#like imagine being a pretty dude and getting to do stuff with other pretty dudes and just serving talent and visuals everyday

[basofy]

ive never talked about their dynamic but this is one of the many thoughts i have about them

[omgafhsfanin2024]

Oh god is my fnafhs phase coming back. I have an AU Idea and it's very magical girl-y help (a Lil summary in the tags)

[emeraldbabygirl]

WHY HE LOOK SO GOOD LIKE THIS AHHHHH

[royalarchivist]

Phil briefly talks about QSMP, the admin situation, Quackity, the new team, and the harassment both Quackity and the admins have been receiving.

Please listen to the clip and read the transcript in its entirety. Keep in mind that things can easily be taken out of context (even this clip, though I did try to include everything he said).

If you'd like to see the full unedited conversation, Phil started talking about last week's interactions with YD and Bad ~1h 57m into today's VOD, which led into this conversation about QSMP.

[ Complete Transcript ↓ ]

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Phil: Yeah, she's great. Another- another reason why QSMP is just like... fuckin' incredible. That was like, not even ever going to happen without QSMP. Like, obviously it's had its problems, it's go– it's had its problems. Those problems are being rectified. All the people that were wrong'uns have been fired [Laughs] And Quackity's put a new team together. So like, I'm so happy that I'm like– that Q is doing everything he can right now to make it like, right.

But I am still just sad that Chayanne and Tallulah are just asleep, that is just making me real sad. So I've been like, logging on whenever I can to just like, hang out and stuff and just, you know, be around. But I am- I am just sad boy now. [Laughs] I've like– throwing all those penguins into the- the Spawn area was like, my limit. And the like, laughing with YD and Bad kind of cheered me up a bit.

But yeah, I'm sure most of you can agree. It's like, once- once you've been making content on a server a certain way, it's- it's been like, 6 - 8 months of like, the same like type of content I've been making on that server. It's been very lore-heavy, it's been very Egg hanging out with the Eggs and just chilling. Like, not even like doing anything crazy. We would just hang out. But yeah, I'm sure everyone's in the same boat. Like, we all just like, miss that, you know?

So... just gotta wait around. Just gotta wait. Wait for things to get better. Trust in Big Q.

But yeah, moments- moments like the other day, Chat, where me, Bad, and YD were just hanging out just like kind of... you know, it just kind of like... What's the word I'm looking for? Like, drills home how important the QSMP is and can be for connecting people. Not just now, but in the future. And like, that- I feel like that is something that's definitely worth protecting, or something that's worth like, seeing happen in the future with other people. Not even thinking about like, if I'm gonna be interacting with anyone like, thinking about like other people interacting with other people in the future. It's fucking- It's so cool.

Like, imagine seeing like, brand new streamers that you might've not have heard of interacting with people that you know right now. Not necessarily me or people that I know, but like– like, the connections that we've all made.

Dude, Me and Kristin went to fuckin' Switzer-France to hang out with these people! [Laughs] Cellbit and Lore traveled from fucking Brazil to Switzer-France to hang out! The- these connections are like, mental. Just never would have happened without the server, and that's definitely something worth protecting. And like, ensuring it is done the correct way in the future.

That means a lot to us Chat, it does– [Briefly responds to Chat] It means a lot to us and like, obviously the admins being well-taken care of is like, at the fore-front.

And Quackity speaks very highly of this new team. He's like- he's chatted to us like, in calls and stuff. He's been keeping us up to date on everything that's been going on behind the scenes, everything that he can tell us anyways. And like, he is very happy with this new team. He pretty much said that they are like, very passionate about the project, and we can like, trust that he trusts them to do a very good job. So...

Yeah, I'm excited but like, we just have to kind of like, wait. Like, there's a lot being changed around, there's a lot of plans. But the good thing to know is that the people that caused harm have been removed. And now the people that are like, in charge are like, very passionate about the project and just want to see everyone happy and succeed and be taken care of. But these things take time. So we just have to hang about, we have to wait.

[Responding to someone asking about what happened with QSMP and the Admin situation] I'm not going to go into too much detail, you can find out exactly what has gone on, and it's not as simple as black and white. It's- there's a lot of gray areas in there, and it's like very complicated, so you can go look it up yourself, but ultimately, all you need to know is that the initial admin team, the like, head people at the top that Quackity put in charge like ages ago when the server first started were making decisions that were like, not good for the health and also the well-being of the actors, and like, admins and like, the staff. So like, some staff were fine, other staff had a shit fucking time, and it was unfair and terrible and went unnoticed for a while, and then it all came out and Quackity's been like, fixing it since.

Most recently, he stepped down from the team because of like, how serious shit was getting. Like, people online have been fucking awful. And it's very dangerous at the minute for like the ex- like, members of the team, and also him. It's like- it's terrible.

So it's very heated, very– it's– again— and it's not as simple as just like "This- this is– this is right, this is wrong." It's like- it's very- there's a lot of muddled areas, and it's not as easy as just saying "This is exactly what happened." I'm summarizing. I'm literally just summarizing. But all you need to know right now, the latest update is that the team that are in charge are very passionate about the projects and are like, much, much better and will take care of the new people and the admins and all the actors and stuff a lot better than the last fucking team because the initial problem was that Quackity kind of like, took a bit more of a step back and he wasn't like, overseeing every single thing that was going on behind the scenes, but now he's had to- he's had to take a step back, he's been forced to take a step back, but he's left it in the hands of a team that he truly trusts this time. Like, he's actually fully-vetted.

So HOPEFULLY– again: there's more things that need to be done behind the scenes, and I'm not an official spokesperson, I'm just a person playing on the fucking server that my friend has made, and I'm very happy to support him, and I trust that he will do and continue to do the right thing.

But yeah. Not as simple as just [Snaps fingers] "This is this." It's like– there's so much fucking like, middle ground and shit that's gone on. And that's all I'm gonna say on it! 'Cuz otherwise it's just gonna go on and on and on, and people are gonna be like, "What do you know?" and be like "I don't know shit!" And the stuff that I do know, I probably can't talk about right now. There's like, certain things that like, can't be said, for legal reasons and stuff.

[reallyromealone]

This isn't a request but I'm brain rotting rn about imagining Emma is once again at a toman meeting with another 'girl' and Draken of course scolds her and is like "Don't go bringing your schoolmates to a gang meeting," but it's actually reader crossdressing and Mikey's new bf

Thank you, bye bye I had to tell somebody and I thought you would like it. 🤧

Title: cross dressing

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Pairing: Mikey x reader

Warnings: slight au, male reader, cross dressing, fluff

Notes: made some slight alterations for the sake of hahas

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Mikey was slightly annoyed as he heard his younger sister brought someone to a Toman meeting, the girl making friends at university and he often saw her friends when he got home from gang stuff or helping shinichiro with his shop on occasion.

What he wasn't expecting was (name) to be dressed in cute feminine clothes and a mini skirt, tucked flat-- Mikey chuckled silently to himself as he knew (name) probably regretted letting Emma get into drag racing shows. Draken scolded the girl as (name) glanced around and saw Mikey leaned back on his chair with his legs spread, slicked back blond hair showing off his tattoos as he winked before blowing out smoke from his cigarette.

(Name) And Mikey had recently begun dating, the blond initially hesitant when he learned Emma had a male friend and Draken nearly hostile at his girlfriend being so close to the cute boy but they quickly realized that (name) was not interested in Emma or any other girl.

What Draken didn't know was that Mikey immediately went on the hunt, practically popping up anywhere (name) was to flirt with him and eventually begin dating him.

So when the twenty-one year old saw his boyfriends bare thighs swished slightly by stockings and that cute skirt, (name) looked nervous at the look he gave him though... The Toman underlings who stood in position in the back garden of Toman headquarters didn't see the look as their boss being a horny bastard but instead saw it as annoyed.

To be fair, Mikey was incredibly hard to read.

"She can stay but she has to stay out of the way, we aren't responsible if she gets hurt" Draken sighed and kissed Emma's forehead as the blond girl beamed up at the tattooed man "thanks Kenny!" She said sweetly and the giant of a man grumbled but didn't say anything.

(Name) Sat with Emma quietly as they started their meeting, Emma and (name) chatting amongst themselves and working on a project, (name) explaining his half and what he was doing.

They didn't even notice the meeting end until Mikey wandered to them "oi" he said passively as (name) looked up confused and Mikey raised his hand, many members holding their breaths only for Mikey to grip (name)s neck and kiss him softly "what" Baji said confused, he was fully ready to get the cute girls number but seems Mikey got to her first.

"What's with the clothes? They look weird" he asked confused and mitsuya looked up from his laptop, working on business expenses that he will be sending to Koko later "Mikey! Don't tell a girl her clothes look weird! That's rude!"

"But (name) isn't a girl" Mikey said bluntly as he plopped beside (name) and draped himself over the other "I just made (name) wear girl clothes, he owed me a favor" Emma said sweetly "besides he looks cute! Don't judge my fashion Mikey!"

"Wait, she's a dude?" Pah said confused and (name) nodded "yeah "

"Wait why did Mikey kiss you?" Chifuyu was also confused, a group of grown ass men who ran a notorious gang and made illegal millions couldn't figure out was a relationship for the life of them.

"(Name)s my boyfriend" Mikey said bluntly, Draken connecting the dots fast.

That would explain why Mikey went to a specific apartment often.

And based on how he played with (name)s skirt...

He would be going back pretty damn soon.

[tightjeansjavi]

Tongue Tied

Joel Miller x f!reader

NSFW 🔞

A/N: I came up with this idea at work 😵‍💫 this one specifically is for @chaotic-mystery you’re welcome bby! This can be read as a stand-alone piece or a blurb/one-shot for ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’

Summary: a game of spin the bottle ends exactly how you imagine it to; you and Joel, a headboard banging, and tongues tied.

~word count : 4.2k~

Warnings: possessive! joel, jealous! joel, a lil feral and horny! joel, established relationship, swearing, tension, mentions of alcohol, smut, filth, consent, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap that willy) oral (f receiving) a huge fucking praise kink, nicknames, cock warming, like just a whole lot of filth. Y’all get the warnings. (+18) minors dni !

Songs used:

“Small Talk” by Niall Horan

“Tonight you are Mine” by The Technicolors

“Dirty Love” by Mt. Joy

“Talk” by Hozier

It was Joel’s brilliant idea to throw you a ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go too deep!’ Party.

For some context, just two months ago, you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. You nearly bled out on Joel and Tess’s kitchen table. Joel was at your side the entire time you were recovering and now that you fully healed, what better way to celebrate than with a little dark humor, real fucking booze, and good company.

Tess had brought her friend Bea over and you already had your sneaking suspicion that they were an item already. Or, at the very least, they were 1000% fucking. Joel was a little slow with these sorts of things but you knew in time, he would figure it out. Regardless, you were happy for Tess and your friendship was seemingly coming full circle. Hell had certainly freezed over at that point. You, and Tess? Friends? Who would have ever thought that was even fucking possible. I guess you almost bleeding to death on the kitchen table was enough for her to finally end the quarrel between you two.

“Where in the hell did you manage to find some real fucking whiskey Tess?”

You were sitting across Joel’s lap on the couch. His arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, his fingers lightly holding onto the side of your hip where the soft skin there met your thigh. He always had to be touching you somehow. Being affectionate was something that Joel really never understood, nor cared for, but you changed his view on it. Now? He couldn’t get enough of you, or your skin on his. He was painfully addicted, royally and utterly fucked, because of you.

You felt him lightly tap his fingers against the sliver of skin exposed under your t-shirt as he took a sip from his own glass.

“Would you believe me if I told you those Fedra fucks somehow have their own stash of top-shelf booze?”

You brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a small sip and you could feel Joel staring at you. Not in a weird, or creepy way. He was admiring you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Makes me hate them just a little bit more than I already do. Seriously though, what did you have to do to get this stuff?”

Tess laughed and took a sip from her own glass as she leaned back against the wall. “A handjob and a real quick one at that. Dude lasted all of 30 seconds. It was pretty pathetic but hey, I wanted to make sure you could taste some of the real fucking stuff for once. You earned it.”

Joel let out a weird noise, covering it with a chuckle over the rim of his glass. He had lightly squeezed your hip.

You weren’t even phased by Tess’s answer in the slightest.

“30 fucking seconds? Now that is honestly really pathetic. I appreciate you putting yourself through that bullshit. This stuff is definitely better than the other crap we’ve been drinking. So thank you again.” You raised your glass in her direction, a small grin on your lips.

Tess mirrored your actions, raising her glass in your direction before taking a sip.

“Just don’t expect me to put myself through that ever again, alright?”

You giggled, leaning back against Joel’s broad chest, shaking your head.

“Oh god, No! I will never expect you to put yourself through that again!”

It was Tess’s idea for everyone to play a friendly game of spin the bottle. As soon as she suggested it, Joel was grumbling about how it was a stupid game for teenagers and that he would not be participating in those kinds of shenanigans.

“Tess. I ain’t playin’ a silly little girls game. That shit is for teenagers. Do I look like a fuckin’ teenager to you?”

“No, but you’re fucking acting like one right now, Texas. Besides, if you get lucky enough, you’ll get to kiss your girl. C’mon, just one round.”

“I ain’t gotta get lucky enough to kiss her. Can kiss her whenever I want.” He gruffly spoke.

You gave him a light jab to his side with your elbow, turning around in his lap and gave him a warning look.

“Keep acting like that and you’re never gonna get to kiss me again cowboy.”

Joel narrowed his eyes at you challengingly. His eyebrow quirked up in your direction as he leaned in close enough for you to taste the warm whiskey on his breath.

“You wanna fuckin’ bet on that one sugar?” He went to brush his thumb against your plush, lower lip when you had given his chest a light shove, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Shuddup. You and I both know you’re not gonna win this one, honey. So get up from this fuckin couch and play this game with us. Or, you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

Joel grumbled something under his breath as he stared at you for a minute longer. He was trying to gauge if you were bullshitting him but by the way you stared right back, he knew you were dead serious.

“Fuckin’ gonna get you back for this sweetheart. You’ll see.”

