming, but you couldn’t contemplate the embarrassment as you slowly were penetrated.

You gasped, but it was muffled by the round plastic ball shoved in your mouth, holding your tongue to the bottom of your mouth and making saliva challenging to swallow that it was already beginning to dribble down your chin. It was blissful, that first stretch and burn that came with it, the wider your hole became, clasping around the cock like it was your body's lifeline.

The desk creaks under the weight of the movement of your body, especially as more warmth crowds your lower back as your boyfriend begins to lean their weight over you, pressing their hands into the desk on either side of your hips. Using that as leverage, he began to fuck you with hard, deep strokes.

Your head fell forward, fully dangling off of the edge. The entire experience was disorientating, not knowing which cock was inside of you. Either way, you loved it; even the ache building in your shoulders from the awkward angles of your arms couldn’t fault the overwhelming pleasure through your body.

Your moans increased in pitch, the fire in your abdomen blazing as he kept fucking and fucking until you thought it couldn’t feel any better; the urge to scream out with your orgasm was overwhelming. Until that is, the very thing giving you pleasure decides to vacate its warm home as the cock pulls out completely. Your cunt fluttered as you groaned with agony and frustration as the orgasm disappeared before reaching its full potential.

Only after you had calmed enough to stop whining that the cock fucked into you again, chasing their pleasure until their thrusts halted and warmth filled deep inside your cunt as their cum spurted into you. They stayed inside of you until their cock had softened. You wish you could have seen them, surprised they hadn’t even made a noise through it all, as each of your boyfriends was usually quite vocal as they ejaculated.

Whoever it was, leaves without so much as a ‘thanks for a good fuck’, as all you're left with is the obscene drip of the cum oozing out of your vagina and onto the stone floor. It matches the same noise of the saliva dripping down your chin and onto the floor, creating a tiny puddle.

The door opens and closes again, the similar steps as before, a zipper and then a cock pushing in. You gasped just as lewdly as before, especially as your arms were tugged by whoever was fucking you, using your roped hands as something to hold onto as he fucked.

You were once again lost in pleasure. Anonymous sex with one of your boyfriends, bound, gagged, edged with each orgasm that threatened to become a reality. You were so close to cumming twice, your clit swollen and throbbing, and yet, you had to continue the endurance of not being able to cum. He would simply pull his cock out, take a step back and then continue once you’d calmed down enough.

You were close to begging, not that they would be able to understand what you were moaning about around the gag ball.

Just as the thrusting increased in strength, cock smacking into your cervix with the power behind it, did the door suddenly burst open.

“Someone is coming!” You could not tell who had spoken as you felt dizzy and fuzzy through the edging and bondage play. All you knew was that the pleasure had disappeared, and a hand was cupping your cheek. “I’m going to cover you in the invisibility cloak, but you need to stay quiet for us”.

The weight and warmth of the cloak were welcomed, giving you something to ground you in the moment, bringing you back to what was happening and moving past just throughs of cock and orgasms. Shit, you thought, someone was close to catching you all. Of course, this was all the thrill that came with fucking in a somewhat public space, but the realities of it had dread pooling in your stomach uneasily. Especially as you had no means of escape, thoroughly stuck in the position with no way out, or even seeing where anyone else was.

“Boys? What are you doing here?” came the lovely, soft voice of your best friend, Lily.

“Why are you snooping around, Evans? Can’t three boys be revising without any interruptions?” James responded sarcastically from where he stood in front of you from the sounds of it.

“You revising… in a dusty old classroom… You really make everything sound suspicious without even trying. And anyway, I was just on my rounds as head girl, and I spotted you hiding outside the door; of course, I’m going to follow and-” Lily pauses, taking a moment to think before asking with accusation thick in her voice. “Where is she?”

“Where is who?” Sirius asks, from bedside James.

“You know who I’m asking about, Sirius. Where you three are, she usually is, so where is she?” Lily asks, obviously referring to your whereabouts.

“I don’t know who you are talking about. Do you know who she’s talking about, Prongs?” Sirius asks James casually with a hint of arrogance.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Hello? Anyone else in here?” James shouts around the room, obviously not getting a response and earning a very sincere eye-roll from Lily. “Nope, not in here. Maybe whoever it is that you’re looking for is in the common room”.

Lily gives an exacerbated sigh, “Whatever, I won’t ask any more questions. Just make sure whatever it is you’re doing doesn’t lose us any house points”.

“Nothing like that is happening, I promise you that, Lily”, Remus answers, stepping forward and gently easing Lily out of the room. A few dreadful minutes pass before the warmth of the cloak disappears, and you’re nuzzling into a palm cupping your face. “Are you ok?” Remus asks gently, moving both hands to your face and tenderly stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

You nod your head as you answer that you are ok. “Good. Do you want to continue?” Once more, you’re nodding your head, yes. You mewl slightly as Remus’ hands leave the comfort of your face, and then two footsteps are heard leaving the door.

You’re left in the room with one of them, but once more, you’re unsure who it was that was circling around your body. Two fingers then swiped down your pussy, making you jolt in your restraints as they push in. You’re drenched from the side of it, and for once, they don’t stop until you orgasm, curling into that beautiful, sensitive spot within.

You were shivering through the orgasm, eyes clenching tightly closed, even though you were still covered in the eye mask. The waves of pleasure continued as a cock was replacing the fingers; from the size and feel of it, it was the same person as before you’d been interrupted by Lily.

He continued the pace as fiercely as before, your body now humming with pleasure and adrenaline and slipping further into the submissive space you enjoyed so much. Especially as you were restrained and putting your complete trust in your three boyfriends, it was easy to feel more vulnerable and submissive like this.

You came again as your boyfriend also finished, his hot seed joining the previous man as your walls milked him of every single drop in tight, clenching waves of pleasure.

By the third person, your body is past aching and is not hurting. Pins and needles run up and down your limbs, the rough rope is rubbing against your delicate skin, and you're slightly light-headed due to the position your head is hanging.

The cock filled you completely, lubed by your juices and two other men as it entered you to the brim. Your pussy is throbbing and slightly overstimulated from the orgasms and fucking. The moans are hoarse, jaw aching just as badly as your restrained limbs from being kept open with the ball gag. Your eyemask was damp around the yes from where you’d cried in euphoria. It was all so fucking good but verging on being too much.

With the constant stimulation from whoever was fucking your pussy, it felt like the pulses of your orgasm didn’t want to settle, so you were left with that heightened sensation. But, then, a firm hand was holding yours behind your back, which was an odd sensation due to the pins and needles, but it was your only sign that you were able to be full once more as he breathed out a heavy sigh and came.

The hand he’s holding is released as he eases himself out of you carefully, zipping himself up before whistling to notify the others who enter immediately.

The eye mask is removed first by Sirius, who is now kneeling in front of you. Your eyes are closed, but wetness lines the lashes, which he quickly wipes, cradling your face so he can look at you properly.

“Hey, sweetheart, you with us?” The way he talked so gently to you made your heart beating harder with love, helping you draw your tension away from the pain and to him. Nodding your head, he praised you, delicately kissing the tip of your nose. “You did so good for us; we’re so proud of you. We’re just going to remove your gag and the ropes. We’ll be as careful as we can”.

Nodding your head in understanding, Sirius unbuckles the gag from between your lips, spit coating the plastic. He carefully massages your jaw, helping you to shut it, and you now realise just how dry your throat was as you take a second to try and coat your mouth and swallow a few times to relieve the burn. With the back of his sleeve, Sirius cleans your mouth, chin and throat of any spit that had dribbled out.

Remus and James ease the ropes from your body, starting with your arms. You shout out in pain at feeling the material's roughness, and even though it was nice to have movement back, your joints and muscles were aching, so any movement caused pain. Remus thankfully used his significantly warm hands to massage over the soreness.

“Shh, I know it hurts; we’re going to take you to the prefects bathroom and use the bath in there”, Sirius informs you, still cradling your face and talking through the movements.

As the last of the rope from your ankles is unbound, you were scared you’d roll off the desk and onto the floor and for a second, it felt like you were. But, it was actually Remus who had been tilting your body so that he could scoop you into his arms, your head resting tiredly on his shoulders, ignoring the fact that cum was still seeping out of your hole and onto his arm.

“Throw the cloak over us, will you Padfoot?” Remus asks Sirius, who does as instructed.

“I want to sleep”, you whisper, voice breaking with the effort in doing so.

“You can sleep, we’ll look after you”, Remus reassured.

[stupidlittlespirit]

Do you have a list of smut headcanons you have for Ford? Including what his… size and width is under the belt lmao

So, I don't really put much stock into dick sizes and stuff, I don't like to think about them too closely bc I think they're a bit gross LMAO.

but for general smut hcs?

oh boy do i........

I'd just say 'the right size for you' and let you do the imagining. i know it's big though on god i know it is

Here's an ask I already answered about this and it still stands, though I'll repeat myself here because it's fun.

These all apply to my fanon version of post portal!Ford because he's my favourite. They aren't really comprehensive nor are they exhaustive but hey ho:

I think we've all established as a group that praise is big for him. Any kind, provided it's genuine, gets him all warm and toasty inside. He's driven (compelled, really) to earn more of it and will go about doing so as 'subtly' as he can.... As subtle as a sledgehammer to the knee is, anyway. He fold for it immediately and he likes to hear and know that he's doing well and is liked, which makes him generous with the attention he gives. Likes to hear that he's smart/the best etc.

Virgin. Don't care what anyone says. That motherfucker is a virgin. Maybe he's held hands and kissed someone behind the bike sheds at school, but not much more. He's shy about it but he's an inquisitive, quick learner and he strives to do his best, so it makes for a nice combo once he does lose it.

Because he's new to all this, he wants to practise. He wants his partner to teach him. He'll still get overconfident and try to act like he knows what he's doing after one or two tries, but he ultimately enjoys getting to be taken along for the ride (heh).

It would take him time to get comfortable enough to pursue sexual and romantic contact. New forms and layers of trust have to be built and that kind of stuff takes time. Sex makes you vulnerable and he's not the kind of person that generally allows himself to be vulnerable, so I think he'd probably be quite nervous about it all. He'd feel very powerless and out of his depth so a partner would have to hold his hand through it (literally, too).

Adding onto that scary element, I think he'd be a switch with a preference for subbing and service, and being submissive requires a lot of trust. He's been taken advantage of over and over again, and he'd be frightened of it happening again. A partner would have to work hard to ease that fear.

Bi/pan. No one traverses inter-dimensionally and stays straight, whether you're fucking your way across the multiverse like Rick Sanchez or you're pure as untouched snow. He likes men, women, all the in-between genders, the interspecies aliens and fuck it, cryptids too.

Is romantically driven before anything else. Falls with feelings over physical attraction.

Cums quickly (virgin, duh) but knows that'll be the case, so spends more time performing on his partner before he gets his turn. He'll do literal experiments later on (with or without his partner) to up his resistance and delay himself.

He's also sixty-something, which means that once he's done, he's done. He can work on his refractory period and fuck it, maybe even find some/make some stuff that will help improve that for a special occasion, but he's still human. I get a good giggle when he's portrayed as a fuck machine (same with Stan) because trust me on this: old men are not! That!

I think he'd start out trying to be very efficient: like okay, I make you cum and then I cum and then that's it, until his partner reassures him that he doesn't have to do that at all and actually if he takes a breath, he'll enjoy it more.

Which then gives way to him taking that advice to heart and discovering long, drawn out, messy make out/ heavy petting sessions. The guy has a lot of time to make up for and he never got to do them in college so he’s going to enjoy them to their fullest now. These last for a while and then often lead into…..

Painfully drawn out, slow sex. Ford finds out that he is a thorough Love Maker, not a fucker. As I linked above, I think he could switch up styles and be adventurous with it, but he prefers taking his time and really bonding through the experience. He’ll get so involved with the sensations and the sights and the sounds that he’ll just forget that there’s technically an ‘end goal’ with sex and will drag things on for an age because he’s enjoying himself and the attention.

If it isn't obvious, I think he likes to take his time. He isn't on the run anymore and once he's reminded that he has the luxury of slowing down now, he'll stomp the breaks and use intimacy to really remind himself of that safety. Not a fan of quickies unless they're risky. Despite being shy, he likes the risk of being caught (by adults only, please, not anyone else) and I think he probably enjoys outdoor sex because he likes being outdoors! It's always the quiet ones....

Somewhat of a mommy/parental/authority kink.

Big fan of edging until he can't talk.

I think he's also a bit of a pervert. It mostly comes from a curious place, but he likes to check out the person he's into ("am I really into them or am I just imagining my attraction?...") and he definitely thinks about them in unholy ways in his private time. I'm drafting a fic where he makes a janky JOI programme on an old PC in the lab with Reader's voice because I think he's a little weirdo sometimes and he likes being bad because he thinks he's too smart to get caught for it. Spoiler: he is not.

Experimentation kink.

I think he's also very shy about it all. Like, really shy. Charmingly so. He definitely holds himself back initially because of noble reasons (his trauma, his age, lack of confidence etc) but even once he's got the go ahead he's still awkward with it. He'll have a brave moment every now and then, though.

Although I think he is predominantly a shy, submissive type in this kind of scenario, I do think he's prone to outbursts (the BPD brothers, helloooo), so every now and then if he's pissed off or excited or whatever, he might be inclined to toss his partner over a nearby surface and have at it. In this kind of scenario, he's probably a lot more demanding for the praise and stuff.

