#ok ok they also call him sexy and confident too

[preeningpisces]

Nanami NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate/write something about any of these

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby fem!reader

Enjoy! 💙

☆ Starting controversial agaaaain, but like I said with Toji, I just don’t see him being a hard dom either. This man will never call you a whore, would be offended if you requested he call you a bitch or cumdump—I think he’d be okay with slut, but he wouldn’t say that unless you ask

☆ Very firm about his boundaries, he won’t do anything he doesn’t feel comfortable doing & you won’t be able to change his mind. Very respectful of yours & will never push them

☆ Lowkey loves to be praised & doted on. His ears turn very pink when you tell him how good he’s making you feel, or how big his cock is, or if you tell him his voice is sexy

☆ The fact you find his voice sexy confuses him—he thinks it’s too monotone, and he isn’t exactly the smoothest guy out there with his words. He’s not very talkative in general, and that extends to sex as well. Once you express how much it turns you on, however, he will dirty talk more, and more often as he builds confidence doing it (dirty talk is hard you guys, be patient with him!!!)

☆ Nanami is stiff, and awkward when your sexual relationship begins. He doesn’t have a ton of experience, and his stoic nature can make moments of passion challenging for him. If you’re more experienced, you’ll probably take the lead, and it’s something he’s very thankful for.

☆ If you’re less or equally experienced, he’ll take the lead. He’ll be honest about his own lack of experience, and the two of you will explore uncharted territory together—so sweet

☆ Even during the early stages when he’s awkward his intensity, observant nature, generosity, and thoroughness have an allure of their own

☆ He definitely warms up with time though, so don’t fret. Sex has never been at the forefront of his mind, so he discovers his kinks/preferences through your relationship

☆ As I said before, Nanami is a very generous lover; making you feel good makes him feel good. He’s the type that can come from eating you out, which is especially hot if he’s dressed in those formal clothes of his

☆ He loves toys, uses a vibrator on you almost everytime you have sex. Nanami is a very practical person; the vibrator makes you feel so good, and allows him to put more focus on other ways of pleasing you—why wouldn’t he use it? The notion that some men hate them bc they threaten their egos bewilders him

☆ Your vibrators are basically never dead because Nanami is on TOP of those things; he’s gotta make sure it’s ready for whenever the mood strikes you guys. The days you’re home and he’s at work you’ll occasionally get a ‘is the vibrator on the charger?’ text, reminding you like a parent would their kid about the chicken they’re supposed to thaw LMFAO

☆ Not a tease at all. If you say please he’s gonna do it!! If you tell him you want to be teased in the bedroom he’ll try his best but it doesn’t take much before he relents :/

☆ Breeding kink yes, but I just KNOW he’s a vasectomy man (unless yall decide to pop some kiddos out). He’s just too responsible to be risky, & doesn't want his partner to feel obliged to take on the responsibility of birth control all alone. Perfect man, truly

☆ Nanami loves some good ol’ fashioned missionary—who doesn’t? But he also really enjoys positions where he can just hold you close, and focus on the intimacy of the moment and the physical sensations rather than the visuals. Prone bone, and cuddlefucking are prime examples; when he rests his head in your neck, his free hand squeezing all your softness, he’s in heaven

☆ Nylons, pantyhose, stockings: wear them if you want to get destroyed. If you got thigh-highs that pinch your leg? Hoooooo boy. He’s not typically a biter, but the squishy parts hanging over the stocking will be gnawed on. Just accept they’ll be bruised, you’ll be ok

☆Nanami is very appreciative of lingerie, and does not tear it off, he’ll have you keep them on the whole time

☆ Huuuuge sucker for scents. Perfume, soap, laundry detergent—he appreciates good smells, and once he starts associating certain smells with you they get him going

[gothcsz]

oh to have javi come over and seduce you when you're out at a bar and then fuck you so good you can't even think straight

tags: f!reader, mentions of infidelity, established relationship, no use of y/n, roleplaying, smut, unprotected p in v sex (be safe), any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

~ 2k w/c - gif cred

a/n: you guys must be stopped! leaving me sexy prompts like this! i have no choice but to write themmmmm! i got an ask a few weeks ago talking about roleplaying with javi and well... i had to incorporate it somehow. also, that one scene in narcos (hence the gif…) hehe enjoy cariño 🖤

You sit hunched over your martini glass, idly swirling the ice. The air in the bar is warm and hazy, filled with laughter and conversations you’re barely aware of.

It’s been a long week—the kind of week that crawls under your skin and leaves you in desperate need of a drink.

You had left work with no destination in mind, eventually finding your way here, hoping your favorite cocktail would smooth out the edges before you had to face the quiet of home.

You take the last sip of your drink just as the bartender places a fresh one in front of you, her lips pulled into a knowing smile. “Courtesy of the cute guy down there,” she says, jerking her head toward the end of the bar. Instinctively, you turn to look.

And he’s… well, calling him cute feels criminally inadequate.

He’s handsome as hell, with dark, captivating eyes and features that would look more at home on the big screen than here, in the half-light of this neighborhood bar.

He smirks like he knows exactly the effect he has. You meet his gaze, lift your glass in acknowledgment, and take a careful sip.

That’s all the invitation he needs. He slides off his stool, weaving his way through the scattered crowd until he’s beside you, easing into the empty seat with a smoothness that feels almost practiced.

The confidence only adds to his appeal.

“Didn’t know people still did this,” you say with a wry smile, though you’re subconsciously reveling in the attention.

You shift your hand subtly, so the glint of your ring catches the light—a reflex, a reminder to yourself and a warning for him.

His gaze sweeps over you with an unapologetic gleam. “Did I come off too strong? Couldn’t help myself, especially not with a beautiful woman drinking alone. Feels like fate.”

You laugh, the sound escaping you before you can stop it. There’s something invigorating about his brazen confidence, and he seems to notice, leaning a little closer.

“He must be out of town or something,” he murmurs, his eyes drifting down to the diamond on your ring finger. “No way he’d let you sit here all by yourself.”

You tilt your chin up a little, defiant. “I’m perfectly capable of going out on my own, thank you very much.”

He hums, a low, amused sound as he lifts his glass and takes a slow sip. The scent of bourbon reaches you, mingling with the subtle notes of smoke and black teakwood radiating from him.

“So you’re married,” He murmurs, more of an observation than a question.

“Three years,” you reply, and when his brow arches with playful curiosity, you can’t help but feel the tiniest thrill. There’s something intoxicating about a stranger’s interest, especially one with beautiful brown eyes that linger just a second longer than they should.

“Three years… Happily?” His words are gentle, teasing, yet they strike a nerve, and you can’t help but tip your head back and giggle, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and his presence loosening something inside you.

“Is this your thing?” you ask, feigning suspicion as you lean toward him, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Chasing after lonely, married women at bars?”

His head tilts slightly, intrigued. “Lonely?” he echoes, the word rolling off his tongue like a test. His brow lifts just a fraction. “Now, don’t tell me he’s not taking care of you.”

You straighten, getting a little defensive. “He does, trust me,” you say, and though you mean it, there’s a flicker of something—a crack in the polished surface you present. “It’s just… his job. He works long hours, and it’s been hard, not seeing each other as much as we used to.”

You’re definitely tipsy, venting to this stranger that’s hitting on you about your marriage and how it’s fallen into a rut recently. To keep yourself from digging yourself a deeper hole, you drink more of your cocktail.

As if sensing the vulnerability behind your words, he leans in closer, his attention unbreakable, drawing you in like a force of gravity. His eyes move, tracing the shape of your lips against your glass, dipping down to the glimpse of lace beneath your blouse.

He lets out a low, exaggerated sigh, shaking his head as he lifts his drink again. “Shame, really,” he murmurs, eyes flicking back to meet yours. “If it were me, no job would keep me from a wife as stunning as you.”

His words hit you like a warm gust of wind, filling you with a sudden, startling awareness of how long it’s been since anyone looked at you like this, made you feel desired. And you can’t really blame your husband, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you said yes to his proposal—how demanding his job is.

But all of your logical reasoning seems to disappear entirely in the presence of this rugged, attractive man.

Your cheeks heat, and instinctively, your thighs press together. He notices, a spark of amusement lighting his face as he leans just a bit closer.

And then, his hand lands on your thigh, his fingers spreading out over the fabric of your pants. It’s a daring move, but there’s something about it that thrills you, and you feel a low hum of excitement settling in your core.

Oh, he’s bold.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, though there’s no true bite in your voice.

“Just testing the waters,” his hand inches slightly higher, fingertips grazing your skin. He leans in, breath warm against your ear, and your skin curls. “Seeing if I’m readin’ things right.”

“Are you?” The words are barely audible, more of a breath than a question, but he hears you.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles that send electricity up your leg.

You swallow, feeling a surge of reckless abandon taking over as you ask, “What’s your name?”

“Javier,” he answers, “Call me Javi. Or whatever you want, really.”

“And what makes you think I’d throw away years of my relationship for one night with you, Javi?”

His smile morphs into a cocky smirk, confidence radiating off him. “Because,” he whispers, eyes glazed over with a heat that makes your pulse race, “I’d make it worth your while.”

For a second, you consider letting him take you on this bar in front of all these people. His hand squeezes your thigh gently, the pressure igniting a spark low in your belly. 

He leans back, his gaze fixed on you as he studies your face, waiting, watching for any sign of permission.

At last, you let out a breath, reaching down to place your hand over his. With a polite smile, you slide it off your leg. “I can tell that handsome face of yours always gets you what you want. That won’t be the case tonight, but I’m flattered. Thank you for the drink, Javier.”

He drags his thumb across his bottom lip, a slow, almost contemplative gesture as his gaze rakes over you one last time. “No problem,” he says, voice dripping with an almost playful disdain. “Have fun with your husband.” His words dance in that gray area between teasing and tempting.

You know better than to stay any longer, aware that another moment with him will get you in trouble. It’s already dangerous that you let his hand linger on you, already a risk that your mind wandered to how blissful a night with him would be. You’re not the kind of person who cheats—or at least, you didn’t think you were.

He downs the rest of his drink, his eyes fixed on you with that lingering, dark curiosity before he finally pushes back, letting the warmth of his presence slip away like a tide retreating, leaving you almost breathless.

You can’t believe yourself, how part of you feels ready to throw caution to the wind for one more minute in his attention. 

A surge of longing—a need to feel desired, to feel seen—overcomes you. Before you can stop yourself, your voice slips out, soft but clear. “Actually…”

He halts, that cocky smile curling at the edges as he turns, his eyes glinting as he faces you, slowly, like a cat stalking back into a room. His grin grows wider, a spark of victory there as he watches you, waiting for what you’ll say.

“I think I could use another drink.”

Your body is flush against Javier’s, his skin hot and slick beneath your fingers as you straddle his lap on the couch. Every inch of you feels alive, heightened, as you move with purpose, grinding down on him like the cock starved woman that you’ve turned into.

He fills you perfectly, stretching and pressing in ways that make your toes curl and your mind blur. Sweat slips down your spine as you cling to him, feeling his mouth on your neck, trailing heated kisses that turn into little bites on your chin, each one sending another jolt of pleasure through you.

His hands are rough and possessive, gripping your ass and guiding your movements, matching the frantic, hungry rhythm you’ve both built together.

There’s nothing but him—the heat, the pressure, the way he’s burying himself in your cunt.

You’re mindless, every thrust bringing you closer to that tipping point. You can feel your pussy tightening around him, already on the edge.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s coaxed you to release tonight. On his tongue, his fingers—each one drowning you in white heat and leaving you gasping.

This one on his cock, though, is building with a tantalizing pressure, leaving you almost immobile as you near it.

Your body is already feeling sore.

“Look so pretty bouncing on my cock.” His praise, laced with his own need, sends you over.

You shudder, your walls clenching around him as you gush your creamy release all over his cock. Your head falls back while another orgasm surges through you, crying out his name.

He growls in response, shifting you beneath him, your back hitting the cushions as he moves over you. His hips snap forward, each thrust sending another shock of pleasure through your oversensitive body until he pulls out with a grunt, fist jerking his cock until his milky release paints across your skin, warm and sticky.

You’re both panting, bodies sated and tangled together in a haze of lust and satisfaction.

