#and it makes it feel almost obscene when you find out what's actually going on

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[symbiotic-slime]

Heat like Fire

a/n: happy halloween my fellow monsterfuckers!! couldn't have a spooky season without blessing y'all with a spicy venom fic

pairing: Venom/Host!Reader [AFAB, Gender Neutral]

word count: 1.5k

content: NSFW, developing relationship, mating cycles, tentacle sex, mild dom/sub, tentacle bondage, biting, degradation

Mature Audiences ONLY

You sat on your cracked leather couch, staring at the screen of your TV. A cheesy Hallmark-style movie was playing, though you weren't paying attention. You felt sick. Your body ached, your skin was clammy, and the worst was that nothing you did seemed to help. The ice pack did nothing to cool your body, the meds hadn't put a dent in the aches.

And someone was being... decidedly quiet.

"God, Ven, what's going on?" You groaned, your head woozy. "Are we sick? I feel like I've got the worst flu of my life."

“No, we're not.” They sounded defensive, like there was something they were hiding from you.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on? You seem to know," you snarked.

Silence.

"Ven? I just want to know what the fuck is going on with my body."

"We are in heat," they said, their voice heavy with guilt.

"We're in WHAT?" You demanded, springing out of your seat.

"Heat, [Y/N]."

"Like some kind of fucking animal?!" A sharp pain shot through your stomach, and you were forced to sit back down. "No... no no no this can't be happening. Humans don't go into heat."

"Symbiotes do."

"Fuck." You buried my head in your hands. You shifted your weight, moaning as slick rolled down your leg. "What are we going to do? It's not like we can just go out and find someone who's willing to fuck us through this."

"You could always call that person you were seeing before."

"Alex?" You asked incredulously.

"Yes," they hissed. "I'm sure they'd love to see you like this."

"I don't think someone who ghosted me would want to help with this. God, I don't even think I could explain this to them," you groaned. "Even if I could, I don't think I'll be able to wait long enough for them to get here. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

There was a tentative pause, an odd silence in your head.

"We could always help you with it," they mumbled, their voice subdued, almost nervous.

Were they offering to have sex with you?

"You mean like... making it go away?" You laughed nervously.

"If we could make this go away, morsel, we wouldn't be here."

They were definitely offering to have sex with you.

And you weren't... opposed to it.

Your body quite liked the idea. Blood rushed to your cheeks as your legs spread further apart. Your pussy throbbed at the thought of their tendrils wrapping around your skin, toying with you while you're completely helpless.

You told yourself that was just because of the heat. It wasn't that you was actually attracted to them, you were just reacting weirdly because your body needed to be fucked.

That was totally what this was.

"What... what would that be like?" You fidgeted, my hands tapped against my thigh.

"It could be anything you want," they purred, sending shivers down my spine.

You moaned, loud and obscene, and quickly shoved a hand over your mouth.

"You need to be somewhere comfortable, morsel. A nest."

You cocked your head to the side. "Like a bed?"

"Yes, that would work."

"Can you take us there, love?" The pet name just slipped out, but it felt right. "I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I try to stand."

"Of course." Your body was rigid as they seized control of it. Their movements were jerky and uncanny, but you didn't collapse into a heap on the floor. That was a bonus.

They laid you down on the bed gently, removing your clothes as their tendrils delicately wrapped around your legs.

You moaned and arched your back, desperate for any sort of friction.

Your face grew hot when I realized what you'd done. You squirmed. "Fuck," you groaned. "Why am I like this?"

"It's because of your heat, [Y/N]. We already established this."

You sighed, exasperated. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed them inside of you. "Venom. Please just shut up and fuck me."

More tendrils slinked out of your body, pulling your hands above your head and pinning you to the bed. You tugged on them, testing their strength. There was no give to them.

"We know exactly what you want," they purred into my ear. "What you crave."

You whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow.

The tendrils around your legs tightened, keeping your legs spread far apart. The rest spoiled over your body in a shibari-like pattern, claiming you as theirs.

"We know our morsel likes this," they said as their tendrils played with your nipples, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath them.

"Please, Venom, I need you to fuck me," you whined.

"Beg for it."

Usually you would be mortified by the idea of that, but you beyond embarrassment.

"Please," you whined, your slick soaking the sheets beneath me. "I need you to fuck me. Please, Ven, I need you inside me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

You moaned as Venom's tendrils traced up my thighs, caressed every inch of your body. One of the ones playing with your chest split off, wrapping around your neck to form a collar. You squirmed and tried to bring yourself closer to them, but the bonds didn't budge.