You reached over and gave his cheek a light, affectionate pat, brushing your thumb against the coarse hair on his beard.

“Mhm. I’m sure you will, cowboy.”

Tess and Bea were already sat on the floor across from each other, an old empty beer bottle between them.

“Jesus fuck. You guys just gonna continue to eye fuck eachother or are we gonna play the game? Just one round, and then we’ll get out of your hair so you guys can rip each other's clothes off.” Tess said with a grin.

Your cheeks heated up at the slightest, from Tess’s crudeness, and the warm whiskey flowing through your veins.

You stood up from the couch, turning to look back at your lover, who was staring right back at you.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t make me ask you again.”

When he rolled his eyes in response, you wasted no time to grab his hand, yanking him up from the couch in one swift movement.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ woman. Alright, alright. I’m up.” He begrudgingly took a seat across from you on the worn carpet.

“We all know the rules, right? I mean..they’re fairly simple anyway.”

“Yeah, Tess. Just fuckin’ get on with it already.” Joel grumbled.

Tess turned to you and pushed the bottle in your direction.

“Think you get the first honors of spinning. Only fair after what you went through.”

You held your hand against your chest in mock shock as Tess gave you the first spin.

“Really? Wow, Tess. I think I’m going to document this moment forever.” You jokingly said.

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I actually have learned how to tolerate you. Now go on, spin.”

“I’m so loved.” You said with a giggle before grasping the bottle between your fingers, glancing at the three of them before you spun The bottle.

It spinned a few times before slowly coming to a stop. The opened end of the bottle was pointed directly at Tess.

You glanced at Joel for a moment. His brows were furrowed in slightly as he observed where the bottle was pointing. He was unashamedly looking forward to this, and you could tell just by the way he took his time with bringing the rim of his glass to his lips. His eyes were locked on yours, a smirk appearing.

“Well, you gonna kiss her baby doll?”

You could tell Tess was a little hesitant as she looked at you. You on the other hand? You were already scooting towards her. The liquor was giving you a bit of confidence boost as you reached for her face, gently holding her cheeks in your warm palms.

“You good with this?” You asked, while stroking your thumbs against her soft skin gently.

Tess had given you a slight nod of consent before you leaned in, just lightly brushing your lips against hers, your eyes fluttering shut as you pulled her in close. You teased her for a moment before fully pressing your lips against hers.

Much to everyone’s surprise, Tess kissed you back as she reached up, threading her fingers through your hair.

The kiss lasted all of 30 seconds as you bit down on her lower lip, tugging it out with your teeth before gently releasing it.

Tess had given you one last peck before she pulled back, grabbing what was left of her glass and tossed it down her throat.

“Fuck, I see why you like her so much Miller. She’s a damn fuckin good kisser.”

Joel was looking right at you as he spoke, nodding his head.

“Mhm. She damn well is. Don’t go gettin’ any ideas about stealin’ my girl Tess. She’s all mine, and I don’t take kindly to sharin’.”

You were used to Joel’s possessive nature by now. You lived through it. For some reason, hearing him say ‘my girl’ did something to you. You were absolutely counting down the minutes till Tess and Bea would leave so that you could have Joel all to yourself.

A few more rounds were played, much to Joel’s disapproval. You had ended up kissing Tess a couple more times and when you had slid into her lap at one point, Joel had enough. You could tell he was jealous just by the clench of his jaw, the furrow of his brows and the way he clutched the whiskey glass in his fist. You were afraid if he held it any tighter, the glass would surely break.

Whoops.

Tess and Bea got the memo pretty quick and had left after you crawled out her lap, an innocent look stricken across your pretty face.

“Did ya enjoy yourself sweetheart?” Joel was absentmindedly spinning the bottle now, his gaze falling on you.

“Mhm. Best, ‘we’re so glad the knife didn’t go deeper’ party ever.”

“Mmm. Thought so. You really liked kissin’ on Tess like that huh? You gonna save any of that for me?”

You were leaned back on your elbows as you looked over at him, an eyebrow raised in a suggestive manner.

“You jealous or something cowboy? You looked to be enjoying yourself as well. How about you take a final spin? See if you get lucky tonight.”

“Mmm. I ain’t got nothin’ to be jealous about when I know I get you at the end of the night.”

He spun the bottle once and watched it land facing you. You could both feel the air getting thick with tension. The chemistry was absolutely sizzling, sending all the warning signs that it was about to explode.

“Guess you are getting lucky tonight.”

Joel didn’t even have a moment to respond before you were in his lap, straddling his hips. The tension had shattered when he immediately grasped your hips between his rough, calloused palms. He bunched the thin fabric of your t-shirt up so he could finally touch your warm skin, he felt the goosebumps rising already.

“C’mon pretty girl. Kiss me already, please. You gonna make me beg ya?” He drawled.

You loved having Joel beneath you like this and at your mercy. You loved the way he looked up at you with his deep, puppy dog brown eyes. His lips were held in a slight pout as you brushed your thumb across his lower lip, watching as he nibbled on the tip of your finger.

God, submissive Joel was so fucking sexy.

You leaned down, grabbing his face in your hands before you finally kissed him, slotting your lips together as you held control of the situation. You knew it would only for a short moment before he’d take over. He lowly mumbled against your lips, your tongues tangled, teeth clashing.

“How do you want me tonight baby? You want it sweet? Rough? Filthy?”

He slid his hands up the expanse of your back, his fingers splayed out against your skin.

“All of the above, cowboy. I fucking want it all.”

He flipped you over onto your back with ease, yanking you down so you were underneath him. He was gripping your chin between his fingers, while his thumb brushed against your lower lip. Now you were looking up at him, anticipating his next move, while you wrapped your lips around the tip of his thumb, eyelashes fluttering. The sight of you beneath him, looking so needy, so pretty for him, had his cock twitching in his jeans.

“Look at you baby. You look so fuckin pretty for me honey. Fuck. Don’t look at me with those eyes. Y’know what those things do to me? Fuckin’ got me meltin’ like putty.” His Texas accent was thick, warm, deep, and it settled deliciously between your legs. You were aching for him already.

“Joel. Baby, please. C’mon.”

“Shh. I know, pretty girl. Gonna treat you real good, okay? You know I will. I got you, you got me. Now wrap your legs ‘round me. Ain’t gonna fuck you on the floor. Next time, Kay sugar? Want you on the bed.”

Joel didn’t have to ask you twice as you wrapped your thighs around his hips while he lifted you up into his arms with ease, grasping you by the outside of your thighs.

He managed to reattach his lips to yours while he carried you down the hall, using his hip to push open your shared bedroom. You only had a moment to breathe when he had tossed you onto the mattress. Your lips were swollen, and your face flushed as you watched him pull his shirt over his head with one hand.

It easily was one of the sexiest things a man could do. Even more sexy because Joel Miller was your man. Your fellow, your guy.

You let out a soft, heart clenching giggle as he crawled on top of you, peppering your face with warm kisses. His beard lightly scraped at your skin but you didn’t mind. You fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ damn near lost my mind when you kissed Tess like that. Fuckin’ filthy of you to climb in her lap. What would have happened if I wasn’t in the room? Hmm sweet girl? Bet you woulda kept goin’.”

His kisses moved from your face to your jaw, and down your neck. He was sucking greedily at your tender flesh. His teeth, lips and tongue worked in a steady flow as he left his marks upon you. He loved the way you would grip his hair, and scrape your nails against his scalp. The feeling had his eyes rolling back into his skull.

“Joel..” you whimpered out his name as he continued to mark you up.

“Yeah, baby? Is it too much? Want me to stop?” He mumbled against your skin. His fingers were pushing your shirt back up, exposing more of your skin. His fingertips lightly brushed against your navel.

“Don’t stop, please. I need more. Joel, baby give me more.”

“Needy little thing for me, huh? Don’t want me to take my time with ya? Mmm..I think you can be a little patient, right sweet girl?”

“Touch me or so help me god—“

His fingers were at the waistband of your jeans, he had popped the button open and was now toying with the zipper.

He loved holding you over the edge like this.

“What’re gonna do about it if I don’t give you what you want, honey? C’mon. Be a good girl for me.”

You let out a frustrated huff, a whine slipping past your throat because you were that fucking desperate for his touch. You absolutely craved it.

“Joel, please. Want you, want your fingers, your tongue. Want it all, please. Please just fucking touch me.”

He chuckled while he slowly dragged your zipper down, slipping his fingers between the waistband of your jeans and your panties.

“Mmm. Well, since you said please…”

He brushed his fingers against your clit, watching as your pretty lips fell open and he drank it all in.

“Take your shirt off for me, sugar. Play with your pretty tits while I play with your pussy, Kay? Fuckin’ wet for me already. Absolutely drippin.’ That for me, or Tess?”

“Both.” You deadpanned as you wasted no time to lift your shirt above your head, tossing it to the side.

Joel couldn’t help but lean down and wrap his lips around one of your peaked buds as he sank his teeth against the sensitive skin, causing your body to jolt up slightly.

He had used his free hand, that wasn’t teasing you, to push your jeans down your legs. He yanked them down past your ankles, along with your panties.

All it took was for him to tap your thigh lightly and you were spreading your legs for him as if on command.

Damn him.

“Absolutely fuckin filthy. Look at you baby. Drippin’ for me, and Tess.”

He was teasing your slick folds, watching your face the entire time, with intensity. He watched your mouth go slack when he had slowly slipped in two of his fingers, pumping them slowly. He loved the way your eyes rolled back when he curled them against the soft, spongy texture of your walls.

Your moans filled the small room deliciously. He couldn’t wait to have you screaming so loud, the neighbors and patrolling FEDRA fucks would be able to hear you from outside.

“Feels good, huh baby? I gotta have a taste. Will you let me, sweet girl? Will you let me have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

You grabbed his face, roughly pulling him down to you by his chin. You kissed him hard, tasting the smooth whiskey on his tongue, knocking the air out of your lungs and his. “Have a taste, cowboy.”

You pulled away from the searing kiss, your fingers still wrapped around his soft curls as you guided his head down, with zero hesitation.

“Fuckin’ don’t have to ask me twice.” He gruffly responded as he dragged his lips down your navel, scooting himself lower, on his knees. He used his free hand to yank you closer to him, holding his hand down against your stomach firmly with his arm wrapped around you, locking you in place.

He wasted no time to press a kiss to your aching cunt, dragging his tongue across your clit as he continued to curl his fingers. The combination was mind-numbing.

He had you moaning his name as if it was a fucking prayer. Each swipe of his tongue, each time he hit that spot that had you seeing stars, your moans would rise an octave. All for him. Your fellow, your guy.

“Sound so fuckin pretty for me baby. So fuckin pretty.” He mumbled against you, his mouth full of your pussy.

“F-f—fuck Joel. I’m—fuck. So good baby. So fuckin good.”

“Don’t come for me yet honey. Not yet, I know, sweet girl. Don’t give in.”

His beard was slightly scraping against your inner thighs, he shook his head back and forth, causing his nose to bump against your aching clit and your thighs to close in around his head. He surely had deep scratches along his scalp from how hard you were digging your nails into him.

“J—Joel! Fuck—stop! Stop! I can’t—baby I can’t hold on much longer!

His tongue was fiercely lapping at you now, your thighs squeezing, trembling around his head. You never thought the overwhelming euphoria would end till he lifting his mouth from you. His beard, and lips were coated in your arousal. His pupils darkened as he looked up at you.

Your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching the sensitive nubs between your fingers as you panted, catching your breath as you looked down at your lover.

“Can I have a taste, please?” You breathed out.

He slipped his fingers out, they were coated in your arousal as he sat up on his knees, bringing them down to your lips, smearing them with your cum before he slipped them in. He watched as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, dragging your tongue across the ridges, your eyes fiercely locked on his.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me. You like the way you taste baby? You taste so fuckin’ sweet darlin’.”

He slipped his fingers out slowly, replacing them with his lips as he kissed you hard. Slipping his tongue past your lips with ease. There was something so erotic about you and him tasting your cum together.

You hear the sound of his belt clanking, his jeans dragging down his legs as he rid himself of his clothes, tossing them onto the floor with yours.

You were already pulling him in as close as possible when you felt his tip pressing against the side of your thigh, while his other hand was firmly wrapped around the headboard.

“Gonna scream for me darlin.’? Gonna let the neighbors fuckin’ know you’re mine?” He had detached his lips from yours, momentarily. His forehead gently resting against yours as he dragged his tip against your slick folds, letting out a low hiss.

“Loud enough that they’re gonna think I’m getting murdered, cowboy.”

“Mmm. That’s exactly what I fuckin like to hear. You ready baby? I got you, you got me.”

Joel always knew how to get your heart skipping a beat, and the butterflies in your stomach flapping. Even when you were fucking.

“I got you, you got me.” You let out a soft sigh when he slowly pressed into you, you loved the way he filled you up to the brim, each time. He stretched you deliciously. Nothing about Joel Miller was small, and you fucking loved it.

“Fuckin’ hell. So tight for me. So fuckin tight. Goddamn. Don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to being buried inside this pretty pussy. Grippin’ me so well. So good for me baby.” Joel praised you as he sank into your warmth.

His pubic bone was nudging yours. That’s how deep he was enveloped inside you.

Just where he always wanted to be.

“S’okay? Feelin’ good honey?’ He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nipping lightly at your chin as he dipped his head down.

You nodded, glancing down at where your bodies were connected while you brought your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through the back of his hair.

“S’good baby.”

He let out a breath of air as he drew his hips back before thrusting them forward, he repeated this motion a few more times, listening to the sound his hips would make when they smacked against your skin.

You brought your leg around his hip, digging the heel of your foot into his ass, pushing him in deeper as he started to pick up the pace, his jaw going slack as you clenched around him.

The headboard was smacking against the wall, the shitty mattress squeaking beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The room was thick in the stench of sex, and two lovers in the middle of it all.

Joel’s groans entwined with your moans as he rammed into you. His fingers were holding onto your hip so tightly, you surely would have bruises in the morning.

“That’s it baby doll. Takin’ me so fuckin’ good. Always so good for me baby. Fuckin’ can stay buried in you all fuckin’ night. Drunk off this pretty little pussy. Drunk off you darlin’.” His words came out jagged, in between groans as he dipped his head down to capture your lips once more.