He leans his weight onto you, pressing close without a care for the mess between you as he buries his face in your neck, letting your heartbeats slowly calm in sync. 

“Lonely, huh?” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, breaking the cozy silence.

You can’t help but snort softly, fingers finding their way into his dark hair and giving it a playful tug, a gentle reprimand. “It’s true.”

Javier pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes tender and filled with that unmistakable love, deep and unguarded. “I’m sorry, baby,” your husband whispers, shifting up on one arm while his other hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. “I promise it won’t always be like this.”

His words settle into you and you nod, still feeling the lazy warmth in your body from his touch, his kiss. Your legs wrap snugly around his waist, pulling him close. “I know, Javi. I don’t always feel like that, and I see how hard you work to make it home to me.”

He leans down, brushing his nose against yours. You close the distance, pressing a light kiss to his still-swollen lips, savoring the feeling of him so close.

After a beat, he chuckles, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. “Gotta say, the whole ‘strangers at the bar’ thing was kind of hot. Had me wondering just how many guys try their luck when you’re out there alone.”

Your lips curve into a smirk, mirroring his. “Likewise. You’re a natural flirt without meaning to.”

He scoffs playfully, shaking his head. “Other women haven’t existed to me since we met, mi amor.”

Then he goes and says things like that, a reminder of all the little ways he shows you how much you mean to him.

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[therealcocoshady]

Sober Marshall x Drunk Girlfriend HC

Author’s note : wrote this little blurb while I was hungover today. Needed some fluff 🥰. Hope you enjoy it ☀️.

* Though he has been sober for more than fifteen years, he doesn’t mind if people drink when he is around. He literally doesn’t care if he is at dinner and everyone else is drinking wine while he has water or soda.

* Same goes for you, his significant other. He doesn’t mind if you drink a little. If you were a raging alcoholic, it’d be different, but seeing as you only drink on occasion, he doesn’t mind.

* He knows your drink of choice and orders it for you the you’re on a date.

* He thinks you’re adorable when you’re tipsy. He likes that a little happy juice gives you the confidence that you sometimes lack.

* You also get more vocal about how sexy you think he is and he enjoys it way too much.

* He absolutely likes to make fun of you if drinking makes you dizzy or if you start slurring your words.

* He doesn’t particularly enjoy the thought of you being out drinking, but he is happy to be the one you call after a night out.

* If you guys don’t live together, he will offer to come and pick you up (at least, when you’re with him, he knows you’re safe and not all drunk and vulnerable after a night out)

* If you live together, he likes when you come home. He will never admit to it but he has trouble sleeping when he knows you’re out drinking because he knows how men can be with drunk girls. He usually waits until you get home to fall asleep.

* If you get easily horny when you’re drinking, he doesn’t necessarily oblige, though, depending on your drunkenness. A little tipsy is ok but he will not touch you if you’re drunk. He likes his woman fully present and consenting.

* Even if you give your explicit consent, if he thinks you’re too drunk, he pushes you away.

* « You’re too drunk, babygirl. Let’s just cuddle, ok ? »

* « You’ll have me when you’re sober, don’t worry » 😉

* Plus, being sober, he doesn’t necessarily enjoy the smell of alcohol. Drunk breath is almost a turn off.

* On the rare occasion that you are really drunk, he takes care of you.

* He will be the one holding your hair and sympathetically rubbing your back while you puke, telling you that it’s ok when you apologize for the hundredth time.

* That being said, he can and will probably be grumpy about it. You won’t see it because you’re bent over the toilet, but he is absolutely rolling his eyes.

* That being said, he’d rather be the one taking care of you while you’re drunk than having someone else do it. At least, he knows you got home safely.

* He puts you to bed and tucks you in, making sure you’re comfortable.

* When you wake up hungover, he has already put a glass of water and aspirin on your nightstand.

* He is absolutely the type to grin at you and remind you of all the silly stuff you’ve said and done while drunk. You’re mortified but he just laughs it off.

* He doesn’t judge you too much : he’s been there, done that, and he was way worse.

* There is one thing he does love about you when you’re drunk : you get all candid about your feelings and make the cutest drunk confessions.

* « I want to grow old with you and have your babies and stuff », you said with a drunken laugh. « Oh yeah ? » he asked with a grin as he tucked you in his bed. « Yep », you replied as you popped the P. « What else ? » He asked. « We could get married, too ! », you added as you closed your eyes. « Married, huh ? » he chuckled. « You’d be a great husband, you know ? And I’d be the best wife. We could drive to the city hall right now and get married ! » you said blurringly. Marshall let out a laugh and laid next to you in bed, getting under the covers. « It’s 3AM, babygirl… The city hall is closed. It’s Michigan, not Vegas, you can’t get married in the middle of the night. ». You let out a small yawn and pouted « That’s too bad. Another time, then, yeah ? ». Your boyfriend chortled and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. He knew full well you wouldn’t be so vocal about marriage and having his babies if you weren’t drunk. But you were and it was kind of adorable. He secretly loved the idea that you saw a future with him, even though it was probably a bit too early to start thinking about all these things. « Another time », he agreed with a smile. He knew you’d be embarrassed the next morning when he would mention this conversation. Which he totally would. He was not the type to miss an opportunity to see your face flushed with embarrassment. It was way too funny and he couldn’t help it. « Good night… Wifey. », he added with a shit-eating grin on his face. He wouldn’t admit it, not to you, nor anyone else for that matter, but he did like the sound of that. What he liked even more was the smile the nickname put on your drunken face, eyes closed and giggling like a schoolgirl, as well as the words that followed. « Love you… Hubby. ». Now, he hadn’t had so much as a glass of wine in more than fifteen years, but he could swear he was starting to feel a little intoxicated himself. Absolutely drunk in love with you.

[shirefantasies]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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[coichii]

UNTITLED LOVE SONG - SEUNGMIN

pairing - bf!seungmin ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: fluff, very little angst & comfort

word count: 0.6k

warnings: use of the word sexy 2x

A/N : Srry this is late… 😭 also..tiny little spoiler : I’m cooking up a fall series called “Fall : records of love.” that is half way finished. I didn’t want to announce it because I felt as if the pressure to finish it would keep me from doing it but tbh I should just announce it and get it over with. So hopefully that will start rolling out in October !! No promises :p

You hear the jingle of the door opening, seungmin stepping inside, much to your excitement.

You and seungmin had a karaoke date planned for his birthday. The idea of spending time with the man you love on his birthday made you overjoyed, especially since it had been literal days since you two had any personal time together. Now that he’s off work, you get to spend time with the man you love the most on his special day.

“You’re home!” You screech as you run over to him, arms quickly engulfing him in a tight hug. Seungmin knocks back slightly with an oof making you giggle as he hugs you back.

“Hey beautiful” he says, adoring the black dress you had put on while waiting for him. His pet name for you makes you flush red as you press your lips together.

The kiss doesn’t last that long, Seungmin pulling away to go take a shower and re-dress, much to your dismissal. As he gets ready you touch up your look, swiping the sticky solution of gloss along your lips and reapplying your mascara. You look in the mirror and smile in content, confident in the way you look.

It doesn’t take to long for him to come out, Seungmin dressed casually but clean and looking handsome and sexy as ever. (But to be fair, you always think he looks sexy) “You ready y/n?” he asks.

“Ready!”

— time skip —

The sound of the instrumentals bounce of the walls as Seungmin sings along. You’re in a trance as you listen to his voice, the melodic sound sending ripples through your body.

You’ve always loved when he sung. His voice brings you comfort in so many different ways. And don’t even start on the look on his face as he sings. The smile you adore beaming with passion makes you fuzzy inside.

“Your voice is so majestic, my love.” you say as he finishes the song. He grins sheepishly at you, placing the mic down and sitting besides you.

“Thank you baby, you spoil me.” He blushed. “All the time you spent with me today made my birthday so special.”

“Oh hush. It’s the least I could do for you babe.” You mumbled, sneaking your arm around his waist to pull him closer to you. “I wish I could spin more time with you.”

You look up at him as he says this, taking notice in the slight somber expression on his face. “My love, anytime spent with you is perfect to me. When we go out or when we cuddle. Everything is lovely.” You affirmed, staring into his eyes which were begining to twinkle with guilt.

“You don’t think you deserve someone better?” He whispers. To say you’re taken aback by his words is an understatement. You move your hand from his waist to his back, rubbing it gently.

“No.” You asserted. “You are the one for me. There is no one better. You mean the world to me ok?”

You feel him slightly relax in your hold, his own arm now resting on your waist. “I love you.” He says, looking at you again.

“I love you too. Karaoke time?” You smile, hoping to lighten the mood. He accepts your proposal, smiling as he grabs the microphone again.

As you two sing along, you realize exactly how much you missed him and how much you’re grateful he’s your partner. Reaffirming the words that were said not to long ago.

Yes, I love you too.

[multi-fandomlovers-world]

141+Alejandro, Rodolfo, Konig Being With Their Partner Reader Who Is Plus Size

TW: Fluff, SFW, Implied Sex, Bodily Insecurities Mentioned, Mentions Of Being Self Conscious, A LOT Of Love, Mentions Of Self Confidence

Reblogs And Comments Are Highly Appreciated!!!! :)

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

In my opinion, I don't think size matters to him. He's old enough to look past those things

He's more focused on your personality. The way you are a person

He really loves your thighs. They bring him so much joy.

He definitely loves it more when they are wrapped around his head

For real though, he loves you regardless of your size, shape, weight etc. He doesn't really think much of it anyways

If someone gives you looks or starts talking bad, it won't end well for the next person

Loves cuddling with you. He keeps warm when cuddling and to him, it helps him sleep better

Whenever he gets called for duty, he wishes he could bring with him for company (also to cuddle because he loves it)

Really loves squeezing your body. My god, if any part of your skin is exposed, he will grab and squeez

Simon loves kissing your stretch marks. He tells you that they are beautiful

He loves for when you are on top of him. It grounds him but also reminds him that you are here, this is real.

He can't blame any of the task force for looking at you. You are gorgeous

Simon will always tell you how beautiful you are and don't ever be insecure about your body

John "Soap" Mactavish:

Absolutely FERAL for you

Like Ghost, size isn't a big deal to him. He wants to actually get to know you. Your personality is everything

LOVES gripping and running his fingers over your thighs or stomach. He trails his fingers along your stretch marks or rolls

He feels sad whenever you start talking about your insecurities and your body. He'll tell you that he thinks you are beautiful regardless

Soap reminds you that you are his girl and only his. Fuck what everyone else says

He loves laying his head on your thighs and kissing them. He also really loves your curvy waist

If someone says anything or

Loves tracing your curves with his hands as he's kissing you or 🤭

Really likes seeing you in skirts. He loves seeing your thighs like that. It looks really sexy to him

Regardless not the intent, sexual or not, he loves having you on top of him or sitting on his lap

He'll wrap his arms around your waist or grab your ass the whole time

He doesn't care that you are bigger than him. He wants to know you are here with him. You aren't going anywhere

Calls you his "Bonnie or beloved"

John "Captain" Price:

He loves you regardless of what you look like. Size, shape or weight doesn't mean anything to him

I said before and I'll say it again, he's also old enough to look past those things. He wants to get to know you as a person

Like Ghost, he's confused why you are self conscious and insecure about yourself

Will literally kiss every inch of your body (sexually or not), to prove to you that you are worth loving, there's more to love

He will always remind you that it's ok to be bigger than your partner. It's normal and ok

LOVES your thighs,hips and ass

He loves the way your hips look. The way it's perfectly curvy and gives you an hourglass look (he finds it extremely sexy)

Your ass is probably the best to him too. He will slap it or grip it hard when you are on top of him or just being next to him (sexually or not)

Also loves tracing your curves with his fingers as he kisses you or your body

Sometimes, he thinks it illegal to look at you because you are so beautiful

He also likes seeing you when you wear skirts or tight dresses. He loves how it shows off your body and curves

Cuddling with you makes him feel warm and loved. He doesn't ever want to stop cuddling

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

First off, He's so down bad for you

Even though he is younger, he doesn't really think that you being plus size makes you any different from everyone else

He's focused on your personality and knows that there's more to love about you

Cuddling with you is the best. He loves holding you against him

Kyle LOVES your waist and how perfectly curvy your hips are. It's his favorite place to set his hands

