#or the humping each other on stage idk

[loveguts]

sometimes i remember twenty one pilots covered mcr and it's so fucking funny to me, like wdym tyler "gay people are a burden and i can't speak out in support of trans people" joseph in his shitty christian band covered the song written by a he/they from the emo rock opera album that's directly before the song about going to hell and gender dysphoria

[sunoosets]

NAH BCS- have you seen that one stage or idk where jw lifts one member (I can't remember who) or smth? he would definitely be into fucking you on the wall while carrying you🤭🤭

i have, i have, but i can't find it😓 i get what u mean tho, so i hope u enjoy<33

Jungwon would love fucking you against walls if it meant he could be carrying your weight. The strength and power he would show made his self-esteem grow, as well as his cock. Which he wouldn't hesitate to rub on your clothed pussy, while his fingers dug deeply into the flesh of your thighs and held them apart. Spread, so he could place himself between your legs and moan while he humps you with his bulge🤭

He loved holding you up against the cool plaster of your bedroom wall, kitchen wall, living room wall. Wherever. He loved pressing you up against it, and letting you rely on him. Settle yourself on his palms, which carried you so effortlessly. It was evidently easy in that position, too. Jungwon would allow your legs to tie around his waist and let your feet cross over at the back. Your hands would be trailing down, between his shoulders, and the fingers you would bring up harshly, dragging deep into his flesh made him whine.

He could push his cock into you easily, having you so near. He could even tease you, and you couldn’t retaliate, as he was the one holding you. Jungwon would often hump his leaking cock on your pussy, not gifting you the relief of having his thick length inside of you. Pumping. He would even tease his swollen, pink tip between your folds, and let it drag through the slick and rub over your neglected clit. In the end, he would always give in. Not taunting you for long, as his own cock would twitch and beg for your warmth around him. Sucking him in.

He was also entirely into fucking you against walls because of your own reactions. The lust that would flash along your corrupted gaze when you watched his face be scrunched into an expression of focus. Brows furrowed, lower lip being chewed lightly. Eyes concentrating firmly on your body, and your body only, as he held you up and snapped his hips into you. You had also verbally stated how much you liked his muscles flexing when he held you. Biceps twitching and the tendon in his neck showing whenever he had tossed his head back. Hair falling against his eyes.

He loved seeing you so close, and the faces you made just because of him, and the fast, accurate thrusts that made you clench around him, and almost buckle his knees. The position allowed your heated core to be pressed firmly on his hardened, desperate cock. He would twitch, and you would whimper. You would pulse needily on his bulge, grinding softly, and he would buck up into your clothed clit. So overwhelmed with the proximity. Your bodies were physically entwined. The heat spread further than your stomachs as your sweaty chests were pressed along each other. Skin rubbing on skin. Fingers and palms clutching and sliding along each other’s features, collarbones, and shoulders. Thighs were being held harshly, gripped harder with each smooth drag Jungwon would let his cock take inside of you. Pushing into you until his hips had collided with your own. Breath, hot and heavy, would meet the other’s heated cheeks and light them a faded red. You could smell his shampoo each time he lay his forehead to rest between your shoulder and neck. Sighing heavily with pleasure, muffling his moans into your damp, shaking flesh. His hair would tickle your jawline, and then he would kiss below your ear. Making your head fall back against the wall, and your chin tilt upward as his soft, plush, warm lips would glide along your throat. Sucking while he fucked you dumb along the plaster. Your body moving up, and down the wall. You had only hoped it was soundproof, as the two of you were vocal. Jungwon with his desperate grunts and groans when his cock would slide back and forth between your wet walls. You with your soft whimpers, and needy moans into the air between you.

Plus, being able to squeeze and rub your thick thighs between his palms and fingers was something that made his stomach do flips. Having full control, and being able to satisfy you made him cum hard🤭

[wrathofrats]

idk why but I thought you may like the idea of Aurora, when she's new to performing publicly, fears that the fans may see her as "the innocent one" or something similar due to her being Very Obviously Smol in comparison to the other ghouls, ghoulettes, and of course, Papa. Being, y'know, a demon, she instead decides she wants to be the raunchiest one on stage...

So she decides to try and sneak a flash of some kind to the crowd during a ritual and it may go a bit further than she intends :]

I hope this is ok!! I modified the request a bit bc I was having thoughts and ideas. It’s maybe a bit misogynistic, dew and Swiss really teasing Aurora over the whole innocent thing. But I am a gay woman so I’m allowed to perpetuate sexist stereotypes and if you disagree you’re also sexist. (THIS IS A JOKE) but know the banter is in good fun, they’re obv all some kind of poly bonded pack thing so auroras gucci.

Or aurora decides to throw her panties into the crowd, and things don’t exactly go her way (based on that panties on dews guitar gif you know the one)

“I’m not doing this with you right now dew” Aurora grumbles, batting his hands off of her.

Dew looks too smug. Like hes won some secret game that Aurora doesn’t know about. A mischievous glint in his eye that makes Aurora want to kick him in the balls to hopefully neuter his perpetual horniness.

It’s their own little tradition at this point in the tour. Swiss and dew and whoever else was bored would come hang out in the ghoulettes dressing room while they pinned their hair to fit neatly under their helmets and to apply the black face paint. Dew usually showed up to steal cumulus’ never ending supply of bobby pins, and swiss was there to help with smearing the paint onto everyone.

“Iighten up your highness” dew laughs, backing away from her with his hands up as if he didn’t just wrap them around her body to grab at her waist. “You’re not this prudish when you come knocking at my hotel door”

“I’m not a prude,” Aurora grumbles. Swiss and dew giggle to themselves as Aurora swipes her hands at them to make them back up from where she’s placed herself on the counter. She can feel cirrus’ glare through the mirror, directed at the two idiots that are currently still laughing among themselves.

“You’re telling me you’re not ms ‘don’t mention sex around the other ghouls! They can’t know I’ve fucked you!’” Swiss teases, his voice pitching to mock auroras. “Come on princess, I don’t know why you demand to be seen as so innocent.”

Aurora wants to scream at them to leave their dressing room already. Dew and Swiss can tend to be idiots while they’re separated, but together? Aurora isn’t sure how they manage to lose brain cells when they combine.

“I just didn’t want anyone knowing I’ve fucked you, I don’t care about anyone else”

She’s not innocent like Swiss says, is she? Sure she’s smaller, tends to be more reserved in that regard, but Aurora thinks it’s unfair to call her innocent of all terms. She could be worse sure, not tending to go as far as humping the stage or groping her bandmates like dumb and dumber, but she likes her little act. She likes her swishy cape and little dances with her tambourine, and how she twirls and -

God maybe she is a princess.

The boys continue to laugh, mostly shoving each other around at this point. Aurora can hear cirrus yell at Swiss to shut up and help her with her paint, even now lost in her own thoughts. Ideas come and go, staring at her lap and swinging her legs. She’s not innocent. She’s just as bad as the rest of them and they all know that. The fans know that too, right? She’s a demon, a fucking creature from hell.

She’s not innocent.

She hops off her perch to shove her way past dew and into the bathroom to pull her uniform bottoms off. Her idea is probably stupid, will probably get her reprimanded and placed on whatever terrible chore imperator comes up with when they get back. But the reactions from the other ghouls, especially Swiss and dew, will make it worth it.

Aurora quickly takes off her panties and pulls her uniform back up, cringing at the feeling of the rough fabric against her. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but the weird insecurity of not wearing underwear makes every sensation feel tenfold.

A 5 minute call sounds through the rooms. She grabs her underwear and hastily puts them in her pocket before running out to get in her position.

Her movements are meant to tease. Hands running over her body, jutting her hips behind her hoping Swiss will look back at her. She wants him to come on her platform, wants him to take her on the innocent act she’s been offering. She wants him to smell her through her uniform.

It’s just an extra personal part in her plan. She tries not to bounce giddily as he does notice and run behind the different set pieces to come walk up into her space. He can feel his breath on her neck as he approaches her, his all too wide smile trying to intimidate her, mock her after their conversation earlier.

Auroras lucky Swiss is good at improv, and an even better performer. Barely reacts as she shoves him to his knees. Even grabs her thighs and mock drags his tongue along her legs. Hes fucking obscene, she should’ve known the reaction she would get like this.

The real reward is the way she can see Swiss’ mouth twitch as he shoves his face right next to her cunt. He can smell her, would nose against the outline if they weren’t still performing in front of thousands of people, honestly she’s sure he’s forgotten considering the way his face turns into a snarl. Aurora is positive she will pay for this later, but for now? She couldn’t be happier.

The second phase of her plan comes once Swiss leaves. She eyes the audience carefully, eyes her bandmates to wait for the perfect opportunity. Dew turns to mess with rain, while phantom moves to mess with the audience on his side of the stage. All the ghouls are occupied, not paying attention.