Anyway I'll shut up now :)

[writingwisterias]

Day 21: Rope Play

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Rope Play, Oral (M receiving), Restraints, Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Light Degration kink Masterlist

“I don’t remember Krauser teaching us this” Leon teased as you both practised the knots you had learnt in today's training. However, curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were now outlining certain parts of his body with the ‘extra’ rope. Leon took it like a champ, he didn’t complain about what you were doing. Instead, he let out small breathy moans and whimpers when the rope brushed past his nipple or when your hand drifted lower. It was now hovering next to his hips, your brain processing if creating a harness was a good idea. After all, you were both just practising, right? 

During the lessons, it was hard not to notice Leon’s bulge as you both created the makeshift harness. His cargo trousers never did anything to hide that area anyway, every time he sat down it was painful not to look. The two of you were dormmates, after being the only two who didn’t mind the intersex room sharing in the whole camp. You had gotten along well, often sparing or training together out of hours. Krasuer had been impressed with your progress so he didn’t interfere. What he didn’t know was the benefit package you both had agreed on. At least to make the boot camp that much more bearable. 

Leon had caught on to what you wanted to do and nodded. His hands were already tied behind his back so he didn’t have any means to stop it and that to you made it slightly more exciting. “What if we tried it in different ways? Something more exciting?” You said nervously. You had both used each other for release, Leon more than you when the nightmares had gotten too bad from whatever he had endured. “I mean the black rope is hard to see on my cargo” he spoke up, his confirmation you could explore your sudden ideas. 

With his hands tied the task fell to you, your fingers shook as you worked on the button. You could feel him twitching underneath your touch as you undid the zip. Leon found the blush on your cheeks adorable as he watched you work. Your small gasp was like music to his cock as you looked at its prominent status in his boxers. “They are black too” You whispered. He almost didn’t hear it with how quiet you were. “You are so right” He chuckled. Another sign of his approval. You helped him pull down his trousers, his weeping cock now in view. His length curved slightly and that glorious vein was puffy - begging for you to drag your tongue up it. You worked quickly with the rope, focusing on the tension of the knots his body jolting as you moved him around. You could smell his arousal as the saltiness dripped down his length. 

Leon wanted nothing more than to shove your mouth over his cock. He could feel your breath against his skin tickling the gaps in between his hairs. Your hair strands touch the sensitive area in teasing strokes. The only issue, his hands were still tied behind his back. You looked so smug when you saw his forearms flexing to free himself. The rope budged to support the movements without hurting him but it was still tight enough that he couldn't slip free. What made it was now you had finished the harness, the rope sitting directly around his cock making it even more prominent. The slight pressure squeezed his balls together as he moved. Your touch was feather-like, further adding to the overstimulation of his mind. Your chuckle was evil, taunting him. 

“Do you need me to help you? It looks pretty sensitive” You muttered, your breath was so close. Breezing over the angry red tip. Leon groaned at your teasing, your bratty attitude beginning to turn him on even more. You had never gotten a chance to return the endless teasing he often gave to you. The constant nights of passing out of overstimulation finally looped back to him. What made it even better…he couldn’t do anything about it. “Baby I need you to suck my cock please…your breath is too much” Leon commanded. He was being polite you could give him that. 

Your fingers wormed their way underneath the rope tugging his hips towards you also causing it to tighten around his balls earning a glare from him. Your tongue licked up the small dribble of cum that was spilling down the side like candle wax, his groan was guttural. You were sure the room next door would be able to hear what you were both doing. “Stop being a brat” 

“Or what?” 

Leon scoffed, his arms flexing once against you as he desperately sought to punish you; to shove his cock so far down your throat you croaked at the next role call in the morning. You took some pity on him, sinking your warm mouth around his length and gagging slightly as you took as much of him in. Leon groaned again attempting to lift his hips to thrust his cock into your mouth but forgot the harness surrounding his hips and your fingers still gripping the ropes. His hips didn’t move far, his gaze meeting you with a less than amused look. 

You almost faltered and surrendered your control to him but you had outsmarted him this far. It would be a waste. So you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Leon smirked as you gagged each time, he didn’t even have to force you to do it, you were just so dumb that you were doing it yourself. Despite the hold you had on the darkness, his balls practically bulging from between the ropes every time you tugged at them, he still had full control. You noticed he stopped struggling, instead, his eyes looked down at you, lust blowing them wide. His abs clenched as he drew closer to his finish. 

Leon didn’t look away from you as he came. He kept the dead eye contact as his cum shot down your throat spilling out the sides. He was impressed you still swallowed, wondering if you were going to let it go to waste by dribbling out was going to be part of your bratty mood tonight. Leon smirked when you removed yourself from his cock, watching as it now shined in the light covered in your spit. “Is it my turn to practice now?” Leon grinned.

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[blusherbaker]

TWST Kink Headcanons: Octavinelle Edition

Minors/ageless blogs DNI; all characters are 18+ for these scenarios

Each character is given a short write-up of one of their main kinks, as well as a list of other kinks they may like (with a little more info added in some cases), and a list of things they would dislike.

Warnings: Smut, discussion/mention of multiple kinks of different varieties, including those related to D/s dynamics, bondage, feeding, etc.

<——« Savanaclaw

Azul: Voice kink

It doesn't really matter what your voice sounds like, Azul will absolutely melt simply by hearing your voice (or vocalizations) in the right context. Whether your voice is deep and gravelly, high and light, smooth, lilting, nasally, brassy, breathy, or any other colour / timbre, he will love it. And should you want to make Azul's hearts really race, just adding the slightest layer of a seductive tone to your speech will definitely do the trick.  It's also a good idea to talk to him - at length - while you're intimate with him. Hearing your voice will in equal parts calm him down, get him out of his head and into the moment, and make him very turned-on, especially if you add in even a little bit of dirty talk. Tell him what you want to do to him, or want him to do to you. Let him hear what you feel. And if a few little moans, or sighs, or whimpers happen to make appearances between your words, his arousal will simply go into overdrive. 

Other possible kinks: 

Submission

Domination (sometimes - like Riddle, he's a sub-leaning switch)

Bondage 

Cockwarming?

Lingerie

Dislikes: 

Degradation

Humiliation

Exhibitionism

Mirror sex

Jade: Shibari (and other types of bondage)

Jade appreciates so many things about the art of shibari. The trust, the power, the creativity, and the interplay, with you and him doing a sort of dance, are all things he would find appealing. He would love moulding your body into beautiful shapes ornamented and restrained with ropes (or perhaps ribbons, with the less restrictive binds) and watching your reactions during the entire process. And he loves the controlled unpredictability of it all. Each tie is never the exact same twice - changing even the littlest things, from the speed, to the tension of the rope, results in a completely novel experience each time. That is one of Jade’s favourite parts of shibari. Jade is also a patient man. He takes his time. And he will definitely want to do many, many different ties each and every session. Jade also makes sure things are absolutely perfect, in every aspect - he will have learned and practised the knots and ties before even considering bringing up the idea to you. Each session, he will have an entire routine planned out, his hands moving you smoothly from one position to the next, knotting then undoing the ropes over your body, likely for hours. But don't worry, he will make sure to take care of all your desires as well, you only need to ask him to. Jade will keep you waiting in anticipation, but he will never leave you unsatisfied.

Other possible kinks: 

Stuffing (mostly receiving)

Sadomasochism (he’s more of a sadist than a masochist, though)

Orgasm control

Marking

Dacryphilia

Dislikes: 

Exhibitionism?

Submission (most of the time)

Floyd: Sensation play

Floyd's kinks often shift and change, so you can be certain you'd never simply fall into a routine with him. He's always wanting to try something new, being a bit of an experimentalist at heart, but one thing that stays consistent in one form or another is his love of sensation play. Everything from gentle massages, to the sting of a paddle, to playing different genres of music, to feeding each other different combinations of flavours, to even using various types of lighting, Floyd has so much fun playing with his (and your) senses. Sometimes, the sensations get almost overwhelming, but often, that’s exactly what Floyd needs.  However, despite liking most types of sensation play, his absolute favourite thing is playing with temperatures. And while the heat of things like dripping wax is something that Floyd really, really enjoys, his preference is definitely the cold. He almost always loves the sensation of ice gliding over his warm skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps over his body, and making him shiver as the water slowly evaporates (and he'd adore the feeling of a chilled glass toy cooling him from the inside out, too ♥︎). The cold feels both exciting and comforting to him, and is something that - to Floyd - just overall feels good. 

Other possible kinks: 

Exhibitionism

Feedism

Marking

Sadomasochism (he’s a little bit more of a masochist than a sadist)

Sounding

Lactation

Wax play

Dislikes: 

Bondage (being restrained, specifically)

Other than that, he’s pretty open to trying most things, though he may or may not like them at different times

And with that, my headcanons for the Octavinelle boys' kinks are complete! These three are some of my favourites, and I really had a good time putting this together. It took a bit longer to get out than I thought, but I hope you enjoyed reading through my ideas ^v^

If you have any additional thoughts or opinions on these headcanons, I'd love to hear them!

[nichuuu]

Beats Me - 3: Caravan

Ryujin & Karina

Tags: Smut, FemxFem, Threesome, Dom Ryujin, Sub Karina, Teasing, Face-fuck, rough-sex, creampie

Your hand stung at Ryujin’s touch. A hiss left your mouth as she doused your wound with disinfectant, a string of cusses following suit as she dabbed it dry.

“Damn it Squeaker… Why do you still practise when your hand’s already fucked?” Ryujin huffed in frustration. 

“S-Sorry…” You apologised meekly. You winced as Ryujin tightened the bandage around your hand. 

Your friend sighed heavily, taping the bandage on your hand in place. 

“Don’t push yourself too hard… I know you want to perfect your part, but practising this way won’t help,” She cautioned you, shutting the first aid kit. You examined your bandaged hand, wiggling your fingers to check your range of motion. 

“Did I wrap it too tight?” Ryujin checked. You shook your head.

“I-It’s fine… Thanks,” You smiled. The short hair girl patted you on the shoulder. 

“You ought to rest up… You’ve really been going at it these few days.”

You chuckled sheepishly. 

“Well… I guess I just want Yeji to stop yelling at me…” 

“A true people pleaser aren’t ya?” She mused. 

You managed a small laugh.

“You could call it that.”

Ryujin put the first aid kit back in the corner of the recording room. She walked back and sat back down next to you on the couch. 

“How bad does it hurt?” She asked. 

“Not too bad… Just stings a little, but I can play,” You informed her. 

“Let’s focus on healing before playing, shall we?” 

“B-But… What about prac—”

Ryujin wrapped a hand around your shoulder and pulled you towards her. Your head landed on her chest. She ruffled your hair. 

“You need rest, not practise!” She chided you. You used your un-injured hand to free yourself from her grip.

“Alright, alright! I-I won’t practise!” You affirmed her dodging her second grab. 

Ryujin smirked.

“Good boy,” She praised, patting your head. “I will kill you if I ever see you anywhere near that kit, capiche?”

You chuckled and nodded. Ryujin seemed to be satisfied, and she got up on her feet. 

“It’s getting late, we should get out of here!” She declared. “I’m grabbing dinner with Karina. Join me.”

After a shitty day like today, grabbing a meal with Shin Ryujin didn’t sound like a bad idea… She wasn’ exactly requesting either way. You packed your sticks back into your bag and headed out with your bassist. 

It had been a few weeks since your gig at the bar. Ever since the events that happened backstage, Eunbi had made it a point to expand the band’s repertoire in terms of musicality. She unveiled her new idea to you over breakfast the morning after your session with her. The following day, new, purely instrumental songs had been added to the song list. There were more things to perfect now. Amongst the songs that had been brought in, there were quite a few jazz tunes in there. All of them required quick hands and feet, as well as a saxophone and trumpet player…

While Eunbi scoured the campus to find a capable trumpeter and a saxophonist, you dedicated the time you had to perfect your part. Unfortunately for you, after a poor trial run on one of the songs, Yeji had taken the liberty to “supervise” you.

 From the moment she stepped foot into the studio on your first one-on-one session with her, you had a gut feeling that she would make your life a living hell. And you were unfortunately right.

Your perception of Yeji changed. She was no longer scary to you. Instead, she was incredibly fucking scary. She’d cuss you out over the littlest things, critique your playing when you were a split second late to enter, hurl insults at you when the tempo became too fast for you, and the list goes on…

Strangely enough, her snarky, hot-headed attitude towards you seemed to motivate you to get better. You were determined to obtain the scary girl’s approval, hence you practised daily, even when Yeji didn’t expect you to come in. You never skipped a day, drumming till your hands, arms, legs and feet were sore. 

In the first week, you blistered your right hand, earning you a small tongue lashing from Eunbi when she saw you playing with a minor injury. In the second week, two more blisters occupied your hand, but you hid it well enough from your band members. 

That day, you tore a chunk of skin off the bottom of your palm. Ryujin happened to walk to check on you, only to see you cradling your sore hand and hurling profanities at the top of your lungs. She rushed over to assist you immediately, making you appreciate her even more.

It had been a painful few weeks for you to say the least… You felt like you earned that dinner treat. 