Will literally kiss every inch of your body and stretch marks while telling how beautiful you are

Kyle loves it when your confidence stands out whenever you're going out. He thinks it's really sexy

He'll rub your thighs if you are on top of him

Your stretch marks are sexy to him (he thinks they make you look badass)

He'll never pressure you into losing weight. It's your choice and your body

Ass man (no explanation needed 🤭)

He's proud to show you off at his girl and the love of his life

He talks about you to the task force (they sometimes get annoyed but understand that he's happy)

Alejandro "Colonel" Vargas:

First off, He's literally the best man and lover

Alejandro has been around plus size woman/ curvy women most of his life

In fact, he loves it A LOT

Literally will kiss your body and tell you im Spanish how much he loves your body

Especially when you're on top of him or you have your legs wrapped around his chest or head

Regardless of what you look like, he loves you very much and finds the beauty in all of you

Loves when you wear loose t-shirts (he gets the perfect view of your body)

He's very proud and isn't afraid to show you off as his. The team sometimes gets annoyed with it but understands he's happy

Praises you and your body as he kisses you passionately

Loves rubbing your thighs when you're on top of him

If someone starts giving you looks or talking bad, he won't hesitate to start a fight with them (he's protective over you)

Likes looking down at your waist. He loves how curvy it is and how he can wrap his hands over it

If you're feeling confident, he thinks that's really sexy on you

Rodolfo "Second-In-Command" Parra:

First off, PROTECT HIM 🥹

He tends to look past those kinds of things. He doesn't mind what you look like regardless of weight, shape and size

He will give you heart eyes and a smile every time he looks at you because you are beautiful to him

Like if you're insecure about certain parts of your body, he will kiss over them that are anywhere on your body

As he does this, he's praising you in Spanish by telling you how beautiful you are, how sexy you are to him

He especially loves it when your confidence comes out (it's sexy and a big turn on for him)

If anyone ever says anything, he does not hesitate to say something and call them out on it

Will talk about you for hours In front of his colleagues (he's not ashamed of it and is very proud to call you his goddess)

His colleagues get annoyed sometimes with it but don't ever complain because they know he's in love

Rudy would never force you into losing weight. It's your body and your choice. He loves you for who you are

Cuddling with you is the best and wishes he could just lay in bed all day with you and stroking your waist

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He loves cradling your waist when you are standing with him and he's behind you

Konig:

He'll love you regardless of what you look like

Most importantly, he'll always let you know how beautiful you are and that you don't have to change a thing about yourself

Your thighs are his treasure. He loves laying on them or putting his hands on them

Adores when you wear long socks or a skirt

Literally will not keep his hands off you. He wants you to feel loved

Cuddling with you is everything for him. It keeps him sane, and gives him comfort

He loves when you sit on his lap. He'll run his hands over your thighs or waist

He won't shut up about you to his colleagues. His colleagues sometimes get annoyed with it but understands that he's happy with you

He wants your legs wrapped around his head ( if yk yk 😉)

If anyone ever says anything, he won't hesitate to do something about it

Will praise you German on how sexy you are and how much he loves your curves

He stares at your waist. He thinks it's really hot

Taglist: @andreas-river @deadbranch @dressycobra7 @ghostslillady

[yuujispinkhair]

Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you... but! I can't get this out of my head so I thought I'd share it with you since you are also obsessed with yuuji and Sukuna shenanigans.

You're going shopping with yuuji, but your taking your sweet ass time in the changing room. So long in fact that even sweet yuuji is getting kind of annoyed. Sukuna thinks it is a good idea to barge in on you and sees you in a state of undress and goes a little feral and fucks you roughly in the changing room with his hand covering your mouth.

- 🐝

Fuck yessss!! Thank you so much for this delicious thirst! You inspired me to write a little story for it :)

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) x Yuuji Genre: smut, fluff Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+, Sukuna and Yuuji are separate people, reader is in a poly-relationship with them, smut, semi-public sex, mirror sex, creampie, cum eating, reader has sex with Sukuna and later on she has a threesome with Sukuna and Yuuji, anal (Yuuji receiving), light degradation (Sukuna teases reader and calls her a slut, but reader is ok with this, it's done in a loving way.) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

"Hurry up, brat! We've been here for an hour!"

Your boyfriend Sukuna's low voice carries in through the thick curtain of the changing room. You roll your eyes, informing him,

"Only one more minute, Kuna!"

Admittedly you are really taking a little bit too long in the changing room today. But it's just too hard to decide which dress to get, and so far, your two boyfriends weren't much help since they both picked two different favorites, and those weren't even in your top five.

You sigh frustratedly as you stare at your reflection in the large mirror. You are feeling too hot in here, even in your current state of undress that leaves you only clad in your lacy panties.

You are about to grab your clothes to finally get dressed again and just call it a day when suddenly the curtain gets yanked open, making you squeal as you quickly bring your arms up to cover your naked breasts.

It's Sukuna. Of course! Who else could it be but your sexy menace of a boyfriend who comes in here without any prior warning, risking getting kicked out of the mall if someone sees him join you in here.

He pulls the curtain closed behind him and turns to you with that lazy confident smirk on his handsome, tattooed face and a challenging twinkle in his eyes.

"You are taking too long. And what are you doing here all naked?"

His smile turns devilish as he takes a step closer, which in this tiny space, makes him already press up against your back. His tall, muscular body is still fully clothed while you are naked except for your little panties. It makes a shudder of excitement run through you, your heart beating too fast and pussy twitching in arousal.

Sukuna's lips brush over your ear,

"Were you waiting for me and Yuuji to join you? Did you want to get our cocks in here, sweetheart? Is that it?"

"I..um...oh god, Kuna!"

He laughs softly, his warm breath on your neck making you tremble.

"Well, Yuuji got too impatient and left to get something to drink, but I am here to take care of your needy little pussy."

It only takes a few seconds before Sukuna has yanked your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening wet pussy to his triumphant gaze. And only a few seconds more until he has freed his large hard cock from his pants and is gliding it through your wet folds, making your hips buck and your mouth open in a horny "Oh!"

But it gets silenced immediately by Sukuna's large hand covering your mouth, pressing firmly against it, before he teases your swollen clit with his thick cockhead, making your head spin with the pleasure that is coursing through your body.

You are glad for the hand over your mouth when your boyfriend pulls back, only to then snap his hips and push his thick cock deep into your creamy pussy with one powerful thrust.

Sukuna doesn't go slow or gentle today. Not here in this small changing room where anyone could catch you at any moment.

He fucks you hard and rough. Skin slapping against skin as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you so hard that you see stars.

His sexy low voice is in your ear, whispering dirty things to you that drive you wild with need,

"That's what you wanted, huh? Such a little tease. You can fool Yuuji, maybe, but not me. You took your sweet time, so one of us would come in here and see your naked tits and your wet pussy. So we would play with you in here. You like that, huh? Turns you on so much to get fucked in here. You're so wet, you little slut."

You're bracing yourself on the mirror, your sweaty palms leaving stains on the shiny surface as your eyes fall shut from the intense pleasure of getting railed so hard.

But Sukuna is not having it.

"Open your eyes, brat. Watch yourself getting fucked like the little horny slut that you are."

You open your eyes, pussy clenching at the sight in the mirror. Sukuna's tall, muscular figure behind you, one large hand pressed over your mouth, the other sprawled over your hip, fingers occasionally dipping down to tease your swollen clit. Maroon eyes watch you in the mirror with a hungry fire burning in them.

It drives you wild to see yourself getting fucked. To see your naked tits bounce as Sukuna pounds your soaking wet pussy from behind, drilling his thick cock unrelentingly into your tight heat.

Sukuna's hand is pressed firmly over your mouth, muffling your desperate moans and whimpers as his fat cockhead tortures your sweet spot mercilessly. Sukuna always knows how to fuck your brains out, how to find that perfect spot that makes you cry.

Your legs give out when you cum so hard that your whole body is shaking, and you scream into Sukuna's large hand. But his strong arms and that gorgeous thick cock keep you in place.

Sukuna isn't finished with you yet. He fucks you through your orgasm, moaning in your ear as he chases his own release.

But as close to cumming as he is, he still won't stop teasing you.

"Such a needy little thing. So cute, hm? Cumming all over my cock here in the changing room? You needed it so bad, huh? You're such a dirty little thing. And now what? You want me to fill you up in here? Want me to fuck my cum into you? Yeah, princess? You wanna walk around the rest of our shopping trip with my seed in that cute pussy? Want to feel it run down your thighs?"

His words turn into a low moan as you feel his fat cock throbbing inside you, pulsing his hot cum into your waiting pussy, making you clench around him, milking him until Sukuna is swearing under his breath as he fucks all of his big load into you.

But the smug smirk is back on his face the instant he pulls out and wipes his spent cock on your naked ass before he pulls up his boxer briefs and black jeans again.

Your heart is still racing. You're high on post-orgasmic bliss and adrenaline after getting fucked so good at this semi-public place. But it's time to leave before someone catches the two of you after all.

You silently put on your bra and shirt and reach out to grab your panties, but Sukuna is faster.

He snatches them away from your grasp and smiles that infuriatingly sexy smile as he shoves the pink lacy panties into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Uh uh, you don't need those, princess. Just put on the skirt. I want to see you struggle to keep my cum inside you. It's what you deserve for making Yuuji and me wait so long."

You gasp and hit his defined biceps playfully, starting to complain loudly. But it gets silenced by Sukuna's lips capturing yours in a surprisingly tender kiss that makes you melt against his tall body, wrapping your arms around his neck as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him back, slow and sweet.

When you step out of the changing room a few minutes later, Yuuji is back. He quickly gets up from the couch he was waiting on, face lighting up with one of his typical sunshine smiles.

You smile at him sheepishly, knowing there must still be a dazed look in your eyes and your lips are still kiss-swollen, probably giving away what you were doing only a few minutes ago.

But sweet, clueless Yuuji looks at you with his big honey eyes, all worried.

"Are you ok, cutie? You look a bit feverish. Do you need something to drink? Are you feeling dizzy? Here take a sip of my coke."

He holds out the drink to you at the same moment as Sukuna steps out of the changing room behind you.

You can see Yuuji's golden eyes widen, but before he can say anything, Sukuna already walks over to him with that insufferable smirk and presses a kiss to Yuuji's cheek as he passes him.

"Nah, don't worry, sweetheart. She is fine. Just needed my help in there."

His gaze slips meaningfully to your still trembling legs, where a thin trail of his milky cum is slowly running down your left thigh.

Sukuna's voice is matter-of-factly as he grabs his jacket from the couch and is about to walk away,

"Let's go. We still have to look for some sexy underwear."

But Yuuji's hand darts out at lightspeed to wrap firmly around Sukuna's biceps, stopping his boyfriend from walking away as his hungry gaze trails over you, and he unconsciously licks his lips.

"No! Wait a moment, Kuna."

Yuuji's pupils are dilated when he takes a step closer to you. You are breathing heavily, knowing this look on Yuuji's pretty face all too well. Knowing it means he is horny and ready to fuck you until you scream. Ready for your pussy and for Sukuna's cock. Sweet, insatiable Yuuji.

Your pussy twitches when Yuuji's large warm hand gently caresses your thigh, catching the trail of Sukuna's cum with his fingers while his hand trails up further, under your little skirt and to your still-wet pussy, rubbing gently over your sensitive clit.

And then two fingers push inside you, slowly fucking Sukuna's cum back into you. You think you can hear the obscene squelching sound of Yuuji fingering your cum-filled pussy, even over the soft music playing over the shopping mall speakers.

You gasp when Yuuji pulls his fingers out of you again. There's a cute blush on his cheeks and a horny dazed look in his honey eyes as he lifts his now cum-and-cream-covered fingers to his mouth.

Sukuna and you both watch in rapt horny fascination as your pretty boyfriend's soft pink tongue darts out to lick up Sukuna's cum from his fingers. His eyes close in pleasure at the taste, and he moans softly.

You aren't sure whether the growl you hear is coming from your mouth or from Sukuna's. But what you know for sure is that it is Sukuna who places his strong hands on both your and Yuuji's back and quickly ushers the two of you back into the changing room, which apparently can even fit three people.

