#like panty dropper HOT!!!

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Guess the last version of this post got nuked from orbit 😮‍💨 I’m not rewriting all that context just know that I went to Texas, ate a ton of food, and saved a horse 🤠

[hungharrington]

 ☁ — sweet talk !

summary: you're interested in your boyfriend's history- well, more like what he used to do that made the stories about king steve in bed spread like wildfire during school. you find out for yourself. fem!reader. 2k. minors DNI

Look, you love your regular ol’ Steve. Stevie. Steeb. He’s a sweetheart through and through — holds the door for you, holds your hand, gives kisses on your cheek, in your hair.

He’s a generous lover. Knows each little thing that makes you tick and just gives and gives to you. Answers your whimpers for more with a deeper grind of his hips, holds your hand as he buries his face between your thighs. He’s a giver.

But a small part of you, just a small part, has always wondered about King Steve.

You don’t want his sneering jabs and aloof disinterest — no, that’s all very much better off left in the past.

But the stories, the stories of how he left girls’ heads spinning, of the filthy fucks at bathrooms, all teasing and cocky King Steve, panty dropper.

You’re just a little bit— alright, marginally interested. Maybe decently interested.

So, you ask. It’s one of those games Steve likes to play sometimes at parties, the two of you begin as though you’re strangers. You’ll act coy, leaned against a wall with a low-cut shirt and a tight skirt and Steve puts on the moves.

It’s always the same stuff and it always makes you nervously giggle. A hand rested above your head against the wall so he can lean in low, whisper in your ear, something cheesy like, “I saw you from across the room and thought you looked so sexy,” that never fails to make you both break, spilling into laughter.

It’s one of the song and dances you two do, flirting like it’s your first time time meeting to keep things fresh. But tonight, when he cages you against the kitchen counter, hands planted on either side and he’s leaning in close, showering you compliments— you ask.

Your fingers tuck into his collar, keep him close, keep his lips ghosting the shell of your ear and whisper to him. “And what would King Steve say?”

You turn, just enough to see his face. The flush that climbs his cheeks as he considers it is glorious to see, but too his credit, he remains cool.

Steve’s eyes darken, rake over your expression and finds what he’s searching for. One of the hands on the counter shifts to cup your waist, dragging his thumb over the exposed skin tantalisingly.

“He would ask what colour your panties are,” Steve murmurs in your ear, voice somehow lower than before. The gravel in his tone shoots straight to your core. “And then ask you to prove it, in the bathroom.”

Before you even get a moment, his thumb dips into the waistband of your skirt, just an inch — and you suck in a breath instinctively. Steve chuckles and it has a condescending lilt to it. You’re nearly ashamed of how much it turns you on.

“So,” you reply, more breathy than intended. “Are you gonna take me to the bathroom then?”

Steve’s eyes light up and a pleased smirk plays on his lips — his hands wandering further from your waist, over your ass, toying with the edge of your skirt.

“Pretty girl like you?” He hums, the air of cockiness you know is King Steve beginning to take over. “No way, baby. I’d have you in the car.”

The way he says it, like he knows he’s already got you wrapped around his finger has heat crawling in your tummy, thighs squirming just a bit. The party is all but abandoned and you have to try your best to not look too eager on your way out. Steve’s wandering hand, which follows a line straight from your tummy down your thigh, doesn’t help in the least.

His hand is glued to your thigh, the entire drive home, the sweet caress of his thumb driving you crazy. Worse, Steve knows it — he takes his eyes off the empty road to watch your expression when he grazes closer to your hot cunt. Laughs a bit at the flutter of your lashes, the shuddering breath you take.

“Y’gonna let me fuck you properly when we back?” He asks, all smug, rolling his head in your direction. He doesn’t even give you time to respond, not that you can think of words at the moment.

“Yeah, you are, aren’t you?” He hums, his other hand draped lazily over the wheel. He squeezes your thigh, some murmur of ‘being good’ you can’t quite catch.

Despite his cool composure, you can the effect this whole act is having on him. His hips shift upwards for a moment, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. It thrills you more to know you’re both getting off on it.

You don’t make it inside once Steve kills the car’s ignition, parked in the shadow of his house. It’s dark out, a few streetlights here and there, but just light enough to see Steve. He smiles at the way you turn to him, looking for what’s happening next.

He puts his seat back just a bit, backing away from the wheel, and beckons you over. It’s an awkward clamber and when your knee knocks the gear stick and you whisper an “Ow”, only then does Steve break character for a moment.

“Shit, honey, y’alright?” He asks, pulling you into his lap, one hand travelling to your knee instantly. He gives a comforting rub. Concern knits his brows together. It hurts, but barely. You smirk and wind you arms around his neck.

“Wow, who knew King Steve was such a sweetheart.” You tease. You sink down, settling atop his thighs, and move to grind down against him but Steve’s hands are faster. His hands grip your hips, holding them tight in place, and you whine in retaliation before you think.

Steve huffs that cocky laugh, squeezes the flesh of your thighs, pawing back to grab at your ass. “Too needy, aren’t you? You’ll just have to wait, mhm.”

Then his lips are on your skin, on your neck, sucking and scraping. Steve knows all your sensitive spots, the way to play with your lobe to make you slick and whimper aloud. He’s merciless, nibbles and licks that make your tummy burn tighter and hotter — your hips move against his hold automatically, beginning to get desperate for friction.

“Stevie…” You rasp after a couple minutes. The air is just your heavy pants, Steve’s fervent motions, the sound of his hands scraping across the fabric of your clothes. His hands cup your ass, move to under your thighs, and he curls his fingers around the edge of your skirt and tugs it up just a bit.