You headed down the stairs with Ryujin and beelined it for the campus gate. You found Jimin sitting on one of the benches, idly looking at her phone as you approached.

“Sup baby girl?” Ryujin called to her. Karina’s head snapped up.

“There you are!” The girl exclaimed, jumping to her feet. “I’ve been waiting for your bitch-ass… Oh hi, Myeong-seok.”

You waved. The pianist caught sight of your bandaged hand. 

“What the hell happened to you?” Jimin gasped. You quickly hid your hand behind your back.

“O-Oh… Just a small injury,” You lied. Ryujin slapped your arm.

“Stop the cap,” She scoffed. “He fucked up his hand drumming too fast.” 

You shot her a look. She raised her eyebrows.

“What? Are you seriously planning to hide an injury like that?” She grilled you. You wanted to argue, but you couldn’t exactly justify your actions. 

“Oh gosh… Are you okay?” Karina asked, voice laced with concern. You nodded.

“I’ll be fine… Just gotta be careful…”

Karina sighed. 

“This is because of Yeji, isn’t it? We gotta talk to her and get her to tone it down. She’s being too harsh!”

You silently agreed with Karina, but you also understood Yeji’s motive for being such an ass to you. She struck you as a girl that strived for perfection in everything she did. 99.99% was never enough for her. She always wanted 101% out of herself, expecting it from everyone else she worked with as well. Your high school’s band conductor was just like her, so you knew that she had good intentions. 

“We’ll tackle that problem when we can,” Ryujin told Jimin. “For now, let’s go eat. I’m starving!”

Karina looked like she wanted to continue discussing the matter, but she must have decided against it. 

“Alright… Is Myeong-seok eating with us?” Jimin inquired. 

“Y-Yep,” You confirmed. Karina nodded.

“Right then. Let’s go.”

The three of you took a bus into the city. Jimin brought you all to a fried chicken restaurant that served one hell of a bucket of spicy chicken. Ryujin being Ryujin, ordered a glass of beer for everyone, but you kindly declined. 

“Why don’t you want to drink?” Ryujin interrogated you after the waiter had left. 

“I… I just don’t feel like it,” You said. Truthfully, you were just afraid that you might accidentally end up in bed with Ryujin again if you had a little bit too much to drink. Prevention is better than cure. 

“Tsk. Wimp,” Ryujin teased you. 

“Let him be Ryujin,” Karina chided. 

“Fine… But only cause you said it darling…” The short-haired girl winked. Karina rolled her eyes and looked away.

 Ryujin laughed.

“Damn girl… Why are you so hard to flirt with?” Ryujin asked innocently.

“Cause I don’t feel like flirting with you,” Karina retorted. 

“Ah… So you’re just playing hard to get!” Ryujin chuckled. “I like a tough catch…”

Karina shot her friend a dirty look. 

“W-What? N-No! I-I’m… Ugh! Forget it!”

Jimin looked away, doing her best to look upset but the blush on her pale face really wasn’t helping.

Yoo Jimin and Shin Ryujin shared a friendship dynamic that confounded you more than any other chart had. Ryujin was oddly flirty with the other girl, and Karina didn’t seem to enjoy it—but never asked Ryujin to stop. It was truly an odd bond to try and wrap your head around, but you figured that you’d understand them better after spending more time with them.

The buckets of chicken and the infamous hot wings came after a short wait. You understood why Jimin wanted you to try the fiery fried chicken. It was packed full of flavour, but you quickly regretted the first bite a few seconds after you took it. Thankfully, the restaurant gave out free shots of milk to customers who couldn’t take the heat, and you gratefully threw back a few shots of milk, quelling the fire in your mouth. 

You opted to stick to the classic fried chicken. Ryujin and Jimin on the other hand, busied themselves with the spicy delight. Watching with hidden amusement, you witnessed the two girls experience an entire emotional roller-coaster as they consumed those pieces of chicken. You didn’t understand why they were torturing themselves like that. However, you didn’t really mind watching the two fan their burning mouths as you silently munched on your own chicken. It was quite entertaining after all…

After the two girls had recovered from the spice—with the assistance of milk and beer of course—the three of you finished up and sat in the restaurant, talking over drinks. Karina seemed to be friends with the Ahjumma that ran the place, judging by how she would refill her and Ryujin’s glasses with more beer whenever she noticed that they were empty. You were content with sipping on your banana milk—graciously given to you by the Ahjumma as well—as you made conversation with the girls. Your time with the band had let you become tense when around your members, so you found it easier to talk to the two about life and other things that interested you.

As the night dragged on, the girls downed more and more glasses of beer. You wanted to caution them against getting drunk, but you knew that Ryujin would just call you a wuss and throw back another glass. You could only watch helplessly as they drank, laughed, talked—then drank even more. You had a bad feeling about all of this. 

One of your main concerns would be how they would get home safely. As much as you wanted to trust Korea's street security, you knew deep down that some men would get a little eager if they saw two drunk girls stumbling down the pavement. The thought of what could happen sent shivers down your spine.

And so you ended up having to guide the two girls back to Karina’s place. You thanked god they didn’t get drunk, but they were a little woozy for sure. They held each other's arms, giggling excessively while chattering rather noisily. You walked behind the two girls, feeling a little second-hand embarrassed each time a member of the public shot a glare towards them. 

The two eventually managed to stumble back to Karina’s apartment. You helped Jimin to unlock her door—she wasn’t exactly in the best state to do so herself—and opened the door for the two girls. You waited for them to stumble in. 

Just as you were about to shut the door and leave, a hand grabbed your shirt.

“Get your ass in here Squeaky…”

You were yanked into Jimin’s apartment against your will. As much as you wanted to leave, Ryujin’s grip on your arm made it impossible for you to go anywhere. You could only sigh and shut the apartment door behind you. The two stumbled into the centre of Jimin’s living room, laughing over something. 

“Let’s have more booze!” Ryujin suggested. You didn’t hesitate to butt in.

“I-I don’t think you should…” You advised. Ryujin raised an eyebrow.

“Why? Scared you’ll get drunk and fuck my brains out again Squeaker?” 

Karina gasped. 

“Ryujin! You had sex with Myeong-seok?!” She inquired. Ryujin smiled and put an arm over Karina’s shoulder. 

“I did… And it was fucking amazing~” 

“R-Ryujin!” You chided her. You could remember very clearly that Ryujin was the one that made you swear not to tell anyone about your fiasco. 

“What? Am I wrong?” Ryujin giggled. “Come on Myeong-seok… You remember how much I milked you!”

A blush made its way onto your face. You looked away to hide it, but Ryujin caught on quickly.

“Awww… Look at him, Karina! He’s blushing!” She teased you. Karina’s reply was to cross her arms. She turned away from Ryujin, letting out an audible huff. Ryujin seemed amused. 

“Hey… Are you upset about something?” The short-haired girl questioned. Karina looked back at Ryujin for a moment before turning away again. 

“You fucked him… Without me…”

Ryujin raised her eyebrows. 

“Oh… So you’re jealous?” Ryujin concluded. Karina didn’t even bother to hide the blush.

“I… I’m…” Karina stammered. She struggled to formulate her sentence for a bit before letting out a flustered sigh.

“Fine… M-Maybe I am a little jealous… But only j-just a little…” 

You weren’t too sure if what you heard was correct. It felt a little bit like a conversation that two characters would have in your fever dream.

Ryujin smirked and wrapped her arms around Karina’s waist. 

“Look at you… So red and flustered over me~” Ryujin giggled. Karina didn’t seem to be fighting back against her friends like she usually would. 

“I-I’m not flustered…” Karina insisted. Ryujin chuckled. 

“Yes, you are darling… Don’t deny it…” 

Karina opened her mouth to say something. Ryujin seemed to have other ideas. 

In a flash, Ryujin had her left palm resting on Karina’s jaw. Her index and ring fingers had slid into Karina’s open mouth, playing with the other girl's lips. 

“You want me… You want me again don’t you Jimin?”  Ryujin whispered. Karina’s lips closed around Ryujin’s fingers, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Ryujin pulled Jimin back. The roundness of Karina’s ass flushed against Ryujin’s full hips. Ryujin, emboldened by Karina’s lack of resistance, let her hand snake down the other girl's body. Her palm found Karina’s right ass cheek and squeezed it. 

Karina gasped, mouth opening wider as the sound left her throat. Ryujin dug her fingers deep into Jimin, her digits wiggling around inside the pianist’s mouth. 

“Tell me that you want me Jimin…” Ryujin demanded airily, her right hand beginning to drift upwards to the bust on Jimin’s chest. “Tell me that you want me to take your hot body right here, right now and have you screaming so loud that your neighbours can hear you…”

Ryujin squeezed Karina’s right breast through her shirt. Jimin moaned a lot louder this time, her voice muffled by Ryujin’s fingers.

“R-Ryujin…” She called her friend. 

“Tell me…” Ryujin hissed. 

Karina closed her eyes, breath getting shallower by the minute. Ryujin bent down slightly, licking and kissing Jimin’s neck. Her fingers stayed in Jimin’s mouth, moving ever so gently between the small whines from Jimin.

Karina finally folded. 

“I want you… I want you so bad Ryujin…” The pianist breathed. Ryujin was satisfied with the answer, slipping her slick fingers out of her companion’s mouth. Her right hand left Jimin’s full chest and Ryujin took a step back. Something flashed behind those eyes. 

“Strip,” Ryujin commanded.

Karina reacted almost instantly, hands finding the hem of her shirt and pulling the fabric up and over her head. She undid her jeans hastily, pulling them down to her ankles and kicking them away.

Ryujin licked her lips, slowly circling the scantily clad Karina. You could see her eyes wandering joyously, soaking in the sight of Jimin’s tight yet perfectly curvy body. 

“Come here Squeaker,” She urged you. You blinked, snapping out of your trance. 

“W-What?” You sputtered. Ryujin rolled her eyes. 

“Just get your ass over here man.”

You were hesitant but slowly walked towards the bassist. When you were near enough, she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her. 

“Have a good look Squeaky… Tell me what you like about her…” Ryujin whispered into your ear. You gulped. 

“Ryujin I—”

She shushed you, a gentle finger on your lips. 

“Take in that body… Then tell me what you like the most about her…”

You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around Karina. You had seen her in baggy clothing most of the time, hiding her large chest behind loose fitting sweaters and hoodies. She would wear tight jeans every now and then, accentuating her ass and the fullness of her thighs. 

But this… This was something else altogether… 

Karina’s pale, milky skin glimmered slightly in her apartment light. Those round breasts were squeezed together in the lacy bra she wore, providing you with ample cleavage to stare at. She wasn’t as endowed as Eunbi was, but she had quite the pair in your books. Her tight tummy glowed warmly under the lighting, revealing her toned abs and cute belly button. 

“So… What do you like?” Ryujin asked once more. You felt yourself clam up, but you managed a reply.

“H-Her face… I-I guess…”

Ryujin chuckled. 

“All that ogling and you said ‘her face’...” She said, “Very well then…” 

She let her arm slide off you, turning her attention to Jimin. 

“On your knees.”

Jimin dropped instantly, her knees hitting the floor with a thud. You winced a little, feeling the second-hand pain from the impact. 

“Mouth open.”

Karina’s jaw dropped, revealing that perfect set of pearly white teeth and pink tongue. Ryujin reached down to the buckle of your belt. 

“Come on Squeaker… Get your cock out,” She smiled, undoing the clasp of your belt.

“W-Wait… W-What?” You stammered, grabbing a hold of her wrist. Ryujin cocked her head and stared. 

“What? Afraid to get your dick sucked by this pretty slut?” Ryujin grilled. 

“I-I… This… This isn’t right…” You reasoned. Ryujin giggled. 

She leaned in towards you, face millimetres away from yours.

“Let me tell you something Squeaker… When it comes to using Karina… There is no right and wrong.”

Her lips crashed against yours, capturing you and a soft kiss. Her body felt oddly familiar against yours. She dug her tongue into your mouth, licking and rodding around as she rubbed your cock through your jeans. 

“So… What do you say Squeaky?” Ryujin asked, lips parting from yours. “You have a good girl on her knees. It’s not right to keep her waiting…”

She locked eyes with you. All sense of morality seemed to leave you as you gave Ryujin a nod.

She assisted you in sliding out of your jeans and boxers, your already hardened cock springing out. Ryujin tossed your pants and undergarments aside. 

“Go on… Fuck that pretty face…” Ryujin urged, gently pushing you forward. “Make sure you leave her in a mess…”

You stepped towards Karina, cock twitching wildly. Karina stared into your eyes, holding your gaze lustfully. Ryujin gently gripped the base of your cock, giving you an experimental pump before she placed your head on the tip of Jimin’s tongue. The warm sensation sent a jolt up your body, making you grunt. Ryujin wiggled your dick back and forth on Karina’s tongue, lubing up the underside of your head. 

“Whenever you’re ready…” She reminded you. 

You didn’t need to be told twice. You cupped the sides of Karina’s face, hips moving forward slowly. Jimin’s lips wrapped around your length, holding your member in place as you steadily hilted herself into her warm, wet mouth. You stopped when the tip of your cock hit the back of your throat, sighing as Karina began applying gentle suction around your hard length. Her cheeks hollowed, innocent eyes staring back at you as you began thrusting into her mouth. You slowly let your shaft slide smoothly between her plump lips, Karina staying perfectly still for you. A groan left your throat, your fingers gripping her face a little tighter.