"If you like my cum so much, I'll give you some of it too, baby."

The three of you end up in a tangle of limbs, lips meeting in heated kisses, hands ripping at each other's clothes, but you can't even tell who is undressing who.

All you know is that this time it is Yuuji who is fucking you. Lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around his hips so he can pound you against the wall, giving you a big milky creampie on top of the one Sukuna gave you.

And Yuuji's cute ass is getting fucked full of Sukuna's hot cum, leaving him a moaning mess between your body and Sukuna's while his cute horny noises get muffled by Sukuna's hand, which is pressed over Yuuji's mouth this time.

You can feel every strong snap of Sukuna's hips too, as he fucks Yuuji into you, making your back hit the wall hard, making you gasp and your pussy clench around Yuuji's fat cock.

You cum with both their names falling from your lips.

You can't help but smile at your two boyfriends when they both help you get dressed again afterwards, looking at you with the same love-drunk expression you wear on your face too.

Sukuna pulls Yuuji into a deep kiss before they both turn to grin broadly at you. Your beautiful boys, who never stop getting you into trouble, but you wouldn't want it any other way.

They both wrap their strong arms around you, hugging you against their tall bodies, and both make sure to kiss you breathless before the three of you finally stumble out of the changing room again.

Today is definitely the best shopping experience you have ever had. Even though it ends in a lifelong ban from your favorite shopping mall when a horrified shop assistant walks past the changing room at precisely the moment when the three of you exit it with rumbled clothes and toothy grins.

Not even Yuuji's and Sukuna's combined charm can convince her to let it go.

But it was worth it. So so worth it.

You can't stop grinning from ear to ear as you walk out of the mall, with Yuuji to your right and Sukuna to your left, holding hands with both of your boyfriends and hearing both of them snicker in amusement.

"Guess we have to find a new mall to fuck in, huh, brats?"

Both you and Yuuji can't stop from bursting into loud laughter at Sukuna's words. Oh, how much you love your boyfriends!

Thank you so much for reading!! And thank you so much for sending me this sexy thirst, my sweet anon!! It drives me insane!! I turned it into a poly story because I absolutely LOVE the thought of being in a relationship with both Yuuji and Sukuna :) I hope you like it!!

Comments and reblogs mean a lot to me :)

[running-with-kn1ves]

HSJKSKSS THE BF WHO FCKED THE GF ON A FACE TIME CALL 💀💀💀 I usually don't send requests but i cant help myself with this one because you quite posibly have created my dream man 😍 the way he was speaking to her and teasing her 🙈🙈🙈 he was soooo sexy the way you wrote him groaning and bucking like my heart (and other things) hurt 🥲 can you write something with him and reader and basically she tells him she's not feeling well so she stays home at her apt but he goes and finds her at a club instead, dancing with her friends that she hasn't seen and her ex also happens to be there 👀 nsfw if you're okay with it, with him fucking her in front of said ex. I read your rules so its ok if this doesn't pick your interest but i still wanted to let you know how much i love that yandere!!!

Got a little inspired by this idea anon so here's my take on it😋I really loved writing the kind of public, riskiness of that fic so I'm glad you cared for it dude!!

TW: Noncon, toxic relationships/yandere behaviors, punishment, NSFT, yandere films himself rearranging readers guts

Your first mistake was when you tried to use the old “out-sick” approach. You weren’t the world's best actor but even if you were, you probably still wouldn’t be able to fool your boyfriend. He was too skeptical, too observant and too invested for your own good. He always managed to find out; always. And each time, you got less and less confident about being able to escape him, even for a little while. 

“I’ve got a fever of 105, and I’m really contagious. I promise we can go out tomorrow, I just…. Need some alone time to rest for now. To get better, so I can see you.” 

You knew it was a poor lie, that there was the chance that he would come over anyway, trying to potentially take care of you or scold you for letting yourself get this sick. But, he hadn’t even needed to. It wasn’t long after the phonecall that he got a ding from his phone, your location having updated. You were in an unfamiliar area, one that wasn’t  recognizable as one of your many common stops. It was a bar, one that was hosting a small event with karaoke and cheap booze. It made much more sense to him when he came to find you and saw your friends surrounding you; he was disappointed, angry, and felt betrayed; but those feelings only lasted for a second. The image of you talking to one of your ex’s, sent him into a different state. It was just a quick turn of your gaze where he caught the corner of your eye, standing next to a barstool. 

Pieces of his phone crunched in between his fingers, his eyes blank as he saw your face morphed from shame to grief. It felt like a rock sank in your stomach, the panic of him having caught you in your lie making your feet go wobbly. 

You were the first to approach, excusing yourself from the conversation with your ex-partner, who your boyfriend was already getting malicious ideas towards. He was more angry at you, though; for having tricked him so openly. You walked to him slumped, ashamed of yourself but upset that your boyfriend was even here in the first place. 

You knew your short-lived freedom was over, feeling the pinch of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He pulled you to the car, forcing you in with a slam of the door. You hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to your friends, even though they were halfway to being in a stupor. 

The punishment wasn’t pretty; the worst, most embarrassing part of it came when your boyfriend managed to get his hands on your ex’s number. Thankfully, only the one you had been talking to that night. But that one number was enough of an audience for your boyfriend to have a field day.

 At first you didn’t know why he was holding the phone up, though you could barely see it from how restrained he had you. But it didn’t take long for him to shove it up and close at your pretty, worn out face. You could hardly keep your eyes straight, shuddered breaths leaving your sticky mouth. He enjoyed the positions where your whole body could be seen, could be displayed on camera to show your ex what was his, how he was using it. Especially when he could hold your jaw, telling you to look pretty, asking you to smile for a “little picture.” He got the chance to shove his face against your neck and show how deeply he could fuck you, could make you into nothing but a mess for him. What he loved most to send was the pictures of deep, swollen lovebites, of the marks his nails make on your skin. 

“C’mon baby, don’t you wanna say something to the camera? Maybe beg for them to come and save you?” 

Each thrust had your insides rearranged, your boyfriend lowering his phone to show the mess that was him inside of you, the drips on your thighs and the sweat that clung to your skin.  The worst part of all in this punishment-- was the lack of control you had, the fact that you couldn’t stop yourself from bellowing out sounds caused by your pleasure. The will he had on your body had you saying things that made it hard to look at yourself in the mirror. 

You knew you’d never be able to escape from the blackmail he now held over you. It was hard to come to terms with that, but the more often it happened---the harder it was to pay attention to it.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Its Halloween >:)

S/o wants to do a couples costume, namely Jessica rabbit and roger rabbit

S/o for lazy skelly asks skelly to be roger

But for the energetic skelly s/o asks skelly to be Jessica

S/o doesn't care to much about who wears what but for sure wants a couples costume

Undertale Sans - Whatever suits your boat. But don't expect too much from him. There's a 50% chance he forgets there's a Halloween party and comes with only his jacket lol.

Undertale Papyrus - He's not sure about this. He's enthusiastic, but his legs are shaking like maracas on the high heels and he's very scared he's going to break one of his legs before the end of the night. Also, Undyne is confused and thinks he's cosplaying like her.

Underswap Sans - He's very proud in Jessica's costume even though with his small size it's quite ridiculous. He's going to do a sexy wiggle to everyone who's looking at him too much. He's having fun!

Underswap Papyrus - He's really fine with the costume, and he didn't have to struggle to find a costume for once. He loves matching costumes!

Underfell Sans - He doesn't really understand why that matters everyone has to wear a costume, but whatever. He loves you so he will do it, he guesses. You better pay him with candies later.

Underfell Papyrus - You realize he has no idea who Jessica Rabbit is until he has to put the costume on. Edge is flushing bright red, not meeting your eyes, and he's so uncomfortable. He doesn't want to do this! Undyne is going to tease him for months after that! You don't have the heart to tell him Undyne is already in the living room. He discovered it soon enough when she howled with laughter seeing him. He hates Halloween.

Horrortale Sans - Uh... Ok? He is confused about what's going on, but you seem happy, so he goes along with what you want. That is until he notices the bowls full of candies and then you suddenly can't find him anywhere. Or the candies. Probably just a coincidence.

Horrortale Papyrus - He refuses. He's too uncomfortable to wear this, he doesn't like his body and it's too revealing. He will gladly go as Roger Rabbit though.

Swapfell Sans - He went because you dare him too but he's for sure grumpy all evening, arms crossed, glaring daggers at everyone who comes too close from his dress. You can hear him growl several times as he's cursing you lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - He refuses to go as Roger Rabbit, he wants to go as Jessica. And damn, he's quite the Jessica. He's going to party hard and annoy everyone in the party with his booty moves. He wants to make everyone jealous!

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's pouting in his Jessica's dress. He can't believe you did that to him, and worse, that he accepts to wear this because you got sad you couldn't do your costume. He's so weak. Now he knows he will hear about this for months, there are photos of him everywhere on the Undernet and his reputation is probably ruined. You're lucky he likes you.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's having fun! He loves the costume and he wants you two to win the costume contest. You're quite shocked he even proposed to do it with how shy he is, but Coffee self-confidence is boosted to the max because everyone keeps calling him cute. He has no limits anymore!

[nana-kom]

Hi 👋🏻 I finally found an idea 🥹

This is a wg ff, and this contain feederism, weight gain so if you don’t like don’t read.

Minho’s Boyfriends

When Minho and Jisung met, it was love at first sight, everything worked between them and they felt like soulmates, the more the days went by, the more they loved each other and despite difficult times, they managed to endure everything together thanks to each other. Then they met Hyunjin, who was attending the same university as them at the time, and they were both blown away by his beauty. They didn't have long to get to know him and realize that they both had feelings for him, and Hyunjin also realized his feelings for Jisung and Minho.

From that moment on, the three of them decided to go out together, and their relationship couldn't have been more perfect and balanced, as they loved each other equally. After a few years, when they started working together, they decided to live together. And all went well for the three of them: Minho thrived on his work as a choreographer, Jisung spent most of his time at home working on his music, and Hyunjin traveled often enough to visit exhibitions and work on his art. The fact that Hyunjin was away meant that when he came back Minho gave him more attention and spent more time with him than with Jisung, and Jisung was a little jealous about that, although he loved Hyunjin with all his body, he wanted to be cuddled and taken care of just as much. And he wanted to find a way to remain Minho's favorite, and luckily one day when Hyunjin wasn't around, he came across Minho's history on his computer. He was used to using his boyfriend's computer, but this was the first time he'd come across videos of rather large men being feed by other mens. Jisung was very surprised to see that and so he didn't really understand and didn't think twice before meeting Minho in the living room.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure baby, what's up?"

"Well...I think you forgot to clear your history..."

"Oh..."

"Yeah..."

"Jisung, I promise I'm not weird...I...I don't really know how to explain it but..."

"Do you like fat guys?"

"No...well yes I do but...I love you and Jinnie too!"

"Neither of us is really fat..."

"Because it doesn't matter, it's a...kind of fetish...but...that doesnt really matters ok?"

"You know it doesn't matter, you're entitled to like what you like and besides, I think it's pretty sexy too!"

"Really? I find it embarrassing..."

"Don't worry Minho, I'll keep your little secret..."

Jisung then sat down on top of Minho before starting to kiss him, having a very good idea in the back of his head. He didn't take long before trying to gain weight, eating more fast food, and more quantity, he also learned to always fill his stomach to the maximum, he wanted to do everything to become ideal in Minho's eyes, and when he began to gain weight, he realized that he too was excited by the idea of getting bigger and wider. Because eating so much food make him very horny and being full and feeling heavy was amazing.

As the months went by, Jisung's appetite increased tenfold, and he began to put on weight. He also noticed how Minho became more tactile with him, and how he began to prepare more and more meals for him. Jisung felt confident in his new, plump body, but what he liked best was having attention. Hyunjin was surprised to see his boyfriend become a fatter version of himself, but the fatter Jisung got, the cuter he looked. His cheeks were much softer than before and his belly served as a cushion when Hyunjin wanted to lie on him in front of a movie. Jisung had become fat, yes, but above all he had succeeded in his idea, and even if they didn't say anything, Hynjin and Minho had understood that Jisung was using his new body to attract them more and to need them much more often.