Aurora pulls her panties out of her pocket, balling them in her fist so they can’t be seen through her hand. Hastily she throws them towards the crowd, praying they make it to their destination.

Whatever she prayed to however, is not listening.

They land directly next to dewdrop, right by his feet as he steps back onto them. He pulls his foot up, eyeing the black fabric in confusion. She watches in horror as he swings them around his finger, looking back at her as if he knows they’re hers,

Before hanging them on the head of his guitar. Displaying them for the whole crowd.

[seongminiz]

to do list:

write smutty things in jo’s inbox✅

so.. i see u like zb1…did u watch the mv for zb1’s sweat? i am currently trying to keep up with too many groups atm but the mv did alter my brain chemistry permanently and honestly i’m too scared to watch the live stages but i’ve got 2 scenarios playing out here because i am not a loyal person when it comes to zb1😓

i desperately need to ride jiwoong and have him smack my ass with the same enthusiasm as he humps the air towards the end of the mv.. his chest.. ugh i wanna lick all over it and suck his tiddies in my mouth, men who have tiddies justshhdjdjdjd i desperately need my face in between them at all times slobbering all over them omgggg.. erm and then idk i just need jiwoong to wreck me . like i’m so serious he’s insane for looking like that what the hell!!!! is his problem!!!! that wasn’t really a scenario honestly head empty when it comes to him. i could see him being into dumbification for sure.. i also see ppl hc him as being rly mean/frat boy but i don’t think so :( i think he’d be a fairly soft dom but if u want him to hurt u then he will >:))))

matthew on the other hand.. on paper, he’s my bias for sure, and i love toxic!matthew headcanons and i do agree he is probably(hopefully) rly big and girthy.. he’s definitely the type of guy to want his partner to wear a sundress or like some loose shorts whatever gives him the easiest access to play with you, would fill you up with his cum and then make you try to hold it in, in public<333 park dates or beach dates or smth summery but he’s out to get u the whole time, keeping you so flustered and needy and then giving you what u want, mocking you for it cuz ur just a dumb baby :(( need his cock all the time :(( and then cumming inside and making u hold it in so he can watch you struggle to do so and become so ashamed when it begins to dribble down ur thighs.. but the feeling of clenching to try to keep it inside you just makes you desperate again and the cycle continues<33333

i feel like i often come into ur inbox and then kinda blackout and then i’m just like yeah idk what that was *tucks hair behind ear* anyways i hope u like.

- 🧁 anon

🧁 do u want me dead be honest ..... just think of how i felt when i woke up this morning n saw this long ass ask in my inbox 💔💔💔 /pos

(i kept it to myself for the whole day bc im a gatekeeper at heart amen)

yes i did watch the sweat mv !! that part of the choreo at the end .. my friend started calling it the dickslap so now everytime we see a video of it we send it to each other like 'get dickslapped‼️‼️' bc we have the humor of a 12yo

ANYWAYS u r so real especially bc like .. who doesn't love a good pair or man tits⁉️

me with jiwoong fr fr :

NO LITERALLY JIWOONG IS SUCH A SOFT DOM IDC IDC U R SO RIGHT FOR THAT idc what anyone else says

matthew ..... i dont even have words for what u wrote for matthew i just .

yeah .

hes such a tease i cant stand him i hate him so much (read : i want him so bad its not even funny)

OFC I LIKE THIS HELLOOOO I LIKE EVERYTHING U WRITE I SWEAR

[mrs-monaghan]

https://www.tumblr.com/mrs-monaghan/720994685390307328/all-the-anons-who-keep-on-saying-that-in-the-mv?source=share

In which au people are living. See I'm a jkk and don't belive JK is gonna make out in a MV lol but SK is not a holy country people like to belive it is. I only stan bts but that doesn't mean idk other things happening there. If you come out of the bts bubble you can see multiple artists who had explicit scenes in mvs especially in 2nd gen. Today's 4th gen is so vulnerable to anything like these because 1)most fans are kids 2)idols themselves are kids.

But there are multiple adult artists who had making out and what not in their MVs. Gdragon straight up dry humped his back dance on stage, Taemin had very sensual acts with his back dancer, sunmi had making out MVs, Jay park's MV are explicit as well. Heard of hyuna? Her MVs and Performances while she was part of 'trouble maker' were spicy af, she used to be intimate with Dawn on stage when they were part of Tripple H (this was before their dating announcement ). Oh and the FS you will see, your (as in not you shaz but generally) eyes will pop out watching the level of FS. Male idols used to grind on each other and kiss on stage just to hear some screams.

Korean dramas, not the sweet 2 sec lip press dramas which are so popular, but there are multiple R rated scenes in many dramas, the Han so hee in the question had acted bed room scenes with her co actor multiple times. So yeah 'because it's sk' is out of the question because SK is not what we know through BTS.

Alot of projecting happening with JJKs

[mermaidsirennikita]

'can't handle how my dick feels about this woman' PLEASE NOW YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME RECS ABOUT THIS!!!! 🤭

For sure!

Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas--An iconic example. Derek can't stand to be around Sara because he's always doing weird shit like stealing her glasses (to keep) and taking her bonnet off because he likes her hair. But he's also TOO DANGEROUS FOR HER. Unfortunately she's extremely horny and prone to chasing him around. This is the book where he famously says she leaves him like a "drawn dog" (aka a dog that was pulled off the other dog without finishing lmao). PEAK ROMANCE.

Accidentally Compromising the Duke by Stacy Reid--Just finished this today! The hero is a widower who just wants a stepmother for his daughters. His first wife died in childbirth and he's determined to not have sex with the heroine after they have a marriage of convenience. I knew the game was on when she was talking to him and standing too close and he looked at her mouth and went "fuck" and then walked away to press his head against the door.

Heartbreak by Sarah MacLean (out 8/23)--Clayborn is so intensely besotted with Adelaide and just can't handle it. I think one of my favorite scenes in the book is when they have to have a normal conversation in the company of another woman and his internal monologue is just like "JESUS CHRIST".

The Return of the Duke by Lorraine Heath--The hero is so fucking pissed because the heroine was his dead father's mistress. And from the first page it's just like. Boner city lmao. He's so obsessed with her and incredibly fucked up about it.

I'm Only Wicked with You by Julie Anne Long--American hero, English heroine, enemies to lovers situation. The hero and heroine spar but then basically spend entire scenes verbally trying to turn each other on in the presence of company while being slick about it. At one point I think she mentions that "naked" is a word she shouldn't say and everyone else is uncomfortably laughing while he tries to not come in his pants.

It Happened One Autumn by Lisa Kleypas--Another enemies to lovers classic. The hero is uptight and stodgy and says you only need to fuck once a week to be satisfied. The heroine is this free spirited, stubborn American heiress who completely challenges that notion by making him want to maul her at any moment.

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long--Hero is an uptight duke in his forties, the heroine is a scandalous opera singer in her twenties. He's teaching her Italian and there's a delightful moment where she writes an Italian phrase down on a sheet of paper and is like "all the stage hands keep saying this shit to me and idk what it means" and he like has a coughing fit and loses his shit because it translates to "I want to fuck you".

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas--Hero is in love with his childhood friend (who loves him back) but feels unworthy of her and dangerous to her health. She doggedly pursues him while he's like "PLEASE SPARE ME" the entire time.

Dearest Rogue by Elizabeth Hoyt--The hero is the heroine's bodyguard. She's a good bit younger than him and blind, and he's incredibly attracted to her but trying to hold back until they have to hit the road together. At one point he like. Loses his shit and dry humps her to completion lmao. It's an awkward carriage ride the next day.

Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt--Maximus is like a cat in heat around Artemis and he hates it and I love it and she loves it too. He can't handle his dick, your honor.

The Highwayman by Kerrigan Byrne--The plot of the book lmao. The hero is traumatized and touch averse but he wants to touch the heroine alllll over and has a voyeurism thing.

The Viscount Who Loved Me by Julia Quinn--Because... obvi.

The Rogue of Fifth Avenue by Joanna Shupe--The hero is a a lawyer employed by the heroine's father, and he's desperately trying to keep his job and also not get murdered by the man. But God, he wants to fuck her.

A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean--He wants to fuck her; and yet his revenge!!!

[muffindaddystyles]

Request: Could u do one where y/n is a stripper but her and Harry are already together. So Harry and his friends all know y/n works at the strip club because she’s Harry girl and they all go up there and she gives him a lap dance?? Idk I just need something dirty😂✋🏽

Disclaimer: Public infatuation, spitting and teasing.