“Hey, hey… What are you doing, Squeaky?” Ryujin asked. “Didn’t you hear me? Fuck her face.”

You stared at the girl on her knees before you. Her demure gaze faltered for a moment, revealing the hunger and lust behind her eyes.

Something snapped within you. You gripped Jimin’s face tightly. 

Popping your hips back, Karina gags when you slam yourself back in, spit flying out the corners of her mouth as you wildly piston yourself in and out of those pink lips. Drool leaks out of the small openings of her lips, flowing down from either side of your cock. The slimy fluid splattered onto her cute face, each harsh thrust you delivered into her mouth sending your cock deep into her mouth. The surface of her tongue cushioned your shaft, guiding you into her mouth perfectly with each entrance while the gentle suction tried to pull you back with each exit.

“Not quite my tempo Squeaker…” Ryujin muttered in disappointment. You felt her hands on your butt, pushing you deeper into Karina’s mouth.

“Faster…” Ryujin demanded.

You complied eagerly, feeling your hips begin to move at a frantic pace. Karina’s large breasts swayed, her spit dripping onto the floor and onto her tits as you took the young girl’s mouth. She had gotten used to your pace, bobbing her head forward each time you thrusted back in to her warm entrance.

Tears gathered at the corner of Karina’s eyes. Her hands gripped your thighs like vices as she maintained eye contact with you. Her eyes told you everything you needed to know. She wanted it faster, harder, deeper. 

You were practically shoving your cock down her throat. Your eyes left Jimin’s, finding the ceiling to stare at while you pleasured yourself with Karina. The gurgling from her throat sent vibrations up your throbbing cock, shocking you with volts of pleasure. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

Ryujin appeared behind her friend on her knees. You noted that she had already shed her clothes, buck naked as she knelt behind Karina. She pushed Jimin’s perfectly rounded breasts together, allowing you to stare down the ample cleavage. Bits of drool and precum slid down her breasts. Ryujin made it a point to rub the mix of fluids into Karina’s skin. She played with the busty girl’s chest contently.

You couldn’t last any longer in this bliss. With great effort, you looked towards Ryujin

“Down her throat,” Ryujin instructed, reading your mind. “Give that slutty little girl a nice big load down her throat Squeaker…”

With a few more deep thrusts into Jimin’s mouth, you finally reach your limit. Shoving your cock all the way down your throat, you grunt before throbbing inside the tightness of her contracting opening. Ryujin held Jimin’s head in place, holding her steady while you shot your seed down the girl’s throat. She gagged, eyes bulging slightly, but she took it well. You felt every rope that surged up and out of your cock, enjoying the feeling of your hot cum exploding into that tight little mouth.

You recovered. Stumbling back, your cock slipped out of Jimin’s mouth. The girl gasped for air. Her face was in a sloppy mess, small trails of white fluid leaking out the sides of her mouth. Your head hit the floor, chest heaving as you watched Karina gulp down your load. 

You felt a set of hands on your chest, followed by a set of lips on yours. Ryujin kissed her way down, taking her time as she kissed a path down from your lips to your torso. From your torso, she made her way down to your cock. Her tongue darted out, licking up the cum that was left on your dick. She thoroughly cleaned you off with her mouth afterwards, slurping on your length hungrily. She teased you a little more before deciding she had enough. 

Your member popped out of her mouth after some time. She grinned, slapping your glistening dick against her cheek and delivering a few slow strokes. 

“Rest up Squeaky… It’s my turn with Jimin now…” 

She rose from the floor, leaving your cock unattended—much to your disappointment. Ryujin sauntered over to Karina, who had just finished recovering from her face-fuck. The bassist knelt down, capturing the other woman in a kiss. Ryujin’s hands snaked behind Jimin’s back, unhooking the clasps of her bra and pulling the undergarment off Jimin’s person.

Their tongues duelled, a lewd sight unveiling before you. Soft sighs came from each of the girls, floating gently into your ears.

When they parted, a single string of saliva kept them connected. Ryujin giggled, placing her hands on Karina’s shoulders.

“Lay down for me Karina…” Ryujin demanded. Jimin nodded, obediently sinking down onto her back. Once Karina was flat out on the floor, Ryujin captured one of Karina’s taught nipples in her mouth. Her hands roaming all over the pianist’s body, Karina sighing airily. Her legs quivered, eyes closed in pleasure as Ryujin slipped a hand under her panties. 

“Oh… Oh shit…” Karina murmured, a hand gently resting on Ryujin’s head.

“You’re soaking wet darling…” Ryujin chuckled, fingers busying themselves with Karina’s folds. Jimin gasped, eyes going wide. Ryujin smiled devilishly, fingers rubbing a circle beneath Karina’s panties. 

“You must be so turned on right now…” Ryujin continued to taunt. “A horny… little… slut…”

She swished her tongue across the girl’s left nipple, eliciting a strained cry out Jimin. 

“Fuck! O-Oh my god… I’m… I’m a horny slut…” Karina admitted shamelessly. Ryujin smirked. 

“Good girl Jimin… I like your honesty,” She nodded. “Let’s see how much you like this...”

Ryujin pulled Karina’s panties down, exposing her glistening pussy. The short-haired girl slipped her digits into Jimin’s folds, pumping themselves in and out. Karina let a long, drawn-out moan escape past her parted lips, eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

Ryujin licked her lips, watching with contained glee as Karina’s back arched deliciously, thighs quivering violently. The squelching of Jimin’s wet cunt was nothing far from a turn on, her high-pitched moans and sharp gasps mixing excellently with the profanities that tumbled out from her mouth. Ryujin continued to gently work between Karina’s flushed thighs, her hands staying steady, her pace even steadier. She teased the other girl relentlessly, whispering filthy sentences, nibbling on Jimiin’s ear, kneading those full tits… The sight was erotic to say the least. 

“God damn… You’re so fucking hot when you're a mess…” Ryujin mused, twisting Karina’s nipple. Jimin cried out in pleasure, a cute whine cutting through her moans.

You found your hand on your re-erected cock. Stroking lazily, you watched Ryujin make Karina bend to her will, both figuratively and literally. Before you knew it, Karina’s moans and exclamations began increasing in volume. Her hips began to move, forcing Ryujin’s fingers deeper into her slick cunt. Jimin’s hands flew up to her breasts, squeezing them violently.

“O-Oh fuck… R-Ryujin… D-Don’t stop…” Karina mewled. Ryujin cocked her head. 

“Why? Are you close baby girl?”  Ryujin questioned. Karina could only manage a nod, biting hard on her bottom lip while she thrashed against Ryujin’s hand. The bassist didn’t seem to be too amused. 

Ryujin’s free hand shot down to Karina’s crotch, holding the other girl down firmly while she extracted her fingers from the wet folds of Jimin’s pussy. Jimin whined in protest. 

“Shhhh… Whining won’t help you baby…” Ryujin calmed her, examining her glistening fingers under the light. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean of Karina’s fluids. 

“Wow… You taste amazing Jimin…” Ryujin mused. She slapped Jimin’s tits, making them sway and redden as she got up on her knees. 

“I got a taste of you… Now you taste me…”

Ryujin straddled Karina’s face in a flash. Facing you, she sank her crotch down onto the other girl’s face, hands pinning Karina’s wrists to the floor. Jimin seemed to know just what to do. 

You watched, absolutely entranced as Karina’s jaw opened. You saw the flash of her pink tongue, followed by a moan from the girl atop of her a split second later. 

“Oh fuck… You always eat me so well Jimin…” Ryujin sighed, closing her eyes as she let the pleasure wash over her. Her words seemed to have encouraged her friend, and Jimin doubled her efforts. Karina’s chin moved deftly, jaw opening and closing in well timed intervals. Ryujin’s breath seemed to hitch in her throat, head whipping back.

“T-That’s it… Eat me out Karina… Eat me out with that slutty tongue,” Ryujin hissed.

Watching became too much for you… You wanted in. 

You crawled over to the two girls. Ryujin opened her eyes just in time to see you on your knees, pumping your shaft mere inches away from Karina’s glistening pussy lips. She bit her lower lip, fighting back a moan before she gave you a nod. 

Your hands shot out, grasping Karina’s panties and pulling them all the way down. You heard a muffled noise come from Karina. Ryujin cried out in pleasure, feeling the reverberation from Jimin’s voice in her pussy.

“O-Oh fuck… J-Jesus… Keep making her moan like that…” She whispered to you. Luckily for her, you knew how to fulfil her request. 

Your palms pushed open Karina’s legs. Her slick lips were ready for the taking, and you weren’t going to wait anymore. You gripped your throbbing length, slapping your cock against Karina’s flushed pussy lips a few times before you thrusted yourself into Jimin. 

Her mouth felt great, but her pussy felt even better. Her tight walls gripped you from the get-go, a hoarse curse flying out of your mouth as you savoured the feel of her walls twitching around you. You didn’t even bother trying to build up on your pace with Karina, jackhammering yourself in and out from her hot slick from the moment you started fucking her. Her pussy made your vision go fuzzy, the sheer tightness of her womanhood sending you into a feral state. You pounded away, slamming yourself into the young girl roughly and relentlessly. You nailed her, speared her, fucked her into a muffled, mewling mess between you and Ryujin. 

Her dampened screams sounded amazing, and Ryujin’s cries melded together with them to form an ear-tingling symphony of pleasure. It was lewd, oh so lewd as you took in the sight of two girls moaning and quivering before you, the squelching, slapping and exclamations of pleasure bouncing off the walls of Jimin’s apartment. Jimin tightened even more around your cock, Ryujin capturing you in a passionate kiss. 

Under the given circumstances, you didn’t expect any of you to last much longer. Ryujin was the first to succumb to her pleasure, a loud scream heralding the arrival of her orgasm. Her tight body trembled atop Jimin, thighs clamping shut around either side of the pianist’s head, forcing Jimin’s tongue as deep as it could go. Her hands left Jimin's wrists, squeezing the mound of juicy flesh on Karina’s chest for dear life as she came.

She collapsed a few moments later, falling to the floor with a thud. She heaved on the floor, sweat-matted hair sticking to her face. 

Karina’s hands were free now, and she used her new range of movement to grab your shoulders and pull you towards her. Her breasts shook violently, bouncing and jiggling hypnotically as you continued your frantic motions. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum…” She spat.

Four words, one shared sentiment.

Her fingers dug into your shoulder blades. Your pace increased, and so did the intensity of her moans. You could feel the dull throb of your second orgasm slowly approaching, a familiar prickle in your cock. 

Karina, unlike Ryujin, didn’t let out a single sound when she came. You only knew she had climaxed when her body stiffened beneath you, mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her already tight walls squeezed the life out of you, gripping your cock firmly while you fucked her through her orgasm. She went limp, her sighs and sharp intakes of breath filtering in through your ear.

“Cum… Cum in me…” Karina whispered, wrapping her hands lightly behind your neck. “Fill my little pussy up… I want to feel it leaking out of me.”

Her words drove you over the edge. You let out a guttural groan, burying yourself balls-deep in Karina’s well-fucked pussy. You throbbed inside of her, your seed oozing out of you and spilling into her. The twitching walls of her cunt milking you tenderly, your eyes closing in bliss. You savoured the sensation of Karina’s body flushed against yours, soft gasps from Karina wafting into your ears with each hot rope that entered her . She finds your lips, bringing you into a soft kiss as the last of your seed gets delivered into her awaiting pussy. 

You slip out of her, shaft sore and flaccid as you roll over and collapse next to Karina’s spent body. As requested, cum leaked out from Karina’s slackened pussy lips, oozing onto the floor. Ryujin finds the strength to crawl over next to you, crashing down on your left and sandwiching you between two equally beautiful and spent girls. 

No words were exchanged as Ryujin rested her head on your chest, her hand lazily pumping your shaft. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, your eyes closing as you enjoyed the tingle of her breath on your sweaty skin. Off on your left, you felt Karina lace her hand with yours.