However, after putting on 40 pounds, Jisung decided to call it a day, feeling that he'd put on enough weight for the time being. What's more, with Hyunjin gone, he had less reason to want to be the center of attention. Indeed, Hyunjin's final year at university had involved a six-month internship abroad, so time had passed slowly for the three men, who were eager to meet up again because, despite numerous calls, they missed Hyunjin dearly and Hyunjin miss them so much too.

Yet today was a big day, for Jisung and Minho had risen early to pick him up at the airport, so eager were they to see him again and give him a big hug. Hyunjin really meant a lot to them, and living at a distance was too difficult for everyone. Minutes went by and neither Jisung nor Minho found Hyunjin among the passengers, until Jisung's eyes fell on a boy much bigger than him waddling towards them, Jisung's eyes widened and Minho, who had realized at the same time as him, let out a slight groan.

"Fuck...I've missed him so much" said Minho before hugging Hyunjin. Jisung did the same and realized how much Hyunjin had grown. His belly protruded over his pelvis and his thighs were so wide that he could hardly move, his double chin fell into his neck and his arms struggled to pull his suitcases. What's more, the walk through the airport must have tired him out, as he was sweating profusely and had already been catching his breath for some time. The three men finally returned home together and for the occasion Minho had prepared a large meal for everyone, and when he left for the kitchen Jisung jumped at the chance to ask her boyfriend for an explanation.

"You're fat Hyunjin! What happened?"

"Be careful what you say! I didn't say anything when you gained weight!"

"Yes, but it wasn't the same and I didn't hide it"

"I was afraid of your reaction..."

"Oh stop it, you know as well as I do that you're even sexier, look at you, and then look at Minho I thought he was going to cum when he saw you! But doesn't that explain how?"

"Well...the food over there is really caloric and at first I thought I'd be okay but I gained 20 pounds...then I let myself go on all the fast food and cakes...sweets...pastries... and I started to get hungry more often so...I stopped thinking and ended up gaining...110 pounds..."

"Thats...hot...and I think it's really too cute." said Minho, arriving with food in hand.

Hyunjin wasted no time in devouring the food they had prepared before his little friends' very eyes, Minho continued to bring back dishes and Hyunjin enjoyed them all evening, Minho even ended up massaging his belly after that big meal and then helped him to bed. After that evening, Jisung decided that’s he has now a new weight goal.

"I can take 110 pounds too...it's easy..." he said, looking at himself in the mirror.

It has to be said that Jisung loved the rivalry as much as he loved Hyunjin, and Minho made sure to take good care of Hyunjin in the days that followed, knowing the consequences it would have on Jisung. And he didn't lose his bet when, a week later, he found Jisung on the sofa, belly up, eating his fourth meal of the day at 6PM. For his part, Hyunjin also continued to eat as he had done for six months. He'd enjoyed seeing his body change and he found himself much sexier, especially when he was getting full and then needed a massage to digest and his belly found his penis during the meal, which aroused him even more.

Months went by and Minho found himself with not one but two feedee's, totally addicted to food and always asking for more, more food, more massage, more kisses and more sex. It must be said that in a relatively short space of time Jisung had managed to close the gap with Hyunjin, and they were just as big as each other. One day, after a big meal, Minho went into the living room, where his two feedees were resting.

"Come on, I've got an idea!" he said, smiling.

"Do I have to get up?" asked JIsung.

"Yes, do you need help?"

"Of course I need help, look at my stomach." Say Jisung pointing is belly resting on his lap.

"Even without help I'm able to stand up!" then said Hyunjin as he began to make numerous efforts to try and stand up, he had to try several times and take breaks but after about ten minutes he was standing.

"Impressive...I'm sure I can do better!" Said Jisung before in turn starting to waddle over to the sofa to get off it as his buttocks sank into the hollow he'd created. Like Hyunjin, he took several minutes and was out of breath when he stood up, before holding onto the sofa to stand.

"Wh...why...do...you...need us...?" asked Jisung.

"We'll weigh you!" said Minho excitedly, and Jisung and Hyunjin's eyes met.

They headed for the bathroom and Jisung was the first to step onto the scales Minho had bought especially for the occasion. He helped his boyfriend onto the scale, then waited for the number to be displayed.

"Well?" asked Jisung. "Tell me! I can't see!" He said, trying to pull his belly up, but he couldn't even see his feet.

"326 ponds! That's great baby!" Jisung smiled before kissing Minho, who gently caressed his belly. "Your turn, sweetheart!" said Minho.

Hyunjin then climbed onto the scale and waited as Jisung had done. Minho looked at the number before smiling at her.

"Looks like we've got a winner...337 pounds!"

"WHAT? But I've got a bigger belly than him!"

"Yes, but I have a much wider butt!" said Hyunjin.

"Don't argue, you're both good boys, to reward you I even baked two cakes, one each!" said Minho going into the kitchen.

"I'll overtake you sweetheart!" said Jisung.

"You can try...but I can't guarantee that you'll win..." respond Hyunjin.

"I'm sure I will..." said Jisung.

"I love it when you set yourself impossible challenges!" said Hyunjin, smiling.

Jisung smiled back before placing a kiss on his lips, despite the fact that they were now finding it hard to kiss because of their respective big belly, they finally take each other hands before going to the kitchen, unable to resist the call of food.

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You frown as you read the message preview sent from your best friend. Your eyes flit up to check the time.

It’s barely past two in the morning. Does this bitch ever sleep? Granted— you’re also up late.

You tap on the notification before it disappears, going into your message thread with her and you see the link attached to her horny message.

why are you sending me unsolicited dick pics at 2 am? what would your man think of this?

She replies right away.

first of all i don’t have a man second of all it’s a video and just please go watch it

You’re confused by that first message since she was just raving about this guy she met at her job but you let it go, tapping on the link and waiting for safari to open it up.

The OnlyFans website loads and prompts you to log in before continuing. You go back to your messages.

tabling the i don’t have a man convo for another time can’t see it because i don’t have an account 

She’s quick to send you her log in and you laugh out loud— of course she’s a registered user.

You type in her email and password, patiently waiting before the post she sent you loads and your eyes widen.

Just the thumbnail has you intrigued. A man, dressed in a tailored navy suit sans the jacket and tie, the fabric of his white collared shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The title reads: Late Night at the Office. 

The transparent play button teases you, almost daring you to give in to the intrigue.

So you tap it.

It begins with the mystery man seated, the frame capturing him from the tip of his strong nose down to the top of his thighs. His features are striking from what you can see— plump, pink lips framed by a neatly trimmed mustache, adding a hint of rugged sophistication to his appearance.

His legs are spread wide, unapologetically taking up space, the rich leather of the chair creaking subtly beneath him. His thighs strain against the fabric of his suit pants.

There’s something about the way he sits, so sure of himself, so confident in his own skin, that draws your eye immediately to the center of the frame. One hand rests lazily on his thigh, the other cradles a phone, as if he’s deep into an intimate call. His eyes, though hidden, seem locked on you through the screen, pulling you deeper into his fantasy.

And then, he speaks.

“Have to stay late, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

His voice slides through the speakers of your phone like liquid velvet— deep and smooth, carrying an accent that’s definitely southern but tinged with something else, wrapping itself around each word like a caress.

“Don’t be upset, doll. Let me make it up to you.”

His tone is gentle but authoritative, luring you in. The air feels charged, and despite the fact that you’re watching from behind a screen, it feels as though his words are meant for you and you alone.

“Why don’t you undress for me and lean back,” the command is soft yet irresistible.

Your breath catches in your throat, a soft gasp you weren’t expecting, as your thighs instinctively press together beneath the plush comforter, seeking some form of relief from the growing ache.

It’s as if he has some kind of power over you, the pull in his voice coaxing you into compliance. Your skin prickles with anticipation as you glance around your quiet studio apartment, almost instinctively checking if anyone might be watching; like your best friend who lured you into this horny trap in the first place. 

But of course, there’s no one else here— just you and his low, hypnotic voice filling the space around you.

You pause it, antsy fingers reaching for the hem of your nighttime slip dress, the soft fabric sliding effortlessly off your skin then being tossed aside. Propping your phone up with a decorative pillow at the edge of the bed, you angle it so you’re able to see him perfectly.

You feel a rush of warmth, excitement, as you resume the video and settle back against the mountain of pillows behind you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” he murmurs, his tone low and husky, the faintest edge of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t stop picturing you, lying in bed… all warm and soft, just waiting for me to take care of you.”

Your lips part instinctively, tongue grazing the corner as you feel the pull of lust tightening in your core. Your nipples, already taut from the cool air in your space, ache for attention.

You shift, thighs rubbing together again, unable to stop your body’s response. His voice feels like it’s seeping directly into your skin, making it impossible to sit still.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he orders so tenderly and impossible to refuse. “Slowly, sweetheart. Just run your fingers over those soft thighs of yours… don’t rush.”

You obey, hands traversing down the length of your torso until they’re at your thighs, fingertips grazing your skin lightly as you follow his instructions. Your breath hitches again, heart beating louder in your ears as his voice continues to weave around you, wrapping you in the intimacy of the moment.

“That’s it,” he purrs, “Let me hear those little gasps. I want you to think of my hands doing that for you. Think of me sliding my fingers up and down your beautiful body… teasing you.”

And so you do. You think of his larger, surely rougher touch at your inner thighs. The growing pressure at the apex of your legs builds with every syllable, but it’s not just his voice that has you derailing.

It’s everything. 

As the camera lingers on him, you watch his free hand move to the top button of his shirt. His fingers work with deliberate precision as he undoes it then the ones that follow. His movements are slow, taunting you as the shirt falls open, exposing the smooth, muscled lines of his chest.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” he asks the camera, and the teasing edge in his voice makes your clit twitch. “I’ll show you, baby. But you need to keep touching yourself for me. I want you to feel how wet I get you. Imagine me right there, taking care of that aching little cunt of yours.”

He’s intoxicating, and as he slips another button open, revealing more of his firm, toned chest, you slip your hand to your pussy, your body begging for more. You can almost feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way he’s undressing for you, the slow reveal of what you’re aching to see.

He’s unhurried, intentional— he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to keep you, the viewer, on edge.

“Let me hear you,” he commands, fingers grazing his buckle now, threatening to undo his belt. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you… how much you need me.”

His words have a gush of arousal leaking from your cunt, a whine pushing past your lips as you lightly run a finger down the seam of your folds.

“Need you so bad,” you murmur to yourself, not caring that there’s no one there to hear you, no one in the room but the phantom of his presence. He’s completely transported you into another world, and you’re too far gone to feel any shame in talking to him as if he’s right there in front of you— or over the phone with how he’s set this scene up.

All he’s done is talk, but it’s enough to render you a puddled mess. The heat licking at your core is undeniable, each instruction winding you tighter.

You can’t help but wonder— are you really this starved for a good fuck, or is this faceless stranger just that skilled at weaving desire into every syllable?

His deep, commanding tone oozes with intention, a carefully crafted tease that seeps through the screen. It’s clear he’s an expert at this— at knowing exactly how to pull you in and leave you aching for more. Now, your curiosity is piqued; what other sinful content could he possibly have on his page?

It suddenly makes perfect sense why your friend is subscribed to him. The moment you come, you know you’ll be rushing to make an account of your own, no hesitation, ready to drain your bank account if it means getting more of him— every cent worth it just to see what else he can do to you.

He’s catering to something raw, drawing out a fantasy you didn’t even realize you had.

“I need you just as bad. Real fuckin’ shame I’m stuck at the office… my cock misses you, sweetheart.”

Your breath quickens as the clink of his belt being undone echoes through the speaker, slipping the leather free from its loops, and you catch a glimpse of the outline of his dick, thick and prominent beneath the tailored slacks.

The sight sends a surge of heat through your body, your skin prickling with desire, yearning for more.

His fingers toy with the waistband of his pants now, brushing tantalizingly close to the bulge straining against the fabric, teasing both you and himself with the promise of what’s to come.

His voice is low and seductive, dripping like molten honey, each word striking you like a touch.

“I wish I could be in bed with you right now,” he grunts, and you swear you can feel his eyes locked on you through the screen, as if he can see every inch of your trembling body. “You have no idea how badly I want to worship you… feel your skin against mine. I’d start slow. My lips, my hands, they’d be everywhere. I’d make you come so many times it’d make you stupid.”