“I know, baby.” He coos against your skin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You groan aloud softly, all his words travelling right to your cunt with a throb. You nod instantly, hoping, praying he’ll give you more. That he’ll let you kiss him.

“Let me have a kiss,” You pout, fingers curling into his hair, ready to tug his face up. Steve smiles at your words, despite his act, but he doesn’t show it. Doesn’t even move his face out. Just mumbles, “Nuh uh, baby. Not yet.” against your neck, breath hot, just to draw it all out.

While you still have a single coherent thought, you consider this the main difference between your Steve and this King Steve. King Steve is a fucking tease.

Your hips shift again, feeling his hardness beneath you. The desperation for some relief is building but Steve’s hands are already firm, holding you in place. He pulls back this time and fuck, if it isn’t a beautiful sight.

Lips pink and sheened with spit, cheeks a tad pink, eyes half-lidded in his lazy motions.

“Baby,” he begins, an annoyed drawl to his voice. “I’m taking care of you, yeah? Wait your turn.”

And before there room for protest, he’s back on you, lips pulling out every single sound from you he can. His hands move up to grope at your boobs, his fingers pinching at your nipples to make you whimper, then massaging it into pleasure to make you sigh. Your neck must be littered in hickies by this point.

It’s heaven. It’s torture. You grip his hair tighter as he works at a spot below your ear that forces little mewls out your throat and you try to contain your hips.

As Steve’s hands work downward, tracing the crease of your thighs inwards, you shudder and lean forward into him. Your forehead presses against his shoulder, still exposing your neck, and you can’t help how good it feels, you go a bit slack. Steve notices in a moment.

“Mmm, there you go.” He hums, voice low and still coated in smugness. “That’s it, just like that, huh?”

The dirty talk is making your head spin, making your cunt throb in want, your nipples tighten. You know the moment Steve’s fingers delve under your skirt, he’ll find a wet patch of slick.

His hands, however teasing, don’t venture under your skirt — and instead, he grips your hips again. This time, he pulls you closer and down, grinding up against at the same time. The pleasure burns hot and you moan lightly, fingers clenching in Steve’s hair and you find yourself chasing another grind instantly.

Steve doesn’t let you, hips still holding you in place. He sets the pace, a slow back and forth grind that pulls filthy noises from you. “That’s it, huh baby? That’s what you need, isn’t it? Taking what I give you, so good.”

His low voice, dripping in smugness, makes it hotter. Just a little mean. You force yourself to tug your head up, wanting more friction against him.

Despite the hardness in his jeans giving him away, he’s the most collected you’ve ever seen him for the situation. Eyes half-lidded, pink lips curled into a smirk, like he’s just observing you, not even partaking.

It’s all apart of King Steve; he gets you all hot and bothered, chest heaving and nails digging into his skin, while he looks cool as a cucumber. You let out a pathetic sounding noise, hips bucking against his hold.

“Oh, baby,” he crows, all faux-sympathetic, like he’s not grinding back up at you in that moment to make you mewl. Finally, one of his hands shift, pushing the fabric of your skirt up you thighs. Steve’s eyes gleam at the sight- sticky panties that are every bit of evidence of your arousal.

“Look at you,” He murmurs. You fight back every noise building in your throat, but they melt out when his thumb comes down to rub you through your panties. It’s a soft touch, a gentle stroke that’s nowhere near enough for you. Definitely on purpose.

You whine, arching against him and try to press forward, asking silently for more, more more. To your surprise, Steve doesn’t tease you, doesn’t draw this part out. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing firm circles that he knows makes you fall apart — and your resounding moan is much louder than you’re expecting, barely managing to muffle it into his shoulder.

Steve chuckles at it, doesn’t let up his pace, adoring how your hips twitch against his touch — you want more and yet, this feels like so much. You feel delirious, feel flushed in every part of your body, feel your hole clench around nothing and whine aloud because of it.

“Too much f’you?” He asks cockily. “We haven’t even made it inside yet, baby. How are you gonna handle it then, hmm?”

How indeed.

now with a part two here.

[mykoreanlove]

serum 💦

Minho groaned dramatically as he rushed back into the bathroom and took a seat on the tub behind you.

„Kitten, you are doing skincare for hours. When is this finally over? The cats need you!“ His whining reminded you of a little boy. You smiled sheepishly while applying silky lotion all over your body.

„Are you sure it’s the cats who need me?“

He rolled his chestnut colored eyes at you, never wanting to admit his vulnerability.

„Yes. They do. And maybe… I do, too.“ Your left brow rose in surprise. „Only maybe? Well, then I can take my time I guess.“

Minho got up hastily and swung his arms around your body. „I lied. I need you, kitten. Please don’t make me wait any longer.“ He placed kisses on the back of your neck as he looked at you pleasingly. „Please, y/n.“

You loved how much he needed you. When you two first started dating he was so closed off and cold but now it’s like he’s pouring his innermost feelings out to you without even thinking about it. It warmed your heart knowing that he trusted you that much. And at the same time it turned you on - badly. Minho was not one to beg often but when he did? Instant panty dropper. Something about his lowered body language and glistening eyes made you feel powerful and dominant – feelings that were normally his to occupy in your relationship.

Your voice was hoarse, you were already vividly imagining what was about to come. „I.. I‘ll hurry up, Min.“

This moment of vulnerability only lasted for a short moment as Minho decided to take another route by showing you exactly what he thought of your pre-bedtime agenda.