"You can squirm all you want, morsel, but you're powerless against me. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to."

You whimpered. You were so weak in comparison to them, so powerless, and you wouldn't want it any other way.

A tendril found your clit, rubbing it ever so gently. A jolt of electricity shot through your spine, your back arching into the sensation.

One of their tendrils finally eased its way into your cunt. You moaned as another joined it, pulsating inside of you.

"You're so loud, slut. So eager. If we had our way, we'd be making you scream." Their voice was low and lust-ridden as their tendrils forced their way into your mouth. "But we can't have anyone interrupting us, can we?"

You sucked them further in, loving the feeling of them gagging you. They chuckled darkly and indulged you, pushing themselves further until you were choking.

And fuck it felt so good.

They pulled back in my throat, letting me breathe as they slowly began to thrust into my pussy.

You tried to buck your hips up into them, only to not be able to move. You needed more, more of them inside of you, pounding into your pussy and breeding you.

They must've sensed this desire, as they started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Their tendrils stretched you so well, so perfectly.

Their tendrils pressed deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot.

Your moan was muffled by the tentacle in your mouth, one which was coated in your spit. Drool rolled down your chin, landing on the pillow beneath your head.

"You take us so well, sweet one," Venom purred as their tendrils continued to fuck into you. "It's like you were made for us."

Venom wasn't lying when they said they could give you anything you wanted. Their tendrils pounded into your sweet spot every time. Their tendril on your clit, rubbing and sucking, brought you closer to the edge faster than anyone ever had before.

The heat was building in your stomach. You felt your stomach muscles tense, ready to release.

Tendrils pulled away from your chest. Their head emerged, fangs bared in a feral grin.

"We can tell how close you are morsel," they growled. They moved their head closer to you until their fangs brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "We think we know how to push you over the edge."

Their fangs sunk into your flesh, drawing an obscenely loud moan from you. You threw your head back as you came, your toes curling. You shook softly as the feeling enveloped you.

You collapsed, your body like a dead weight. The tendrils holding you in place loosened. Some retreated back inside of you, while others gently caressed your form.

The tendrils inside of you pulled out slowly, drawing a small moan from you before retreating back into your body.

"Did you enjoy yourself, sweet one?" Venom asked.

"I think that's an understatement, dear. God, we might just have to make that a regular occurrence." You smiled, pulling their head in to kiss between their eyes.

They blinked, uncharacteristically quiet as they healed the bite mark on your neck. They left just enough of a mark that it looked like a hickey, a reminder that you were theirs.

They stared at you for a moment before purring, nuzzling into your face.

"We love you, [Y/N]."

"Love you too, Ven."

[gildedkrone]

KINKTOBER 2023 🔞

The house is quiet; Luna had slinked off somewhere in the house and a cat shaped blur of white in the yard under the afternoon sun is your answer.

Johnny is splayed across the couch in a slumbering man—one arm across his torso with the other resting beside his head on a cushion. Today, he opted for a small white singlet ending above his navel as it showcased his abs and a v-line disappearing into a pair of military-issued olive briefs.

The happy trail disappearing into his briefs is tantalising, to say the least. With each shift of his body, the briefs only seemed to slide lower until the bush peeks through the waistband and the tight garment holds onto the bulge in fear of sliding right off.

What a fucking tease to wear clothes from basic training which no longer fit his more muscled body. He’s sleeping now, and the conversation from a week ago rears its head.

“Whit if ye made me cum whin I was sleeping?” You almost choked on your food when the words slipped through his mouth full of meal.

“What?” And he’s appearing all innocent and what not.

“Dinnae yi'll waant tae fin' oot?”

“I don’t understand you, dummy.”

“Aw, c’mon bonnie, don’t you want to find out?”

The truth is you wanted to find out and with nothing else to do, the offer stands tempting. He is fast asleep and you fingers gently brush across his briefs. They catch on the opening in the garment and his face keeps its slack.

Fuck, were you actually going to do this?

Your hand evidently thought so and palmed him gently through the fabric amidst steady snoring. It took a while, but eventually, there is a stirring in his loins and the small garment is stretched obscenely as the bulge becomes even more pronounced. And you would be lying if this wasn’t at all arousing.

Taking pity on his tool, and not wanting to cause him any discomfort, you freed his dick through the piss hole in his slutty man briefs. The smack against your forearm by his engorged length when you let go freezes you just as Johnny makes a noise before his snores resume.

