#and they are very comforting to fidget with

[princesevsnape]

Marauders Era Boys - Sharing a bed for the first time

Characters: Severus Snape, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Barry Crouch Jr & Regulus Black

Remus Lupin:

He is very nervous

He is constantly making sure that you are comfortable

Remus would definitely read to you

He would be surprised when you cuddle up to him, but he would quickly relax because it feels so natural

He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you rest your head on his chest

He places soft kisses on top of your head as he continues to read to you until he feels you fall asleep

Once he notices your breathing has changed and that you’re asleep, he will put his book down, turn the light off and fall asleep with a smile on his face

If he wakes up in the night from a bad dream you are quick to soothe him and help him get back to sleel

James Potter:

He teases you about how lucky you are to be sharing a bed with him

He is so arrogant about the situation it makes you roll your eyes and laugh at him

He tells you that if you find the pillows uncomfortable you can rest your head on his chest and he will be your pillow whilst winking at you

He wraps his arms around you pretty much straight away, saying he’s just cutting to the chase because he knows you won’t be able to resist cuddling up to him

Sirius Black:

He is confident but a little nervous too.

He is flirting with you the whole time, but he’s also worried about offending you and having you kick him out of the bed

He’d flop down on the bed and pat the space next to him where his arm is already outstretched hoping you will crawl straight into his arms

When you snuggle your head into his chest he would tense up a little not used to the affection

But he is quick to relax again

Severus Snape:

He is very hesitant about the situation

Severus will stick to his side of the bed not wanting to disrespect you in anyway by being too close to you

He would apologise profusely if his hand accidentally brushes against yours

He does his best to make sure you’re comfortable.

He even offers to sleep on the floor if it would make you more comfortable

When you shift closer to him he freezes unsure of what to do, but he relaxes when you tell him it’s ok

He is surprised to wake up in the morning to find you curled up against him your head resting on his shoulder. He doesn’t want to move because he doesn’t to risk waking you up so he stays completely still just watching you with a small smile on his face

Barty Crouch Jr:

He is so cocky about the situation

He completely loves that you have to share a bed with him

He fidgets a lot, and even nudges you playfully

He might suggest playing a game of truth or dare.

If you choose dare, he 100% dares you to kiss him

He casually drapes an arm around your shoulder and says if you get cold just snuggle into me and then winks at you

He would try and keep you awake as long as possible because he doesn’t get to sleep very quickly. Nudging you or tickling you if he notices you drifting off

He steals the blanket on purpose so that you’ll have to snuggle up to him to get warm

In the morning he will genuinely apologise if he was too much of a dick by keeping you up

Regulus Black:

He makes sure you’ve got enough space

And makes sure that you’re comfortable

He would be a bit hesitant to get too close to you. Not because he doesn’t want to but he doesn’t want to be too presumptuous or disrespect you in anyway

If you inch closer he tenses up a bit but then quickly relaxes because he knows you’re in control of the situation

He opens up to you about his family

Regulus might find himself unintentionally reaching for your hand or playing with your hair, when he realises what he was doing he would apologise and quickly pull away. When you tell him it’s ok he might slowly reach for your hand again

He always makes sure that you have enough of the blanket covering you he doesn’t want you getting cold

He smiles when you rest your head on his chest. He’s not used to being this close with someone but it feels so natural that he doesn’t question it

[venusbyline]

hellooo! 1st of all, i just wanted to say that i abs love your work, i just love how you write, like love sooo bad ;')

can i ask for something? please pls pls do whiny aegon who's simply desperate asf for sister reader approval? it can be hcs or a full writing, it's up 2u! i just love the idea of him being such a babbling mess when it comes to pouring his frustration with being a king out, and reader is just soothing him by whispering sweet stuff on his ear and letting him eat her out just to see this guy be happy for a half min 😭

thank you sooo much! <3 also, can i be "🌸" anon?

thaaaank u sm sweetie, your compliment really means a lot 😭😭😭💕💕💕

oh how i luv whiny!Aegon, i swear he's such a whiny boy. imo he can be more a giver than a receiver if he's really in love or smth like that

and yesss please, you can be the "🌸" anon!!!

⚠️: SMUT CONTENT. soft dom sister!reader, king!Aegon II, Targcest (older brother/younger sister), oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, face-sitting, praise kink, cuddling and snuggling, quite fluff too. no use of y/n.

The Small Council had been extremely annoying that night. Everyone ignored what Aegon said, dismissing his political ideas and listening only to whatever Alicent and Otto had to say. Even Aemond, who was supposed to be just an intellectual person and a reserved prince — whose presence there had been granted by Aegon as a way of trying to get closer to the younger brother again — received much more attention and credibility than the King himself.

He could not understand what he was doing wrong. Although he was not a very studious or smart man, his efforts to learn a little about political matters were remarkable — or at least they should have been. Yet, no one cared about that.

No one, except you.

His dear little sister. The one he could always vent to like a child, acting like you were older than him, even though you were born two years later. Aegon always sought your comfort, preferring your company to the idea of getting drunk and having sex with several whores, as he did when he was younger, before Alicent made the betrothal with you official, which would finally happen in just a few moons.

"They never listen to me. They spoke about me, never with me..." Aegon whimpered, his head resting on your breasts, fidgeting with his fingers anxiously as he lay next to you on his bed. "I do not think I will ever be a great ruler."

While one hand of yours was stroking his silver hair, the other one went to his own, caressing them to keep him from fiddling with the rings he had been wearing since he became king.

"You are a great ruler, my love," you assured him with a whisper next to his ear, and Aegon lifted his head to look at you with those big, sad eyes, seeking your approval as if he were still a little child wanting to make his mother proud. "The smallfolk like you and you care about them. That's much more important than the approval of the members of the Council."

Aegon gave you a soft smile, but then whined again, rubbing his face over the thin fabric of your nightgown. Your nipples perked up almost instantly, and it was impossible for you not to chuckle. He was always so needy, so whiny, desperate for a little bit of approval. No matter what you said, to Aegon your opinion was always worth far more than anyone else in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Want to eat me out, brother?" asked with a smirk, and Aegon whined in agreement.

He did not even bother to think about a coherent answer or wait for your order, just immediately laid down on the bed on his back, hands shaking with excitement. You rolled eyes playfully, realizing how hungry he was for you, how willing he was to be good to his little sister.

Getting up to kneel on his mattress, you moved closer to his body, lifting the linen nightgown enough for Aegon to see those beautiful bare thighs and the golden hairs of your center. The king let out a low gasp, delighting in the sight, his thick cock growing harder inside his white cotton pants.

Putting your legs on either side of his body, you hovered your lower half so close that he could smell that natural, musky scent he loved so much. However, Aegon did not dare pull you yet, knowing he needed to earn it. "Please, little sister. Please... I want to eat your pretty cunt out so bad. Please, baby, I am going to make you feel so fucking good..."

Raising an eyebrow playfully at his begging tone, you purred. "It's all yours, brother. Show me what a good little boy you are."

Aegon almost trembled with pleasure when you finally sat on his face. The taste of your sweet arousal drove him crazy, completely out of control and desperate to swallow every drop. At first, his tongue explored the entrance of your cunt, sticking the tip there and then moving up to the spot he loved the most: your clit.

The small bundle of nerves was already slightly swollen due to that growing arousal, and you could not control your high-pitched moan when Aegon's full lips sucked it and pulled it forward a little, a soft spitting noise sounding when he released the bud.