He was pampering you with kisses as his hands roamed your body. Minho sensed you getting wet just by touching you like this, knowing exactly what his little kitten liked. Your head fell back on his broad shoulders as he was playing with the hem of your lacy thong, his long fingers sliding in effortlessly. Little moans escaped your lips as you were trying to steady yourself.

„What’s wrong kitten? Are you too distracted to do your skin care?“

His tone was malicious but you didn’t care. You let out a deep moan as his index finger found your clit, massaging it lightly. He sucked in his breath, getting harder by the second.

„Fuck, how are you so wet already?“ Minho thrusted harder against you, pushing you against the hard sink. The cold marble felt amazing against your hot skin, almost as amazing as his throbbing cock against your ass cheeks.

„Min“, you huffed out.

„Yes, kitten?“

„Let’s go to the bedroom. Please.“ He chuckled into your ear and intensified the pressure on your clit.

„Baby, we can’t. You still need to do your skincare“, he cooed into your ear. You grew impatient - the audacity this man had.

„Min, I swear to god. Will you fuck me already?“

He didn’t need to hear that twice.

His fingers slid into your dripping pussy - without a warning which made you tense up only to become even more aroused. He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, fastening the pace as he pleased. You felt so good, he made you feel so fucking good.

„Kitten?“ You were at the brink of your first orgasm.

„Yeah?“

„Remember how you prioritized your skincare over me?“

Eyes filled with lust and a hunger for dominance looked directly at you. You tried your best holding his gaze but failed as he was sliding in three fingers by now.

„I want you to do it. Do your skincare.“

You were too distracted to argue so you complied. You reached for the remaining products, all while trying not to come on his fingers. The bathroom was filled with sounds of Minho‘s shallow breathing, your melodic moans and the wetness of your core. You applied the eye cream as he was quickening the pace.

„Oh god, Minho, wait!“

He wasn’t having it.

„Do your skin care kitten, you now understand what you get by prioritizing it over me. Come on.“

You grabbed the lip mask and applied the thick cream on your plush lips only to part them right after as your boyfriend was massaging your clit now.

„Fuck I- I -Min!“

He smirked seductively at you, trying to last a little longer.

„Do I Make you feel good, kitten? Because you make me feel so good.“

He pushed himself against you even harder. Your hands trailed behind your back to his pants, wanting his dick so badly.

„Hmmm kitten, did you not forget something?“

His eyes darted to the serum on the right. You were too fucked out to notice that you had applied everything in the wrong order but so what? You grabbed the little glass bottle and opened it. You applied three drops on your face - forehead, cheeks and chin. It was nearly see-through and thick, staying on your face until you rubbed it in. But before you did you noticed Minho‘s eyes widen with even more desire. You smirked as you knew exactly what he was thinking.

„Min, do you like my new serum?“

Your question pulled him out of his daydream. You placed your index finger on your cheek and slowly smeared it all over your face, not breaking eye contact once. His breathing got heavier as he let go of your waist and started touching himself. Your eyes widened in shock as you realized that he was jerking off.

You turned around, wanting to help as he motioned you to go down on your knees. You followed his orders and looked up at him - even though he was doing the filthiest things he still seemed divine to you.

„Kitten“, he barely spoke. Sweat was forming on his forehead, his sharp jaw tensed as he was about to come for you. Your excitement grew bigger and bigger.

„Yes?“

You tried to get closer to him, eager to suck him off and swallow his delicious cum. You loved how he made you feel so dirty, as if you were doing the naughtiest things just for him. Minho smirked at you, he loved how eager you were for him. He loved how much you would take for him, just because you wanted him that much. He shook his head and denied your request to suck him off though. You started sulking until you heard his explanation.

„Before we do that kitten, let me do this.“

Minho came all over your face, covering you with his shimmery cum just how he liked it. He looked down at you, a mixture of love and possession in his aroused eyes. He placed his thumb on your cheek and smeared his own cum all over your pretty features.

„See kitten, I think my serum is way better for you.“

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Iron, Scream_kinh, and ComfyB; Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it.

Kon is kneeling on the bed completely naked, and Tim and Bernard are both still sitting against the headboard completely dressed. That was hot while he was "showing off" for them, but now . . .

"C'mon already, I showed you both the goods," he says, flashing them both a flirty, dirty grin that Cissie once resignedly called a "panty-dropper" of an expression before much less resignedly proving that it was, and will hopefully have similar effects on the opposite end of the gender spectrum. "Lemme see what you're packing."

"Alright," Tim says, the corner of his own mouth quirking in amusement. "It's only fair, I suppose."

"Well we're definitely not gonna measure up, but I guess we do need our dicks out to actually fuck you the way you so clearly deserve to be, yeah," Bernard says with a laugh, leaning back on his hands. Kon wants to get on top of him right now, hearing that "deserve". Even just as a jokey aside, it's–affecting, yeah.

"Yeah, you do," he agrees, grinning wider. "So lemme see what I deserve, then."

"Oh, well, you are a guest, we should be hospitable," Bernard replies graciously, making a magnanimous gesture with one hand before unzipping his jeans. Tim lets out a quiet chuckle and takes one last picture of Kon before unzipping his too, and then both of them, well . . . then both of them pull out their cocks for him. Neither of them is fully hard, but they're both visibly turned on, and Kon tilts his head and just . . . looks, for a moment.

Tim's skin is unsurprisingly paler and Bernard's apparently a natural blond, and they're both significantly smaller than him but pretty comparably sized to each other, and both cut. And it's not like he really pays all that much attention to other dudes' dicks, like, ever, but they both look really . . .