You let yourself drift off on Jimin’s hard floor, knowing full well you’d have to address this with the two girls the next morning.

~~~~~~

You found yourself back behind the drumkit the next afternoon, a glove–provided by Ryujin herself after you insisted on playing—adorning your injured hand as you tune your snare to perfection. The threesome with Karina and Ryujin had been agreed to be swept under the rug over coffee that morning, followed by another intensive round with the two girls in Jimin’s shower that made you late for lectures that morning. 

The three of you attended classes like nothing ever happened, though when you happened to be in the same lecture as Ryujin, she made it a point to sit next to you and tease you relentlessly. You managed to get her to stop before things got out of hand, but she did force you into a bathroom on your way to the studio, milking your sore cock with her mouth and taking a load up her ass. 

You were exhausted by the time you were back in the studio, but you hid it well under the five cups of coffee you had with Ryujin in the canteen after she was finished with you.

The door to the recording studio burst open, and a thrilled Kwon Eunbi stood at the opening. 

“You guys! I found us a trumpeter!” She squealed. Your interest was piqued, and so was everyone else’s, as all stopped what they were doing. Eunbi quickly stepped into the room, gesturing for someone outside to come in. 

“Come in!” She encouraged the mysterious person. You silently prayed that she had found another guy to accompany you in the band. 

A single Nike air-force one planted itself on the carpeted floor of the recording studio, the leg of its wearer emerging past the door as they stepped in… 

A girl with a bob-cut similar to Ryujin’s entered the room. Your heart dropped as you recognised her side profile, eyes widening as you locked eyes with your ex-girlfriend. 

She stood there, staring back at you with that pink trumpet case in hand. You couldn’t read her expression but you definitely spotted that familiar flash of annoyance in those fiesty eyes before she turned to Eunbi. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Kim Chaewon asked vexatiously, jabbing a finger towards you.

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Ngl this was an absolute mess to write. I had to re-write this entire damn thing like 5 times.

Anyway, thank you for reading :)). I'm open to suggestions on who you guys want as a Saxophonist, so leave a comment or an ask if you have someone in mind.

Stay safe, stay swaggy and I'll see ya'll...

[mrs--edge]

There are many ways for sexual partners to practise tease and denial. I have the impression, that many men enjoy playing the submissive part, but only a few women like playing the dominant part. How do you see this?

First of all, I don't really think of myself as a domme nor do I think of my husband as a sub. I think of us as a fairly traditional couple who found something we enjoy.

Also, I don't know if it's true that most women don't like playing the domme role, but after chatting with a lot of women about locking their husbands I have the opinion that most men want their wives to be some kind of fantasy dominatrix instead of simply allowing or encouraging their wives to be more assertive in a way that is more in tune with their wives. That is... I get the impression that most men spring the cages on their wives along with a list of things that they are expected to do. Unlock for daily or weekly "teasing," wearing sexy clothes around the house, wearing that ugly key all the time, fake threatening to keep them locked longer if they (the men) don't do certain things... Men, telling your wife to follow some list of rules is not dominance. If this is what most men expect, then no wonder you don't see more women trying it out. It's not sexy or fun... it's just another chore.

Another thing. I don't do any of that "teasing" with my husband. I get that it could be fun for some couples and I'm not saying that nobody should do it. I like him locked and under my control and I want him focused on me and my pleasure. To my way of thinking if I'm teasing him then he just focuses on his own penis. That is not what I want. I see this in the men who make up these "it's all about her" memes but then go on to add "as long as she teases me daily" or some kind of nonsense like that. Again adding your own rules to how your wife is "supposed" to dominate you isn't dominance, it's just more work that they don't get any enjoyment from.

[cookiesupplier]

Rip The Curtain Away (nsfw)

pairing: Ricky Olson x Chris Motionless Cerulli

Summary: Ricky catches Chris watching him constantly, its time for Chris to face the music.. and Rick.

cw: SMUT 18+ Minors DNI, Dom/Sub leanings, dual handjob, shower confrontation.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @lacktoesandtoddlerants @bngurngheart @faceless-mirror

Tags are open for future fics, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my general list.

Ricky stood in the doorway, still in his full dress from the stage, just finished putting all his gear away.. He’d gotten sidetracked dealing with some of the issues with some of the sound unit from the performance, one of his in-ears had cut halfway during some of the songs while he was singing and that bullshit had made it so much harder to get through, but like always, he’d done it. He didn’t want it to happen again next time, so he’d had to go over everything with the sound guys to try and figure out the problem to make sure it didn’t happen again. It hadn’t happened at sound check, so why tonight, when they’d really needed everything to go smoothly, was beyond him. Technical issues were not what a tour needed this early, it was better they worked them out now than to have them linger on over the next shows.

At least Chris had been fine.

Chris, who he was looking at right now.

Chris, who was naked, in the shower, staring at the wall and pretending he didn’t know Ricky was there.

He knew, and Ricky knew he knew.

How did he know.. Same way he always knew.. It had been happening for a while now.. That prickly of awareness on the back of his neck, that tingle down his spine, the way his mouth went dry thinking about the singer watching him.. Knowing, feeling the way the man’s eyes lingered on the movement of his fingers, moving up and down the neck of his guitar, trying to block out the tiniest choked-off whimper of a sound as his fingertips pressed against the frets of the instrument while he practised in the studio.

Rick didn’t know when it had started, or at least, when the feeling of Chris watching him had grown heated. He couldn’t say he hadn’t noticed the way Chris had a habit of watching him, Chris watched all of them, he was a perfectionist, so was he, that was how they worked so well together. How they would be up to all hours whether working on remixes of songs or just sitting there working on their own projects and as the time ticked by and neither of them realised how long had passed and looked, the sun had come up..

More than once, one of the others walked into the studio the next morning and found them in there, Chris’ head in his lap, or Ricky asleep against Chris, at this point, they’d stopped saying anything about it.

Ricky however, had noticed that something had changed, and tonight, when the in-ear had gone out, and he had glanced to the side stage for the sound guy and signal to him, he’d seen him, Chris, looking right at him.. His eyes were blown, and fuck.. Ricky forced his attention back to the performance. They had had a concert to finish.. But damn if that look had been so much more intense than on the videos he saw of Chris performing.. Even those times when he was practically dry-humping the damn microphone stand, and Fuck. Even when he was seeing that from beside him on stage, he could feel the heat of it.

Now that the show was ended, Ricky had seen to the sound issue, he’d found Chris in the showers, and Chris, he was obviously wound taunt as a spring the way he’d tense the moment Ricky had paused in the doorway.. No one else was in the venue showers.. Good. Closing the door behind him, Ricky flicked the lock slowly, almost silently as he walked in, toeing off his shoes, and socks. Walking along the stalls of the shower room as if it were nothing. Poor Chris always had to deal with the showers in the venue, they were not made for tall people, and the stalls walls only went up to his shoulders, let alone having to duck his head to get the water all over him.. He had though.. And fuck.. Watching it drip down his skin, did he look sinful like this..

Ricky continued to strip off his clothes as he continued along the way as if he was going to go to one of the many empty stalls. Smirking a little as he noticed that the tension in Chris’ shoulders, where they were slightly exposed in the not quite high enough stall walls, had yet to relax. He was quite obviously waiting for him to actually choose one of the other stalls and go about washing away the night before they headed back to the bus. As inconvenient as these showers could be sometimes, they weren’t the best, but they were miles better than the bathrooms on the bus, no one wanted to deal with those, ever.

Ricky was down to his only his pants by the time he reached Chris’ stall, the room wasn’t massive anyway, only a couple of stalls,  the showers down the hall from the green room, he’d at least locked the door if Chris couldn’t keep quiet, or called out.. He didn’t think he would, though. He was the one that had started this, Ricky just needed more. Not only that, but he needed Chris to say it, to confess. He clicked his belt undone just a mere moment before he was pushing the stall door, and there was a quick sharp intake of breath, and Ricky smiled.. He could almost swear he knew what was going through Chris’ mind right then: He hadn’t locked the stall door.

No way had Chris thought he would test the door.. That he had thought he would actually try to come in when it was so blatantly in use.. Why would he? Unless.. He wanted to see Chris in all his very stark glory.

He did, Ricky very much did.

Chris moved closer to the wall.

“Rick, what are you-”

“Come on now, Chris, don’t get shy on me now.. You weren’t shy watching me earlier.”

Smirking as he popped the button on his pants and slid the zipper down and pulled them open further, hearing the way the singer practically choked on air, and his fingers were pressing against the tiles of the wall. There it was, fuck, what was holding him back, they’d been friends for how long now, they could tell each other fucking anything.

“Look at me Chris, go on, I know you want to.”

Hearing the hitch of his breath, Ricky knew he had him, at least, he got him to turn around. Licking his lips, he pushed his pants and a bit from his hips, just enough to pull his cock from his pants as Chris finally turned to face him in the shower. He’d turned the water head to the side enough that the stream was avoiding them mostly, but splashing against Ricky just a little off the stall wall. He was not complaining, after the heat off the lights, the water was cool and refreshing.. But Chris, Chris would be even better.

Chris might have turned to face him, but he pressed his back right back against the tile, and Ricky couldn’t help the way his eyes burned into his best friends, before slowly, deliberately letting them travel down his naked body before him. It was as if he was stroking Chris with nothing but his eyes, and fuck, because he was, Rick wasn’t even touching him, but he wanted to. As he looked over Chris standing before him, Ricky’s fingers were wrapping around the base of his cock, groaning low as he stroked along his hardening length, his thumb rubbing over the head as his teeth scraped over his lip slowly when his sight fell between Chris’ legs. From the strangled sound that the taller man let out, he knew that Chris caught him out, where his attention lay,

“Rick, what do you want?”

Tsking slightly, Ricky tilted his head looking up at him,

“Chris, come on, I see you watching me, I see the way you linger when I’m playing alone in the studio, the way you stare at my hands..”

Ricky’s fingers squeezed slightly around his cock before he stepped closer towards Chris, just inching closer with every statement,

“I see the twitch of your cock in those fucking too tight pants just before you slip away making that cute little noise in the back of your throat.. Is that the noise you’d make, Chris?”

He watched as Chris swallowed heavily, the man practically panting for breath and struggling to keep his eyes up on Ricky’s face as he came up closer to him. Rick knew, oh he knew he was trying oh so hard to pretend he could see it in his eyes, that was happening, wasn’t happening.. Needed it not to be happening..

“Noises I’d make when Ricky?”

“When you’d choke on my cock?”

And there went that sound again, just like when he’d been facing the tiles, when Ricky had been undoing the zipper of his pants, and he knew Chris had heard it despite the sound of the running water of the shower.. Even now, the sound of the water did nothing to mask that choked off gasp of air in the singer’s throat as his best friend struggled to remain composed with Rick’s blatant questioning.. But skirting around what was happening was getting them nowhere, and Ricky couldn’t do it. They had all tour ahead confined together on that bus, and every time he saw Chris, he could feel his eyes on him. Every damn time, all it made him want to drag him to the back of the bus, where he could push him to his knees and give Ricky something to stare at. A lot of some things.. Over and over again.. Fuck.. Chris..

His hand not on his cock move to the tiled wall beside the naked man before him, his best friend.. He hadn’t touched Chris yet, and he wasn’t going to, not until he said he could. He was his best fucking friend, well, his best friend, and he’d love to fuck his best friend, and be so much more than fucking his best friend if he let him. So no, no matter how much he was dying to touch Chris, how much he was sure that was everything Chris wanted from him, he needed him to at least give him the go ahead, he was not doing a damn thing without consent. Their friendship was too damn important to ruin.

“Come on, Chris, its me, you know me.. There is nothing you can’t tell me.. What do you want..”

Ricky swore a whine escaped the taller man as his head tiled back against the wall,

“I don’t want you to hate me, to ruin everything..”

That made him want to laugh, but he didn’t, Rick did smile slightly, Chris didn’t see it though, he was staring hopelessly up at the ceiling, seeming to wish the world would end, or the floor to swallow him whole so that he didn’t have to be here and deal with the position that Rick was putting him in.

Oh, Christopher.

“Chris, I’m standing here with my dick in my hand, if anyone is ruining anything is me. But I’m not going to do anything until you tell me what you want.”

At that, Chris tilt his head to finally look down at him, properly, his eyes meeting his and then down at his body. Running along the bare skin to where his hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly where his pants, half dripping wet, still clung just under his hips for dear life to his thighs.

“I think you know what I want..”

Oh, so close, but not quite enough,

“Use your words, Christopher.”

A strangled sound left his throat, then,

“Please, I need you to wreck me.”

There it was. At least, it was a start anyway, Ricky was sure he could get more out of him later, more details about Chris' wants, desires, and fantasies that he had, they would be having that conversation.

“That’s a good boy.”

The flush that crept over Chris; face was absolutely divine. Ricky smirked as he closed the rest of the small space he’d left between them. His hand the had propped him up against the wall lifted up to curve around the back of Chris’ neck, urging him forward a little..

“Come, we don’t have much time before the other’ll come looking.. we’ll talk about how much I can wreck you later, if you’re a good boy for me, okay?”

Ricky’s smile grew when Chris couldn’t help but keen at the question,

“I’m going to need an answer there, or nothing happens.. Words,”

“Yes, yes s-sir? Daddy? I-”