//

Do you ever see shit crumbling down infront of your eyes and said, "fuck it." before taking the step that could have a ominous impact on your life? Perhaps Y/N did the same. When she couldn't pay for her UNI she started working at a club as a waitress, scrubbing the awful stickiness of beers and alchol wasn't a nightmare for her at least.

She always admired the girls outdoing themselves on stage, something so fascinating about having men on the tip of their shoes and emptying their pockets just to have a watch of mere skin.

One night when the clock striked past 2 am and the club had barely three people her friend ushered her on the stage, it wasn't sexy and eroticaly mind blogging. She was trying to have fun (she's very socially akward and have a stage phobia). Rather, cute as she danced in her pink skirts and showy apron not caring when her headband slid down as she spinned around the pole with loud giggles.

What took her gasp away was a beautiful man sitting in the corner dimmed away from the bashing lights of the room. Hand adorned in gems and jewels wrapped around the crystal glass of beer as he sat man-spreading in a black suit, a white shirt underneath that gives the glimpse of his tattoos and an evident smirk of ferver for her that made her tummy scorch.

"Y/N!" The bartender shouted for her, "Take this order for the table 22, quick." She tumbles down two stairs hastily and it takes out a chuckle from his lips, his eyes following her constantly. The glass of another bevy is for none other than the man with emarld eyes and chocolate curls.

She approaches him with a bicker between her mind and heart to shut the fuck up, as she slides the glass infront of him without glancing up at him.

"Y'dance gorgeously." His voice sultry and so so supple she couldn't belive it came out from him. "Uhm thank you . . . but 'm not what you're thinking 'm." She fumbles with her apron back treating slowly and he raises his brows not in amusement but in acknowledgement puffering out his bottom red lip she oh so gonna think about whole night.

"Doesn't matter, eh." She nods, "like somethin' else?" Her smile. Harry think her smile lit up his previous grumpy mood and his eyes falls over her shoes, he didn't like that they were literally about to thread into patches.

"Nope. Jus' headin' out, take care, love." Fuck him. There's no way she wouldn't imagine about him, being there in her dainty loft.

He left a bunch of cash as her tip and it made her all blushy.

//

Their next encounter was rather funny. Bumping into eachother at a grocery shop and her collection of junk food, cans of sweet sodas and candies went flying infront of him making her feel giddy that what he'd think about him? A child of five ready to go back to school?

His apologies were cut short when he sees it's her and his eyes went glowy. She's completely a different person when not under the blazing lights, so soft and clean wearing a cream coloured sweater, curdoury lilac pants and spectacles perched atop her bunny nose.

Him in a rolling stones tee and slacks.

"Y'alright, there?" He asks her with a brush to her elbow and she nods, "oh, Mr. Gucci pants?" That was the point where their love story started not a clićhe one but Harry's head over heels for her to this day. She calls him Gucci pants to annoy him cause his trousers that had a visible gucci label on the hem of them.

Then after few months of them hanging out and their first kiss she got to know that he's the owner of the club she fucking works at. She didn't know what to do, is that okay to date something out of your status and league? Even boss? She ghosted him for weeks and realized that how much she missed him. His thoughts didn't seem to leave her mind at all, his lips and kisses.

They've a most healthy relationship, he doesn't stop her from working at club as a waitress neither does he feels remorseful when she gets angry for paying her extra replying with cheekiness, "can't wait to have our bank accounts together, i like to give y'me lovin' sweet bug."

Their sex life's a proper satisfaction for both of them, Harry's such a caring domineering to her and it makes her cry sometimes when she floats into her sub-space. She loves to have him inside her after rough nights and to have sex in the morning getting sticky due to him hardening while still inside her.

She's public shy so they never try anything outside (harry respects her boundaries and gives her space whenever she needs some) but giving him a blowjob in his car doesn't seem that scary, does it? And the fact she loves to keep him warm and wet in her mouth everytime. He exposed her to the world of sex toys and how to use them, she was hesitant in the start but now loves to play with herself while he caresses his cock infront of her.

She hates being tied up! Always wants to touch him and feel his velvety skin. He ties up when she's being a bad puppy.

She loves when he fucks her from behind on her knees studying and sometimes she likes him harsh too, to be pounded raw, it makes her panties soak with yearn to have him.

But, in general he's all pet names and kisses. Gifting her silks and making her matchas. Cuddles and hugs from behind. Though, he likes to be a small spoon with his face tucked between her squishy tits and likes to have back rubs by her when the work gets a load on him.

Today though she'd like to come out of her cocoon and do something bold to show him that she wanna put the same effort to turn him on as he does. She doesn't know that her only presence stiffens his dick.

Harry was along his friends in his usual spot away from the bustling crowd when the patter of heels distracted them making their heads perk up, "would you guys like something?" She asks them and Nialler who's already miffed bad hiccups, "another bevy fo' me." She rolls her eyes at him sticking her tongue out.

"Then fetch one for yourself." While they bickered Harry admired his girl. The curve of her peach and her fleshy thighs, the stocking she's wearing doing nothing to satiate his burn to fuck her right now on these tables infront of everyone. "Anddd what'd you like to 've, Sir." She dips her knee between his thighs near his crotch whispering sultry-ly in his ear and pressing her wet lips against his earlobe on purpose.

"You." He smiles bashfully running his hands under her skirt and thighs giving it lil smack making her squeal softly, "'m all yours to take." She smooches a kiss to his mouth and presses her panties clad cunt against his man-spread moaning subtly when he groped her ass to assist her in humping him.

"Get a room you guys!!" Their friends hollered and Harry was quick to take Y/N's hand leading her to a private room, "On the sofa legs spread fo' me." She doesn't listen to him and pushes him down instead crawling up his lap.

"No." She tries to use the most intimidating voice, "what? You sound like a kitten, baby." He teases her letting his fingers linger over her garter and she hisses when he snaps it. She pins his wrists between them telling him grumpy-ly, "I - said - no." Her neck stretches giving Harry more skin to plant kisses as she brought his hand to cup them against her pussy.

"Wanna fuck me 'n d'the dirty work yourself? Go on then." He murmures grazing her collarbones with his teeth and palms her chest, stroking the perked nipple again and again to make her wet than she already's. Except of undressing him herself she orders him because she's too far gone to do anything other than have his cock pounding inside her, "Undress." When he does so she wraps her hand around his huge prick and taps his cherry lips with her fingers.

Pulling at his foreskin for some time and coating it perfectly with his own pre-come she sides her panties with shaky fingers and sinks down on him completely, she loves this position. In this way he feels too big inside her, deep to her tummy and could embrace eachother cosily.

"This's what you wanted? To fuck yourself with me prick, to keep it forever inside you?" He grabs her from sides helping her ride him and she hugs his shoulders whimpering with each languid stroke of his thickness against her spongy walls, "yes, yes, yes." His balls slaps against her bum and she squeezes around him with a cry.

He tuts in a mean voice, "Look how 've turned me sweet innocent Y/N into a filthy girl whose cunt's always drippin' with me cum." Her hairline beads with sweat and she muffles her moans by bitting him, he yanks her.

"Let everybody listen how hard ye're bein' pounded." He growls spanking her ass to a plump redness, groping her asscheeks to push harder and it makes her squirt around him.

"More, more, please more." She says in a soft hoarseness thighs quaking around his waist from exhaustion and he chuckles kissing her temple rolling her sensitive clit with the pad of thumb to make her cum, "oh! Harry — " This time she moans without holding back and when she doesn't stop moving Harry takes the hint.

"Bug you're gettin' tired." He flips them. Pressing her thigh against the back of couch with a tight grip of his hands around, so tight it'll leave imprints. Looking down a whimper slips from his throat at the sight of her widely spread for him and her pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard cock, though the sofa is already ruined with their wetness he spits where they're connected.

The dirty, sloppy wet noises of them turns him on so bad and he laps at her nipples like a kitten would do drilling inside her vigorously it makes her gasp in pleasure, moan and cry his name.

She rakes her nails down his spine when he grinds down at her in rough circles, "I'm gonna cum." She cries out cramping around him and their bones rattles with each pound she receives from him.

"Come fo' me darlin', gonna count to three — " He caresses her jaw, kissing her again and again face expression bundling up with the wave of pleasure that's about fluid over him as she thrashes under him, head on the sofa and torso stretching out, "fuck, fuck, fuck." He mutters unloading inside of her in sticky white ribbons that spill out of her because he came alot.

Taking a breather they untangle themselves a little and she whispers snuggling into his neck, "might think we could crash at this sofa tonight." Wrapping her calves around him like a koala.

"But, 'm hungry too." She giggles when her stomach grugled angrily.

"Let's clean up and get fish 'n chips from the next shop." He pets her head.

"Amazing!" She chirps.