Kon, momentarily, wonders how quick he could get them both fully hard.

And also how they'd both look then.

"Huh, yeah, your dicks absolutely do look good to me, weird," he says, mildly surprised by that realization but less surprised by the immediate temptation to just grab them both at once and touch. He is, after all, who he is as a person. "Alright, I guess not weird, all things and gay space rocks considered, but I still feel like it should be weird."

"Too weird?" Tim asks, looking just barely cautious. Kon shoots him a dubious look and grabs a condom out of the box Bernard dug out of the nightstand for them.

"Tim, you absolute moron, if you in any way prevent me from choking myself on your cock for your boyfriend's entertainment, I will never fucking forgive you," he says.

"Seconded," Bernard says.

"Ngh," Tim says. Kon, as a man with the correct and appropriate priorities, tears open the condom and then gets immediately distracted by the sight of bright lime-green latex and can't help brightening up a bit himself in delight.

"Oh these are candy-colored, fuck yeah," he says approvingly. "Are they flavored too?"

". . . I vetoed the flavored ones but now I'm deeply regretting that decision, to be honest," Tim admits, his face flushing, and Kon mock-pouts at him.

"Booooo, no fun," he says. "Bet Starfire and Nightwing would've had the flavored ones."

"Tim, can I just marry your bestie? Is that cool?" Bernard asks with a wide grin, looking pretty damn delighted himself. "Is our relationship there yet, where I can marry your stupidly hot best friend and his aesthetically perfect dick and you'll be fine with it?"

"Excuse you, I am obviously the kept boy in this scenario," Kon huffs, flicking the torn condom wrapper in the direction of Tim's trash can. "I look like marriage material to you?"

"You look like the last party favor in a Vegas honeymoon suite in the middle of Pride, and I very much mean that as a compliment," Bernard says feelingly. Which, well, Kon absolutely did automatically take it as one, he didn't actually need the clarification there.

Though he does appreciate it, admittedly.

Tim doesn't tell him what to do this time, but Kon kinda already has a goal in mind here, so he just grins flirty and dirty at them both again and leans forward towards Tim, giving him a wink as he wags the unwrapped condom at him.

"You still look good in green, right, man?" he asks teasingly. Tim visibly swallows, and Kon watches his pupils dilate.

And he feels his cock twitch.

Fuck, Kon loves his TTK.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Panty Dropper

@callm3senpaii was so kind tagging me in this and I know I should have been asleep but I couldn't stop thinking about stuff to write. Will I be tired today? I probably already am. Will it be worth dragging my ass around? Most definitely.

Things they do that have me throwing my panties on the floor and my ankles in the air:

TOJI :

~ The bulge in his pants and the scar on his lips.

~ When he stands, sits, when he's hard. Especially if he wants to hug me or pull me down onto his lap. And if he looks at me and licks the scar, I'm immediately flooding my pants. I don't know what it is about scars, whether they're on chests, arms, faces, backs (omfg backssss). They're just so fucking sexy to me. I want to lick them all.

~ He'll press that mass right into me. Knowing damn well what he's doing. Same with the scar, he knows wtf is up. If he wants my attention but doesn't want to have to say that he wants it, he'll just stare at me and lick the corner of his mouth until I'm dropping down on his face.

~ It gets worse the longer we're out of the house. Having to show self-restraint and not drop to my knees and rip his low-hanging pants from his godlike hips is not #1 on my to-do list.

~ HE IS, though.

REINER :

~ Jesus Christ. The way he would hold me all the time. How he can flip-flop between being gentle one minute to shoving my back up against any hard surface that was easily accessible, rolling and grinding his hips into me.

~ How needy he can be sometimes is so hot. Like, he can't fucking live another second without burying his face in my cunt or stuffing me full of his cock. Or tongue. Let's be real, the man loves to eat.

~ He's also emotional AND emotionally stupid. He tries to express himself and sometimes he just gets so pissed off that he doesn't have the words that he'll shut down. And I wouldn't be able to sit by and watch him beat himself up about some shit that happened 10 years ago. I'd have to climb up on his lap and start rubbing my ass all over him to get his focus to shift.

~ Watching him hold a baby would make every single good egg I had left drop down, ready to create life with him. He's so fucking big and seeing him hold something so small and fragile would make me insane with lust. (As if I'm not always DTF this guy). I'd whisper in his ear to give the baby back to her (yes, it would be a baby girl, all pinked out) parents because I need him upstairs shooting his hot load into me and telling me how much he wants to fuck a baby into me and watch my body change while nurturing life (WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT COME FROM. LITERALLY WHAT. TF.)

~ His sweet gestures would kill me so softly. He would bring me a wild flower that he saw somewhere while he was out. Or he'd bring me a little succulent clipping that he snagged while he was at Home Depot getting stuff to make the rack to hold our sex swing that was going to be delivered in 2 days. 1 if the mail runs a little faster than anticipated.

~ I don't know how else to articulate this other than to tell you that we'd dance like they do in Dirty Dancing (the OG movie. Not the remake shit). You know how Baby and Johnny danced with each other when they'd basically straddle each others thighs and just grind while his hands were on her ass and she was clinging to him to keep herself from falling over backwards, even though there was no way in hell that he'd ever let go of her. And how he'd turn me around and have my back to his chest while we're just like, making our hips go in circles while we're in the living room listening to songs like "Cry To Me." Fucking shoot me now, please. I can't stand another minute without this guy.