Rick chuckled fondly, he was okay with anything that Chris wanted to call him, he cared more about Chris than he did a name.. Sure some might be weird, but he was sure they could come to something they both enjoyed together.

“We’ll talk about that later too.”

Ricky wrapped his hand around both of their cocks together, barely smothering a loud moan from Chris by pulling him down to his lips when he started stroking them slowly together. Just because they didn’t have a long time before the other came looking for them, didn’t mean that Ricky was about to walk away, didn't mean he wasn’t about to wreck him just a little. No, he relished the way Chris’ break hitched with each stroke of his wrist, working them up and down the lengths of their cocks. It was a bit awkward with the height difference but he was making it work pulling Chris closer to him his mouth fused to his best friend's mouth and swallowing those moans he was making, groaning himself at how gorgeous he was sounded, he couldn’t get enough of them.

All Ricky wanted was to draw them out in to the open them properly, freely. But not here, not yet.. Maybe the next hotel day, they’d arrange to share a room. Wouldn’t be the first time, wouldn’t even be suspicious. Until Chris ready for the other to know, until they knew what this was at all, this was for them, and them alone, and fuck, Rick panted against Chris mouth, he was okay with that.. Keeping Chris all to himself. The thought of have his hands on him, getting to do all kinds of wickedly delightful things to him.. Wreck him just was requested.. Right before easing him down, so sweet, and smooth.. Just like Chris deserves.. Fuck, how could he not want that, all of that, and more..

He’d been thinking about Chris from the moment he’d first caught him watching him in the studio only to have him slip out of the room so fast it had made Rick scared to think he’d imagined it.

Then it happened again a few weeks later.. And again.. And again..

He’d known he wasn’t imagining anything.

That had been months ago, and Chris, Chris hadn’t said anything.

Ricky stroked up their cocks as he panted against Chris’ mouth, stroking his thumb over the heads over their cocks with a squeeze, pulling another moan from him. Chris’s fingers were digging a little hard into his biceps trying to ground himself as Ricky squeezed a little at the back of his neck as twisted his wrist with a downwards stroke.

“Rick, please I need-"

The keening sound from Chris was perfection, utter perfection. Coupled with the blissfully pained look on Chris face, eyes closed as he struggled, both of them chasing that pleasure between them literally in Ricky's fingers, Ricky nipping at his lip, his eyes not leaving that beautiful face.

"Eyes on me.. eyes on mine."

When Chris eyes flew open, those gorgeous dark eyes, there they were,

"There we are, good boy, go ahead, come now."

His forehead pressed against Chris' as he spilled his release over them both, covering Rick's hand and cock in his cum, Ricky groaning as he followed quickly after. Just the very knowledge that Chris was so wrapped up that he came with nothing but Ricky’s say so in the end, was such a turn on that Rick was so fucking gone.

“Oh, fuck, Chris.. We took too long to do this.”

Those eyes, those soft dark eyes regarded him carefully as Ricky pushed his now slightly cum covered pants the rest of the way off and kick them out of the stall entirely so he could clean off and finish showering.

"So, this hasn't ruined everything, we could, do this again maybe?"

Rick smirk, so that was the problem, so worried about ruining everything, their friendship, the band, whatever it was, Chris trying to keep the peace..

"If you let me, and be a good boy, baby, we never have to stop."

He grinned as Chris cheeks flushed again. Oh, they weren't stopping, at all.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[julietsbb]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Thai Actor RPF, เพื่อนายแค่หนึ่งเดียว | Never Let Me Go (TV 2022) RPF, We Are คือเรารักกัน | We Are (Thailand TV 2024) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum/Phuwin Tangsakyuen Characters: Pond Naravit Lertratkosum, Phuwin Tangsakyuen, Jojo Tichakorn Phukhaotong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Canon Universe, vampire!Phuwin, Biting, Blood, your regular vampire tropes, they’re pretty chill and integrated into modern society though, set during never let me go filming, count on the rating most likely going up in later chapters, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Power Exchange, Dom/sub, Kink Negotiation, except they really don't know that's what they're doing... Chapter 7 Summary:

Probation and new practises.

....so I felt like I probably had to up the rating with this chapter. Just a smidge. Added some new tags too 😌 just fyi

[kowlsy]

The Strad Ep. 18 with Brett Yang

Me and Ash worked together to transcribe this for anyone who wanted to read it! 

[Davina]: Hi and welcome to the Strad Podcast! I’m Davina Shum, I’m a cellist, and I’m the online editor at The Strad. Regular visitors to thestrad.com will know that TwoSet Violin celebrated a significant milestone late in 2022. Upon reaching 4 million subscribers on YouTube, the violin-comedy duo put on a performance of a lifetime with the Singapore Symphony Orchestra, with Brett Yang playing the Mendelssohn violin concerto and Eddy Chen joining him later for the Bach Double. Not only this, but for the occasion, Tarisio loaned the pair two Stradivari Violins from 1708 –The Empress Caterina, and the Regent Superb. What an opportunity!

Brett and I chatted recently about his experience playing this marvellous instrument,  what it taught him about his playing, as well as other instruments he’s played throughout his career. Here he is.

Brett, welcome to the Strad Podcast! Wonderful to have you here today. You’re joining me from Singapore so it’s quite a global collaboration today. First of all, let’s talk a little bit about instruments that you’ve played throughout your lifetime, throughout your career. Readers of the Strad will know that you’ve been lucky enough recently to play the 1708 Empress Caterina Stradivari violin for your four million subs concert in November 2022. So, a wonderful opportunity, but opportunities like that don’t just come out of nowhere – there’s a build-up to that. So, tell me a little bit about your first instruments that you played.

Brett: Well, sure! First of all, thank you for having me on board. And thank you to all the Strad listeners out there. It’s an honour to be here. Violins! It’s always interesting, I felt like when you grow up as a kid, you kind of just get passed an instrument. And you just go along with it, right. And as you grow, and as you learn, practising more and more, you start developing [an] awareness for, let’s say, quality of sound. Or, type of violin you’re playing, the playability of it, things like that.

My first full-sized instrument was a Scrollavezza, and I hadn’t changed for, honestly, a good… 16 years. 17– 18– 17 years. Sorry, I’m just adding numbers up. So, about 17 years, I played on the Scrollavezza. As a student, shout-out to my parents, actually, for helping me buy that instrument. It’s definitely… They’re very supportive. I think definitely when you play an instrument this long, you start growing with it, right? And a Scrollavezza, like … the violins change over time. The sounds change over time. So, that was kind of my first instrument. I never had many experiences playing multiple instruments. Because… back then, I was just really focused on practising. So, it was just whatever I had, then, right. Fast forward to now, I mean, right now I play on a Widenhouse, which is a new violin.

But talking about the Strad, that’s super interesting! That was on loan by Tarisio. We went to New York last year, in 2022, in April. We visited Tarisio to make a video out of it, I think they were auctioning the Da Vinci Stradivari. So they had us there to, you know, play a bit, share to our audiences what the world of instruments is like. Talking about Stradivaris, Guarneris,  and all these makers. Because, there are a lot of people out there that don’t know who these makers are, actually, from our audience. So, I think they really find it fascinating how crazy expensive it can be, right. Because it’s almost like a collectible, it’s like Picasso, in terms of art works. Things like that.

The Strad [for the four million concert] came about when I reached out to Carlos, so shout-out to Carlos. I was like, “Hey, we’re doing this concert, what does it look like when you loan instruments?” and Carlos was like, “Hm, how about we get you a couple of Strads?” and I was like, “Sounds fine by me!” [laughs]

Davina: “Yeah, okay, yeah.”

Brett: “Yeah, sure, why not?”

People always ask, did we get to choose or not? I kind of left it in his hands; I knew he would pick great instruments for us. Stradivaris, I mean – – at this point, I don’t really care. It’s a Stradivari, that’s, you can’t really complain, right? And Carlos picked two violins for Eddy and myself, both from 1708. So I played the Empress Caterina, and Eddy played on the Regent. Now, I’ve been fortunate enough to play on Strads before, in videos, so I’ve had a slight taste of what it was like, playing Strads. But I’ve never had a Strad for, you know, a longer time. To practise on, to get to know. You know, I was asking like, a lot of soloists, Hilary, Ray, “Hey, what is it like playing on a Strad? Are there any tips?” A lot of them were just saying, look, it takes time to get used to. You have to spend time, you have to play it more. And that was definitely something I experienced. You have to change technique in a very delicate way to adapt to a Strad. And, you hear these stories, “Oh, a Strad, you can’t just kind of force the sound out, or really play into the string like a Guarneri  or Vuillaume, you have to kind of let it sing by itself”. And that was definitely the experience.

So I actually changed my technique a little bit during the month leading up to the concert. And that was very scary. So, even though it was a Strad, I was also very nervous because I was not familiar with it.

Davina: That’s interesting, isn’t it. I’ve heard the same thing about Strads as well. I’ve not played a Strad cello before, that may change one day, who knows [laughs], but I have heard that definitely it takes getting used to. That’s exactly what people say, it’s not always smooth sailing. In a way, it kind of plays you, the instrument and you, you’re playing, you have to sort of meet… in the middle. I know you’ve just said you had to change your technique in a certain way. What sort of techniques did you have to change? In terms of the right hand, the left hand?

Brett: Yeah, I like what you said – it’s almost like a dance together with the instrument. You can’t just lead all the time, you have to work with your partner on a dance floor, right? It kind of felt like that. The biggest change I noticed, actually, was in my right hand, bow arm. The left hand had some changes, mainly just, you know, typical intonation, spacing issues, when you're shifting up and down. The size of the violin is slightly different to the violin I normally play on. But, the bow really was the big change for me. The Strad just would not give way. If I decide to press a little bit too hard, it kind of just won’t give me the colourful, velvery sound it has, that this Empress Caterina had. And so, it really taught me how to approach my bow technique, actually. Because after playing on a Strad for a month, I’ve noticed my sound production is better.

Davina: Right, when you go back to your other instrument, you mean?

Brett: Yes. Because I’m trying to recreate that same sound. And a Strad really told me how to make that sound.

Davina: That’s interesting. So, was it a change of, you know – I mean, we can get quite technical here, because it’s string players. But you know, in terms of contact point, or like, pressure, like, what sort of things had to change? And also, how much of it was to do with the setup? I’m aware that the setup back in 1708 would have been very different, the way that people would have approached the strings, presumably gut strings, would have been quite different because you really have to coax the sound out of a string, in that way. You know, you can’t press into gut strings because your instrument will just say, “No, thank you.” How much of the setup has an influence on the way you produce the sound?

Brett: Oh, a lot! Honestly, I couldn’t make any changes – I was too scared. You know, I was like, “Ooh, maybe I could…” You know, tweaking the sound post, and things like that, it was too close to the concert. But, in terms of, like, the setup and the technique, I had to use a lot more bow, in terms of bow speed. My distribution of my bow weight had to change a lot too. So, I really had to kind of change my bowing technique in a way where when I was playing piano, soft, I wasn’t just lightening the bow up, I was actually removing weight. It’s very hard to explain. It’s like, there’s still weight,so you still have that fullness in that tone…

Davina: Yeah.

Brett: But I think that’s what they talk about, what they say about pianists: your softness has to project to the end of the hall.

Davina: Yeah, that’s the hard thing about playing piano – soft — It sounds like we’re talking about the instrument.

[both laugh]

Davina: Yes, piano is very hard. But that’s the difficult thing about playing soft, isn’t it, to have that core, that still focused centre of the sound, but at a lower dynamic. And it can hurt physically if you’re not doing it correctly, right.

Brett: Exactly! And it can’t sound like it’s whispery, or like you lost contact point… [sighs] fluffy, right. It needs to still have that core in the sound. And the Strad really taught me how to do that. I mean, I’m no professional at it, but it really taught me how to create that sound. And it was a new sound, actually. It taught me, you know, it’s like you have to know what you want in order to be able to create that sound you want. If you can’t hear it, it’d be pretty hard to make that sound. So the Strad kind of gave me guidance in the type of tone I like. And actually, I’ll be honest, when I first played it – this is going to sound crazy – when I first played the Empress Caterina, I wasn’t so sure if I liked the tone. But very quickly, I started understanding it more and more. It was almost like my ears hadn’t developed the understanding for the sound I’m hearing. And then literally over the course of a month, wow, I heard the difference when I went back to my violin. I was like, no way! It’s undisputable, the tone is so much more complex. It offers a lot more colour, you know. But, when I first played it, I couldn’t hear it.

Davina: Yeah, I could imagine that if you were new to a Strad, and you have this sound, and initially, you just think, “Oh I don’t like this sound because it’s unfamiliar”, but, what it does offer, if you allow yourself to open up to it, is that it’s got [a] much wider colour palette.

Brett: Yes.

Davina: And it enables you to discover those, but you have to put in the work to actually find those colours and develop your ear, in that sense.

Brett: Yes.

Davina: I mean, I wanted to ask you a little bit about the approach to a very old instrument like this – 1708 – compared with modern instruments. You know, you mentioned the instruments you’ve played, that you currently play, and also the Scrollavezza. I’ve played a cello by him, before, once. I tried one out.

Brett: Oh, wow!

Davina: I met his daughter in Cremona, I met her, and I played her father’s cello from 2000. So, presumably, modern instruments, when you play an instrument where you’re the only owner to have had it, compared with a Strad or a [instrument from an] old Italian master that has been played by numerous hands before, you know. Tell me a little bit about how you think that has an impact on the instrument’s sound. You know,  you mentioned before about how, like, [a] modern instrument, it sort of grows, you sort of grow with it.

