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thinkinonsense · 18 days

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old man!logan howlett x housewife!reader

cw: oral (f receiving), fingering, bit of fluff, soft logan *mdni

wc: 900+

a/n: next mini-series will be inspired by the album positions by ariana grande. if you would like to be added to the tag list comment below. not sure how many parts yet but I hope you enjoy!

part two

home has always been a sore spot for logan. the mutant never had much of a place he could truly call home. always on the run, never somewhere long enough to enjoy it. now in his old age, he's been granted the life he always longed for.

"lo, come try this!" his little wife, calls to him in the kitchen.

the sight of you and your cute apron mixing ingredients could bring logan to his knees; and has on many occasions. how did a dangerous fucked up man like him end up with the sweetest girl in town? every day, you're in the kitchen learning new recipes while looking all dolled up for him.

the part that always gets logan hard is knowing you want to do this for him. you were smarter than anyone he'd ever met yet, you loved the simple domesticity of your life with logan. you knew when the two of you met that he craved an older lifestyle that you didn't mind adjusting to. logan thought that you were truly heaven-sent.

"think i finally got the recipe right." you held out a spoon for him. logan groaned at the taste, his hands resting on your hips, pressing you into the countertop slightly. "whatcha think?"

"think it might be the best frosting you've ever made," he mutters against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck and jaw.

"that good?" you smile, licking the rest of the spoon clean.

logan watched with dark pupils, grinding himself against your ass with every little moan that slipped past your lips.

"might just be the second best thing you've let me taste," he admits, forehead falling into your neck to catch his breath.

"second?" you tease, turning around to face him. "what's the first, baby?"

you claimed you weren't a mutant but logan thought that was the only explanation for how quickly you managed to bring him to his knees. his big rough palms caress your thighs, squeezing whatever he can—whatever he wants— until he slips them under your pretty light green dress.

logan stares at eye level with your white lacy panties and the large wet stain forming in them. he's got you sprawled out on the countertop with both legs dangling off his broad shoulders, heels digging slightly into his shoulder blades. your dress and apron were bunched up at your stomach.

"isn't she pretty..." logan says to himself, hooking them to the side to get a better look at your exposed pussy. he blows cold air directly on you. a loud whine falls from your lips as you claw at the edges of the counter and attempt to wiggle your hips in the air.

"lo, please..." you beg, looking down at him as he slides the thin material down your legs and spreads you as far as he can.

"you've been such a good girl, sweetheart." logan praises, letting his thumb circle your button slowly in a way that leaves you needing more. "so obedient and versatile, aren't ya'? one minute you're cooking me dinner and the next you're begging to ride me."

you nod, lazily; trying to enjoy every movement he makes.

"think you deserve a reward." he hums before lapping up your wetness, swirling his tongue in downright sinful ways.

not only did you taste as sweet but the little noises that escaped you were even sweeter. a hand of yours laced itself in logan's grey hair, tugging him impossibly closer until his nose bumped your clit, making you sing like a bird. didn't help that logan let his most primal side show, moaning into you and making a complete mess of you.

"so needy, isn't that right, honey? just leakin' for attention." he says, talking to your pussy rather than to you directly while teasing a finger at your entrance. "makin' a mess all over me."

logan pulls back to spit on your pussy; sending your head flying back against the countertop.

"fuck..." you moan, left hand groping your own tit. "feels sooo good, lo.."

logan catches the light off of your wedding band while you squeeze yourself. this kickstarted something deep inside of him. even in the filthiest of moments between the two of you, you managed to fill his heart with love. his mouth returns, drinking you up like water. you flooded all of logan's senses; he could hear your heart thumping in your chest, smell how badly you needed him, and taste how he made you feel.

"taste like fuckin' candy," he growls, adding another finger to hit that spongy spot deep inside of you over and over again.

"please..." you purr, looking down into his almost black eyes. "so close.."

logan could feel you clenching around his fingers; practically suffocating them. his moans vibrating your core didn't help slow down your climax either. all of it crashing into you at once.

"there's my pretty girl," he smirks, still fingering you through your orgasm. at this point, you didn't care what part of you he was talking to anymore; all you wanted to do was kiss him.

"need you, logan." you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt until he's face to face with you.

logan assumes that you want him to fuck you; undoing his belt as quickly as possible until you stop him.

"gimme kiss."

there you were with your dirty apron, wild hair, and pouty lips begging for a kiss. who was logan to deny you such a request? his soaked beard scratched against you with passion as his tongue entered your mouth. his big hands cradle your face delicately.

logan wasn't a good man by the textbook definition but he'll be damned if he didn't treat you as good as you deserved.

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syboubou · 1 year

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Country kitchen set

Introducing the highly-anticipated "Country Kitchen" custom content set, where rustic charm meets timeless elegance!

It's been a year since my last kitchen release, and I've poured my heart and soul into creating this one. because of the complexity and intricacy of kitchen sets, I took my time to perfect every detail. Inspired by my own home search, this kitchen is a reflection of the warmth and comfort I longed for.

Say goodbye to traditional counters and welcome a stunning table island, perfect for meal preparation and socializing. Sims can now engage with bar stools while whipping up their favorite dishes. The fireplace comes with wall slots, allowing you to showcase decor items that add character and charm.

The counters and cabinets have been thoughtfully designed with accent elements, offering a versatile look in 11 swatches of wood tones and pastel painted colors. I wanted this kitchen to fit seamlessly into any home, exuding rustic sophistication. To truly bring the heart of the home to life, I've added a plethora of clutters that breathe authenticity and fill the room with vibrancy.

Description

This set includes 28 new items, low poly and basegame compatible.

Furnitures: Counters, accent counter with vegetables crate, table island, cabinet, accent cabinet with glass front or plates shelf, hood fireplace (available in 3 heights), bar stool.

Appliances: Double oven&stove, sink, trashbin.

Light: Ceiling lanter light (available in 3 heights)

Decor: Condiment clutter, copper pans, wall towel, bowls pile (with typical french breton design), glass dome, glass jars, wall potholder mittens, wicker lid, wall garlic, olive oil&pepper, cutboards and a vinyl rug.

Download

Available for free download on my website !

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felixandresims · 7 months

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KICHEN 2Point0 :)

It’s been well over a year since the last Harlix collaboration, but we are happy to finally be able to announce the KICHEN 2Point0! It all started way back in 2019 with the original KICHEN, so we decided we wanted to bring it back full circle and finally focus back on our much-loved room of the home. A lot has changed over the past 4.5 years, not only in our own personal work but the multitude of custom content creators that also now create kitchens for your Sims. In 2019, there were slim pickings for your homes. Now, there is such a vibrant array of content to choose from, and it really is an excellent thing for all.

In the years that followed, we have really focused on improving our technical skills and artistry, which we hope you can see with this latest set. The stand-out item for us both in the original KICHEN was the wishbone chair. We have personally both tried to find another dining chair that tops it and failed miserably! It is just the perfect chair for use in so many different settings, whether it be modern or even a rustic setting; it’s just so versatile. It deserved an update to our latest techniques and colours & it’s the only item from the original KICHEN set that has been reworked for this newest iteration. Also, back in 2019 we were a little too scared to use our internal name for that item, but in 2024 we are happy to share the appropriately named WISHBONER chair with you 😆

The KICHEN 2Point0 is also designed to fit perfectly into our current Klean & Soho sets to fulfill the kitchen part. For some reason, we always seem to be in sync with our set themes, and no more so than with Klean & Soho. The overlap was very scary tbh, with many Pinterest pins selected independently but shared in common, so we decided to do this 2 part collaboration to create a kitchen to fit both of our current sets, with the hope of creating a much more in-depth set which includes all elements required to make your dream kitchen. This first part focuses on the foundations of that dream kitchen.

All items are Base Game compatible and can be found by searching the b/b catalogue using the keyword 2Point0. As the items are designed for both of our current sets, they will also appear when you search using the keywords KLEAN or SOHO.

Set Items include:

- Counter (raised with legs) - Counter (standard) - Island (raised with legs) - Island trolley (3 pieces) - Cabinets (short) - Cabinets (tall) - Appliance Cabinet - Fridge Nooks (high & low) - Built-in Sink (wide & standard) - Dining Table (1, 2 & 3 tile) - Wishboner Dining Chair - Shelving (multiple height endings, middle & standard end pieces) - Hanging Feature Pendant Lights (multiple variants)

Now on Patreon Early Access

Public release on the 7th of May

The collaboration will continue next month and focus on appliances and clutter for your kitchens.

#ts4cc #ts4 cc mm #ts4 cc finds #ts4cc download #ts4 maxis match #new york #townhouse #house of harlix #felixandresims #harrie cc #ts4 kitchen #kitchen

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leeknow-thoughts · 3 months

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୨୧ thinking about the two different versions of minho

𝝑𝝔 cw : smut (mdni), soft!Dom lee know(referred to as mommy), mean!Dom lee know (referred to as Minho), praise, mommy kink (what can I say I'm me), pet play themes, petnames, body worship, thigh riding, FREE USE, SOMNO, shower sex, mentions of poly!skz, fingering, oral, creampies, p in v, bullet point format, oral fixation, subspace, kinda somno, lmk if I missed anything!!!

𝝑𝝔 a/n : I saw these photos and literally almost sobbed he is so soft and fluffy I can't- also the Changbin Greek God!AU piece is gonna be released later today - probably this evening and let me just say y'all are in for a TREAT (that story is also gonna be NSFW so also mdni pls!!!)

oh mimo, literally the most versatile of the boys

like you have mommy and then you have minho

minho is mean, he is the one who deals out the punishments, you don't cry out for mommy when he is spanking you, you call out for minho

minho makes you choke and gag on his fat cock if you've been bad

minho spanks you until you cry

minho ties you upp to the bed and makes you watch him as he touches himself

minho makes you lick his shoes and hump his boot while you cry because his cock is hitting the back of your throat

minho is the one who makes you put on kitty ears, a butt plug with a cute white tail, and a collar and leash, he drags you around your shared apartment, and makes you sleep on a beanbag (he wakes you up in the middle of the night by stuffing you full of his cock)

minho uses you like the free use slut you are, no matter where or when as long as you're wearing that necklace that lets him know you're free use, he'll bend you over the kitchen counter, eat you out on the dinner table, stuff you full of his cock while watching a movie

minho fucks his cum into you as a reward, it's rare that Minho stuffs you full with his cum

mommy however-

mommy is sweet

mommy is the one who lets you lay your head on his lap while he gently fingers you until you're squirting all over the couch

mommy is the one who coos at you crying because his dick is hitting all those nice spongey parts inside your cunt

mommy is the one who worships your body in front of a mirror, making you watch yourself as he eats your cunt

mommy is the one who makes you ride his thigh instead of watching a movie

mommy invites his friends to come over to play with your pussy

mommy is the one who fucks you gently in the shower after a long day at work

mommy is the one who lights candles and has a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom ready to worship your body on your anniversary night

mommy who makes you breakfast in bed on your birthday and sneaks under the covers and pulls down your sleep shorts so he can eat his breakfast

mommy is the one who calls you his good kitty while you ride his thigh

mommy also fucks his cum into you, but he does it with the promise that he is gonna give you his babies

and between mommy and Minho, you are always slipping into that nice fuzzy headspace with just a few words and soft touches

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jeannineee · 8 months

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nsfw alphabet: kento nanami

warnings: i think the title is a warning in itself. lolol minors go away.

