#More smut needs to be grosser

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I bring a kind of fuck nasty gross cheesy porno quality to the fanfiction game that the girls, gays, and they's really appreciate.

[grazieschillivera]

Broken reputations

Summary: You get caught spying on Tom and his friends and now Tom has to decide what to do with you

Warnings: smut

Authors note: -no idea what the reader all knew about Toms actions at the end- just needed a bit conflict

Word count: ca 2300

,,Tom let me go or I will make you'' your voice warned him sternly when his grip around your wrists tightened and your back got pressed closer against the giant rock Tom had caged you against with slow steps.

,,Where are your manners Y/N. I just want to talk'' usually Tom was this serious yet charming prefect but now something mad swang within his voice. Just as you had figured. Tom wasn't as perfect as he always acted.

That his friends were disgusting wasn't a secret either, at least for you. When they had found you spying on them near the forbidden forest they had shoved you back in the dark forest and brought you back to Tom. You figured that they weren't as innocent as they had acted over the years but this felt like real danger now. It was different now than meeting them in the school, where you weren't alone against them.

It was almost impossible to breath with the hard grip around your waist when Abraxas had managed to reach for you and shoved you back to their spot. With a smooth motion Tom had put the diadem in his robe pockets, that you had figured he was after. For a moment yours gazes met and Tom raised his eyebrows curiously, like he awaited an explaination.

The entire time you looked daringly at Tom when his friends suggested to have some fun with you and just make you forget about it afterwards. The school would be soon over and Tom and his friends became grosser and grosser, trying lesser to hid their true faces.

,,Remember that one night with Lestrange, when she prete-''

,,You become too enthuastic Malfoy'' Tom's voice cut him off before sending everyone away. Your stomach twisted when Tom let your wand disappear his in robes while he walked towards you.

,,There is nothing to talk about. I still have no fucking clue what you are up to. Its no secret anymore that not the entire school believes your foul charms anyways'' you said when he tried to intimidate you.

,,Lies! Somehow ironc for someone so pretentious as yourself. You have quite the reputation in our group'' said Tom and an arm above your head caged you in more. It almost bothered you that he didn't do more to keep your at your spot.

,,I don't care about my reputation in your pitifull group. You just don't like people who can give them as good as one gets'' you said sternly, umimpressed by his huge frame.

,,I always wondered what this little mind is really up to when its not judging others, seems it likes to mess with others businesses. And yet I had warned you about it'' Tom said hinting at your accidental meeting in the halls when Tom came out of the libary at the night with a small book thightly wrapped around his hand. You gave him an unsure look but didn't say a word when he gestured you to keep still for him. Tom could have obliviate you or just kill you and make it look like an incident but deep down he had found a new amusement in having you watch not so secretly over him. But now your curiousity forced things to adjust to his new plans, he was about to figure out for you.

,,I did tell you to keep away from me. Yet you didn't listen. I bet you aren't so perfect as you act either'' Tom said with a low chuckle.

You gave him an unimpressed look even if your heart beated unsettled in your ears when Toms fingers brushed along your hair searching for your gaze.

,,If you tell me why you didn't I might not oblivate you'' he demanded after a moment of admiring your little frame that stood up so bravly against him.

,,What difference would that make?'' you asked bitterly. Tom had to smile slightly. ,,You wont get a thing out of me'' you addded in defense.

,,I already know what you had found out and I'm impressed not even my minions know so much sometimes'' said Tom. He was so relaxed about it because you didn't knew why he had searched for the diadem.

,,Then oblivate me finally, get this over'' you said frustared.

,,No or at least not yet. You see I can read someone's thoughts, but feelings are always a bit harder to get, especially from you. What you know about my plans doesn't matter so much at this moment. The moment itself is far more interesting – you with your little information about me I can figure your feelings finally out. I want to know what my secrets do to you. Do they make you feel powerful or mighty- thinking you finally can have a stand against me? I bet, our little Y/N always thinks so righteous about herself'' said Tom and his robes brushed against your when he stood even taller infront of you to hint who actually was in charge.

,,Yes that is how I feel'' you simply admitted. ,,Unlike you I favour standing up against the stronger ones'' you said and acted unbothered.

,,So much talking but you don't do a thing. I already have a thesis about you but why not have a look how good you actually can keep up''.

It happened way to fast. Something in Tom snapped and no words seemed to reach him. With one strong push you were completly traped between the rock and Toms body. It almost hurt but your sharp breathing got caught up from Toms lips that crushed out of nowhere down on yours, melting against yours in one strong move, pulling you up to him in his thight embrace around your waist.

Tom always acted so sorted and controlled but the rest of this already broken image vanished just as the rest of his reputations he had put on everyones mind yours included, until now. It almost scared you and your feelings got twisted, unsure how to focus, just as Tom intended to.

Just when you thought you could keep up with Toms kisses his grip around you stoped and within seconds your skirt got just as forcefully pulled up like he handled the rest of you. There was nothing sweet in his urgent movements, like he wanted you to get overwhelmed. He even hummed approvingly against your lips when you couldn't keep your nervous moans back anymore, his fingers run up your now bare thighs. With a playfull squeeze of them he savoured the feeling for a moment before rubbing hard circels on your clit. You had no idea whether you cried out of embarassment or joy, your cheeks turned hot and your mind almost went blank. That was the starting point for Tom, he could have a better look inside you now.

,,Oh yes there is far more. I told you to stay away from me as a nice warning. Yet you didn't listen. So naughty. Seems you aren't so perfect as you act either, maybe you like chasing me '' Tom said with a low chuckle still teasing your sensitive skin, he could hear in your breathing how hot your clit must have arched for him due to it. His lips run along your neck and he took a deep breath in having to admit how good you smelled.

Your mouth felt open, but no words left it just ashamed moans that let more loose the longer Tom teased your body. No feisty remarks anymore nor daring glances, you were fully consumed by new feelings. With a knowing smile Tom eyed you up when he had stoped sucking along your neck and he leaned back to have a better view on you.

,,Am I right? I know I am, I can feel it and read it. But if you want your dirty thoughts to become reality you will have to tell me yourself'' Tom said even though he already planed on taking you against that rock, he still had the option to obliviate you afterwards. In defeatment you nodded and found your voice to say it out loud, although your voice was weak from your shame.

Toms upper body had pressed you against the rock while his hands opened his belt and trousers before he stretched you out fully, your sweet moans and helpless little figure had turned him on enough that he could just push right inside you. You pressed your eyes close too ashamed from the fact that you actually enjoyed this. But before you could at least try to push Tom outside of your mind his free hand griped around your jaw and turned your face to him again, his member stilled inside you waiting for you to look at him again. His tongue made clicking noises in a lecturing manner once his own breath became steadier again.

,,Manners Y/N. You look at me when I fuck you'', and you obliged him. ,,Good girl Y/N. So rightous'' he said mockingly and slapped the side of your bare hip, earning him a whimper.

A shaky moan eventually escaped your throat when Tom picked up the pace and you remembered that you had still held your breath. Your eyes were locked with Toms now, who seemed to mirror your euphory. His eyes were just as wide and dark as yours, and almost in a mocking manner he imitated the long almost scared sounds that grew higher and higher, although he felt the same.

His jaw clenched when he let out a low moan through his teeth. The view intimidated you but it also made your back arch further away from the rock like you wanted to come closer to him, submitting to this feeling, even though it hurt. By now Tom had forced yours legs further apart despite your attempts to stop him and now had them locked around his waist. You could struggle as much as you wanted but Tom just knew you liked it, he could feel it while also reading your dirty mind. There was so sight of your boring so rightious believes left.

The tears that started to fill up your gaze weren't due to the pleasure he gave you but his merciless pace. You tried to find your voice but your moans only turned to cries, signaling Tom your state of mind. Your fingers had reached for his robes and searched for some steadiness on his broad shoulders, which Tom allowed you to.

,,Is that too much? Thats the nicest I can be. Don't be rude now, you asked for this'' Tom said, he didn't pause he just became a bit slower for a moment searching for the right spots inside you to only wiggle against them teasingly, having your body twitch against him. To keep himself under control he bit down at your neck, you were so hot and thight and so good for him, letting you see him everything in your mind. Your legs tried to adjust higher around his hips to give him better access and even though it felt so good you gave him an unsure look, not understanding his words.

,,I don't need mind tricks for that. Its obvious now. You like the danger, you like to be right, I bet you even like me. I must admit until now you were quite good at hiding your feelings, but now I can feel who you truly want and your body shows me who you really are'' Tom said and now truned his pace up again, pushing his himself fully out and inside of you again, bringing you further to the edge. While you couldn't help but cry out from all the feelings Tom almost kept an serious face and observed your face. His free hand let lose of the harsh grip in your hair and traced now around your temples, almost caringly if he wouldn't look so belittling at you.

,,Always acting so though but now you are already begging me for mercy. Let's have another look at that poor weak mind. You might be smart but you're not a little spy, nor do you have what it takes you have a stand against me- you know that. Even better you don't want to. You want to be on my side right? Am I right? Say it Y/N '' Tom said starting to get lost in his own pleasure, fucking you even harder against the rock, forcing you to answer him. The more he read your mind and saw that his win has been safe the whole time the wilder he became.

Again you admited it eventually and he made sure to have you come as hard as possible around him, praising you through it while he chased his own pleasure, fuelled by the pride that rose inside him.

,,Thats it. So good for me Y/N. So good at giving in. Clenching around me so nicely. Should have done this earlier, maybe right beside the libary back then. Such a needy little girl searching for my attention'' he said on his last pushes before you both came.

He just found himself someone very special. Your feelings had let your mind guardless to him and now he had seen everything he needed, you were just as cunning and ambitious as he was and yet so insecure and irresistable.

His usually so perfect hair hang in sweaty stands down his forhead before he pushed them back with his hand, eyeing up the mess he made out of you, still smiling and out of breath.

,,Did you learn your lesson? No more spying on me?'' Tom asked and pressing one more time inside you hiting all the right spots, bending his head down and searching for your gaze again. You nodded eagerly due to the overstimulation.

,,Good, no obliviate then. I will keep it that way between us. Remember no more spying, I will come to you when things are ready. Can't leave the school without my oh so eager little soulmate'' Tom said while pulling his trousers back on, his hand cupped your cheek in an almost sweet way before he just walked away leaving it to you to follow him now or not.

[almostgigi]

🌹right here, right now🌹

Summary: Eddie and reader are in Mr. Kohl office waiting for their punishments but he's late.

Note: sorry in advance for any mistake there might be, I'm not fluent in English as it is not my first language.

WC: 3.8k

Content Warning: fem!reader, reader likes Eddie but he doesn't know her, smut MDNI, fingering, unprotected piv (don't do that, please be responsible), filthy talk, marking, exhibitionism kink, squirting, breading kink (if you squint), just filthy stuff. Let me know if I forget anything!!

I was sitting in the principal’s office when he came in, storming into the place like a hurricane. The door almost getting out of it’s place. I flinch at the loud sound and he doesn’t notice. He sits by my side with his eyebrows frowning and a look in his eyes that was kinda scary. I’m on my phone so it’s not awkward and there’s not weird looks in between us. He has his backpack across his chest and grabs it really tight like his life depends on it. I look at him slightly with my peripheral vision and notice his heavy breathing on my ears. His heart was probably going a mile per minute.

“you ok?” I ask without taking my eyes of my phone and the pictures I was watching. He takes notice of me and my question.

“you talking to me?” he sounds raspy like he was fighting to talk.

“do you see anyone else on the room I could be talking to instead?” my response comes out a bit more rude than I expected so I change my face and turn around.

“wow, rude girl, I see” he softens the grip on his backpack and turns too.

“sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that” I really didn't.

“s’okay, I can imagine you got a bad day if you’re here” at least he’s nice.

“so do you right?” anyone who gets to meet the principal’s office is definitely having a bad one.

“you could say that, yeah” I get a confused look on my face as he stares at me. “what?” he asks in between laughs. Cute.

“what did you do?” I ask softly “to be here, what did you do?” I repeat.

“oh, uhm- I shouldn’t tell you, s’gross” he scrunches his nose as he speaks.

“ah come on, it can’t be worse than Jimmy Cooper sticking his used gum on Mrs. O’Donnell lunch last week. Can it?” there’s a little fear in my words as I can’t believe anything worse or more gross than that. He makes a face that indicates to me that it is, in fact, grosser than what Jimmy did. “what the fuck did you do, Munson?” I’m now on the edge of my seat.

“wait, you know my name? how come I don’t know yours but you know mine if I’ve never seen you before?” he’s at the edge of his now.

“you might have this rare disease called “not noticing pretty girls”, s’bad, if I were you I’ll be heading to the doctor right away after talking to the principal” I press my lips together in a fine line when I’m done talking and I nod, then laugh.

“ouch, I’m sorry lady. S’there a cure for this?” he ask with a hand on his chest, he takes it seriously as he can’t take his eyes off of mine.

“probably, haven’t been discovered yet tho. I know, s’shitty, m’sorry man, good luck at the doctor’s appointment anyways” we both chuckle after a few seconds. This is probably the best interaction I’ve had in years.

“no worries, I’ll call you when I get real sick” he says.

“what for?” I get confused.

“gonna need a nurse to take care of me and my poor state” his voice gets deeper as he talks like this.

“you should know I charge more for specialized treatment tho” I raise my brows at him, I’m not easy to get.

“I can pay you whatever way you need or want” he plays with me.

“oh now you’re just teasing. You’re awful Eddie, you killed the vibe” I get a finger in the air, accusing him in an also playful way.

“so there was a vibe, I wasn’t crazy after all” he moves the chair closer to me. “what did you do to be here” his eyes narrow on my way.

“don’t change the subject, I asked you first” I was not gonna forget that he never answered.

“well I don’t wanna tell but you insist so here we go. I got an f on one of my geometry test just because Mr. Larson doesn’t like me, I did good and he failed me, so I pissed his car door” I wish someone could take a picture of my face in this exact moment a frame it to put in the louvre “I told ya it was gross, you asked for it baby”

“don’t call me baby after you said that, eww” I scrunch my nose in disgust “although I think he deserves it, he’s pretty mean to me too”

“ohh we can’t have him being mean to baby right?” he teases again. I throw a look at him, letting him know what I mean. “sorry for the teasing, it’s who I am”

“wanna know what I did now?” I try my best to keep the topic of him teasing me as far as I can.

“yes, please”

“I got in a verbal fight with one of my classmates and I was in the right, but my teacher picked sides with my classmate and told me to shut up so I told her to go fuck herself. You should’ve seen her face, she could not believe what she heard. Was fucking hilarious” my foot was now closer to his, almost touching each other.

“savage” he says in a funny tone, but looking at the floor where our feet were now touching.

“I know, I know, I’m iconic” I joke, trying to make him laugh and I’m successful.

“I think is really brave to stand for yourself with an adult who doesn’t know what respect for the others is” most of his words come out shaky but genuine. I was about to say something to him but the door was opened and the secretary told us the principal was gonna be late for another half an hour, so we had to wait more.

“fucking awesome” I say. I watch as she closes door and Eddie goes to the principal’s chair and sits on it.

“he sure has better things to do right? Such a busy man” he sits straight and begins to talk again. “if it wasn’t for me this school would be a little shit dumpster. All this kids are nothing without me” his voice sounds funny since he’s trying his best to copy Mr. Kohl’s tone. “I’m a man of word, and you should trust when I tell you I’m gonna make this delinquents into decent people no matter how I have to do it” he continues.

“oh sir, but all that work must be so stressful, isn’t it?” I follow his game and he looks at me with open eyes.

“indeed it is sweet girl, why you ask?”

“I thought maybe…” I stand of my place and approach him. “maybe I could help you sir”

“you think you can young lady?” he says. I put one leg on each side of his sitting body. “what you think you’re doing?” he stutters in between words. I feel his body tense underneath me.

“I’m helping you sir, I can make all the stress go away and I’m gonna show you how” it’s not a secret I like Eddie, all of my friends know it. He’s the one that never noticed me, but I never cared; until now, where I find myself about to show him what he’s been missing.

“I-i- shit. I don’t think you shou- oh my god” all he can do is whimper from the way my hips are bucking into his right now.

“come on now sir, don’t you like me?” he probably should know I’m not playing anymore, this is true now. I pout and look intensely into his dark brown eyes.

“s’not that sweetheart, I-you shouldn’t be doing this here”

“you heard the secretary, he’ll be gone for half an hour more, we got time” he doesn’t seem to be comfortable with the situation as he keeps looking at the door. “I find the fact that someone could find us so fun, don’t you? I thought you were cool Munson”

“I am”

“not right now, you’re not being cool” my hands travel to the back of his neck and I kiss him deeply, desire building in my heart.

“fine” he says as soon as he can without stopping the kiss. One of my hands tries to unbuckle his belt with difficulty, and he helps me with his own hands. I lift my skirt to let him see my lilac and already wet panties. “holy fuck” the air I his lungs leaving is my favorite sound until now. Like he’s devoted to my body. I touch him over his boxer and I can’t believe he goes around packing like that. I don’t even exaggerate when I say he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. “found something you like?” I can’t take my eyes away from that part of him but I force myself and look up to him.

“maybe…” I say as I run a finger ever so slightly over his clothed length making him hiss at the contact.

“you’re such a tease” his tone let’s me know he doesn’t like it, he prefers if I just take it. But I’m not doing that just yet. This is too good to be so short.

“well, I was about to be put in detention for a reason sir” I keep my slight touch on his chest this time.

“you like being like this? like being a bad girl?” I nod “you do, right? you adore coming to see me. I bet you do it on purpose”

“I do sir, I misbehave so I can be with you in this tiny room, so I can be in your lap, so you can feel how good I wanna be for you” now where the fuck was that amount of words coming from? It’s like I was possessed and I liked it.

