#Wordplay as foreplay

[t4toro]

i think i’m gonna b sick i gotta lie down…

[postman-0741]

Bennett returned to his place in the Victory, and it was only Frank who welcomed him with a smile, instead of Michael.

[buttercupmistymoon]

[semperama]

Omg, I wrote Pinto! For @zjofierose's birthday <333 and for my own agonies. Thanks for an excuse to go back in time and to distract myself, bb. Hope you had a great day!

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I'll be in town in a couple weeks, Zach had texts him. Let me take you out for an early birthday.

He didn't mention he was coming for a Spock thing and other various business obligations, but Chris is long past caring about things like that. They've been on opposite coasts for over a decade now, so he's used to them being ships passing in the night, stealing moments together where they can. They'd been apart for Zach's birthday, but Chris sent a card. Last year, he doesn't even remember. Before that, there was a whole-ass pandemic. Yeah, Chris is happy to take what he can get.

It feels like old times when the doorbell rings and Chris opens the door to see Zach standing there, one ankle crossed over the other, hands shoved deep in his pockets, sporting yet another bad haircut. Chris smiles so wide his face hurts as he goes in for a hug. "Hey, man," he says in Zach's ear. Such an inadequate greeting, but he squeezes tighter to make up for it. "It's good to see you."

"You too, Pine," Zach says as he pulls away, their jaws scratching against each other. "Where do you want to go?"

Chris had grand plans. New restaurants he hasn't been able to take Zach to yet. A great bar he knows Zach would love. But suddenly...

"Actually, how do you feel about staying in?" Chris says on impulse. Suddenly, the thought of sitting in a crowded Hollywood bistro, having to crane forward to hear Zach over the noise, doesn't sound so appealing. "I know a place that delivers."

Zach raises an eyebrow, but, to Chris's surprise and relief, he doesn't argue. As he steps across the threshold, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and waves it at Chris. "Fine, but I'm buying. I said I would."

They end up out back by the pool, cross-legged on the deck chairs plastic containers full of pasta on their laps. Zach kicked his shoes off, and Chris can't stop looking at his bare feet, the hair on his wrists, the way his mouth moves when he talks--little details he didn't realize he knew so well and missed so much. Being with Zach is like wrapping himself up in an old blanket, comforting and cozy and familiar. He can feel something inside himself settling. He has to keep swallowing against the unnamed emotions that threaten to block his throat.

"I know you said you didn't need dessert," Zach says when they're done picking at their food, "but it's not a birthday without something sweet."

He unfolds himself from the chair, and walks inside, then emerges a moment later with another take-out container, this one filled with tiramisu. Chris laughs, delighted. "You know the way to my heart, I see."

"Always," Zach says, his smile going soft. He sets the container down on the little table between their chairs, and then digs into his pocket and comes out with--incredibly--two birthday candles and a lighter.

"Asshole," Chris says, and Zach chuckles as he carefully places the candles, then lights them one by one.

"I'm not going to sing, for both of our sakes," Zach says, "but you have to make a wish."

Instead of sitting down on his own chair, Zach sits down next to Chris and reaches across him to pick up the tiramisu, hold it steady for him. Chris closes his eyes, still grinning, and silently makes his wish: More nights like this. More time with Zach. Zach's hand settles on his back, and Chris lets the moment linger for a while, commits it all to memory, then purses his lips and blows.

Zach doesn't move, even when the candles are discarded. They lean shoulder to shoulder and pass one spoon back and forth, taking one sweet bite at a time until they get down to the end.

"Last bite is for the birthday boy," Zach says, scooping it onto the spoon and holding it out.

Chris can feel his face burn. "It's not my birthday yet," he says, but he leans in anyway and closes his lips around the spoon, lets himself savor it. When he looks up, Zach is watching him, his eyes dark, and it seems simple enough to push Zach's hand away, palm the back of his neck, and kiss him.

This is far from the first time he's kissed Zach, but it's been a while, and the last time didn't taste quite so sweet. Last time was a goodbye, Chris thinks. More bitter than sweet. And maybe in an hour or a day or a few days, this kiss will turn into a goodbye too, but for now, he wants to pretend wishes come true.