Brett: Well, [laughs], I’m wondering, “Oh my god, do I even deserve to play this Strad right no?” That’s the first thought. But I think in terms of the sound … [sighs] To be honest, there’s so many times where I … A soloist has played my instrument and it sounds completely different, and I’m just like “Huh, wow, I got to practise. It does not sound like the violin that I play on!” [laughs] That’s kind of the modern instrument’s side.

Davina: That’s kind of the weird thing, is hearing your own instrument back, because we’re not always in a position to do that. But someone recently played my instrument and I play a modern instrument from 2005, and I heard it and I was like, “What? That’s not what it sounds like!” I mean, there are other factors as well, the fact that it’s not right under your ear, and you’re at a distance, but it’s interesting, seeing how a different person approaches your–

Brett: Oh, for sure! And especially when you get soloist to play.  Eddy’s always like “Woah, I’ve never heard that from your violin before!”–

Davina: You’re like, ‘Oh, thanks.’ [laughs]

Brett: “–That does not sound lik– Oh thanks, thanks, thanks for that” [laughs]]

But I just think in terms of the Strad – it just seems like it’s more developed, over time. It’s a great maker, and time was on its side, on the violin’s side, right. And, it’s been played a lot more, and has a lot more colours to offer. Even the slightest bow change, the slightest pressure or weight that’s placed on it, different contact point. It’s very obvious that the sound has changed. And actually, the way I see it, the Strad kind of guides you do discover the sounds, which is what I mean by when I went back to my instrument. It kind of gave me tools to try to figure out how to make the sound I want, right. I started getting a bit more experimental. It’s, “Oh, okay, this is the type of sound I can make on this violin. Oh, this is the type of sound. Oh, it gives me …is kind of more … edgier sound if I’m here. Oh, here’s a bit of a more … rounder tone or warmer colour, you know, yellow, sunshine.” I don’t– things like that.

Davina: Kind of daunting, at first, because I imagine that when you’ve got something like this, you can kind of have multi-option anxiety, like ‘Oh my god, where on Earth do I start?’ I don’t know why this is the first example to come to my head, but, for example: if you have a drill with a thousand different drill bits, you just think, “Oh my goodness, like, what on Earth am I going to use all of these tiny little drill bits for?” Then, once you get a bit more education, and you understand maybe a little bit more about your craft, you’ll find the right drill bit for the right occasion.

Brett: Yes. And can I add also, I was very scared of hitting it, or dropping it, that is all very true. So actually, the first week, I was super wary of just, playing, even playing fortissimo. I know I’ve played violin for a really long time, but I just really didn’t want to chip it in the corner or do something like that. You know, of course it happens over time, it just happens, it’s normal, of course, sometimes you hit the side when you’re getting really into the piece. Everyone does it. But I just didn’t want to be that person. [laughs] In the first week anyway.

Davina: The instrument’s survived this long, this is not the end of the road, not with me!!Brett: Yeah, but that gge me a little bit of like– it made me a little bit anxious, at the beginning. Actually we made a video about it, funny enough, in the video I did, the tip of my bow hit the side of the Srad a little bit. Eddy was like “WOAH!” and I was like “NO!” So that was a bit of an experience.

Davina: Bit scary, yeah.

Brett: Bit scary.

Davina: Yeah, definitely. That would just be the time that your hand would just open involuntarily.

That was Brett Yang, and that was just an excerpt of our conversation. Keep an eye out on thestrad.com in the coming weeks for a series of web articles featuring Brett.

[elemit]

A Gift, A Curse

A story in which we discover just how damned an ascended vampire can be, and just how far you will go to save the spawn you loved.

Read in full on AO3

dead dove/not beta read

fic warnings: Abuse, Angst, Biting, Blood and Gore, Blood Drinking, Bondage, Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Food Restriction, Hate Sex, Horror, Mental Coercion, Mind Control, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rough Sex, Sexual Coercion, Torture, Total Power Exchange, Trauma, Vampire Bites

Chapter 10: Honeymoon

You stay there, kneeling on the floor, numb. Your mind is in shock. You hear him moving around the room but your eyes are glazed and staring at nothing. Eventually you hear him leave, and still you stay on your knees, sinking into the silence he has left you in. You want to remain frozen like this forever, your head empty, your mind quiet, your thoughts swirling slowly like snowflakes, melting away to nothingness the moment they touch you. You know if you allow your thoughts to settle, you will have to think things that are too painful for you to endure. If you allow your mind to form cohesive ideas it will present you with words you do not want to hear. So you sit, statuesque, with eyes of glass and face of stone, impervious to time or thought or feeling.

You hear the chamber door open again. You couldn't say how long has passed. Time means nothing to you any more, anyway. Your internal measurements of the passing of time have all been taken from you. How many heartbeats has it been? How many breaths?

None.

You feel a strong arm wrap around you, and feel the metal rim of a cup being pushed against your lips.

"Drink, my love," says he.

You do not want to, but he tilts the cup anyway, and the moment the sweet iron scent of blood hits your nose, your mouth opens on instinct and a suppressed hunger deep in your gut roars back to life. You gulp greedily, messily, adding to the ruination of the beautiful white gown you had donned this morning when your heart had been so full of hope. The blood warms your belly, melting your icy resolve, freeing the emotions that you had so carefully trapped within yourself. Hot tears well in your eyes, spilling out, following the rivulets of your thrice-ruined makeup down your cheeks.

"Shh, my sweetest thing," he says in a voice as syrupy and soft as honey. "No more tears. You were just hungry, weren't you? I know, I know. You want to be better for me, don't you? Hush now. You're so good, aren't you? Such a good girl."

He puts the empty cup aside and picks up your limp form as he whispers his sweet nothings in your ears, kissing you gently on the head, stroking your hair with exquisite tenderness. He places you carefully on the bed and prepares you for rest, removing your clothes with practised delicacy, cleaning your face and chest softly with a damp warm cloth, pecking at your freshly cleaned skin as he goes. Tears still flow from your eyes, but without makeup they are harder to see. When he is done he undresses himself and climbs into bed beside you, spooning you with his body, wrapping you in his strong arms.

As his hands move down your frame, you have the realisation that your body will always betray you for him, and the heat from the blood in your belly slowly spreads down, pooling between your legs. As his fingers move between your thighs he lets out a small exhale of appreciation at your body's traitorous readiness for him.

"Such a good girl," he purrs, "so beautifully compliant."

He dips his fingers inside you once, twice, just enough to watch your body react to his attentions. He brushes his thumb against your clit at you buck against him involuntarily. 

"So eager," he whispers in your ear, his fingers moving to part your lips for him as he positions his body to line up his length with your entrance.

He holds there, letting the anticipation build within you, and then he plunges his full length inside you in the same moment as he sinks his fangs into your neck.

You let out a sound that could have been a whine of pleasure or could have been a sob. With every stroke, a bittersweet tension builds within you until you no longer know if you're weeping from pleasure or from heartbreak. He keeps you there, on the precipice, with his slow, steady strokes and his masterful fingers, as his fangs at your neck gently drain you into oblivion.

[troybeecham]

Today the Church honors Pope St. Cornelius.

Ora pro nobis.

Pope Saint Cornelius was a Roman priest who was elected pope during the lull in the persecution of Christians under Emperor Decius (AD 249–251).

During the period of persecution under Emperor Decius, and after the martyrdom of Pope Saint Fabian, the Roman Church was unable to elect a new pope. During the persecution it proved impossible to elect a successor, and the papal seat remained vacant for over a year. In the fourteen months without a pope, the leading candidate, Moses, had died under the persecution. In AD June 251, Decius was killed in battle with the Goths, which provided a brief window for the election of a new bishop of Rome.

Although Novatian was the pre-eminent theologian in Rome, and the first Roman theologian who used the Latin language rather than Greek in his writings, and who had largely administered the Church of Rome during the period of persecution (for which he expected to be elected pope), the moderate Roman Cornelius was elected over Novatian and others as the twenty-first pope in AD March 251. Novatian then proclaimed himself pope, and the Church of Rome fell into schism.

Those who supported Novatian and his rigorist position, that the lapsed could not be re-admitted to the Church under any circumstances, had Novatian consecrated bishop and refused to recognize Cornelius as Bishop of Rome. Both sides sent out letters to other bishops seeking recognition and support. Cornelius had the support of Cyprian, Dionysius, and most African and Eastern bishops while Novatian had the support of a minority of clergy and laymen in Rome. Cornelius's next action was to convene a synod of 60 bishops to acknowledge him as the rightful pope. The synod excommunicated Novatian as well as all Novatianists. Also addressed in the synod was that Christians who stopped practising during Emperor Decius's persecution could be re-admitted into the Christian community only after doing penance.

The verdict of the synod was sent to the Christian bishops, most notably the bishop of Antioch, a fierce Novatian supporter, in order to convince him to accept Cornelius as bishop of Rome. The letters that Cornelius sent to surrounding bishops provide information of the size of the church in Rome at that time. Cornelius mentions that the Roman Church had, "forty six priests, seven deacons, seven sub-deacons, forty two acolytes, fifty two ostiarii, and over one thousand five hundred widows and persons in distress." His letters also inform that Cornelius had a staff of over 150 clergy members and the church fed over 1,500 people daily. From these numbers, it has been estimated that there were at least 50,000 Christians in Rome during the papacy of Pope Cornelius.

As a side note, all Christian worship throughout the world was originally offered in Greek (the language of the New Testament), the Scriptures were read in Greek, and all scholarly theological writing was in Greek. Translations of the Gospels began to appear in the 4th c. AD in regional languages, such as Syriac, Gothi, Ge’ez, Armenian, Coptic, and Georgian, which also shaped growing provincial changes in the liturgy. In the Western Church, translations of the Gospels into Latin began to be made piecemeal by various translators in the early 4th c. AD, which collectively are called the Vetus Latina. It was not until the Vulgate translation (vulgate meaning “vulgar”, the Latin word for “common”, referring to the common language of Rome, Latin) was commissioned by Pope Damasus I in AD 382 that a singular, authoritative Latin version of the Holy Scriptures that Latin began to replace Greek as the language of worship and scholarship in Western half of the Roman Empire. It is a sad note of history that in the 16th c. translations began to be made into regional languages because very few could read Latin, just as had been commissioned by Pope Damasus in AD 382. Latin was a dead language, and mostly only scholars could read or speak it. Even the average clergy not trained as scholars could barely read it, and in the liturgy the people were reciting prayers with little to no comprehension. The response of the Roman Church was regrettably intolerant and violent, and was no small part of what precipitated the Protestant Reformation. Today, no matter the language used in Western Christianity, during the liturgy we can still see the vestiges of the Greek liturgy, such as when we pray “Kyrie Eleison, Christie Eleison, Kyrie Eleison”. The Vulgate is largely the work of Jerome who, in AD 382, had been commissioned by Pope Damasus I to revise the Vetus Latina Gospels used by the Roman Church. Later, on his own initiative, Jerome extended this work of revision and translation to include most of the books of the Bible. The Vulgate became progressively adopted as the Bible text within the Western Church.

The persecutions resumed in AD 251 under the new Emperor Trebonianus Gallus (AD June 251 to August 253). Cornelius was exiled to Centumcellae, Italy, where he died in AD June 253. The Liberian catalogue ascribes his death to the hardships of banishment; later sources say he was beheaded.

Almighty God, by whose grace and power your holy martyr Cornelius triumphed over suffering and was faithful even to death: Grant us, who now remember him in thanksgiving, to be so faithful in our witness to you in this world, that we may receive with him the crown of life; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever.

Amen.

[fff777]

Comments on 2023 WayV Fanmeeting Tour ‘Phantom’ Behind

Episode 1: VCR Shooting Behind

Kun in the forest in a suit with frills feels very Twilight

Oh no it's below freezing TAT

Kun playing peekaboo around the corner like ok old man we're entertained are you happy now. (I call him old man as a person who is even older than him lmao)

Kudos to Kun for acting while freezing his ass off

Kun is of course most at home with music: perusing the sheet music, fiddling with the metronome, playing the piano

Playing the piano, then going off to film, and then coming back to the piano

Kun is playing 青花瓶 by Jay Chou. As expected from a Jay Chou stan.

Hmm Kun seems to have had way more scenes than the other guys so far. Kun had three scenes (in the forest, in the corridor, composing music). The others have all only had one so far.

I have never had 螺螄粉 but word on the street is that it is very polarizing.

Ah yes Xiaojun the mint chocolate chip connoisseur. Me too brother.

Ten clowning the guys for trying to look cool while turning their heads

"Let's all watch Kun do his old man sexy dance"

More Kun playing on the piano.

Kun playing and singing 説好的幸福呢 by Jay Chou. For those of you who don't know, Jay Chou does have a very extensive repertoire with a lot of bangers. Like, his influence on millennials and older gen z-ers is crazy.

I didn't know the next songs he played so I had to look them up but they're 不讓我的眼淚陪我過夜 by 齊秦 and 可惜不是你 by 梁靜茹.

Dancing filming (y)

And then some indoor filming

It looks like Yangyang might have also dyed his eyebrows too?

Episode 2: Dance Practice Behind

Oh this is cool we're seeing how they plan and design WayV's fanmeeting. Ever since seeing Rino Nakasone working with Dream to plan TDS2 I've been interested to see more about how they design shows as a whole.

To whomever does the hard subs for this video, white subs on gray floor is tough to read TAT

A fanmeeting is basically like a smaller scale concert so they basically have everything planned out.

First practising the dance for Try My Luck.

I basically can't read the hard subs so I just turn on the Chinese Youtube subs v.v

Hendery... (he does this multiple times)

Silliness is contagious

The guys just singing along to Nectar while they're dancing. Honestly that's the best way to do it when you're trying to practise a dance at a slower speed.

"Let's hug Xiaojun and remove his clothes for the ending." "Yes, let's. He works out these days." Wild ass exchange.

Dejun??

Ten being like "has anyone done this?" and the dance trainer was like yeah, EXO with Wolf lmfao (the tree of life).

Deja vu