“my God, you’re so dirty baby” his voice is now so low, I can feel how he gets hard under me even more.

“you haven’t even heard half of it sir, I can be so much dirty. You just have to ask me” I put on my best puppy eyes as I look at him. The desire in his face shows. He’s just as horny as I am now.

“well then, I want you to be the dirtiest you’ve ever been, don’t even hold back a word. I want you full package” his hands go to my waist for a moment and then to my panties where the wet patch was. Two of his fingers touch me where I need him the most.

“please” the trail he does burns me.

“please what, baby? I need you to speak to me beauty” he says in a low tone.

“please touch me, I need you now” I can’t contain it anymore. I need his playful hands on my burning body.

“that’s what I like to hear” he smiles at me. The fingers that were dancing over my underwear were now putting it aside “you’re so fucking wet and I haven’t done anything to you. You got this worked up just by fantasizing with me baby?” I nod as that is the only thing I can do right now. He inserts his fingers finally, in an agonizingly slow motion, I watch as he does so. “already got you dumb on me princess? God, you look so pretty all dumb on my fingers” I whimper as my walls close around him. “so fucking hot, you sound amazing”

“i- Eddie i-” my pleadings seem to be satisfying to him as I look up at him and I find him grinning.

“you-you what sweet girl?” he mocks my stuttering and kisses my cheek. I keep whimpering because I don’t want the secretary to hear me. “you wanna cum baby?” I nod frenetically. “ow, then you do so” Suddenly his movements became faster, fingers hooking on a sweet spot inside of me that was making me see stars.

“oh, fuck, right there! yes! right there!” I scream in a whisper.

“right there baby? that’s the spot? how does it feel for you?” he asks, examining my face.

“it-it feels so fffucking good, I wanna cum all over your fingers” my senses are fucked right now, I can’t even think correctly.

“do it princess, soak me please” his dirty words were doing it for me and he wasn’t gonna stop there. “God, she’s sucking me in. Such a greedy cunt you have here” the feeling of release finally traveling to my lower stomach and letting me have the best orgasm of my life. I come undone on his hands as he helps me to come down of my high. As soon as he takes both fingers out from my insides he puts them in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them clean with his tongue.

“fucking hell, that’s so hot of you Munson” no boy ever had the decency of tasting me before.

“you are as sweet as you look, pretty” he says in a sweet voice. He leans in and kisses me, letting our tongues meet and collapse with each other. “I hope you don’t take this personal, but I need to fuck you”

“oh Eds, I take it very personal. Which means that if you don’t fuck me now I’m gonna fuck you myself”

“I’m very hard right now, if I don’t take it out it’s going to burst” his brows frowning and his big doe eyes looking up at me were the prettiest thing to see.

“take it out then, I wanna see it” with a fast movement of his hands and hips the jeans were lowered to the point where it was easier to have access to his boxers. Seconds later I tug the hem of them with my fingers and I set it free. My mouth waters at the view and I can feel myself getting wetter just by the thought of him inside of me. My cunt clenches and he sees it.

“such a pretty pussy, I wonder how it looks with my cock inside” he keeps the words heavy and dirty just for me. I feel hot and bothered just for him. I grab his cock and line it with my entrance, rubbing the tip just a little so it can get wet with my juices. I sit on him slowly and we both moan at the feeling. He’s stretching me so much. “Pussy’s so tight, it’s clenching around me so good” his hand grabs my neck and pulls me closer to kiss me in a feral way. My teeth catches his lower lip and bites it slightly not to hurt him. “get up, bend over the desk, I can’t fuck you properly in this fucking chair” I hear his demand and I obey him rapidly. My entire body trembling from the uncomfortable position I was in just now. I lower my chest in the desk and he takes one of his hands to the front of my right thigh and knee, bringing it up on the table. This way I was more open for him and he could see my pussy on display. I feel a smack on my ass and he grabs the flesh a little. Soon I feel a small source of air near me. When I realize it's his breathing I don't have time to prepare. His tongue runs the whole way down from top to bottom making me gasp at the sensation. “next time m’gonna spend an hour devouring this pussy, mark my words” he lifts from his knelling position and leaves me thinking about that next time. Was he sure there will be a next time? He wanted to fuck me again and eat me out. Fuck. I was looking forward for that next time already and we weren’t even done yet with this one. Aligning again his length to my entrance, he enters me with a hard and erratic thrust that almost makes me cry, in a good way. We were setting a pace and trying not to be heard. Suddenly one of his hands goes to my covered chest and lifts my shirt a little, grabbing one of my boobs and squishing it tightly. There will be marks on them tomorrow but I didn’t mind as I was lost in the moment, he was fucking me hard enough to cause our skins touching to make a sound. He grabs my leg again taking it forward on the table.

“fuck, I can feel you so deep inside of me, you’re so big Eddie” every inch of his cock making me see stars. My gummy walls accepting his length with love and hotness.

“You’re taking me so well baby, every inch. Perfect pussy was made for me, right baby?” again demanding me and I obey as always.

“y-yes”

“yes what? I thought I asked to be dirty, you’re not being a good girl right now” his tone was now lower and something in it let me know he was getting kinda mad.

“I’m-I’m sorry. Yes, it was made for you, just you” I mumble. I shake my head in an attempt to get my brain clear and be able to think but his hands on my waist and chest were taking out of my body. It was like I was experiencing it outside of what was actually happening, it was strange.

“that’s better. I love the sounds she makes when I go all the way out and I put it in like this” he says pulling out almost completely just to put it in again extremely hard making me moan into my own hand. The squelching sound my pussy made thanks to our juices combined was delicious.

“o-oh my god”

“you like that? Good. Wanna know what m’gonna do? m’gonna cum inside of you and you’re gonna take care of it” I never in my life had taken pills before, turns out I’m gonna have to start. Truth is, we were fucking raw and as much as I know Eddie hasn’t been with anyone else I don’t wanna be pregnant in a matter of weeks. He continues. “I want you to put your wet panties over this pretty pussy again and keep my cum stored until you get home and I want you to take a picture and send it to me. I wanna see my cum leaking out of you, from her before you clean it, understood?” he had a plan for me, a dirty, filthy plan and I liked it. How could I like this? In the whole year that I’ve spent liking Eddie I’ve have never imagined he was like this. I would look at him in the cafeteria with his friends and think he was sweet, always taking care of the boys in his club and making them feel safe and that they fit. Something that was never given to him. A sense of belonging was what he always needed and never had. Boys at school could be very cruel, even more to a kid that was different and proud like Eddie. I would also stare at him at the library, where I always find him on Wednesdays, looking for a new sci-fi book to devour. Or maybe on the parking lot where he would stop to smoke for ten minutes, probably listening to some music while he does. I loved to watch him smoke, even though I hate people that smoke, I find him really sexy when he does. It’s the way he grabs it in between his fingers ever so delicate and brings it to his lips, sucking and then blowing the smoke away. Like I said, so sexy. I get distracted in my thoughts that I barely remember to respond.

“I’ll be good Eddie, I’ll take care of your cum, please. I feel so full, fuck” his cock had found the spot and the head was now abusing it. I put both my hands on the desk, lifting my ass a little bit more and I feel my stomach revolve. The feeling of release again hitting my lower belly but this time there was something more. The hand that was on my boob releases it and goes to my clit, rubbing fast circles in it applying enough pressure to give me the pleasure I want so bad. A few seconds more and I cum around his cock, I hear the gushing sounds of my wetness and I feel sedated. I close my eyes and let go.

“Fuck baby, you squirted all over my fucking cock, Jesus. Got all over the table baby, shit” so I squirted, that was what I felt. He was fucking me so good it made me do something I never did before. He kept fucking me through my orgasm and I felt overstimulated. “Ah, you keep squirting baby, fucking shit, I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside you”. Once I regain my senses, I started throwing my ass back against his cock at the same time he hit me. “Oh that’s it baby, take it, take it, take it” one of his hands smacking my ass cheek as I did. “Yeah, take that fucking cock” I love this version of him that I didn’t know until now. He was a beast, a menace in the best of senses. If I had a very sweet person like him fuck me like this everyday I’ll loose my fucking mind. He grabs my face and makes me turn to look at him while he keeps pounding me from behind. “Look at me, here baby, I want you to look at me when I fill you up” a good and hard thrusts more and he came inside of me, all his hot, sweet cum shooting inside my walls.

He helps me lower down my leg and slowly pulls out and puts my underwear back in a fast movement. Gives a few pats on my clothed pussy and rubs it.

“I want that picture when you get home” he reminds me of his demand. I nod while smiling and I turn to kiss him. “how many classes you have the rest of the day?” he asks interested. We love around and sit on our places.

“just one, biology 3” I was already thinking about how uncomfortable that class would be with a big load of cum trying to come out of my cunt.

“great, I’m in that one too, it’s gonna be fun” I gasp as I realize he’s gonna watch me the entire time but I have nothing left to say as the door is open now. The principal enters and looks like he’s been dealing with something huge that we don’t know about.

“Okay kids, this day has been extremely tiring and I’m sorry I made you wait so long. There’s no much to say as you both have detention on Friday” he takes some papers from the desk and we turn to leave. Suddenly he yells to the secretary and we can’t help but laugh loudly as we hear what he tells her.

“Susan!? Why is my desk all wet and sticky!?”

Well we hope he doesn’t look at the cameras or we’ll be screwed. Detention would be the last of our worries.

[captain039]

PART 7 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

I’m literally so happy and excited with this story, I can’t wait for the spicy bits xD

I promise there will be more kylo xD

Previous part <-

Before you could speak the supreme leader had turned and left leaving you stunned. You stood baffled and conflicted as to whether you should chase after the alpha or not. You were still skeptical if he wanted to kill you if you did anything wrong. The healers he brought worked in the background while you spent more time with your grandma and sister. Your mum and dad had went out to get some fresh food for tonight’s dinner. Your sister and Nan mainly talked while you sort of stared blankly in thought. When your parents came back you headed home, after saying your goodbyes. You didn’t talk about the supreme leader or what happened, you were thankful, but it didn’t leave you any less baffled and feeling worse. You had to finish dinner early, you began to shake and feel sick as you searched for your suppressants. A knock came and you looked up seeing your worried mum.

“I’m fine” you lied, huffing when you couldn’t find the case.

“You’re not, you’re awfully pale” she said sitting down on the bed as you sat up too quickly. You groaned putting your head in your hands while your mum rubbed your back.

“What the hell” you grumbled regarding everything.

“What’s going on?” You asked with a sigh.

“I don’t know” your mum answered.

“What happened today-“ she faltered, nobody really knew what happened today.

“I’m confused also, I wish I had answers, if he is your mate though” she trialed off.

“He isn’t! I can’t sense it” you brushed it off.

“Because you’re on the suppressants, another indication is the sickness” she explained and you huffed.

“Hun finding your mate isn’t a bad thing” she said.

“It is when said mate is supreme leader of an evil empire” you grumbled.

“Well” she sighed.

“I won’t mate with him!” You said and she looked stunned.

“Not mating is worse” she said.

“I don’t care I’ll find something that works” you nodded making your mother sigh again.

“Trust me avoiding your mate does not work” she chuckled lightly.

“If I argued with your father and he’d stay outside for a few days I felt horrid” she said.

“You’re already mated” you pointed out.

“Not always” she shrugged.

“Just see what happens” she smiled patting your shoulder and leaving. You resumed your search feeling grosser by the minute.

“Looking for these?” You jumped a mile again hearing his voice suddenly.

“Do you not give a warning?” You huffed turning to him and seeing your small black case.

“You went into my parents house” you said and he nodded placing the case down so it disappeared.

“In my room” you added and he nodded again simply.

“You can’t just-“ before you finished you thought in your head. He could just do that he was the supreme leader, but that’s besides the point.

“You’re unwell” he stated.

“Because I don’t have the right suppressants!” You hissed. Apparently you felt like you could speak your mind when he was a mere projection.

“I just won’t come back now” you mumbled and he glared making you gulp slightly at the look.

“When they wear off you’ll need me” he said a dark look in his eyes which made a shiver go up your spine.

“I don’t need you” you said quietly.

“You will” he said almost smirking as he disappeared. You groaned before your sister walked in highly confused.

“Who were you talking too?” She asked and you froze.

“You didn’t hear him?” You asked as she sat down on your bed.

“No?” She said confused and you groaned again lying back down on your bed. She joined you as you both stared at the ceiling.

“Is he really your mate?” She whispered and you tensed before sighing. You rolled over to look at her and she copied.

“I don’t know” you shrugged and she frowned.

“How do you not know?” She asked.

“Because suppressants suppress quite literally everything” you explained.

“It’s different for alphas” you added and she nodded processing the words.

“Isn’t it a good thing to find your mate?” She asked confused.

“It would be if my mate wasn’t the most powerful alpha in the galaxy and quite literally destroyed empires” you said and she cringed.

“Exactly” you sighed lying back on your back.

“He does smell good” you stated and she smirked which made you slap her playfully.

“Shut up” you chuckled.

“Anybody catch your eye? A little crush” you teased poking her as she giggled before she tensed and looked away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worried.

“It isn’t exactly a… guy” she said and you frowned before it clicked.

“What’s her name?” You grinned and she looked surprised before smiling.

“Corde” she said hushed and you poked her again making her laugh.

“Stop!” She laughed and you felt your heart warm.

“Does mum and dad know?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Our secret then, till you’re ready” you grinned poking her nose one last time making her huff.

The next day was exciting, you went around the markets with your sister and mum, you bought different things and ate different foods for the day. You were all full and exhausted by the end of it, but it felt like you were a happy family again. You were feeling better slightly, the suppressants were wearing off and your senses were coming back. You were worried about your heat though, you couldn’t go back while you were in your heat. You didn’t want to go back at all, but for some reason you felt a tug to go back.

Next part ->

[jennay]

Play Pretend (2)

An: I was thinking about a mini series? What do you think? Anything you’d love to see? Angst, fluff, whatever? I can suggest smut but I’m not huge on writing it. Anyways if you enjoy and want more please reblog comment and let me know 💜

Master List

Part 1

Months passed before you gave in to Joseph and agreed to lunch. It's not that you didn't want to see him, but with how your life was going, it was easier to lie through a text message. You didn't want him to know for the past few months you'd been out partying and drowning any emotion you had with alcohol and any pain relievers you could get your hands on.

Joseph had asked if it was ok that Jamie came to lunch, and for a brief second, you were upset, and then you were excited to see him. You looked fabulous and could easily convince him you were doing fine without him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss Jamie's company, but there was no chance in hell that you would be the one to reach out.

When you round the corner, it's not hard to spot your dorky friends sitting around a table outside the restaurant. Jamie looked like a rockstar out of place, and Joseph looked like he was going to a photoshoot.

You quietly sneak up behind Joseph, giving Jamie the universal sign to be quiet by putting your finger to your lips. You abruptly grab Joseph's shoulders and yell, "Boo!"

Joseph spills his water on his lap, which causes Jamie to clap his hands together and laugh. "She got you."

You bend down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaving a slobbery kiss on his cheek. "Hello, darling, did you miss me?" You pull one of the chairs out and sit next to Joseph. You hand him a few paper towels. "We can't take you anywhere without you making a mess."

He glares and continues cleaning up his pants. "I didn't think you'd be so cheerful considering how drunk you were last night." He laughs, "Babbling on about your new lover."

Your mouth drops. "I told you about that?" You look around the table searching for water, your mouth feels dry, and you can feel hangover anxiety reaching your throat. You grab Jamie's ice water and take a drink. "Honestly, I'm hungover as shit, and I don't remember much from last night, so disregard anything I said." You say, taking another drink of water and

Jamie grabs his cup back from you. "I've got cooties, you know?" He chuckles at his own joke.

Shrugging, you say, "I've had grosser things of yours in my mouth."

Jamie's face scrunches, and he looks offended by your words. "I'm not gross!"

Joseph covers his mouth, making gagging noises, "That's not an image I wanted in my head."

"Sure you didn't." You wink in his direction.

He groans at your gesture, "I honestly could've done without, sweetheart."

"Are you ready to order?"

Your eyes shoot to the waitress, "I'll take a vodka cranberry and an ice water, please." You hand her your menu, not bothering with the food. You weren't hungry, but you needed something to kill the hangover. The two men watch with concern. "Look, I need you two to put those judgy eyes away. I can't handle any more anxiety today."

"I'll have the number twelve, please."

You find yourself admiring Jamie while he studies the menu. His finger taps his full lips, and he scrunches his nose every time he almost decides something.

His eyes raise to the waitress, "The number six sounds outstanding."

Joseph gently kicks your leg under the table, snapping you back to reality. You shake your head away from Jamie and meet Joseph's gaze, "So," He says, "Tell us about the new guy."

"Thank you." You say to the woman who brings you your drink. "Well, he's an actor. He's charming, funny, and the sex!" You say, emphasizing the last word.

"I don't want to hear about your sex life." Joseph says, "Not with Jamie, strangers, or yourself."

Jamie laughs, "We did have good sex." He teases Joseph.

Smirking, you say, "Maybe good for you." That's right (y/n); keep hitting him where it hurts the most. You give him the sweetest sarcastic smile you can muster up. "Anyhow, his name is Alex Shepard, and we actually haven't had sex. I'm saving the goods for now."

Joseph's brow crinkles, "The Alex Shepard?"

Jamie's body stiffens, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his look of disgust. "Alex is a pig. Do you know how many women have come forward saying he's abusive? You'd think you, of all people, would believe the victims."