Your hand went straight to the headboard of his bed, needing to steady yourself on something as Aegon began to move his tongue, moving your clit from side to side and sucking it like before for a second time. "F-Fuck, brother... It feels so good, you are such a fucking good boy."

Aegon whimpered and closed his eyes when he felt you run a hand down to his hair, pulling it tightly against your cunt, stopping him from breathing for a few seconds and rubbing yourself against his lips and nose, turning him into a whiny, sticky mess.

The king felt in the Heavens every time you moaned his name and told him what a good boy he was, every time you tightened the grip on his scalp and rode on his face as if you wanted to choke him to death. Although he would never admit it to anyone but you, Aegon always loved receiving that special type of daily comfort and making you cum in his mouth. He always loved whimpering and cumming in his own pants, licking all the drops of your sweet squirt.

[opalastronaut]

Hi, I'm a bit shy because of my English skills but I want to ask anyway.

Could you draw fem speeding bullet pretty please?

And I have a question. Can you tell about your speeding bullet headcanons?

im about to drop an insane infodump btw . headcanons and all that is below the cut.

tldr; sniper is autistic, scout is adhdtistic, and they both love each other more than the other will ever know

i think that they show affection towards each other in a few different ways. on one hand they will bully each other (scout saying "wow u missed lmao" and sniper just grumbling a bit and rolling his eyes but in a way that u can tell there's Fondness there) but on the other hand they share small moments that are way more intimate in hindsight (fixing the other's hat if it's crooked, checking for injuries after fights, sitting in comfortable silence)

adding onto that. i heavily hc sniper as autistic (sensory avoidant) and scout having adhd (and even as being a sensory seeking autistic but shh) and those aspects are ones i find important to how they interact with each other on a day to day basis .. i feel like sniper is a bit flat in his tone (like when talking to anyone normally) and is generally semiverbal/selectively mute. also i think that a part of the reason he's so skilled with yk . being a sniper . is bc he's spending a lot of that time by himself which in turn means he has an easier time due to not having to worry about external stimuli (unless he's spotted, but also i feel like he's able to be fine when that happens due to having the prior alone time that wasnt overwhelming).

scout, on the other hand, i feel thrives in higher energy environments and can get antsy if there's Nothing Going On, possibly due to how he's so used to high energy environments anyways and its normal to him. he always needs to be doing something, especially in low energy environments, which could range from fidgeting with his hands (drumming his fingers, playing with his dog tags, tossing a ball up and catching it, etc) to roping the other mercs into his random (and usually stupid) ideas just so he has something to do. he is generally impulsive in his day to day life

okay actually on to the "how this affects their interactions with each other on a day to day basis" part. sniper tends to keep to himself but will interact with someone if they interact first, except for with scout. he will go out of his way to chat with him at least a few times a day even though he rarely does it with the other mercs (they all have loosely picked up on the favoritism towards scout). even if he's not actively talking to scout, sniper will still try to be around him even if it just means being in the same room as him (parallel play). scout will generally seek him out a little more than the other mercs and visibly gets nervous around sniper (battling his bisexuality). he tends to go to sniper either as the first person he talks to or the last person (rest of the mercs being busy would be an example of this) since he knows that no matter what, sniper will make room for him in his life. sometimes it will be an actual conversation, but scout also doesn't mind that sniper doesn't talk much in general and will just be near him because he likes him! they are very yapper x listener to me ..

okay this part is just gonna be disorganized thoughts about them

my favorite way to portray speeding bullet is pre-relationship, specifically scout losing his MIND over the fact that he likes a guy and not really knowing how to act around sniper, and also him being convinced that he's getting mixed signals from him. sniper, on the other hand is just like "man. i wish he would ask me out already hes so obvious". sniper wont ask him out because he knows that scout is in heavy denial but he also tries to make it clear in the way he acts that he will still be there whenever scout is ready for a relationship (aka those mixed signals).

in general they are very quiet about the way they show care to each other. not everything they say is a declaration of love but instead everything they DO is. they are both intentionally more subtle with their displays of affection, sniper moreso since he can keep a steady head on his shoulders about intimacy (most of the time). scout will brush the hair out of sniper's face. he will linger just a little bit longer than he should. he will draw sniper over and over again in his sketchbook trying to perfect every detail of his face. sniper will fix scout's bandages if he notices that they're coming undone, even if scout can do it better and faster. he'll put his hand on his shoulder and will also linger longer than he should. sniper likes woodcarving, and the amount of rabbits and dogs he's made while thinking about scout that he ended up tossing in his fire is an unknown amount.

when scout can't sleep, he'll go over to sniper's camper van just to Talk To Him since he knows sniper is usually up late anyways. sometimes they'll talk about the events of the day, sometimes sniper is cooking something over the fire that they'll share. sometimes they'll fall asleep cuddling in a bed that's too small for them and wake up next to each other, then pretend it never happened even if both of them can't stop thinking about just how Domestic that was. one thing they could agree on is that the quiet moments mean more to them than either would ever say. they both crave stability in different ways, but they overlap in the way that they love.

when they're not longingly looking into each other's eyes, they have a little fun with their affection! as i said earlier, they definitely bully each other a bit but both of them know it's not in a genuinely mean way. sniper will shove scout's hat down over his eyes, meanwhile scout will snatch sniper's hat off his head and shove it in his face. they'll rough-house with each other when they're bored. they'll laugh a bit when the other misses a shot or a swing, but the moment one of them is hurt, the other will immediately go into caring mode.

i like to think that scout had a slight crush on sniper after interacting only a few times that completely consumed him once they got closer. he's a head-over-heels loverboy, and anyone who knows him knows that fact. he's not good at romance but he tries REALLY hard to be. he'll buy flowers and accidentally kill them before ever getting the chance to give them to anyone, plan dates that always somehow get ruined (weather, wrong open times, etc), and just generally is unlucky in the lovey-dovey department. he does really try though

sniper started crushing on scout due to his persistence to talk to him. he's not used to people taking much interest in him, partially because he prefers to be in the background and also because he doesn't want to put himself out there in fear of people finding his autistic traits weird. this guy wears sunglasses no matter what time of day because it means he doesn't have to look people in the eyes. when scout found that out and Didnt Judge Him, it meant a lot more than scout knew it did. it was also what started the fondness that sniper felt towards him, that, of course, turned into love. for sniper, it took a while for those feelings to fully blossom into something full but once that happened he was GONE. i think sniper daydreams a lot about just being around scout and talking with him :)

okay this is super long. i could probably talk about them for hours so umm.. if any1 reading this wants to know more PLSSSSS send me an ask :3

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

I see cutesy Princess carrying asks and I raise you embracing carrying ask!

ROs reaction to being much more embrassingly thrown over the shoulder? Likely a heat of the moment “we need to gtfo right now” sort of situation. Alternatively, MC doing it because they either lost a wager or something similarly embarrassing. Your choice! :)

(Answered assuming RO is injured and literally cannot walk at all; also crushing stage :3)

Kieran: absolutely embarrassed and indignant but they literally can’t walk and they and mc both know that; any demands to be set down would only be unreasonable so they’re just going to have to shut up and deal. Avoids starting conversation and only gives curt answers to MCs questions bc this is too embarrassing.