Sanemi :

~ This motherfucker. His lack of personal space with me would be irritating at first. Like, he would always come to bed with me at the same time. Sleep smooshed up next to me, even during summer months when it's too hot to lay like that unless you have 3 box fans pointing at you (and I DO) just to take the edge off of the humidity swarming around you. But eventually, when he'd stay up to do something, video games or working out, whatever, and I go to bed alone, I definitely would just lay there and miss him. So I'd call for him and he'd come peek his head in the room and ask me what I need.

~ I'd admit that I need him because I'm so goddamn used to feeling his body next to me that I don't know what to do with myself when I'm not all tangled up in him. I just toss and turn not feeling grounded in my own bed.

~ So he'll turn off all the lights because he's a responsible electricity user and do his bedtime routine then finally come in and lay with me.

~ But he's not really tired. And he will turn over to face me and starts rubbing my thigh with his left hand, sloooowwwlllyy going higher until he's got his fingers dancing over the waistband of my --- wait, I won't be wearing panties. Scratch that. He'd play with the hem of my t-shirt and inch his way between my thighs until my knees are opening up for him.

~ "You still not tired?" is all he'd have to say to me in his deep, husky nighttime voice and I'd pull him over on top of me because I can't resist his voice, even in the daytime. But there's just something about his voice at night that does me in. It's heavy with the days weight and he wants to let go of everything. And I would help him with all that shiz.

LEVI

~ There are several things that he would do that'd lead to my clothes spontaneously disappearing.

~ If I walked in on him cleaning ANYTHING my pants would combust on the spot. There is something about a man who takes tidiness seriously. And no one takes it more seriously that Levi.

~I would try to get him to wear nothing but an apron to clean stuff up in, but he'd just call me a dumbass and continue his dusting.

~ When he is getting annoyed with me and his voice gets all disciplinary and starts yelling at me a little bit to "Knock my shit off", it's only going to egg me on more.

~ I would love to push his buttons until he was beating my ass over the kitchen table, counter, dishwasher, shower, closet, cat food dish. Idfc.

~ Also when he would drive us somewhere, he'd have his hand on my thigh and subconsciously rub and squeeze it whenever he'd get pissed off at the other idiots on the road.

~ It would be the way that he'd kiss me goodbye in the morning and then he would pull away only to lean in for a deeper kiss as his hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

~ The way the heat from his cock would warm me wherever it pressed into me as he was trying to leave for work that day. "I'm working from home today, yes. Yes, thank you. I'll be in tomorrow," he looks at me, "Possibly."

[pollenallergie]

“tommy, maybe you should put on some music, yeah? you know, to set the mood?” you suggest coyly as you toy with the little bow at the front of bra, in between the two cups. it matches the bow at the front of your panties and is the ribbons in your hair, the whole set making you look ethereal.

tom gulps, “uh, yeah,” he clears his throat, “yeah, baby, that’s a great idea.”

he hops up from the bed, leaving you all alone, sprawled out on the full-sized mattress that the caravan came with. tom rushes over to his stereo and puts in a CD that he burned last week. the title of the CD? ‘tom’s guaranteed knicker-droppers’. he presses play and skips to track 5. you expect him to crawl back onto the bed so that he can hover above you, with his hips aligned with yours and his elbows on either side of your head to keep him propped up, the way he was before. instead, however, he stands at the end of the bed and smirks at you as the song starts to play.

mere seconds later you hear it, the unmistakeable flute-like notes over the synth-like keyboard playing. it can only be one song. it has to be the song you’re thinking of. but surely he wouldn’t… not tonight… it’s your first anniversary…

your supicions are confirmed the moment a cheeky, mischievous grin breaks out on your boyfriend’s face as he starts rocking and swiveling his hips in a way that should be seductive but, when combined with how he shimmies his shoulders, is really just entirely silly.

oh, dear god, he’s done it.

it’s… christ…

tom laughs as a look of recognition and shock dawns on your face, but he never stops dancing. you can’t help but laugh with him, despite the fact that he’s completely ruined the serious, romantic, sensual moment the two of you were having just a few seconds ago.

“tom, what are you doing?!” you shriek as he starts coming close to the foot of the bed, closer to you. he gently tugs on your feet, bringing you closer to the edge of the bed, and beckons you to sit up. you reluctantly oblige, all while still laughing at the show he’s putting on.

“i’m seducing you, lovey. thought that was obvious!” tom exclaims. “since you decided to dress up in this pretty little number, i figure,” he groans as he briefly pauses dancing to quickly take his top off, the collar getting caught on his nose and a button or two getting caught on his chain making it quite a feat to remove the article of clothing. once he’s gotten it off, he flings it to the side carelessly and continues speaking and, unfortunately, dancing too. “i figured i’d return the favor by giving you a little,” he pauses to reach down and take his shoes off, chucking them haphazardly across the room before continuing, “a little striptease.”

he shucks his pants off quickly, leaving him in just his socks and boxers as he starts doing one of his signature moves, “the snake hips,” swiveling and circling his hips in a way that hilariously makes his cock fly forward and hit the fabric of his boxers, giving you a brief, clear view of the silhouette of it through the cotton, every so often. he looks absolutely ridiculous and, as much as you hate to admit it, unfairly hot right now.

“it’s sexy, right?” tom asks, mostly joking, as he turns around and starts shaking what little junk he has in the trunk for you. his bum is actually bigger than you anticipated it being when you first started hanging out with him, prior to dating, but he’s definitely no henry cavill, not that you mind, of course. you love him just the way he is… even when he’s being a total ham.

you roll your eyes, “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously hot?” he asks while looking over his shoulder at you.