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

will always clean you up, no matter how tired the two of you are. holds a glass of water to your lips, makes you a snack.

if it’s earlier in your relationship, he’ll ask you what you liked, didn’t like. will also cuddle you till you fall asleep.

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

he is an ass man!! no debate about it. even if it’s small, he doesn’t care. very much enjoys groping your ass during sex, and spanking you if you’ve been a brat!!

on himself, he likes his arms. mostly because you like them, and he works hard to maintain them. definitely inflates his ego the slightest bit when you hold onto them as he pounds into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

if you’re okay with it, he prefers to cum inside you. breeding kink? perhaps. why would he want to let it go to waste :(

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Now, Kento is fairly open about what he is into. But it took a lot to get him there!! Especially with being kinkier and rougher, it took a lot of convincing on your part but once he is in, he is in.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t care much for hookups, but let’s not pretend this man didn’t get it in before you. He knows what he’s doing and has no issue showing you that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good old missionary. He’s a simple man. Gives him access to your whole body. Mostly, he likes the intimacy, and being able to see your face.

Also likes putting you in a mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very serious. sex isn’t a game for him. again with the intimacy.

he loves pillowtalk though and will definitely joke with you a bit afterwards.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he keeps it cleanly trimmed and maintained, duh. we're talking about nanami.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

while kento definitely has his moments of roughness, sex is always intimate with him. you can definitely expect hand-holding, i-love-you's, etc.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he's a busy man. didn't do it much before you, and very rarely does it after meeting you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

teehee.

praise, humiliation, overstimulation, edging. probably definitely has a daddy or sir kink. into light bdsm. prefers being dominant, but might rarely sub if you convince him. would def tie your wrists with his tie, or use it to blindfold you. prefers good girls but is also one hell of a brat tamer.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

prefers the privacy of your own home. bedroom is his go to, but he'll bend you over the kitchen counter or spread you out on the couch if he so wishes.

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

despite his usual exhaustion, pretty much anything you to gets him going. wearing his clothes, talking passionately about something you love. literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

wouldn't want to cause you any pain, besides light spanking/groping/hair-pulling/etc. also not into degradation. he just can't bring himself to do it.

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

GIVERRRRR!!! this man could live and die with his tongue between your legs. it's a must for him every time the two of you have sex.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's a versatile man. depends on your collective mood.

just had a really nice dinner date together? soft, slow sex for the win.

being a brat? you're not walking in the morning <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

very rarely. he prefers to take his time but if it's been a while and you're both busy, he'll go for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

hmmmm. will def try just about anything you want to, but i don't see him being too risky w/ things like public sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

if we're being completely real, he's a working man who is constantly tired. he's probably got two good rounds in him before he's tapping out.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

does kento nanami own toys? is the sky blue? is grass green? obvious answer: yes.

vibrators, dildos, rope/handcuffs, gags, probably even a leash. will also buy anything else you wanna try.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he might verbally tease you as he's fucking you, but he can't deny you for too long.

like,,,

"does that feel good? yeah? can't even speak, can you?"

"pretty girl wants to cum? you gonna beg for it?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

mostly grunts and groans, especially as he cums. absolutely talks you through it as he should.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants to record the two of you having sex. (with your full consent of course)

he's away from home a lot, so it'd give him something to use when he's feeling needy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i know people like to say their favorite male characters have ginormous dicks but we have to be realistic in size, right?

kento is a solid 7-ish inches, and enough girth to make you feel full. slight upwards curve so each thrusts hits your g-spot.

(i am a whore wow)

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

very high sex drive!!! he's just too tired to act on it most of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

can fall asleep fairly quickly, but will always wait for you to fall asleep first.

#Kento x reader #Nanami smut #Kento nanami x reader #jjk smut #kento nanami headcanons #jujutsu Kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen

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earlysunshines · 10 months

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dreamer girl

hirai momo x fem!reader ; smut ; wc: 5.4k

synopsis: momo has a sex dream which has her rethinking her roles in bed, it even makes her realize she’s into a lot of things she thought she would never be intrigued with.

warnings: smut with no plot i just wanted her crying (^‿^) ; kink discovery!!! ; almost somnophilia?? ; reader being called “miss” and “ma’am” ; mommy kink ; overstimulation kinda ; bondage ; ummmmm did i miss anything ; momo is a bottom!!! ; whipped momo ; kinda filthy idk i got carried away ; cursing lolll

a/n: the first half of this was written right before i fell asleep i apologize, but it gets better (i think)

momo was always known to be the more dominant girlfriend, not that it was explicitly said or anything—she just had that rep.

to be fair, it was true. her hand would be on your waist when you were out together, ensuring that everyone knew you were hers. she’d drive you everywhere and you were content being her passenger princess, enjoying the occasional squeeze and caress of your thigh every now and then. typical pillow princeess, spoiled, and bottom girlfriend treatment—you loved it.

it was safe to say that momo wore the pants in the relationship, but she was a sucker for you behind closed doors. you’d pamper her endlessly and to your amusement; she’s incredibly easy to fluster.

now, what’s also behind closed doors is what happens in bed (and on the couch, the kitchen counter—pretty much any space in your house where you can be held against—basically anywhere, but bedroom can be used as an umbrella term in this case.) momo can be pretty versatile when it comes to sex; she can be the sweetest soul ever, whispering sweet nothings and endless praises while her fingers pound into you ruthlessly. there are also moments where she’ll be holding you by the throat and making you scream, teasing you endlessly and degrading the hell out of you while stripping your orgasm away, she loves the control she has over you in bed and she knows you like it. momo loves it.

most of the time—if not all the time—momo is in charge when in bed and sure, maybe you’ll finger her or eat her out here and there, but it’s usually her taking the lead, always pleasing you.

momo is content that you easily submit to her and you’re fine with letting her ruin you; after all, no one else can do it like her. momo’s pretty content with this dynamic, she’s never had to think twice about it.

not until recently.

momo does not know how she had gotten here, there’s no memory that had led up to this moment.

you’re sitting on the couch with the tank top that momo adores on you and it shows a bit of your stomach, your collarbones, and your toned arms; your girlfriend is all worked up just from the sight of you like this.

momo is on the ground—on her knees—and your gaze is lowered down on her. your eyes hold a strange allure, something lustful, and hungry; momo feels small in the position she’s in, she’s never seen you like this, but fuck does it make her all nervous seeing you in this new light. she ignores the discomfort building up on her knees as she kneels before you.

“you look so pathetic like this.” you say, voice low and dangerously sweet, opposing your words. momo whimpers unintentionally and you laugh at her. “i haven’t even touched you yet, don’t tell me you’re all riled up from this?”

“i— no,”

you grab her face so her cheeks are squeezed between your thumb and the rest of your fingers, her lips squish a bit and she lets out a small, nasally whine.

your jaw tightens and you correct her, “no miss.”

momo is not used to this side of you—not used to you being so stern—but holy shit she’s entranced. her body tenses up and she gulps lightly.

“s-sorry miss…”

you loosen your grip. “that’s more like it.”

momo’s breath quivers when you rub her bottom lip with your thumb, pushing it down slightly while looking at her with a lidded, lust-filled stare.

“i wanna have my way with you, you’ll let me do that, yeah?”

“yes miss, whatever you’d like.” momo responds almost immediately; it comes out rushed and breathless. you giggle at this adorable, needy version of momo.

“what a good girl…” you coo, “let’s go to the bedroom, yeah? rather i’d make a mess out of you there than here.” you say, and momo nods eagerly.

when the two of you make it to the bedroom, you quickly order her to take off the shirt she has on. your girlfriend is quick to follow your commands, and when you tell her to lie down on the bed she does as told.

you walk up towards her then situate yourself so you’re straddling her, your core just barely making contact with hers. leaning over, you press a kiss to her forehead and back away, bringing your hand up to her face to cup her chin.

“you look so adorable, baby.” you mumble, sliding your hand down her neck slowly. momo’s tummy hitches when you trace down to her collarbone and she moans softly. just before you trail down to the prominent line that separates the muscles at her core—

momo wakes up, a sharp breath slipping past her lips.

she blinks once, twice, then shifts in the bed. her eyes are squinty when she opens them despite the room being pretty dim.

there’s a weight on her shoulder and she turns to see you sleeping peacefully, feeling the soft breaths you let out on her neck and the way your chest heaves up and down against her. you shift closer to her in your slumber, lazily draping your arm across her torso and snuggling her like a teddy bear.

your girlfriend smiles softly and kisses you on the forehead groggily before closing her eyes again, she almost forgets about the thrilling dream before she falls asleep.

almost.

momo spends a minute or two replaying the scene in her head. she hates to admit it, but the thought of her submitting to you turns her on more than she’d figure it would and makes her ponder for a while before she actually falls asleep. she thinks about the way you looked at her, how you called her a “good girl,” and the tone of your voice. after a couple of minutes of her furrowing her brows, shifting her hips around, and trying to shake off the thought of you being all commanding; momo is finally drowsy enough to fall asleep again.

a week after momo has this enticing dream, you’re sat on the couch with her head on your lap. your fingers twirl her hair around subtly, every other minute they dig deeper and massage her scalp gently.

your pointer brushes along the curve of her jaw, then runs down her neck and onto her jawline. you rest your hand there, rubbing her soft skin lightly before going back to massaging her scalp. with this action, momo shifts in her place a bit, and a slow, pleased breath leaves her lips.

you giggle quietly. “damn, must be comfy huh?” you mumble, continuing to massage her head how she likes it.

momo shifts again, and this time you catch her thighs rub from the corner of your eye. your brows furrow just barely when momo sighs, mumbling something you can’t seem to catch. you take your hands out of her scalp and watch her squirm more, her lips part as her brows crease. she continues to rub her thighs together, even biting her lip in her sleep. you tilt your head, looking at her with curiosity, and then everything clicks:

she’s having a sex dream.

a small laugh leaves your lips and you rest your hand against her cheek while her features etch into a familiar expression of bliss while her breaths get shakier. you watch with interest, curious and honestly pretty very turned on by the way she’s squirming; it’s different than her usual riled-up self, a little more needy, almost—compliant?

“y/n— i, i mean— miss, sorry miss…” she says under her breath, but loud enough for you to hear. your brows raise and you look at her with surprise.

miss?

there’s a blatant moan that leaves her mouth and her bottom lip trembles a bit. “p-please, please miss, i’ll be a good girl for you… please…”

“holy shit,” you mutter, watching your girlfriend rut her hips up and lean her head back slightly. “oh my god?”

something about this momo makes your own hips move up involuntarily and your top teeth trap your bottom lip as they subtly bite down. your hand finds itself inching down to momo’s thigh, and your thumb rubs small circles against the skin below where her shorts end; momo groans at the contact.

your middle finger finds its way in between momo’s legs and lightly grazes against the cloth covering her heat—it’s damp, no, it’s soaked.

“fuck,” you sigh, “bet you feel good in that dream, yeah?”