"Stay here tonight," he says. The empty plastic container goes clattering to the deck as they turn into each other, Chris tugging Zach's belt loop.

"Yeah," Zach breathes, "yes," and licks into Chris's mouth. He tastes like coffee and whipped cream and home.

[so-make-the-moon]

Zachary Quinto acknowledging Christopher Pine in the year of our Lady 2024?

[bigfeelingsdyke]

ethan peck for a future Out! mag interview when they inevitably ask him to describe the color of paul wesley’s eyes: 1. olivine 2. Chartreuse liqueur 3. The deep end of the pool (after it’s covered in algae)

[voldiebuns]

Happy Pinto de Mayo, beans!!

Hope you're all having a wonderful day on this most sacred of holidays 💜

[kerryco]

Zach’s Down Low and Chris’ Dungeons and Dragons are both premiering at SXSW. Can we dare to hope for photos of them together?

[t4toro]

Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto at WonderCon 2009

[postman-0741]

How to keep a cat?

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋, Shoto Todoroki x Eijiro Kirishima Friendship

Genre: Fluff, Sex, Friendship, NSFW

CW: MDNI!, discussing sex, foreplay, p*rn, hickies

Shoto Todoroki doesn’t really get sex until he gets it.

He loves you and knows you want to do it…so naturally he does research. If there’s one thing Shoto is good at, it’s mastering a subject

When Kirishima loses his virginity, he lets Shoto ask him questions. They sit late into the night at the library, reviewing and analyzing Kirishima’s 30 minutes of action. Shoto takes notes and in that straightforward way of his, asks for Eijro’s opinions on positions, foreplay and hickies.

“Did you perform oral sex on her? Is the female anatomy confusing?” He asks, causing Eijiro to go red in the face. Eijiro nods yes to both. “It took a few minutes, but once I got into it, I figured it out pretty quickly!” He says earnestly. Shoto scribbles down a reminder to Google some detailed diagrams of the female body when he gets home.

 “Foreplay is super important, because girls need to, like, warm up before they’re ready to bone.” Eijiro adds, motioning for Shoto to keep taking notes.

“I didn’t know that.” Shoto blinks, surprised. To be fair, he had never really thought much about sex until you’d brought it up a few months earlier. He knew the rudimentary mechanics from middle school health class, but had never wondered what went into the act beyond the basics of reproduction.

“Shoto. My dude. This is going to be harder than I thought.” Eijiro puts his face in his hands. “How does someone our age have little to no knowledge about sex?”

“I wasn’t interested in it until now.” Shoto says flatly. “But now that Y/N wants to do it, I want to, too.”

Eijiro stares at Shoto thoughtfully through his fingers. “That was a pretty chivalrous response.” He admits, lifting his head from his hands. “You just want to make your girl happy, I can get behind that. But Shoto – if you don’t want to have sex, you don’t have to. Enthusiastic consent is key to solid intimacy.”

“I really want to do this.” Shoto says insistently. “I don’t really understand what all the hype is about, but I want to try it with y/n. I want to feel close to her that way. And maybe once I do it, I’ll understand.”

“Alright, man. Then I’ll help you. Consider me your Sex Expert. Your Sexpert!” Kirishima grins at his witty wordplay.

Shoto looks at him skeptically. “Haven’t you only had sex once, though? How much of an expert can you possibly be?”

Kirishima deflates. “I don’t see anyone else out in the library at 11pm giving you sex advice!”

“True.”

“So let me teach you what I know.” He says sagely. “Just call me your Sex Sensei!”

Shoto snorts out a laugh. “Pass.”

“Fine, be like that. Regardless, you are now my student. I will shepherd you into the next phase of your sex life with chivalry and grace.” Eijiro is really getting into the bit now. One look down at Shoto’s nervous face pulls him back down to Earth. “What’s wrong?”

“This is a lot. What if I’m bad at it? And what if y/n hates it?” Shoto closes his notebook and looks pleadingly at Kirishima with his mismatched eyes. “You’ve got to help me.”