Your tongues tied, teeth clashing, senses on overdrive.

This is where you always wanted to be.

His thrusts grew sloppy, uncoordinated as he came close to hitting his high. In the midst of his peaking orgasm, Joel was always attentive to make sure you got there before him. So it came as no surprise when he had released your hip from his harsh grip, and brought his hand down between where your bodies were connected and rubbed his thumb against your clit.

“That’s it, pretty girl. So fuckin close. You gonna cum for me honey? C’mon, I’ve got you. You’re safe. C’mon baby, let go!”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you came around him, clenching around his thick cock as your thighs quivered, and shook. He came shortly after you, his body shuttering as his orgasm rippled through him. He groaned out your name, his own personal prayer as he came undone, collapsing into your arms in a sweaty heap.

You both laughed as you came to your senses. Your fingers were gently playing with his sweaty hair, his cheek was pressed against your chest, his eyes blissfully closed. He refused to move, even as he went soft inside of you, his cum dripping down your thighs. You both felt safe here in each other's arms.

“That’s the last time you’re gonna say no to playing spin the bottle with me, right?” You whispered, your eyes closed as you rested your chin against the top of his sweat soaked head.

He hummed, bringing his arms around you, holding you close. “Mmm. Never gonna say no to you again baby. Never again.”

He was too tired to move, you were spent as well, so it came natural for him to fall asleep inside of you. Notched together, bodies entwined, right where you both always wanted to be.

[henry7931]

Bet

Will:

The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.

But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.

We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.

The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.

“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.

I piped up and said, “how so?”

Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.

Jake and I laughed at him.

“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.

“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.

“Oh is that right?” says Jake.

“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.

“Sure,” says Tristan.

I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?

“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”

“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.

“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.

“How much are we betting on?”

“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”

Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.

Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”

After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.

So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.

My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.

I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.

I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.

The Next Morning:

I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.

I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.

I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.

Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.

But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.

“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.

“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.

“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”

“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.

One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.

“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.

“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.

I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.

“Heading your way!”

“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.

“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”

“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.

“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.

“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”

“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”

I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.

“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.

“What is?” says Jake out of breath.

“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”

“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.

I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…

I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.

I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”

I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.

I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”

I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.

“Shit!”

“What?” says Jake.

“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.

“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.

[dangermousie]

I was chatting about this with a mutual and it made me want to expand this because I've been thinking about this for a bit on and off.

I think the disconnect/arguments between people who watch/read books/shows/movies etc, label things as green flag/red flag and complain when there are "problematic" characters or "dynamics" - both in terms of the narratives and people who enjoy these narratives being targets and people who like me love some intense/fucked up/weird stuff is because these two groups of people approach fiction in two fundamentally different and incompatible ways.

The former view it as a sort of aspirational content or self-insert - they want to watch/read about people/lives/situations they would enjoy being in/with in real life. It's sort of a self-insert wish fulfillment, the way other people watch youtube channels about traveling the world or cooking or home decorating - you imagine yourself in this.

And I think this is where the disconnect comes in - because a decent chunk of them assume everyone else uses fiction for the same reason so if you enjoy e.g., watching a dysfunctional relationship or a bad dude/lady or some world set up that is nuts it's because you think this is all great in real world and that you want to be (or be with) with a problematic partner/in problematic situation and you think it's morally worthwhile.

To that former "aspirational" type of fiction consumer, fiction taste = morality.

But the disconnect is that for that latter "we like fucked up/dark/problematic/intense/whatever" group it's not really about aspiration or self-insert. People didn't love Hannibal because they secretly long to run off and cook humans in a stew. The fans of 2ha don't really want to kidnap their hot teacher and keep them as a sex slave in a palace. Harem dramas aren't popular because women are dying to poison and frame others to get to sleep with a fat old powerful megalomaniac. Most of consumers of mafia romances don't really think it's a great idea in real life to be taken against your will by a hot killer with abs who can't control himself around you and is great at forcing you into orgasms against your will.

That latter group (among which I find myself) likes all that stuff precisely because it's nothing they have or want to have in real life. It's a safe way to explore fantasies that would not be great in real life (I assure you most people who have noncon fantasies don't want to be raped in real life; also in real life no most people don't want to bang a buff but super murdery villain; fiction is a safe place in a way) but also to explore situations and interactions and characters you would never want to in real life from the safety of the page/screen. To use a very easy example - think of the large audience of action movies. I am pretty sure most fans of action franchises don't want to be in car crashes/insane chases/explosions/etc. Any more than roller coaster enthusiasts want to actually be thrown upside down for real or horror movie fans want to either chase someone with an axe or be chased with one. I myself love really intense situations in fiction, ones that push characters to their limits and sometimes beyond, but I cannot imagine anything less pleasant to go through in real life.

Unlike with the self-insert group, this is actually the very opposite. It's like a game of what-if, a glimpse into an alien world fascinating precisely because of its difference with my life. An exploration of aspects of life/relationships that one could never safely or happily do in one's life but are interesting at a safe fictional remove.

This is getting repetitive so I am going to stop but I really do wish more people would understand that enjoying X in fiction does not mean enjoying X in real life (or approving of X in general.) I mean, I love period epics but you'd pry antibiotics and rule of law out of my cold dead hands.

The moral panic over fiction reminds me both the old "video games make you into killers" panic of a few decades ago and the much older belief that reading novels would wreck morals of society especially by those weak women since the novels' (lack of) morality would warp them. Most people have brains and use them and can distinguish between fiction and reality. I wish people would accept that.

P.S. A corollary is conflation of morality/quality/enjoyment. By that I mean I wish more people would accept that moral message, quality, and enjoyment of work are all three separate things. You don't need to prove that some fictional piece is immoral and/or badly made to justify you not enjoying it. It can be well done and just not for you. And conversely, you do not need to prove a work having societal value or being high quality to justify enjoying it. It's fiction. Just enjoy it or don't.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

I really want the show to go into more detail about Husk's backstory as an overlord, partly because I feel like it's something the fandom is kinda glossing over and partly because it's lowkey one of the biggest obstacles that a Husk/Angel relationship would have into overcome.

'Loser Baby' emphasises the similarities between Angel and Husk's situations, but it also (probably deliberately, since Husk is the one leading it) brushes aside one of the most major differences between them.

Namely that when Husk tells Angel that he's not the only one who sold his soul, he's not just singing about himself.

Husk sold his soul to Alastor, yeah (or lost it at least, which amounts to the same thing), but he also traded in souls. He was that “psychopathic freak”, and was operating fro long enough to achieve Overlord status.

And, honestly? Having your soul owned by Husker back in the day probably sucked.

The one benefit of soul contracts for the person selling their soul is that they seem to get a fair amount of say in how the contract is written.

Angel's contract, for example, apparently has a clause stating that he's only under Valentino's jurisdiction when he's in the studio. (Which, btw, puts a whole other spin on why Val is so pissed when he moves out of studio accommodation and into the Hotel.) And Val is apparently bound to that. Even though he's pissed off and actively wants to put Angel in his place, he can't make any moves against him in the club.

Equally, since most overlords seem to be associated with a specific location/industry, you can generally choose who your working for and therefore roughly what kind of stuff you're gonna be doing.

In practice there seems to be a lot of manipulation and coercion going on on the part of the Overlords making these contracts— they're not fair by any means— but the sinners signing them are theoretically at least guaranteed the right to a (somewhat) informed choice and some control over the deals they make.

Having an Overlord who uses human souls to pay his gambling debts, however, completely undermines all that.

Imagine going into work for your job running the roulette games at the casino only to be told that the boss played a bad hand in a game with Valentino, and so you're a sex worker now.

Or being traded to someone who has you fighting turf wars for them, and realising that your contract doesn't have any clauses to protect your personal safety because you only signed up to be a bartender.

Or selling your soul for a job near your home and family so you can guarantee their protection, only to be traded to someone whose territory is on the other side of the pentagram.

Husk is a victim of his own addiction, yeah, which is one of the reasons why Angel relates to him. But his backstory implies that there must be a significant number of people out there who were also victims of Husk's addiction, and may not be as sympathetic. Dude basically owned other people as property (… we have a word for that) and then literally played games with their lives.

And like, I'm not saying he hasn't changed. He seems more empathetic on the show than his backstory would imply, and apart from anything else, he's had a pretty clear object lesson about what it's like to be on the receiving end of that sort of thing. (Ngl, I'm pretty sure one of the reasons Alastor keeps him around is because he's the type to find the irony amusing.)

But like, he's in this place where he can relate to Angel Dust's situation, while at the same time probably also being able to relate to Valentino and Alastor's perspectives (although I doubt he was quite as bad as Val to work for).

And I'm curious as to what would happen, later in the series, if the gang met someone who had sold their soul to Husk at one point. Someone who would also be able to relate to Angel's situation, but with Husk as their version of Valentino.

[rapunzelbro]

Imagine Vox getting flustered by their S/O

I wrote this but it formatted wrong so I made an individual one. MEGA MEGA thank you to @silverhetdanes for helping me with ideas. She’s my cowriter on some stuff when I run out of ideas pls give them a follow. This was a request!!

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Vox is never one to get flustered easily

Being dramatic as hell? Yes without a doubt. But flustered no

You and him met on your own terms with no contract even involved.

Dude just loved your presence and you worked with him with no sort of deal holding you hostage

Eventually hitting it off and you start dating

This means a lot more one of one time and meeting his other friends or associates whatever he refers to them as

Valentino lowkey tries to get you to make a deal with him to be one of his dancers but Vox gets soooo pissed you'll never forget the look at his face, well screen.

But how did he get flustered you may ask?

You were getting ready for your show and doing your makeup in your dressing room and Vox came in unexpectedly

You didn't have a shirt on or a bra

Bro gets so flustered because he has never seen you like this before??

He wanted to wait until you were comfortable before you two got there but holy shit

You look at him and think nothing of it

Vox.exe has stopped working

Dudes screen went full blown glitch mode?

Like you know the screen with the box that moves around trying to hit the corner?

That shows up followed by the 'screen of death' and bro starts overheating?? Hands sparking??

You quickly cover yourself and shut the door behind him trying to figure out how to help this flustered robot.

You trying to take his hands to calm him down like you usually do and getting burned not realizing how hot he was truly getting

“Shit!"

Hearing you say that pretty much shifts his focus on you helping him cool down

“s͛⦚h͛⦚i͛⦚t͛⦚ s͛⦚h͛⦚i͛⦚t͛⦚ a͛⦚r͛⦚e͛⦚ y͛⦚o͛⦚u͛⦚ o͛⦚k͛⦚a͛⦚y͛⦚”

Dudes voice glitching like hell but him focusing on you rather than what he saw helped him a ton

You calming him down saying how you weren't upset he saw you like that

“I just wanted to wait until you were ready"

"I've been ready just waiting for you V."

Dude honestly loves you so much and doesn't want to ruin the one good thing he has going for him

After your show he definitely takes you out somewhere nice to apologize

You two definitely make out and this time he doesn't over heat when he sees you undressed

[written-in-flowers]

Can't Get Enough: Jeongin x Male!Reader

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male!Reader | Side Pairings: OT8 x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff | Au: idol!verse, Idol!au

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Discovering a secret kink of Jeongin's, it ends up being the only thing you think about all day. Luckily for you, Jeongin can't stop thinking about it either.

Tags: polyamory, polycule, femboy!jeongin, semi-public sex, mutual masturbation, rough sex, spanking, sex toys, anal beads, anal sex, handjobs, voyeurism, filming stuff, dirty talk, thigh riding, cumming swallowing, cum eating, creampie, cumming inside, unprotected sex, top!reader, bottom!jeongin.

Disclaimer: This work is completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of Stray Kids in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Taglist: @belladonna6-6-6 @james-is-here @onementally-unstabel-kid @omg-lexiloveyou, (if you want to be tagged, just let me know <3)

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***

You truly hadn’t meant to walk in on him again. Seungmin told you the van would be picking you up soon, and you wanted to check on Jeongin. While Seungmin drank coffee and ate a small breakfast, you’d gone to his room just to see him. You never expected to find him like this.

“YN?”

You winced when he said your name. 

“YN, come on, dude. I know you’re there,” Jeongin giggled. 

Carefully, you opened his door and stood awkwardly in front of him. A plethora of explanations ran through your head. Everything in you tried ignoring the fact that Jeongin stood in nothing but a pair of cotton panties. White with a pink bow under the navel, they clung to his hips and shaped his ass nicely. He adjusted the panty lines in front of his mirror, fixing it on him as you walked in. Your eyes scanned over his fit body. You saw the lines of his collarbone and chest; he had a lightly defined abdomen that you’d seen tense in his orgasms. He was a jaw-dropping sight. You found it hard to look anywhere else; how could you when the vision of him brought on so many filthy images? As if the wood in your shorts wasn’t already becoming noticeable. 

“What do you think?” he teased, swishing his hips so you saw his ass shake slightly. 

“They look nice on you,” you saw, trying not to focus on how thin they were. “I, um…Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Changbin-hyung bought them for me,” he grinned, checking himself out in the mirror. “I wanted to wear them today.” 

“I didn’t know you wore girls’ underwear.”

“I don’t talk about it a lot. I like keeping it to myself,” he shrugged. “It’s a special little secret.”

“That the other members know about too, I’m sure.”

“And now you,” he looked at you in the mirror. You saw him contemplate something before he said, “They make me feel pretty. I like how they feel on my body.” 

“I never would’ve guessed this about you,” you admitted. “You’re usually so…conservative around others.”

“I don’t like being obvious about it,” he said. “I like to leave something to the imagination, you know? It’s sexy.” He turned around, breathtaking and effortlessly arousing. “I didn’t really dress in underwear that much until I joined the group. Chan really makes this a safe space for us to indulge in what we like.” He then asked, “Do you like femboys?”

“I like the idea of them,” you confessed. “I’ve seen a porno or two with a femboy in them. I never actually slept with anyone who liked that sort of thing though.”  