"He was never charged, and it was a miss understanding. The two girls took back the claims and even said they were doing it for his money." You roll your eyes and chug the rest of your drink. "I shouldn't be surprised that you would have such a negative attitude about someone I'm dating." You set your glass down roughly. "You had your chance, Jamie. Now fuck off and let me find my person."

Jamie scoffs and pushes his food away, "No, absolutely not! You have no idea who you're dating. This has nothing to do with my feelings (Y/N). This is strictly because I care about you!"

"Guys." Joseph tries to intervene, but it's too late. "Lower your voices."

"You sound like a jealous boy." You taunt.

Jamie tilts his head, slightly annoyed by your assumptions. "Someone needs to look after you! Joseph is too nice to tell you, you make bad choices. Everyone sees it besides you. It's insane!" He yells.

You scoot back in your chair, aggravated by his words. You stand up and throw cash on the table. "It was nice seeing you guys and not at the same time. Seems to be a running theme, so I'm gonna go." You start down the sidewalk, not giving them any time to react. "Don't bother me anymore."

Part 3

Tag list - @cat-loves-music @lma1986

Thanks for reading!

[rosenallies]

The phone sex girls have been through it lately! Would love a prompt of them just enjoying life and each other again. Maybe going on a cute little date, maybe even some smut after the angst that they went through

this is not at all the direction u gave me except for the fluff and happy vibes but this was what I was feeling so dbevev

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Rosé snuck up behind Denali as she danced, hands steady on her waist. “Guess who,” she singsonged.

Denali giggled, turning over in Rosé’s arms to face her. “I’m guessing that would be my new wife,” she replied with an easy smile, the one only Rosé knew how to pull out of her.

“Your guess would be correct. It’s also time for our first dance, are you ready, darling?”

Her cheeks flushed red as the music slowed to a tender love song that Rosé had shown her years ago that inadvertently became “their” song. Rosé extended her hand, letting Denali take it gingerly.

“Don’t be nervous, it’s just me, baby,” Rosé said quietly, quieting the nerves that churned in Denali’s tummy, nerves that came and went all day but were quieted as soon as her gaze met Rosé’s. Of course, they both wanted their wedding to be perfect but every-time Denali looked towards Rosé she was reminded that the day was about them and the love they shared and nothing else, no one else’s opinions mattered, not that anyone would have had any negative opinions knowing they’d only invited the few closest to them.

They swayed slowly in time to the music, Rosé humming softly in Denali’s ear getting Denali all choked up.

“Thank you for giving me everything I thought I’d never have.”

Rosé smiled, lifting a hand to cup Denali’s cheek. “I’d give you everything if I could.”

“You do give me everything. Everything I want and everything I need,” Denali admitted softly, baring her soul to her now wife in the middle of the dance floor.

“You give me everything I want and need right back,” Rosé said, bringing Denali close to kiss her.

They kissed soft and slow, lost in each other’s embrace and the song that was just now coming to an end.

By the time they pulled away, everyone’s eyes were on them. Denali’s cheeks burned while Rosé only shrugged. “You’d want to spend all your time kissing her too if she was your wife.”

“Rosie!” Denali groaned, hiding her face in Rosé’s shoulder.

“Oh don’t worry, Nali, I’ve seen you two be much grosser before!” Denali’s best man and best friend, Mik, called out, laughing as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Hey, it’s warranted right now,” Rosé retorted, an easy, comfortable smile on her face as she leaned in and kissed Denali once more, pausing to then whisper in her ear, “that was nothing compared to what’s gonna happen when we get to the hotel later tonight.”

[2lim3rz]

oh my god how did I not realize it was YOU that wrote Haunter of the Castle?!

Didn't pay attention to the username? LMAO

But yes I wrote it and am still surprised it's my 2nd highest liked thing 40k wise, with my next overall-highest liked thing being And Way Down We Go.

If you haven't checked them out, I have other stories! (I do need more x readers though-) All of these are nsfw

A Treasured Pet - Eidolon x Reader - Shameless porn without plot

In the Hands of Gods - Erebus x Akshub - Dub-con? sort of? In a sense? I dunno it's Erebus and Akshub

Aboard the Ravenous Prince - 2 Chaos Space Marines x 1 Human (Zekarvos/Pamelia/Steldos) - Non/Dub-con, Arguably one of my grosser fics because I wrote this in a Specific Vibe, menstrual stuff is involved. I'm mostly only including it because this shit is like 2000 and a half words

Now, these two technically have spoilers, but I'm not going to ask anyone to read my 9 chapter, 20,000+ word fic [but if you want too, here the link is, there's no smut but there is drug usage and implied self harm of one of the characters involved]

Fresh Out of Options - Brailer x Unnamed Rogue Psyker - Not Canon to AA at all, also sort of Dub-Con? It's.. It's really fucking weird, it's Brailer, okay? It's not-dub-con-dub-con?

Sent to Damnation *REWRITE* - 99-Novem X Castus (and Inquisitor Brosidus) - Please- Please read this. It's non-con towards the very end but at least read it for the story. This has my best torture scenes to this day and is 7000+ words. Closer to a character deep dive than anything

[happylittledrabbles]

Like a Virgin

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Erwin Smith

Rating: 18+ (DNI IF A MINOR)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 9K

AO3

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Levi is very sexually frustrated from all of Erwin's wandering touches and wants to know for sure whether Erwin is into him or not. He questions the commander on if he has a woman he wants to have sex with, and Erwin doesn't reply. That's the moment Levi finds out Erwin is a virgin. He proposes to "help" Erwin learn how to have sex before he goes on to have sex with the woman of his dreams.

Shenanigans ensue.

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“Wine or champagne?”

Levi eyed the two bottles in front of him, his eyes then sliding to the blond man behind the desk, his uniform a size too small for him. But he knew that Erwin liked it like that since it showed off his body. He’d never admit to it, though.

“Wine,” Levi said ultimately, motioning to the opaque bottle. Erwin obliged with a nod of the head and leaned forward, the leather chair groaning underneath his shifting weight. He took the glass and let a bit of wine dribble into it, handing it to the black-haired man to taste.

“Didn’t know you were a sommelier,” Levi remarked with a scoff, swirling the wine in the cup and giving it a sniff before tipping it to his lips. He smacked them together, the oaky wine reminiscent of the nights when he and Erwin would get too drunk after a successful mission—their arms around each other, their hands roaming to places that only lovers should touch…

“Are you drunk already, Levi? Your face is flushed,” Erwin asked, breaking Levi out of his daydreams. He reached across the desk, brushing his fingers across Levi’s cheek (as if that would make the problem better) (it absolutely didn’t). “You only had one sip. Are you sick?”

“Get your hands off me, old man,” Levi grumbled, swatting Erwin’s hand away even though he desperately wanted to grab it and lead it to the places where his mind went a few moments ago. His blush had worsened tenfold, causing Erwin to laugh and raise a caterpillar brow in pleased confusion. He took Levi’s cup and filled it up the rest of the way before handing it back.

“I’m not that old,” he retorted, standing up from his office chair to lean on the edge of the desk with the cup of wine he poured himself in hand. He kicked the tip of Levi’s boot playfully before taking a sip of the wine, wincing away from the cup. “Wow, this is pretty strong.”

He was far too close for comfort to Levi—he could practically smell that warm, masculine cologne he peppered on himself every day. It seemed as if every sight, every smell, every taste, every touch...everything was reminding him of the fact that he was horribly frustrated. Sexually frustrated, that is. Erwin was too much of a dunce to ever figure out that Levi wanted to take him apart and put him back together in a fit of pleasure. He’d never figure out that those lingering touches when they had dinner together weren’t a mistake, but a silent plea to never let go. No, Erwin’s nickname was—lovingly—meathead in Levi’s mind. It was getting to the point that all of Erwin’s playful touches and sexual remarks seemed mocking, as if Erwin was saying, “Yeah, you’ll never have me. But every woman on the Scout Regiment wants to fuck me. And I’ll fuck them, too.”

That gave Levi an idea.

“Speaking of old,” Levi continued, taking another sip of wine. If he was to have this conversation, he’d much rather carry on drunk so that he could blame it on the alcohol if—when—it went south. “It’s about time you get a wife. Any women on the Scout Regiment looking like a nice piece of ass?”

“Levi, how crude,” Erwin admonished, his eyes widening in surprise. “You shouldn’t refer to women that way.” Levi would have missed the slight blush rising in Erwin’s cheeks if he hadn’t already been staring straight into his soul for any hint of a reaction at the mention of women.

“Ah, sorry,” Levi apologized, thankful that Erwin wasn’t the type to reply to that gross comment with an equally grosser response. “Well, anyway, we’ve been in close quarters with them for a while. Any lucky ladies get a little closer?”

Erwin uncrossed and crossed one leg over the other as if he couldn’t decide where to put his legs, taking a heavy swig of the wine. It seemed as if Erwin had the same idea as his friend: get as drunk as possible to answer this line of questioning. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Erwin, don’t play dumb with me,” Levi said, leaning his elbows forward on his knees and sipping his wine until there was less than half left. “You can tell me. I’m your best friend. At least I hope.”

An unreadable look crossed Erwin’s face—what Levi wouldn’t give to crawl inside his mind right now. The blond ran a heavy hand down his face, letting out a groan that made Levi sit back up as straight as a pole. His hands drifted into his lap in case the little friend in his pants made an appearance, as it so often did when he was alone with Erwin, getting drunk like this.

“You…you are my best friend. Although that sounds a little juvenile.” Erwin chuckled softly before rolling his eyes. “Why are you so interested in my private life? For the record, it’s highly unethical for me to sleep with members of the Regiment.”

Levi tossed his head back in laughter. “We’re all adults. Shit happens.”

Erwin balked before shying away behind his desk, turning his back to Levi. His back was tense—the muscles surrounding his scapula rose through his uniform as he crossed his arms firmly. “You shouldn’t refer to making love that way.”

Levi stood up, tracing the edge of the desk with his fingers. Erwin was pissing him off. Why was he so defensive of his answers? Usually, men would jump to brag about their experiences at the mere insinuation of having sex with women. Meanwhile, he acted as if he’d never had sex before and was avoiding the question as much as possible. Levi just wanted to know if those lingering stares or tender touches meant something more, and he needed Erwin to tell him that he was taken so that he could be turned down without making a fool out of himself.

“’Making love’? You’re a big ol’ softie, aren’t you?” Levi sat on the desk as he watched the muscles of Erwin’s back tell the story his face was hiding. He polished off the last of the wine in his cup and set it gently down on the table. He kept his eyes on Erwin’s back, biting his lip and hesitating before finally saying, “It’s like you’ve never had sex at all.”

It was supposed to be a joke, one that would make Erwin splutter about to defend himself and spill all his sexual experiences. Levi was illiterate at reading Erwin’s facial expressions but had an advanced degree in literacy in reading his body language. He thought it’d be laughable to anybody to insinuate Erwin had never had sex. After all, anybody who met the man had hearts glowing in their eyes. But his shoulders hiking up to his ears, both of which promptly turned pink, and his arms quickly wrapping around himself were an obvious confirmation of Levi’s suspicions.

Levi was far too surprised to say anything or even move. His jaw went slack as Erwin shifted his body weight from one foot to another uncomfortably. The tension in the room was palpable, dripping from the ceiling and coating each man in a layer of unease. Erwin was a man of honesty. He’d never outright lie unless it’d reduce panic among the population or his cadets. He’d never lie to somebody of his rank, least of all Levi. So, the most he could do was stay quiet in the face of the accusation. If he stayed silent, he wouldn’t be lying, but he wouldn’t have to talk about it.

Except, Levi wouldn’t take silence as a complete answer.

“Erwin,” he pressed, the chair groaning as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He laced his fingers together as a hammock for his chin, cocking his head at Erwin’s statuesque figure. “Are you serious? You’ve never had sex?”

Erwin flinched at the claim, and he turned to the side, the lamplight creating a halo around his profile. His aquiline nose and thin lips were put on prominent display, and it took everything Levi had to not grab his face and turn it to face him. He needed to see what Erwin was thinking. He needed to parse out what the wrinkles in his face meant, what each flick of the eye signified. This discovery was the last thing he expected. He expected the secret to the Titans be discovered before Erwin’s more-than-intact virginity.

Erwin’s eyes were set on the floor. “I…it just never happened—"

“You’re approaching middle age, Erwin! What the hell do you mean?” Levi finally moved toward Erwin, grabbing his bicep and whirling the blond to face him. “You’ve never had one girlfriend? One woman you've liked?” He paused. “Have you even had your first kiss?”

“Of course I have!” Erwin was finally animated, and he tossed Levi’s grip off him and stepped back. “My Lord, Levi, you think so lowly of me.”

“Erwin, you are a fully grown, extremely attractive man who hasn’t had sex yet. People have flung themselves at you for years.” Levi tried to find another explanation for his shock, but all that came out was stutters and word vomit. He truly was at a loss for words.

Erwin pursed his lips before catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “I just haven’t met the right person yet,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I-I have, I simply…don’t know how they feel about me.”

Levi tried to catch Erwin’s eye, but the blond was resolute on keeping his gaze on a particular swirl in the hardwood.

“You’re kidding,” Levi scoffed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “You’ve been waiting all this time because you’re scared to admit your feelings? We’re on the brink of death every day, Erwin. We’re going on a mission tomorrow. Sure, it’s a run-of-the-mill mission, but you never know what could happen. One moment you’re there, the next, you’re being crunched on by a Titan like potato chips. I think you’ll survive a little confession.”

Erwin turned his body completely to face Levi, catching the shorter man off guard with the sudden confrontation. “Well, what about you? What’s your entire sexual history? I can’t be the only one on trial here.”

Levi shrugged. “The Underground is an interesting place. Prostitutes are very forgiving for your first time. They give you a discount.” He laughed at the pained expression that crossed Erwin’s face and waved his previous statement away. “I’m kidding. There were some cute girls down there. And then here…well, I got around as I rose the ranks.” He deliberately left out the part where he fucked and got fucked by plenty of men, deciding that was too forward. He needed Erwin to come to him first.

Erwin braced himself on the edge of the desk once Levi finished recounting his sexual tales, his knuckles turning white with how tightly he was gripping it. Levi’s eyes fell onto the other’s hand, the veins and bones in his hand rising above his skin, causing his mouth to go dry. Was this the right thing to do—to ask Erwin about his love life? Wouldn’t he be disappointed when Erwin told him all about the sweet woman he was in love with, the woman he wanted to lose his long-overdue virginity to? Especially after all those yearning gazes shared between them, the times when Erwin draped a blanket over him after he passed out on top of his desk, the handmade teas and horrible cookies (but they tasted perfect because Erwin made them)? Suddenly, Levi wanted desperately to renege on the topic of conversation.

He was about to ditch the entire thing when Erwin cleared his throat, his face pinkening. The lamplight couldn’t lie; the commander was actually getting embarrassed.

“But…what if they’re disappointed? I should’ve…done it…a while ago. I should be good at it.” Erwin covered his face with his hand, the other still digging its nails into the wood desk.

Levi’s whole mindset changed then. He could work with this. He could…do something with this. He had a brilliant idea.

“Men your age and older still can’t fuck right,” he said softly, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he slowly approached the commander. “With how caring you are, I’m sure you’ll do better on your first time than any man who’s had sex a million times.”

Erwin’s blush worsened, but instead of bashfulness, it seemed as if he was surprised. “You think I’m caring?”

Levi hesitated. “Well, yes. You do everything in your power to protect your cadets.” Now, time for the hardest part of the plan. He swallowed thickly before sliding his hand across the table, his fingers meeting Erwin’s before sliding on top of the back of his hand. His eyes flicked from their enjoined hands to the panicked blue eyes in front of him, analyzing them for any sort of resistance. “And you do everything to protect me. So, if you want…I can teach you how to fuck. Before, you know, you go and have sex with the right person.”

His eyes fell to the floor after he finished speaking, disappointment setting in. Sure, if Erwin agreed to this, he’d get to fuck the love of his life and finally see him in his true, pleasure-fueled element. He’d probably even get closer to him. But this was all a precursor to Erwin going out to “make love” to the woman he actually liked, and Levi would have to watch from the sidelines with a pained smile as they settled down and had beautiful children. Sure, Levi wanted to fuck Erwin. But he wanted to love him, too. He wanted a life with him—as much as a life within the walls could afford. And he wanted Erwin to love him back.

Erwin was silent, but he didn’t move his hand, nor his eyes. His eyes stayed on their hands, evaluating, dissecting, inspecting. Finally, he inhaled sharply, causing Levi to inadvertently tighten his grip on Erwin’s hand.

“You’d be willing to teach me?” he repeated. Levi nodded. Neither of the men was looking at each other. They didn’t have the courage to, even as full-grown adults. “Physically, you mean? Not with a chalkboard?”

Levi’s next move was a surprise to him, too; it was as if he was watching his own body from afar as he gripped Erwin’s wrist and flung him into his desk chair before settling in his lap, his legs snug between Erwin’s thighs and the arms of the chair. Erwin’s thighs provided a wonderful seat: they were big and strong, the muscle providing the perfect padding for Levi to sit back and still reach the blond’s flabbergasted face. His hand gripped Erwin’s tie and brought him closer, the tips of their noses kissing.

“Does this answer your question?” he murmured, and Erwin quickly nodded, looking like an obedient puppy in the hands of his equal.

His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze dropped to Levi’s lips. “When will the lesson begin?”

Oh, you fucker, Levi thought before diving in and massacring the lips he’d been dreaming about for far too many years. He never in a million years expected Erwin to accept his advances, and yet, unbelievably, it was happening now, in front of him, and not all in his head. He didn’t have time to process the fact that he was kissing his best friend, and that his best friend was reciprocating (with tongue). He had accepted that this was a dream, and he’d treat it that way until it was confirmed that it was real life—presumably after they’d both finished their “lesson”.