You moan, finally dipping two of your fingers between your wet folds and massaging at your clit, spreading your slick all over.

“Go head, play with that pretty little pussy. Use your other hand to touch on those perfect fuckin’ tits of yours.”

Your free hand instinctively goes up to cup your breast as you imagine him there with you, his body pressing you into the mattress, lips tracing over every inch until he’s suckling on your pert nipples then moving down to where you need him most.

“I want to taste you,” he continues, his fingers popping the button of his pants then the zipper, “Feel you quivering on my tongue, feel you melt on my fingers as I fuck them into that tight cunt. I won't stop until you’re shaking, begging me to let you breathe.”

His hand slips beneath the fabric as he shifts in his seat, and you can see the subtle movements of him touching himself. The sight alone takes your breath away, the need coiling inside you, growing unbearable as your own fingers pick up the pace, rubbing the sensitive flesh while your other hand works to pinch and tug at your nipple.

“And when I finally break you, sweetheart,” he whispers, sending shivers all throughout your body, “when you’re crying, trembling… pleading me to stop, that’s when I’ll slide my cock inside. You’d be so full, so wet, and I wouldn’t stop until I’ve reminded you who you belong to, until I’ve had you again and again. Until you’re stuffed so full of my cum that it’s leaking out of your fuckin’ mouth.”

He finally pulls his dick out and you gasp loudly. It’s fucking beautiful. Thick, long, a few shades lighter than the brown skin of his chest with a glistening pearl of precum right at his slit. He spreads it around the crown of his cock and you salivate, imagining how good the weight of him would feel on your tongue.

Yummy in-fucking-deed.

“Fuck yourself on your fingers baby, then stick two into your pretty mouth and suck on them.”

You do as you’re told, sinking two into your fluttering entrance while the ones at your tit slip into your mouth, eyes fluttering close as you suck on them like they’re his cock. It feels so good, your thumb pressed up against your clit— the stickiness of your arousal aiding your fingers in pumping in and out of you.

The sound of him spitting snaps you from the mini daze, pulling your attention lazily back to the screen. There he is— his large hand wrapped tightly around the thick length of his cock, glistening and throbbing as he begins to stroke it languidly. 

“Got me so hard,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust, “just picturing you with your fingers in your mouth like a good little slut.” His grip on the phone by his ear tightens, you can tell by the way his knuckles become flushed and you whimper.

“Choke on them,” he growls, “Let me hear you gag.”

Obedient as ever, you push your digits past your tongue and deeper, your breath growing ragged. The moment they hit the back of your throat, you gag, the wet sound loud and raw in the quiet of your apartment.

You sputter around them repeatedly, eyes filling with tears. Choking sounds echoing off the walls, bouncing back at you in a symphony of depravity. Saliva pools in then out of your mouth, dripping down your chin, and the mess of it only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you.

You can feel how slick you are, the sheets beneath you now damp from your horniness, every fiber of your being aching for release.

His pace on the screen quickens, the sound of his bated breath mingles with the obscene smacking of his fist against the skin of his cock, grunting between strokes. His dick looks even bigger as it pulses in his grip, thick and veined and covered in his spit.

“Bet you’re dripping for me,” his words are strained. “I can just picture it… how wet you are, soaking those sheets. Can’t wait to hear you come undone for me, baby.”

Your fingers, still wet from the mess of your mouth, slide down your body, grazing over your hard nipples before switching with the ones between your legs, where your pussy is throbbing. You moan at your own heady taste, the relief of your saliva soaked digits in your cunt almost overwhelming.

The tension builds, every stroke of his hand matching the movement of your fingers, the friction pushing you closer to the edge.

“Ahhh yesyesyes— just like that.” You whine, removing your fingers from your mouth and bringing them down to your nipples again to pinch and pull; anything to heighten the already intense pleasure you’re feeling.

The room feels thick with sexual tension, the filthy sounds of your wetness mix with his groans through the speakers, creating an intoxicating melody that pushes you further into your own climax.

“I’d have your pussy stretched out so good,” he continues, hand tightening around his cock as he pumps faster now, thrusting his hips upwards. “Have you feeling me for days… filling your sweet cunt until all you can do is squirt all over this cock.”

The things you’d do to make that happen. To have him bend and twist and fuck you in a myriad of pleasurable positions. To feel the thickness of his dick leaving you sore and hurting, absolutely helpless. These desires send you careening toward the edge.

“C’mon baby, give it to me.”

Your fingers move faster, abusing your cunt as your hips buck into your hand. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps as your whole body tightens.

You can feel it coming, that sweet rush of pleasure towering over you, until it crashes down in a wave so intense, you cry out.

“Oh fuck!”

You spasm, back arching off the bed as your digits do all the right moves, chasing the high. In a flood of pure ecstasy, your pussy pulses and clenches, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets as you come hard, giving in to the overwhelming euphoria.

Drool leaks from your mouth like a feral animal, your chest heaving, and your eyes lock on the screen, pupils dilated, watching as he strokes himself through his own climax, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his cock twitching in his hand, thick ropes of his milky cum spilling over his fist as he finishes. “Made a mess all over my lap. Wish you were here to lick it up. Getting to feel that wicked tongue of yours on my spent cock would be like fucking heaven, mi muñeca bella.”

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any fucking sexier; he goes and speaks fucking Spanish. You’re in love. 

You’re left exhausted, trembling, and utterly satisfied. Your body hums with the aftershocks, still riding the wave of your orgasm, and all you can do is lie there. 

Your fingers lazily tracing the wet mess between your thighs, hissing at the sensitivity, as you catch your breath, the screen flickering with his smirking lips.

“I’ll be home soon,” he purrs, “Take a nap so I can wake you up by burying my tongue inside that used pussy.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you let out a frustrated sigh, wishing— desperately— that this wasn’t just a video, but reality. A real call from a real man, someone who could be on their way to you right now. You stare at his disheveled, post-climax appearance on the screen for a moment longer before the video fades out, the last remnants of fantasy slowly dissolving as you blink yourself back to reality.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, muscles still quivering, and bend down to pick up your slip dress, your legs wobbly as you walk to the bathroom to clean up. 

oh my fucking god that was amazing

You text your friend once you’re back in bed, having pulled off the loose sheet that you ruined and thankful that it didn’t seep through to the fitted one.

right? i need him so bad you should see some of his other stuff. fucking gold you’re welcome 💋

You scoff, a breathy laugh, as you ‘HAHA’ react to her message. Still, her words stick with you as you open the browser, logging out of her account. The curiosity from before tugs at you harder than ever now, and without a second thought, you find yourself signing up for your own subscription.

When the prompt to choose a username appears, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard until a sly smile spreads across your lips.

@muneca_bella

Perfect.

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Chokehold - Video Shoot

This little fantasy has been on my mind for quite a long time, finally got to write it down. Vessel x reader during a very naughty video shoot.

It's 6am, I just threw on a black pair of legging & a black cropped Tshirt, my long ice blonde hair is in a messy bun on my head, I grab my boots in a hurry. Today is a big video shoot for the band Sleep Token, my agent worked hard to get me that job cause I was begging him for weeks to do everything in his power. The band wanted a young woman with loads of tattoos & a "dark gothic look". I fit that description perfectly, I'm covered in tattoos from my neck to my toes, I only wear black, my nose, lip & ears are pierced. Most people are kind of scared of me, I look like your local drug dealer with a sexy twist.

When I arrive at the location, I'm greeted by a friendly woman. "You must be Alexandra, nice to meet you, I'll show you around & get you to your makeup artist." she says. "Hi, just call me Alex, very nice to meet you too." I say, smiling from ear to ear. I follow her through a long hallway into a studio with black walls, a black floor, red dimmed lights hanging from the ceiling. Immediately a middle aged man approaches me, he shouts from far away: "Darling, you are perfect for this shoot, I can't wait to doll you up & transform you into a dark sexy angel. My name is Christian, I'll take care of your styling today". He asks me tons of questions about myself while painting my face. "I'll just warn you, Vessel is a little .. special." he giggles. "He's a good man but he can be intimidating as hell. This shoot is also new for him, we have never worked with him & a woman being touchy & stuff. He was hesitant to do it but we want a shocker, something we have never done before. Just don't let him scare you off, you look tough, you can handle this ice brick of a man." he giggles again. Ok, ice brick, noted. When Christian is done with my makeup, he straightens my hair. Then he shows me my outfit. A black bodysuit with a deep v neck line that almost reaches down to my bellybutton, it's high cut revealing my hip bones, the neckline, straps & bottom are covered in black lace. Wow, very naughty. I get dressed quickly & look at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair reaches down to my waist, it's almost white with soft brown roots. My lips are dark red, smokey eyes, my face is pale. I look like a sexy vampire & I love it. It matches the red & black snake tattoos on my small boobs. 

As I step out of the bathroom, I spot a tall man wearing a black cloak, black tight jeans & leather boots. He is at least 6'2, his shoulders & back give his body a v shape. Even in my high heels I'm still shorter than him. He turns around, facing me. His face is covered by his mask, I try to keep my breath slow & steady but my heart starts racing. Vessel is standing a few steps away from me. An assistant is applying black body paint on his stomach, his soft abs poke through the paint, I need to focus on not staring at the little hair line leading from his belly down to his v line. This man is hot & looks scary, very scary. I feel my confidence decrease rapidly which leaves me confused, no man has ever made me feel weak in the knees, it's the opposite usually. I collect myself & walk towards him, he signals his assistent to stop & reaches out for my hand, squeezing it quite hard. He smiles, showing me his bright white teeth. "Hi Alex, I'm Vessel, we'll have a lot of fun today." he says. Oh yes we will, I think to myself. I look directly into the holes in his mask around his eyes & say: "Hi Vessel, I'm super excited, this shoot, looks like it will indeed be a lot of fun". I just now realize that I'm dressed in lingerie only. I feel my cheeks get heated, I hope I'm not visibly blushing. He gives me one more grin, then finishes his body paint.

A few minutes later his assistant guides me towards the black walls, telling me to stand with my back to the wall. Vessel stands across from me. Then the casting director, a blonde tall man in his thirties, positions himself behind the cameras & says: "Ok guys, hi Ves, hi Alex, I'm Peter & we are ready, I'm pretty sure we can do this one take, it would be the best outcome but don't feel pressured we can always start fresh. Neither of you know exactly what the plan is, that's the vibe we want in this video. We want raw human emotion & actions. I will tell you what. to do, you will follow. Check?". We both nod. Vessel takes a deep breath & sends a small smile my way. I smile back. He isn't as icy as Christian said. 

The music starts playing, Peter says: "You just stay in your places, when the singing starts, Ves takes one step towards Alex, then wait a few seconds, then take another step, waiting again, until you stand like half a step away from her". Vessel nods.

When we were made

He takes a slow step. Then pauses. His dark brown eyes are fixated on mine.

It was no accident

Another step. I can smell his perfume. It's sweet with a herb note, he smells kind of like cinnamon.

We were tangled up like branches in a flood 

He is half a step way from me. My eyes wander down to his lips.

"Ves, touch her right hand with yours, tangle your fingers, then when the bridge starts, lift her hand up to the wall behind her & lean into her".

I come as a blade 

His hand touches mine.

A sacred guardian 

He softly strokes my hand. Drawing circles on my palm.

So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood 

His fingers tangle with mine.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He slowly lifts my arm up, pressing it into the wall behind me.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He takes another slow step towards me until his mask almost touches my face. His other hand gently brushes over my breasts, every touch leaves a burning sensation on my skin. 

"Ves, now you choke Alex roughly, Alex acts shocked for a second, then chokes you back. Ves you then let go of her & she pushes you back two steps. It should look like a fight about who chokes whom."

You've got me in a- 

As the guitar sounds come in, Vessel roughly chokes me, pushing my head back against the wall. I keep my eyes locked with his & count 2 seconds before I reach for his neck, grabbing it with both hands & squeezing it as hard as I can. Then I take a step towards him so that he has to step back. I can see the surprise in his eyes, he probably didn't expect me to be this strong. I had taken tons of self defense classes, I know how to choke a man. 

"Perfect, now let go of him. Ves, sing along with the lyrics up to the chorus & walk towards her, push her against the wall & scream the lyrics at her".