“Hm, good to know,” he said thoughtfully, then grabbed a pair of boxers. “I’m going to be playing a girl today, so I guess the underwear can help me get into character. Do you know what part you’re playing?”

“They mentioned something about being Jisung and Seungmin’s older brother?” you said, vaguely remembering the group text management sent about the SKZ Family episode you’d be doing today. “I’m still a bit fuzzy about it.” 

“Don’t worry, they’ll explain it better when we get there,” he laughed, sliding the boxers over the panties. 

You thought about it being a skirt instead of shorts. The thought of feeling up underneath Jeongin’s skirt turned you on more than it should. “What if I look stupid?”

“You won’t look stupid and if you do, then so do the rest of us because these things can get crazy. If anything, you’ll be the most normal one,” he laughed, pulling on his cargo shorts. “If you’re ever curious about panties, I don’t mind letting you borrow some of mine. I have this pair with little pandas on it that I think you’d like. Though,” he smirked, “They might be tight with that python between your legs.” 

“I’m not that big,” you laughed shyly. 

“Hyunjin says his guts haven’t been the same since you rearranged them on comeback night,” he sifted through shirts on his bed. “I hope you do the same to me sometime,” he winked at you, then had the nerve to blush and giggle about it. “Maybe after the shoot, I can wear the outfit home and we can make our own Chuseok tradition?”

“Jeongin,” your cheeks heated up at the thought of it, “Wow, um…”

“Like you aren’t thinking about it right now,” he laughed at your bashful face. He picked out a shirt and pulled it over his head. “I’m just saying,” he walked past you, “I wouldn’t say no, you little pervert.” He winked, and left the room.  

You stood stunned in his bedroom, unsure how to react to Jeongin’s secret. Simply knowing he wore women’s underwear under his boxers started a slew of dirty images. Walking out of the room, you went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water faucet. You forced thoughts of Jeongin sitting on your bed in a skirt out of your head. It’s something you didn’t consider until Jeongin wore those panties in front of you. You always held the belief that a person should be open minded when it came to sex. Unless a particular kink is a hard-stop/no-go for someone, trying new things doesn't hurt. You hadn’t lied when you said you dabbled in it through the internet, but you never slept with anyone who liked that kind of thing. It did leave you feeling conflicted: Jeongin isn’t a girl, yet you’re attracted to him in girls’ clothes. You’ve never liked women in a sexual or romantic way, even as a boy growing up. 

Perhaps you’d try it. 

Perhaps not. 

You finished your morning routine right when the van came to pick you up. The other members already inside, you, Seungmin and Jeongin took the back row. The grogginess of the morning lingered over the group. Hardly anyone spoke to each other, looking at their phones or listening to music on the way there. You had no idea how far your destination was, but you anticipated a long ride. As usual, your attention continuously fell on Chan, who sat in the seat diagonal to you. His hair a messy bed of curls, you knew when stylists finished with him, he’d have them straightened out. You preferred his natural curls. They must be so soft, slipping through your fingers easily. You liked how they fell in front sometimes, landing right over his eyebrows and above his lovely eyes. He’d mentioned getting a haircut soon, which you’d wanted to protest. Not before you’ve had a chance to tug on them. 

A text message pulled you from your thoughts, and you saw it was from Jeongin, who sat beside you. 

‘Could you be any more obvious about it? Lol’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Your crush on Chan.’ 

‘I don’t have a crush.’

‘Yeah, right. I bet you’d wear panties for him if he asked.’

‘No, I wouldn’t.’ You probably would, but you’d never say that out loud. ‘Don’t they bother you after a while?’

‘No. I wear comfy ones that fit me. Why? Worried they might not come off easy later? Hahahahaha’

You gazed out the window to avoid biting your lower lip. No, you won’t give in this time. Not so easily. They had not been kidding when they claimed to be a horny bunch. Just the other night, you overheard your roommates banging each other. The night before that, Seungmin brought Felix to the apartment and you heard them too. It left you a whimpering, needy mess every time, since they did nothing to hide it from you. You knew you could join without question, but you enjoyed listening. Your imagination cooked up such lovely images from the sounds alone. Jeongin’s whining moans coming through the walls made you think of him bent over again, clutching his sheets and eyes squeezed shut; the banging headboard had you picturing how hard Seungmin was going. Felix’s low, throaty groans mingling with Seungmin’s higher ones brought on pictures of the lithe blond riding him. Why join when you can lay in bed, dick in hand, listening instead? 

‘Did you get rid of it?’ Jeongin’s next message read. 

‘Get rid of what?’

‘Your wood from earlier. I didn’t want to say anything and make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘I just splashed some cold water on myself. It usually does the trick.’ 

‘Shame. This ride would’ve gone by faster. I can’t stop thinking about what it looked like poking through your shorts. Not too hard, but enough to slide in my mouth.’

You gulped and kept staring out the window. 

‘Dirty talk turns you on, huh? It’s like your dick is voice activated lmao’

‘It’s not.’

‘All the times you’ve listened to Seungmin-hyung and I having sex says something else. Do you like just watching and listening?’

‘Sometimes.’ 

‘You and Chan-hyung really are compatible then lol he likes watching too.’ Another message then read, ‘Would you like to watch me jerk off later? I can wear a skirt and these thigh-high socks I have. I promise you’ll enjoy it.’ 

You tried covering your boner with your bag. You really should play harder to get, but how can you when they tease you so effortlessly? A lump formed in the base of your throat picturing Jeongin in that exact position. With shaky fingers, you typed back a message. 

‘Would you use toys?’ 

In the corner of your eye, you saw Jeongin smile. ‘If you want. I have a few you can choose from.’ He then added, ‘I like using these beads Seungmin-hyung bought me once. They vibrate and I can take it all the way to the end. You can put them in my ass and use the remote. It feels so good stroking myself while they’re buzzing in my ass.’ He let out a small giggle, ‘You’re hard, aren’t you?’ 

‘No,’ you wrote back, but did not appear very convincing. 

‘I am. I’ve been horny for a bit, but couldn’t do much about it before. We can fix our situations together. I’d like to see you stroke that snake in your boxers.’ 

‘It’s not that big. I don’t know who started that. Besides, it’d be hard to get away with so many people around.’ 

‘A little risk is always fun.’

You coughed softly when you turned to see Jeongin with a hoodie over his lap. Seungmin had fallen back asleep, head against the window, and everyone else stared forward. Slowly, Jeongin pulled his zipper down over the bump pushing against it, and stuck his hand inside. You gulped the saliva forming in your mouth when he withdrew his cock, the length growing harder the longer he touched himself. Jeongin, completely silent, focused on his hand as he stroked. You took in the shape and length of him. It reminded you of comeback night, when you saw it swinging in time with Changbin’s thrusts. You pictured it's done the same the past two times you’ve overheard him. The restraint Jeongin put on himself had him shaking in his seat. You could tell he wanted to writhe and push his hips forward; you knew he wanted to lean his head back, moan out into the air. It’d be such a pretty sight. 

‘Your dick is really nice,’ you wrote to him, seeing the chat still open on his phone. The device shook in his hand, but he read it easily enough. ‘I bet it looks even nicer when it’s lubed up in your hand and you have those beads inside. I could cum thinking about that alone.’ 

Jeongin mouthed out a soft ‘fuck’ and moved faster. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Underneath your bag, you pulled down your sweatpants to show him your own package. He melted in his seat at your erection, mouth open as if asking for it to be in his mouth. The two of you sat there in the van, jerking off next to one another, content to watch each other instead of touching. You kept looking at the wet cock in Jeongin’s hand, precum slipping through his fingers easily as it squeezed tightly. You thought about all the things you could do to Jeongin now and later. The desperation hit you out of nowhere, this orgasm punching you in the gut as you came all over your hand. Jeongin’s climax came after yours, his free hand trembling with his phone pressing into his knee. Thin, translucent streaks spilled onto his slender fingers when he squeezed around it. 

You had no idea how you planned to clean yourself off before Jeongin handed you a tissue packet. He gave you a cheeky smile through deep breaths, and began carefully wiping himself down. You copied him, deciding to stuff the remains in your bag and deal with them later. 

‘I feel so much better,’ Jeongin wrote to you, clearly in a haze of calmness after his orgasm. ‘Don’t you?’

‘Yeah. Much better.’ 

When the van pulled up to a house, everyone climbed out and headed inside. Walking on wobbly legs, you did your best to appear normal. Somehow, Jeongin had no problem with this. All he did was kiss your cheek, then follow everyone inside. The Chuseok special would be a SKZ Family episode. You’d gotten familiar with the concept by watching the previous episodes, but you knew you’d be thrown into the mix now. 

“You’re Han and Seungmin’s older brother,” the producer told you as you got into your makeup chair. “The successful one who doesn’t come to family gatherings because he’s busy, but still sends his parents gifts every holiday.”

“So a bad son who thinks he can make up for his absence with gifts?” you guessed, earning laughs from the other members. 

“Exactly,” he said. “What we want you to do is be the cool older ladies man. You know, flirting with the female family members, being close to them, etc, even despite what your brothers tell you.”

“Gosh, I sound awful,” you chuckled, sitting still as the stylist fixed the makeup. “I don’t know if I can make that work,” you said. “I suck at flirting, and being cool.”

“You’ll pull it off,” Minho insisted from his chair beside you. The stylist had put him in a long brown wig and women’s hanbok, and was now working on his makeup like you. “You’re always so nice. Every nice guy has a bad guy inside them somewhere. Channel that guy.”

“Think of the cool guys in dramas,” said Jeongin, who also wore a long black wig with purple highlights. “Be like them.” 

“I guess I can try.”

“We’ll help you,” he said. “Once you put on your costume, you’ll get into character easier. 

“Remember when we did our office skit?” Minho asked. “You said you’d be a terrible office employee, and then we put you in that sexy suit and suddenly you’re not our little newbie anymore,” he reached over to pinch your cheek, laughing when you swatted him away. “You were our sexy office boy.” 

You supposed they were right. The costume chosen for you happened to be a button shirt underneath a black leather jacket. With the sunglasses you’d be wearing on your head, you’re meant to be the cool uncle ladies love. You’d been standing in front of the mirror, checking out the jacket again, as Jeongin came up beside you. You’ll admit the outfit the stylist chose for him might be considered risky by censor standards. A pleated beige skirt exposed his smooth, slender legs and hugged his petite hips. It was long enough to cover his boxers if he bent down, but you knew under those boxers he wore girls’ underwear. 

“Stays are going to love you like this,” he told you, looking at you in the mirror. “They already make so many thirst edits about you.”

“Oh gosh,” you laughed, “They do?”

“Loads,” he nodded. “Now you’re gonna be strutting around in a black jacket looking all cool and smooth. It’ll kill them.”

“I’m neither cool nor smooth.”

“I think you are,” he said. “You definitely can flirt when you try,” he nudged you with a wink, “But, that usually leads to sex and I don’t think this is a sexual setting this time.”

“I hope not,” you giggled.

“What do you think of the skirt? It’s not too short, is it?” he asked you, swishing it around in the mirror to test it. “I didn’t think they’d put me in a skirt. They normally stick us in long skirts or pants.”

“Maybe they thought it’d complete your look,” you guessed. “You’re supposed to be like the hot younger sister, right?”

“Just the younger sister,” he laughed. “I didn’t realize I was meant to be the hot one.”

“I’d think you were.” 

Producers called you all to the set, and you all made your way through the house to the living room. “I can wear it for you later,” he said once you reached the room, “If you want?”

“I’m…I’m not so sure about that right now.”

“That’s okay,” he said with sincerity. “We can always just have normal sex, if that’s what we end up doing later.” He stepped up to you, touching the zipper of your jacket, “You do know we don’t have to have sex every time you hang out with one of us. Sure, it comes up, but I’d never force you to do things you don’t want. Consent is hot.” 

“Knowing how horny I get around you guys,” you laughed, “It’ll end up happening anyways.” 

“To be fair, we’re pretty horny around you too,” he followed the zipper to your waist. “But, I want you to know it doesn’t have to happen. I like hanging out with you as friends too.” 

Filming began before you could say anything else. They did everyone in pairs first to introduce the different characters. You sat between Jeongin and Changbin, both of them playing the Gen Z sister and the high school jock who is in love with her. It was hard to ignore Jeongin’s legs in the skirt. The soft muscles of his thighs were covered until he crossed his legs, then the fabric fell past his knees. You pictured them in high socks, hugging his thighs and smoothing out his legs. 

“Ah, you’re not gonna get any girls acting desperate like that,” you groaned when Changbin made another flirty attempt. “That was your dad’s problem too.”

“My dad married the prettiest woman in the world,” Changbin defended. “He can’t be that bad.” 

“She married him out of pity,” you replied, arms crossed. “She would’ve married me, but,” you looked over at Jeongin with flirty eyes, “I like to wander.”

The two of them gawked at your words, then bursting into laughter as the scene ended. “Wow,” Jeongin laughed, flipping hair over his shoulder, “I can’t believe you said that!”

“Mr. I’m-Not-Smooth is smooth,” Changbin cackled. 

The other members did their own scenes together before the group shots finally happened. The producers told you that you’d be showing up a minute or two after everyone settled in, playing into your part. So, you stood to the side as the members set up the scene for the audience. You covered your mouth when you laughed at how they all interacted as their characters. It was common for Kpop groups to have variety shows for fans to watch, but Stray Kids’ show was actually entertaining to you. Once everyone sat down and was settled, starting to talk about what their characters had been up to, the producer gave you your cue.

“Hello, everyone,” you said in a cool casual tone, holding the two small gift bags they’d given you as props.

“Ugh, this guy,” scoffed Han. “You’re late.”

“I had stuff to do,” you shrugged. You then eyed Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin, all dressed as women. “Chuseok really is a season of blessings. I’ve never seen so many beautiful ladies in one place,” you said with a wink. Hyunjin, Minho and Jeongin all pretended to blush, giggling at your comment.

“What a lie,” Seungmin said, “You see ladies everywhere all the time.”

“Not like the ones here,” you said.

“What’s with the gifts?” Han nodded at the bags.

“They’re for our parents, obviously.”

“They’re not here, genius,” Han replied a bit angrily, meant to be the jealous younger brother. “They went away. They went to a water park.”