Erwin was an extremely good kisser. Whoever he’d shared his first kiss with evidently taught him well, or he was experienced in that department, or he was a fast learner. Or all three. Whatever it was, all he knew was that just a kiss was getting him hot and heavy. He sighed into the kiss when he felt Erwin’s hands on his back and hip, big enough to span from one shoulder blade to the other and for his palm to cover Levi’s entire hipbone. Unwittingly, Levi bucked his hips in Erwin’s palm, trying to get closer to his burning hot touch, only to elicit a delicious groan from the other.

“Fuck.” Erwin bit down on Levi’s bottom lip, his hand gripping onto the back of Levi’s shirt as if he were hanging on for life.

Levi was on fire. The kiss was like a drug. It was nothing like the drugs peddled in the Underground; no, it was far stronger. It was deadly because he would rather sacrifice his lungs than come up for air.

“Levi,” Erwin all but growled, causing Levi to grind his hips down in reply. All that did for the commander was make his eyes roll back and call out another “Levi,” except this time, his voice was soaked in need.

“Oh, what you do to me, Erwin,” Levi whispered. He ground his hips down again, making Erwin see stars. The fronts of their pants were equally and painfully hard at this point, and if it weren’t for their pesky clothing getting in the way, Erwin would’ve finished a long time ago. Levi relished in the feeling of Erwin’s hardness pressed against his inner thigh, making sure to give it ample attention whenever he moved his hips because it gave him the perfect reaction from Erwin: a drawn-out moan that left Levi lightheaded.

Levi wasted no time in tossing Erwin’s tie aside and ripping open his shirt, the buttons popping off and clattering on the floor. The clattering did nothing to distract him from Erwin’s muscular chest, however. He’d seen Erwin shirtless before, of course. Living in such close quarters, they’d oftentimes had to change in the same room. Levi began to wonder if Erwin looked at him the same way he had admired the blond; his broad chest, imposing upon the other males in the room as if to say “I know I’m stronger than you, and you do, too,” his bedhead locks hanging limply in front of his coarse eyebrows when they’d been woken up far too early, the gray sweatpants they wore during training that might as well have been lingerie. They left little to the imagination, and Levi was about to find out if the bulge he’d have to pry his eyes away from every day lived up to its potential.

Erwin slipped his hands up Levi’s shirt hesitantly at first, but when Levi leaned into the touch with another whirl of the hips, his tender touches turned ravenous. Levi’s shirt was also not spared from their hungry love affair, joining Erwin’s torn shirt on the floor. Erwin’s lips detached from Levi’s and reattached to his neck, suckling on the soft skin until Levi was forced to dig his fingernails into the blond’s shoulders to not alert the guards mulling around outside. It was dark out; all the cadets were asleep—however, he didn’t want to risk anything.

“This is very un-virgin-like of you,” Levi murmured before a groan overtook his voice, his spine curving so their chests were pressed against each other. “You’re—mmm—good…”

Erwin chuckled a reply, his hands roaming Levi’s chest until his thumbs got stuck on his nipples, which were hard and tantalizingly pink. All Erwin saw was candy.

“Do you like being touched here?” Without wasting a breath, Erwin kissed a trail down Levi’s chest to place a gentle kiss on the nub.

“Yes,” Levi breathed, tossing his head back as his arms moved to hug Erwin’s head to his chest. “Erwin, this is so—h-hey!”

Erwin’s teeth snagged on his nipple, and the blond looked up with a smirk of mischief.

“Apologies. My mistake.”

Levi scoffed. “Bullshi—a-ah!”

Levi wasn’t a small man—frame-wise. He was muscular and broad and sturdy; however, Erwin’s hands made him feel like a delicate plaything, they were so big. He was starting to feel his dominance wane, especially with the way Erwin made him moan like a bitch in heat. He was always in control whenever he had sex, and the only way to do that…was to make Erwin the bitch in heat.

“Have you ever gotten a blowjob, Erwin?” he whispered, placing butterfly kisses on Erwin’s head as the blond busied his lips with Levi’s nipples and chest. However, those lips stilled at that question.

“I…I have,” he replied reluctantly, raising his head to meet the other’s eyes.

Levi was a little disappointed because if Erwin already knew how a blowjob felt, that meant he’d have to out-blow the first person. Not that that would be a challenge, but still.

“So you’re not entirely a virgin,” he mused, drawing swirls in Erwin’s gelled back hair. If his hair wasn’t sweat-soaked and messy in his eyes by the time they’d finished, Levi would consider it a job badly done.

“I-I suppose not?” Erwin stuttered, confusion evident in his tone. “Why, what are you—”

Levi was already on his knees before he finished his question, ready to answer it. He quickly undid Erwin’s belt, licking his lips at the bulge he had very clearly felt against his leg a few moments ago.

Erwin immediately began to panic, his arms flying out to try and stop the other. “Levi! Y-you don’t have to—”

Levi was quick to interrupt. “I want to,” he replied. He was practically drooling, the clinking of the belt and the zipper unzipping music to his ears. It was pornographic just how much Erwin’s cock was straining against his drawers—the poor fabric was hanging onto his hips by a thread. It only took a short wave of his hand against the fabric crotch for Erwin’s hardness to emerge, leaving Levi breathless and confused.

How the hell am I going to fit this inside me?

“Don’t look at it like that,” Erwin said with a frown, breaking Levi out of his thoughts.

“No, Erwin,” Levi cooed reassuringly, brushing his fingertips against the vein encircling his shaft. “I’m just admiring it.”

Erwin didn’t seem convinced until he felt Levi’s fingers against them—then, all insecurities vanished. His whole body stiffened, his fingers digging into the leather arms of the chair.

Levi smirked at the whitening knuckles in front of him, his eyes drifting up to meet Erwin’s heated gaze. “Christ, if that’s how you react to a touch like that, I wonder how you’ll react to this…” With that, he gripped Erwin’s cock firmly and gave it an experimental stroke.

“A-ah!” The reaction was better than what Levi could ever imagine. Erwin’s body was pulsing, his eyelids dropping with lewdness and his gruff chest voice coming out in spurts. “Fuck…”

“Hm,” Levi hummed, leaning over to give the head a chaste kiss.

“L-Levi!” Erwin gasped. “Stop playing with me!”

“Oh, but it’s so fun,” Levi replied, his never-ending smirk on display on his lips. It only disappeared once he took the head into his mouth, letting the saliva he accumulated in his mouth drip down the shaft and gather around his hand that grasped the base. He gave it another pump as he sucked happily, lubricating it both to provide less friction for Erwin and for himself when he’d eventually have to put it inside himself. It was hot in his hand and heavy against his tongue, and all he was thinking was how it’d feel slapped against his cheek. But of course, he didn’t expect a virgin to do that for him.

“Mm—mm! Levi, ple-ease…” Erwin begged, his body racked with overstimulation.

“Pleath whath?” Levi asked, his voice muffled from the cock in his mouth. But Erwin’s answer was interrupted by another bout of moans that dribbled out of his mouth once Levi returned to dutifully sucking, taking more of the shaft into his mouth. He continued to descend, the corners of his mouth burning by how wide his mouth was stretching to accommodate Erwin’s size, not to mention how he was on the verge of gagging with how deep the blond’s cock was rubbing in his throat. And he was only halfway down.

This is going to be difficult, Levi thought, but he couldn’t focus on thinking when Erwin was making such a huge racket above him.

He pulled up enough to speak, saying, “If this is how you react to the beginning of a blowjob, then the one you got before must’ve been horrible,” before diving back down to his previous spot. He heard Erwin begin a retort, but he stuck out his tongue and stroked the vein in the corner of his mouth as a dirty trick, effectively shutting Erwin up with his own groans.

Even though he was focused on going as deep as possible, he couldn’t help but look up and try to make eye contact with Erwin, who was watching him with such a hungry expression, Levi couldn’t help but reach down into his pants to try and relieve some of the pain in his crotch as well.

However, after a few more strokes and gulps of Erwin’s shaft, he could barely prepare himself for the pressure at the back of his head or the gag that came from the back of his throat.

GACK!

“E-Er–“ was all Levi could say around the thick shaft in his mouth before Erwin’s heavy hand pushed him further down, burying himself deeper in the dark-haired man’s throat.

“Fuck, Levi!” Erwin groaned, his head tossed back in ecstasy. “It feels so…fuck! I’m so close…”

Erwin’s last curse came out as a growl, lighting Levi’s cheeks and groin on fire. However, his throat was also on fire, but for an entirely different reason. He liked control, but he couldn’t deny that being manhandled this way, feeling the sting in his hair where Erwin gripped it, made his body electrified. And he also couldn’t deny that the feeling of a cock lodged in his throat, as much as it was sexy, was also extremely uncomfortable.

“Er—!” he began, his voice muffled before being interrupted by another gag. His taps against Erwin’s leg quickly turned to slaps just as Erwin’s pushes brought him down to the base, his nose nuzzled into his golden happy trail.

“Oh, Levi!” Erwin exclaimed, suddenly broken out of his pleasure-fueled fugue state. He released Levi’s hair and the pressure on his head, leaving Levi to immediately lift off his cock with a lewd pop. He was left coughing while Erwin spluttered out apologies, his hands up in the air before one of them found a place on the top of Levi’s head. However, this time, there was no pressure. He pet the soft hair underneath his fingertips apologetically as Levi caught his bearings.

“I’m so sorry, Levi,” Erwin finally said after a myriad of unfinished sentences and stutters. “I-I got too into it. That’s never happened before…I—“

“No,” Levi finally said, his voice now hoarse. He wiped at the corner of his mouth, his hand streaked with saliva and precome. He took a moment to clear his throat before quietly adding, “I…I liked it.”

Both men could barely meet each other’s eyes, their faces as red as the candle flame dancing about on the desk.

Erwin was the first who dared to speak. “Uh, well, I—“

But Levi was quick to interrupt. “If that’s all it takes to get you to come, then we better move on.” He stood up, his hands dropping to his own belt as he held Erwin’s curious gaze. He dropped his trousers, leaving himself in just his drawers. “We wouldn’t want you to finish before we even got started.”

Erwin cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowing together as he took in Levi’s body. His curious gaze morphed into something darker, his clear eyes turning stormy as they dropped to Levi’s crotch. “Y-yes, we wouldn’t want that.”

Erwin’s hungry gaze sent shivers down Levi’s spine. He had wanted this for so long: to be admired, to be sexualized by Erwin. He wanted to be wanted, and that was exactly how it was going. Erwin was physically restraining himself from reaching forward and pulling Levi to him; it was obvious from how tightly he was gripping the chair. It was perfect.

He carefully climbed back onto Erwin’s lap, sighing at the feeling of the blond replacing his hands to their rightful position on his hips once again. The position was the same as before, except now, Levi could feel Erwin’s leaking cock pressed against his asscheek, wetting his drawers.

“Nervous to finally lose your V card?” he asked with a smirk, reaching behind him to give Erwin’s cock a playful tug, earning a delicious grunt from the other.

“Should I be?” Erwin replied, cocking his head as he gazed up at his friend with lowered eyelids and heavy pants. His chest was rising and falling erratically the more Levi fondled him.

“No,” Levi cooed, reaching up to push down his drawers. He leaned forward and kissed Erwin’s cheek, delighting in the whimper that escaped those thin lips. “I’ll take care of everything.”

He lifted a hand to his lips, sticking two fingers inside his mouth and wetting them dutifully with his tongue. If he wanted to walk the next day and not bleed, he’d have to stretch himself very attentively.

“What are you doing?” Erwin asked. He was watching Levi’s every move with heated glances.

Levi chuckled between the fingers in his mouth, pulling them out and reaching behind himself. “Sex between men requires some stretching and lubrication,” he said as he slowly pushed a finger inside himself, letting out a low hiss. “When you have sex with the woman of your dreams, you probably won’t have to endure this. Women make their own lubrication, and if she’s not a virgin, she’s probably loose enough. Just give me a second.”

Even though he knew he shouldn’t rush the process, he didn’t want Erwin to think he was a boring lay, so he inserted a second finger, feeling a slight sting. Even though he only wanted to fuck Erwin in that moment, he at least wanted it to make it enjoyable and sweet for the man who was losing his virginity. He was sharing an important moment with his best friend, and even though sex between men wasn’t really counted as real sex, he might as well educate Erwin on real sex. So that was what he decided to do.

“You’re not exactly small, Erwin,” he continued, using his other hand to stroke Erwin as he fingered himself. It’d been a while since he last had sex. Perhaps a couple of years. Ever since he met and bonded with Erwin, he hadn’t had eyes on anybody else and wouldn’t let anybody touch him. In a way, he’d been saving himself for Erwin.

“You have to be patient with your lady,” he instructed, flinching each time he pumped his fingers in and out. He was loosening up, just not at the desired pace. “She might not handle it well.”

“Levi,” Erwin rasped, breaking Levi out of his teaching persona. “I want to do it.”

“Uh—” This was the last thing Levi expected, especially out of Erwin. “What?”

Erwin snaked a hand down Levi’s hip down to cup his cheek, his hand dangerously close to his entrance. His fingers inched up to stroke Levi’s wrist, which had since stilled from shock. He craned his neck up, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked at his friend.

“I want to prepare you,” he repeated. “Shouldn’t I learn how to do this?”

Levi hesitated. “Er, well, you probably won’t have to do this with women—”

“Levi,” Erwin interrupted, his eyes closing with annoyance, “for fuck’s sake, shut up about women. Let me help you.”

Levi’s ears went bright pink at that, and he had no choice but to let his fingers slip out and let his hand hang limply by his side. Erwin hardly ever cursed. It’d have to be a life or death situation for him to curse. And yet…

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Erwin warned, lifting his hand to his mouth and wetting two fingers like he watched Levi do. He dropped his hand to Levi’s entrance once his fingers were sufficiently coated, pushing in his fingertip as he held his breath.

“You’re not,” Levi said after sucking in a sharp breath. Erwin’s fingers were much bigger than his own—he knew this very well after dreaming about them for years. They felt even bigger than in his dreams. “Keep going.”

Erwin pushed in until he reached his knuckle and slowly pulled out, using Levi’s sighs and breaths as a guide as to whether he was doing well or not. He decided to risk it and push in a second finger before the saliva coating it dried up, earning a squeal from Levi.

“Are you okay?” Erwin asked hurriedly, but all Levi responded with was throwing his arms around his shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“Erwin…” Levi’s voice was shaky. Erwin had never heard him like this. Levi always had a monotone voice, one that was reassured and calm. Even when he yelled, it was controlled. He was always in control. Well, it was only fair. This experience was a first for him, and it was a first for Levi to not be in control.

“Should I continue?” Erwin asked again.

Levi let out a shuddering breath. “I-inside every man’s ass, there’s a spot. And when you touch that spot, it makes you see stars. A-and…” He shifted his hips backward, causing Erwin’s fingers to brush up against a walnut-shaped mound raised from Levi’s walls. Yet again, Levi let out a cry, his fingers digging into Erwin’s back and leaving behind crescent-shaped tattoos.

“So, it’s here?” he asked, pressing into that spot again as if it was nothing, but it was everything to Levi. His mind was foggy, and his head was light. He was so confused; how did Erwin find his spot so quickly and how does he continue to find it so easily? Big fingers are good for that reason, but it seemed as if he knew intuitively where it was.

“Are y-you sure you’re a…a virgin?” he asked, moving his hips to match the pump of Erwin’s fingers. For a virgin, he was finding the spot over and over with impressive accuracy and stroking it with beautiful mastery.

Erwin chuckled and buried his nose in Levi’s dark mop of hair, taking in the smell of his hair mousse and salty sweat. “Yes, I’m very sure.”

After a few moments of continuous pumping, Levi instructed Erwin to scissor him open with another joke about him being well-endowed.

“I think you’re a virgin because women are too scared to handle your giant dick,” he said with a breathy laugh.

“Oh, I doubt that,” Erwin replied, giving Levi another scissor stretch. He fell silent in his thoughts for a moment before beginning, “You know, women aren’t my—”

“Okay, I think I’m ready,” Levi cut in, his hand gripping Erwin’s wrist. “I’m ready to put it in.”

“P-put—“ Erwin spluttered, his face matching Levi’s pink ears. “O-oh, right.”

It was almost as if he just remembered what was happening, that he was going to have sex. It was frustratingly endearing.

“We’ll go nice and easy,” Levi whispered, his tone no longer having its usual bite. He wasn’t that drunk on horniness—he knew how much of a big moment this was for Erwin.

“Okay,” Erwin replied quietly. He sucked air through his clenched teeth when Levi gripped his cock against, standing it up as he hovered above it. “You can stop whenever you want.”

“I know that,” Levi replied hurriedly. It almost felt as if he was losing his virginity, not Erwin. He let out a long breath before lowering his hips, but his chest seized once his entrance made contact with the head of Erwin’s cock, the sheer size of it making his body shut down.

“A-ah,” was the small whine that escaped Erwin’s lips. It invigorated Levi—he had control. It was all he needed to lower his hips further, letting out a groan with each inch that entered him.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunted, his legs trembling the more he lowered himself. However, as strong as his thighs were, they were no match for Erwin’s size, and they gave out, causing a smack to echo off the walls from Levi’s legs giving out and landing him in Erwin’s lap yet again, except this time with his full size inside him.

“Ngh-!” It was like ripping off a bandage—it was better to get it over with all in one swoop, but damn, did it hurt. It was confirmed: Levi would be walking funny the next day for sure. But it couldn’t have felt any better. He was finally joined with Erwin. And he couldn’t wait to fuck him into oblivion.

However, Erwin was suspiciously quiet. Levi tried to lift his head from being buried in Erwin’s gelled hair, but Erwin’s stiff hold on him prevented him from checking in on the blond or even seeing his face since it was pressed against Levi’s chest.