“unfortunately so.”

[mermaidsirennikita]

spicy book recs?

alright let's see

Sierra Simone writes theee best erotic romance, some of my faves include:

The New Camelot trilogy. Kinky King Arthur--very literally a modern King Arthur retelling in which King Arthur is [drumroll] Maxen Ashley "Ash" Colchester, president, erstwhile war hero, and absolute panty dropper, Lancelot his VP Embry Lance (never forget his middle name is Lance) Moore, my favorite romance character ever, and his first lady is Greer Galloway, the girl who heard a prophecy that was like "please don't kiss anyone" and went "okay I'll kiss everyone". MMF, kinky, angsty, dramatic.

Thornchapel. Quartet about six friends who accidentally awoke a gothic looming horror thing as kids and then continue to awake it as adults with kinky sex rituals. Kinda like The Secret History x Picnic at Hanging Rock x Brideshead Revisited with a dash of occult. Two core romances, one is MMF (childhood friends to enemies to lovers and the girl they both love) and one is FF. TW for incest(?). Very kinky, much group sex and sharing occurs.

Priest. One of her more.... approachable books, about a Catholic priest who falls for a woman who tells him all the shit she's done in confession. Also kinky.

Salt Kiss. Just out, a spinoff from New Camelot that retells Tristan and Isolde but with Tristan as a bodyguard and Mark as his boss who he falls in love with before he meets Isolde, who he promptly also falls in love with. Salt in the Wound is a novella that should be read first, ab out Mark and Isolde. Kinky, queer, intense.

Grace Callaway writes really fun historical romances that lean towards the more erotic. Usually, there's a girl who boldly ventures into danger, and a hero who's like "my god I find her brash impulsiveness compelling, I must eat her out and tell her she's bad".

I really love her Lady Charlotte's Society of Sirens series, which is like, Charlie's Angels but Victorian.

Olivia and the Masked Duke. Age gap D/s romance, bratty heroine paired with a hero who's like "I'm your dad's friend, I can't do this"... but she's obsessed after seeing him spank another woman, so she's pretty determined to make it happen.

Pippa and the Prince of Secrets. Childhood sweethearts reunite after her shitty husband dies. Hero is scarred and runs a band of child spies (I died). They're both really into exhibition and ye olde sex swing.

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl. Feisty diamond of the season girl ends up in a marriage of convenience with a stern earl. Both of them are basically spies undercover, but neither of them knows lol. She's very bratty with him.

Glory and the Master of Shadows. Heroine gets mentored in badassery by the hero, who's desperately trying to resist her because he's Tainted and she's Fresh and Innocent. At one point he eats her out against the wall while her parents are sleeping with the door open down the hall.

You want a mafia romance? Try Mila Finelli. Her Kings of Italy series kicks off with Mafia Mistress & Mafia Darling, a duet about a girl who is kidnapped to marry this mafioso's son, but the dad like "nah, I want you, be my mistress". My favorite in the series is Mafia Madman, which is about a fucking lunatic blowing up a bar to kidnap the heroine for Revenge. He chains her to his bed and they have an enemies to lovers situation because she keeps telling him he ain't shit and he's like "sadly I am entranced by her". Mafia Target is an M/M assassin/target book, most excellent.

In terms of "contemporary sex club" books, I'd recommend The Salacious Players Club, which is about a group of friends who start a sex club (with two additional installments about the most noteworthy patrons of the club). Each book deals with a different kink--praise kink with an age gap, femdom, voyeurism, "we think I'm a cuck but actually me and my wife and my best friend are just mutually in love with each other", daddy kink, etc.

Joanna Shupe (who is also Mila Finelli) writes pretty hot historicals. I would recommend especially

My Dirty Duke. Victorian novella, age gap, heroine falls for her dad's best friend and he takes sexy old timey pics of her.

Sold to the Duke. Heroine enters an auction for her virginity to save her sister from destitution, gets bought by her dead brother's best friend who's like "I'm not going to take what I bought" and she's like "oh yes you are dude.

Her Uptown Girls trilogy is about three sisters who bop around Gilded Age NYC, getting into trouble with 1) dad's lawyer 2) casino owner attempting to ruin dad because revenge 3) powerful gangster. Very hot and very fun.

Fifth Avenue Rebels is my favorite series by her. It starts off with a house party in Newport and then continues into all the drama after. Recommending reading in order, they're all good, and they lead up to one of my favorites, The Duke Gets Even, about the uptight duke and wild child heiress who've been circling each other for the previous books. Very hot, and they both enjoy rough sex.

S.M. LaViolette (who is Minerva Spencer) writes hot historicals. I just finished her Seducers trilogy, which follows three sex workers/former sex workers from the same brothel as they meet people and fall in love with much drama and high stakes. Hot and romantic as fuck. TW: all of the books feature trauma in the past, but little to none is on the page

Paranormals? Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark, which is full of vampires, werewolves, witches, and everything else falling in love and having lots of sex across the world. Long running and pretty violent, so check your TWs, especially for the older ones.

Passion by Lisa Valdez is a really wild erotic historical romance with a hero and heroine who start fucking as soon as they meet in the first chapter. Behind a screen the first go. She has a magic vagina that his massive cock can fit into as a miracle basically.