“y/n, please…”

before you can touch her where she needs it—before you can touch her properly as she sleeps, not just a feathered touch—momo jerks and sits up, groaning then rubbing her eyes. she turns so that she’s sitting like you; legs dangling off the couch and back facing the cushion behind her. she sits up properly while she recovers from her quick nap; and her tremendously appealing dream.

her cheeks grow even warmer when she sees the hand that is still in between her legs. “w-what, what are you doing?” she stutters, flustered from the dream and how wet she is.

you chuckle and decide to tease her just a bit, “were you having a sex dream about me?”

momo pauses, eyes widening. she chokes out a response, “i um, well, yeah… was i—”

“you called me miss, what’s with that?” you ask, watching her whole body tense up and eyes dart away from yours.

momo shakes her head then rubs her eyes, shifting away from your spot on the couch. you’re not going to take that as a response.

you lean closer and place a chaste peck to her jawline, then mutter in her ear, “c’mon, you seemed like you were enjoying your dream, it was cute.”

“y/n i—” she starts, shivering when your lips graze her earlobe and your breath hits it suddenly. “it’s just a dream i mean, i just—”

“too scared to admit something babe?” you laugh, “it’s okay if you want to bottom, not judging ever. actually, i’d be more than happy to switch roles y’know. i wanna make you feel like that, can i?””

your hand snakes around her waist and slides under her shirt, the feel of your skin on hers makes her breath tremble. momo whines when your lips tease her jaw again.

“it’s stupid, y/n, really.” momo tries, “it was just a silly dream.” she argues. your girlfriend inches away from your touch and starts to stand, you catch her by the wrist and grip it firmly.

“not so fast momoring.” you say sternly, looking at her with a quirked brow. you stand up swiftly and push her down onto the couch, standing in front of her now and looking down, eager for an answer. “you’re going to tell me what you were dreaming about.”

momo looks up at you and something about how helpless she looks turns you on more than you’d like to admit.

“words momo, use your words and tell me. you can do it, yeah?”

her hips subconsciously shift when you say that, and she continues to avoid your gaze, frantically looking around the room, the floor, and anything but you. her unusually timid self makes you laugh at the sight of her—sleepy and bashful, also pretty turned on from the way her thighs rub against one another—and then you use your hand to tilt her head up so she faces you.

“words, or i can stop what i’m doing, you want me to stop?”

“no, please no.” momo responds almost immediately and unintentionally—she said without thinking—almost as if she were out of breath. you laugh in response, tucking her hair behind her ear. “it’s just… embarrassing…” she adds.

“just tell me about it and we can make your dream a reality, yeah? seemed pretty good from the way you were moaning my name, baby.” you tease, “now, speak up.”

momo hesitates for a moment, looking at you and folding from the sultry voice you talk to her with, low and alluring. she darts her eyes away quickly and then returns to the burning eye contact. she gulps lightly, then starts to speak with a trembling voice,

“i um, you… i,” she clenches her jaw before starting again, surprised at how she’s obeying to you so easily. “first i was on my knees—for you—in the bedroom.” she looks down quickly, jaw tensing when she cringes at her words. her mind is a mess and her heart beats at an abnormal pace, but she’s way too turned on to turn back now.

you snicker, “were you now?”

“yeah.” she admits. your hand slides to her neck and your fingers play with her hair subtly, she continues, “and… you told me to call you miss and ma’am—which i did do—and, fuck this is really embarrassing y/n, it’s all stupid, really—”

“ah ah, keep going.” you say in amusement, breaking the eye contact so you can look at how her lip’s part and jaw tighten.

“you took care of me,” momo finally says, “really well.”

“yeah? want me to take care of you like in your dream?” you ask, and she nods eagerly.

you smile proudly at how brave it was to admit this to you, and you’re glad because holy shit did it sound intriguing and as her girlfriend, you have to make her dreams come true.

you bite your lip while tilting your head slightly, then simply say— no, you order: “bedroom, come.” and momo follows you when you start to walk towards the shared room, feelings of excitement flowing throughout her body. there’s no way her sex dream is about to come true.

the door closes behind you and you turn to see your girlfriend standing there nervously, looking at you eagerly with a lust-filled, yet anxious stare.

you take a step forward and her breath quivers, you smile at the sight. “down on the bed, sit.” you order, momo listens competently and does as she’s told. “good girl.”

now with that remark momo feels her tummy do a flip and her pussy throb, the way you say it with that low, seductive voice kills her. it makes her knees weak. you walk up and trace your finger up her neck, and with the way her muscles contract subtly when she tenses up, you can tell she’s already sensitive and on edge. it’s ironic seeing she’s the one who usually has you like this.

“now tell me more about your dream, give me the full details.”

“i told you, you made me feel good… y/n please, it’s embarrassing—” momo is cut off when you harshly hold her face up, her cheeks being squished by your fingers when you do so. a low whine escapes her lips and she grips the sheets, looking at you with puppy eyes that make almost make you laugh.

“god you’re pathetic, so shy it’s almost annoying. now, miss or ma’am from now on, since you’re being so incompetent.” you scoff. “when i tell you to do something you do it. got it?”

momo nods quickly.

“and now i’m telling you— no, this is an order: tell me about your dream, momo.” you say sternly, and momo gulps, looking at the desire and lust in your eyes.

she’s not used to this side of you, not used to this bossy type of y/n and it’s making her wetter than she had anticipated. momo hesitates and tries to maintain eye contact with you, but it’s hard.

“sorry miss,” she says in the cutest voice ever, so desperate, so obedient. you could get used to this.

for the most part, you’re being so stern with her because it’s really fucking hot seeing her like this, seeing her fold under you so easily when you’re the one who’s usually in this position. you also need to know more about her dream because one: how will you know what she really wants from you, how you can please her to the best of your ability. two: you want to know more of what’s going on in that dirty little brain of hers., what fantasies you’ve been unaware of.

momo cannot believe she’s submitting so easily to you, and there’s no escape from this confrontation of her little sex dream. so, she does what she has to, what you ordered her to do—all because she’s a good girl, your good girl.

“my wrists,” she begins, struggling to recollect the memories from her dream due to how flustered she is. momo can feel her cheeks literally burning, and the way your eyes drill into hers does not help her state right now. “they were tied with the black tie i wear to work and i was naked, you were touching me, ruining me.” momo locks her eyes with yours and her brows give in, relaxing as she fully gives herself to you with that helpless, needy expression. “i was being good and you said i was a good girl too, yours. you left me a mess, left me crying.” and after saying all of this, after recollecting the memories from her very enticing dream, she musters up the courage to ask, “can you take care of me like that? please?”

her pride and whatever embarrassment she had from earlier is out the window at this point; now the only thing she wants is you to ruin her, she doesn’t care how flustered she’ll be after this, the only thing taking over her is the hungry desire for your care and touch. just like that damn dream of hers.

you smile, satisfied with this more detailed answered. “of course baby, as long as you’re good for me.” you assure, cupping her cheek and letting her ease herself into your palm. “you can do that, yeah?”

“yes ma’am.”

“good.”

you take your hand off her cheek and she whines lowly, earning a small chuckle of amusement from you. turning around and taking a few steps, you reach for where momo hangs her work tie on the hook drilled into the door, then grab the fabric hung on it. you wrap it around so that it’s resting around your neck untied. momo watches you attentively, focusing on the way your hips sway subtly, eyes the way your fingers play with the fabric as you walk back to her.

“clothes off.”

“yes, ma’am,” momo responds, quickly taking off her t-shirt and shorts. you bite your lip when you see her nipple just barely poking at the thin bra she has on, leaving a small—yet noticeable—small bulge in the fabric that covers her breasts. your eyes run down her body, pleased to see the damp fabric that’s darkened by her arousal, which paints a smirk on your face.

“you’re so pretty baby, i’m gonna ruin you, ‘kay?

“yes, please, do whatever ma’am.” she says, hands gripping the sheets to contain her eagerness. “i’m all yours.”

“i’m glad you know your place.” you mutter before placing your hand on the center of her upper chest, just under her collarbones. you ease her into lying down onto the bed—making her shift over a bit so her shoulder blades press against the headboard—and straddle her. “my good girl.”

to be completely honest, you’re not one hundred percent sure where you’re going with this, and really, you’re using what momo does to you against her, she’s better at this dominance thing than you are. your first instinct is to close the distance and kiss her, locking your plump lips against her soft ones. your girlfriend whines into the kiss, hands desperately clawing at the exposed skin that isn’t hidden by the crop top you have on. she lets you take over and lead the kiss, following your lips when you decide to linger and then pull back half an inch or two. she’s desperate for your touch and whining each time you tease her, it’s amusing.

you start to suck at the skin on her neck, earning a choked-out groan from momo and a string of curses when your hands start to add stimulus by rubbing circles down on her inner thigh. you pull away from her skin and gaze at the artwork you’ve left on her neck. momo looks at you with the neediest look you’ve ever seen; it’s incredibly tempting and makes you want more.

“so cute.” you mumble. momo sighs, resting her head against the headboard before you press another kiss to her jaw. your hands slither to around her back and your fingers unclasp the navy bra she has on, it falls down around her, leaving the top of her body uncovered. “i’m gonna ruin you.” you say, almost as if it were a promise; a very dirty promise.

you kiss her deeply again, letting her chest squish into yours as you do so and she’s so sensitive that the small amount of contact makes her groan weakly.

“mommy, please… need you, please” her voice breaks slightly, so desperate for attention her sensitive tits that push against you. what she calls you catches you off guard, and it even takes momo by surprise, it just left her mouth on accident. she pauses in place after processing what had slipped past her lips, quickly backing down from embarrassment and her voice shakes when she catches herself, “i-i didn’t mean to say th—"

“shh, shh baby,” you assure, growing needy yourself from what slipped from her lips. “miss” and “ma’am” were already hot enough coming from momo, but “mommy?” holy shit that made your head spin, and it’s the last thing you would’ve thought you were into—but now you’re sure you’re into it after hearing her say it like that. undoubtedly, it’s undeniable that you’re into all of this.

“be patient baby, mommy knows what she’s doing, ‘kay? i’ve got you.”

momo lets herself relax again knowing that you don’t mind her slip-up—one that made your pussy pulse severely—and she lets you make your previous marks darker, you make sure it’ll take at least a week for them to fade away.

you’re pretty new to all of this, new to being in control, the new title you’re being given, this momo; everything is all so thrilling and you fucking love it.

finally, you decide to give momo what she wants, she’s been so obedient and patient, you might as well be generous.