Nihm: well they’re putting mc out by making them carry them since they can’t walk so they should make this as easy and comfortable as possible for mc :( Except they don’t exactly know how best to do that bc this position is rather awkward and at first they were just ragdolling but now with their head upside down they’re getting a headache, but if they try to sit up they’d have to crane their neck or dig their elbows into MCs back/shoulders and touching mc would be sooo embarrassing right?? so—(ends up fidgeting/squirming anyway in their indecision and efforts to get comfortable)

Lilith/Lucien: Not that they’re complaining—cuz they’re not ✋😧🤚 they’re a simp and will take any opportunity for bodily contact they can get—but like…wouldn’t it be soooo much easier on you and hotter for them if you carried them in your arms?? Then they could wrap their arms around your neck and stare into your eyes while you berate them for getting injured and they nod and pretend to be listening and—yeah ok they’ll shut up now so you can focus. *sigh* 😔😒…. :3 *wraps their arms snugly around MCs middle*

Samira: Ex-cuse you?? You did NOT just sling her like a sack of potatoes over your shoulder. Entirely too offended and too embarrassed for words so she’ll stew in silence, although perhaps this is better bc then mc can’t see her face…but still. The audacity???? She is for sure going to make mc pay later by being her medical trial Guinea pig. :)

Aurynn: Wow. Seriously? Of all the ways you could have carried him, this is by far the most humiliating and the least sexy. And he will let you know. Just because he cant walk doesn’t mean he can’t talk and he’s going to very obnoxiously run his mouth and make this as uncomfortable as possible by squirming and ‘accidentally’ digging is elbow right into MCs shoulder blades as he props his chin against his fist, and just being an overall nuisance.

[carpesabrina]

"Do you have a granny kink, baby?" She asked, arching an eyebrow at him. "But I hope you still find me fine at 80 years old." She shook her head, "that's not the headline I want of either of our deaths," she chuckled. She looked out of the window, watching the buildings fly by them as they drove. "Toys aren't the same as a real cock. But I guess they'll have to do when the time comes. Or maybe we'll luck out and by the time you can't get it up, i won't be able to get wet either." She knew things dried up as you got older. Your interest in sex went down. So she was sure that they would go through it at the same time since they were still pretty close in age. "Exactly, I want all of them to be comfortable with who they're walking with. And everyone knows each other, minus Ricky. We'll need him and Cay to meet beforehand. Make sure they can be friendly with each other." She said, her fingers still running along his. It was a slight fidget that she did when they were sitting still. She would play with his fingers, or the fake wedding ring that sat on his left hand when she could reach it. She laughed, shaking her head. "No. Not sing. I'm not planning on doing any performances that day." She would hate to get up and sing at her own wedding. She wanted to be able to relax and have fun. Music was for the band or DJ to be in charge of. "I was thinking of writing a song for him and recording it for it to played during the father daughter dance. A song where I don't call him out on his bullshit for once. One talking about how good a father he was to his girls, y'know." She shrugged. she was still unsure if it was a good idea or not. But she also knew how meaningful this gesture was going to be. And it would be a memory they looked at for years to come. One that she would cherish. "Oh yes, he's going to cry. I'm his baby. I'm the first girl to get married, the first one he has to give away. I think that's where his issue lies with us. He's not fully ready to give me up yet." She laughed. She was sure her dad felt the way about all four his daughters and would cry at each wedding. "I don't know, I think it might get tricky with the cats, even winnie. She'll still be a puppy and will probably jump on everything and everyone." She loved when couples included their animals, but with four very different animals she wasn't sure how it could all work. "I think we should snag them and see if we can get pictures with them. Even if we have to go back home for a bit after the ceremony.... which then we might as well get married in Long Island." Everything was pointing to Long Island being the place to get married at. She looked up at the building as they pulled up. "Well this was bigger than the pictured seemed." She said as she got out of the car. Linking her arm with his, she followed him into the building. they went through the whole introductions and then were brought to one of the rooms. "There are two terraces outside, that can be access through there. It can fit up to 300 people." The lady started naming everything off for them. When they went through everything and went back outside. "I like the last place we looked at in Long Island the best."

"Hey you'll be one fine ass granny." He said teasing her. "I don't think anything could make you look bad or make me not love you." He was looking forward to their growing old together, having kids and grandkids. "If I do you're going to make the news. 'Popstar murders wrestlers during sex then is gets crushed by his weight.' You got to think these things through. " He laughed but she was probably right. "I promise if I can't that I'll use toys to get you off. Can't have you looking for someone else." He was joking but he never wanted her to feel he wasn't enough or couldn't do what she needed him to. "Happiness and Love." He was glad she wasn't pressuring him to add guys he didn't know well or she didn't know. Max knew how special Corey and Taylor were to her and it just felt right to have them a part of her big day, their big day. I think that lineup could work and no one's walking out with anyone they wouldn't want to. "I think you're right. Need to be seasonal colors not just ones you love." She already had a good vision of what she wanted and was impressed but should have known. She always was very good with details and organizing stuff. All qualities his brain tended to short circuit on. He smiled hearing that she loved the he had picked that song. "Special like sing?" He didn't expect her to sing at her own wedding but he wouldn't stop her if she wanted to. "Your dad's going to cry walking you down the aisle." He ran his thumb along her hand as he pulled into the next venue's parking lot. "Did you want our babies involved?" He knew some included their pets and some didn't. He got out and opened her door and escorted her into the building.

[handweavers]

i've started making my own parandi (traditional punjabi folk hair accessory made of 3 bundles of long threads decorated with tassels and beads and bells that are braided into the hair) but i'm doing it with silk and cotton ribbons i naturally dyed and attaching little wool tassels and brass beads in my own style and i'm very happy with them. i make them in matching pairs because i like to wear my hair in two braids at home/while sleeping which is not how they're usually worn (typically it's in a single braid) but i like how they look and the sound of the little bells and beads and tassels chiming when i move. it's very fun

[erwinsvow]

you make a joke about not wanting to hurt your old man in bed one time to abbot and he will never let you live it down. takes it extremely personally and proceeds to fuck you into the mattress until you cry, but even then he won’t stop until you take the words back in between moans. he thought depriving you of your orgasm would be a funny way to make you sorry but then he changed his mind and decided on overstimulation instead. his favorite.

[akai-anna]

Hello there, dear @itsokaytomakemosstakes!

I was your assigned gift maker for the @dcmk-exchange event!

Ever since you shared your lovely mugs with me, the thought that Ran would get them as a matching kitty set for herself and Conan, wouldn't leave me alone. So I decided to embrace the idea; for both the headcanon and the personal touch.

Originally I planned something more silly, but the soothing vibes of my first sketch were just so lovely, I went with this instead (especially since I thought you might appreciate a bit of peace).

I hope you'll like this, and I really have enjoyed chatting with you, Moss!

[multifandomhallucinations]

hey!!! so!!! my silence??? all different!!! and you can tell them apart!!!

resting bitch face???? stop talking!!! leave me alone!!!!

fidgeting??? eyes down??? biting my lip and tongue???? im overwhelmed!!! fuck off!!! shut up!!!