“Oh right,” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “They told me they’d be using the water park tickets I bought them.”

“What?” Seungmin asked, wide-eyed. “You bought those tickets?!”

“Uncle, can you buy me water park tickets?” Felix asked, dressed as a girl in a hanbok meant to be three-years-old.

“Me too!” said Chan from his seat at the coffee table, dressed in overalls like a five-year-old. “Uncle, buy them for me!”

“No, for me!”

“No, me!”

“Uncle will buy you both tickets,” you said, putting the bags down and fixing your jacket.

“What a good son and uncle,” Minho complimented, playing with the end of his hair. “My husband should be more like you.”

“Do we get tickets too? We are their mothers, after all,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft smile and heart eyes.

“As long as you wear the appropriate attire,” you walked past them to sit between Changbin and Jeongin. This comment made all the men groan in disbelief, and the women giggle once again.

“There’s kids here, you know,” said Han, gesturing to Chan and Felix. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Talk like what? I’m only saying you have to go to a water park in the right clothes!” you said, trying not to laugh.

“He was like that when he was young too!” said Seungmin, pointing at you and looking at Han. “He had a different girlfriend every week!”

“What a player!” Changbin shook his head.

“You three could take a few pointers from me,” you told them.

“I’m a married man!” Han said, doing his best not to laugh. 

“And how that happened escapes me.” 

“Since it’s been a while since we’ve gathered and we have some new people-some more welcomed than others-” Han added quickly, which you scoffed at, “Let’s have them introduce themselves first.”

Jeongin went first at Minho’s behest. As he introduced his character, Changbin stood behind him making more flirty comments. You took your chance:

“You live in the U.S.?” 

“I do,” he said, flipping hair over his shoulder and smiling. 

“I go there a lot because I have hotels there-”

“-Ugh, here he goes again, Mr. Hotel-” commented Seungmin, rolling his eyes. 

“-We should meet up when we go back.” 

“Stop flirting with my woman!” Changbin cried out, earning more laughter from the others. 

“I’m not your woman,” Jeongin laughed, cheeks a soft pink. “Get away, I don’t like younger guys,” he said, pushing Changbin. 

“You like older guys, huh?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he answered, nodding and winking at you. 

Changbin went next. You saw another chance when Hyunjin mentioned Changbin wearing a Manchester United team shirt. He claimed to be a Tottenham fan and how they’d beat Manchester United in the last game until Jeongin said:

“So I was really angry.”

“Why?” asked Changbin. 

“Because I’m an MU fan,” he said, playing with his ends. 

At this, Changbin suddenly changed his mind and flashed the sports team’s logo. You said to Jeongin, “You like MU?”

“I do,” he smiled at you. 

“I can get us tickets to a game,” you said, making it up on the spot. “I know some of the players too.” 

“Oh my god, really?” he chuckled, amazed by your boldness. “I’d really like that.” 

“We get it, you’re rich,” said Han, playing up his annoyed jealous brother character well.

“You go up next since you’ve got so much to say,” Seungmin said, motioning to the chair. The two of them scoffed and shook their heads as you strutted past them.

“Hello, I’m YN,” you said once on the chair. “I am Han and Seungmin’s brother, which makes me Hyunjin and Lee Know’s brother-in-law, but,” you smirked, “That title can always change.”

“Wow,” Han elongated the word, “You’re too bold, hyung! Too bold!”

“You own hotels right?” Minho asked, leaning forward and grinning. “All over the world?”

“I do,” you said, fixing your sunglasses on your head. “These two were wasting their time doing whatever it is they do, while I was trying to be successful to take care of my parents in their old age.”

“Psh, whatever,” said Han, crossing his arms and trying not to laugh.

“But, my parents aren’t the only people I can take care of,” you winked at the three “women”. “What are you three doing after this? I know a place.”

“We’ll do whatever you’re doing,” said Hyunjin, giving a soft dreamy sigh.

“Then we’re going to have lots of fun-” 

“-Go sit,” said Han, pointing back to your seat. “Go. You’re finished. This guy…flirting with our wives in front of us.”

“We’re getting divorced,” Minho told you, gesturing to Seungmin and himself. “I thought you should know that.” 

“He shares his love with other women,” said Hyunjin, patting Han’s shoulder.

“You can share your love with-”

“-There are children in the room! Yongbok,” Han looked at Felix, “Go introduce yourself.”

“Yes, yes, honey, go introduce yourself in English,” Minho urged.

Felix sat on the stool and did as instructed, playing the sweet three-year-old that made everyone awe. Then Minho asked him, “Yongbokie, who is your favorite uncle? Uncle Han or Uncle YN?”

“Uncle YN!” Felix smiled excitedly, which made Han groan. “He buys me lots of things and says I’m his favorite.”

“That’s how he wins peoples’ love,” argued Seungmin. “Guy never comes around here, and thinks he can buy nice things for people…”

“No, I’m Uncle YN’s favorite,” argued Chan, who pouted. “Uncle, tell her I’m your favorite.”

“Ah, Channie, you’re my favorite nephew and Yongbokie’s my favorite niece. It’s two different things,” you patted his head as you spoke in a gentle voice.

“Hey, I’m your nephew too!” said Changbin, “And you never give me pocket money or anything.”

“You try too hard,” you answered.

This answer startled Changbin, who looked to the staff behind the camera. “I can get you guys nice things too,” you said to Hyunjin and Minho. “Pretty moms deserve pretty gifts, right?”

“Hey, hey, that’s my wife,” said Han again, trying not to laugh. “You got her right there,” he pointed to Jeongin, “You don’t need my wife. Flirt with her.” 

“Why have one when I can have all three?” you asked with a challenge, stunning the entire room.

“Seungmin!” Han turned to him, “You can go next.”

Seungmin introduced his character, mentioning that he and Minho are getting divorced. You sat quietly for a while, too entertained with what was happening. Your next chance came when Han took the seat, and the running gag of him being unfaithful to Hyunjin came up again. He then said to Minho.

“Lee Know, don’t tell them we met yesterday,” the comment made everyone pause.

“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin bent over and touched your knee, “I’ve met somebody too.”

“Him?!”

“I’m not complaining,” you said. “I always said she should’ve married me.”

“Wow, you guys are really doing this in front of the kids,” said Jeongin, laughing.

“We can always take this somewhere-” you began, playing with the ends of his wig. 

“-Uncle, play the guitar!” said Chan in his child-like voice to Han.

“The guitar?”

“Guitar! Guitar! Guitar!”

Han played a pitiful apology song, and you said to Hyunjin, “You fell for this guy?”

“It was pitiful and beautiful.” 

“Just like his life.”

Filming ended with the nine of you playing games for bragging rights. As you started changing back into your regular clothes, the members couldn't stop themselves from messing with you. 

“‘Why have one when I can have them all?’!” Changbin cackled, “That was the best line!” 

“This guy is bold!” said Han from the front seats, laughing in surprise. “I almost wanted to hit him. He's too good.”

“If music doesn’t work out, hyung, you can be an actor,” said Jeongin, who sat beside you again. “He actually had me blushing!” 

“Me too!” Hyunjin agreed. “I fell in love with him.” 

“You were so cool, hyung,” Jeongin told you, though you heard something else in his voice. “I almost believed you knew MU players and owned nice hotels.”

“I just improvised,” you shrugged, “I thought Stays might like it.”

“They’re definitely going to,” he said. “You could’ve been anything and your fans would love it.”

You finished getting dressed, and went back into the van. Everyone, exhausted from the shoot, either fell asleep or sunk into their own worlds with music. You had been focused on your phone when something warm touched your knee. 

“You really did well today. I really enjoyed the performance you put on for everyone,” Jeongin said in your ear, hand on your knee. “I like the idea of Han’s cool older brother pounding Lee Know’s sister into his mattress.”

“Is this a hint of what you might want later?” you asked. 

“I won’t say no, if you asked,” he replied, fingers tracing circles on your inner knee. The delicate touch made you shudder. “Guys like you drive me crazy.”

“Guys like me?”

“Hot guys with bodies like yours,” he said, sliding his hand up your thigh. “The kind of guys who are strong enough to pin me down and have their way with me,” he gripped your inner thigh gently, “The kind who fuck me however they want…who make me take every inch of their dick whether it’s in my mouth or my ass. When I saw you fucking Hyunjin, I wish I’d been next.” 

“Jeongin,” you let out a soft laugh, “We just did it on the way over here.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he giggled. “I’m only touching. Besides, I don’t want another minibus quickie. I want the full thing when you finally fuck me.” He brushed his lips against your ear as he said, “And don’t worry about being gentle.”

He gave your dick another soft squeeze before letting go completely. You knew you should not give into him so easily. You joined Stray Kids for more than their hot bodies and insatiable sexual appetites. You supposed it might be all the repressed urges you’d felt over the years; the only times you engaged in sex with men was with Jihwan. Since then, you kept your needs to your bedroom late at night. Having a group of men who showed a definite eagerness to touch you sounded too good to pass up. Also, knowing said men enjoyed taking things much farther than basic vanilla made you want it more.  But, you did think about the softer moments as you enjoyed the ride home.

Going shopping with Hyunjin, trying on new clothes and modeling them for one another.

Gaming with Felix whether on Playstation or on your computers at home.

Working out Changbin, who really did make you like lifting weights without having to rail you in the shower afterwards.

Dance practice with Minho, enjoying the music and learning new moves from him; driving around late at night with Han, singing songs at the top of your lungs before parking near the river for long discussions. You liked going to batting ranges with Seungmin, who taught you about baseball and how to swing a bat properly. You visited new parts of town with Jeongin, enjoying each other’s company like friends always do. 

But, your favorite was without a doubt late night walks with Chan. You smiled softly thinking about walking beside him on the streets of Seoul, talking and enjoying the life of the city. He always made you feel so at ease. You could talk about anything with him. Chan became a safe space for you to talk about anything. Yes, you felt the same with the other members, but Chan always stood out no matter what. You thought of every single time you wished he’d kiss you or that you had the courage to kiss him. 

Night time fell by the time you and Jeongin returned home. Seungmin said he’d be spending the night at Felix’s dorm. You carried the suspicion Jeongin mentioned what might happen tonight and Seungmin decided to give you both space. Not that you minded. You didn’t know if you’d be able to handle two lovers right now. 

“Movie?” Jeongin suggested when you entered the dorm, remove your shoes and settle in at home. “I have some saved in my watch list that we can pick from in my room.”

“Fine by me,” you nodded.

The anticipation bubbled in your stomach. When you both settled on his bed, bowl of snacks and two drinks beside you, Jeongin’s body suddenly became real. His weight, his warmth and figure became more apparent than before. A faint scent of the day lingered on him still, and you inhaled it deeper than you intended. . The movie played on, a comedy you’d both meant to watch but never found the time, and you kept thinking about touching him. He’d cuddled close to you, head on your chest and arm draped over your middle, and you wrapped an arm around him. Having him snuggled to your side, hair close to your nose and his ass inches from your hand made it hard to focus on the film at times. 

“That was actually pretty good,” Jeongin said once the movie ended. “I thought it’d be crap, but I liked it.”

“I liked it too,” you told him. In the dim lights from the lamps nearby gave him a soft glow. He’d pulled on a large hoodie and shorts that made him look so comfy. It didn’t help that he changed into a large hoodie and black knee high socks, claiming to feel a chill. “There’s a show I’ve been meaning to check out,” you said, “We can watch the first episode to see if we like it. If it’s shit, then we can just, you know, watch something else.”

“Or do something else.”

His low voice enticed that stirring in your gut. He ran his hand up your chest, feeling between your pecs before bending for a kiss. Half of his body on top of yours, he straddled your thigh and leg. Your lips caressed his slowly, tongues easily rolling around one another. All the arousal from earlier gradually crawled itself down your body to your center, where you felt Jeongin’s thigh lightly brushing you. How could you resist such a willing beauty? Jeongin had a special kind of softness that appealed to the horny demon inside you. Before today, you’d thought about what it’d be like to corrupt that innocence. Yet, you enjoyed the secret kinky boy behind the shy smiles even more. 

Lifting his thigh over your waist, you slid your hand under the pant leg to caress his thigh while he began grinding into you. You groaned together when he slipped his hand under your shirt, bare fingers touching your naked skin in light circles. Your mind memorized the patterns his fingers made towards your nipple, where they circled lightly to tease you.

“God, you’re so hot,” Jeongin chuckled against your lips, kissing you a few more times. “I don’t know how you’re not getting fucked every day.”

“I don’t know either to be honest,” you admitted, sliding your hand up his thigh to his ass. Through the thin shorts, you felt the line of his panties. “That's all I want to do lately.” 

“I personally like scattering it around,” Jeongin said, grinding into your thigh. “If you do it too much, you get bored and you’re never excited for it. And trust me,” he pinched your nipple softly, “I want you to be very excited for me every time.”

“I can’t help but be excited,” you said, going back to kissing him. “You feel so good against me like this. I couldn’t stop thinking about it during the movie,” you gave his ass a soft squeeze. “Ever since we jerked off together on the bus, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Jeongin kept pushing against your leg, whimpering faintly as he grew harder. His lips left yours to go down your jaw to your throat. He took a bit of the flesh in his mouth for a soft suck that added to the pleasure boiling inside you. Your hands slipped underneath his hoodie to his back, sliding up the spine to his shoulders and then back down to his shorts. Jeongin didn’t say anything as you started peeling them off to reveal the white cotton panties underneath. You pulled the cheeks as far as they could go, then started kneading his soft ass. They nearly fit in your hands, which only made it easier to squeeze as you guided him along your thigh. Jeongin then moved from your neck to your chest, kissing and sucking your bare chest in between soft moans. You started returning the favor by kissing up his neck to his ear when he came back up to you. He moaned once you sucked the spot underneath his earlobe.

“Hyung,” he said, pushing his ass into your hands, “I’m getting so fucking horny.”

“I know,” you replied, giving his ass a light tap. “That’s because you’re a slut who's horny all the time, right?”