“sit up for me princess, hands behind your back.” and momo does exactly what she’s told just like the good girl she is.

you pull the tie off of your neck and hold it with both hands, bringing it over momo’s head and behind her so you can wrap the tie around her wrists, restraining her hands with a secure knot when you finish tying. now momo’s completely under your control, and her hands are all tied up, meaning you can do whatever. it makes her cunt pulse so badly and she desperately needs you to ease that.

you start by pecking her lower neck sensually, then you start planting kisses down to her breast and eventually latching your mouth onto it. momo moans immediately—and very loudly—as soon as your lips make contact with her sensitive area. your tongue abuses her nipple, swirling around it while you suck and stimulate her; momo might cum just from this, and she’s baffled at how sensitive she is for you.

she shivers when your hand slides up her torso, twitching when your fingers graze along her abs. she continues to moan, it’s more of a whimper at this point from how fucking delicate she is, and she can’t do anything about the overwhelming sensation due to her hands being unable to grip at your skin or hair.

you pay attention to the other tit, giving it the same treatment as you did with the other: sucking on it, swirling your tongue around, leaving marks, and making her breath stutter. momo’s back arches as you leave a trail of kisses down her abs, whining strangled “mommy’s” and begging you to fuck her good.

she’s lightheaded when you press your fingers against her panties, and when you slip them off she whimpers pathetically; it’s adorable.

momo sighs desperately, pretty much begging every time she says something coherent. “a-ah, p-please mommy i’ve been good…”

without warning your lips clasp onto her pussy, and momo’s wrists strain against the tie wrapped tightly around them. she twitches when you eat her out, your nose pressing to her clit every now and then while your tongue fucks her into oblivion. momo tries to hold back her orgasm, i mean, you’ve only toyed with her tits so far and you’ve been eating her out for the past (what momo thinks, though her mind is really fucked right now) thirty seconds, and her breath is already erratic.

“m-miss, fuck, m-mommy p-please i-im—"

her attempt to hold back her climax fails when you suck on her clit and she feels herself shudder as she cums into your mouth. her thighs close around you and words twist at her throat; she practically sobs as you lap up all her arousal. you look up and catch the way her tummy quivers when she breathes, the way her head rests against the headboard while she collects herself.

when she looks down, she looks at your eyes peering back into her own, lust filled and lidded.

“you sound so pretty all riled up baby.”

a smirk finds its way to your lips and you trail back up her body with kisses, making your way back to your chest. before you indulge into her sensitive tits again, you decide to be a tease and brush your fingers over, they spring back into place from how hard they are and you smile. you flick them and momo lets out a choked-out moan. then, you make her scream by suddenly pinching the hardened bud between your fingers, you like this helpless momo. she’s unable to do anything about your teasing and touching. you place hand in between her thighs and two fingers run up and down her folds, teasing her entrance while you kiss her lips hungrily.

she struggles to kiss you back properly, distracted by the sensation down at her core. when you pull away she whimpers, then moans when you stick two fingers in. her head leans into you and she groans into your skin breathlessly, “m-mommy, agh keep going… so good miss, fuck,”

“mommy making you feel good?” you ask, and she nods against you, making you smile. “my pretty girl, so good for me just as she should be.”

you plunge into her harshly, fingers making contact with the sweet spots of her walls that make her bite into your shoulder. at this point, her wrists are going to have crimson marks from how much they’ve been pushing and struggling against the fabric that restrains her.

her breath grows heavier and tears start to form from how overwhelmed and sensitive she is, the word “please” is repeated at least ten times as you fuck her relentlessly. she’s quick to cum again after you thrust into her with your fingers again—this time pretty harshly, the top of your palm abusing her clit as you do so—which makes her back arch dangerously and tears roll down her cheeks, her flushed, hot cheeks.

holy shit. you think, looking at her state. her face is rosy, her pussy is already starting to swell, and tears form in her eyes again; she looks so goddamn pretty like this. you want her sobbing.

without warning, you shove two fingers back in and momo yelps, her body jerking from the sudden pleasure.

“w-wait, m-mommy— ‘s too much—”

“shh shh baby, i know you can take it. you’re a good girl right? gonna take it for mommy?”

momo closes her eyes tightly and catches her breath. she nods, then responds with a strained voice, “anything f-for you,”

“good girl.” you say, and you decide to push her limits a bit, adding a third finger to her battered, swelling pussy.

this is what has tears flowing down and despite the sobs, momo doesn’t want it to stop; she’d cry even more if you were to take your fingers out, if you were to stop abusing her core with those fingers of yours. her mind is so foggy, everything starts to get dizzy and you simply watch your girlfriend squirm and lose herself from your touch.

“so much, ah— m-mommy ‘m gonna cum, c-can i cum? please? please let me…” she begs.

“of course you can sweetheart, mommy is going to take care of you, always.” you assure, kissing her cheek and tasting the slight saltiness from her tears. “cum for mommy, yeah? you’ve been good.”

your fingers move in and out of her cunt with a sharp rhythm and curl at the spot that earns the loudest lewd noises. her breath hitches again and a knot forms in her stomach. she groans, cries, and whines—all at once, somehow—and you feel her walls tighten around all three fingers.

momo cums and a loud cry—practically a scream, one that might have your neighbors asking what’s going on—escapes her, the loudest of the night probably. her hips jerk up, she twitches, and tears fall onto her collarbone and chest. she falls limp against the headboard when you take your fingers out and her breath is still heavy, but she recollects herself.

with your thumb, you wipe away a few of her tears and kiss her incredibly swollen and red lips softly. she whines quietly into you as you do all of this, you caress her neck and help her relax after her overwhelming climax.

you pull away and admire your girlfriend: flushed cheeks, puffy lips, pink nose, and dampened cheeks from the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing down.

you undo the knot of the tie tightened around her wrists and throw it somewhere to the right. momo brings her—now free—hand up to her face and wipes her tears away, sniffling lightly. you smile at how adorable she looks; she’s all ruined and littered with deep red marks all over her neck, body, and inner thighs.

“c’mere.” you mumble, settling yourself beside her. you put out your arms and momo weakly leans into you against your chest, you pull the (now slightly dampened at the bottom) blanket over yourselves.

“was i good?” momo asks genuinely. you smile and kiss her forehead, then push her hair out of her face.

“more than good, you did great.” you assure. momo moves her head so that it’s situated in the crook of your neck, and she kisses it softly; a small giggle leaves your lips. “did you always have dreams like this?” you ask.

“once,” momo mumbles, “i woke up in the middle of the night from it last week, but that’s it. only that dream and… earlier…”

“would you have told me about these dreams if i didn’t catch you sleep-moaning?” you say teasing her with the last part of your response.

momo thinks to herself for a brief moment, then says, “i don’t know, it’s embarrassing.”

“no, not at all.” you say, “i didn’t know you had a mommy kink—i didn’t know i had one.”

“me neither… it just, slipped out.” she says, “ugh, this is so embarrassing, stop.”

you laugh and kiss her head. “well, i liked it a lot. you clearly liked it too.”

“uggghh.” momo groans.

“c’mon, am i wrong?”

momo pauses for a bit.

“no.” she responds.

you decide to leave momo alone and give her a little breather after fucking her to tears and teasing her about her newfound kink. you massage her scalp and feel her fully relax into you, her eyes close and she kisses you one more time.

“momoring, before you sleep.” you mumble, she hums. “can we do this again?”

she responds quickly, “please.”

you giggle and smile again, pressing her naked body closer to you and closing your own eyes. momo is glad that her dreams came true, and she hopes there are more dreams like these that can be fulfilled in the future.

#miinatozakiii #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice smut #kpop smut #twice #hirai momo #momo twice #momo smut #momo x reader #hirai momo x reader

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allwaswell16 · 3 months

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A One Direction fic rec of fics where the main pairing is versatile in bed and both top/bottom (or as we say in this fandom they kind of share that really) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🔄 And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint

(E, 158k, canon) Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.

🔄 Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc

(E, 99k, Will & Kate au) Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

🔄 Have Love, Will Travel by @kingsofeverything

(E, 97k, road trip) Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

🔄 Been Together Since Way Back When by @alivingfire

(E, 95k, established relationship) the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

🔄 taste on my tongue by bethaboo / @bethaboolou

(E, 77k, reality tv) Take Louis. Take Harry. Add in a heaping cup of sexual tension. Another cup of delicious (and not so delicious) food. A smidgen of competitive spirit. A dash of hopes and dreams. And you get Kitchen Wars, a TV show that promises to be the must-watch event of the fall.

🔄 Now you know me (for your eyes only) by nadinecestmoi

(E, 77k, famous/famous) harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

🔄 After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 71k, historical) In an attempt to garner extra protection for his clan, Harry sets out to mend his father's past wrongs and ally with their neighbors to the west, Clan Sutherland. Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses.

🔄 Teach me how to love by @perfectdagger

(E, 70k, fwb) The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

🔄 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, mystery) Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry.

🔄 best kind of bad something by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze

(E, 40k, established relationship) Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

🔄 Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) by @hellolovers13

(E, 20k, only one bed) Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad.But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

🔄 Can I just be the same? by Star_Henderson / @tommosgun *

(M, 17k, vampire) Harry is a two hundred year old Vampire with no one in the whole world and Louis is the kind hearted stranger who comes into Harry's life bringing something that Harry had missed. Love. But Harry is forever running, can Louis be the one to change all that?

🔄 I Still Find You Lovely by @angelichl

(M, 16k, one night stand) In which Harry goes to a bar in search of a bloke with an air-conditioned flat.

🔄 Salt and the Appetite by @sadaveniren

(E, 14k, bdsm) Harry, a popular BDSM blogger, writes a negative review about Louis’ club. Louis wants to have a chance to make it up to him.

🔄 getting yourself wet for me by me_her_themoon / @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(E, 10k, secret relationship) frat boys take on watersports

🔄 Just For Me by iwillpaintasongforlou

(E, 9k, Posh/Becks au) Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.

🔄 Going Green (so fucking green) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright *

(E, 5k, pwp) Harry just really loves being used, and Louis really loves Harry. Who is he to deny him? Or: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle but make it BDSM

🔄 Switching the positions for you by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(E, 4k, omega Louis) the omegaverse AU where they decide to try a completely new position in bed

🔄 From the Dining Table by @littleroverlouis *

(E, 3k, established relationship) Harry's thirtieth birthday hasn't gone as expected. Things start looking up from the dining table.

🔄 Eager To Please by @enchantedlandcoffee *

(E, 1k, pwp) "Ah, ah." Louis tsked disapprovingly, the younger boy's actions immediately halting. "You want to be a good boy for your Daddy, don't you?"

- Rare Pairs -

🔄 honey, we should run away by narryblossom

(M, 18k, Niall/Harry) It’s… kind of nice, actually. But being a nice house doesn’t take away the sting of what Harry’s done or what he’s asking Niall to give up by moving there.

#weeklyficrec #1dficvillage #1dsquad #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hltracks

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 months

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Very cool and unique 1957 mid-century modern in Los Angeles, CA. 3bds, 2.5ba, $4.995M.

The large entrance hall has orignal black slate floors.

Kind of a moody room. I hesitate to call it a sun room b/c even though it has 2 walls of windows, it's got a dark look cast from the gray floor and dark ceiling.

However, here it is with overhead lights. It's a very versatile room where you can set a mood. Beautiful big fireplace really shows up in this photo.

In this room, there's a round bar in the corner and a large stone fireplace. I love the plum retro wallpaper and matching plum paint.

Closeup of the wallpaper and bar. This is so retro.

The kitchen dining area has wonderful built-in storage. The walls are papered in coordinating retro wallpaper.

Huge kitchen. Love how the cabinets make a sort of room within a room.

The cabinets are original and so are the yellow laminate counters.

This is interesting- tucked in this area of the kitchen is a separate laundry area.

The guest powder room has a counter, plus wonderful turquoise fixtures.

The primary bedroom is spacious and has floating built-in night tables, plus a sitting area alcove.

Behind the bed wall there's this wonderful vanity.

This original bath has a gray sink.