I mean... if you're willing to go, uh, bold as fuck, Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners is very erotic. Everyone is polyamorous, everyone is bi, it kicks off with a British editor visiting a novelist to work with her, and oops, she's a dominatrix. The central three characters are that dominatrix, Nora, her long time on again/off again lover/dom Soren, who is...a Catholic priest with a sadism fetish... and Kingsley, who owns this kink club Soren and Nora are respectively the #1 and #2 top dogs at. There is a LOT of sadomasochism in this series, a lot of kinky shit, a lot of angst, dubcon and noncon. There's also... some shit I don't think would be written today, like a good amount of underage sex, severely morally questionable relationships, and I don't loooove some of the dynamics written (Kingsley and his long-term partner Juliette make me question much). The writing is beautiful, the characters and dynamics are fascinating, but it's definitely something you should dig into before reading.

But I can't lie, Nora, Soren, and Kingsley have a spellbinding dynamic. It's fucked, but it compels me so. I will add, there were 8 original books (not standalones) and then she revived the series years later. Stop at the first 8 (and their assorted companion novellas and short stories).

[babydollmarauders]

https://www.tumblr.com/babydollmarauders/740439564609568768/why-do-i-feel-like-john-marino-is-just-a-natural?source=share

panty dropper I can’t😫 but it’s so true when he is flirting he knows he’s got the girl hooked cuz he’s so hot

WELL HE IS 😭

literally!! he KNOWS he’s hot and great at flirting, so he knows he has the girl hooked immediately

[deamazed]

@asundered / nick: [ read ] your muse reading something to mine.

My life is a goddamn romance novel — the kind that makes the post-menopausal flush, and teenage girls across the globe flutter with anticipation. Nick is a sweetheart — he has charm. I think that’s just about the highest complement anyone could have: oh, him? That guy’s charming. It’s better than handsome — anyone can be handsome. And anyone can be funny. But charming? Oh, that’s the real panty-dropper. The real fuck-me-gently precursor. (This man of mine is smart, wonderful, a complete catch (!) and better than all that, he’s all mine.)

It’s just me, my man, and a well-loved, spine-bent Jane Austen novel between the sheets. It’s so hot, it’s borderline pornographic, the way his cutesy little accent peeks through the o’s and draws out the r’s. They say you can take the boy out of the Midwest, but you can’t take the Midwest out of the boy, and I, for one, fucking adore it.

He challenges me. If you’ve been reading along, you know that it’s not exactly an easy task — I’ve fucked drummers, played with college boys, twirled my hair and kicked my heels over corporate hasbros, but never quite like this.

I’m going to marry this man.

He holds me close, and mumbles his way through Pride and Prejudice without so much as a hesitation — this is the man. The fabled One that stalks every young girl’s unconscious mind. This is the man of my dreams, and I’m doing everything to keep him tangible. He might fall out of my grip if I stray too far from our bed.

He’s looking at me, and I just want to cry. (With happiness, might I just add. The hot wings and the blowjobs aside, I’ve made myself the girl of his dreams, too. The up-for-anything, tie-my-hair-back, swallow-don’t-spit wild card that keeps him right on his toes and supports him through the ins-and-outs of New York life. I’m the coolest fucking woman in his life.)

“If you keep reading to me, I’m going to have to have sex with you, Nick Dunne.”

[dontsh0vethesun]

Early season 3 Emily (before she got the bangs, when she had the way hair) is such a panty dropper omg she gets girls left and right at the bar I KNOW ITSNSUSNS

YEAH YES YEEEAHHHHHH YEYYEYYEEYYESSSS

clean up, aisle my panties FR FR FR

she wouldn't even need a pick up line, she'd just walk over OMG THAT LITTLE CROOK OF HER EYEBROW SHE DOES UUGGHHHHHHHHHH - that and a smirk and she's SET

omfg and she wouldn't OFFER to buy someone a drink, she'd just be like 'i ordered you a drink' and it would be their usual order bc she's just hot and smart like that

im about to combust

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 0 out 5

Loving Whiskey has a little bit of everything! The story follows Willow/Whiskey, a girl unlucky in love, who meets Mr. Colton Royce and its love at first sight.

Colt Royce is one hell of a charmer and knows exactly who and what he wants. And gets it.

Those who love fast-paced relationships will fall in love with Whiskey and Colt. There’s lots of humor, a bit of drama, a few tendrils of steam, and a dash of angst. This was such a fun read and I adored it very much.

Now normally, I’m not a fan of so many characters being introduced, but Whiskey’s girls and the Panty Droppers, and Noni and her cronies was excellent. I loved the drama of so many relationships (and am definitely hoping to see these couples in future books) and the craziness of the older generation.

As I mentioned before, this really was a fun read.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* Wow. Willow’s brother-in-law is a douchebag.

* Yeah. I would murder my best friend if they tried setting me up with the creepy cousin too lol.

* Okay, so I know Beck isn’t the main male lead here, but I want him. Please? But all jokes aside, I need to know what went on between him and Mila.

* And Levi too? Oh my god. This bar has staffed hot men. And this one has a thing with Luna? Do I sense future books?

* Oh, colt. You did not just “darlin’” Whiskey. If I’m swooning, she’s definitely swooning.

* Tails and Halo are a riot haha.

* Colt is really bold. How is Whiskey not in a puddle right now 😂

* Cho-cha loca = crazy pussy 😂 lmfao. You learn something new every day.

* What is it with everyone cockblocking them 😒

* Oh god. Noni and her cronies went to scope out Whiskey 😂

* Aww man. Things were going so good with Colt and Whiskey. I don’t like the hurt feelings.

* These old ladies are insane.

* What the fuck is Vet doing at the Punch Bar..?