//

[awsugar]

Hi I'm sorry I'm new to this scene but do you think frank and gerard were actually dating/ did anything. Also if you think it's anyones business idk. Thanks!

mmm is it anyones business?? to be clear, the on stage humping and whatnot is not really on my list of reasons i think something went on. but if you DO get on stage and kiss and hump each others heads and this and that. i think its kind of hypocritical to be like hey no youre not allowed to look any further into that. so. i dont think im like a horrible person for doing my little speculations.

[ryuichirou]

Do you (and your gf, tell her anon said hi) have any top Eren headcanons? Or is Levi the main focus for you two?

opinion on how Eren would be in sex?

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(I hope it’s ok if I reply to both of you here… sorry for the wait)

Levi isn’t the main focus, I just can’t shut up about him because he is my personal fave hahaha, but we love headcanoning stuff about all the characters, but especially the our main ships (eruriererizevi), so feel free to ask if you’re interested in anyone else! These are extremely fun to write.

What’s interesting about Eren is how he changes over the time… well, I don’t think he’s changed much to be honest, but we think he became more bold and mature. I’d say that he also became more open about what he likes, but I tbh I feel like Eren never really knew how to hide what he wants, it’s always written all over his face.

You can also check out my reply to the ask I received 3 month ago about why I like top!Eren so much, I talk about a lot of same stuff here too. And there are some manga caps, so it’s fun 👀

Ok, so here are some of our headcanons about Eren:

Eren is extremely physical. He loves to touch, to grab, to rub his face and to press his head against his lover’s shoulders, back, chest, etc. He became more touchy as he got older, now he grabs and hugs Levi whenever he feels like it. He just knows Levi would let him do that.

Eren doesn’t necessarily hate to be touched, but let’s just say that Levi is the only lover of his who is allowed to touch him wherever he wants. He’ll never say “don’t touch me here” to Levi, he adores him and he’s always hungry for him. He can smack Jean’s hand though, poor Jean.

Eren is very animalistic, very dog/wolf-like. Sometimes he’s straight-up feral. He growls a lot, he grabs very aggressively, he literally mounts his lover like a dog sometimes lol He also dry humps his lover through the clothes from time to time.

Oh and the most obvious thing: he bites A LOT. He’s EXTREMELY bite-y. His teeth are so strong it’s scary. Remember when he bit through his own meat 1023410 times in the manga? He does the same thing to Levi’s shoulders almost every time. He feels guilty afterwards, but as I mentioned in a previous post, Levi doesn’t mind, so this keeps happening.

Is it surprising to anyone that doggy is his preferred position?

Cowboy position with Eren is a little tricky. It’s impossible when he’s to horny, because he’ll end up still moving his hips, thrusting into his lover from below, and then he’ll just change position and take all the initiative anyways. Although sometimes he can just lay and watch his lover with a very bored and almost apathetic face. It’s either this or that, no in-between with him.

Same with blowjobs. He’d either watch his partner suck the d all bored and stuff, or just thrust into his face like if it’d kill him to stay still for a moment. He always goes straight to the throat in this case.

I should probably mention that he never looks bored with Levi (unless it’s needed for a very specific reason for a very particular AU…). Like I said, he adores him too much and respects him too much.

Eren doesn’t hate Jean or whoever else there is in an alternative ship with him. He still enjoys the process, he’s just a little mean lol idk how to explain this one, he’s a little bit condescending towards them, I think it’s based on the fact that Eren’s always bored and treats everyone like crap (it’s shown much better in Isayama’s High School AU) lol

Speaking of Jean, we have a headcanon that in the canonverse these two had some sexual experiments going on back when they were cadets fighting each other every day. This is one of the reasons Jean missed their bickering, Eren got a little distant overtime, and Jean kind of sort of misses that d and that rude attitude that comes with it.

Eren always ejaculates inside. He likes this feeling too much.

He’s very neglectful towards his own body, he doesn’t really think very well when he fucks, and a lot of times he ends up being absolutely exhausted.

He used to be very loud when he was younger. He was moaning, whimpering, mumbling, all this stuff. But now that he’s 19, there’s only heavy breathing and low growls. He doesn’t like to remember how he used to be, it makes him a little embarrassed.

He also used to cry after an orgasm almost every time. He was so overwhelmed and euphoric that by the end of the process he became a wet red crying mess that hides his face in Levi’s neck and bites him for distraction. Plus all the love he’s feeling for Levi becomes too much for him. He was shy about crying even back then but he couldn’t control it very well (Levi pretended he didn’t notice this stuff in order not to make Eren feel uncomfortable). This is the part Eren really doesn’t like to remember as well, this makes him even more embarrassed. Now that he’s 19 he very rarely feels that he’s getting teary eyes, but it still can happen.

I don’t want you to think that Eren in the past was a crying baby, he was still very thoughtful of whatever was going on, he thought about his admiration to Levi and how he should control himself and stuff, and he was still very initiative and... pervy, although the latter was happening by accident. It was just hard for him to think while having sex with Levi (who can blame him) and all his emotions were a mess, but still, the only thing that’s changed – Eren’s calmed down a bit.

Eren gets horny very easily. There were a lot of sudden boners when he was younger, a lot of them happened at very bad moments for him lol his teenage body was out of control. This doesn’t happen so often anymore, but Eren still can get a boner when you least expect him to. For example, sometimes he gets horny while watching a horror movie, even though he’s extremely bored…

If we’re talking canonverse, he definitely got a boner while he was in his titan a bunch of times. When he was crushing titans for the first time ever, when he was fighting Annie both in the forest and in Stohess, when he was fighting Reiner. He was emotionally distressed, but he felt some level of arousal in all of these situations, esp the first one.

When he was at his depressed emo stage, he was more gentle and less intense with Levi. Maybe it’s fair to say that he was asking for comfort with no words, because he couldn’t say anything about what was going through his head at that time, but he needed to run away from these thoughts just for a moment. He was also less bitey back then, but much more clingy.

Out of all the characters, his libido is the highest.  He’s the most interested in sex and probably has it most often compared to others. Especially in the AUs, where he has nothing interesting to do a lot of times and gets bored all the time.

A lot of Eren’s boldness came from him seeing how Erwin and Levi interact with each other. He was a little bit scared of Levi at first, well, rather he was scared that he might disappoint him if he got too clingy. But seeing how patient Levi was to whatever Erwin did to him made Eren think, “Can I really do that to him too?” And then he did. And never got scolded. And everything was great.

He’s the only lover of Levi that helps him with the cleaning afterwards. At least a little bit. He’s a responsible young man.

When he wants to be left alone with his lover to do the thing, it’s super obvious. It’s obvious that he hates everyone who doesn’t leave them alone at the moment, he looks like he’s about to bite your face off if you don’t leave. When he’s pissed off and horny enough, he can just ignore the presence of a person and start touching Levi, waiting for a person to feel uncomfortable and leave. This usually happens to Zeke.

Oof, this is… a lot lol. I feel like we can talk about Eren for even longer than about Levi, and this is saying a lot. His energy is bizarre… And this is such a small portion of everything we’ve discussed about Eren.

Hope you find any of it interesting! Haha

Thanks for your question

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

hiii

58?

Hello anon! Okay NOW we're getting into some spicy goodness! Just warning you now, this post is gonna be LONG.

58. Do you have any recurring fantasies you keep coming back to? Do you think they’ll ever happen?

I actually have a few hehehe — there is that prof one that I've done through roleplay and I think it's pretty hot sometimes, but that is only really for the realm of roleplay, idk if I'd have any courage or enough recklessness to screw a superior when I'm still a student lol (the vast majority aren't my type at my uni anyway lmfao no shade, just tea).

BUT I do have ones where a stunningly beautiful and talented actress dressed in period costume fingerfucks me with my back against a wall in her dressing room during the interval. She has the door locked but we have to be super quick bc she goes back onstage for the first scene of the second half of the show and we're making out a lot and I'm a mess but so is she, so she has to get her hair and makeup fixed after making me cum and before she returns to the stage. There are people banging on the door telling her she has to get onstage asap when I am close so she finishes me off and we kiss again before she fixes herself for the stage. (There are other details too to that fantasy but I won't get into them bc I've written enough about this now hehe)

Another comes from a dream I had one time, but I'm in a Paris apartment, which supposedly belongs to me, and I'm in bed and I begin to touch myself, but it isn't enough, so I fold the duvet in between my legs so I've something to hump, and after a short period I see a really pretty older woman (who is my partner in the dream) watching me and she's all dressed up from coming home from a fancy event and she is sitting on a sofa just admiring the sight; meanwhile I keep going bc I lowkey love being a little exhibitionist and then she comes over to me, sits on the bed and then, well, you can guess what happens next hehe. I'd loove if this one came true to happen irl, but who knows haha!