Yikes, look at how deep the drop down to this tub is. I don't know if I could climb out of it.

This bedroom has a nice big corner desk.

Another nice bedroom. I would fill this house with color.

Look at how deep these 2 blue sinks are.

Love the blue tile in the shower.

Look at the nice big white desk in the corner of this room.

Oh, wow, beautiful patio has a hot tub and pool.

Love the mural here. I wonder if there was a fireplace or oven in the bricked up area.

Even though the house is on a hill, there are still gardens to stroll thru.

This must mean that you can see the famous Hollywood sign from the house. The lot is 1.44 acres.

https://www.redfin.com/CA/Los-Angeles/5835-Green-Oak-Dr-90068/home/7129580

#mid century homes #MCM architecture #houses #house tours #old house dreams #home tour

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The Hero is Finally Doing my Sidequest

The party was four people, but there were twelve of us all told. Kyper was the leader, the protagonist, the Chosen One, our assigned hero, so he was always there with his sword in hand and cape swirling behind him. Gendin was a big, blocky guy with thick armor, a heavy shield, and an incongruous little kitchen knife that couldn't have been longer than six inches. Merrith was the party's cleric, light and shadow coming from the hoop on top of her staff, a second-rate healer but with a high amount of versatility.

There were a handful of people that usually occupied the fourth slot. Cardi was an archer, always there if the party was going up against fliers. Terrent was an elemental mage, mostly used to counter affinities. Against humans, it was usually Dennin, who was a skulk-thief, unless they were mind-controlled, in which case it was Tathia, who could use her martial arts to take them down without killing them. Occasionally someone who wasn't even on the roster would join up for a time, but usually not more than a day or two.

Where were the rest of us, when the four members of the party were doing their thing? Good question.

I had the sense of being there, but could never place myself. After the fact, if asked, I would say things like 'we fought the wyvrens', but if you asked me what I had done -- which no one ever did -- I would have been puzzled and unable to explain, even if I was able to recount the blow-by-blow of what the party had done, every sword stroke, every claw against shield, every shout that lingered in the air. Where was I? There, I suppose. I must have been. I traveled with Kyper, didn't I?

Whenever we stopped to rest, I was much more clearly present. Kyper would always make his rounds, and he would always speak to me, and I would feel warmth in my chest and the small hairs raising on my arms. There was something electric about him. We all felt the pull of him, and it was hard to hold back a flirtateous tone -- for me, the rest of the girls, and a few of the men. Kyper liked to give gifts, even if they were small, and whenever we broke to rest that became a part of his visits. At first it had been things I didn't know what to do with, a little acorn or one time a live frog, but on one occasion he gave me blueberries, and I had blushed and asked if he was sure. Every time after that, he had blueberries on hand for me. They reminded me of my childhood and summers spent in the hinterlands, though I never had occasion to tell him. The gift was always the same, but it never stopped giving me a warm, fuzzy feeling. He had noticed my reaction and then gone out of his way to give me something I liked, and it was that, more than the blueberries or the summer memories, that made me blush every time.

In the scheme of the world, I was special. I had been born from a crystalline fragment of a god that had fallen down to land in the woods, and been raised by the Winter King as the Lightning Princess. I had power that most people could only dream of: I could run across water without getting wet, twist myself high up into the sky, clap like a thunderbolt, and glow with pale blue arcs of electricity.

In the scheme of the roster, I was dirt. I could fight in the air and at range, and I was the fourth best person at both those roles. I could use the lightning coursing through my veins to resuscitate people in a pinch, and I was the worst of the five of us -- Barbarelle could bring a person back healthier than they'd been the day before and with their clothes repaired to boot. I could take a hit, but not that many of them, and I could fight, but not as well as the others. We were each supposed to have our niche, but I had none. Maybe that was my role, to be the all-arounder, jack of all trades and master of none, but if that was it, it was a role that consigned me to eternally sit on the sidelines.

Was I actually there for any of it? I thought about that a lot. It might have been that I only existed in those moments when Kyper was talking to me or giving me another handful of blueberries.

There was one time the team had to split in two, when we became separate parties of four attempting to achieve two mission objectives at the same time. I watched as Kyper made the parties. I wasn't on either of them. One party went north to the shield generator, while the other party went south, to the castle walls. Where was I? Both places. Neither. No one ever talked to me about that experience. I never mentioned it to Kyper. I think it was then I realized that I would never have anything to do, that my life would exist only while resting in inns or at campfires, and then only to get blueberries.

Eventually I stopped believing that I would somehow make the party. I stopped hoping for it. I was growing stronger the more we adventured, and every now and then I would find myself in a new outfit I didn't remember picking up with a collection of throwing stars that was sharper than the ones that had come before, but it was all irrelevant.

Someday, Kyper was going to complete his quest. Maybe I would know who I was then. Maybe I would be there, for one last party, before the team dissolved. I no longer had illusions that he was going to make me his wife.

And then, as it seemed like we were about to go after M'ok Tannid the Ancient and bring about the end of prophecies, I found myself standing in my hometown.

I looked with shock on the thatched-roof cottages and the fir trees that had been bent by the wind. The smell of smoke reached my nostrils, birch in the fireplaces, a faint whiff of meats being preserved. I knew this village, Thanholm. I had been here with my father, before his illness.

"Is everything okay, Titania?" asked Kyper. He was looking at me with a furrowed brow.

I looked back at him. He was looking at me. Gendin was beside him, looking at the village, and Merrith was adding yet another carving to her staff in that bored, disinterested way she seemed to do everything.

There was no one else.

I was in the party.

"I ... this is my home country," I said.

"Oh," said Kyper, seeming relieved by this for some reason. "Well you're going to be our guide then, okay?"

"Okay!" I said with an enthusiastic bark I didn't feel.

We walked into the town together, the four of us, my first time in the party since we'd met. I felt the ground beneath my feet, the wind in my hair, and the lightning in my spine. I was real, whole.

Whatever happened next, I knew I had only one goal: I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could.

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c1phyb4ra · 1 year

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𓆩Ghost NSFW Alphabet𓆪

Pairing: Ghost x afab!reader

⟬Hi hi, I just spent most of my shift working on this haha. My requests are open so feel free to spam it. Hope you enjoy!⟭

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

❧ He can't fall asleep easily so he'll take care of you and clean you up. Do you wat a snack? A drink? Some cuddles? You got it. He'll hold you closely, his natural body heat enveloping you like a warm blanket.

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

❧ Simon probably has no love towards himself. His self esteem is practically none existent. If he had to chose though, he'd go with his hands. His large hands dwarfing yours, his hands caressing your body, his hands fingering you. Hands are just so versatile that he finds some appreciation in it.

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

❧ He likes to cum on your tummy, and inside you (as long as you're on the pill or have plan b at hand, he doesn't want children anytime soon. Maybe one day if you are willing to.) He feels like finishing inside of you is like a connection of both of your natural secretions. Your DNA and his mixing together as you lay there connected like two puzzle pieces.

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

❧ While he doesn't like to mix his work with his personal life with you, he still lowkey wants you to call him lieutenant in bed. Also cockwarming. He really wants to but he doesn't want to bother you with his own desires, so you'll have to bring it up first.

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

❧ Not very experienced. He's had a shag here and there but he struggles to feel comfortable with people enough to be tha exposed. He has an insecurity of not being able to get it up because of how closed off he is to people, but that's not actually a problem when he's with you. You always get his motor going.

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

❧ Good ol' missionary does the job, he loves being able to see your fucked out face. Loves to kiss any tears of pleasure away. Eye contact during this also has him desperately rutting into you as you share a living yet intense pleasure filled gaze. Although he also likes to do the pretzel dip position to mix things up. He's always open to trying new ones though.

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

❧ He's already a very stoic person as it is. Plus his jokes aren't the best. (Ex. "There are two fish in a tank, one turns to the other and says 'y'know how to drive this thing?'" Yes that's a canon voiceline.) So no jokes from him. He's focused in the moment and on pleasing you. No room for terrible jokes.

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

❧ He keeps it neat. Not completely clean shaven but he does prefer to have it trimmed.

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

❧ Soft and sweet. He's a gentle giant with you instead of the deadly killing machine he is on the field. He'll softly run his calloused hands over your body, committing your entire body to memory as he lovingly fucks you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

❧ He doesn't do it particularly often. His sex drive is always suppressed when he's on the field so it's rare for him to take a moment and touch himself while thinking of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

❧ Major body worship lover. Both giving and receiving. Total praise kink, even the most innocent of compliments or encouragement can get him going. Pet names too.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

❧ The bedroom where he feels the safest with you, knowing that you two are alone with you love. Although he does enjoy taking you over his desk, the kitchen counter, and the dinner table.

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

❧ Compliments, light touches, caressing his face or kissing his scars from bullet/stab wounds, or wearing his clothes. Little things like that makes everything seem so real to Simon that he can't help but want to take you right then and there.

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

❧ Anything that'll leave you bleeding or in pain. He can't bring himself to hurt you even if you want him to. When he leaves cruises from being a little too rough, hell always apologize despite you reassuring him that the bruises didn't bother you and that you actually liked them. Knife and gun play are out of the question, he do set want to see such cruel objects next to his lover.

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

❧ This man is a GIVER!!! Maybe it stems from his deep rooted fear of not being good enough or failing, but he just gets so much more turned on where he's between your legs, using his fingers and tongue to tease you.

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

❧ While he can be rough, he likes to take his time with you. He loves seeing your face as he slowly thrusts, his large cock lovingly stroking your slick velvety walls.

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

❧ He doesn't mind them as much as he thought he would. He enjoys being there to give you pleasure anytime you want. Although he definitely prefers proper bedroom sex, he's okay with giving you a quick fuck.

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

❧ He's okay with it, and is always open to new ideas as long as the don't involve anything dangerous. The first time you sat on his face had him addicted so he's more open on trying new positions.

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

❧ He's a highly skilled as trained solider, part of his aptitude test to join the SAS was testing his stamina and endurance. He can go for as long as you need to, so in the end it's up to you.

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

❧ He never had any interest in them until you came along. He'll accompany you to an adult store and see what sort of thing you could try. He liked when you used a bullet vibrator on his dick, while peppering it with kisses. He's also definitely used a remote control vibrator on you while your doing normal things like cleaning.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

❧ He enjoys seeing your blushing face as you beg for him to touch you, hold you, fuck you. He'll of course oblige but he'll take his sweet time, wanting to get you exited for what's to come. (Pun intended)

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

❧ He's quiet yet he'll let out the prettiest whimpers when he's feeling especially vulnerable. For the most part though, he'll be groaning or grunting. He also growls in such an arousing manner.

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

He has a folder full of pictures of you going about your daily activities. They're for the most part normal (pictures of you baking, walking in the grocery store, eating, sleeping, all taken consenually) and he'll look through that folder when he's feeling depressed. It awalsy makes him so happy to think of you just existing. He has some raunchy photos too, (your face as you cum, his fingers knuckle deep in your core, your body covered in his gentle love bites, etc). On the rare occasion he does masturbate, he'll be using these photos to help get him off.