And then came the warmth flooding inside him. It was strange—did Erwin grow a few inches in the few seconds he was inside? But it felt like liquid… which sent Levi into a panic. Was he bleeding that badly? Was he hemorrhaging? If he died because of internal bleeding from a giant cock instead of going down in glory from a Titan, he’d have some hands to throw with God.

However, he quickly pieced together what was happening when he felt Erwin’s entire body shivering and a guttural groan escape from the back of his throat, reverberating throughout Levi’s entire body.

Erwin came.

“Erwin?” he whispered. He bit his lip apprehensively, unsure of how to approach the sensitive issue. Usually, he enjoyed a good creampie. But he needed to have his mind fucked out before he got to the point where he could tolerate the slimy mess inside him, and he was hardly there. Now, he was just uncomfortable, even if it was Erwin’s, the love of his life’s slimy mess.

Erwin wasn’t talking. He was a statue.

Levi took his perpetual silence and interpreted it as shame. He rubbed Erwin’s shoulder reassuringly and kissed the top of his head, making sure to keep his hips still to not overstimulate the poor man.

“It’s alright, Erwin. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of men do this, especially during their first time. It’s completely nor…” Levi trailed off when he realized something dire: Erwin wasn’t getting softer. He was preparing himself to lift off Erwin’s lap and have that difficult conversation, but how the hell was he supposed to get up with that thing still lodged inside him?

Erwin wasn’t just not getting softer; he was getting harder. Enough to stretch Levi open even more, causing the man to hiss both in pain and in confusion. What the hell is going on?

Before Levi could realize what was happening, he was being lifted into the air and subsequently flipped over, his face pressed into the cold hardwood desk. His legs flailed about before finding their place on the floor, his arms pinned behind him in Erwin’s strong grasp.

“Erwin—?!”

“Sorry, Levi, but I’m not done.” Erwin’s voice was gravelly, and Levi couldn’t see his face to match the voice to the expression he was making. “Mind if I come in you again?”

“W-wait—!” However, a powerful thrust cut him off, replacing his objection with a shout mixed with a lewd moan. His chin and knees thumped against the desk, and his softening erection was at full mast yet again. “Erwin, wait!”

Erwin was about to pull out again—he had become a machine—but stopped upon hearing Levi’s pleas. “Are you alright? Does it hurt?”

How dare you fucking ask that when I’m leaking like a hose over here? Levi thought angrily. He shook his head to the best of his ability and clarified, “N-no, just…what happened?”

“Oh.” Erwin chuckled bashfully, and when Levi turned his head, he could see the blond rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

The damn brute, acting all shy.

“Well, that was embarrassing. You caught me off guard. But I recovered. So, shall we continue?”

He pulled out an imperceptible amount before pushing back in, giving Levi a mouth-watering taste of what was to come.

“Erwin,” Levi breathed, his cheek heating up the wood underneath it as he tried to meet Erwin’s eyes. “Fuck me until I can’t stand.”

Levi liked to be in control. But something that he’d learned very quickly from Erwin (who knew he’d be learning something from the virgin?) was that sometimes…it was nice to give up control. He had been in control his entire life, especially now as a captain. Maybe he could let somebody take the reins for a while.

The small smile that crossed Erwin’s lips sent chills down his spine. “Duly noted.”

The subsequent thrust that followed made Levi’s knees buckle, but Erwin’s hold on his wrists pinned to his back held him in place long enough for Levi to barely recover in time for another back-breaking thrust.

“E-Erwin!” he cried, his skin prickling with each smack and squelch that hit his ears. “Erwin, fuck, it feels—ngh, s-so—"

Both his legs and voice were trembling, his legs close to collapsing at the feeling of Erwin’s size stuffed inside him and pushing out his semen with his thrust. The previous semen provided the perfect lube, and it only added to the lascivious sounds filling the room. Erwin’s groans and grunts were short but dominant, each one causing Levi’s body to seize up and his hole to tighten, which then caused Erwin to groan more. It was a vicious cycle, one that brought each man eye-rolling waves of pleasure.

“You’re so tight, L-Levi,” Erwin murmured, leaning over Levi’s body to lick the shell of his ear. He gave another rough thrust, relishing in Levi’s unhinged reaction. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

Levi was about to reply with a sarcastic remark, but Erwin never gave him the time as he ramped up his pace and continued to give his ear—one of his erogenous zones—special attention. Erwin let go of Levi’s wrists, to which the captain responded by spreading his arms out and digging his nails into the wood. However, Erwin didn’t leave Levi’s hands unattended for long. In between hard thrusts, he slipped a hand over Levi’s, interlacing their fingers from the back and running his thumb over his knuckles. He kept his other hand staunchly on Levi’s hip, leaving angry red marks for Levi to enjoy afterward.

“You’re going to have to buy me a new desk,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the slapping and wet sounds behind them. “You’re leaving scratch marks. That’s pretty…ugh…s-suspicious.”

“Erwin!” Levi begged, both out of frustration and pleasure. He wanted Erwin to stop teasing him, but at the same time, that was the main thing that was sending him over the edge—other than the punishing thrusting pace, of course. “Fuck me, f-fuck me, f…fuck…mmm—! Harder!”

“As you wish,” Erwin replied. He complied beautifully to Levi’s request, each thrust leaving a fresh set of raised red circles on Levi’s ass. “A-ah, Levi…it’s getting quite hard to move…”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Levi demanded. Yet again, Erwin complied, leaning back over and meeting Levi’s cherry red and bitten-up lips with a sloppy kiss that only added to the wet sounds in the room. “Mmph!”

“Levi,” Erwin growled hoarsely in between kisses, causing Levi’s toes to curl in his boots. “Levi…are you cl…mmm…close? Can I...c-can I come inside?"

Levi nodded quickly, which only added to his disorientedness. He couldn't tell down from up—that was Erwin's effect on him. "I-inside...plea...please!"

They were breathing into each other’s mouths at this point, too afraid to separate lips and lose that connection between them. Levi nodded, his hand drifting down the desk.

“My…my cock…” Levi mumbled before a moan overtook him, his hand stopping in its movements as his body went stiff again.

Erwin understood right away. He acted quickly, wanting Levi to come at least once before he finished again. He moved the hand on Levi’s hip down, down until his fingers brushed against Levi’s leaking cock. Within a second, he had it in his grip, giving it a tight pump and utilizing the precome as lube.

Levi’s reaction was immediate, his voice coming out as a shrill squeak and his body ransacked by tremors. He could barely see anything between his sweaty hair clumping in front of his eyes and the way his head was being tossed about with each brutal thrust. All he knew was that he needed one more thing, and he was done.

“Levi,” Erwin whispered again, planting a kiss on the corner of Levi’s lips. “I like you. I like you so much. I’ve liked you for so long…”

That was all Levi needed. With all his erogenous zones activated, plus the romantic confession from Erwin, it was the perfect concoction that brewed up a warm, familiar feeling in the depths of his stomach. It only took the combination of a pump of Erwin’s hand and a thrust from his brilliant cock to send him over the edge.

“Er-Er—” His voice cut out just as his vision was overtaken by blinding stars, his come splashing against the inside of the desk and leaving it covered in the evidence of his and Erwin’s romantic encounter. His entire body seized, and every time he felt the fluid movement of Erwin’s abs moving against his sweat-slicked back, it overstimulated him to the point that all that came out of his mouth were pathetic whimpers. With the next movement, he used all the strength in his neck to move his head over to their conjoined hands and bit down on Erwin’s knuckles to silence himself.

It only took two more thrusts for Erwin to finish. He had been holding back ever since they first started back up again, but he needed Levi to enjoy this as much as he was. And his captain very clearly did. His captain.

His orgasm was quieter than Levi’s, but it wasn’t any less dramatic or took any less of a toll on his body. His hips stuttered forward, his chest erratically falling and rising to compensate for the lack of breath in his lungs. He grunted into the nape of Levi’s neck as he buried himself deep inside, spilling his second seed of the night inside his captain. His captain.

Levi was very much in that fucked-out-of-his-mind state of being because he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being filled to the brim with that sticky substance a second time. It was the perfect feeling to close out the night, followed by the worst feeling of the night: Erwin pulling out. He let out a pathetic whine, and he wasn't even ashamed—he loved Erwin's cock that much. He felt so empty, and he had to deal with the sensation of Erwin’s hot come spill out and wind down his leg. He’d have to take a bath right after this. But his legs could barely stand, and he could hardly hold onto the desk; all his limbs had turned into jelly.

Luckily, Erwin caught him by wrapping his arm around Levi’s stomach before he could collapse, seating him in his lap. Since when had Erwin sat back down in the chair? Levi didn’t know—all he knew was he had been thoroughly and totally fucked from the fact that he had no sense of linear time. All he knew was that he was still madly in love with Erwin, and he had fallen deeper in love…if that was even possible.

“Hey,” Erwin finally spoke up after a few uninterrupted minutes of them breathing heavily. “You’re the right person I was talking about earlier, Levi. You’re the person I’ve been saving myself for.”

Levi was so lightheaded, he felt as if his head could up and float away at any moment. But the second he heard Erwin say that, heard his meatheaded commander confess his love for the second time, he was all-too grounded.

“I…I think I figured that out pretty quickly, Erwin,” Levi replied softly, still catching his breath. He slipped his hands over the blond’s that were sitting over his stomach, and he leaned his head back to rest against Erwin’s shoulder. He looked up to see those blue eyes he’d wanted to focus only on him for so long, and he earned it. Now, those blue eyes never left him. “No normal man would’ve accepted my proposal without being a little attracted to men.”

“Well, then, I’m glad I’m not normal,” Erwin replied, hugging Levi closer to him. “I’m glad you taught me to love you, Levi.”

How could Levi not feel all warm and mushy at that? As much of the stern man he was, he wasn’t heartless. In fact, Erwin reminded him just how big his heart could be at times, as if it was too big for his chest and would burst at any moment.

“Okay, but you seriously saved it all these years for me?” Levi asked, lifting up and turning slightly to be able to look Erwin in the face. “Ever since we first met? Why didn’t you make a move earlier?”

Erwin sighed deeply and shook his head. “I was honestly about to lose it before I met you. I had a girlfriend, and I was satisfied with the thought that I’d be living out the life people expected of me. Get a nice wife, have a couple of kids, and retire from the Regiment or die with the honor of leaving behind a nice family and being a strong man.” He looked up, his eyes never having shone so brilliantly before. “But then I met you, and I realized I needed to share such an intimate part of myself with somebody I truly cared about. And as for taking so long…”

He snickered and tapped Levi on his behind. “That’s your fault. I dropped so many hints…”

“You dropped so many hints?!” Levi interjected. “I was dropping hints every time we were alone together! Your nickname in my head is meathead because you never understood anything!”

“Er, I—” Erwin hesitated, his eyes dropping as he gathered his thoughts. “Now, wait a minute—”

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter,” Levi sighed, lifting a hand to Erwin’s cheek and stroking his famously sharp cheekbone tenderly. “It took too goddamn long, but we’re here. We…” He bit his lip before saying, “We made love.”

Erwin let out a bark of a laugh and threw his arms around Levi, pulling him in for a tight, bone-breaking hug. “And you said I was a softie!”

“Be quiet,” Levi demanded, pushing himself off Erwin’s lap and grabbing a tissue from his desk to clean himself up to the best of his ability before pulling his drawers and pants up. “By the way, how did you know where to touch me? It barely felt like I was having sex with a virgin.”

Erwin smirked. “I read pornography.”

Levi whipped around, his eyebrows halfway up his forehead. “Those pictures? There are ones with males?”

“Once you’re the commander, you can get a lot of things normal people can’t,” Erwin replied coolly.

Levi went silent, fumbling with his belt absentmindedly as he imagined Erwin masturbating to gay porn late at night. Dare he imagine that Erwin was thinking about him while masturbating, replacing the men’s faces with theirs? He was far too exhausted to get hard again, but damn it, could he still use his wonderful imagination. “Well, you won’t need that now that I’m here.”

Erwin chuckled and shrugged. “I suppose not.”

Levi finished fastening his belt, his cheeks heating up as he tried his best to ignore Erwin’s fond gaze on him.

“Stop staring at me and get back to work.”

“Oh, Levi, won’t you stay?” Erwin pleaded, reaching out to tug on Levi’s pants.

“With your come in my ass? I don’t think so,” he replied with a scoff. His first reaction was to smack Erwin’s hand away, but instead, he lifted it to his lips and gave his knuckles, which harbored a clean red bitemark from earlier, a soft kiss. “Besides, I only came in to drop off those documents and talk about them for a little bit. My side mission was to seduce you. I’ve been pretty successful today.”

Erwin grinned and nodded. “I have been thoroughly seduced.”

Levi was so in love. All he wanted to do now was get back in Erwin’s lap and kiss him until they both passed out. But he had to control himself. He just took the man’s virginity, they confessed both their feelings to each other, and he had to cope with the fact that he wouldn’t be able to walk straight the next day. He was exhausted.

He walked over to Erwin’s closet and pulled on one of his shirts since his had been ripped to shreds. It was far too big for him, which was both a blessing and a curse. He was far too tired to care about the curse—besides, it was late. He could run to his room without anybody seeing him, right?

“I’ll see you in the morning, Erwin,” Levi said after buttoning up the shirt.

“Can’t I seduce you to sleep in my bed tonight?” Erwin asked, standing up to fasten his belt and pad over to Levi. He towered over the captain, that pleading expression leaving Levi at a loss for any rejection words.

“I…” He’d never be able to say no to that face. “I won’t make it a habit. But since I took your virginity…” He tugged at Erwin’s belt, stumbling him forward enough so that his nose reached his downturned chin. “I can make an exception for tonight.”

Before Erwin could react, he added, “But I have to clean myself up. I’ll be back after my bath. You should probably take one, too.”

“Can’t we take one together?” Erwin asked in that pleading voice, but this time, Levi put his foot down.

“The entire Regiment probably heard us rutting about. Us going to the bath together is pushing it,” he said. When he saw the gloomy look that crossed Erwin’s puppy-dog face, he pulled the blond down by the back of the neck and smooched him hard enough to leave the other dazed. “I will see you in an hour. Goodnight.”

He shuffled out of the room before Erwin could object, closing the door and rushing down the hallway. He was smiling to himself, so excited that he made it out without being seen that he missed Moblit’s entire body in the middle of the hallway, bumping into him hard enough to get the other to grunt.

“Hey—oh, Levi!” Moblit exclaimed, quickly lowering his voice since it was late. “What are you doing out here at this hour?”

He stepped back, and it was comical how quickly his eyes dropped from Levi’s face to the oversized shirt he had on. It was less comical how they slowly drifted down the hallway to take in Erwin’s slightly ajar office door and how the lights were still on inside the room. Not to mention, Moblit certainly noticed how disheveled and sweaty Levi looked.

“What are you staring at?” Levi snapped, tugging the shirt tighter around his body as he shouldered past Moblit. “Get back to your post before I inform Commander Erwin about this.”

“So you’d go back to his office?” Moblit asked, hiding a snicker behind his hand. He barely saw the kick in the back of the knee coming, crippling him to the floor as Levi continued on his way.

“No more smart remarks from you, soldier,” Levi grumbled, slipping into his room and hiding behind the door. He walked to the bathroom and looked himself in the face: he was far too red. He knew he could trust Moblit to keep his secret—it didn’t make the encounter any less embarrassing.

Before long, he was bathed and clean. He made sure that the hallway was clear before sprinting down and slamming Erwin’s bedroom door closed behind him. He sighed, but before he could even turn around, Erwin’s hands were on him, around his waist, pinching his hips.

“You took too long.” Erwin had probably fallen asleep; his voice was gruff but melodic.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Levi whispered, turning around in his arms and taking in the refreshing cotton scent of his shirt.

“Mm.” They shuffled and practically fell onto the bed, Erwin out like a light before Levi could even adjust his position. He was convinced that they’d get up to some more funny business before falling asleep, but perhaps losing his virginity in addition to orgasming twice in one night was a little too much for the commander. It would have been too much for anyone.

Levi, fully believing Erwin was asleep, fit himself into his side. His head found a place on his muscled chest, the same one he had been envisioning himself laying on for far too long. And here he was, with that chest all to himself with no need to share it with anybody else. He draped an arm around Erwin’s waist and hugged him tighter.

“I like you, Erwin,” Levi whispered as he shut his eyes.

Erwin smiled to himself in the dark, his eyes fluttering open and casting down to take in Levi’s frame snuggled up against him. I like you, too, Levi, he thought. More than you could ever know.

[goddessofroyalty]

I got a question. How do you write heats… without making it explicit. I tend to do a lot of reblog chain stories with other tumblrs and Were doing a sorta found family ABO thing. The omega of the group has a heat approaching but I don’t want it to turn to smut and porn since it’s waaay too early for that so how do you write something like that without making it pornographic?

So I feel like the best way to answer this is how I would handle it (or at least things I would consider while writing it) because everyone has a different flavour of heats and omegaverse and all that.

So the thing I would probably focus on is the awkwardness and discomfort of heats (note I say discomfort and not pain). Like the body is leaking lube (effectively) and generally is just nearly-constantly horny and when not horny is tired (heats would be a massive drain on the body's resources). In the early parts of the heat as well there's probably some level of cramping as the body does start up that slick production. And that's kind of embarrassing to go through with people around. Like it's like a period but everyone knows you've got it (and by extension know that you are kind of horny constantly right now) whether you want them to or not.