“Calm down, man. It’s really not as big a deal as you think! And I’ve already committed to being your Sex Sensei, so we’re going to see this through together.” He motions for Shoto to open up his notebook again. “Now let’s start with the basics – have you ever watched porn?”

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I'm working on a longer fic to really dig into this exploration for Shoto! I love the idea of Kirishima being such a bro and trying to help his friends however he can. I also LOVE the idea of Kirishima fucking someone once and believing that makes him the resident expert on sex.

[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Partner Age-Difference Preferences (Peaky Blinders HCs)

Gn!Reader x Various (Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael)

A/N: suggestive language, toxic masculinity, toxic relationships, discussion of age-gap relationships, the reader is 18+ in all scenarios.

Tommy:

Prefers same age, won’t refuse a younger partner. Tommy has tried being with older partners but found they wanted too much control. And by “control,” we mean an equal part in the relationship. Tommy wants to have two worlds to live in, his world in business and his world at home. Partners his own age/younger tend to tolerate that more. Either they understand what he needs, or they are too naive to see it.

There is a power dynamic that he’s attracted to as well. A same aged partner will debate with him, but not shove him the way an older partner might. Wordplay is a turn-on for him, it’s really foreplay. Even the exchange of barbed comments can get him going. You could be certain that you’re in an argument with him and slowly it melts into an intense bout of eye-fucking that ends up with you naked. A younger partner is perfect for him to put on a pedestal and protect. If you can stand up to him and keep up with his mind, that’s even better. But don’t expect him not to use your age against you if you actually try to have an argument with him.

With a younger partner, Tommy will accept at maximum a ten year age difference. Occasional lovers can be a bit younger, but not by much. By Series 5 or 6, however, Tommy could go to twenty years age difference.

Arthur:

Doesn’t want to admit it, but most women his age feel inaccessible to him. Really has no preference, but most of his partners are younger due to them not immediately identifying that he can’t be changed. And that’s the cruel thing about it all. An older partner has seen people like Arthur and know that they have to accept him as he is or leave. Other partners might not. Which leads Arthur to greater heartbreak.

Unlike Tommy, he will put his partner on a pedestal regardless of age. Whoever you are, he will deify you based only on your choice to love him. Nobody’s ever chosen him before. You must be special. Saintly. An angel. He’ll feel that way even after you leave him. This would likely be most distressing for a younger partner. Arthur is emotionally volatile and immature. He won’t fully understand that the way he clings to you is abusive. He won’t. Not unless you commit to educating him on that, or really, making an ultimatum with him. Threatening to leave him is the best way for him to change even slightly.

Arthur doesn’t have a true preference for age, but he would not be with someone more than fifteen years younger than him. There’s something about feeling like he could be their father that just immediately turns him off. Fifteen feels safer, somehow.

John:

He’ll say he likes them younger because that’s the thing all men say, right? Really, he wants either a partner his own age or older. A partner that knows what they want and know what To Do when they’re alone in bed with him. Also, an older partner might just make him feel… safe. Ideal age difference with an older partner can go as high as ten years.

John does fairly well picking up younger partners for a night of fun, but he’s self-aware enough to know he can’t make a life with them. He has children, he has a drinking problem, he’s a boy in a suit with a gun. John knows this about himself and he wants to grow up. He wants to be stable. John can’t see that happening with a bouncy young thing he met at a pub.

John never wants to look like he’s not the boss in his relationship. Even if everyone can see that you’re the leader, he won’t admit it. The truth is, John is rather immature. Even a partner that’s his exact age is likely to feel older based on that. Unless you are also immature, you’ll find yourself having to be The Adult a lot of the time. Which embarrasses him, but he won’t change quickly. He’ll just put on his angry face and stomp his feet until you make it up to him.

Michael:

Has tried to be with partners younger than himself and found it just wasn’t what he wanted. Hates to say it out loud, but he actually prefers an older partner. Call it Mommy/Daddy issues, but he wants a partner that he can impress. He wants to prove his worth to you constantly while also having you on his arm as a sort of trophy.