This final one is one of the very first fantasies I had, so it actually involves being with a guy and not a girl (the fantasy still makes me cum when my mind wanders to it lol). Anyway I'm out here in the height of summer, wandering through an olive grove. I'm just admiring the sapling trees as well the surrounding nature. But then I come across a really attractive guy, more or less the same age as me. He works on the grove and is really nice. There's a looooooot of energy going on between us, and one thing leads to another and we begin to take each other's clothes off - his shirt comes off, he unbuttons my sun dress and we make out for a bit, but it isn't enough. Soon we are almost all skin and idk how but I get a jar of honey out and I put it on our lips and we make out some more, then I put some on his cock and I suck it all off him, much to both our pleasure. Then he pours some honey on me, kisses and licks it off my body, and then licks aaaaaalllll the honey he poured on my pussy. Needless to say, we both cum and are very sated, despite the fact we could have been caught by the other workers, the supervisor, or my family. This one I would reeeeeeaaaaaaaaally love to have happen, but idk if it'll ever happen lmfao. I tried adjusting the fantasy so the other person was a girl and idk it didn't hit the same after going through the fantasy twice. The version with the guy still hits tho hehe.

So there you have it! Those are the main ones that recur for me I think. I'm down for them happening irl but I doubt they will - at least, not in the foreseeable future :/

Thank you for asking though!! ♡ This was acc fun to answer!

BIG NEW LIST OF SEX QUESTIONS

[gayoperatorgunclub]

Is the ultimate ship meme still open? If so, may we p-please get Thatcher/Kaid for it ÓwÒ

i think this’ll be the last one i do for right now, but feel free to send more in!!! it’ll just take a while for me to get to em. anyways, here are your old men: 

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - til one of them dies but i think they’d be the types to grow old together, just without any of the relaxing that usually comes with that trope. they both decided when they were very young that they’d work til they died

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - slowly, but steadily. neither are very outwardly affectionate, but it’s clear to everyone around them that they’re in love

How was their first kiss? - they had been sparring, when jalal leant down and gave a mike a lil kiss :) 

Wedding:

Who proposed? - jalal. they were watching the sunset on mike’s boat, and he just gently pressed the ringbox into mike’s hand

Who is the best man/men? - for mike: sledge. for jalal: oryx

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - for mike: dokkaebi. for kaid: nomad

Who did the most planning? - neither! they don’t really enjoy big ceremonies

Who stressed the most? - they were both nervous, but they’re both at that stage in life where they know better than to stress too much. they’re just chill grandpas with trauma :*)

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - they didn’t really invite anyone to the wedding besides the neccessary witnesses and close friends, but ig mike’s ex 

Sex:

Who is on top? - i think they switch, but more often than not mike’s on top

Who is the one to instigate things? - both! they usually schedule it tho 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - they are OLD!!!!!!! so not very long

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - multiple orgasms??? at this age?????

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - they have enough kids in rainbow as it is, the last thing they need is actual children running around, especially on a boat. jalal’s sphynx cat is more than enough, thanks

How many children will they adopt? - ALL OF RAINBOW

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - neither

Who is the stricter parent? - the two of them are sometimes the only semblance of a parent to these operators, so they simultaneously have to be firm, but nurturing. luckily, they’ve both perfected the art of Fathering

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - the amount of times jalal has explained to a drunk oryx that he can’t run through concrete, or mike has told smoke that mustard gas has been banned from war, so no he can’t use it during training is truly worrying

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - idk but mike is the more protective one. if anyone outside of rainbow makes some bigoted/racist comment to one of His Kids, he’ll have to be restrained by seamus and gilles before he beats their ass (one time some dipshit was catcalling dokki, and mike almost committed a murder)

Who is the more loved parent? - depends on the op!

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - in the event an operator is severely injured during a mission (physically or emotionally), their Government-Assigned Dad WILL be present when harry comes to interview them or w/e. gotta protect the kids from Institution, you know? 

Who cried the most at graduation? - they don’t cry, but they do give massive bear hugs whenever something big happens for one of the other ops

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - mike, as long as they had a good reason 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - jalal. mike can only acquire food, he knows nothing about preparing it

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - mike. he hates stringy cheese

Who does the grocery shopping? - mike. he always complains about jalal spending too much on brand name stuff when the store brand version is just as good, AND significantly cheaper! 

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever one of them has time to pick up cake or ice cream or something

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat lover meat lover meat lover meat lover

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - mike, with maestro’s assistance

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - also mike, but he demands takeout. stupid ass hermit man

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - mike is not allowed to cook because of this

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - jalal. he’s very neat and orderly

Who is really against chores? - mike hates cleaning. slob. 

Who cleans up after the pets? - mike acts like jalal’s cat is a nuisance, but he secretly adores her, so he makes sure her litterbox is always clean, fills her water dish, and gives her extra treats

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - mike

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - neither. they don’t invite guests over (they joke about seamus legally being a resident of the Iron Maiden since he’s there so often)

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - seamus. mike immediately demanded it be given to him as seamus’ rent

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - jalal’s cat

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - when both jalal and mike are on a mission, seamus and adriano will take care of jalal’s cat, which includes taking her for walks like a dog. she’s a very adventurous little lady

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - mike has fairy lights strung up around the boat, but that’s about it

What are their goals for the relationship? - mutual contentment and companionship!!!!

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - jalal’s cat

Who plays the most pranks? - jalal :)

[boltsandashes]

ultimate ship meme

@wexarethewalkingxdead​ sent: Carol & Daryl & Rick (ship meme)

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - These three are ride or die for sure. They balance each other, support and strengthen each other in all the best ways. Once they find their way to each other even Daryl’s skittish impulses won’t ever break them apart XP

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I think they fell in love slowly, in stages. Trust and support built into friendship, into family, and romance kind of crept its way in. 

How was their first kiss? - I guess we’ll see xP But I see Daryl and Rick’s being a little rough, rushed and frantic, Daryl trying to lock it into his memory and then bolt before he’s rejected. With Daryl and Carol it’ll be a lot more tentative: slow in and searching, like their bond’s something precious he’s terrified to break.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Carol, probably. These boys wouldn’t be able to pull themselves together to figure out a proposal (although I can see Rick toying with the notion and being stalled out by the logistics of it. Carol’s much more practical, she’d just say if we wanna do it, let’s do it).

Who is the best man/men? - Glenn, Carl, & Aaron

Who is the bridesmaid(s)? - Michonne, Maggie, Tara

Who did the most planning? - Rick?

Who stressed the most? - I think all of them probably for different reasons. Daryl most about the ceremony itself.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding (Rick’s pretty traditional, I think he’d want that) | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - We’re s5ish era, right? I can’t think of anyone

Sex:

Who is on top? - Rick, Carol... idk, they switch things up

Who is the one to instigate things? - Daryl’s good at instigating, not necessarily continuing. Rick’s probably best at taking charge once things are started. Carol just knows what she wants when she wants it and goes for it.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 (omg genuinely I don’t know, Daryl doesn’t know enough to know what his kinks are so whatever they try would be up to how into it Carol and Rick are) | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - They tend to get off quicker when it’s just two of them, but when all three of them are together they usually make a night of it.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - more or less. They make sure all three of them are involved and enjoying it equally.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time (i think this goes up or down depending on the pair or their mood) | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - together, 0

How many children will they adopt? - they’ll take care of Rick’s, and might take in a few more later if they need it

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Daryl’d probably volunteer most

Who is the stricter parent? - Rick & Carol, depending on the situation. Daryl’d be a marshmallow. 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Carol & Daryl

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Carol

Who is the more loved parent? - i don’t liiiike this question. it really depends on the kid

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Rick

Who cried the most at graduation? - Daryl

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Daryl

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Carol? But Daryl cooks often too

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Rick

Who does the grocery shopping? - Carol. (Daryl does the “grocery” shooting and bringing home meat for them :P )

How often do they bake desserts? - Carol probably does decently often

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - meat, mostly

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Rick?

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Rick

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Still also Rick

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Carol

Who is really against chores? - Rick

Who cleans up after the pets? - Daryl

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Rick? Unless Daryl thinks the job’s pointless, then he might

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Daryl unless it’s family

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - I genuinely do not understand this question 😂i guess whichever one was cleaning there that day idk

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Rick

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Daryl

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Oh no their place would be ridiculously covered in decorations. Daryl’d half-heartedly grumble at the idea at first and then get super into it

What are their goals for the relationship? - Making each other feel secure, loved, and accepted, and creating a comfortable, loving home for the kids.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Rick

Who plays the most pranks? - I think they all have a mischievous side, they could all pull some here and there

[yehet-me-up]

Boiling Point

Pairing: Jongin x reader (female)

Genre: dude idk, soft and romantic... stripper AU?!