Which I guess leads a bit into questions that are depending on characterisations involved. Is the omega the sort of person that tries to hide any of the ""grosser"" elements of it (eg if they are using pads to soak up the slick do they wrap them up, put them in the bin, and then empty it into the street-level-disposal every time? Will they not let anyone else clean their sheets during/after the heat?) or are they the sort to look a person who is annoying them dead in the eye and be like "I am currently literally leaking fucking lube and want to go ride the nob on my bed footer I DO NOT have time for your bullshit right now just wash the fucking sheets!"?

Similar, how comfortable are the others involved - do they do the thing where you politely pretend the grosser stuff isn't happening and instead focus fully on the 'safe' side of it - so like do they give the bathroom a wide berth when they can tell the omega is in their possible changing their pad even if it's taking a surprisingly long time or have they set up a little heat supplies display right next to the toilet for easier usage (go look up the menstruation crustacean station for an idea what I'm talking about). Do we all just not talk about the mysterious delivery that arrived two days the omega squirrelled away to their room immediately or are they sending them dildo recommendations the week before because 'this one has good reviews?'

On things that can be done in support of the omega no matter the level of comfort with the grosser side of heat the biggest one is obviously the nest. Possibly helping the omega build the nest or obtain supplies for them to build it themselves. But also just little considerate things - not inviting people over to the house because they don't want the omega to feel more awkward/possibly unsafe from the foreign scent; bringing the mail/paper in and flicking through (UNOPENED) to see if there's anything that needs the omega's attention or if it can be placed to the side to be dealt with after the heat; bringing them a heat pack in the early part if they do get cramps (and keeping it warm so they don't have to awkwardly stand by the microwave themselves); doing things like movie nights where the omega can bundle themselves up on a separate couch but still take part (or possibly cuddle up against someone again depending on the personalities involved).

I could keep going but hopefully that gives you a starting point - happy to answer more asks if there's something specific you want me to ramble more about.

[alexaplaysgames]

FELIX ESCELLUN NSFW ALPHABET

Hello my fellow simps! To motivate me with my smut works, and also to practice my headcanons, I’ve written an NSFW alphabet for my favourite subby bottom. Enjoy!

This is my first attempt at something like this so lemme know what y’all think :)

Edit: There’s a lot to balance here, so please let me know if you have any concerns. I try my best to give fair representation.

18+ under the cut MINORS DNI

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Felix’s love language is definitely acts of service, so I definitely think he would take to worrying and fretting over you after sex (depending on the kind of sex you’re having, see below). He would love to run his fingers through your hair and snuggle into you, to wipe you off and bring you tea. He would really panic and be unsure if he’s being helpful at all, but he would try his best, bless him.

It’s heavily canon that Felix is into bondage (receiving) so I’ll roll with that and say that you definitely need to take care of him if you’re getting into heavy BDSM (which, let's be honest, he would like). He wouldn’t necessarily ask to be taken care of, he’s too proud for that, but you gotta force him to sit still while you run ointment over any marks, tell him how much you love him, how good he was and how well-behaved. He would just stare at you all lovesick-like while you take care of him, absolutely baffled as to how he got so lucky as to have you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is difficult because the devs said Felix doesn’t really notice himself as being attractive, so I honestly don’t think he would dictate one aspect of himself as being his favourite. Really, I think he would love whatever it is about himself you love about him. He’ll start noticing it a bit more every day. For example, if you tell him you love his pretty eyes, he’ll stare at his reflection with wonder, trying to see himself how you see him.

As for Felix’s favourite part about you, I think he would really like your hands. Baby is 100% touch-starved being as I’m certain he’s only ever been with Rime (at least, seriously) and since he died Felix would’ve been alone for years. Plus, we been knew Escell did not give him affection of a child. That’s why Felix loves your hands, because he loves how they touch him, how they look when they hold his, the feeling of them in his hair. He likes to trace shapes into your palms, compare the sizes and shapes of your hands, etc. He’s weird like that.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Has no problem with swallowing your cum. He kinda does it self-consciously, not really noticing how hot he looks when he licks his lips. He just loves everything about you, why would this be any different? Doesn’t find it gross, no sir, he has much grosser things in the jars in his bedroom and probably ate something much nastier just the other day. Flat out- he’s unintentionally a freak. Very well trained gag reflex and does not hesitate to swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think Felix’s dirty (not-so-secret) is that if he has a crush, he’ll write smut about them. That, or he’ll imagine them with him in his dirty fantasies, insert them into his romance novels. He’s definitely got journals upon journals of fanfiction about himself and his SO in which some really raunchy acts take place, and his face is brighter than a strawberry as he reads and writes them. If you find out, do not bring it up unless you want to end up with a malfunctioning boyfriend. He would actually die. If you want to mention it, you’d have to go about it very carefully.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Like I said, I do not think Felix has been with anyone else other than Rime. I can’t see him having a one-night stand after Rime died, and we know Felix was interested in Rime since pretty early on in his life.

I think in terms of their sex life, Felix would’ve been forced to catch up with Rime pretty quickly. I can see the Rime as being much more experienced, given his age and popularity, and Felix would’ve bent over backwards to make Rime happy, so he definitely learned a lot there. When Rime said he taught Felix everything he knows, he meant in more ways than one...

That being said, Felix would know a lot about sex either way. He’s been reading smut for ages and definitely knows what he likes, what he wants, etc. He just needs someone to apply it to.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Damn, we’re getting into it. I think Felix would maybe prefer to bottom, but he could very easily top if required. Topping really feeds into his need to please so… Being that he likes the element of surprise, him bottoming usually goes with that, but I don’t think he’s picky. As long as you dom him because he’d break otherwise.

Depending on what ya got, I think that Felix would like to be held up and fucked against a wall or sitting on a table/desk because it would make him feel tall. Or pinned with his wrists against the mattress and ridden. Alternatively, maybe a lotus-type position, because you get to be close. He would want to look into your eyes, because even though he’s a kinky bastard, sex means a lot to him. I mean he’s only ever been with a few people, if more than one.

Other than that, I think he would like a classic missionary/cowgirl well enough, because you can hold down his hands, or doggy-style, because you can tie his hands behind his back. He likes to be tied up, okay? It's no surprise.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Felix isn’t necessarily goofy, that’s not a good word for it, but he does like to make snide comments and smirks. He might make stupid puns if he’s nervous, but he more so like to snark and be sarcastic. Plus, if he’s in a bratty bottom mood, that will really come out. You won’t get him to stop smirking at you and making quips until you make him moan so much he can’t speak.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I’m going to be honest, this is the one question I am afraid to answer. Let’s just say Felix is definitely obsessively neat and clean, but I don’t think he’d really care about his SO either way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Definitely wants to be intimate. Especially at the beginning, when he’s unsure of your feelings from him. Even if you’re going for rough sex he wants you to hold him afterwards, and he doesn’t really like when he can’t look into your eyes. Would not appreciate it if he couldn’t touch you or be touched by you for a long time. Even if he’s tied up, he doesn’t like to feel separated from you.

Like I said, sex means a lot to Felix because I doubt he’s done it with many people. Even though he’d never admit it, just the fact that you’ve gotten so close to him means he trusts you so, so much. He doesn’t let many people touch him, let alone like this.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Listen up, he is one horny bastard and he spent a long time with no one to fulfill his desires. He’s got toys, he’s got books, he knows what he likes and what gets him off, though that is very much a clandestine topic for him until you get him to open up some. In other words, yes, he did ‘jack off’ regularly in the past, but he would be less inclined to do so once he’s with you. However, if you tell him to touch himself for you he might explode. No one has ever found him attractive enough to ask for it, and though he would be so flustered and you’d need to coax him, it would do wonders for making him feel sexier.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Felix. Is. Kinky. I can’t say it enough. He would be worried about overwhelming you at the beginning, or having you think he’s bizarre, so it would take a while for it to come out, but once it does...

He likes to be tied up. Both hands and feet. Likes it when you can touch him how you want but he can’t move at all. Thinks it’s hot when you overstimulate him, count how many times you can make him come until he sobs and squirms. Then tell him he did good for you. So slight praise kink, but not excessively, or he finds it less meaningful.

Likes to have his face fucked. Either to be smothered by your thighs or choked by your cock he doesn’t care, hold him down until he can’t breathe but make sure he does breathe because he might forget. He’s enraptured by you.

Other than that, loves when you call him baby or a good boy. Loves when you make him recite the fantasies from his books while you act them out on him. Also loves to be marked- he’ll trace your markings with his fingers for days and smile, and after a while, he loves to mark you as well.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he associates with being pristine or classy. If you fuck him anywhere that’s meant for nobility, such as an office or a fancy dining room or the like, it will get him off so, so quickly. He loves the idea of defiling a space meant to be decorous. It suits his love of going against what people tell him to do. Also it’s just really hot.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He likes words, and he really likes dirty talk. Loves you whispering in his ear, telling him what you want to do to him. It will make him gasp and flush and fidget but he absolutely adores it still. Even doing something as simple as pinning his leg when he starts to bounce it when he’s anxious will send so many dirty thoughts through his mind, you don’t even know. Also makes him super turned on if you read his smut books to him, or vice versa.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’d have a hard time telling you straight up what things are out of bounds for him, so you’ve gotta be strict. He’s used to keeping a lot of his thoughts bottled up inside.

He would not, not ever, hurt you. Ever. He watched Rime die, before, and it’s still so fresh, so traumatic that even hurting you a little makes him feel grossly sick. He would also not want you to be derogatory towards him either. He’s been put down way too much to ever get anything from you being intentionally mean to him. Try that, it will just make him cry.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Definitely likes giving head. Loves it, even. I can see Rime as having had an oral fixation, so Felix is more confident with it as it’s something he’s used to and can do well. It makes him super happy to please you and he’s going to be thinking all day about how you looked when you came across his tongue. And what a talented tongue it is. He would like to eat his SO out while they sit down on a chair I think, and would do best to suck them off if they were standing.

I think he would be alright with receiving oral, but the more I think about it the more I think it’s probably not his favourite thing. I think he gave Rime head much more than vice versa (just due to him wanting to please Rime) so he’s less used to it, and is a little self-conscious about it. But he would still enjoy it; he likes the feeling of you holding his hips down while your mouth works on him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he’d prefer to go faster and rougher for the most part. Like I said, very much prefers to sub, and no matter what position he’d very much enjoy if you fuck him very hard and fast, bend him over or push him onto his back, pull his hair, all that jazz. If he’s in a bratty mood, he’ll tell you to go faster, ask if that’s the best you can do, etc. while wearing a smirk on his face.

Still, I think he’d like to go slower sometimes! Especially if he’s feeling insecure, it helps him feel connected to you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

I don’t think Felix would like quickies because he wants to be close with you. How I see him with Rime, he’s used to being used and tossed aside already, and he doesn’t like the feeling of just fucking you and being done with it. He wants to relish in it, dramatic theatre boy that he is. He’s not interested in being anyone else’s quick fuck anymore, and while the two aren’t necessarily synonymous, he can’t help that that’s how he feels. He’d much rather wait it out, anticipating your hands on him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

His relationship with Rime was pretty risky, and Felix isn’t necessarily one to follow the rules, so I do think he’d be perfectly fine with sex in public. Yeah, he’s worried about propriety, but that’s what makes it all the more addicting; the stakes are even higher if you get caught. He would act like he dislikes it, but you both know he really, really doesn’t.

As for experimenting, I don’t think there would be much Felix isn’t willing to try. He’s very eager to explore all the things in his books, but he knows enough to know what he doesn’t like. And he trusts you, truly, so as long as you’re taking care of him he’d feel much less worried.

He’d be much more timid when it comes to experimenting on you. You’ll have to tell him it’s okay, because he’s worried about freaking you out. He’s not sure how he ended up with you in the first place and doesn’t want to ruin it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Felix isn’t someone who is accustomed to physical exertion, so while I do think he likes to have sex often enough, he doesn’t do it for a super long time. He gets worn out pretty fast, and he’s so touch-starved it’s not difficult to make him come again and again and again until he’s basically going to pass out, and do it in a relatively short period of time. Oops.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Like I said, this boy has so many toys. I mean, assuming they’re a thing in Last Legacy and I’m gonna just say yes. Vibrators, dildos, ropes and blindfolds, you name it. Although I don’t think he’d love the blindfolds for himself. He’ll hide them until you ask, though. It’s not like that kind of thing is normalized among nobles.

He likes when you hold him back against your chest with a vibrator between his legs until he cries. Also likes to kneel before you and watch your reactions when he shows his toys to you or used them on/with you, it would make him feel very validated to see you indulge his interests.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Felix does like to tease, but more so by running his mouth. Will raise an eyebrow at you with his eyes alight and dare you to fuck him. Can be a very, very bratty sub if he’s in the right mood.

I don’t think he has the will or the dominance to physically tease you too much. Maybe a little bit. But he likes doing what you want and pleasing you too much for that, what can I say.

And of course he likes to be teased, more so flirting with him than physically. He does enjoy fleeting touches, but if you hesitate to touch him for too long it makes him worried. But he does like when you whisper in his ear until he turns scarlet.

If he’s more comfortable with you, he can also get very smug when he sees how you react to him. You would not be able to get him to shut up about it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

At first, I don’t think he’s too loud at all. More so quiet whining and whimpering and panting and trying to stifle his noises. Between his probably secret, scandalous relationship with Rime and the fact that he’s nobility, he’s spent a lot of time keeping things quiet. He’s not really used to being loud, and Felix isn’t someone who easily changes. He’ll bite the pillows to stifle his moans.

You’ll have to encourage (or just do things to force) him to be louder and tell him you love his noises. He’ll still bite his lip and blush, but over time it will work until he’s making those beautiful cries for you almost all the time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

After Rime died, Felix spent a long time not being able to read his romance books without feeling guilty, without having his mind swarmed by images of blood, death, and tears. Then, when he met you, for the first time in years it was someone else filling his fantasies, someone else running laps through his mind. He cried, he wasn’t sure if it was in relief or shame, longing for what he had lost, but equally lovesick with you, who had stolen his heart (he suddenly realized that he didn’t want it back). He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and though he felt tied to you in every way, he’d also never felt more free.

I think Felix is basically exclusively a sub, to be honest. Namely because I need more subby characters in otome (seriously, where are they? I sad) and also simply because the game really stresses it, which I love. Reminder, people: a person’s personality often has nothing to do with their sexual preferences.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Won’t go into much detail about this, but Felix is very soft all over. He loves lotions and scrubs, and his skin is all perfectly smooth (also, he smells really, really good. Like amazingly good). He doesn’t love to exercise, but due to him being Starsworn I believe he probably had to, to some extent. He definitely complained. It’s canon that he isn’t physically fit, but I still don’t think he’s necessarily like sickly frail by any means. Just- Lord help me he’s not a bodybuilder. He’s a twink, mate. Think soft definition, at most. Also, his skin is very cold (you should probably warm him up). He has little freckles all over, and you’re determined to count and kiss every single one.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high sex drive. Like I said, he’s got a lot pent up. He definitely gets antsy a lot. Even if he’s not looking for sex, it’s a great way to take his overactive mind off his worries.

He’ll hesitate to initiate anything with you, especially at first, and worry that he’s getting on your nerves or that he wants sex too much. That’s why you gotta pick him up, throw him down on the bed, and have your way with him, until eventually, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and whispering that he wants to fuck you. He’s a needy baby.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very quick. Sex makes him sleepy, especially so considering he’s always fucking tired in the first place, and well, now he’s even more worn out so he’s gonna pass out on your chest or in your arms ASAP. That, and he’s always got so much on his mind that he’s finally managed to forget about. Run your hands over him and kiss his hair as he snores softly while he snuggles into you. He’s really freaking adorable.

[desaturatedd]

a psa for cis people writing [or writing with] a trans muse in the rpc

I would like to preface this by saying that the opinions of one trans mun may not reflect the opinions of every trans person, and some things I may not like, other people might think are fine / I might think something is okay that other folks may not. I am just one person, and I can only speak to my own experiences. When in doubt, ask your trans friends. Ask multiple people if you need to. Most of us are happy to help.

Write trans characters, not the trans experience. It is more than okay headcanon your muse as trans and write them as such. What starts to get fuzzy is if you’re doing threads about your muse’s experience as a trans person. You don’t know what it’s like to experience gender dysphoria or have to come out as trans or be the victim of transphobia, so please don’t write plots about these experiences.

Most coming outs happen when the person is revealing that they are not the gender they were assigned at birth. I see a lot of people writing about their muse coming out as trans after having ‘passed’ for an extended period of time. This does happen sometimes, but not nearly as often. Also, coming out is not a big event — we see celebrities do it when they have to tell the world that they are not the gender they were previously assumed to be. But coming out is an ongoing and oftentimes private process, and for most people, is one that never stops. 

On passing: Not every trans person ‘passes’ as cis. Not every trans person wants to pass. Some do. The point is — there is no one way that trans people look. Yes, there’s a stereotype that small, more feminine men are trans, and that masculine women with bigger builds are trans. That happens. But that is not always the case. And if you’re only headcanoning muses who fit this stereotype as trans, it’s worth considering why. 

On transitioning: Not every trans person has had top or bottom surgery, or is on HRT. Not every trans person wants to. Younger trans muses will likely not have access to these resources, or may not have been on hormones very long. This means they may not pass. This is okay. And, this shouldn’t need to be said, but: You do not have to medically transition in any way to be trans. End of story.

Refusing to ship with a muse because they’re trans is transphobic. We have to deal with this shit IRL all the time when dating, but it’s even grosser in RP because half the time, shipping =/= writing smut. Not that it’s okay then either, but the point is, a person’s genitals or assigned sex at birth have no bearing on their gender, and not shipping with a muse because your character isn’t attracted to the muse’s assigned gender at birth is transphobic. Full stop. 