I let go of him, Vessel immediately regains control. He clears his throat & starts singing the lyrics. His voice is hauntingly beautiful. I feel my eyes get watery. 

Beneath the stormy seas Above the mountain peaks 

My body is pressed against the wall. He is insanely close to me, his body pressing against mine, he sings right into my face never breaking eye contact. I feel a tear slipping down my cheek.

It's all the same to me It makes no difference 

"YES. Ves, lick the tear from her cheek, don't ask me why, just do it! Then sing again".

Vessel stops singing, instead he breathes against my neck, then he softly licks my cheek. This is so weird & yet so hot. I start getting all tingly.

I've seen my days unfold Done the impossible I'd turn my walls to gold To bring you home again 

He continues singing. His forehead resting on mine. I can feel his raspy voice in my bones.

"Alex, get on your knees, look up to him & roll your eyes back".

Ok wow, that's naughty.

So show me that which I cannot see

I drop to my knees, looking straight up into his eyes. 

"Ves, touch her chin, lift it up".

Even if it hurts me 

My dirty thoughts take over, I roll my eyes back & imagine Vessel fucking the shit out of me.

Even if I can't sleep 

His breathing is heavy. 

"Ves, after the last line pick her up, thighs around your waist. Kiss her roughly, all tongue action, Alex you fight it first, then kiss him back. Give us an enemies to lovers scene".

Oh shit, thats going to kill me. This is so out of my comfort zone but I want to feel this man's lips on mine. 

Oh, and though we act out of our holy duty to be constantly awake

You've got me in a chokehold 

He drops down, picks me up, I wrap my thighs around his waist & just as the chorus starts, he crashes his lips on mine. I pull back, he licks over my lips, his tongue is begging for access to my mouth. So I give in, I sink into the kiss. He kisses me hungrily, his hands are in my hair, wrapping strands of it harshly around his fingers. 

You've got me in a chokehold 

One hand finds its way to my throat, choking me harshly while pulling my head back with the other hand. I dig my nails into his back, grinding my hips on his abs.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He sighs, we both lose control. I feel heat building up between my legs. He lowers my body slightly to have me grinding on his dick & I feel a massive bulge in his pants. Vessel has a boner because of me. You've got me in a chokehold  I bury my hands in his hair beneath the cloak, trying my best not to pull it off. I feel the sweat dripping off his face. His mask rubs against my nose. I have black paint all over me & breathe in his smell.

You've got me in a chokehold 

He sucks on my lower lip, biting it harshly.

"Ves, let her go. Hands on the wall behind her face. Sing the last few lines. Look into er eyes".

Even if it hurts me

He leans into me again. His voice is shaky. His eyes are on my lips. I bet he is fighting the urge to kiss me again.

Even if I can't sleep

His face is inches away from mine. I bite my lip. I just want to taste him again.

"Ves, after the last line, get on your knees. Head against her stomach. Alex, hands beneath his hood into his hair".

Show me the waaaaaay

He drops down. He is completely out of breath. My stomach flinches when his cold mask touches it. I let my hands sink on his head, behind his hood, gently playing with his curly hair. His arms are wrapped around my hips. His long fingers touch my back, also gently stroking it.

The song ends. We both breathe heavily. The red lights flicker & I finally snap back into reality. I immediately blush, we just grinded on each other in front of 10 people. I look down at Vessel, he is still on his knees, locking up to me. He has red lipstick smudged around his lips & a subtle grin of his face. 

"Alex, I must say you are amazing, I want no one but you in every video we film. This was fantastic, one take! The chemistry between you two is great, this was exactly what we wanted." Peter shouts & claps loudly. I smile at him, still a little embarrassed about losing full control over my body. Vessel slowly gets up again, he turn to me & gives me a subtle kiss on the cheek. "Alex, you taste like heaven. I will forever replay that image of you kneeling in front of me in my head." he whispers as he brushes my ear with his lips. I fail to respond, my brain isn't working anymore. I fight the burning desire in me to crash my lips on his again. Luckily, Vessel lets go of me & walks away to get a bottle of water. "I'll be right back, I just need to touch up my lipstick" I say & sprint to the bathroom.

When I'm done, I push open the door & find Vessel waiting for me. "We have max 15 minutes, follow me." he says. I don't even hesitate. He takes my hand & pulls me into a room next to the bathroom, it's a little office. As he closes the door, he pushes me against it & grabs my neck, his face is so close to mine, I can taste his breath. "Do I have permission to kiss you again?" he asks. I nod. "Say it, Alex!". "Yes, I want to taste you again, vessel. Please kiss me." I respond. A relieved breath escapes his lips. I feel his warm lips on mine again, his tongue waiting for access to taste me fully. I rip down his hood, pulling strands of his hair, I need him closer. I feel his dick harden again & grind my hips against it. A growl leaves his mouth. "How far do you want to go?" he asks. "I need to feel you inside me. I NEED you." I beg. I never beg for men. Men usually beg for me & I reject them but this time I can't control my desires. He kisses my neck, down to my breasts, licking away the drops of sweat on my skin. He kisses me again, his hand wanders down my stomach until it lays dangerously close to my pulsing pussy. I arch my back signaling him to keep going, I want to feel him, I want him to touch me. He accepts my signal & gently brushes his fingers over the fabric of my bodysuit. I hold my breath when he starts rubbing my clit, sending heat waves through my body. "The fabric is drenched, you are so fucking wet for me," Vessel growls. He pushes away the fabric, exposing my pussy to the cold air. He slides two finger inside me, keeping his thumb on my clit & starts slowly moving his hand. I can't hold in my moans, no man has ever made me feel like this. I have never even orgasmed with a man before. they just can't find the right spots to please me. Vessel's touch builds up a burning hot sensation, I feel my muscles tense as he fastens his movements. My legs shake, I see stars, my moans are uncontrollable. "I'm going to cum." I struggle to even say these words out loud. Just as I finish the sentence, my orgasm hits me. I bite into Vessel's chest, trying to stay as quiet as possible. When I come down from my high, he catches me because my legs give in. "Has any man ever made you cum in just 2 minutes?" he asks cheekily. I look into his eyes, his face is still covered by his mask which makes this whole thing even hotter. "No man has ever made me cum." I admit. "Well, then let's do it again but this time with my dick inside you" Vessel says. his voice is even deeper than before. He turns me around, pushing my hips against a desk, bending my body over it. I hear his belt unbuckling. "I hope you are ready to take this, I'm not particularly gentle, especially not after having you tease me for a whole song." he says. Just as I'm trying to answer, I feel the tip of his dick against my pussy. He rubs his dick over my sensitive clit, making my legs shake again. "What a view" he growls. "May I?" he asks, pushing his dick against my hole. "Yes, please, fuck me!" I beg again. I finally feel him pushing inside me, his hand is back on my clit, rubbing it again the way he did before. This man's touch is something else, his dick isn't even fully inside me yet & I'm almost ready to cum again. He feels my muscles tensing as he pushes deeper into me. "Hold on your a bit, your tightness is making me almost cum already." he says. I hold back my second orgasm but as I feel him stroking me harder I lose control. I tense up, screaming out his name, cumming with his dick pumping into me. He pulls out, turns me around & commands me to open my mouth. I taste his warm liquid on my tongue while he moans. 

"Now let's go finish the paperwork, my sweet angel Alex" Vessel says.

[fluffytsukino1009]

ONEUS reaction to see you wearing a bralette.

Summary: ONEUS members reacting to coming home and see you wearing a skimpy bralette.

Warning: Suggestive... Like it was supposed to be smut but you know I'm quite stupid.

A/N: Is it Y/N and Hwangwong or is it me and my boyfriend? lol + All the smut/suggestive content won't have the group name tags to respect people who don't feel ok with it.

Masterlist

Seoho

Thinks he can dissimulate but no. Takes a lot of time to take off his jacket because he's making time to stare at you a little longer. "How was your day?" says casually. You play the game for a while, share a few gossips heard from your friends, pretending not noticing he continue biting his lips. "But what about your day, love?" your smile wided when he walked at you slowly. "Hopefully... If it's ok for you... it's about to get better" holds you close by the waist and place a kiss to the edge of your lips.

Leedo

Wants to stare but doesn't want to stare. "I'll wait outside if you want me to" you had to laugh because it never crossed your mind he could be so shy. "C'mon, nothing you haven't seen before" you joked but he still turned his back at you and continue saying whatever he was supposed to say when he crossed the door. You fixed your clothes and let him know, he stared at you cutting off the talkin "You know, I kind of liked it better when you were just wearing that tiny top" Giggled and gained confidence before keep on talking.

Hwangwong

Burns in laught inmmediately and hates himself for it "Oh damn, I'm sorry". You try to cover yourself and he cover his eyes with both hands, apologizing to each other once and over again. "What are we doing?" you could hardly say through the laugh "I don't know, it was so unexpected" You joke about the weird reaction to such an casual scenario for a few minutes before breathing deep and calm down. "Anyway, I just came to say I bringed dinner… And feel free to come to the table wearing that"

Keonhee

"I'm kind of tired but if you gonna ask it like that" He joked as soon you crossed the bathroom door with your hair still wet. Hugged you tight and kisses both of your cheeks "You look so good" "I was just getting ready for bed" you took of his watch and rings before unbuttoning his shirt. He looked genuinely tired but still insisted in kissing your neck while you took off his belt. "You know I still gonna look pretty much like this tomorrow morning" tried your best to convince him to take a rest "Then I'll kiss you all over tomorrow morning too"

Xion

Delighted but chill, could and wants to stare at you for hours when looking that way but doesn't want to be creepy. "What are you wearing?" You had to wonder if that question was coming from a negative or positive impact "It's just... Leggings, socks, bralette... What's wrong with it?" He smiled playfully "Nothing wrong. I like the bralette, you should wear it more often." Hard to tell but he even seemed to blush in excitement "I have a blue one too. Wanna see it?" Answered with your favorite dirty grin.

🌑🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Ravn

"Oh, well. Oh, well. What a view I found" Honestly he made you blush a little but tried your best to keep the cool "What is that you like about the view, huh?" He sat at the edge of the bed and called you over "Is this new" touches the strap gently still smiling and you nod, takes a such a long time to stare at you that the heat started to crawl your body, preparing you for a make out session. "It's sexy but it looks so uncomfortable that even my chest hurt just to see it" He's also ready to get dirty but his priority is you feel comfortable.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Observations on ep 11:

I missed some details last week, so I'm going to try to be more observant today...let's see how I go.

Move on? 😦 Move in?! 😲

Loving the YOLO shirt 😂 I know it's the name of the bar but still...

YO SPITTING TRUTHS 😂😭 "I think my chances of winning the first prize lottery are greater than having an ideal boyfriend". I feel so called out...

Has anyone mentioned the iconic couple shirts that Yo and Plug are wearing in the credits?!

Also, I need more April in the show. (And hello, Nonnie's tattoo!)

Yeah, I stand by what I said to @grapejuicegay in our dms -> Mew does not love Top anymore. If he thinks he does it's more that he's in love with the potential of what they had...but that's all but destroyed. Mew (and Top...and Boeing tbf) need to move on (Ah! The ep title!), I bet they won't though.

I need Dan to be happy... Where's Poppy? I need him to come in and sweep Dan off his feet.

Hello Meen! 🔥 She's gorgeous and so young. Oh oh! Dan could meet her and have a noona romance!

Khaotung Thanawat what the fuck is your face (I will forever think this when he cries, thanks kk!)

Sorry to lay down some facts but you can't guarantee that anyone will stay with you after 3 months, 6 months, or a year. It doesn't matter what you've been through together, this is something you can never predict. And so that can't be the reason for not being with someone - and this goes for Yo as well as Boeing/Mew, because Yo was afraid that Plug wouldn't stick around.

And therefore, that's the correct question Mew - "Can I trust you, Boeing?" And it's not really about trust. It's about making a choice every day to be with that person regardless of what the future might hold.

Boston, Nick, and that random extra basically did that meme 😂

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE KISSING CHARTS!!

But also, I'm loving flirtatious confident sexy Nick. Such a development from when he met Boston.

MVP NICK!!