Rating: (M) for language and sexual themes/situations 

Word Count: 4,179

Summary: In the year you’ve been working at the Elxyion Male Revue you’ve somehow managed to not date, or anything else, with any of your incredibly hot co-workers. But then a new dancer starts who makes you break all your rules.

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY/CHRISTMAS @gingersaysjump​ ILY BAE <333 😉 😉 😉

The lights on the strip dazzle you, as they always do. 

A hum of pleasure courses through you on your walk to work. In the year you’ve lived here Vegas has never failed to capture your imagination.

The city seems to rise as night falls. While the rest of the world closes its doors and falls asleep, Vegas wakes from its slumber and comes alive. 

A faint breeze blows in off the desert and teases the edges of your dress. The material brushes against your thighs, already slightly damp in the persistent heat. It impresses you the way the blazing sun from the day lingers well on into the night, mixes with alcohol and music and skin, and infuses the city with an electric pulse that doesn’t burn off until dawn. 

Something is coming, you think to yourself abruptly. You draw your lip between your teeth and work at it while you ponder what it could be. 

Call it intuition, fate, whatever you want - it’s there, and it’s always guided you. 

Whatever is coming, you’ll handle it, you tell yourself and shrug absently, releasing your lip. 

Oh how wrong you are.

The club is in full preparation mode when you arrive. Kat the bar manager waves at you before her announcer boyfriend Chanyeol resumes what appears to be a very thorough exploration of her mouth with his tongue.

A man with cat-like eyes gives you a nod, his lips pulling back into what would be a smirk on a more arrogant man. The costume manager is fitting him for a military outfit that looks downright deadly and that familiar coil of heat grows in your core as you meet Minseok’s gaze. 

You lift your hand in greeting, thankfully slipping through the curtain on the far side of the room to head into the staff lounge. He’s been flirting with you for weeks. Making eye contact every time he brought someone on stage to dance with, grinding his hips into that night’s bachelorette or birthday girl so you knew that he wasn’t just tempting you. 

He wanted you to know exactly how good it would be if you finally let him fuck you. 

For weeks he’s been letting his hand linger on your lower back when you all leave together at the end of the night. Giving you knowing looks at staff meetings. Hinting at things, but not acting on them; slowly working down your defenses. 

But for now you’ve remained strong.

There’s always a buzz around the Elyxion Male Revue on Friday nights. Big crowds. Sweat. Screaming women going insane with each new inch of skin revealed by the dancers.

But, more importantly for you, Friday nights bring excellent tips.

You lift your purse over your head and slip it in your locker. Suddenly you feel a chin press to your shoulder. 

‘Are you ready to die, my friend?’ says the cheerful voice. 

Turning you raise a brow at your friend Sarah, you fight a smile as she gives you her giddy I know something you don’t know look.

‘What?’ 

‘Oh come on, ask me,’ she teases, humming.

‘You know I’m not going to ask, so you might as well just tell me,’ you deadpan, pulling your apron from your locker.

‘Ugh, fine. Ruin my fun,’ she says, dropping the charade. ‘Or maybe I won’t tell you, and I’ll get to watch you melt with no warning.’

‘Are you talking about the new military number?’ you ask. ‘Old news. I saw Min being fitted when I came in. Plus, did you forget I work on Sundays when they practice their new routines?’

She makes a sound like a buzzer. ‘Nope. Try again.’

You turn and fold your arms, leveling her with your most serious stare and finally she relents.

‘Oh fine. You’re lucky I love you,’ she says, stepping closer. Something about the mischievous twinkle in her eyes causes the forewarning in the pit of your stomach to come alive again. 

‘There’s a new dancer starting,’ she says nonchalantly. 

Your brows pull together. ‘Okay... and? We get new dancers all the time, how is that news?’

‘Remember that show we watched last month? That dance competition we binged?’

‘I remember you turning it into a drinking game and almost passing out halfway through the first episode.’

She rolls her eyes and laughs. ‘Yes. That one. Well, I have it on news from a secret source that your favorite dancer just accepted a job here and will be here tomorrow to watch the show.’

Images flood your mind - a downright sinful expression on an angelic face. Hip thrusts revealing swaths of tanned, sweat-covered skin. An artistry of movement that somehow stirred both your heart and your desire. 

A groan falls from your lips. ‘Oh, shit.’

Sarah’s eyes light up and she gives you finger guns. ‘There it is!’

‘Kim Jongin is going to be dancing here?’ you ask, desperate to seek clarification.

‘You got it, babe,’ she says, pulling her hair back into a low ponytail and turning to leave. ‘Get ready to burn.’

For a moment you watch her weave through the crowd of dancers, assistants, servers, and bartenders and feel your life tilt off balance.

‘Helloooo ladieeees and welcome to Elyxion, the number one male revue on the strip, out-thrusting Chippendale’s and Thunder From Down Under six nights a week. Are you ready to get this party started?’ Chanyeol’s voice booms over the speakers and the packed crowd goes wild. 

You chuckle to yourself and bend down to take a woman’s drink order over the ecstatic screams of the crowd. 

The sound of a fire alarm goes off through the room and you quickly write down the drink and move toward the bar. 

‘Uh oh, ladies. I think there might be…’ Chanyeol’s joyful voice strings along the crowd, playing perfectly to the mix of fantasy and reality they came here for. 

He walks across the stage, lifting his hand to his ear. ‘A FIRE IN THE BUILDING.’

The lights in the room drop just as you come to stand next to Kat at the bar. The two of you share an amused look and turn to watch the first performance. 

Minseok always starts the show with the first solo - a firefighter number. Something about his combination of devastatingly hotness and his warm and reassuring presence sets the tone for the evening. 

You discreetly deliver drinks to the tables during his dance.

His stare practically bores a hole in the back of your head and you know he’s hoping you’ll make eye contact. It’s a game you both enjoy playing, but there’s something missing tonight. 

For some reason when you finally relent, as you always do, and watch him essentially dry hump the bachelorette on stage to Nelly’s ‘Hot in Herre’ you don’t feel the same electricity you once did.

With a confused shake of your head you carry on with the evening, laughing with the bar staff and other waiters, dancing along to the music when you can’t resist, and wondering what it is about the mere mention of Jongin that threw you off your groove.

The mid-afternoon line in Starbucks drags, sapping your energy. You step from foot to foot, eyeing the man at the front of the line who is placing what appears to be a million orders at once. 

All you want is caffeine, but apparently Saturday is going to put you through hell to get it. After a long Friday night and with another wild night ahead of you, Saturdays always feel like three days in one. 

With a sigh you raise your hand and begin to work your thumb into a kink in your neck. A buzzing in your pocket draws your attention. You pull out your phone and glance at the text on the screen. 

Sarah 2:15pm dead woman walking

Sarah 2:15pm hope you’re ready for tonight ;)

Y/N 2:16pm you stop that now

Sarah 2:16pm nope, can’t make me

Sarah 2:16pm muahahahaha

You laugh to yourself and slide the phone back in the pocket of your dress. 

Finally the man of a million orders moves to the side and the line moves forward. 

The heat in Vegas is an insistent, unrelenting beast. It tugs at your hair, plays along the line of your neck, trails down your spine, refusing to let you find relief. If the club wasn’t air conditioned you’d be willing to bet women of all ages would literally pass out from the combination of masculine sexuality and heat in the air. 

It’s especially hot in this goddamn Starbucks because the constant crush of bodies refuses to let the door stay closed and do its job of keeping this place cool. 

A group of teenagers brushes past you. One of the boys reaches around to tickle the girl next to him and she jolts in surprise, crashing into you and throwing you backward - directly into the person behind you.

Strong hands wrap around your body, keeping you upright.

‘Shit, I’m so sorry,’ the girl says, reaching out a hand in your direction.

You wave her off with a smile. ‘No harm, no foul. It’s crowded as hell in here.’

She looks relieved and the hoard of youths finally departs, leaving you to turn and thank your rescuer. 

Only years of customer service jobs and a practiced ability to control your reactions keeps you from dropping your mouth in shock. 

The man behind you is none other than Kim Jongin himself, even more handsome in person in low slung jeans and a plain black button-up shirt. He finally removes his fingers from their hold on your upper arms and instantly you want to ask him to put them back.

‘Are you all right?’ he asks, low voice cascading across your skin. 

You shake your head to clear it and give him a warm smile. ‘Yes, thanks to you.’

He laughs. ‘No problem. I’m not used to Starbucks’ being so crowded, but then again I’ve never visited one in Vegas.’

‘I know, right? Vegas is a universe unto itself. No normal rules apply.’

The line slides forward and you take a few steps up before turning back to him. When you do you see that he’s nonchalantly taking a look at your tanned legs showed to perfection by the skirt you’re wearing.

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, you think, lips twitching in amusement.

‘See something you like?’ 