Don’t deadname your muse. Personally, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with coming up with your muse’s birth name, but don’t make a big deal talking about “[name], previously known as [deadname]”. You wouldn’t do it to a real trans person, don’t do it to your muse.

It’s ‘trans man’ and ‘trans woman’, not transman/transwoman. Trans is used as an adjective in this case, not a noun. It’s a small detail, and there may be older trans folks who refer to themselves/muses as transmen/transwomen (and that’s fine — this is about semantics and it’s a recent change), but please be aware of this.

TL;DR — Just treat your trans muse like you would any other muse. Making them trans can add depth to their character, and if you want to explore what the experience is like for them, talk about it with a trans person, but don’t write whole plots or threads or headcanon posts about it. Let this headcanon inform your portrayal, but don’t make it the focus. This is a practice in ‘show, don’t tell’. Now go off and write your amazing trans muses ! I love them very, very much. 

[katehuntington]

Title: Changes - part seven Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part seven: Sam finds a perculiar place for him and his brother to spend the night, but can’t get the female hunter out of his mind. What caused her to act the way that she did? Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.  Music: The Passenger - Iggy Pop & The Stooges. Author’s note: I couldn’t be more excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series with you. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer​​​, @soupornatural​​​ & @mrswhozeewhatsis​​​, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​​​ & @winchest09​​​ who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

    “No, it doesn’t matter… Any room… Alright… Thank you, sir.” Sam removes his phone from his ear and presses the disconnect button.     That’s settled then; they have a place to spend the night. He’s not sure if Dean is gonna be happy about the type of room, it being expensive as well, but at least he will have a bed.     The younger Winchester shuts the screen of his laptop and puts it away in his backpack beside his feet, then rests his head against his seat. The green neon of the pharmacy sign up the street flickers rhythmically. Dean killed the engine but left the key in the ignition, allowing The Passenger by Iggy Pop & The Stooges to play on the radio. Sam has the urge to change the station, rock is more Dean’s kind of thing than it is his. But as always, he doesn’t, knowing that if he did, he would receive a ‘Dude, don’t change the fucking station’ comment when his brother gets back.

    He closes his eyes for a moment, but makes sure he doesn’t fall asleep. Man, he’s so tired. He feels like he could sleep for days, but a nightmare would probably spoil his moment of rest, just like they have for the last month. He sighs, listening to the cars driving by and footsteps on the sidewalk next to their parking spot. Then he looks outside, watching people hasten to their destination. Ordinary people, men, women, children. All with a certain goal, they seem to know where they’re heading. Business people in neat suits, mothers out shopping, kids hanging around after school. The lives of most of them are so simple. They don’t have a clue what’s really going on, what other world they’re living parallel to. He remembers brief moments of the time he didn’t know. If he had the smallest hunch of what he is aware of now, he would have never begged his brother to tell him. He closes his eyes again and breathes out; what a wonderful world.

    Out of nowhere, a loud bang sounds through the car. Sam almost jumps out of his skin and looks outside, startled, expecting to witness a car crash, but instead, he sees his smirking brother with his fist still resting against the window. Sam rolls his eyes while Dean walks around the car and gets in.     He laughs as he opens the bag. “You were out, man.”     “No I wasn’t,” Sam denies. “Did you get something?”     “Vicodin.” Dean shows off his meds, pops one capsule out of the package and knocks it back.     “Don’t you need a prescription for that kind of stuff?” Sam contemplates.     “Yeah, but the pharmacist was hot,” Dean grins, waving a card with a cell number written on it in the air.

    Sam shakes his head and chuckles; typical.     “Shall I drive? I’m quite sure you’re not allowed when you���re on Vicodin,” he suggests.     “Dude, we face death on a daily basis, and you’re worried about my driving skills after one teensy weensy Vicodin pill?” He glances in his side mirror before he turns his car back on the road.     “Touché,” Sam admits.     “Found a place to stay?” Dean checks.     “Yeah, I did.”

    The black Chevrolet approaches traffic lights on the corner of S. Broadway and 2nd Street Southwest, as Dean looks aside at his brother, his hand resting on the wheel. “Where to?”     “Take a right here, then the second right and a final fifth left. It’s not that far,” Sam explains.     Dean does as told, but gazes at Sam for a moment after he accelerates and makes the turn.     “What are you? A hunter equipped with a global positioning system?” he chuckles.     “I’m surprised you managed to say those fancy words without stuttering,” Sam counters.     “Hey, I’m surprised you still can’tgive out your fake ID without stuttering, you don’t hear me belly achin’ about it,” Dean counters with a grin, secretly enjoying their brotherly banter.

    Five minutes later, they leave the car in a small parking lot next to a three-story red brick building that used to be a warehouse once. Now, purple neon light flickers above the entrance: Deep Purple Inn.     “If the place is as good as the music, this is gonna be a hell of a stay,” Dean comments, glancing through the windshield.     “I thought you just needed some sleep?” Sam refers while he gets out and looks over the top of the car.     “I still do, but Stacy gets off at nine.” Dean closes the door with a smirk on his face.     “Stacy?” Sam asks, puzzled.     “Keep up, man! Vicodin-girl,“ his brother reminds him as he picks up the pharmacy bag from the back seat.     “Right.” Sam looks down at his feet with a chuckle. “And your point?”     He waits for a response while they enter the motel. The Inn is obscurely decorated, purple being the main theme, not surprisingly. The peculiar interior design choices have both the Winchesters frowning as they take in the lobby.     “My point is that while you are out checking on Zoë, I’ll be checking out Stacy,” Dean clears up, after redirecting his attention to Sam.     He leans his left arm on the counter, careful not to harm his shoulder. He beams and raises his brows as his eyes sparkle; seems like he’s gonna get lucky tonight.

    “Can I help you guys?” A young bloke, probably in his mid-twenties, turns his office chair and faces the brothers. He’s dressed in casual clothing with a waistcoat, his black hair is spiked with shiny gel.     “Yeah, we just called in for a room. Is it still open?” Sam checks.     “You probably talked to my manager, but yeah.” He nods. “We have a room left.”     “We’ll take it,” Sam decides as he slips a credit card.     The guy behind the counter gets up and takes the card. Impatiently, Sam checks his phone for the time; it’s four PM. Zoë’s meeting Terry Cliffer in an hour and a half and he wants to be there before she does. His brother, on the other hand, already seems to have forgotten about the argument with their fellow hunter, as he steals his fifth caramel toffee from the counter, puts it in his mouth and looks around to make sure no one saw it.

    “So, you just drove back in from Canada or somethin’?” the desk clerk asks, as he passes the card back to Sam.     “Beg your pardon?” he asks, somewhat dazed.     The young guy captures Dean’s attention as well, because he studies him with the same confused expression, having some difficulty chewing his toffee. They don’t receive an answer, though, at least not a direct one.     “Here you go.” The young guy puts a gift basket wrapped up in glittery transparent paper on the counter.     He places the key of room 301 next to it as Sam reads the card; Just married. Dean frowns when he detects a pair of handcuffs inside, upholstered with purple fluffy fur.     “What is this?” Sam looks from the gift basket to the guy behind the counter.     “You just got married, right?” the counter guy checks.

    Dean chokes on his toffee and coughs as the younger of the Winchesters stares from one to the other, flabbergasted. What did he say?     “Dude! We’re brothers!” Dean corrects with a raspy voice, not having cleared his windpipe entirely yet.     “Is that legal these days?” the young guy returns, disgusted.     “What? No - no - no. You got this all wrong. We’re not married, we just want a place to spend the night,” Sam clears up.     “Nice going, Sam. That sounded even grosser,” the older of the two comments.     “You do know you rented the bridal suite, Mr… Gillan?” he now carefully asks, reading the false name from the screen which he just got from Sam’s credit card.     “You rented the bridal suite?!” Dean exclaims, dramatically.     “It was the only room I could find,” Sam answers, guilty.     Dean rolls his eyes and turns around, lifting his arms from his side in disbelief. “He rented the bridal suite.”     “You brothersstill want it?” the guy behind the counter makes sure, clearly not impressed by all the fuss.

    Sam waits for Dean to approve. It doesn’t take long before he sighs, a frustrated hand gesture combined with an eye roll telling him to settle for the room. Sam takes the key and is followed by Dean, who snatches the gift basket off the counter as he walks by. When he receives a questioning look from the clerk, he turns around to face him.     “I’m expecting company later this evening. Might be needing those,” he points out the handcuffs in the goody bag. “Her name is Stacy somethin’. Make sure she gets in.”    “Will do,” he promises with a slight nod.

    While shaking his head, the older Winchester catches up with Sam, who’s waiting for him at the staircase. He glares at the gift basket and back at Dean, wondering what on earth he would want with that.     “Don’t worry, it’s for Stacy, not you,” Dean assures, as he begins his climb to the third floor.     Sam chuckles, he almost forgot about that. At this moment, however, Dean seems more bugged by being called queer, than happy to have a cute pharmacist over for the evening.     “Can you believe that guy?” Dean turns around at the top of the stairs and looks down on Sam. “Come on, do I give off a gay vibe?!”     Sam halts and looks up, pressing his lips into a thin line to suppress a laugh. Although Dean does his best to be all manly and tough, the thatched basket hanging from his arm gives a different idea.     Dean notices Sam’s strained face, glares skyward and moves on. “Don’t answer that.”

    They conquer three stories and arrive at room 301. Sam turns the key and opens the door, revealing the suite to Dean. He lifts his eyebrows as his brother switches on the lights and walks in. Purple. The walls, the sheets, the curtains, everything is either painted or fabricated a shade of purple. Several spotlights look down at them from the ceiling like tentacles of an octopus, and abstract paintings decorate the wall. The ceiling is the only surface that isn’t draped in the obnoxious color, but it reflects all that is via a giant mirror. The bedposts are made of steel and reach up to the ceiling, seeming to go on in the reflection. Small cushions are carefully made up on the bedspread.

    Dean sets the basket down on the main table near the window as he checks out the ceiling, the huge bed and its poles, imagining watching Stacy hanging from one of those. Or even better, being cuffed to one of those. He sniggers gruffly. They’ve come across their fair share of strange rooms, but this one is off the charts. Either the interior designer was intoxicated with Purple drank or was high on LSD, because no one in their right mind would come up with this.     “This is awesome,” he concludes, amused with the absurdity of the suite.     “There’s only one bed,” Sam notices.     “No shit, Captain Obvious. It’s a bridal suite. Not sure what you had in mind for your wedding night, but if you were thinking separate beds, you weren’t doing it right,” Dean chuckles, sauntering towards the large king size.

    There’s no clever answer following up his comment and Dean looks aside. When he sees his brother’s face, he realizes he hit a sore spot and his smile disappears. Sam might have pictured his wedding already, since Jessica was his longtime girlfriend. He’s quite sure Sam hadn’t proposed yet, but he knows his younger brother; he planned his future. It might have crossed his mind once or twice.     “Sorry, man,” Dean apologizes. “But now that we started on that subject; you don’t sleep, right?”     Sam closes the door behind them and turns at his brother. He decides to let it go.     “Right, not much anyway,” he answers with some hesitation, not sure where Dean is going with this.     “Good, then I’ll take this baby,” Dean sighs and falls down on the bed.     As he lands, a sloshing sound comes from inside the mattress as Dean bounces up and down like he’s riding small waves in a pool. His eyes light up and excitedly stares at his brother; it’s a waterbed.     “This is beyondawesome!” he laughs, rocking it even harder.

    Sam chuckles at the sight of his goofy brother, who has the resemblance of a six-year-old. Oh well, at least he’s able to enjoy the little things. For a brief moment, he thinks about Jess again, like he does countless times a day. Dean’s comment resurfaced some thoughts and feelings. Even though his life was turned upside down less than a month ago by her shattering death, it feels like all the good and normal happened so long ago. The gutting pain is still there and will remain for a long time, if not forever. Losing his girlfriend also created a massive rift between what is and what will never be. A canyon so wide, no bridge can span across. He can never be that college student with a bright future in law anymore.

    His mind shifts to the huntress who they crossed paths with, and he wonders if that same unbreachable gap is the reason why she’s so bitter.     “I still don’t get it,” Sam ponders. “Why would Zoë be dead set on working this case herself?”     “You’re still worked up over that? Oh, Sammy,” Dean shakes his head as he lays back on the covers. “Just accept that she’s an insane bitch and let it go, will ya?”     “But she wasn’t like this. You said so yourself,” the younger brother reminds him. “And what’s the deal with Dad? Did you see how angry she got when I mentioned him?”     “As far as I’m concerned she’s in Dad’s debt. Exorcising that Diligo demon was close to impossible. She’s alive because of him,” Dean states, defensive. “Look, I don’t know what crawled up her ass. I mean, you gotta be a little mad to do the job, but she does it alone and has for four years. That does something to a person. Maybe she saw some shit, got some wires crossed–-”     “Dad did the job alone for years when we were kids,” Sam reminds him.     “He always had us to come back to, Sam,” Dean disagrees. “He has a family.”     Sam narrows his eyes now, peering at his brother through his bangs. “She doesn’t?”

    Dean hesitates now, biting at his lip for a second before he answers, staring at his reflection on the ceiling before averting his gaze to his brother. “I don’t think she speaks to them.”     The younger Winchester frowns. “What makes you say that?”     Dean shakes his head, half dismissing his own thought. “It’s probably nothing, just something she said, or didn’t say, really. My guess is that she’s on her own and has been for a while. Explains why she was crawling the walls with us around. We don’t know what her reasoning is, but we do know she’s crazy, pissed off, not to mention a fucking assassin. Best to leave a hunter like that be.”

    Sam huffs, silently disagreeing. Dean might be glad to be rid of the female hunter, he himself can’t give it a rest, though.     “Knowing you won’t…” Dean stretches his back, wincing when his wounded shoulder stings sharply. “What time are you heading out?”     Sam checks his watch; it’s 4:15. Zoë will probably be at the bar in an hour or so.     “Four-thirty. See how that conversation goes, check on Cliffer’s place, maybe,” he says, still contemplating.     “As long as you don’t interrupt me and Vicodin girl, I’m good,” Dean mumbles carelessly.

    While Dean closes his eyes, relieved that the pain is starting to fade, Sam takes out his laptop and plugs it in. He has fifteen minutes to crack the Olmsted county website he was working on earlier. If he can get his hands on some recent blueprints, he might find a pattern that isn’t visible on the older public maps. He opens a few programs on his laptop and after a bit of work, he manages to get into the back of the website. Just before 4:30, he double clicks the ‘ok’ button and his computer begins to download a zip file, which contains the information he’s been looking for.

    That should do it, but for now, he will make sure Zoë is alright. Why? He’s not exactly sure, but he has a feeling he should. He once mistrusted that ‘feminine intuition shit’ – as Dean likes to call it – and Jessica ended up dead because of it. A hard lesson learned, and although Zoë isn’t nearly as important to him as Jess, there’s something about her that feels familiar, that he needs to protect.     He gets up from his chair and walks to the door, glancing at the bed before he leaves. Dean is fast asleep and as Zoë said earlier, he would need to set off a bomb to wake him up. Returning here later tonight will not be an option with the visitor his brother is expecting, but he can worry about that later. For now, he has some business to take care of. He leaves the room, closes the door behind him, and heads off.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate every single one of you, but if you do want to give me some extra love, you are free to reblog my work or buy me coffee (Link in bio at the top of the page).

Read part eight here

[mattatouile]

Okay, beneath the cut is the way I approach writing explicit sex scenes. this is not a how-to guide, nor am I suggesting that my way is the best way, but this is how I got comfortable writing sex scenes myself and why I find them fairly easy to write (beneath a cut because...well, I don’t mince words). 

Oh, and I’ve tried to watch gendered language and kept it to what parts the person has, rather than what gender they identify as. Sorry if I missed any!

Also, ultimately, don’t worry too much and just write it. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Humans are rarely if ever perfect.

I’m going to bullet point this because I find that...the only way I like talking about things is bullet points.

My first and foremost thought when I begin writing a sex scene is where and when I want to talk about the feelings they’re having. It’s not all orgasmic. There are...surprises sometimes. I have a REALLY intense startle reflex, so sometimes if I get touched somewhere new, even if I’m in the moment my body is like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, like it’s a goddamn bug even though I KNOW what it is. (It has never been a bug.) Not even in a bad way, you’re just EXTREMELY keyed up and sensitive to touch and your nerve-endings know that shit. 

I find it kind of amusing but extremely flattering when someone says that my sex scenes are realistic, because lately I’ve been writing a lot of heterosexual sex scenes and i’ve never not once in my life encountered a penis up close, much less an erect one.

I got comfortable writing about cocks because I was in my very early 20s and very virginal and had a very bisexual, sexually active cis-male good/best friend that was more than happy to read my first forays into smut writing and tell me for sure if it sounded like the penis-haver in my fic sounded realistic. 

Everyone’s dick and everyone’s vulva is different, and what works for everyone is different. As in: some penis-havers like a scrap of teeth in a blowjob, some nipple-havers enjoy biting of their nipples, and for some penis-havers and nipple-havers THESE ARE SOLID NOs. So, mix things up! And! Don’t be afraid during a first sex scene between two characters to have them “mess up” and learn what each other likes. 

In either oral or penetrative or fingerblasting, don’t spend too much time thumb-twiddling over the number of folds and creases and veins and foreskin. It’s not the most erotic part of it to me. It could be for others! But like... you don’t NEED to overcomplicate things or overexplain. It begins to sound like interior design or fashion design at some point, though, with all the frills and folds and velvety and silky skin. 

Don’t worry during the first draft about how many times you use the word slick or wet or slide or thrust or hips or clit or whatever, you’ll drive yourself crazy that way and you may lose the rhythm of the scene. 