Jeongin giggled in surprise, “I am for you. Can’t you tell?” he emphasized this by whirling around on your thigh, eyes shutting for a brief moment. “Can’t you tell how horny you make me by doing almost nothing at all?”

“Maybe you should show me,” you suggested. “Take these off,” you tugged at the waistband still around his hamstrings, “And let me see.”

Jeongin shifted around to remove them, and you groaned at the sight in front of you. In an oversized black hoodie, you could still see the cute underwear Changbin bought for him underneath the bottom hem. It hugged around his hips and thighs nicely, but this time they appeared a bit tighter. Through the white material, you saw his cock start pushing against it. Jeongin stayed straddling your thigh as you felt up and down his body. You felt the shape of his torso with one hand, the slim waist that led to his hips and thighs. He didn’t work out loads like Changbin or Chan, but he kept himself fit. It amazed you that all those sleeves and jackets and hoodies covered the gorgeous body from the world. No wonder Stays lost their minds when he wore tank tops. He removed his hoodie next, giving you access to his stomach and chest. In nothing his panties and socks made you even harder. A light pink spread across his cheeks as you admired his body.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, trailing your fingers to the little satin bow of his panties. “You look so innocent and cute like this.”

“Hyung…”

“Like the pretty girl you dressed up like today,” you tugged on the waistband, but did not pull it down. Not yet. You saw the wet spot near his tip, and you dragged the tip of your finger over it. Jeongin shivered at the singular digit moving around the hardening head and shaft. “You pretended to be so cute and shy when I flirted with you…I wanted to bend you over the ottoman and pound you into it.”

“You can do that to me anytime,” he gasped, starting to ride your thigh again. “Any-Anytime you want.” You felt his balls drag along your thigh, making him more sensitive and aroused. You continued rubbing your thumb over the tip as if you didn’t notice this. “I love be-being used like a toy. I want to-to be your toy, hyung.”

“My toy? Just for me?” you teased, softly running your fingertip side to side.

“Yes.”

“And you’ll do anything I want?”

“Yes.”

“Lay down for me then.”

On his back, Jeongin instantly spread his thighs to show you exactly how much you affected him. Starting at his knee, you placed gentle kisses down his inner thigh to his center. Jeongin whimpered as you started kissing up his cock through his underwear. Licking the dry material, it became wet from your saliva and his precum mixing together at the top. The sounds the maknae let out made a tent in your shorts, and you felt tempted to touch it while you kissed and licked him. But, you refrained, planning to save it for later.

“Where are your toys, baby?” you asked, pulling the side to kiss close to his crotch.

“Drawer.”

You reached into the indicated drawer and found a string of white anal beads attached to a small remote. “These are nice,” you said, weighing them in your hand, “And you’ll look so pretty with them inside you.”

The thought made Jeongin quiver under you. You pulled the panties down just underneath the tip and gave it a soft lick. While you continued giving it gentle licks, you turned on the beads. The buzzing sound made Jeongin’s thighs clench. You started by lightly trailing the toy from his ballsack below to the tip you were busy teasing. When you left the head to kiss along his hips, you started rubbing him with the string. You kept it on the softest setting as you took him out. Jeongin’s moans became louder when the vibrating balls touched the smooth flesh. You wrapped it around his length, smirking when his cock twitched at the new sensation, and kissed up his body. In the drawer, you fished around to find a small bottle of lube. You dripped a little bit over one nipple, using the slipperiness to tease it until it tightened. This aroused Jeongin even more, and you grew harder at his pitiful whining and whimpering for you. You knelt between his thighs, rubbing more lubricant onto his hard nipples while you watched him give into his pleasure.

“Hyung,” he huffed, back bending as the beads shifted around his dick, “Hyung, please fuck me already. I want you deep inside me, please.”

“Not yet,” you replied, hands sliding down to his hips and thighs, “I want to play with my toy for a while. Especially when you’ve been teasing me all day.”

You suddenly turned off the beads, smiling when Jeongin wriggled around in frustration. Bending down, you pulled the panties aside to let his balls drop out of them. Gradually stroking him, you took one of his balls into your mouth. You licked around the hard stone in your mouth, sucking very softly to avoid hurting him too much. Jeongin sounded so sweet whining at your touch; you looked up at him to see him completely lost in bliss. Eyes closed and lips parted, you saw the desperation and frustration building up inside him. He knows you won’t let him cum. He doesn’t know how, but he does. You saw his body constrict when you slid his panties up to his knees, and lifted them to his stomach. Your dick throbbed at the sight of his smooth ass hole in front of you, clenching for something to hold onto. Jeongin gripped the sheets as you left his balls to lick around his hole instead.

“I told you I wanted to see these beads inside you,” you said, spreading lube and spit on it. Using the smallest beads to spread it around, you saw him shiver once more. “You can put on a little show for me while I get myself ready for you.”

“Oh god, yes,” he moaned. “Put them inside me, hyung. I want to be a good toy for you.”

“How sweet,” you grinned, pushing the bead to his wet hole.

You kept it gentle for the moment. You savored each moan Jeongin let out when you pushed a new bead through. The sight of him spread out in his panties still, his cock rock hard and white beads filling his ass was hard to look away from. You groaned seeing his hole stretch around each ball, then sucking it into him from your hand. He whined whenever you tugged one out of him to then put it back in. You made the picture prettier when you took off the panties to stick in his mouth. The wet part in his mouth, Jeongin would’ve tasted himself on his tongue from the new gag. It was when you put the last and largest beads inside that the youngest member truly let go.

“Touch yourself for me,” you instructed, holding the remote in your hand but not turning them on.

Jeongin instantly grabbed himself to start pumping it. You took in how his cock glistened with precum and the lubricant you’d dribbled onto it. His body tensed whenever he felt a particularly good spark of pleasure, causing him to chase it down with fast strokes. You finally turned up the pleasure by turning the beads to the lowest setting. The loud buzzing came out of him, and he couldn’t control himself anymore. You took hold of your own cock, starting to stroke and imagine what his tight ass will feel like around you. Like on the bus, you just watched Jeongin lose himself in the feeling. Occasionally, you used your free hand to rub around the string sticking out of him. You managed to keep control of yourself until Jeongin grabbed you with his free hand. He coated you in the precum dripping out of your tip, and the tiny bit of desperation you’d held back came out in the form of you fucking into his hand. He kept his hand tight, squeezing particularly hard when you reached the head, as you used his hand.

“Such a good toy,” you groaned, pulsating in his pretty fingers. “A good slutty toy…” you groaned when he gave a firm squeeze and moaned through his gag. “I think you deserve a little reward,” you said, which excited Jeongin. 

Carefully, you removed the beads and rolled them around his sensitive cock. This had Jeongin shuddering and writhing on the bed, desperation in his eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, you took a moment to look at him. You never imagined him in this position, and it made you hungry for him. 

“I need you so damn bad,” you said in his ear, kissing his neck as you grinded into the vibrating toy. “I need my little toy right now.”

“Take it!” he said through his cloth gag, the clothing muffling his words just enough. “Fuck me!” 

You buried yourself in Jeongin without hesitation. Arms underneath his shoulders, keeping him pinned down, you did as Jeongin wished. Your hips slammed into his in a steady rhythm, balls smacking the curves of his ass each time. His body tightened around you like a sleeve that squeezed your cock in every thrust. You didn’t tease him by withdrawing or rubbing on him. Just like Jeongin, you couldn’t handle teasing anymore. You knelt up, holding him down by the hips, and changed your angle to go deeper. Jeongin’s eyes rolled back and his head pushed into the pillow. His hands wrapped around your forearms, nails digging into the flesh as he tried keeping himself still. 

You flipped Jeongin around like a rag doll, and he did nothing to fight back. By the time you had him bent over the edge of the bed, smacking his ass and tugging on his hair, the both of you were senseless. You saw the places where he’d begun bruising, and the spots you’d scratched when he rode you hard. Soon, your dick became far too sensitive to stop and change positions. Pushing Jeongin’s face into the bed, you chase down your orgasm until you caved into your ecstasy. Thick white cum shot deep into Jeongin’s ass, turning into white cream as you continued pumping in and out of him. The maknae didn’t stop you from cumming in him. He cried loudly, feeling you filling him up in each thrust, knowing your cum would be dripping down his balls and thighs when you finished. 

“On your back,” you breathed, withdrawing and rolling him onto his back. “You’re gonna cum all over yourself,” you said hurriedly. Jeongin could only muffle his reply as you went back into him. Stroking him quickly, you saw his body react to the sensitivity you played with. “Be a good toy and cum for me, okay? Don’t you want to be my obedient little doll and do what I want? Hm?” 

It took the vibrating beads on his tip for several streams of white to fall across his chest and stomach. You tore the panties from his mouth to hear him crying out your name. More cum shot onto Jeongin, much more than you anticipated, and you drooled at the small pool on his lower stomach. You wiped up some and pushed your fingers into his mouth, groaning as he sucked his own cum off them. When you felt him starting to come down, you reached for your phone on the end table. Jeongin continued sucking your fingers as you took a photo of him underneath you, messy and eating his own cum. 

“Send it,” he said, swiping more from his chest and posing for another picture. “They’ll love it.”

“Oh, well,” you took a deep breath, “I was going to just keep it for myself. I didn’t know if you’d want me to share it with the others.”

“They always share pictures and videos of me when they take their phones out,” he dismissed, sitting up and kissing up your stomach to your chest. “Chan-hyung will really like it. He loves seeing me covered like this. He’d like to see you covered too next time.” 

With his permission, you sent the photo into the group chat. Considering the hour, you didn’t expect anyone to respond right away. You and Jeongin took a lazy shower together, kissing and talking softly underneath the warm water. The temptation to do it again with so much lathering and scrubbing came over you, but Jeongin still felt too sensitive. Overstimulation, he said, wasn’t his favorite thing. When you both came back, you saw you each had more messages than you expected. 

‘HOLY FUCK! 🤤 CAN I GO NEXT???!!!’

‘Baby bread with a nice creamy glaze. Wish I could lick all that off him 😋’

‘If I’d known you’d completely wreck him, I would’ve stayed home.’ 

‘Damn, YN, what did you do? Lol They’re going to have a hard time covering up those marks.’

‘Too bad I wasn’t there, then you’d both be fucked out messes.’ 

“Told you they’d like it,” Jeongin said as you dabbed his scratches with disinfectant. “Maybe next time we can film the whole thing?” he suggested, looking at you over his shoulder, “Channie-hyung would really like that.”

“Wouldn't you like it too?”

“Of course, but if you want Chan to see how good you fuck-”

“-I don't care if he sees-”

“-Yeah, I know,” he giggled, then winced when the alcohol pad stung. “You should just tell him how you feel. Even if he ends up not feeling the same, at least you'll know if he does or not.”

“There's nothing to tell.” You finished cleaning him up, tossing out the small white pads, and kissed him softly. “Hungry? Thirsty?”

“I can go for a drink. We still have snacks here somewhere.”

“Alright, be right back.”

You pulled on your boxers and left the bedroom. Memories of what just happened filled your brain, and you couldn't believe you'd actually done that. The possibility of a second time made you more excited. You'd grabbed two water bottles when your phone buzzed again. Your heart leapt when you saw a message from Felix. A photo of him laying on his stomach, holding a pillow came first, his big eyes radiating innocence. 

‘Will you fuck me like that next time, hyung?’ 

You gulped at the message and wrote back, ‘Of course, if that's what you want?’

‘Haha definitely what I want. I don't want to remember my name when you're done with me. Night, handsome.’

You'd gone back into the room when your phone went off again. This time Hyunjin messaged you. In nothing but a towel, he laid on his bed with the fabric strategically placed right above his pubic bone. 

‘Can I be next, hyung? I promise I'll swallow every drop you give me 🥺’

Han’s message came up right after. In nothing but boxer shorts, the video showed him rubbing his bulge in a loop. 

‘Lee Know says you can fuck me whenever you want. When can we meet up?’ 

“Gee, I wonder who you're fucking next,” Jeongin laughed when you told him about the three messages. “Maybe sending that video was a good idea.”

You couldn’t help feeling bashful. Jeongin and you wind down by watching a show together, wrapped in one another, completely riding the euphoria of your orgasms. Both of you felt too sore and worn out for a second round, but you knew another one wasn’t too far away. It was only a matter of who’d get to you first…

Or who you would pick first? 

***

A/N: oooh someone is certainly getting popular quick! I wonder who is going be next to ride the YN Rollercoaster ;) Like always, feel free to reblog and like. I'd appreciate it so much <3

[slytherinshua]

SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. 

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing. 

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply. 

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air. 

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently. 

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself. 

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys,, @gong-fourz

[wolviensabes]

NSFW Alphabet: Mane!Sabretooth

RQ: 'Can I request the NSFW Alphabet for Victor Creed/Sabertooth? Specifically Tyler Mane's version? Love your work btw! 💕' - @im-his-druidess

Warnings: Neutral as possible, the terms of good boy/girl are used and mentions of feminine/masculine bodies are used. Tried to include both while maintaining an open look so anyone of any identity can enjoy, but made it as vague as possible. Also uhh general sex talk, mentions of BDSM and stuff like that lol. Ignore grammar mistakes ty.

A/N: Yess you absolutely can. I did a SFW/NSFW Sabretooth on my other blog, but I sort of left the Sabretooth up for whatever the reader wanted to imagine. For Mane specifically, this will be fun! Mane is my favorite, has been since I saw X-Men 2000. Sooo thrilled to see him again in D&W, even if just for a moment. He looked so good and yummy. I did keep one or two things off my previous list. I hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI below the cut. 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

I see him as being pretty smug, he likes seeing you disheveled and breathless. He lets you lay on his larger body, he relaxes while you splay out completely spent.

He might ask you to get him a beer, even if you're exhausted, a slap to the ass as you wobble to grab one from the fridge. But when you come back he pulls you close and licks your neck. "Good boy/girl...you know how to make me happy...~" he purrs.

While by definition, he doesn't understand the full extent of what aftercare is, he sees that you need it, so he grumbles and bites his tongue, doing it regardless of his own opinion on it.