In the case where his partner is older, his ideal age difference would be between 3-8 years give or take. Nothing extreme on paper. That’s not to say Michael wouldn’t be attracted to someone older than that, the 3-8 mark is just his go-to answer.

Like John, part of his attraction to an older partner comes from a want for stability. Michael is less interested in the traditional sense of stability, however. He lived a life in the countryside with two well-adjusted parents and a little brother. Michael knows what that life is like. His want for stability comes from wanting a partner with similar wants and goals who won’t easily change their mind. A younger partner or same-aged partner might change their values over time. An older partner knows precisely what they want, and will support Michael. Support him, be in awe of him, have all their attention on him. That’s what Michael wants.

[so-make-the-moon]

i don't know how ao3 works but i just went diving for some random fic and in doing so i think i found that Pinto are still like... in the top 10 of actor RPF fics?

when you go to adjust your search and open "relationships" they're right there.

[spookyshipperfics]

A Taste

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: T

Tagging: @today-in-fic

What is it About? Mulder gets mad when Scully eats the last of the candy on a stakeout, but she's got a clever way of still letting him get a taste.

Read it: It was close to 10 PM. Somewhere in the shadows, Mulder walked the perimeter while Scully sat in the car, staring at a dark house in suburbia. She twirled a fruit-flavored candy in her mouth. It did little to entertain her, but the sugar helped keep her awake.

Crunching it between her teeth, she freed the plastic candy bag from the glove compartment just as Mulder yanked open the driver’s side door.

“Anything?” he asked while dropping into the seat.

“Nothing. You?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think anybody’s home—or going to be home, for that matter.”

It wasn’t a surprise to either of them. Kersh had sent them on another tiresome stakeout that was equally soul-sucking and sleeping-sucking. She knew the assistant director’s name was forming on the tip of Mulder’s tongue, but the crinkling of the bag caught his attention.

“What’s that?”

“Candy,” she replied.

“Did you bring enough to share with the rest of the class?”

“I thought you only liked sunflower-flavored things?”

He chuckled. “Come on, Scully. Give me some.”

“There’s only one left.” She plopped the candy into her mouth before he could protest and made a show of crumbling the empty packaging.

Mulder’s eyes widened. “You’re cruel.”

“Sorry,” she offered while fighting a smile.

“That was the last of our food, Scully. Now, we’re going to starve out here.”

She rolled her eyes. “The 7-Eleven a block over would suggest otherwise.”

“I thought you might be a bit more concerned. If it comes down to cannibalism, I’m nearly twice your size.”

“Wouldn’t that work out to my benefit?” She deposited the now-crumbled bag in the cup holder between them. “More for me to eat.”

“Touché,” he said, the corners of his mouth rising. “My point is that I’ll remember this betrayal. Think again next time you want to ask for some sunflower seeds.”

“Mulder, when have I ever asked you for sunflower seeds?”

“You might.”

Scully observed him from the corner of her eye. She watched him watch the house, even though she knew damn well that he’d decided this assignment was a waste of their time hours ago. Maybe she should’ve given him that candy as consolation.

They’d been sharing food for almost six years. Half a sandwich here. A leftover pizza slice there. So, of course, Mulder’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when she’d polished off the candy. They’d memorized each other’s favorite takeout orders like it was the FBI rulebook. Sometimes, her Sunday coffee run even ended with two cups of coffee in her hand. She’d call him sheepishly, explaining that she’d accidentally recited his order out of habit.

You don’t have to bribe me, Scully. Just ask if you want to see me, he’d tease from the other end of the phone. Yet, he’d always come and stay long enough that they’d end up on the couch, watching a movie or sitcom reruns. Coffee long finished.

That’s why she’d devoured the candy. She wanted to shock him. To flirt. To give them something to banter about for hours because it had become a form of twisted intimacy. Wordplay was almost as erotic as foreplay but not quite the same.

She wanted to kiss him.

Desire trickled into her stomach, and she worked the candy around her mouth a little harder.

“Now, you’re just trying to torture me,” Mulder moaned, and it was easy for her mind to jump to dirty places when he stared at her lips like that.