Walking away when you get close to me??? leave me alone!!!! i am not your friend!!!! we are acquaintances in my eyes!!!!

leg bouncing???? bouncing in place??? hand stimmies???? im hyper!!! stay!!!

leg bouncing??? fidgeting??? saying "mhm"??? tryna shut down the conversation??? SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

sitting on the ground while youre next to me and im on my phone??? if im only on my phone once in a while while you talk, keep talking!!! im engaged in the convo!!!

same thing but i varely pay attention to you even yhough i say i am???? GO AWAY!!! IM EITHER OVERSTIMULATED OR HATE YOU/DONT WANNA TALK TO YOU

JUST BECAUSE I SEEM LIKE IM ENGAGED DOESNT MEN I AM. IF I DONT LIKE YOU/DONT WANNA BE FRIENDS, YOU WILL NOTICE!!! MY MOND WANDERS MORE WITH PEOPLE THAT I DONT RLLY LIKE!!!! THAT OR IM ON MY PHONE!!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

would it be ok to hc reader in ur recent gojo drabble as autistic? i lwk noticed some signs but im not sure if it was intentional and i dont wanna be seen as weird for jt

!!!!! IT’S ABSOLUTELY OKAYYYY when i was writing their dynamic with gojo my basis was literally just that they’re on opposite sides of the spectrum 😭 but i didn’t add it to the tags or anything so you can interpret them however you want <333333

[hierneneuro]

i feel like i've been wearing my yellow hoodie a lot lately but i love my yellow hoodie

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

More: How to write emotions Masterpost

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[luna-azzurra]

Body Language Cheat Sheet For Writers 

╰ Facial expressions

These are your micro-signals, like the blinking neon signs of the soul. But they’re small, quick, and often lie harder than words.

Raised eyebrows — This can mean surprise or disbelief, sure. But it can also be a full-on, silent “Are you serious right now?” when someone’s being ridiculous. Or even curiosity when someone’s too emotionally repressed to askthe damn question.

Furrowed brow — That face people make when they’re doing long division in their head or trying to emotionally process a compliment. It’s thinking, yes—but also confusion, deep frustration, or quiet simmering rage.

Smiling — Can be happiness… or total fake-it-till-you-make-it energy. Some smiles are stiff. Some don’t reach the eyes. Show that.

Frowning — Sure, sadness. But also: disappointment, judgment, or the universal “I’m about to say something blunt, brace yourself.”

Lip biting — It’s not just nervousness, it’s pressure. Self-control. Anticipation. It’s the thing people do when they want to say something and decide, at the last second, not to.

╰ Eye movement

The window to the soul? Yeah. But also the window to when someone’s lying, flirting, or deeply trying not to cry in public.

Eye contact — Confidence or challenge. Eye contact can be gentle, curious, sharp like a blade. Sometimes it’s desperate: “Please understand me.”

Avoiding eye contact — Not always guilt. Sometimes it’s protectiveness. Sometimes it’s “I’m afraid if I look at you, you’ll see everything I’m trying to hide.”

Narrowed eyes — Calculating. Suspicious. The look someone gives when their brain’s saying “hmmm...” and it’s not a good hmm.

Wide eyes — Surprise, yes. But also sudden fear. The oh-God-it’s-happening look. Or when someone just found out they’re not as in control as they thought.

Eye roll — Classic. But try using it with tension, like when someone’s annoyed and trying very hard not to lose it in public.

╰ Gestures

This is where characters’ emotions go when their mouths are lying.

Crossing arms — Not just defensive. Sometimes it’s comfort. A self-hug. A barrier when the conversation is getting too personal.

Fidgeting — This is nervous energy with nowhere to go. Watch fingers tapping, rings spinning, sleeves tugged. It says: I’m not okay, but I’m trying not to show it.

Pointing — It’s a stab in the air. Aggressive, usually. But sometimes a desperate plea: Look. Understand this.

Open palms — Vulnerability. Honesty. Or a gesture that says, “I have nothing left to hide.”

Hand on chin — Not just thinking. It’s stalling. It’s delaying. It’s “I’m about to say something that might get me in trouble.”

╰ Posture and movement

These are your vibes. How someone occupies space says everything.

Slumped shoulders — Exhaustion. Defeat. Or someone trying to take up less space because they feel small.

Upright posture — Not always confidence. Sometimes it’s forced. Sometimes it’s a character trying really, really hard to look like they’re fine.

Pacing — Inner chaos externalized. Thinking so loudly it needs movement. Waiting for something. Running from your own thoughts.

Tapping foot — Tension. Irritation. Sometimes a buildup to an explosion.

Leaning in — Intimacy. Interest. Or subtle manipulation. (You matter to me. I’m listening. Let’s get closer.)

╰ Touch

This is intimacy in all its forms, comforting, protective, romantic, or invasive.

Hugging — Doesn’t always mean closeness. Could be a goodbye. Could be an apology they can’t say out loud. Could be awkward as hell.

Handshake — Stiff or crushing or slippery. How someone shakes hands says more than their words do.

Back patting — Casual warmth. Bro culture. Awkward emotional support when someone doesn’t know how to comfort but wants to try.

Clenched fists — Holding something in. Rage, tears, restraint. Fists mean tension that needs somewhere to go.

Hair tuck — Sure, flirtation or nerves. But also a subtle shield. A way to hide. A habit from childhood when someone didn’t want to be seen.

╰ Mirroring:

If two characters start syncing their body language, something is happening. Empathy. Chemistry. Shared grief. If someone shifts their body when the other does? Take notice. Other human bits that say everything without words...

Nodding — Not just yes. Could be an “I hear you,” even if they don’t agree. Could be the “keep going” nod. Could be patronizing if done too slow.

Crossed legs — Chill. Casual. Or closed-off, depending on context. Especially if their arms are crossed too.

Finger tapping — Time is ticking. Brain is pacing. Something’s coming.

Hand to chest — Sincerity, yes. But also shock. Or grounding—a subconscious attempt to stay present when everything feels like too much.

Tilting the head — Curiosity. Playfulness. Or someone listening so hard they forget to hide it.

Temple rub — “I can’t deal.” Could be physical pain. Could be stress. Could be emotional overload in disguise.

Chin stroking — Your classic “I’m judging you politely.” Often used in arguments between characters pretending to be calm.

Hands behind the back — Authority. Control. Or rigid fear masked as control.

Leaning body — This is the body betraying the brain. A tilt toward someone means they care—even if their words are cold.

Nail biting — Classic anxiety. But also habit. Something learned. Sometimes people bite because that’s how they self-soothe.

Squinting — Focusing. Doubting. Suspicion without confrontation.

Shifting weight — Uncomfortable. Unsure. Someone who wants to leave but doesn’t.

Covering the mouth — Guilt. Hesitation. The “should I say this?” moment before something big drops.

Body language is more honest than dialogue. If you really want to show your character’s internal world, don’t just give them lines. Give them a hand that won’t stop shaking. Give them a foot that won’t stop bouncing. Give them a mouth that smiles when their eyes don’t. And if you’re not sure what your character would do in a moment of fear, or love, or heartbreak, try acting it out yourself. Seriously. Get weird. Feel what your body does. Then write that down.

[hidingwhere]

John Price didn’t realise how much of a fidgety and fussy sleeper you were until you moved in with him. Most nights, he would awaken with very little room for himself, your limbs outstretched in all directions. Luckily, he was strong enough to manhandle you back into a normal sleeping position so he had half the bed again. However, he’d be woken again a few hours later at your own fidgeting, turning to see you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes.

He’d outstretch an arm, rubbing your back as he ushered you to lay down again. “Sleep, baby.”

“I’m hot,” you whine.

He’d pull back the covers and then force you to lay back down again, letting your hands roam up and down his chest for a few seconds before wrapping around him and settling back to sleep.

He wanted to help you, but your little sleep habits were so random. You mentioned not feeling comfortable in bed before and joked about wanting to sleep in a nest instead. He had laughed at the joke, but took it more seriously than you would have thought.

So one day, you come home from work, wondering where John had gone until you heard heavy footsteps from upstairs. You followed them to the bedroom and saw your bed as a… nest.

John noticed you, kissing you gently and resting a hand on your waist. “You like it?”

There were blankets built up along the edge, creating a wall-like structure and cushions and pillows for extra enforcement around the edges. You lean against John, smiling softly as you take it all in. “I love it; It’s like a nest.”