Hendery just kept dancing with the hat on TAT the sweat dude.

I wonder what girl group song they were dancing a cover of?

OMG NCT DREAM CANDY COVER!!!!

Shinee Sherlock cover!!!!!!!!

The guys eager to get on with dance practice, which surprised the choreographer

Hendery dragging Kun to practise

I haven't seen the performance for Diamonds Only and the dance looks so tiring!!!!

Whatever Yangyang and Ten are doing

Xiaojun and Yangyang calling each other traitors for doing the dance differently lol

Xiaojun and Yangyang are copying someone but I don't know who lol

Karaoke or something

Yangyang: Are you feelin it

Xiaojun: Yeah I'm feelin it

By the way, they were performing Broken Love <3

Lmao they had to look at the lyrics for Dream Launch

All of the guys getting really into extending the ending ad lib forever and ever

Hendery's go to dance move?

[rakenvixx]

soft shik (〃 ω 〃)

[bagofbonesmp3]

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not much to do with the pirating itself, but i download most of the stuff i watch/read/listen. sometimes websites get deleted and links go bad, but files are forever! consider getting a usb/external disk for your stuff. it was one of my first investments as an adult. got a 1 TB disk 5 years ago and im not even halfway through filling it. so most of the sites listed here are for downloads. sorry if you prefer streaming stuff.

in the same subject, get VLC media player. it’s a great media player that works with a bunch of file formats AND you can add subtitle/cc files for the stuff you watch. more on that later.

and for the love of fucking god GET MOZILLA. i swear to God, if you only use chrome it will change your browsing experience. it's just a better experience, no tracking, uses less space, has a bunch of useful add ons to help with browsing security. for a search engine i use startpage. it's just Google without blocking pages and tracking. life-changing

to the actual pirating. first step if you want to WATCH stuff:

AND also, keep in mind that if you can’t find something here, i suggest you go to a non-google browser, and simply type out what you want + “watch/download free”. of course you should get an ad block (i recommend ublock) and learn how to recognized fake links, but that’s just practise. most of the time you’ll find a random website that has what you’re looking for.

torrent:

- for movies, i usually turn to yts/yify movies. this is the latinamerican site but im sure it’s available almost everywhere. quite good catalogue, not that complete, but yknow. its good. any time you download a torrent file, make sure the file is .torrent, and that the thing you’re downloading is in the right format (mp4, mp3, mkv, etc. don’t open.exe files from places that aren’t trustworthy lol)

- torrent is IN MY OPINION one of the best ways to download media in general. i use it mostly for movies, tv shows and games. my go to torrent client is deluge because it doesn’t use much space and it’s fairly easy to use. here’s a tutorial, for you to learn how to use it. not difficult at all

- for subtitles /ccs, i go to yts-subs. bunch of subtitles in all languages. or simply check out opensubtitles, my oldest friend

- for tv shows it gets tricky, because i had a website i used before but its gone now :( so i turned to limetorrents. you can find it if you search for it. has a bunch of other stuff but i only use it when i have nowhere to turn to lmao. but upadates quite quickly, so. just make sure the uploader seems constant and trustworthy, which you can check in their profile.

non torrent stuff:

- for pc games: igggames hasn’t failed me yet. they update their links quite often

- for books: z-library (latine link, but just look it up! should show up). and my recent ally, vk. you should all love vk. vk is my fucking best friend. just look up [book name] + vk and it should show up.

- for audiobooks: vk! my good friend. i’d suggest you make an account and then check out this profile. or simply google [book] +  audiobook + vk. something will pop up. audio files can only be streamed on the website, but fear not, there is also mobilism, which also has some other content, though i use it mostly for audiobooks. you’ll have to make an account but thats fine. you can download the files in there.

- for anime: i don’t watch a lot of anime tbh, but you can find subtitled anime here

- for premium apps: here’s my trusty spotify premium link. but mobilism has links for android and ios  apps as well! i have a friend who uses it and says the links check out, so!

- for music: how old are you? just download stuff from youtube with a youtube to mp3 converted. jeez.

im surely missing a website, so maybe i’ll add something later, but this is pretty much it! thanks for watching.

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I'm sorry if you got bored of these but I'm literally Wilding over perv Binnies roommate, can we have one where reader is so open about it that she even says it in front of Binnie and poor baby's so stunned and shy:((

-⛓

never could be bored of it, because it's a rich text ugh, especially when you turn the tables and have changbin be the flustered one - because honestly? i think he would be. like have you seen the shy smile and flustered laughter when other members compliment him? he'd fully stop working if you outright told him how badly you wanted him.

like i am a sub!changbin enthusiast and this just feeds into that, because if you really wanted to be mean you could talk about it all the time; teasing him with whispers and promises but never touching him until he comes to you begging you to just do something - anything. and of course you do because how the fuck could you say no to him

also hi ⛓ anon - it's lovely to meet you too ahhhh

well behaved

wc: 1.9k

cw: sub!changbin x afab hard dom!reader, unprotected sex (don't do this), creampie, degradation, praise, dirty talk, pet names for changbin (binnie, pretty boy, toy), some size kink, little bit of dumbification, mentions of cum play and oral.

it was rude, changbin thought, the way you would parade around your shared apartment in whatever clothes you had stolen from him earlier in the week. and only his clothes, his t-shirts hanging off of you, but giving a delicious look at your thighs; thighs he had fantasised his face being directly in between numerous times.

what was ruder, though, was the way you'd shamelessly tell him how much you want him and then laugh and walk away - leaving him stood there in shock with a semi. that was cruel.

'god sometimes...'

you started, reaching up to the top shelf of a cupboard, giving him a delicious view of the lacy underwear you were wearing covering your ass as his hoodie raised up.

'...i wish you'd rail me against this counter.'

you finished, getting what you needed, and wandering off back to your room. and he was left picturing the way you'd look bent over the marble, your moans ricocheting off the counter.

in the middle of summer, you sat on the couch, one of his tops sliding off your shoulder giving a delicious view of your unmarked collarbone. popsicle in hand you were watching some nonsense on the tv and complaining about the heat, before catching him staring at the way you'd take the whole popsicle into your mouth, licking at it sometimes, swirling your tongue around it, mindlessly humming at the sweet taste.

'oh binnie, i'd love to see if i can fit you fully in my mouth'

you comment, before taking the whole popsicle in your mouth, swallowing around the tip, and pulling it out;

'i've been practising, see? maybe i need to size up next time'

you add, enjoying his stunned face before turning back to your show, licking up a drip from the side of the popsicle - and he wasn't even sure if that was for show or not.

another time, you were loading your washing into the machine, bending over, presenting yourself to him as he walked into the room, you nonchalantly commented;

'i have to do so much more washing lately.'

closing the door you begin the fiddle with the settings before adding; 'it's your fault binnie, really, i've been soaking through all my underwear thinking of you.'

and as he went to apologise for something that definitely wasn't his fault, you closed your bedroom door. he shouldn't apologise, though, right? fuck he never knows what to say when you talk to him like this; make so clear how interested you were but never doing anything about it, and it was just rude. and he always planned to respond, to call you out or tell you how much he wanted you or something more than standing there and feeling the blood rush to his dick - but there was something in the air of dominance in your voice that always shut him up. something you had even jokily called him a good boy for once or twice; another thing you did which made his head spin.

later on that night you were both enjoying take out on the couch, sitting at opposite ends. you were wearing one of his few button-up shirts, with far too many buttons undone. the black fabric contrasting against the obnoxiously red lace adorning your chest and, he imagined, your pussy. the shirt was shorter than a lot of the -shirts you usually wore but not that short - but maybe if you just moved slightly;

'oh binnie, you can just take the shirt back if you want it so much'

you lean forward, crawling slightly to close the distance between you too.

'i mean, rip it off me if it bothers you that much, use those muscles that drive me crazy.'

you move an arm to squeeze at his biceps, feeling the firmness tense under your touch.

'but you'd never do that, binnie, always so shy'

'i'm not even sure you know how to put to muscles to use'

'so well behaved, never doing anything unless i tell you too, what a good boy'

and he shouldn't be getting hard from a couple words, a look, and a hand on his arm but he was, he was so fucking hard. but he also wanted to deny what you were saying, he could do more than just behave.

'not t-true'

'not true? not true, really, binnie?'

and he silently nodded, waiting for you, as always. and you leaned forward, supporting your weight with a hand on your shoulder, to whisper in his ear; your lips brushing his lobe.

'then do something changbin'

and he froze, as you leaned back again and laughed with your whole chest.

'pathetic, you're so damn lucky you're so fucking pretty'

'how about this, if you can manage to unbutton this shirt, do that for me? and i'll do the rest of the work. you just sit there and be a really pretty toy, make pretty noises, and i'll do the work'

'i'll make use of that cock of yours, make us both feel good? and all you have to do is behave, and let me admire those muscles of yours that you don't even use, okay?'

and he nodded, flushing every time you complimented his body, the shy smile on his lips as he reached his hand out, shakily undoing the first of the four buttons you had managed to do up on the shirt.

'one.'

he wasn't prepared for you to count, to challenge his ability to even undo buttons on a shirt, but that the fact you were made him whine. somehow, despite all his muscles, you made him feel so so small. and it was this thought that passed through his head as he undid the second one.

'two.'

you say, smirking, looking down at the way his hands struggled with the fabric, before succeeding again.

'three.'

you leaned forward placing your lips at his ear again as you felt the last button give way and the shirt fall off your shoulders.

'four.'

'such a good boy. so impressive'

you giggle, getting off his lap long enough to set his cock free of its confines before positioning yourself over him, underwear pushed to the side. changbin notes that it is, in fact, matching red lace, and it made you look delicious. taking the tip and running it over your wetness, up and down, past both the clit over and over again; teasing both you and him. he whined, looking up at you, pouting.

'ask nicely, binnie, it's only polite since you're going to be doing nothing as i take care of you'

'p-please, i... please' the last word coming out as a whisper, him quieting down as you stick your thumb in his mouth. quieting the moans that erupted from his mouth as you sat down on his length; the expected stretch was delicious.

fully seated, you look at him in the eyes, feeling the way his tongue danced around the thumb in his mouth, as if it were your clit; desperately trying to do anything to please you.

'it's silly really, you having a cock this big if you're not going to do anything with it'

'at least it'll be a good toy for me now, yeah?'

'all mine to use'

you say, emptying his mouth, waiting for him to agree - not moving an inch until you heard the confirmation of this newfound relationship leave his lips.

'all y-yours to p-play w-with, y/n, f-fuck'

and with that you started riding him, nails gripping into one of his shoulders, marking the muscle as you try to balance on his lap; leaning back slightly so the fat head of his cock would hit that gummy spot inside you that made your head spin.

it's then that you notice his hands are still at his side and have been this whole time; triggering another laugh from you at his submission.

'not even touching me, binnie, what you waiting for?'

'you want me to say it's okay? fuck, such a dumb toy, need to be told to do everything'

'only good for this cock of yours, i swear'

'i'll be nice, you can, fuck, touch'

and his hands instantly reach out to cup your ass, each palm swallowing up a cheek, grabbing with force as you continue to ride him.

't-thank you, thank you, th-'

you lean forward and kiss him, shutting him up with an aggressive meeting of your lips. with tongue and biting and want, so much want from both of you; months of frustration leading to this point. pulling away again you say;

'toys don't f-fucking talk unless told to'

'you can answer questions or tell me you're close, that's it'

'all i want to hear from that pretty little mouth of yours is whines and moans or my name, or if we need to stop, okay?'

and he silently nodded, triggering you to bottom out and sit completely still. reaching out to roughly grab his chin in your hand.

'that was a fucking question binnie'

's-sorry- i-'

you increase the strength of your hold, feeling the bone of his jaw through his cheeks.

'not what i want to fucking hear'

'y-yes y/n'

and suddenly your hand moves back to cup at his chest, enjoying the weight of the muscle in your palm as you smile, starting the pace back up again.

'good b-boy, j-just need a l-little training, t-that's all'

'we h-have plenty of t-time to train you, w-wanna use you a-all over t-this apartment - fuck'

opening your screwed close eyes, you see him, panting and biting at his lips - feeling the way his hands somehow grip even tighter on you. and that's when you realise, smiling at him and speaking slightly softer;

'oh, the pretty boy wants to c-cum?'

's-sorry, i- s-'

'not the question binnie, and i'm sure you don't want me s-stopping now'

'now, i asked, does my pretty little boy want to cum? want to fill me up? want to ruin me for everyone else, yeah?'

'y-yes p-please please, y/n pleeaaassseeee' he pleads, as you kiss the top of his forehead.

'go ahead binnie, fill my pussy up, make a mess'

'you've been so good, want it dripping out of me'

'look at me when you cum in me, binnie, want to see that pretty face of yours'

and he does, just a second later, feeling the warmth spreading inside of you, slowing down the pace you had into the long and hard thrusts to make sure you fucked all of his cum deep into you - before stopping, completely full of him again. reaching out you go to cup his cheek before he turns, catching your thumb in his mouth, sucking on it as he looked at you. you chuckle.

'such a good boy for me, look so pretty filling me up'

'where are you manners though, binnie?'

and he suddenly looked worried, starting to speak around the weight on his tongue;

't-thank y-you y/n, thank you'

'good boy, and you can make it up for me'

'i'm going to ride that pretty face of yours until you've cleaned up this mess you've made, and you're ready to make another one'

'because, binnie, i plan of using this new toy of mine all over this apartment'

'every single place you got hard because of me but didn't do anything'

'because you're just a dumb little toy, so so pretty for me'.