He lifts his eyes to meet yours. Were he another man he might look apologetic, chastised, or maybe make a pass at you, a bold statement claiming you as his own possession to admire. 

But he surprises you.

‘Sorry, that was rude of me - checking you out before I even ask your name.’ 

A boyish smile graces his lips accompanied by the seductive lift of one brow. A heat that has nothing to do with the high temperatures outside sweeps through you. 

Warning bells go through your mind. Your commitment to not date people you work with. A hard-learned lesson not to be swept up by men who seem too good to be true rushes to your consciousness.

But unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at things, you’ve never been one to heed warnings. 

The moment stretches on, neither of you breaking eye contact. There’s something in his irises, playing around his expression you can’t place. An attraction, sure. Playfulness, definitely. You decide to call it purity, someone who is exactly who he presents himself to be - no bullshit or facade, a rarity in Vegas.

You are well and truly fucked. And he didn’t even have to take your clothes off.

‘Well. Are you going to ask?’ you say, giving him your best flirtatious smile.

His brows crease adorably. ‘Ask what?’

The line moves forward and you’re finally to the register. Delight courses through you. Leaning forward you pause a few inches from his ear, looking at him through your lashes. ‘My name.’

He laughs, a bright warm sound, as unrestrained and un-self-conscious as the rest of him while you place your order. 

When you step aside he’s got his phone out, holding it up to you with your name saved, making you laugh. Damn, you’d given your name to the barista. 

‘How about a number to go with the name?’ 

Your lips pull back into a lopsided smirk. ‘I don’t think you’ll need it.’

He looks confused again. Somehow, your drink is already ready, the barista at the end of the bar calling your name. 

‘I work at Elyxion,’ you say, joy and mischief infusing your words. 

He chuckles, looking down at his feet. Another man might have asked questions, been off-put by the clear disparity of information between the two of you. But once again he surprises you, merely lifting a shoulder and turning to place his order. 

‘I’ll see tonight.’

‘See you there... Jongin,’ you draw out the syllable, earning another laugh from him as you weave your way outside through the crowd.

The buzz in the club is even higher than normal when you arrive. Something about Jongin’s upcoming appearance has pushed everyone to operate at an even higher level. Costume staff, servers, even some of the strippers themselves - all seem to be trying extra hard tonight. 

You laugh to yourself as you get ready, already surrendered to whatever the night will bring. 

When you show up to the pre-opening staff huddle you find Jongin easily, his silver hair shining even in the low light of the prep room. When he sees you he gives you a wink before turning to listen to your general manager Junmyeon give the rundown for the show tonight.

He introduces Jongin and everyone welcomes him, the words passing through your mind without your notice. You’re far too distracted by the low cut shirt he’s wearing as you shamelessly check him out.

He catches you watching and smothers a laugh, raising an eyebrow as if to say fair is fair. 

You mouth ‘at least I know your name’ to him and his eyes crinkle at the corner as he tries not to laugh.

The huddle breaks up and Junmyeon claps a hand on Jongin’s shoulder, steering him backstage to watch the show. 

Unfortunately you only catch glimpses of him throughout the night as you serve drinks. He watches the routines with focus, mimicking the moves subtly in almost real time. 

You find him like a homing beacon every time you serve on the far side of the room. And every time you walk back to the bar you run your hand along your neck, simultaneously cursing and thanking God for bringing this man into your orbit. 

Sunday is everyone’s Friday, blessedly. A final show to close out the week and then a long day off on Mondays for everyone to rest and recover. 

After two full days of weekend high the building is always nice and empty when you arrive for your shift. Sunday afternoons you and Kat do all the weekly tasks like inventory and ordering and bookkeeping in between yawning and drowning yourselves in coffee. 

Jongin arrives just after two in an obscenely arousing pair of gray sweatpants and a black tank top. He waves to you and Kat while chatting with some of the other performers before heading onstage. 

You do your best to not watch his rehearsal, avoiding the way you can see every line of his body as he practices the choreography. 

‘Those goddamn hip thrusts,’ you mutter, glancing away as if he’s the sun, too bright and hot to look at without being burned in some way.

‘What was that?’ Kat asks, but the look on her face lets you know that she’s aware of not only what you said, but also what you meant. 

You stick your tongue out at her and kneel down to intently count the glassware behind the bar. 

‘That’s what I thought.’

After the last of the group numbers is through a DJ Khaled song starts, low and dangerous, and you feel it in your gut that this is the song they’ve chosen for Jongin’s solo dance. 

‘Fuck,’ you sigh.

‘He’s dancing right now isn’t he,’ you ask with a wince, looking up at Kat. 

She’s got her arms folded, leaning back against the bar. She tilts her head and whistles. ‘He sure is, my friend.’

‘Double fuck,’ you laugh to yourself. 

‘You really should be watching this.’

‘Nope. No. Definitely not,’ you say decisively. ‘No dating people I work with. Or anything else for that matter, no matter how sweet and charming and incredible at dancing they are.’

She laughs. ‘Honey, I think you might want to make an exception.’

You narrow your eyes at her and go back to counting, standing and turning your back on the stage to work on the liquors.

‘You know that works better when you practice on a real person!’ Kat calls out, startling you.

‘What are you doing?!’

When you turn you see Sehun the choreographer rolling his eyes in amusement and Jongin on the floor, raised up on his arms smiling at you.

Kat gives you a satisfied grin. ‘Trust me.’

Jongin stands, resting his hands on his hips. Even from this distance you can see his chest rise and fall with his breathing, the sweat that shines on his chest and arms. 

He stares you down, raising that damn brow in challenge. ‘Are you volunteering?’

She practically shoves you forward, taking the inventory list from your hands. ‘Yes, she is.’

You curse under your breath and smooth your hair behind your ears while you walk. Just what you need, to burn alive with lust while half your co-workers watch. 

‘Hold You Down’ starts over again, the bass from the speakers thrumming through your veins. 

In all the months you’ve worked here you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve been on stage. And you knew decidedly how many times you’ve been on stage in this context - none. 

From here the bright lights of the stage make it hard to see the rest of the room, or even backstage. The spotlights create a bubble that exists only for you and Jongin. You assume the position on the chair set up at center stage, bracing your hands and grasping the edges of the chair for dear life.

With his eyes fixed on yours he moves in time to the beat, drawing his lip into his mouth and biting down as he takes off his shirt with aching slowness. 

Once it’s free he steps up to you, bringing his face a breath from yours. He bends down, running his hands up your thighs to grasp your hips. You almost whine at how goddamn good he looks staring up at you, his head inches from where you want him the most, if you’re honest with yourself. 

In one fluid motion he cups your thighs and lifts you onto his shoulders, your legs over him and your crotch directly in his face. You scream and laugh, grasping the back of his head in your hands to avoid falling. He gives you a wink that only you can see and your shake your head in amusement.

The chorus kicks in, fast and sensual, and he shifts you, spinning you into a bridal style hold. 

He moves again, laying you on the floor before tearing off his pants and crawling over you, a hungry look on his face that makes you clench your thighs together. 

You’re so captivated by his expression you hardly see what he’s doing with his body. But oh, how you feel it. 

His thighs press against yours as he grinds himself into you, balancing the line all male dancers have to between giving the lucky chosen woman what she wants but maintaining enough professional distance to avoid coming on too strong.

Too bad, I want you closer you think, surprising yourself. 

He finally finishes and helps you up. From the way he’s breathing heavily and watching you, you know he was thinking the same thing. He thanks you and you walk back to the bar as best as you can without passing out.

‘So, how was it?’ Kat asks.

‘I’m going to need a cold shower as soon as I get home,’ you sigh. ‘Or more  batteries for my vibrator.’

Kat laughs, clapping you on the shoulder. ‘Or you could just fuck him. The man is umm literally drooling on you.’

You lift your eyes skyward, praying for divine assitance.

It goes on like this for days.

Lunches at the taco joint down the street, laughing about tales from your previous jobs and his wild career. Dancing together when the group goes out after work to hit the strip on Thursday night. 

Flirting with Jongin is a dangerous game you can’t help but play. 

Perhaps its resisting fate, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the feeling in your chest when he brushes your hair behind your ear one night. 

Or perhaps it’s logic, warning you away from what could be disastrous for your sanity. For life as you know it. Watching him grind on other women on stage makes jealousy and possession rise in your chest like a hungry wolf, in a way it never did for Minseok. 

It disturbs you how fast this man has blotted out the rest of your life, and you can’t figure out how to feel about it.

Sunday arrives and once again you watch Jongin dance, feeling like you might combust at any moment from a combination of lust and need and … something decidedly softer. 

You take a break as lunch arrives and head to the back room to check your phone. You turn while scrolling through instagram, bumping into a solid form. 