“Mhm.”

Later that night, he watches as you climb into bed, shimmering under the covers and snuggling up close to him, and for the first time in years, you slept soundly without any disturbances.

[shawtuzi]

here’s a random best friend!eren drabble bc im bored

cw include: black coded reader, some drug usage (weed), unprotected sex, backshots, sex standing up, sex onna floorrr, lots of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, some choking [ inspo vids: 1 2 3 ]

“you sure about this y/n? i don’t want things to get weird . . .” eren mumbled, his hands fidgeting with the loops on his jeans—something he always did when he was nervous. you just giggled, your mind too cloudy and in a horny daze to care that your about to fuck your childhood best friend.

you were sitting at the edge of your bed with eren standing right in front of you, his large frame towering over yours. his breath hitched when you grabbed onto the hem on his jeans, your chin now resting on his lower stomach. you looked at him through your freshly done lashes, your eyes low n’ red from the blunt you previously smoked together.

“i jus’ wanna see what’s got those girls all crazy about you ren,” you practically purred, smirking when you saw his teeth clamp onto his bottom lip. you could feel the firm bulge in his jeans, your manicured nails trailing up and down the length of it.

��oooo s-shit, f-fuck okay yeah get on all fours.”

sometime later….

“o-oh my goddd, f-fuck erennnn!” your arms flailed behind you to push as eren’s stomach, but him being the dickhead he is, just grabbed your wrists and held you still. he had you bent over the bed, your feet pushing up to your tippy toes to keep up with his brutal thrusts.

“no no don’t run mama—fuck, jus’ take it. cmon fuck me back, fuck renny back,” you pitifully shook your head, salty tears seeping into your comforter.

in all the years you’ve known eren you weren’t aware of the fact that he had such a dirty mouth. filthy praises and promises were flying past his kiss swollen lips left and right, so much so it was making you even more dizzy than you already were.

“who knew my best friend had such a pretty lil’ pussy,” eren breathlessly chuckled, his tongue swiping against his bottom lip as he admired the milky white ring of your essence coating the base of his cock. “n-no eren, too fuckin’ deep s-shit!” you cried, legs trembling as eren pushed all of his weight into your backside. he swiveled his hips, determined to reach that special spot deep inside you.

“heh, now y’see why those girls w-won’t leave me alone, dick is too fuckin’ good ain’t it mama,” eren groaned, smacking your ass harshly. eren wasn’t the best at a lot of things, not that he even really tried to be, but one thing he knew he was good at was beating up some lucky girls guts. sure he wasn’t slanging nine inches, but don’t get it twisted he knew how to use his six and a half inches very, very well. after all it’s not about the size of the wave, but the motion of the ocean or whatever the fuck.

he pulled you up by the neck, keeping you still against his chest. your legs trembled, your hands pushing back softly against eren’s thighs to steady yourself. “this is my favorite way to fuck, it’s so fun watching girls try to run just for me to fuck them to the floor,” he finished off his sentence by licking the shell of your ear, grinning when he felt your body shiver.

“you’re—hah! you’re s-sick ren.”

“shittt say that again baby,” eren groaned, sliding halfway out before slamming back inside. his free hand found purchase on your breast, the other hand squeezing lightly at your neck. “you’re *thrust* so fucking *thrust* s-sick eren!” you gasped out, your hands flinging behind you to tug at eren’s disheveled bun.

all a sudden black dots clouded your vision and your ears began to ring—well this was definitely new. “fuck, you squirtin’ mama?” eren was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, his other hand still securely wrapped around your throat. he fucked you through your orgasm, hearts forming at how soaked his thighs were now. he’s never had a squirter before, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to leave this life after you two were done!

“i *hiccup* didn’t even k-know i could do that,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling back when eren started up a steady rhythm. your pussy felt so sensitive, yet each time he pulled out you wanted him back inside that instant. your legs felt like jello and you knew any moment they were bound to give up.

you took a shaky step towards your bed but eren just followed, his lips upturning into a smirk. now comes his favorite part.

“r-ren okay! okay i get ittt,” you sobbed out, gasping as your knees met the plushness of your carpet. eren remained inside you the entire time, wasting no time as he pushed your face into the carpet until your back with positioned into the perfect arch. as crazy as it sounded each slap of his balls against your clit felt like electricity shooting through your veins, causing nothing but moans and babbles to slip past your drooling lips.

“fuck m’gonna cum mama, get ready,” with four final thrusts eren emptied himself inside you, coating your walls in his sticky warmth. your body slumped more into the carpet, your eyes fluttering shut. eren pulled out slowly, laughing when your lower half fell with a dull thud.

“i *sniffle* see your point,” you whimpered, your back arching when your clit rubbed against the carpet. eren grinned, sitting back on his knees before gently turning your body over. he tapped your thigh softly, “push it out . . . please.”

you rolled your eyes, not looking forward the even bigger mess it would make, but you did as you were told. eren let out a long breath through his nose as he watch he cum drip out of you in thick globs. he peered at you through his lashes—

“we should, um, do this again sometime.”

[uriwonu]

pretty, pity, pity (jww)

He loudly clears his throat. “So… you’re like a camgirl?”

You wince. “I prefer streamer with benefits, but yeah.”

the one where reader is a camgirl and asks her roommate to fuck her on stream.

౨ৎ roommate!wonwoo x cam girl! mc ౨ৎ w.c: 4.9k ౨ৎ genre: pwp. minors do not interact. ౨ৎ warnings: explicit content🔞, wonwoo's a little too good at playing pretend, also he's a little mean in this (during sex), sex on livestream, use of sir (like three times), mingyu is reader's friend, uhh i think that's it? please tell me if there's anything i missed im not good at this. ౨ৎ date posted: june 07, 2025 ౨ৎ notes: title from the song novacane by frank ocean! this is also my first fic on tumblr so please be nice to me i will cry okay. i haven't written fic in ages 😭 please come to my blog and hang out i want to make friends !! masterlist | inbox

“Hey, Wonwoo-yah,” you softly call, knuckles taping gently against his half-open door.

Wonwoo looks up from his desk, pausing his game and slipping his headphones down to hang around his neck. His brows lift in that quiet way he always greets you — surprised but gentle, like he’s glad you’re there. The light from the hallway outlines your silhouette, casting a soft glow behind you.

You step in slowly, hands twisted nervously in the sleeves of your oversized sweater. It's one of his, though you’ll never admit that out loud. Your fingers fidget in the fabric as you search for the right words.

Wonwoo tilts his head, “What’s up?” he asks gently prodding you to speak whatever is making you nervous.

You open your mouth, close it again, then finally manage, “I… have kind of a weird favor to ask.” You finally admit as you plop yourself down on his bed, grabbing one of his pillows to wrap your arms around it, a makeshift shield.

He leans back in his chair. “Yes.”

You blink, face contorting in astonishment. “You don’t even know what it is.”

He smiles, soft and sincere. “Doesn’t matter. I’d do anything for you.”

That makes your stomach flip, and you have to look away for a second. “That’s… really sweet. But you might want to hear it first. I need you to…” You suck in a breath and rush it all out: “Pretend to be my boyfriend.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Sorry?” he says, blinking like he didn’t hear you right.

You force yourself to slow down, squeezing his pillow for comfort — and not that you'd ever admit it, take a massive whiff of his cologne, something that always seems to calm you. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Wonwoo stares for a second, face blank in that quietly-processing-everything way of his. You can tell he’s trying to decide whether this is a prank, a cry for help, or some unspoken code he’s supposed to understand.