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

❧ Look at the size of this man. He's gotta be a solid 7.8 inches when soft, and 8.2 when hard. It's gonna be a bit on the thicker side too. His tip is always a pretty shade of pink, and the vines running along the side of his cock are sensitive. Ghost has a weapon of pussy destruction, tbh. You can see the bulge through his jeans even when soft. Takes a lot of foreplay to prep you, but he still uses lube just to he safe. After a while though, you'll get accommodate to his size.

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

❧ Very low when ok deployment, but when he's back home with you the first few days will he very active. You'll be getting dicked down every day and sometimes twice in one day. Although he'll calm down after a bit and just focuse on taking you on dates or loving you in other gentler manners.

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

❧ His insomnia and paranoia make it hard to sleep so he'll stay up after you've fallen asleep and watch over you, until he dozes off.

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shinestarhwaa · 9 months

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YEOSANG NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

He's very gentle and will hold you until you fall asleep together.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

Loves your lips, the way they form an 'o' when you feel good, the softness against his skin... he is obsessed.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Yeosang will love to come inside you, make you his. Especially if you'll let him without a condom ( creampies for days right @anyamaris )

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Yeosang is kinkier than you'd expect. Some may think he's always gentle and soft but he's got a thing for BDSM stuff.

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

He has some experience, not a lot but just the right amount.

F - Favourite position

He loves missionary so he can see your face but he loves it even more if you get on top and set the pace.

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

He's not really goofy in the moment, I think he'd be quite serious.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

He's very neatly trimmed most of the time, sometimes he'll shave all, if he's not busy.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

He's very passionate and will try to make big romantic gestures with it too.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

I think he's average in this, about 3 times a week I'd say. But he might be secretive about it.

K - Kink

As I said, I feel like he'd have a (light) BDSM kink. Nothing too extreme but he'd like to put you in pretty lingerie, collars, leashes & harnasses. He might wanna tie you up too.

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

He'd prefer the bedroom, as I think he's secretive about his sex life but if there's no one around he'll bend you over in the kitchen.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

When you try not to scream he'll definitely work harder to make you actually scream his name.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

I think he might be open to many things but he wouldn't wanna do any extreme kinks.

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

He's more of a giver, he loves giving oral and he could spend hours between your legs fr.

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He's both but more on the sensual than the rough side, but he's quite versatile so he'll do whatever feels right in the moment.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

He likes quickies because he likes to challenge himself, see if he can make you cum in under a few minutes.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

He will experiment with several kinks etc. but I don't think he'll like to be too risky.

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

He lasts quite long, for about 3 rounds I'd say, but he doesn't go on for THAT long very often.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

He'll use toys together with you if you're in for it but he does not use them alone.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He's a subtle tease like Jongho, a gentle touch, a smirk, an open blouse...

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

He's not too loud usually but near his climax his volume picks up and he grunts and moans out your name.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

"That's it baby, that's it," he grunted as you rode his cock. He tugged on the leash, yanking you forward. You fall onto his chest and inhale his musky perfume as he grips onto your ass and fucks up into you.

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

I think he's average, maybe a little bit over average? I think he's got more length than girth.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

His sexdrive is average, probably does it 2 or 3 times a week. He thinks it's important to be intimate without the sex part as well.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

He will fall asleep quickly, but only if he knows you're okay and you're safe in his arms.

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sims-dynasty · 1 month

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sreegs · 1 year

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this started out as a short rant about non-stick cookware but i've got an infodump about cookware in general and suggestions for what's the most useful vs the least useful in the kitchen. the thing about cooking is you can do a lot with a little equipment, despite appearances to the contrary. however the vessels you cook in are the most used tools in the kitchen, aside from a chef's knife

ok, first my little rant about non-stick cookware:

it doesn't last, and that's the main flaw of non-stick cookware. whether it has a non-stick coating or it's a special material that is inherently non-stick (at first), eventually they wear down and the non-stick benefits you bought the pan for pretty much disappear.

that isn't to say non-stick cookware is not useful. I have one non-stick frying pan in my kitchen and I use it to cook eggs and other things that are notorious for sticking. i also use it to reheat leftovers just because it's easier to clean. that's all i use it for

so, if you're in the market for cookware because you're moving out or just finally getting a kitchen of your own, do not go buying all non-stick pots and pans. sauce pans, skillets, stock pots (the big pots you use for soup), sauté pans, etc, those actually need your food to stick in some cases, especially for soups and sauces. why's that?

it's about the fond. example: when you're making a soup you usually start by sautéing solid ingredients in the pan first. those get browned and they leave a bit of slightly-burned foodstuff on the bottom of the pot. that's called fond. it's super concentrated savory flavor. right before you add the stock to the soup, you "deglaze" the pan by adding a little bit of liquid to the bottom of the pot and gently scraping it off and integrating it into the soup. fond is also like the basis of all sauces and stews and gravies pretty much anything else you're cooking

where should you buy cookware? obviously you can always buy new, I suggest buying direct from the manufacturer if you really want new. you can also find good cookware at garage sales.

if you have access to them, restaurant supply stores have cheap cookware but it's also made to be beat to death in a commercial kitchen. it works just as well as the stuff aimed at the consumer because, well, metal pans are metal pans. it's not rocket science. but there is cheap bad cookware in the restaurant supply store so shop carefully

so what kind of cookware should you buy? here are options i recommend, but not in any particular order:

stainless steel

stainless steel pans are versatile and they last forever. they work on the stovetop and they go in the oven too. so not only can you use them to fry up some veggies, you can also use them to roast a beast in the oven. they're easy to keep clean, though they eventually get a patina especially on the bottom. use dish soap. the easiest way to get tough spots off them are gentle abrasives like Barkeeper's Friend. these range from cheap to expensive, and some of the expensive ones are worth it (but not too expensive. like $100-200 range for really nice ones. remember, they last forever, so it's like a one-time fee)

good stainless steel pans should be heavy. if you're out shopping for them, pick them up and compare how they feel. if you spot a really cheap one and it feels light like a non-stick pan, avoid it.

carbon steel

these got popular lately, and frankly i don't have too much experience with them since the one i had ended up being left behind in a move. however they're totally fine to work with and are easier to maintain than a cast iron pan. however they sometimes come with wooden handles (a lot of them are wok-shaped because, well, a lot of woks are carbon steel), so remember you can't put wooden-handle pans in the oven. also since they're thinner they're probably not as good for the oven as other materials in terms of both performance and longevity

taking care of them is a little harder than stainless steel, because after you wash and dry them, you have to coat them in a thin layer of oil to prevent rusting

cast iron

okay first i want to get the cleaning bit out the way: YOU CAN WASH YOUR CAST IRON PANS WITH DISH SOAP. that bullshit about only using salt and water and never getting soap on it is from an era when soaps were made of lye. MODERN DETERGENTS ARE NOT MADE OF LYE, THEY'RE NOT EVEN SOAP. HOWEVER: DO NOT SCRUB YOUR CAST IRON WITH METAL SCRUB SPONGES

now about cast iron itself: it's cheap and it's a long-term investment. your cast iron gradually becomes a non-stick pan over time if you maintain its seasoning. a cast iron pan becomes seasoned naturally over time as long as you wash it soon after it cools down from cooking (don't ever leave food or water in it, it will rust), and after it's clean, you cover it with an extremely thin layer of cooking oil.

you can re-season cast iron that has lost its seasoning too. i don't want to turn this post into a cast-iron infodump post so i'll leave it to you to google "how to season cast iron pans" and "how to maintain cast iron pans". just remember the "don't wash it with soap" line is bullshit unless you actually have dish soap that contains lye, like where'd you get that?

these are also great for cooking in the oven as well as the stovetop. their high-density and dark color make for good heat distribution. a lot of people swear by cast iron as the best material to sear meat with, however i never really noticed the difference between cast iron and stainless steel.

enameled cast iron

le creuset can sit on it and spin. don't buy their shit it's overpriced. enameled cast iron is much more affordable from companies like lodge who already make cheap, good, regular cast iron pans. it's a cast iron pan coated with ceramic. enameled cast iron is really good for even heat distribution, however you do have to be careful not to chip it. it may also, despite your best efforts, just wear down over time because ceramic isn't as wear-resistant as metal.

enameled pans can go in the oven as well.

non-stick pans

only buy one (1) non-stick pan. make it a frying pan or sauté pan. and do not spend a lot of money on it. like $40-50 tops. i've seen $100+ non-stick pans and i think someone made those as a joke. it's a grift. you will be replacing it on a semi-regular basis depending on how often you use it.

if your non-stick pan uses a coating, if it starts flaking it's time to get rid of it. those ceramic non-stick pans you just gotta toss it when they lose their smoothness

that's it. post over. go cook. if you have any questions send an ask

#cooking #pans #non stick pan #rant #infodump #life advice

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half-oz-eddie · 8 months

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Steve and Billy have enjoyed their usual Valentine’s Day traditions over the past few years, until Billy introduces an interesting challenge that brings out the best in them and their competitive nature.

18+ 4.5k words relevant tags: Roleplay, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Rough (Oral) Sex, Sex Games, Orgasm Control/Delay/Denial, Top/Bottom Versatile Billy, Top/Bottom Versatile Steve, Vibrators

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Every year, Steve planned an extravagant Valentine’s Day with Billy.

This year, they planned a double date with Robin and Heather—just a simple and fun-filled afternoon of food and drinks before returning home to relaxing evening with takeout and movies.

But…Billy had a little twist in mind.

“Hey, Steve?”

Steve looked up from his breakfast plate, smiling at his beloved.

“You know what would be fun?”

Steve waggled his brows. “Morning sex in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, but I had a different idea.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“What if, for 24 hours, you couldn’t say no to anything I asked of you?”

Steve snickered, returning his attention to his breakfast and coffee. “I already do everything you want, Billy.”

“Not like this, Steve. It’s different.”

“Different how?”

“Because I’ll make it a challenge.” Billy grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes. “C'mon Billy—“

“Aw, what’s wrong, Steve? Can’t handle a little 24 hour challenge?” Billy sneered.

“I can handle it! You’re not as impossible to deal with as you think Billy.”

Billy leaned forward, licking his lips. “So’s that a yes?”

Steve met his eyes with determination. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

They continued eating their breakfast with Billy occasionally glancing over at Steve, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Steve glanced up, wiggling his brows at Billy. “You plotting on me?”

Billy darkly chuckled. “Course I am. You almost done?”

Steve shoveled his last few bites and pushed his plate away. “Mhm.”

“After you do the dishes, can I get a massage? With a happy ending?”

He finished off his coffee, nodding. “Yeah—“

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Billy waved his finger. “You say ‘yes, my king.’ Got it?”

Steve sighed. “You serious?” He mumbled to himself, scoffing. “Okay, fine.” He smiled, immediately changing his tone and forcing a smile. “Yes, my king.”

Billy smirked, sliding his cup and plate to Steve. “Thanks, babe. I’ll be upstairs waiting for you.”

Steve hurried with the dishes and tidying the kitchen, then made his way upstairs to Billy.

He smiled at his naked boyfriend, sprawled out comfortably across the duvet.

“Took you long enough.”

“Don’t you like living in a clean house, baby?”

Billy nodded. “'Specially when I don’t have to do any of the cleaning.”

“It’s your lucky day, then, isn’t it? Because the dishes are washed, counter’s scrubbed clean and now, you have my undivided attention.”