She turned away, pretending to survey the house. “You just hate not getting what you want.”

“I can smell it from here,” he declared. “It’s strawberry flavored, isn’t it?”

The candy had nearly dissolved, but the fruity sweetness was still potent. “I think so.”

“You think so?” Mulder exclaimed. “How could you not know?”

She shrugged, swiveling to face him. “It was too dark to see the packaging, and after you eat so many, they start blending together.”

“First, you take the last candy, then you can’t even tell me what flavor it is.” Mulder tsked. “You really know how to kick a guy when he’s down, Scully.”

The last of the candy melted across her tastebuds. “Well, it’s gone now.”

“And so are our answers.”

She licked her upper lip in contemplation, trying to ignore the little flip-flop in her stomach as Mulder’s gaze flicked between her eyes and mouth. “I’m pretty sure it was strawberry,” she offered after a moment.

“Pretty sure,” he scoffed. “I could’ve told you positively. I just needed a taste.”

She leaned across the middle console. “You can still have one.”

“What?”

“A taste,” she uttered before capturing his lips.

Mulder quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking answers with gentle strokes. She met his explorations with her own, sucking and savoring him like a special brand of candy. Something sweeter and more delectable than the flavor lingering on her tongue.

“Strawberry,” Mulder murmured against her mouth. Then, he cupped her jaw, tugging her even closer before pulling away with a groan. “Definitely strawberry.”

“You think?”

He nodded. “Although, like you said, it can be difficult to decipher. The flavors can start to blend together.”

Her cheeks flamed. Her belly fluttered. “I told you it was tricky.”

“You're right,” Mulder said. “And I think there’s only one solution.”

“Hmmm?”

“I’m going to need another taste.”

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[voldiebuns]

ONTD_Pinto Prompts

I was going through my files to see if there was anything that I might want to write/finish to celebrate. What I found was a collection of prompts I'd saved from the kink meme hosted on the now deleted ontd_pinto livejournal. I don't think I'll ever get around to writing any of these, but I thought it might be some fun nostalgia to share! Or hey, maybe it'll inspire someone else to write them?

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(x) Chris is a bank clerk and Zach is an armed robber who robs Chris's bank and takes him hostage.

(x) Pinto fairytale - The kingdom ruled over by King Robert is being terrorised by a dragon. When the dragon is slain by the dark knight Sir Karl, he wants a reward: King Robert's first born son, Princess Christopher. The Princess reluctantly agrees to marry Sir Karl. One day, whilst Princess Christopher is bathing in a woodland stream he is spied by the beautiful and dashing knight, Sir Zachary…

(x) Chris can see dead people! Zach is a ghost that doesn't want to move on.

(x) It's a real cliché, but I would really like to read a hitmen!AU story. Maybe they have the same target, maybe they have to kill each other, it's up to you. I just need some hatin' and unrequired-tension!sex.

(x) Zach comes from a really rich family and so Chris kidnaps him in order to hold him to ransom. Chris has never been attracted to men before, but he finds himself having sexy feelings for Zach.

(x) Labyrinth AU: Zach is the Goblin King and he wants Chris to be his Princess.

(x) I'd love to see a Pinto remake [of Latter Days], with Zach as the actor-slash-waiter who meets buttoned-up Mormon missionary Elder Pine. Or any religious kink, basically - Pastor Pine putting the moves on heathen yoga teacher Zach, I dunno, I certainly don't know enough about organised religion to try and write this respectfully, but I'd love to read some.

(x) Mafia!Zach & Cop!Chris

(x) life of male strippers

(x) office comedy with Nimoy as their boss

(x) AU in which Chris is the same guy we all know and love but Zach is a paparazzo.

(x) Chris and Zach are outed by way of very explicit photos (that they did not take themselves). Basically, a paparazzo/stalker/asshole neighbor/whatever you want takes photos of Chris and Zach making the beast with two backs without their consent and leaks them online, with the boys dealing with the fallout.