You let out a frustrated sigh and flop down on his bed, clutching his pillow tighter. “Okay. Context. Remember how I told you the pay from the studio isn’t amazing? Like, I love it, but it’s not really paying all my bills?”

Wonwoo nods, clearly still confused.

“Well, the pay is actually, really bad, like I don't make enough to cover my portion of the rent—”

Wonwoo cuts you off, “If you need me to pay more I can, it's really no problem, I just got a huge bonus for the—”

“No!” This time you interrupt, “I've got it covered, that's the point. I was complaining to a friend, and well she told me about this website…” Your words trail off giving Wonwoo a look like he's meant to use that big brain of his and fill in the blanks.

“You have a sugar daddy?” He guesses. God, for someone so smart he is also completely clueless.

“I'm a sex worker.” You admit, staring at him, waiting for his reaction.

There’s a very long silence. You wait for the judgment. The discomfort. Anything.

Wonwoo looks like he's trying to remember how to breathe,

“Uhm,” His voice is startlingly high when he speaks, in a way you've never heard, he clears his throat, “So someone you uhm…” you can see the tips of his ears going red, “had business with is being a creep so you need me to scare them off.”

You can't help the burst of laughter that bubbles out—Wonwoo? Intimidate anyone?

“No, no.” You shake you head, laughter still on your lips, “Look, I, I don't fuck any one. I'm a streamer, people pay to watch me, fuck myself, that is.”

You can feel the heat flushing to your face but at least Wonwoo isn't in better shape, the red has creeped its ways from the tips of his ears down his neck and touches his cheeks.

He loudly clears his throat. “So… you’re like a camgirl?”

You wince. “I prefer streamer with benefits, but yeah.”

“And… the fake boyfriend?”

You sigh, “I like started this false narrative around this boyfriend I had, so people wouldn't get too lost in the fantasy, because my friend shared all types of horror stories about doing this. And I guess I kind of just get myself off and tell them stories about this imaginary boyfriend I don't have and well on my last stream for reaching a fuckton of subscribers I said I'd do a request to the highest donation and well… they want my nonexistent boyfriend to fuck me. And I just, I can't ask anyone else because I can't even imagine how they would take it, like can you imagine if I asked Jihoon? That would be so embarassing. God, or Mingyu? He'd say yes but I don't think he's capable of having sex without catching feeli—

“I’ll do it.”

You slow down from your spiral, startled. “Really?”

Wonwoo nods, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Of course.”

౨ৎ

A few days later, you're at the kitchen table, half-draped over it in shame, while Mingyu sits across from you absolutely losing his mind.

“You—” he chokes out between wheezes, “you asked Wonwoo to fuck you. On camera. In front of an audience. I—god, I’m gonna pass out. This is the greatest day of my life.”

You groan into your arms. “Stop saying it like that.”

“Like what? Like the truth? Like the guy you’ve been crushing on since forever is going to dick you down live in front of thousands of horny strangers?”

“It’s not like that—”

“It is exactly like that,” he howls. “You asked your crush to clap you like a goddamn cymbal monkey for money. What is this, fanfiction?”

You glare at him, snatching the spoon from your tea and brandishing it like a knife. “I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I will FaceTime Yuna right now and tell her exactly why you broke up with her.”

Mingyu pales instantly, hands in the air. “Okay. Truce. Fuck, Noona. Harsh.”

You slump back into your seat, pressing your fingers to your temples. “This sucks.”

“Correction,” he says smugly, “this is your origin story. You’ve been in love with him since he "fixed" your wifi, and now you're gonna get railed on stream by him. It's the slowest burn friends-to-lovers-to-livestream-fuck arc I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s not romantic,” you mutter, glaring into your cup like it might drown you.

“Really?” Mingyu raises a brow. “So you’re telling me you're going to let the guy you’ve been mentally undressing since 2022 fill you up on camera, and then what — fist bump and call it a night?”

You don’t answer.

He grins. “That’s what I thought.”

“…Shut the fuck up, Mingyu.”

౨ৎ

Friday.

Wonwoo walks into your room just as you're adjusting the camera angle and checking the lighting. He's wearing a simple black shirt, chain at his neck, hair slightly mussed like he just rolled out of bed looking unfairly perfect.

You swallow.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, then nods toward the bed. “You ready?”

Your heart is pounding. “Only if you are.”

He steps closer, eyes flicking over your outfit—an oversized sweater, one of his, and shorts so short you can barely see them—his Adam’s apple bobs slightly as he swallows.

“You look nice,” he says.

You force a laugh. “Thanks. You do too.”

That gets a real smile out of him, and your stomach flips.

You go live, and watch as the first messages roll in.

Your usuals, the ones who know you don't like to go right into.

You let yourself forget that Wonwoo's there as you fall into another version of yourself—slipping into the role like a second skin. Your eyes flicker across the screen reading the message until you find one worth responding to

tigersgaze: god i needed this, work deadlines are killing me. hope your week was better than mine.

“Aww, I'm sorry, tiger. I hope stream will help you relax.” You say leaning back, with the practiced ease of someone who's been doing this for ages.

angelface666: is this finally the stream where we meet the elusive boyfriend? mommyplease: show us your perfect tits please mommy? cumslut44: i like your sweater baby singledad95: please show me your cunt, i miss it so bad.

“Hmm, my boyfriend is here. Maybe if you're good I'll let you meet him.” There's an unspoken request in your words, and the viewers seem to get it clearly. The donations start flowing in.

You spentd a few more quiet moments just talking with your viewers, letting more people come in.

You glance to your left. He’s just out of frame, waiting. Calm. Cool. You reach out and tug him into view.

You know exactly the vision he looks on screen—his hair falls in his face, just brushing against the frames of his glasses, the sharp jawline. He sits beside you on the bed, one hand possessively on your thigh.

You watch as the chats roll in.

angelface666: oh. he's pretty. justherefory/n: god i know his dick is big. tigersgaze: i bet you look so pretty on him.

You can’t help but laugh softly. “You're right tiger, I do look pretty on him.”You slide closer to him, deliberately swinging a leg over his lap, your hips settling just against his. “They’ve been very curious about you,” you say it like it's a confession between lovers and not like it's your best friend simply playing a role.

Wonwoo’s fingers flex on your thigh. “I don't share well.” And you know he's playing his part but the truth in the statement makes you giggle, Wonwoo's never been good at sharing.

You shift your hips slightly in his lap, just enough friction to draw a sharp inhale from him.

You lean in, brushing lips against Wonwoo’s ear again.

“Ready to give them a show, baby?”

His reply?

A hand around your throat and a dangerous smile.

Wonwoo leans in. You tilt your head. And then his lips meet yours. It’s not for show. It’s not practiced.

It’s soft. Deep. Slow. Like he’s wanted to do this for a long time. You’re too breathless to keep pretending.

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

Wonwoo pulls back just far enough to brush his nose against yours. “Color?”

You blink, dazed. “Green,” you breathe.

He hums in approval, a low sound that rumbles in his chest and vibrates through you. His hand slips lower, fingers tracing the hem of your shorts, and your pulse spikes.

You look back at the chat to distract yourself.

facefucker29: hurry up and fuck already dirtywhitetee: i knew you'd look pretty with a hand around your throat y/nsdirtylittleslut: i want him to make a mess of you mommyplease: that should be me mommy i'd treat your so well

You gasp a little when his hand sneaks beneath the fabric and settles possessively on your thigh. He doesn’t move further — not yet — but the message is clear: mine.