Billy beckoned for Steve to come nearer.

Steve grabbed a lotion bottle from atop his dresser and walked over to the bed.

Billy watched excitedly as Steve squeezed a generous amount of lotion into his hand and rubbed it between his palms to warm it up.

His body trembled when Steve’s soft hands caressed his chest, giving his nipples a teasing moment of attention before making his way down to his hips, gently rubbing them and making Billy’s legs jump.

He squeezed out more lotion and massaged Billy’s left thigh, his pinky gently grazing his balls when he massaged between his legs.

Billy spread his legs wide, softly moaning as Steve made his way down to his calf, gently tending to his foot, then moving up his right leg.

Billy’s cock was hard and dripping. He wanted his happy ending already.

“Turn over, baby. Let me take care of those tense shoulders of yours.”

“Mm-Mm.” Billy cutely shook his head.

“C’mon.” Steve goaded, gently rolling billy over.

Billy buried his face in the pillow, moaning as Steve vigorously massaged his shoulders, causing his body to move against the bed, his cock rubbing against the silk sheets.

He squeezed the lotion directly onto Billy’s back and kneaded into his tense spots, earning a loud moan from him.

Steve lovingly tended to Billy’s body, enjoying the feeling of his skin on his fingertips.

He moved down to Billy’s soft, plump asscheeks, rubbing them and spreading them, hardly able to resist the urge to slide inside him.

Steve slowly slipped a finger in, relishing in the beautiful sound of Billy’s pretty whimper.

He rubbed his finger against his prostate, offering the gentlest but thorough massage as Billy poked his ass out, begging for more.

To Billy’s dismay, Steve pulled his finger out too soon, continuing to massage his body, making his way down his legs.

He finally turned Billy back over, his swollen, dripping cock staring right at him, pleading for a sweet release.

Steve wordlessly obliged, generously slathering lotion on his hands.

Billy let out shaky breaths, his nails digging into the duvet cover as Steve’s hands grew nearer and nearer his cock. He whimpered and twitched when Steve’s big strong hands finally wrapped around his cock and he gently massaged him.

He twitched wildly in Steve’s hands, dripping all over his fingers.

Billy’s whimpers became weak moans and his back arched off the bed.

Steve stroked faster when Billy bucked his hips and began fucking his hands.

Billy gripped the duvet tightly, moaning Steve’s name, impatient to cum between his palms.

“Make me cum!” He demanded.

Steve did as told, making Billy’s cock spill all over his hands. “You did good baby.” He complimented, milking his cock as it twitched. “So fuckin’ good.”

“That massage felt like you were teasing me.” Billy pouted. “I was so hard.”

“All that excitement got me worked up. D’you think we could, uh…”

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Steve groaned. “Are you seriously gonna make me jerk off in the shower?”

“No, I promise I’ll make you cum.”

“When?”

“After my shower, pretty boy.” Billy replied, offering a chaste kiss before heading to the bathroom. “Don’t even think about touching your dick until I come out.”

Steve quietly sighed. “Yes, my king.”

Steve glanced at the clock. It was almost time to get ready for their double date with Robin and Heather.

Billy finally resurfaced from the bathroom, smelling like sweet strawberries.

“There you are. We have to get ready to go soon.”

“I’m mostly ready.” He said, dropping his towel and mounting Steve.

Steve’s eyes widened with excitement as he reached over onto the night table and grabbed lube and eagerly lowered his pants.

“You want me?”

Steve nodded emphatically. “Yes, my king. I always do.”

Steve pulled his cock out of his pants and generously lubed himself up, desperate to fill Billy’s hole.

“Not so fast, babe.” Billy stopped him.

He rolled Steve’s shirt up and rested on his abs, moving back and forth, pretending he was riding Steve’s cock.

“B-baby…” Steve moaned. “I’m horny.”

“Is your hand broken?”

Steve hated himself for agreeing to Billy’s torture game. Why did he think this would be so easy?

Steve stroked his own cock, imagining he was fucking Billy, as Billy pretended to straddle his cock.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, my king.”

Billy moaned, bouncing up and down faster.

Steve stroked himself more vigorously, reaching a hand onto Billy’s waist, whining when it was swatted away.

“No touching.”

“I need you.”

“Yeah? You want my hole, pretty boy? Hm?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…” He groaned. “Yes, my king.”

Billy let the tip of Steve’s cock tease his hole, a loud moan escaping Steve’s mouth. He was utterly desperate to put it inside.

“You want me bad, don’t you?”

Steve was close to an orgasm, nodding as his eyes rolled back. “Y-yes…yes, my king.”

“Don’t you cum without me.” Billy demanded, his hand grasping his own cock.

Steve watched as Billy jerked himself off.

“Like what you see? Does it turn you on to know your bottom wants to cum all over you?”

“Shit. Yes, my king.” Steve heavily exhaled.

Steve promised himself he would make Billy pay in full for forcing him to have to imagine fucking him in his favorite position.

Still and yet, all the teasing was hot and Steve was nearing his peak.

“I’m gonna cum.” He said softly, gazing at his beloved as he continued to straddle him.

“Move your hand.”

“Fuck…yes, my king.” He obeyed, gasping loudly when Billy slid down onto his cock.

He groaned as he filled Billy’s hole with his cum, unable to last for a single thrust.

Billy’s own orgasm followed, as his cock sputtered cum all over Steve.

He watched in adoration as Steve licked it off his bottom lip.

“Having fun? 'Cause I know I am.” Billy smiled.

“Yes, my king, I always have fun with you.”

“Yeah?” Billy leaned down and kissed Steve, before lifting himself off of his cock and heading to the bathroom. “Guess I gotta get cleaned up again. Let’s go, pretty boy.”

The couple got cleaned up and started getting dressed for their double date with Robin and Heather.

Billy hugged Steve from behind, kissing his shoulder.

Steve smiled as Billy’s loving hands explored his body.

“What’re you doing, baby?”

“I got something for you to wear.”

“You did?”

“I was gonna give it to you when we got home, but that was before we started this challenge.”

“Aw, baaabe, you didn’t have to.” Steve cooed.

“It’s no problem. Now, close your eyes, pretty boy.”

Steve closed his eyes as Billy opened the drawer and took out a remote controlled vibrator. He slyly eased down Steve’s briefs and slicked up the vibrator with lube before sliding it into Steve’s tight hole.

Steve let out a loud moan as he bucked forward and gripped the dresser handle, nearly breaking it off.

“I love that sound.” Billy whispered, kissing Steve’s back as he pulled his briefs back up.

“W-what’d you…”

Billy flashed the remote and winked at Steve.

Steve chuckled dryly. “You’re gonna make me wear this to lunch with Heather and Robin? Seriously?”

“You can always say ‘no’ and lose the challenge.”

That wasn’t happening. Steve still wanted the opportunity to get back at Billy next time, so he had no other choice but to see this through.

They glared at one another challengingly.

“Not backing down, huh?” Billy broke the silence.

“Not a chance.”

“Good.” He nodded approvingly. “Let’s see if it works.”

Billy turned the vibrator on, activating the highest setting.

Steve nearly fell to his knees, almost pulling the dresser down with him.

“Control yourself, Steve. This is all your fault. You don’t let me use your hole often enough and now you’re a fucking mess.”

“T—“ He heaved. “Take it out and fuck me right now, then. S-since you have so much to say.”

Billy laughed. “No way. We’re gonna do this my way. Now, get dressed. We don’t wanna make our friends wait.”

Billy decided to be merciful and drove them to the restaurant. Steve wouldn’t stop squirming in his seat every time Billy turned the vibrator on for a few seconds.

It was hilarious, and torturing Steve was fun, but in hindsight, if he drove, he probably would’ve killed them.

When they reached the restaurant, Heather and Robin were leaving their car with the valet service. Billy followed suit, tipping extra upon receiving the promise that the parking valet would be extra careful with his Camaro.

They were escorted to their table where they engaged in some casual small talk. It had been two weeks since they last saw each other and they were elated to spend time together.

They ordered strawberries and creme appetizers because Billy and Heather loved finger food. For different reasons, but…reasons, sure.

Billy picked up the buttery, strawberry, cream and honey topped cracker, holding it to Steve’s lips. “Open up. I know you must be hungry.”

Steve glared into Billy’s eyes. He knew he was up to something.

“I said…open up.” He softly demanded, discretely turning on the vibrator and causing Steve to grip the side of his chair. Steve opened his mouth slightly, accepting the sweet treat into his mouth.

Billy leaned in, dangerously close, kissing the side of Steve’s mouth. “It tastes good. Wouldn’t you agree, babe?”

“Y-yes, my king.” He whispered back.

“Want me to turn it off now?”

“P-please.” He stammered, fighting to maintain his composure in public.

“No problem. Wouldn’t want you to…cream your pants.” He slightly backed away, smiling at the weakened Steve. “You’re doing so good, though. I love you.” He praised as he turned off the vibrator.

Steve let out a sigh of relief, smiling at Billy. “I love you too.”

“Ugh, you two are so disgusting.” Robin scoffed.

“Get a room. We don’t need to watch you two eyeball fucking each other.” Heather added.

“What, we’re not stopping you ladies from eyeball fucking.” Billy smized.

“I could stare into your eyes all day.” Robin said to Heather sighing wistfully. “If only I didn’t have a…complicated relationship with eye contact.” She chuckled awkwardly.

Heather bit half of her appetizer and offered the other half to Robin. “Now, remember what I told you, sweetie.”

Robin nodded as she chewed. “I know, I know. My quirks are perks.”

She was rewarded with Heather’s pretty smile.

“Aww, look at that. It’s not eyeball fucking, but it’s definitely something.” Steve told Billy, who nodded in agreement.

“Shut up, dingus!” They spat in unison.

They had a lovely time together, ending their double date with a walk through a botanical garden exhibit that was opened for Valentine’s Day. They parted ways in the late afternoon, both couples eager to get home and enjoy some private, quality time together.

Billy continued to taunt Steve with the vibrator during the ride home.

By the time they reached their house, Billy was excited to learn that Steve’s briefs were damp with precum.

“You’re a mess, Bambi.” Billy told him as he undressed.

He pulled Steve’s briefs down, exposing his cock, then exposed his own. “Wanna sword fight?” He taunted, rubbing his semi-hard cock against Steve’s rock-hard dripping, twitching, tortured cock.

Steve shuddered. “I-I-want��something different.” He whined.

“Yeah? Tell me, Steve.” Billy grasped his neck, rubbing against Steve more deliberately as his own cock hardened.

“P-please, baby. I-I wanna fuck you o-or…m-maybe you’ll give me a blowjob…s-something. I’m begging.”

Billy backed away and stared at Steve, unamused. “Kneel, then.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re begging, then get on your knees and beg me.” He demanded, turning on the vibrator.

Steve moaned as he fell to his knees before Billy. “Please, my king, please let me fuck you! Please.” He begged, his hands clasped and his pretty brown eyes wide and desperate.

Billy was incredibly turned on by those doe eyes and the way Steve’s voice cracked as he pled.

“Open your mouth.”

Steve reluctantly complied, his eyes widening as Billy unexpectedly shoved his cock down his throat.

“You taste that, princess?” He said with a moan. “This’s how excited you made me.