This time when Jongin’s arms keep you upright you’re inches from his face. The smell of his cologne and his sweat, the devilish smile on his lips, makes you almost whine out loud. 

‘Hey,’ you start with a laugh, but you can’t bring yourself to move. 

‘Hey,’ he repeats with a smirk.

Blessedly the back room is empty. You can hear Minseok and Chanyeol laughing distantly and you know they’re entertaining the group while everyone eats. Leaving the two of you all alone back here, for better or worse.

In the silence he lifts his hands to cradle your jaw, his thumbs sweeping across your cheeks. With a sigh you finally succumb to this thing between you, resting your face against his hand and closing your eyes.

‘I love what we have right now, but I don’t just want to flirt with you,’ he says softly. ‘And I’m not just trying to sleep with you, I want more.’

Once again he surprises you with his guilelessness, speaking the truth with no hint of shame. He waits until you open your eyes to continue.

‘I want you to be mine. Will you let me take you for dinner tomorrow?’

Your heart feels like it turns into liquid butter. You shrug and say, ‘Okay.’ 

‘Okay?’ he asks, confusion once again turning his face boyish and adorable. 

You laugh and drop your hands to hold onto his hips. ‘Okay.’

You nod. Simple as that. Perhaps you knew the day you met him that this is where things would lead. Or maybe it’s just that Vegas magic. Either way, you’ll take it. 

He smiles in response, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your face into his neck and sighing in satisfaction.

A moment later he pulls back, cupping your neck with his hand and pressing his lips to yours without waiting any longer. He kisses softer than you’d expect from his dancing. Steadily working his mouth against yours until you relax and soften in his arms. 

You move your hands to his neck, tangling them in his hair and gently tugging on his lower lip. He grins against you, sliding his tongue along the seam of your lips seeking entrance. 

His hands slide down your sides, trailing heat in their wake, heading for your hips. You moan into his mouth as his strong hands slip under the edge of your shirt and caress the skin of your lower back.

The two of you kiss for what feels like days in the quiet, dark back room. Days could have passed and you wouldn’t have even noticed. Eventually he pulls back and gives you a grin.

After a beat you speak. ‘Okay, but could we do both the sex and the relationship, I’m about to die from how badly I want you.’

He laughs against your hair, a low sound that surrounds you. Pulling his head back he meets your gaze, heat evident in his expression. 

Slowly he presses you against the wall, his arousal clearly evident against your thigh. 

‘Come with me,’ he says with a suggestive raise of his brows, clasping your hand in his. 

‘More than happy to,’ you quip, earning you another laugh from him as he leads you into one of the changing rooms.

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okay so the old “Sans used to sing Papyrus to sleep and Paps claims he remembers him having a really good voice but hasn’t heard his brother sing in a very long time” thing.  

Then reader finds out and asks to hear him, says he must be good to have left an impression on his brother.  He refuses, and every so often she’ll bring it up and entice him because she loves music and hearing her best bud sing? amazing. perfect.  can’t wait for the opportunity.

yadda yadda he catches feels, Undyne and Alphys playing dating coach, yadda yadda, convinces him to confess feelings via a ~serenade~.  only of course it has to be public so they can’t coo and awww over the entire thing, so off to a bar for karaoke night.

sans picks out the sappiest love song he can find that he knows reader likes, basically stares at her the entire time while on stage.  starts out basically as mumbling but as he sees her positive reactions, gets more bold.  

then

“oh shit, Sans.  You really do have a great voice! I have no idea why you were so shy about it.  I’m so happy I finally got to hear it.”

...

he sweats.  Did... reader not get it? I mean, he was very obvious.  A cheesy love song, blushing and sweating bullets and staring into her eyes the entire time.  Did he just... humiliate himself on stage for nothing? Damn.

and??? idk how it would end but options:

1.  she remains oblivious, makes a generic “you’re a great friend, Sans” comment at some point.  tragic.

2.  she seems oblivious, but goes up for her turn and has picked a duet.  song starts and she drags Sans back on stage and now they’re serenading each other.  awww.

3.  reader seems oblivious and very sweet/naive.  goes on stage for her turn... and a raunchy song comes on.  Animal by NIN or I Touch Myself by the Divinyls.  commence lots of intense eye contact and air humping and pointing.  Sans dies a little on the inside.

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I'm still waiting for the "humping" babe. You call this sexually charged 😭 tell me you've never seen the kind of intimate dances performers put up on stage. Also those dancers would rather hump Taylor's boyfriend ☠ That strip tease is hilarious because she adds an extra piece of clothing before Dress and then removes it. Where is the stripping? Would love to see her do something more risque.

You compare these dances to sex scenes but I fail to see how the two are the same thing. The amount of physical proximity involved is not the same lmao. There are many reasons not to date Taylor like the drama surrounding her life, her excessive fame, her diaristic songwriting (which she may have toned down now but still many won't like it) but her performing on stage like that wouldn't be such an issue for most regular people. There isn't a lot of physical proximity required in her profession (certainly not getting naked with and dry humping another person) and she has stopped even making out so I doubt that would be a big issue for anyone. But yeah there are other issues like I said before.

Performing in general - gay, straight, etc - *can be* a dealbreaker for people idk man like why this always becomes such a thing. I’m not sure if you guys are like reaaaally into slutty dancing or surrounded by people who are but like generally irl regular people do not dress or act the way Taylor did on stage especially for Rep and Lover performances and also 1989 (which she was actually more clothed for). They are not outfits people would wear and they choreography is intentionally sexy. Is she a stripper? No. Is it more *intense* than how people act in regular life? Yes.

This has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with Joe, who yes has a job one can be uncomfortable with.

So does Taylor, in slightly different ways.

It’s nbd.

Both act a touch whorish tbh like the vast majority of entertainers idk what you want me to say. That Taylor comes off like a normal regular girl behaving in the boundaries of regular life? She doesn’t. He doesn’t either. They’re fine with each other’s occupations and I wasn’t talking about him at all - I said she’s got girlfriend vibes but can be embarrassing to date and people started yelling about Joe’s sex scenes.

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Idk how to explain but how long into a relationship do you think BTS would "do things"? Like making out and...you know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hoseok: You guys were nearly fucking before anything was ever made official. He’s very accustomed to the whole friends to lovers plot line and has nestled his head between your legs more times than he can count. He’s always praising you for your taste and it’s become so embarrassing on your part. He doesn’t take that extra step, though, unless you verbally tell him you want it, him. After your assent is vocalized, gone is his last ounce of restraint.

Jimin: Boy oh boy is he a great kisser. And he isn’t dumb, def, or blind, he sees the affect he has on you. He’ll take that opportunity to advance, pursue what he’s been desiring for so long. He’s always sure to test the waters, let his hands linger on your thighs. He fingered you once at the end of one of your dates but you swear that was light years ago and neither of you ever spoke about it again so did it even happen? Gradually though, with each encounter, you’ll find things to continue to get hotter and heavier.

Jungkook:He’s really been itching to go further for a while now but he’ll never tell you that. He doesn’t want to come off as a horn dog and wants to put your comfort first but fuck your lips feel so good against his and he wants to feel them in other places. You’d offered to suck him off once before but he was so anxious he couldn’t even get it up. Another time he came in his jeans when you both were dry humping. At the end of the day it’s up to you to initiate the next step in your relationship and coax him into relaxing around you because boy can be as rigid as a wooden plank.

Namjoon: He’s salivating at the mere thought of being buried inside you. He faps dreams about this moment so often, it’s practically etched into his brain. He’s ready to pounce whenever the opportunity presents itself. He’ll be sure to put on airs for you. Make you believe he’s calm and composed (in reality he’s about to bust in his jeans at you undressing alone).

Seokjin: It’s been quite some time since you guys had gotten serious. You’ve met his family and have gone on vacation together. You’re past the stage of soft petting and gentle make outs and you both would’ve sealed the deal on your getaway had you not gotten food poisoning halfway through. He’ll most likely wait after a long bout of not seeing each other, like they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and he’ll be sure to show his gratitude towards you during one of your passionate reunions.

Taehyung: To some it may seem too soon, but it doesn’t matter to either of you because you both are so head over heels for each other. You guys are playfully showering each others faces in kisses, cuddled up in his bed, but when one particular kiss in the right area unleashes a guttural moan from Taehyung, you make it your mission to hear more. You take the lead, and he follows, mimicking your movements. The only thing is Namjoon is several feet away so please try to be quiet.

Yoongi: Honestly, he knows it’s been too long before you both got to this step. It feels like just yesterday you both started dry humping and now he’s moments away from making love to you. It’s never really been on his mind, not as much as it had been on yours. When you finally exploded from agitation, too horny to function, you opened up about all of your desires, and Yoongi was sure to make it his mission to give you all the orgasms you missed out on throughout the years. 

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