He leans in again, lips ghosting over your ear. “You’re doing so well for me,” he whispers, just loud enough for the mic to catch. “You want me to keep going?”

You nod. Then realize they can’t see that, and breathe out, “Yes. Please.”

His laugh is low and dark. “Then beg.”

The room spins. You forgot you asked for this. You forgot you wanted him to play rough — like the dominant boyfriend your viewers fantasized about. You forgot that Wonwoo could look at you like that — hooded gaze, parted lips, one hand gripping your thigh, the other loose around your neck like he owns every inch of you.

“I said—” his voice dips, something low that has you clenching around nothing, his grip on your throat just the slightest bit tighter, “—beg.”

You almost forget the camera is even there.

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whisper, and it’s more than a performance now. “Touch me. I need you to.”

He pats your thigh gently. “Good girl.”

The words hit you like a freight train. You whimper, openly this time.

Your eyes shift back to the chat again, trying not to get lost in him—a small part of you fears it's already too late.

singledad65: i knew you'd make such a pretty sub. what a pretty mess already

tigersgaze: fuck i'm so hard already. wanna see you choking on his cock baby.

mommyplease: mommy show us your tits please please please i'm so hard.

Wonwoo shifts slightly, demanding your attention, enough for his knee to knock your legs apart, spreading them just enough for the camera to catch view of the blooming wet spot on your cotton shorts.

You feel dizzy. You’re wet — obviously, hopelessly wet — and every part of you is pulsing, aching, desperate for more. You don’t even care about the stream anymore. You only care about him.

And then, without warning, he grabs your wrists and pins them gently above your head, pushing you back onto the bed.

It’s not rough — not really. Just firm enough to make your whole body light up.

“Keep your hands right there,” he says, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “Let me take care of you.”

You nod helplessly. “Yes, Won-.” you gulp stopping yourself from saying his name aloud. You never discussed if he was okay with his name being used on stream.

He kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, pausing just above your collarbone as his fingers graze the curve of your waist.

You can't imagine how you must look on camera right now, the image of you splayed out just for him. You almost whimper at the thought, your hips rolling up to chase friction.

But before anything else can happen, he pauses.

Pulls back just slightly. Meets your eyes.

“This okay?” he asks, quietly this time. “You sure?”

Your heart clenches.

God. Even now, with your legs spread and your body shaking and the camera still rolling, he’s checking in.

“I’m sure,” you whisper. “I trust you.”

His smile is soft. And just like that, you're ruined all over again.

“Good.” Wonwoo kisses you again — deep, filthy, and completely in control.

Your hands twitch against the pillow beneath your head, instinct screaming at you to touch him, to grab his shoulders, tangle your fingers in his hair, something — but but the larger part of you is begging you to listen, to be rewarded for being a good girl.

“You stay right there,” he murmurs. “You take what I give you.”

You nod, panting. “Yes, W-sir.”

His free hand slides slowly beneath the hem of your sweater, palm splaying flat over your stomach. He doesn’t move higher. Not yet. He waits — lets the silence stretch until your back arches off the mattress and your hips squirm beneath him.

And then he laughs, low and mean. Almost cruel, if not for the affection in his eyes.

“You’re already so needy,” he taunts. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His thumb brushes your bottom lip. You suck it in instinctively and the growl that slips from his throat makes your thighs clamp together.

He sees it. Of course he does.

"Open."

You do. Without question.

He pushes his thumb between your lips, slow and steady, eyes fixed on your face the whole time. You swirl your tongue around it, moaning as you suck, and the flash in his eyes makes your whole body light up like a warning sign.

He pulls his thumb free with a wet pop, then brings it down between your legs, slipping it just inside the waistband of your shorts — not enough to touch you, but enough to make your hips buck toward him.

"You're gonna be good and cum for me like this," he murmurs. "Still wearing your pretty little shorts. Think you can do that?"

“I—yeah,” you pant. “I can.”

“Good girl.”

The two words hit harder than any touch. Your whole body clenches at the sound of it. He starts to rub, slow firm circles over your panties, and your head drops back against the bed.

You’re so wet it’s humiliating. You can feel the damp fabric clinging to you, feel the friction sparking with every motion of his fingers — and you dig your nails into into your palms to keep yourself from reaching out for him.

You’re moaning now, high and choked, not even bothering to hold it in. You can’t. His voice, his hand, his weight on top of yo —it’s all too much.

“Keep your hands up,” he growls, and there’s no mistaking the real edge in his voice now. “You want to cum? You earn it.”

You nod, frantic. “Yes, yes, please—”

“You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

“Sir—!”

He presses harder. You cry out, thighs trembling, hips jerking uselessly as he works you faster. Your breathing is ragged. You’re so close it hurts.

And then—

He stops.

Your eyes fly open.

“Wonwoo—!” You cry out in shock, not even pausing to think about using his name, the nager clear in your tone.

“Shh,” he soothes, lips brushing your cheek. “You’ll get it. But first…”

His hands slip beneath your sweater, and this time he doesn't hesitate. He pushes it up, exposing your bare chest to the camera.

You had honestly forgotten about the stream—about the chat, and clearly they had noticed. Your eyes rake the comments:

singledad95: poor baby she's gone already dacefucker69: fuck i'm gonna cum. mommyplease: thank you daddy, look at mommy's perfect tits. can i cum please? tigersgaze: god i think she forgot about us, but i don't care you look so good like this baby

You gasp. You should feel embarrassed, but you’re so deep into this you don’t even care. You just want his hands back on you.

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything at first. Just stares. His lips part slightly. There’s something reverent in the way his gaze drags across your skin.

Then he looks up — into the lens. Into the eyes of everyone watching.

“She’s mine,” he says, voice low and lethal. “You can look, but you don’t get to touch. Ever.”

Then he looks down again, and he smiles — slow, devastating, like a man who knows exactly how fucked you are.

“Now beg again, baby. Real pretty for the camera.”

You choke on your own breath.

“Please, Wonwoo,” you whisper. “I need to cum. I—I need you so bad, please, I’ll be good, I swear.”

His hand slips back between your legs.

And this time, he doesn’t stop.

You don’t know if you’re begging in words anymore or just making sounds — the kind of half-choked whines you never thought would leave your mouth outside of your most desperate dreams.

And he’s still touching you, still working tight, devastating circles against your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. Your hips buck wildly beneath him, your legs trying to close, but his free hand pins your thigh open with ease.

“Don’t fight it,” he murmurs. “You wanted to cum so bad—so do it. Cum for me, just like this. Let them all watch how sweet you sound when I ruin you.”

You gasp, a high-pitched sob, and your fingers claw into the sheets beside your head, straining to obey his earlier command to keep your hands to yourself. You're on fire, every muscle drawn tight and twitching, a livewire underneath his touch.

“You're so wet," Wonwoo growls. "You really were gonna cum for me in your shorts like a little slut, huh?”

Your whimper is confirmation enough. Your body is spiraling out of your control now.

And then he leans in — mouth brushing your ear, voice so low it’s filthy.

“I'm not even inside you yet and you're already a fucking mess.”

Something in you snaps.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream as your orgasm slams into you. Your thighs shake, your breath catches, and your entire body locks up beneath him as he works you through it, never slowing down — rubbing mercilessly until you’re twitching and gasping and trying to twist away from his hand.

But he doesn’t let you go.

“Oh no, no, baby,” he coos, voice suddenly cruel again, deceptively sweet. “You can cum more than that.”

“Wonwoo—” you plead, voice broken.