* Oh man. I love the guys knocking Curtis down a few pegs. Fuck that guy.

* Lmao. The girls showed the old ladies Fifty Shades of Grey 😂

* But fuck, man. This Curtis dude needs his ass kicked.

* Lmao. Mila put Colt’s ex in her place.

* And what the fuck, Beck?! You need to chill, dude.

* Oh. Poor, Sofia.

* Lmfao. Everyone’s ex’s just coming in for some drama.

* Thank god for Luca. Fuck Curtis! He deserved that.

* Aww. Luna and Levi… it can’t end like this for them.

* “I love you, Willow Mae Lawson. I knew I wanted you the moment you ran into me on my first day. You were immediately embedded in my every thought. Everything about you lights me up. Marry me baby.”

[all-4-wincest]

I just finished reading this A-FUCKING-MAZING FIC!!! My friends, it’s really, really HOT!!! It’s Walker x Priestly, and UNF, there’s some amazing HOT ART to go with it!!!

You can find the amazingly talented author on Twitter @ArrowFoster, Merewen76. I’m not sure about a Tumblr blog.

You can find the stunningly talented artist on Twitter @merakieros , Andy. Tumblr blogs is the same.

Do yourself a favor, CHECK THIS OUT!!! I promise, y’all won’t be disappointed!!

XOXO, Liz

🔥🔥🔥

😜😜😜

❤️❤️❤️

[twinkrespecter]

y’all like to make fun of men having pictures with the fishes they caught on tinder but for me that’s hot as fuck. It tells me he has a hobby, leaves the house at least sometimes, has a friend that takes a picture of him, and most importantly, that he has killed. absolute panty dropper

[rbeljedi]

amidalc

  luke ‘imperial girls are easy’ skyw.alker

bio mum is judging u for calling girls easy luke no blue milk for a week !!!

i mean fair. but also there’s an imperial senator literally clutching her pearls about how “””dangerous””” jedi are and them damn “””””””rebel scums””””””””

[sublimecatgalaxy]

fezco x fem!reader

fezco is so whipped he treats reader like a princess and everyone teases him about it but he doesn’t care bc in the bedroom 🥵

Okay, so I'm gonna make a headcannon for this because I got a lot of shit going on in my head for this one😭😂

Warnings: I feel like it's a given. It's Fez, he's hot, this one is SAUCY.

- Fez never thought anyone could have him feeling the way that his girl does.

- He typically didn't get involved in other people's business unless it directly involved him.

- But with you? Anything that involved you involved him.

- He's protective to say the least, always touching you in some way shape or form.

- He knew from early on that he wanted to spoil you and though you disliked where the money was coming from, you loved it nonetheless.

- Whether it be gifts, a nice dinner, a new lingerie set for the bedroom.

- He didn't care. You could have it all if you wanted it.

- Ash would be the first one to call him 'whipped'.

- At first he'd probably be a little embarrassed by the term.

- But then he would take pride in it.

- Every time someone would call him 'whipped', he would simply reply with 'damn right'.

- He loved that you knew how much he would do anything for you.

- You were very aware that he would go to the ends of the world just to put a smile on your face.

- Ash also liked to call him bitch baby and you would laugh loudly at this one.

- Fez would be grumpy, hating that he's anyone's bitch.

- But then he'd remember it's you. He didn't care how anyone perceived him, only you.

- And sure, he might be a big baby for you in public, but in the bedroom...

- Lol. WOW.

- It was amazing how fast he could go from his softer side to a complete and utter panty dropper.

- I mean, he's a panty dropper all the time, but specifically in bed.

- And the fact that you didn't mind the quick change, his hand around your throat, absolutely fucking you until your voice was raw and tears were rushing down your cheeks, he loved it.

- He didn't care about the marks left on your neck from hours of his lips nibbling and exploring. He wanted them there.

- And so did you.

- He loved the fact that you loved him so much that you would gladly walk around with the marks out in the open.

- He liked that it kept other guys away when he wasn't there to stop them from gawking at you.

- Regardless of the rough sex, he still is the biggest switch in the whole world because after a long time spent in between your thighs, he would be in your arms, not wanting to move.

- Just a big baby.

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[mrkis]

I love how the fandom collectively sees Jeno as a rough lover, and BOY is he a panty dropper. Like I swear to god, this man has me on the biggest chokehold ever 😩😩 I kinda think he'd be the type to let loose in the bedroom, but like really turn 180 during sex, no eye smiles, no nothing. I can totally see him do sth kinky like ropes and blindfolds, pushing his partner to the edge only to not let them climax. Although, he'd probably be all soft after and will do plenty of aftercare. 😩 Ugh, I'm such a whore for him.. How do I get a Jeno?? 😭

jeno is sooo the type to come up to you and be like '(◜◡◝) sex?' all innocent and sweet but the second you agree, his attitude changes completely. he's on you immediately either ripping off your clothes or he makes you do it yourself.

i'm big on jeno constantly having his hand around your throat OR OR OR having a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at him (or to pull on if he's fucking you from behind). the idea of him using ropes is hot but i feel like he likes the idea of him telling you not to touch him while your hands are free. he likes watching you grip the sheets or clench your fists in desperation. blindfolds? yes. he doesn't want you knowing his next move... he just wants you to feel him. probably edges you like seven times before allowing you to cum but then he overstims you to get to his own release, pushing your legs up to your chest or even over his shoulders, fingers rubbing messy circles on your clit fuck

then after its done, he takes the blindfold off and he's like (◜◡◝) ily