"Upsy daisy..." he grunts, lifting your exhausted body up, watching you whine. He smirks, knowing he's reduced you to a shaky form, "Ya look like a lamb tryin' to walk for the first time..." he chuckled.

He does try after seeing how badly he fucks you up. He's a big dude so...he really throws you around and you have wounds from his teeth and claws. He can't have his darling lamb all messed up...

He licks your wounds, his saliva has an antiseptic enzyme so it disinfects the wound, however you still insist on using peroxide. "Hold still...gotta clean ya."

He's not the best at it at first, but he will learn what you like and accommodate.

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

Primal dude is insane about your body. Whether you are more feminine or masculine, he goes nuts for a good ass. He grabs and kneads and squeezes.

If you are more masculine, he likes feeling your chest and trails down your sides, feeling your narrower body.

If you have TS scars, he is gentle with them. He rubs his rough thumbpads over the scars and how they trail over your chest. He's obsessed with them. He thinks you look great, and he licks them a lot, gently and mindfully if you let him. He won't touch them if this bothers you though.

If you are more feminine, he loves your breasts and plush hips. He grips you firmly a lot and loves to see how your skin pools around his big hands and claws.

He also really likes necks, he bites there a lot so be prepared to always have his teeth somewhere on your neck.

Victor is also egotistical as hell, he thinks every inch of himself is perfect. He's proud of his lion's mane and cock size for sure, but also prides himself in his stature.

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

Victor has an insane amount of cum inside his body, you genuinely don't know how he produces so much. He is like a faucet, just oozing it into you.

He cums like a horse and his amounts are crazy. You are full to the brim and he's still shooting the load, it comes out of you there's so much of it. He jokes about turning you into a twinkie.

He gets so pent up and he snarls a lot, he growls and groans, then when he pounds you and you feel him swell more than usual, you know he's about to release a ton.

It also gets everywhere so...you should always have sheets on standby. You can't count how many times you've lost fancy sheets because his load stains them. You don't bother buying silken bedding anymore.

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

He doesn't keep a lot from you, simply because he has no shame.

But, he does like scents and smells a lot. He often smells your body in the morning or when you're the most natural. He memorizes it, keeps it in his memory.

He leans down and before he licks or sucks, he inhales deep breaths of your sex. Just the scent alone makes him horny as hell.

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

He's had his way around, so he's fairly experienced. I don't think anything would surprise him or catch him off guard as 'new.'

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Victor pins you down and uses his strength to fuck you. He likes looking down at you completely helpless while he thrusts his thick cock in and out of whatever hole his dick finds.

Any position where he has you on your belly with your ass in the air for him, he is all over. He likes to bite your neck and hold you down, and he gets to really thrust into you from behind.

He also likes mating press, watching you cry out as he drills the deepest parts of you.

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

His dirty talk can be funny, or sometimes he will say something out of the blue that just makes you smile because it wasn't expected from him. But otherwise, he's not a goofball. Just the quip every so often.

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

This guy has a lot of hair. He's insanely hairy, and come on, he's a primal. So, obviously.

He takes great pride in his hair too, he grooms himself a lot. He licks himself mostly, until you push him to a shower and he uses unscented things. He doesn't like to hide his musk.

He has a hairy chest and a happy trail leading down to his pubic hair. He's pretty hairy below too, but he does try to groom a little shorter because he notices you pull out random hairs after sucking him off.

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

Romantic isn't really his thing. He's not used to being 'romantic' at all. He's more...let me kill something for you and bring you its corpse.

He won't change for anyone. If you can accept his...brutish love habits, then he will attempt to be...less sometimes. On a hunt he drops an animal carcass and hands you a bloody wildflower he ripped from the ground, roots and dirt still attached.

That's as good as it gets. But for him, that's a pretty big gesture.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Yikes. With those claws?

I don't think he does. Not often anyway. He'd rather have you help him out when he needs something.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.

He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.

Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock. This is also applicable if you are male, he doesn't care. As long as he buries himself into you and fills you full.

BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you. He prefers to let himself do the marking rather than a toy. It's more intimate to him.

I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.

I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.

I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.

Size difference!! Mane irl is 6'9, so I give Sabretooth a few more inches. Over 7' tall anyway, and he towers over you. Not to mention he's bulked out. Looking down at you, he loves how helpless and vulnerable you are compared to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Victor will fuck you anywhere, it doesn't really matter to him.

He likes to do it in his bedroom, his scent gets rubbed into you when you're being thrown around the bed and roll on his bed. Plus, he gets to take his time and fuck the room full of the smell of sex.

He also likes to fuck in the woods. It satisfies his primal desires to take you against the moss in the middle of a thick trail.

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

As mentioned, typical housewife behavior would turn him on. Cooking and cleaning for him, bringing him a beer while he is sitting down, or even fussing over his clothes would get him going. Seeing you in an apron and nothing else would make him completely feral.

Any kind of submissive behavior would catch his attention. He instinctively looks for anyone who submits, his need and desire to be the dominant person in every situation controls him. So if you are submissive to him, even with simple gestures like obeying an order or just lowering your head around him, it definitely gets him interested.

Submission isn't always sexual, but of course submitting in that way also gets him going.

As written on my previous list, purposefully making yourself vulnerable gets his attention. Cats expose their bellies when they trust you, so rolling on your back and showing him your belly is a big deal. Say you're on the couch and you just lay back, he is intrigued and likes this gesture a lot.

Also any kind of gesture that exposes your neck to him.

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

Despite being fucking brutal, he wouldn't want to cause any serious harm to you. You'll definitely be wearing claw and bite marks, but nothing that will have lasting damage.

He also won't be interested in 'making love.' He will fuck you, and he'll fuck you good. He's a primal mutant so when he is intimate he goes hard.

Anyone who would try to dominate him would piss him off, and it would trigger his aggression. He would not be receptive to anything like that, especially with his natural instinct to dominate.

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

Luckily, his tongue isn't covered in sharp spines like usual cat tongues, otherwise that would suck.

He is good with his tongue, he cleans himself all the time so naturally he can move his tongue around in all sorts of ways.

He is somewhat selfish, preferring to receive than give. But when he gives, you feel so much pleasure. His tongue laps and he sucks so good. "Good...let me hear you." he growls against you.

He lovesss seeing you choke on his cock too. "Good boy/girl, choke on it. Is it too big...? Too big for your sweet mouth?" he teases, taking pride in seeing you choke and gag. It just turns him on more.

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

Best way to describe it is a feral man climbing on you and fucking you until your legs can't hold you up. You literally can't walk when he's done with you, and he fucking loves it.

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

He'd rather not, just because he likes taking his precious time with you. He likes watching you unwind, watching his thick cock bury into your hole, your wide watery eyes as you cry out and mewl for him.

"That's it little lamb...watch me split you open..." he says deeply, grinning wildly as you fall apart below.

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

Victor is chill enough to try anything once, as long as he's not the bottom or the one taking it.

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

Forever. Victor's stamina is crazy high, he can go multiple times without stopping. Even when your body is worn and exhausted to the point of not being able to move, he could fuck you to sleep.

He lasts for a long time, though he can cum many times in one session and not soften.

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

He doesn't own any for himself. But he has things to use on you for when you want to get more adventurous. Things for BDSM or toys to pleasure you. But he has nothing for his own pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Victor will tease you until you are crying and begging. He loves to see you desperate, screaming and mewling below him while he whispers in your ear how he could make you cum right now, but he doesn't.

The damn man also gets you so so close...then stops, watching you fall apart and cry. "Shush, I will let you when I am ready...now, let's see how close we can get you..."

"More tears? Now, don't cry pretty thing...maybe if you ask nicely I will let you..."

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

Victor is a dirty talker. He is a growler.

He is either snarling and grunting against you, or dirty talking you to your orgasm or so desperate you don't even know what to do. His words are so crude and filthy, you can't help but react. He just has a way with you and knows exactly what you like to hear.

That 'scream for me' that he whispers, UGH. He def whispers in a calm, low voice while he's toying with you.

And when he snarls in your ear, growling in pleasure that you are providing for him, ugh you could cum right then and there.

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

Victor 100% drinks warm milk, and he usually does after fucking you and you've fallen asleep. He doesn't want to hear your teasing.

Also goes without saying that he purrs.

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

Victor is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.

Flaccid, his bulge is already large af, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.

Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.

The first time you saw him erect you were so nervous, in which he found amusing. "Don't worry, sweet little lamb, I'll make it fit."

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

He can literally fuck anytime. His drive is super high, especially when he hunts and kills. Those feelings go hand in hand, and since he hunts daily, his sex drive spikes up.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He knocks out pretty quick. A cigar and beer, then he is out. It's like warm milk.

Victor will clean up a little, just enough not to be gross and sticky. Then he sits back and demands asks you to grab him a beer. He downs it, then knocks out.

If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep. You usually bare new wounds, he honestly can't help it with those damn things, and he watches you limp to grab him a drink, though he will clean and tend to you as a silent apology.

His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep fast after cleaning up. Your body needs to recover, and you are throbbing between your legs with soreness.

If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject.

Thanks for reading <3

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

[bluecollarmcandtf]

My Found Family

I never grew up with the luxury of family. As an orphan, my childhood was lacking to say the least, and it left me jealous of any kid with caring fathers and siblings. That's why I had to find my family. Nobody's perfect, but with a little reconditioning, I've trained them to be exactly what I was looking for.

This guy is now my father...

"Breakfast is ready, boys!" I call, using my lower register like I'm supposed to, "Whoops! I mean bacon-fest!"

Guttural laughter comes from my stomach even though I don't find my joke that funny. Bad jokes like this have sort of become my personality lately. In fact, my whole life has transformed over the last couple days. A week ago, I would've never imagined myself strolling around my house in nothing but underwear and a robe! My standards for style seem to have vanished along with pretty much every other part of my old way of being.

It happened three days ago at a grocery store, when I ran into this guy in the produce section. He caught me examining avocados for ripeness and walked right up, beginning to talk like we'd known each other for years.

It was all a bit bizarre, but I found myself unable to turn away. He was explaining my life to myself. Well, not my life, but the one he wanted me to live, the one I was meant to live, and I hung on his every word. He was maybe six years younger than myself, but I was to be his new daddy. It was a role I was proud to fill.

"Here you are, son," I grin widely, unable to contain the feelings of pride I have as he walks into the room.

"Thanks, old man," he answers and grabs the plate gratefully.

For a moment, I stand there and stare. My heart beats for my boy as he tears apart the food I made for him. My paternal instincts have been working overtime lately. I can't help but love that boy with every fatherly fiber of my being.

It doesn't matter that I never wanted kids before. Previously, I'd wanted to remain a bachelor forever, but I have them now, and it couldn't feel more perfect.

With a content grin, I turn back to the sizzling bacon and think about my day. Things I used to hate were now what I looked forward to; mowing the lawn, washing the car, cleaning the gutters. I have a full day of work ahead of me to keep this house in tip top shape. Of course, I'll do it all with an ice cold beer in my hand. I never had a taste for the stuff, but my boy thinks I should grow a bit more of a gut.

I know what I say goes around here, but I could never say no to my favorite son...

I obviously have dad wrapped around my finger, but he's not the only member of this family. This next dude is my new big bro...

"Fuck yeah," I grunt and sniff up the ripe stench under my arm, "Smells like a real fuckin' man!"

I toss the barbell down, finishing a new personal record on the bench press and I couldn't feel more pumped. My tank top and sweat pants are drenched with sweat, but I love bein' a nasty gym rat: at least, I do now.

A week ago I was waiting tables at this fancy restaurant, when one of the customers got to talking with me. He was sitting alone and looked kinda sad, so I tried to be friendly and I'm sure glad I did! I got a whole new family out of it. He made me quit my job and move into this sweet place. Now I'm his big brother!

Of course, like all big bro's, I'm supposed to work out in the garage all day. I was never one for weights, but I couldn't imagine my life without them anymore. I like to push my limits and get all hot and sweaty. Then I march around the house flexing and farting all over the place. It's not the most refined thing in the world, but my bro explained to me how much I don't care about hygiene and all that crap.

"Wassup, little man," I call as he saunters in.

"Nothing much," he answers, staring at my arms while I show off my biceps.

"Alright, get out of my space. I'm tryin' to work out," I snarl, acting as tough as possible, "Do I need to wrestle you again to prove my point?"

I definitely didn't used to be like this. I used to be the most polite and approachable guy in the world, always chatting random people up, but that guy's gone. My bro got rid of him and his old family. This new family is the only one I'm interested in now, even if I'm not supposed to show it. I'm supposed to be muscular, rude, and gross. It's who I am now.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it," he replies, "You can wrestle me though."

"I will," I frown, flexing even harder, "And this time, I'll win!"

Whenever we wrestle, I always end up with the urge to let him win. It sucks because I could easily beat him, and I should put him in his place, but for some reason, I just know I have to let him win. He just deserves it I guess.

I give him an intense glare and then return to my weights. These arms aren't going to pump themselves...

My big bro always makes my legs quiver, but I love seeing how cocky he can get. Of course, he'll never out wrestle me no matter how big he gets. I programmed him to let me win. Just like I programmed the breadwinner of the bunch...

A short groan rumbles from my lips. For some reason, everything has been disappointing me lately: my sons, my husband, my job has all been leaving me grumpy and frustrated. Even the channels on the TV aggravate the living hell out of me. I have to fight the urge to chuck the remote across the room.

"How was your day, honey," my husband asks, walking into the room and handing me a beer.

"Great," I moan without any emotion.

Everything's been changing so fast lately, and I couldn't be more over it. I was married to my work, busting ass for years to get promotion after promotion, and I had a job I loved that paid extremely well. I couldn't be more happy, even if I was the only unmarried guy in the office. I didn't mind. I loved my bowling league and my solo trips to Vegas too much to settle down.

Then I met him, my son. Well, he wasn't my son at the time, but after talking, I quickly realized who he was and who I was to him. I'm the head of the household, the disciplinarian, the breadwinner. At least, that's who I've become.

"What's for dinner?" I grunt, peeling my eyes away from the TV.

Looking at my husband, odd feelings bubble up. I used to know him as my neighbor, a nice enough guy, but now I'm married to him. It all happened so fast. He's changed too recently, I think. The guy I knew a week ago would've never walked around all day in a robe and underwear.