“You’re gonna cum again. For them,” he says, nodding toward the camera, “and for me.”

Your body is oversensitive now but his hand doesn’t stop. It changes. Slower now, deeper pressure, coaxing you through the aftershocks.

You try to speak. It’s just a stuttering, useless gasp of air.

“Come on,” he says gently now. “One more. Be good.”

And then he bites you, open mouth, right over your collarbone, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart.

The second orgasm crashes over you before you’re fully recovered from the first. It drags a low moan from your lips this time, ragged and raw, and you sob out his name like a prayer as your body convulses underneath him.

Your vision goes blurry for a second.

The only thing anchoring you is the press of his hand between your thighs and the sound of his voice — murmuring quiet praises you’re barely coherent enough to understand.

“Just like that. That’s my girl.”

And you're just coming down from the last waves of your orgasm when Wonwoo shifts you, until you're once again his lap, laying with your back against to his chest, your legs hooked on both sides of his thighs, he pushes your shorts down and off. He removes your sweater too, you're completely bare, body flushed and looking all too fucked out and he hasn't even fucked you yet. Exposed and bare on his till clothed form.

You don’t even notice the camera at first.

He turns his gaze to the camera and smiles. He smirks, really — eyes heavy-lidded, lazy with satisfaction.

You're too fucked out to really pay attention, he says, “If you want more, you know what to do.”

The dings of incoming donations flood the room, one after another until Wonwoo is seemingly satisfied.

He trails a finger up your thigh, playing with your dripping pussy. He looks at the chat for confirmation, you try to, too, eyes still unfocused from pleasure as his fingers tease your core.

“You're so dirty baby, I haven't even got my fingers in you yet and you're dripping.” A sharp whine leaves your lips at his words. His finger teases your opening, before pulling away to brush lightly against your abused clit.

"Tell me, what do you want? Do you want me to touch you here?" He pauses, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers near in your ear, "Or maybe somewhere else?"

His hand slowly moves upwards, caressing your stomach, then higher to cup one of your breasts. He squeezes softly, feeling the weight and shape of it in his palm, brushing a finger against a peaked nipple. “Use your words, baby.”

“Wonwoo,” You whine, rocking your hips softly, feeling his cock, thick and hard beneath you, you feel oh so empty, “Please.”

Wonwoo slowly pushes a finger inside you, he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continues to place gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. "Mmm, so tight," he murmurs, slowly pumping his finger in and out, building a steady rhythm.

With his free hand, he reaches up to tangle his fingers in your hair, and pulls, hard enough to sting. He trails his lips over the sensitive skin, nipping and sucking gently as he works another finger into your slick heat, stretching you out.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice rough with need. "Do you like having my fingers inside you, stretching you open?"

You nod, mouth open in a moan—you're so lost in your own world, in the pleasure, it's easy to forget that this is all for show, that this moment is just an act and Wonwoo isn't yours. But in this moment he is.

“More, please.” You whine rocking your hips, simultaneously grinding down on his clothed cock and against his fingers inside you.

His fingers fuck into you with a purpose until—“Ahhh” you moan, shaking, when he pushes against your g-spot with a determined persistence.

His eyes go sharp again as he stares down the camera, he's staking his claim. You're his.

“What do you think? Should I make her cum again like this?” He asks, a smirk on his lips as he stills his hand, you rock your hips shamelessly chasinging your release.

“Wonwoo please please please please please.” A litany of pleas leave your lips, tears nearly forming in your eyes. You're so close you can taste it.

“Don't ask me, baby.” He chuckles low and deep, unbelievably sexy. “Ask them.”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the viewfinder, fucked out, a mess, eyes heavy lidded. You look debauched, and pretty.

“I want to cum,” Your voice is raw from all the moaning, your lips are plump from biting on them, you look the very essence of sin, “please.”

The chat explodes with tips and that seems to be enough for Wonwoo.

He kisses you like he owns you.

And maybe, in this moment, he does. The way he’s touching you says it — the way he’s holding your hips down, dragging his fingers up your thigh, says it. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance — you hadn't even noticed he'd pulled it out of his sweatpants, and it’s not even in yet but your body is already begging.

“Ready?” he murmurs low against your throat, lips brushing your skin like a tease.

You nod, wordless. Already wrecked, slick and throbbing under him, your thighs trembling with every shallow breath.

“Words,” he reminds you, and you feel the tip press just slightly inside.

“Yes. Yes, Wonwoo, please.”

He groans like he’s been waiting to hear that all night. “Good girl.”

And then he pushes in.

Your gasp catches high in your throat, nails clawing at the sheets beneath you as he splits you open, inch by inch, his hips slow and deliberate. He’s thick, the stretch almost too much—almost, but then he bottoms out, presses flush against your body, and you swear you see white.

Wonwoo pauses there, buried inside you. His voice is a low growl when he speaks.

“Let them see you like this,” he says, staring down the camera with a smirk. “Stuffed full of me.”

You don’t even care that they’re watching. Not when he starts to move.

His thrusts are deep from the start, slow at first, but with that tight rhythm that makes your brain melt. One of his hand wraps around your throat, thumb resting just under your jaw, and the contact makes your whole body tense beneath him. The other steady on your hip, moving you like a ragdoll, his personal fuck toy as he lifts you up and down on his lap, meeting his every thrust.

“You like that?” he says, almost mockingly sweet. “Getting fucked in front of a live audience?”

“Wonwoo—” you gasp, already spiraling.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises. “Look at that. So tight. So fucking wet.”

Each thrust punches a little sound out of you, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over, and when he pulls your hips down to meet his, the slick slap of skin echoes off the walls. You don't even try to stop the sounds falling from your lips anymore—you're beyond pride, beyond shame.

“Gonna cum already?” he teases, kissing along your jaw, grinding deep. “Not even halfway done with you, baby.”

“I—I can’t—” you whimper.

“Yes, you can,” he growls. “You’re gonna cum around my cock like a good girl.”

The orgasm builds fast, your body tight, trembling, every muscle locking up as you struggle to hold back. But his voice is right in your ear, coaxing you through it.

“Let them watch you fall apart for me,” he whispers. “Now. Be good. Cum.”

You shatter.

It’s too much. Your vision goes white, your body clamps tight around him, and your orgasm tears through you like a storm. You cry out, maybe even sob his name, but it’s all blurred in the wave of pleasure. You can’t think, can’t breathe.

Wonwoo groans low in his throat as you tighten around him, and it’s like a switch flips. His hips snap into yours harder now, faster. His grip on your throat tightens as he chases his own release.

“You feel too fucking good,” he hisses, fucking into you like he’s about to lose control. “So perfect. Gonna cum inside you. Fill you up. You want that?”

You nod frantically, barely coherent, and that’s all he needs.

He slams in once more and holds there, hips pressed hard against you as his body trembles, his breath catching in a deep, guttural groan. You feel the heat of it, the way he pulses inside you, and it only makes your body twitch around him again.

Silence.

Except for your ragged breathing, the camera still rolling in the background, and the sound of his heartbeat thudding against your chest.

Wonwoo finally exhales.

He gently eases out of you, hand trailing softly down your thigh, and your body gives a full-body twitch—overstimulated and still shaking.

Your eyes meet his, no teasing now. Just something real.

The camera light is still on.

He gives it a final look, then leans forward, and with the same casual dominance as before, clicks it off.

Then he looks back down at you. Smirking. But softer now.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod.

But your voice is hoarse when you whisper back, “Yeah. But that didn’t feel fake.”

He just brushes the damp hair from your cheek and says, “Because it wasn’t.”