Rhythm! Just like in real life, keep in mind that the sex scene should have a sense of rhythm. Don’t get too hung up on all of the minute details. 

That being said, try to keep track of how many hands and limbs everyone has. It is distracting when an extra hand appears.

I know this is weird to some people, but this happens all the time in published romance/erotica/etc. TRY to visualize the series of positions the characters are in if they move around. Luckily, if you’re going for missionary the whole way, you’re not in too much danger of this problem. But I have read SO MANY sex scenes where I cannot make any sense of what position they’re in after a transition and it takes me right out of the scene. Missionary is fine, because at least people know what’s going on. It’s way better than, “are they upside down now???”

If they’re going to fuck against a wall and the vagina-haver has on pants, please think about how they’re going to achieve penetration. I have never in my life met a vagina-haver that can keep their pants have on and just shoved down and have front-to-front sex. A penis-haver? Sure! But like...try to think about how the penis is getting in, and then think about how they’re going to do it comfortably enough to enjoy themselves, especially if one part is a lot shorter than the other. (Might I suggest the penetrated partner be facing the wall braced on their hands? That’s a good time! Just make sure it makes sense. Khal Drogo fucking Dany while she’s facing a wall and they’re standing is...a difficult thing to figure out just based on logistics)

Use the words you wanna use for the genitalia at first. Don’t worry about it until you go back and edit. I like the word cunt. I find it lovely and I find pussy SO MUCH GROSSER and so much sleazier in an explicit scene. But my experience isn’t universal and you can’t really worry too much about what everyone else likes. I mean, I would suggest avoid calling a clitoris a pleasure pearl. But like...you do you.

I’ve never in my life met a vagina-haver who had a sweet-tasting crotch. That’s just...not going to happen, and it makes me immediately bummed out to read it, frankly. It feels like one of those weird standards that ends up in romance that human beings can’t live up to? Like, somehow, even our vaginas have to be delicate and dainty and sweet. Like, no. Pussy tastes like pussy. If you don’t have one, just imagine what a crotch smells like on anyone. If it tastes sweet you might want to see a doctor about a yeast infection or diabetes. It’s just not great. (It’s also ... not floral? It’s musky down there. I’d avoid calling it MUSTY because that’s not great. But it’s a bit musky for sure.) But I also find it immeasurably sexier to be realistic about what the taste and smell are. It’s a very visceral thing. 

Vaginal ‘virginity’ loss in a modern fic doesn’t need to be dramatic AF. It’s not always the hymen that makes things painful. Don’t be afraid to bring lube into the equation, include foreplay, and it doesn’t need to be either unrealistic or overly dramatic. Slow and steady wins the penetration race. I mean, it WOULD be deeply unpleasant if the penis-haver (or dildo-haver) just rammed it in there without proper prep, so, you do you. Obviously, this is about modern AUs. BASICALLY: the penetration isn’t ALWAYS the biggest thing about having sex for the first time. It’s like...everything else that leads up to it. 

The odds of a vagina-haver coming from vaginal penetration alone is...not great, even if it’s their soulmate fucking them. Also, it’s fun to include clitoral stimulation! 

Sex is messy and sex is fun and sex is awkward and sex is hot. And the best sex I’ve had is all of the above in one session. There are a lot of logistics sometimes, but that’s actually part of the fun of it. You’re all in the muck together having a good time. It’s like an obstacle course in the mud but with more erections or vulvas...probably. 

Dick size is boring. Monster cocks aren’t everyone’s cuppa and also not terribly likely. Mini cocks never happen because people don’t think that’s sexy. If you’ve never been fucked by a monster cock, just bear in mind that for a LOT of people it’s ... not comfortable, much less a mind-altering experience. And frankly, getting into the details of everyone’s various specific sizes is... an odd way to approach a sex scene for me? I care more about the fact that someone has feelings about the person being naked in the first place, not about the dimensions of the cocks or vags. 

Any position can be romantic if both parties are super into it and super into each other. But think twice about 69. It’s logistically awkward for many couples. (again, Khal Drogo and Dany. How is she gonna get her mouth on his cock and be close enough for him to get his mouth on her snatch, ya know? And ...to what purpose?)

Anyway! Those are just my notes about how I approach sex scenes. 

[a-shameless-otome-rp-sideblog]

looking for otome-based RP partners!

Hullo (hopefully future) friends! I’ve got a bit of a weird proposal.

(For anyone who saw the first one on my OTHER-OTHER side blog, this is redux, the 2.0, because that sideblog was TOO NEW to show up in tags and I am really hoping that this one shows up on this MUCH OLDER and REPURPOSED sideblog!) 

ANYWAY, here blog isn’t and probably won’t ever be an RP blog. I’ve RPed on Tumblr a lot in the past (mostly in the Homestuck community, a few years back) and while doing so was a lot of fun, it was also a lot of work! Maintaining pages, bios, graphics, etc, is all stuff I seemed to have all the time in the world for a few years back, but I find I really just don’t anymore.

Unfortunately, I don’t really know where to find RP outside of Tumblr and cherubplay (thanks again, Homestuck!) either, but Cherubplay isn’t exactly the greatest for finding anything outside of just raw-doggin-it-smut-fests and while that can be, uh, fun, it’s not really what I want to focus on when I RP.

So why am I here?

DISCORD RP!!

I’m hoping to find other people who don’t really have time to run an RP blog (or who do have time, but also might be willing to dip their toes into doing it on Discord, too, assuming you aren’t already!) for some good time plotting and roleplaying!

Which I guess brings us to the meat of this whole thing… (more, of course, under the cut!)

WHAT WILL WE RP?

I’ve been real keen on otome lately and I’m really looking to play some canon boys to your MC or OC! While I’ve certainly had my fun playing girls before (mostly in WoW, or other MMORPG settings), I find I always prefer to play dudes, and (if you’d pardon this bit of arrogance!) I think I can be pretty dang good at it!

While I do occasionally ship MxM, it’s really only something I do with my best bro, so I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m really only interested in MxF pairings atm! I hope that’s okay with everyone.

COOL, BUT WHAT SERIES? WHAT CHARACTERS?!

I’d like to say I have a pretty healthy familiarity with a lot of otome, but I’m not sure I’d be the hottest at RPing them all! If it can’t be guessed by my avatar, I’m kind of on a Hakuouki kick right now, so I’m partial to that, for sure, but for ease of readability and so you can get a good idea of what I’m open to, I’ll list them in some nicely formatted order.

Hakuouki Characters

Okita :: Okita is tied for my personal favorite Hakuouki dude with Sannan, but I think I’d enjoy playing him a lot more than Sannan (which isn’t to say I wouldn’t like to play him, too!). I’ve always been partial to smirky, tease-y boys, especially when they’re struggling with confronting their feelings.

Sannan :: Sannan speaks to my love of polite but cold characters, and it’s only a bonus that he’s a megane, which I’ve also always loved! As mentioned above, he’s probably tied with Okita as favorite Hakuouki dude, but I think Okita’d be easier to play.

Kazama :: Kazama is fun because I’ve always had a love for garbage can style kidnap-and-seduce plotlines if that was your kind of thing!

Saito :: I love Saito aesthetically and his personality is pretty rad and I’d rank him as pretty up their on faves, but I admit I don’t have overmuch experience when it comes to awkward slow-to-open-up kinda boys! I’m sure we could make it work though.

Other dudes :: I’d be willing to try honestly most anyone from Hakuouki but these are the ones above are the ones I feel most confident/interested in playing! If you’d like someone else, you can most certainly ask, especially if you have some kind of plotline you’d like to see!

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Diabolik Lovers

Oh baby, yeah I am totally into this hot hot dumpster fire!

Reiji :: As mentioned, I love megane, and Reiji’s probs my favorite of everyone in the whole dang series. Older? Check. Smart? Check. Responsible? Check. Cold? Double check. Really fucking mean? Check. Smirky? Well, in the games, yes!

Shuu :: Sorry Reiji, but I also love Shuu. I might make him just a twinge OOC because his laziness might make advancing the plot kind of headachey, but other than tht, I love this loser.

Subaru :: Subaru, contrary to his third place on this list, is probably pretty close behind Reiji for favorites. Aggressive, ill-refined, totally willing to fight everyone – I admit I tend to play the more well-spoken and calculating kind of characters more, but I’d be willing to rock Subaru for you to the best of my ability!

Ruki :: I won’t say Ruki’s my favorite of the Mukami brothers but I like him a lot and I think I’d play him well!

Everyone else except Azusa and Kou :: Spoiler: I love Azusa to death and find him adorable but I don’t really relish playing openly masochistic characters, so he’s a no go unless we can work something out! Kou is – no offense, but I just really do not like Kou. As far as the famous Sakamaki triplets go, Kanato is one of my absolute all time favorites, and I’d be willing to play him with the right person… but we all know he’s kind of an absolute nutbag, so I’m hesitant to dump that on anyone! Ayato is a staple and Laito could be… like Kanato, I think I’d have to feel pretty assured by my partner they could handle the grosser parts of his character. Open to exploring it, however!

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Amnesia

I’m not gonna bother sectioning everyone into neat little areas cause there is so few, but Toma is my favorite (I’m a real sucker for yandere, whoops). I’d be willing to play him, of course, provided my partner was comfortable with it! I’d also be willing to do Kent (my second favorite!), Shin and maaaaaaybe Ukyo. Sorry, I didn’t really care for Ikki – not because Ikki was bad (he was actually cool!) but because fan girl route characters drive me BANANAS.

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Other fandoms :: Hit me up and ask if you want me to try anything! I might surprise you!

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AND SO THAT LEAVES US WITH… WHAT WILL YOU PLAY?

Honestly, I’m gonna be real with everyone here: I love roleplaying because it’s like writing fanfiction with someone else, so it’s all the fun and self indulgence of fanfiction, but better, cause ya know – someone else is doing it with you! And I’m really here for the self indulgence, so please go ham.

Yeah, you can play the MC of the game, and I’d be cool with that! But honestly, I love OCs, and I’d love to hear about and plot with your OCs. I have some ideas for potential plots (especially for Hakuouki), but I’m also open to your ideas, too, and I think a lot of plots could work best outside the confines of a pre-established MC. Also, you get to show me your drawings/face-claims/whatever for your characters, and that’s pretty rad!!

Also, as someone had asked when I tried to post this on my previously non-functional blog, I’m also open to crossovers! I’m cool even if I don’t know much about the character -- you’ll just have to pardon my ignorance.

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So, uh… RULES? RP STYLE? ETC? SOME POORLY ORGANIZED POINTS

+ Yeah, I’m deffo 21+ so ideally you would be too, especially if there’s anything like, remotely scandalous going on! I’m not too sure I feel very comfortable RPing with anyone younger than 18, mostly just because there’d be such a big age difference between us. Rest assured it isn’t because I think I’m better than you, or being ageist! It’s mostly just for my own sense of comfort!

+ Speaking of scandalous, I don’t push hard for anything super graphic unless that’s your style because I’m very much a person who loves drowning in the emotions of “holy crap does this guy really like this lady a lot”. I tend to be over indulgent as heck when it comes to inner monologues describing just how much your character makes mine’s heart go doki-doki, so expect a lot of that. If we start heading towards fuck-making of the graphic non-fade-to-black-variety, we should deffo discuss the sorts of things you discuss before those scenes! (Kinks? I GUESS???) But, as mentioned, it’s deffo not at all on top of my list of prerogatives. We need to BUILD for that!

+ My RP style tends to be 3rd or 2nd (lmao, Homestuck) person, present tense, a couple paragraphs to “oh my god, you can shut up now”. You can write however you like, with my only request being that you be passably literate! Not like, snootily literate. You get what I mean? I hope so. ):

+ As far as activity goes, I’m also fine with the Tumblr esque style of replying whenever you get around to it! If we both happen to be on for a barrage of replies, great! If we can only get one or two out a day, also great! I’m pretty easy going, honestly.

+ I love working in universe and also going mad with AUs. Find some cute starters or AU ideas on tumblr and you wanna throw them at me? I’m always open. From vampires where there are none to school AUs to coffee shop AUs I am willing to try most things, but note: I am primarily a fan of DRAMATIC ROMANCE so keep that in mind!

+ Want some kinda crazy love triangle where your lady is pursued by not one, BUT TWO DUDES? We can probably make it happen!

+ I run the gamut from fluffy and sweet romance to angsty yandere esque stuff, so please feel free to talk to me about what kind of dude you’d like!

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A SAMPLE OF MY STYLE:

It has been months, Okita reminds himself. It has been months, and months, and more months on top of that – almost a year, maybe a little more, even, and as he sets his teeth behind that constant wolf’s grin, he thinks to himself: You should be better than this. You should be stronger.

But for all the time he’s spent with her, it has never gotten easier. No, no – it has only ever gotten worse, and it’s particularly bad now that he’s alone with her, now that she’s so close –

“Okita-san?” Her voice rings in his ears like a few plucked notes of some delicate string instrument, and he feels his lips part, his smile all teeth. She’s paused, midway between pouring him a cup of tea, and her eyes – ever and much too familiar – meet his with a hint of shyness Okita feels guilty for relishing. “Are you okay?”

“Worried about me, mn?” He rolls his head from one shoulder to the next, halfway between a shrug and a stretch, and tries very hard to resist the urge to pull her towards him, into him, that he might catch more of the rich perfume that lingers along the line of her throat. “You shouldn’t be.”

You should, he thinks, and not without a hint of guilt, be more worried about yourself.

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ANYWAY, IT’S LATE.

I feel like I’m missing some garbage, but I’ll probably add to this tomorrow when I inevitably remember what I forgot! If you’re interested, send me an ask or a submission or a Tumblr… DM? We can work from there with regards to exchanging contact info!

[desperatelyseekingroleplay]

Searching for a long term partner

Hey, I’m Bird (she/her) and I’m looking for a RP partner or two. I'm in my mid-twenties and I'm only interested in adult partners. 

About me/my rp style:

I don’t have any particular length quota that I expect my partner to meet. Quality > Quantity. That said, it’s rare that my posts dip below two paragraphs but honestly can get as lengthy as you prefer. I usually write third person, past tense but I’m willing to give first person a whirl if it’s important to my partner. I have a lax, work from home career so I have ample time to post and I generally only like to have one or two rps going at a time. I understand that writing chemistry is a thing and we might not hit it off but I do appreciate a heads up before being dropped.

I really love intricate plots that bleed into other plots and having multiple going on at a time (long term plots, short term, character arcs, etc) and I’d love to find someone who likes to plot, too. Character development is honestly one of my true loves and it’s always going to be something that plays into my plots.

I don’t have very many limits in regards to what I’m willing to rp. Violence, death, addiction, and even smut are all fine with me. I do draw the line at the grosser sexual kinks and a few other things. (I can give more details over private message). It’s important that you let me know any boundaries or triggers that you have!

My preference is female main, mxf pairings. I’m insistent on having at least one female main but with multiple characters I’m fine with whatever gender/pairings. I personally like to have multiple characters in a rp even if it’s one or two mains and then infrequent secondary characters/npcs.

What I’m currently looking for:

What I’m mainly searching for a supernatural/spn rp for dean x oc (my character) and I’m willing to double as Sam or another character of your preference. I have some plot ideas I’m willing to share over private messages.

Other fandoms (though, you’ll need a good plot idea to hook me):

HP

The 100

Teen Wolf

  Original interests:

Haunted Abandoned Asylum

Apocalyptic setting

Maybe something based off of Red Dawn

Anything supernatural, honestly

Slice of life (some good drama is a must though)

  I’m open to suggestions if you’re looking for something in particular. I’m easy to win over with a juicy plot.

  Contact:

  birdiebosh (at) gmail (dot) com

Discord: alittlebird #6878

[megaphonemonday]

My god your fics are incredible. Are you updating any of them right now or working on new ones??

hello! wow. thank you! That’s really nice to hear! Especially since I have been struggling a little bit working on some of these stories. 

But, yes. I do definitely plan on finishing all of my fics and starting some new ones, even. So, for anyone who’s interested, here’s a short progress report on all of my in progress (Pitch only. You can write off anything else that’s on ao3 at this point) fics.

roundin’ third and headed for home: I’ve got eleven (five of which just need one last edit) prompts left for this one, but I’m still planning on taking prompts in the future. I’m cutting this fic off at 50 chapters, though because otherwise it gets too clunky, but I’ll probably start a second fic collection for any new prompts that I get. Now I just need to pick a new line from Centerfield for the title...

hit the ball and touch ‘em all: Technically, these were all for the #RenewPitch campaign, but there is one follow up fic that I’ve started tossing around.

why do the yankees always win?: I swear I’m going to finish this one! I have a loose outline and everything. It’s just a matter of getting my butt in a chair and banging one out. Which sounds grosser than I mean. 

guys like you: Ditto what I said above. This will get done in one or maybe two more chapters? I’m not sure because there are a lot of ideas and it honestly seems like a little much for one chapter, but I also don’t want to draw this out. But yeah. Definitely more smut is coming everyone’s way.

New fics 

I’m planning on extending some of the Bawson AUs that I’ve been kicking around. Specifically the tattoo artist one and the one where Ginny is Al’s cardiologist. Not sure how long they’ll be, but probably long-ish oneshots or maybe two parters. I haven’t quite decided. 

I’ll also probably definitely be writing more smut stand-alones because of who I am as a person

Anyway, that’s where I’m at currently. (also currently struggling to actually write the angsty follow up to forgetting is so long, which is the only reason I haven’t tackled the rest of the prompts I have. I feel like if I skip over this one, I’ll never come back to it. But is it so wrong I just want them to be happy??)

Thank you for checking in! I should have a new chapter of roundin’ third up sometime tonight or tomorrow. And maybe even another before I head out of town this weekend.