Steve did his best to endure the harsh throat-fucking, gagging and choking on Billy’s rock hard cock.

“You wanna fuck me?”

“Mhm!”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm!”

Billy pulled out of Steve’s throat, allowing him to catch his breath. He wordlessly moseyed over to the bed, sprawling out and motioning for Steve to join him.

Steve stood promptly, discarding his clothes and pouncing on Billy.

Billy offered him lube, which he snatched with urgency, slathering it all over his cock.

Billy’s smug smile twisted as he moaned, when Steve pinned his legs and rammed his cock deep inside his hole.

Billy slid his rough, calloused hands across Steve’s back as his long, hard cock made its way in and out of him, precum sputtering from both of their tips.

Billy tried to sneakily grab the vibrator remote, only for Steve to pin him down harder and push the remote onto the floor.

Billy grinned as they glared at one another.

“You…son of a bitch.” Billy’s breath hitched in his throat when Steve delivered a deep, rough thrust.

“Don’t try to distract me.” Steve whispered in a husky, dominant voice that sent shivers down Billy’s spine.

He bit his lip, watching as Steve moved in and out of him, sweaty bangs bouncing on his forehead.

“Feels good?” Steve asked.

Billy answered with an emphatic nod.

“You’re always so tight for me.” Steve moaned. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”

Steve slowed down his movements, stroking Billy’s cock as he thrusted into him.

Billy gripped the sheets, feeling lightheaded and euphoric from Steve’s touch and his long cock sliding against his prostate.

He was so damn close and it felt better than ever before. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” He demanded with a sweet whine.

Steve was weak in the knees for Billy’s whines. “I’m too close, baby, you make me feel too good.” He groaned, his cock spilling out inside him. “Shit.” He whispered to himself.

“Keep going.” Billy demanded. “You’re still hard. I can feel you.” He contracted his muscles, squeezing Steve’s cock.

“B-baby, I gave you everything.” Steve sighed out.

“I want more.”

Steve couldn’t say no. It was forbidden. He continued to thrust, his entire body trembling as he fucked Billy to the best of his ability.

“Make me cum.” He ordered.

Steve gave it his all. Limbs weak, body turning to jello, he held himself up on his shaky arms and gave Billy the best thrusts he could.

Billy could feel Steve’s trembling, but he was so turned on by his perseverance, that he couldn’t help but neglect it.

“You fuck me so fuckin’ good.” He praised. “Jesus, fuck, Steve!” Billy cried out his name over and over and over until he came with a loud groan.

Steve delivered a few more harsh thrusts before plopping face down onto the bed and catching his breath.

Neither of them were able to move, and eventually fell asleep, their legs intertwined.

Billy woke up to an empty bed and the smell of pizza. Challenge or not, Their romantic night in was still on.

Of course, Billy would find a way to hassle Steve one way or another.

“Hey, sleepy head. Finally awake?”

Billy nodded. “I’m sticky.”

“Yeah I bet.” Steve replied with a chuckle. “Want me to run you a bath or something?”

“You gonna wash me up, pretty boy?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, my king, of course.” He answered flatly.

“You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”

“Your pizza’s gonna get cold.”

“I’ll eat it in the tub.”

“What?! What if you drop it?”

“What if you drop it?”

Steve folded his arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You can wash me up and then feed me pizza while I soak my legs. They hurt from you pinning me down earlier.”

“Oh, do they?”

“Mhm.” Billy dramatically threw himself back onto the pillow with an elongated sigh. “I don’t even think I can walk to the bathroom. You might need to carry me.”

“Aw, poor baby.” Steve said sarcastically. “I’ll go run the water for you.”

Steve ran the water and dropped in one of Billy’s favorite ocean blue bath bombs in the tub. He returned to Billy’s side and lifted him bridal style.

“Ooh, you’re so strong.” Billy complimented as he swung his legs like an innocent damsel being rescued from distress.

“Shut up, stupid.” Steve laughed.

He set Billy down in the bathtub and offered him a rubber duck, chuckling when Billy narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t want a rubber duck, asshole.” He splashed water onto Steve.

“Hey! You’re getting the floor wet!”

“So clean it. Then you can clean me up.”

Steve sighed, mumbling to himself as he cleaned up the water before returning his attention to Billy.

He scrubbed Billy’s body and massaged his cock until he orgasmed.

They shared a kiss, tounging and kissing, and tounging and kissing until Billy tried to pull the fully-clothed Steve into the bathtub.

Steve broke away with a laugh. “I hate you sometimes. I’m gonna go get your pizza.”

Billy mischievously smiled, sticking his tongue out at Steve. “Don’t take too long, princess.”

Billy chose a movie and made himself and Steve some ice cream sundaes. Normally, that was Steve’s date night task, but Billy wanted to do a little something special for his pretty boy.

After watching a second movie, Billy checked the time. “Well, we’ve still got a little over 11 hours left. Think you can handle it?”

Steve scoffed. “It’s almost bedtime. This is the easy part.”

“Is it?” Billy grinned.

Steve’s smug smile faded quickly. He knew that grin on Billy’s face like the back of his hand. “What did you do? What are you planning?”

“I put caffeine pills in our sundaes.”

“You did what?!”

“Bet you weren’t expecting that one, huh?!” Billy broke out into a fit of laughter.

Steve sighed. “You’re insane. I’m in love with an insane person.”

“C’mon, y’don’t wanna spend more time with me?”

“We live together!”

“Let’s play a game.” Billy shifted the subject.

Steve sighed. “What game, Billy?”

“It’s called ‘hide and come get it’ ready?”

“How do we play?”

Billy stripped down to his underwear as Steve looked on in confusion. “Why’re you staring so hard, Bambi? Like what you see?”

“Always, my king.”

“I’m gonna set a timer for 10 minutes, then I’ll go hide. If you find me, you can do whatever you want to me. If you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you until your ass is sore.”

“Fair enough. I grew up in this house. I know every hiding spot.”

“In the dark?”

“Huh?”

Billy rushed around, turning out all the lights, then returned to Steve’s side. He set a 10 minute and 30 second timer on Steve’s phone and handed it back to him before racing off again.

Steve stared at the timer, waiting for the 30 seconds to pass.

He paid close attention to the sounds in the darkness. He could hear Billy stomping up the stairs with loud, heavy steps.

“So he’s upstairs…this is gonna be easy.” Steve assumed.

In the last 10 seconds, he heard 3 doors slam out of the 4 doors upstairs. He figured Billy was closing the doors to throw him off, while he hid in the remaining room.

3…2…1…Go!

Steve turned on the flashlight and headed upstairs. The bedroom and guest room doors were shut. That only left the bathroom.

He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the light and swung the shower curtain open.

“Nah…this would’ve been too obvious.”

He decided to check the closed bedrooms. Billy wasn’t in their room, nor was he in the guest room.

Steve checked the timer. 6 minutes left.

“Shit! He did this on purpose so I’d waste time!”

Steve sped back downstairs, scrambling to the kitchen first, then to the living room. He checked the pantry, the closets, even the fridge.

He groaned when the alarm went off. He was out of time.

He returned to the living room, growling in annoyance when he found Billy sprawled out naked on the couch.

“When did you even come back in here?!”

“I was behind you the whole time. You’re so stupid.” Billy teased.

“You’re supposed to stay in one place in hide and seek! You cheated!”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Billy waggled his finger. “We were playing ‘hide and come get it’ which is a totally different game.”

“Oh my god.” Steve threw his head back.

“I already got the lube, pretty boy. Bend over.”

“Jesus, no foreplay?”

“I thought chasing me was enough foreplay for you.” He said as he slicked up his hard cock. “Come sit on the throne.”

Admittedly, Billy was right. Steve did love a good chase. He even enjoyed chasing Billy in the early stages of their relationship. So Billy’s little game was chaotic, but also rather nostalgic.

Steve of course, obliged, holding onto the back of the couch as Billy rammed his cock in him.

“Mm, I love fucking you.” Billy grabbed Steve’s sides, fucking into him from below as Steve met his thrusts, bouncing up and down on Billy’s rock hard cock.

The caffeine pills must’ve been bullshit because Steve was already feeling worn out.

“Don’t give out on me now, pretty boy.” Billy said as he tossed Steve over the back of the couch, shoving his cock inside him once more.

He wrapped his hand around, jerking Steve’s cock as he thrusted into his tight hole.

Moans escaped them in unison. Billy’s cock twitched and sputtered precum as Steve whimpered his name.

“God, you sound so fucking pretty when you call out for me. Say my name louder.”

Steve shouted Billy’s name.

“You like when I pound your ass, princess?”

“Yeah, fuuuck yeah!”

Steve’s moans and praises sent Billy over the edge. He whined as Steve’s tight ass squeezed all the cum out of him.

He slowly pulled out and made Steve plug his own ass with a finger.

“Don’t let any drip out before we get you to the bathroom.”

Steve chuckled. Billy was such a menace, but he loved that about him.

They lied in bed in amicable silence, having already kissed each other Goodnight.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“One more round?”

Steve quietly chuckled. He still couldn’t refuse, and one more round turned into two more rounds before Billy finally fell asleep.

Steve was so pleased with himself for making it through all of Billy’s games. He just hoped Billy wouldn’t spring something wild on him in the morning before the 24 hours was finally up.

Billy groaned when the sound of the alarm pulled him out of his sleep. He opened his eyes to an empty bed. He went to the bathroom before finding Steve in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Good morning, baby.” Steve greeted.

“Morning.” Billy smiled as he sat at the kitchen island, admiring Steve as he plated his food.

“You’re so sexy when you do that.” Billy complimented.

“Do what?”

“Anything.” Billy smirked.

Steve softly giggled, his cheeks kissed pink.

“C’mon. Sit with me. I need your company.”

Even without the challenge, Steve wanted nothing more than to join his beloved for breakfast.

They ate together, chatting and flirting, reminiscing about Valentine’s Day.

“I know I gave you Hell yesterday, but you really took on the challenge. That makes you so fucking sexy.”

“Oh yeah? I better get the same energy from you when it’s my turn.”

“I can handle anything you throw at me, pretty boy.”

“Hm. We’ll see.”

Once breakfast was over and the dishes were clean, they spent some more time enjoying each other's company.

“We’ve still got a little time left.”

Steve nodded. “Saving the best for last?”

“I’m kinda out of ideas. I didn’t expect you to make it through the first few hours.” Billy admitted.

Steve snorted. “You underestimated me.” He leaned into Billy’s face.

“I suppose I did. Wanna kiss me about it?”

“You know I do.”

Steve closed the distance between them, and shared a loving kiss that eventually led to a quickie in the kitchen.

They got ready for work and Steve agreed to drop Billy off.

“I did it! I won! And I got you to work early.” Steve smiled cheekily.

“Yeah, yeah, good job.” Billy leaned in for a kiss goodbye. “Love me?”

“Yes, my king, of course I do.”

Billy smiled. “Challenge is over, babe. You don’t have to say that anymore.”

“I know. But I meant it.”

Billy’s smile widened and he leaned in for another kiss. “Love you too.”

“Have a good day.”

Steve let out a sigh as he watched Billy head into work, a sinister smile creeping upon his lips when he began plotting his revenge, for when it was his turn to challenge Billy.

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