His hand reaches out and holds my own, "Steak and potatoes if that's alright with you."

I grunt in agreement, turning back to the TV. My husband's presence stirs my cock to life, straining my member against my work slacks.

This is another new development.

Until now, I'd never had a gay bone in my body. In some ways, I still don't, but my son explained how I should feel about my husband. I should love him, I should be turned on by him, and I should get it on with him. He's right, I suppose.

"Hey, I could use a blow job before you get cooking," I gesture to the thick tent in my pants.

My husband pauses for a moment like he's unsure of what to do, but then it comes to him, "Of course, babe, but we need to be quiet. Both of our boys are home right now."

"Don't worry about it. If they walk in without knocking they'll get the belt," I snort as my husband gets on his knees in front of me.

"You shouldn't be so hard on-" before he can finish, I've shoved his face into my crotch.

Somehow, I know I can be rough with him, just like I can be rough with our sons. I'm the man of the house after all. Within seconds I'm grunting in pleasure while staring at the evening news broadcast. For some reason, I always find myself watching it and complaining about current events. It's just who I am now..

I grin, sneaking a peak at my two dad's going at it in the living room like the good little couple they are. My new family couldn't be more perfect, but no family is complete without the dog...

"Ruff!" I bark, gleefully scampering over to the bowl of food that was just placed on the floor.

Without hesitating, I shove my face into the bowl, sending the little pellets flying everywhere. They taste like cardboard, but for some reason, I can't get enough of them! I've done nothing but drool and whine for the last hour while the real humans eat their dinner at the table.

"That's a good boy," a voice coos, and I feel fingers running through the hair on my head.

I can barely acknowledge being petted. I know I'm supposed to act like a hungry animal right now, so that's what I do.

I would've never thought I'd find myself as a house pet, but a couple days ago, this guy just walked up to me and talked me into it. It'd just been a normal day for me, working at the car garage when he became my master. I knew right there and then that I had to drop to my hands and knees and follow him home with my tongue out.

My new life has been great ever since. My masters play ball with me outside, they hose me down when I get muddy, and they snuggle with me on the couch at night. I barely even miss my old work and fiance!

"Alright, boy," one of my master's commands, "That's enough. Get in here!"

It's the mean one. The one who used to own this house, but is now just a working dad. He's always the one who hits me with a newspaper when I drink from the toilet. I don't know why, but I just feel compelled to do it!

Licking the bowl clean, I abandon it and crawl into the living room. There, the entire family is gathered around the television.

I stop by the smelly one and sneak in a few licks. I love licking him because he's always salty with sweat and smells funny. After licking his feet for too long, he kicks me away, "Leave me alone, mutt!"

"Oh don't talk to him that way," the nice one adds.

I climb on the couch and curl up beside him. His belly is always the perfect cushion for my head to rest on, and he always lets me lick his beer bottle when he's done. Within a couple minutes, I'm drifting off as his hands absently play with my hair...

...sitting with my family at night is always my favorite part. Watching TV with my two dads, brother, and dog heals the child in me that had always yearned for this. Sure, it might be easier to just go to therapy, but this is sure as hell a lot more fun!

[strniohoeee]

chris and the reader accidentally eat the viagra chocolates and they get super horny and have freaky sex

Mistakes

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris and Y/N are hungry for a little snack, so being the sweet boyfriend he is Chris makes them smores…….but what happens when he uses the wrong chocolate🍫

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTTT, it’s nothing like crazyyyy, but like they get down to business or whatever🤭

Song for the imagine: Me and Your Mama-Childish Gambino

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

You know that I love you

So let me into your heart

Let me into your heart

Chris has been hanging around my house all day. We have been pretty busy and we finally had a day to just relax and unwind.

We spent most of our day watching movies, laughing, talking and cooking. It was honestly amazing to just enjoy ourselves without having a camera in our hands every second of the day.

He decided to spend the night so we showered and were sitting on my bed as I just finished painting my toes. I had turned Weird Science on since it was one of my favorite movies. Unfortunately this caused my attention span to weaken which caused my toe polish not to look the best.

“Finished?” Chris asked me as I put the stuff away

“Yeah finally…I was too busy watching the movie” I said sitting back on the bed

“I figured” he said laughing

“I kinda want a snack” I said looking at him

“Me too let me look in your kitchen” he said wiggling his brows

Chris had disappeared into my kitchen for a while as I watched the movie. Occasionally making sounds and dropping stuff which made me giggle.

About 5 minutes later he came in with a plate of something and water.

“Sorry I made a mess” he said laughing

“I figured it sounded like a rat was in the kitchen” I replied laughing

“Heyy be nice” he said sitting on the bed

He handed me my water and placed the plate on my bed

“Your favorite…SMORESSSS” he said singing the ending

“I’ve been itching to make smores I just didn’t have the chocolate” I said biting into one

Chris nodded his head and continued to eat his smores. We each had two and left the other two for later.

We snuggled next to each other to finish the movie when suddenly my brows furrowed. I didn’t have chocolate…

“Hey Chris” I said looking at him

“Did you buy the chocolate?” I asked him

“No you had in your pantry” he said running his hands through his hair

“Did I have a Hershey bar hiding somewhere amongst the other snacks?” I said laughing

“Hershey bar?? Oh no there was this chocolate bar in gold and black wrapping that I used. Seemed boujee and I was right because it tasted great” he told me

“Ohhh must’ve been from a party or something” I said leaning against him

A couple more minutes went by before my eyes widened and I sprung forward

“Wait, did you say black and gold?” I asked him

“Dude yes what’s going on?” He said laughing

“What was the chocolate name?” I asked him

“It was called decadence” he said looking at me

“CHRIS NO” I said looking at him

“What? What’s wrong? Are you allergic?” He asked panicking

“No but those are…..sex enhancing chocolate” I said covering my mouth and laughing

“What? Why do you have those?” He asked laughing

“Steph gave them to me a little while ago and I guess I put them in my pantry mindlessly” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Great….what does it even do?” He asked me

“It’s supposed to make you extremely horny and your orgasms are supposed to be amazing” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Okay and now what? We just wait?” He said concern written on his face

“Unfortunately yes….I mean who knows it could be a placebo effect, and we might not even feel anything” I said

“Okay true true” he said calming himself down

We had been sitting watching the movie for another 30 minutes. Slowly taking our sweaters off and socks off as it got hot.

“Holy shit it’s hot in here” Chris said taking his shirt off

“I know right, I’m about to turn the air on” I said getting up from the bed

I put the AC on and we continued to watch the movie, but Chris was getting fidgety and I was starting to feel weird.

“I hate to say it, but I think we’re feeling the effects of the chocolate” I said looking over at Chris

“Yeah I’m painfully hard right now, and I’m trying to ignore it” he said with a blush creeping up on his face

This made my ears perk up and my chest to rise. Of course Chris and I have had sex before, but what scared me the most was how turned on his words made me??

The movie had finished and Chris shut the tv off.

“We need to do something about this now because I am so horny” he said rubbing his temples

“Me too” I said in a whisper

Chris looked at me for a moment before removing his pajama bottoms. Standing in his underwear as he looked at me, but my eyes were staring at his erection……my head getting dizzy at the sight

I looked at his eyes before ripping my sleep shirt off to expose my chest to him. I crawled over to the side of the bed where he was standing. Leaning on my heels as I looked up at him

Chris leaned down and attached his lips to mine. My hands immediately went through his hair tugging at the roots as our lips fought for dominance.

His hand came down to my breasts as he groped them. Moaning into the kiss at the feeling. Kissing down my jawline and to my neck as his hands squeezed and kneaded my breasts.

“Fuck Chris I need more” I moaned out

His lips traveled down the valley of my breasts before attaching his mouth to my left breasts. Sucking and swirling his tongue around as he looked up at me.

My mouth hung open as I felt my insides burn for him. With his left hand he pushed me back as he kneeled down. His lips kissed down my stomach and to my waistline.

His hands ran up my thighs and into the waistband before sliding my pajama shorts and underwear down.

My breath hitching in my throat at the cold air brushing against my cunt.

“Chris” I moaned out in a whisper

“I know” he said looking up at me

He kissed in between my thighs slowly as he looked into my eyes. My chest rising and falling rapidly.

His lips came down to my pussy…..licking a slow stripe up towards my clit.

My back lifted off of the bed as my hand immediately grabbed his hair.

Swirling his tongue around my clit and slowly sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves. My mouth hanging open at the feeling

Lapping at me like there was no tomorrow as his nose bumped into my clit making my head spin.

“Chris please please I’m going to cum” I said pushing his head back

“Want me to fuck you?” He asked with a smirk

“Please yes please” I moaned out squirming against the bed

Chris stood up and removed his boxers, his dick springing upwards as my thighs clenched together.

“Ready baby?” He asked with a smirk

“Yes very” I said in a whisper

Chris lined himself up with my entrance and slowly slid in, our mouths dropping at the feeling. These chocolates were making me feel everything on a larger scale.

Chris lifted my right leg higher as he slowly started to thrust into me. Slowly pushing my leg back as his thrusts became harder

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out my hands gripping the sheets

His hips began to slam into me harder and faster and my mind was going blank.

“Fuck you’re taking me so good baby” he moaned out as he licked his lips

“Faster Chris please” I moaned out

He started to snap his hips into me even faster as I began to moan out incoherent statements.

His left hand groped my right boob as he bit his bottom lip. Drilling into me at an unbelievable pace.

His dick hitting all the right places as I began to clench down on him

“Gonna cum for me?” He asked as his left hand left my breast and slid down my body

“Yes OH GOD yes” I moaned out

He grabbed my left leg and my right leg and pushed my legs back. My knees bent and my thighs touching my chest.

His hips snapped into me hard and this position made it feel 100 times better.

“Shitttt” I moaned out as my eyes screwed shut

All that could be heard was my moaning, Chris grunts, skin slapping together and the sound of my arousal.

“Please Chris I’m so close” I moaned out clenching down on him

“I know baby I know” he panted out

Chris kept fucking me harder and my mind was spinning nearing my orgasm.

“IM GONNA CUM FUCKKKK” I began to yell out

Chris removed his dick from me and brought his mouth down to my cunt. Legs still bent back as he viciously attacked my clit

His tongue swirling and slurping at me causing my toes to curl and my eyes to screw shut

“CHRISSSSS” I yelled out as he sucked on my clit

Within seconds I felt my orgasm wash over me. My back lifted off the bed as my thighs began to shake. His name spilling from my mouth as I came all over his face

“Fuck Chris” I moaned out as he helped me ride out my high

He stood up and began to stroke his dick faster. His mouth hung open as he let out little pants

I got on my knees and stood in front of him looking up at him as he neared his orgasm

“Fuckkk” he moaned out as he painted my breast with his cum

His brows furrowed as he moaned out for me. Slowly he came down from his high, and looked down at me

“Fuck that felt amazing” he said leaning down to kiss me

“I’ve never felt an orgasm like that before” I said laughing

“Me neither” he said helping me off the bed

Chris brought me to the bathroom and we decided to shower again……some more frisky behavior taking place until the hot water ran out….

The End

Yall I didn’t know how to end this😭😭, but I hope you liked it! I have one more request to go, but yall I’m at like 1,536 followers🤭🤭 I LOVE YALL SOOK MUCH THANK YOU🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[peaches-and-creamm]

PET NAMES?

What pet names do jjk boys use, if any?

FT. Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Megumi, Yuta, Yuji, & Toge.

(use of 'slut' in toji's)

MEGUMI doesn’t really do pet names, he usually just sticks to your normal name. But if he was going to he’d probably end up just asking what ones your favorite because he genuinely has zero idea wtf to say

✎ However, “babe” is one he’s let slip a few times and the first time he did it it gave you whiplash- hell, it even gave him whiplash. Needless to say after he did that the two of you stood still with red faces.

✎ If he ever manned up to actually call you an original pet name, it’d probably be animal related- like bunny or something. He’ll say “honey bun sugar plum” and stupid stuff like that whenever you bring up pet names- enjoying the little pout you do in response to his teasing.

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TOGE obviously just speaks in ingredients, but it's always something else whenever you two text or he uses sign language to refer to you. It's usually something mean(lovingly)

✎ Asshole, idiot, stupid, stinker- that sort of thing. Goes both ways. Love language is being mean, but if anyone even said half the stuff he “said” to you he’d probably punch them on sight-

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SUGURU is for sure the type to just randomly come up behind you and whisper sweet nicknames into your ear to purposely fluster you, enjoying how you shiver when he calls you “my love-“ or “my darling”. He has a tendency to add “my” to the start of the words, enjoying the fact you’re his.

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CHOSO has never been afraid to show his love, especially to those he truly does adore. He enjoys when you call him pet names more than him calling you them. Subby boy through and through- he wants to be taken care of for sure. But when he does it’s almost always “love”.

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When it comes to SATORU , he genuinely has a problem when it comes to calling you stupid pet names- each pushing your buttons more than the last. He loves spouting random shit to address you, enjoying how you swat at him with that cute little annoyed huff of yours.

✎ Sugartits is one he loves to say after doing something nice for you- enjoying how that whine passes by your pretty lips.

✎ But if he was going to just do a NORMAL one for once it’d likely just be “babe”, especially when he wants something- dudes voice gets whiny as shit.

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When it comes to pet names, YUJI does NOT skip out- this boy is spewing silly names left and right for you, each one said with that signature stupid giggle coming from him.

✎ Usually the go to is always baby, and each time he says it it’s somehow louder than the last time. Even through text you can just hear exactly how he’s saying it- and can perfectly imagine that stupid smile on his face as he waits for a text back.

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YUTA , bless his heart, is one of those people who is just much better at texting his words than trying to stutter them out. His all time favorite is “angel” and every other text from this dude is him using it.

by far angel is his favorite, but “my love” and “darling” fight for their place

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TOJI is a bastard and loves to just grab your waist, tug you in close and purr out a “slut”

though he only does that when he knows you can handle more degrading words. If he was to normally call you something it’s without a doubt “doll” or “sugar”

M.LIST