Oh so many parallels are paralleling this ep. Boston telling Atom he can't fall in love 'just because he's the first man he slept with'...which is what Nick realises he did... Oh DELICIOUS.

I'm glad we got an explicit 'no one person can turn you gay, it's just who you are and always have been'. A+ show, A+.

Poor Atom, but I think he got enough comeuppance. Well done Nick, really.

Sand is cute with the kids but I have to just say this kind of teasing/fabricated truths messed me up as a kid. Why can we just say what really happens rather than make up a lie to make kids do what they should do? Maybe I was too impressionable (or gullible) but I used to freak out at anything that could have been bad for me if someone told me it was 'dangerous'. Anyway, back to the show...

Top what are you doing there?! You've not been invi-

IS. THAT. THE. STRIPY. LININ. SHIRT?!

Hold on.... *wheezing* I can't... I... That's nine people now, NINE, who have worn this shirt. And how has no one tagged me about it yet?!

Wait no, I'm not over it yet. I can't believe that fucking shirt has shown up again. I can't deal with it.

Yes, Top, yes I do... Because it means Top and Mew have matching couple shirts...much like Kawi and Pisaeng. smh

Ok, back to the show proper. Mew, you know you have not given Top a chance. And he's right to walk away.

What is Boeing's agenda??

Ok, I see you black and white vests...with the heart of the bed frame between you...

Yes, Force. That's what I want to see. Love the vulnerability.

If I had a nickel and all that... Another couple talking about travelling the world together.

Oh I have totally seen this t-shirt before. But dammit I don't recall where. HIVE MIND ASSEMBLE!

(And now I'm questioning if I've seen Nick's shirt somewhere as well... I take back what I said earlier, I want to be less observant).

Look, I've moved in with partners two times in my life with the main reason being 'it'll be cheaper/I'll save on the rent' and I can categorically say that I don't think its a good idea. MEW, DON'T. Move in because you want to, not because it's cheaper.

What in the Mew/Top/Boeing storyline is happening with the Ray/Sand/Boeing plot?! More parallels. Boeing is like the little leprechaun who wheedles his way into other people's relationships, casting a magic spell on one to stir shit up for the other.

Why is Ray doing this? Why is he so jealous? And did he just drink alcohol even though he's in rehab? Oh! Is he finally going to get the threesome he's been asking for?! 😂

Well...going by the preview for ep 12, I don't think so. But his jealousy escalated worryingly quick 🤔

Even though not as brilliant as last week, this show is still fantastic. However, I just can't get over how the Thai Communal Wardrobe is upstaging everything for me 😂

[thesinglesjukebox]

HOZIER - "TOO SWEET"

I believe when that happens you can add something acidic to the dish to balance it out (lemon juice, vinegar, blurbs, etc.)...

[5.15]

Hannah Jocelyn: “Feel It Still” once more, with less feeling! [5]

Leah Isobel: This is not sexy! This is the audio equivalent of that one twig-looking Tumblr daddy dom wearing his uncle's work shirt! This is the most desperate balding guy at the bar hitting on you! He's never taken a sip of straight whiskey without grimacing and his hair grows out in patches! He listens to that first Fleet Foxes record alone in his apartment and cries because he never made it as a cool Brooklyn folkie when that was a viable career path! Get a real job! [2]

Alfred Soto: I have never wanted to smell like a bonfire -- that shit just happens if you're in the woods and the rules allow you to make one -- so I don't know what this purring panderer is on about other than using verbal aikido on his lover. On the other hand, the bass line grooves. That this stew topped the American chart says something about novelty. [5]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: Far too confident in its bassline. It's high in the mix and clearly meant to carry the song, but it's just kind of ugly? At first it's manageable: the arrangement quietly blossoms so that every instrument hangs off it like a flower on a branch. And then it becomes too much: we move from one passage to the next with little care for dynamics, as if all that matters is the dun dun dun, dun dun dun. [3]

Mark Sinker: Pretty grumpy the currently active TayTay energy field is requiring me to pay greater attention than normal to the words in a song (any attention at all): “You treat your mouth as if it’s Heaven’s Gate / The rest of you like you’re the TSA!” Old-times Hozier leant instead into a bunch of the most over-known jazz cuts as a signal-shortcut; better by far to be invoking weirdo space death-cults and oppressive govt security agencies to make yr little point -- you’re hot for a rules-loving gal! proud outlaw that you utterly are! “You can sit in a barrel!’ And OK, the serenely self-absorbed clumsiness is actually the same thing either time, his narcistic unawareness the whole of this vocal, but at least this couplet has the free pass of inadvertent opacity. The Hale-Bopp don’t stop!  [4]

Taylor Alatorre: Who wrote these lyrics, the Women's Christian Temperance Union circa 1905? Back then, the narrator of "Too Sweet" would've been a cautionary poster child for the domestic discord caused by excessive drink. But we're in a post-21st Amendment world now, and the more pressing social ill at hand... is that my girl doesn't want to party all the time. It's such a ridiculous premise that it has an unlikely liberatory effect, freeing Hozier from his endemic dourness and letting him play as the lovable asshole, whose assholishness is thankfully of the low-stakes, take-it-or-leave-it kind. The mandatory blues-rock inflections are smoothed out to the point of being rubberized, a snub to purism that proves a suitable match for Hozier's role as the all-too-tamable sort of danger. None of this negates the song's fundamental slightness, but the clever-stupid "TSA" line indicates that slightness might have been what he was aiming for anyway. [6]

Ian Mathers: I mean, obviously it's both fine on its own (if not particularly spectacular) and also weird that this and not "Take Me to Church" is his first #1, but I'm sorry, I just can't get over there being a hit song that finally speaks proudly for those of us that have trouble falling asleep at a so-called "civilized" hour (although honestly even 3 is a bit early, if I really had my druthers).  [6]

Harlan Talib Ockey: To be a Hozier fan is to know pain. One set of bonus tracks better than their parent album is a shame. Two is a migraine. Three starts to feel like sabotage, on some level. Is he or his label so averse to rockin’ out that his most interesting, guitar-heavy tracks are almost always relegated to B-sides? Justice for “In the Woods Somewhere”. Whither “Jackboot Jump”, which never even got a studio recording? “Too Sweet” may not have Hozier’s most intricate lyrical storytelling, but it does have a clear narrative, a strong vocal performance, and an infectious bassline. And I feel vindicated seeing one of his lost rock songs succeed, which is the important part. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: Producer Bekon cannot be stopped. He has summoned the power of Sergiu Gherman (Garden (Say It Like Dat)), Peter Gonzales ("Leave") and Chakra, ("Bali"). Now he has notched a number one hit. Bekon is unstoppable right now. Stop playing with his name. [10]

Daniel Monteshenko: "Hell yeah, another smash hit!" - people making playlists for second-rate denim emporiums [3]

Isabel Cole: Is it really so crazy to posit that a song about an unrepentant appreciation for the earthy side of earthly existence should, I don’t know, fuck a little? What’s even the point of a paean to late nights that would slot seamlessly into any coffee shop’s opening hours playlist? Where’s the hunger in this ode to appetites? Where's the life in the call to live? And what in god’s name is that TSA line supposed to mean? I mean, I know, it’s connoting constant vigilance about what’s allowed to enter, but the phrasing calls to mind someone who insists on doing a pat-down before sex. Similarly, the grape line that appears in the final verse suggests that the titular “too sweet” is supposed to convey a certain untouched freshness, or a lack of life experience, but placing it in the chorus right after a line about black coffee sets up an implied contrast that makes the metaphor feel like it’s breaking, because, like, be serious: we all know the my-body-is-a-temple crowd has been off sugar for years. [4]

Katherine St. Asaph: I said last month that this sounded like a Danger Mouse take on "Be My Baby," and I stand by that! You don't have to believe a word of this song to recognize the appeal in that. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Hozier back to doing what he does best: making songs designed to soundtrack fancams of fictional vampires.  [6]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox]

[notasapleasure]

No Offence S02.02,03,06 (2017)

Another police procedural!

Episode 2

Sgt Keith Pankani is here and he's here for three episodes!

With my apologies - the channel 4 player leaves a big fat play symbol in the middle of the screen when you pause it.

Keith is working the nightshift at the custody desk in whatever Northern place this is that is experiencing Crime. The drunk girl who stole a cockatoo and describes herself as 'epileptic, schizophrenic, Catholic' is my favourite person so far.

I guess the uniform has to be tight so miscreants have nothing to grab on to, hm?

Scar on his lip that you don't normally see with the stubble :')

Also: arm scar!

Please don't ask me about the plot in this it's as over the top as every other soap. But Alexandra Roach from Utopia is one of the coppers, so that's fun :)

Standard police procedural problem: Nora the gangster is about a million times cooler, sexier, more badass and more relatable than any of the cops.

Well ok, Sergeant Keith does know how to flirt his problems away.

Cockatiel girl: *is annoying*

Keith @ mc, Viv: pls empty my cells and I will give u kisses

Viv: :)))) Best do as he says! your problem Becky!

Becky from Utopia but not Welsh: noooo but I already jailed so many people today

Keith: *hides his smirk badly and pushes a file towards her*

The girl who stole the cockatiel is still the best person here. She doesn't deserve jail or passive aggression from cop lady, Becky from Utopia or not >:(

Aaaaand she's dead! Becky pushed too hard!

This is the lady cops making disastrous errors of judgement show I guess.

Episode 3

It's not often i'd day this but ladies you all need to take off the leather jackets and go touch some grass

Channel 4 describes this as 'outrageous' and I think it's a bit too proud of that as a description. It veers wildly between obtuse silliness and po-faced drama.

Oh my GOD peak copaganda: we can save this man's life with a taser! :|

I still love Nora Attah and her deaf lawyer!!

Meanwhile we've brought in the autistic behaviourist so. Strike that one off your bingo cards! She does like Nora too though: "Stonking STONKING villain! She's ace!"

All right, take the one thing I'm enjoying with no sign of Keith yet this episode and be narratively self-aware about it 🙄

Oh here he is! Rolling his eyes and tutting in the background of the 'comedy relief' scene where one of the cops apparently doesn't know you can't arrest someone for impersonating a paramedic, claims never to have heard of 'de-arresting' people and promptly gets a complaint put in against him.

Is this show actually trying to undermine confidence in the police service?

Keith is very protective over his jail cells >:3

Episode 4 - I shouldn't even have been watching it because no Sgt Keith again until Episode 6 fml

There's a strange old techie man called Miller in this show and he's oddly compelling. I'm already annoyed Viv's pool stunt was actually so sexy, but she IS right too:

Joy: "Can he access all our computers?"

Viv: "He can access cheese on toast..."

Literally makes no sense but it IS a mood. Mind, Viv is a workplace sexual harassment case waiting to happen.

"A kick in the Jackson bollocks" is his catchphrase, he's an absolute creechure.

I feel like the Manchester tourism board didn't have much of a say in this show.

Joy making her useless druggie boyfriend cry was kind of great though. And then......Viv made a Guantanamo joke.

Fucking hell. And the inept cop who didn't know about de-arresting people is there being inept.

Right, enough of that, Episode 6, Sgt Keith where are you?

Nora is raising money to end FGM and tackle it in the immigrant community and I?? Fucking love her. Let her sell her drugs! She's a legitimate business woman!

Also the police department act like they just don't care about bringing the person committing FGM to justice anyway because they're so blinkered by anger at Nora.

*sigh* I think the problem with this is it might just be too accurate a depiction of the police and their attitudes.

There are many beautiful and scrunkly people in this but they're all so fucking awful and still not a hint of Sgt Keith :((

I think imdb lied to me again :|

The end! I’m not watching episode 5 to make sure because it sounds like they’ve made Nora’s son (the actual big bad probably) into a gay sex offender just to go full house on the awful stereotypes bingo card. And I’m not watching episode 7 just to be sure because this is where I draw the line, Chook! If you were playing a character with anything to do I might have bothered, but if I’m missing out on one more desk shot with procedural speak I’ll just have to live with it.

Rating

Dead? Nope, but frankly who’s paying attention

Evil? All the cops in this seem to routinely break the rules, and he’s happy to obstruct defence lawyers so yeah I’m not keen

Affects the plot? *snort*

0.5/5 tragically pointless! The flirting with Viv and the complaining about the cockatoo was cute though.