A man’s heartbeat is fluttering in motion.

Johnny is a big boy. Even somewhat hard, it’s length is more than half of your forearm. Curved slightly, for his partner’s pleasure and in a slightly darker shade above a neat bush adorning, according to Johnny, his favourite body part. Your tongue gently brushes against the bulbous head and pretty pink lips part in response to your tongue snaking all the way down to the base of his dick. You keep an eye on him throughout and noted the small twitching of his lips whenever your tongue ran over the thick throbbing vein spanning his entire dick.

Johnny has a dislike for jerking off in the military and given his last orgasm was probably two weeks ago, it’s no wonder Johnny is pent up to some degree. You taste his salty pre and the skilled tongue pulls the first of many moans from his guttural throat.

A man’s heartbeat is living in motion.

His length rests on his thigh and your nose inhales the musk of his groin—manly and reeking of ball sweat since Johnny’s a man who ran hot—and your tongue finds purchase on the plump sack below the main attraction. His soft breaths turn into a whine as a finger trace the individual testes while his fingers curl and unfurl.

Thirst.

Thirst is what you feel when you rolled his balls across your tongue to engulf his prized possessions in wet heat. His dick has risen to full mast—an angry and reddish head leaks copious amounts of pre onto his thigh and dully throbbing, it’s indicative of the stress wracking his body. As his partner, you are duty bound to … relieve him of the tension. Empty his balls so he can have a better sleep.

So you redouble your efforts on his very sensitive sack and Johnny makes all sorts of noises—whines, moan, groans, and whimpers as he twists and turns in his sleep. His head rolls over and his arms jerks in time with his lascivious thighs. You made sure to leave his dick alone and focus the assault on his scrotum. He shivers and your nose is pressed further into his bush when the seam running through the middle of his scrotum is grazed by your teeth and cushioned by drool.

A quick glance up reveals the man to be erect as two nubs poke through the tight singlet. He body seizes slightly when you roll them between your fingers. While keeping his nuts occupied, to your pleasure, he mutters more and drool seeps onto the cushion from the rolling of his head. His face reflects what he’s feeling with lips nicely parted while his body subconsciously squirms under your palm and tongue.

A man’s heartbeat is resonance in motion.

“mmrow … please … mmow …”

It’s been slightly over fifteen minutes since you began; the rippling of his toned abs accompanies the jerky flexing of his feet. Johnny is still under the influence of slumber and pure innocence on man known for military violence is a scarlet fire of temptation beckoning you to service him. You smear his pre across his balls and the ignored shaft occasionally moves with the contraction of his groin muscles and lifts strings of pre into the air. It’s a tantalizing sight to behold as his face furrows as if in deep concentration—the narrowing of his eyebrows and tightness in his cheeks even as he continues to verbalise how good he feels in his dreams.

It's time to bring him home. A man in pleasure is vulnerable man indeed—and Johnny’s about to find out why. Your tongue rolls his nuts between teeth as a hand cups his sack while another plays with his nipples. A little pain does the trick and you give his testicles a squeeze in sharp contrast together with a deep hum vibrating through his entire groin and your eyes slide over to his neglected dick.

Johnny nearly shouts; his hands fists above his chest and his knees jerks and misses your face by inches while he blearily calls your name in confusion. His abdomen contracts hard and his dick jumps slightly before white leaks out of the piss slit.

“Loue … whit's … gaun oan mmph!”

His eyes are laced with sleep in a slightly raised head. Blurry eyes spot you nestled between his legs and mouthing on his balls as his mind starts to piece together what’s happening. His hips shake in place; without a hand on his dick he is confused where the pleasure is and where to direct his hips as toes curl with how euphoric his genitals feel. More awake, much louder gasp and expletives escapes his throat as he grips your head and pulls it deeper into his pelvis.

A man’s heartbeat is satiation in motion.

A thick stream of cum runs off the side of his thighs onto the couch. You lather your fingers in them before crawling forward to shove them into his mouth. His waking mind registers your fingers and starts sucking while excess cum pools on his thighs. He chuckles and wraps an arm around your torso.

“Hell's bells that's a hell o' a wey tae wake up loue.”

“I don’t speak Scottish, shit for hair.” To be fair, that does make it easier to tug his head.

“This’ a hell of a wake up routine, love and yer said you loved mah mohawk last week!”