(x) Zach discovers chris' secret writing journal from during filming

(x) Zach secretly went to hogwarts when he was a young wizard. Now he spends his life studying muggles and these things they call movies. Same Zach and chris we know today. Just a rather well hiden secret that Chris may be about to find out…

(x) After Zach moves and/or cuts off their relationship or FWB arrangement, Chris is heartbroken and throws himself into work while he continues to nurse his love for Zach. He also meets and befriends his very first fag hag, who listens to him whine cry get mad, etc and she encourages him to cheer up and stick it out because she firmly believes Zach will realize how dumb he was and come back to him. Somehow Zach finds out that Chris is tight with this new girl…. Like someone mentions it to Zach or Chris himself mentions her to Zach offhandedly or something. Zach, having come back from New York now fears that he may have lost his chance with Chris. Misunderstandings and hurt feelings all over the place! Happy ending is a must!

[restwellsoon]

Ok ok ok…can we please get daydreams with Dick Grayson and daddy kink, make it spicy.

Also congratulations on all those milestones!! I hope you're celebrating them!

Thank you!

Minors & ageless blogs DNI!

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader

Tw: smut, daddy kink

"I guess I never pegged you as the mom friend," you admitted, legs crossed over Dick's as you laid in his bed. Work clothes were abandoned for the comfort of underwear and baggy shirts.

His hand covered your thigh, absently trailing up and down as his eyes stayed fixed on the television set- some Planet Earth type of show, his pick of course. "Well, that's your problem, babe. For starters, you've never pegged me to begin with-"

He didn't get much further than that before your giggles cut in. It was amazing how he could make his quips with the straightest of faces.

As your laughter settled down, you told him, "Keep up the dad jokes and maybe I'll take back what I said."

"Oh yeah?" It was the drop in his voice that made your heart skip a beat. "There's more direct ways to call me daddy, ya know."

That hand trailed upward towards your waistband, pausing for a moment until you gave him a look of impatience.

They slid off along with your shirt, along with his, then his boxers too.

"And what are they?"

His body pressed into yours, hardness teasing that space between your legs. He did that forearm thing that you loved-face hovering over yours as his arms and core bore the weight. It was the perfect angle to see Dick flex and get enough of his heat to rile you up. You shifted beneath him in anticipation.

His bangs tickled your skin as he whispered, "The easiest way would be to force it out of you." His lips nipped at your neck as if he could draw that name from your throat. "To make you repeat after me exactly what I want you to say. Daddy should always get what he wants, shouldn't he?"

It didn't take much for you to agree with him as his hands wandered your body, his cock grinding slowly against you as a trail of precum built up wherever you touched.

"But the easy way isn't always that best way." Easy or best didn't matter as long as you had him, but Dick always had a way of adding a touch of romance and desire during your encounters.

Your lips pressed against each other as tongue explored tongue for a moment, the bumping and grinding of your sex making your head full of lust and frustration. He was doing it on purpose-this you knew-as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, pressing deep enough to spread you apart but never enough to truly enter.

You separated with a string of saliva to connect you, and he cut it off, letting it pool slightly at the corner of your mouth before deciding to wipe it off completely. Playfully, you licked his thumb before he pressed that and another finger into your mouth, watching as you sucked them greedily.

With a pop, he let them trail down your torso, ignoring your needy whines. "No, the easy way isn't the most satisfying way either," and you ventured to ask what was then.

"When it's unintentional," his tone was more matter-of-fact. He grinned as you uttered an unexpected 'fuck' as he fingered your hole, going knuckle-deep with one and pumping. You still had too much control if that was all you had to say.

"When the sex is so good, you're begging for it." He added another finger.

"When you're begging for me."

"Dick, please."

His smile was intentionally cruel. "You'll get it soon enough, babe, if you call me the right name."

"Daddy, please."

"There you go," he said with satisfaction, fingers pressing that spot that would push you over the edge.

Your hole wrapped tight around him. He couldn't wait to feel it against his cock.

"Sometimes the decision's simply- easy does it, especially when you're between a cock and a hard place."

A/N: We need less wordplay and more foreplay from Dickie, amirite? 10/10 would still hit it despite the puns though.

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