“Bet you had a good dream huh?” He describes a fog in his mind slowly invading his loins with heat and itch. Waking to you with a mouth stuffed by his junk was the tipping point—his eager dick packs disobedience and comes hands free. You earn a contented moan when you roughly palm his spent dick as he pulls you in for tight embrace.

“Johnny, unhand me.” You push against him arms which have come to cage you in as he shakes his head. He chuffs and nestles his dick between your thighs.

“A'm still sleepy. A bit mair, love.”

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[moondirti]

all the ways i can have you

pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) word count: 1.3k summary: he's hooked on making you feel good. warnings: naked female clothed male, edging, overstimulation, fingering, pussy slapping, squirting, unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, hickeys, biting, cunnilingus, rimming, face sitting, this is so filthy don't look at me. notes: here's a little thirst i wrote in my down time. It's not affiliated with The Remedy in any way; i just really needed to get all my thoughts about our favourite beskar man out tbh because the slow burn with those two is killing me

The Mandalorian is absolutely filthy.

It’s not something you expect. He’s awkward at the best of times – pointedly avoiding any possibility of social interaction by the drawing of his blaster or an elongated silence. Honestly, for the first few months that you’d known him, you actually thought he hated you. Sure, you were never the unfortunate soul skewered onto his spear, nor had he ever threatened to throw you into his carbonite freezer, but he always had a handy excuse at the ready when you tried to make conversation. It was torture until you learnt not to take it personally; you figured he was probably used to being alone, and that’s no fault of yours. His lack of social skills could not be your burden to bear. So, eventually, when he gave nothing but a grunt to your occasional bizarre musing, you’d simply shrug it off and go back to playing with the kid. 

In hindsight, maybe you should have picked at the source of his reticence. It certainly wouldn’t have taken you as long to get to this point if you had. Because now, it occurs to you that he’d probably been so tense from withholding the desires that the two of you, in fact, shared.

It seems so obvious once the dam had lifted, but keen deduction has never been your strong suit. 

Back to the point, though. Mando is beyond borderline obscene once you manage to tease it out of him. Truly, he’d have never instigated things had you not been so uninhibited. But when his resolve shatters, it’s like his mind goes into overdrive of all the things he’d do to you. You actually think that, if given the opportunity, he’d lay you out for days on end to enact every fantasy he has. Because life has its way of intruding, though, he settles for the in-betweens of your day to day, taking you in the small gaps where it can just be the two of you.

You think he’s wild when he edges you the first time, his gloved hand palming your front while you stand in nothing but your towel. This is on you, he said, you little tease. It’s deliciously painful; his fingers find your clit with practised ease and he presses down on it, rubbing you in small, tight circles. With the way his hardened body presses into you from behind, clad fully in his armour – a stark contrast to your exposed frame – and his rough praise meets your ear, you almost cum from the miniature ministration alone. But he recognises what your quickening pants mean; he sees how your back arches into him like you’re trying to match the overwhelming pleasure his hands administer, and he pulls away at the last second, fingers returning only to give a sharp smack to your cunt. And of course it echoes – you’re soaked, for Maker’s sake – which only serves to make him repeat the action again and again until you’ve significantly darkened in shade. 

By the time you’re on the brink of collapse, Mando has you sitting between his legs, back to his chest, one leg hooked over a strong arm while you sob your pleas into the empty space of the hull. He fingers you fast and rough, delighting in your high-pitched wails and whiney begs, and forces your first orgasm out of you with an expert quirk of his fingers. It’s torturous relief, like white hot embers dancing upon frozen skin, and your vision blurs as you gush over his vambrace. But he doesn’t let up; he continues drawing them from your sopping core, turning in a complete 180 to overstimulate you until you literally have nothing else to give. 

He manages to serve you in a way no one ever has before – you're a complete, quivering mess by the end – so, you assume that’s the extent of it. But time with Mando proved that was the least he can come up with.

He revels in spreading your legs whenever he gets the chance, taking his time to pull your glistening lips apart and absorb the sight of your clenching hole. He says it amazes him – how such a tight thing is able to stretch over his length – then promptly digs his cock from within the confines of his pants. You find yourself agreeing with the wonder of how it fits; it’s by far the biggest you’ve taken – thick with throbbing veins that weave up to an angry, leaking tip – but his thumbs always dance in reassuring circles along your inner thighs when he presses it against you. And when he pushes in, you forget all about your worries, because the stretch is divine. Mando absolutely fills you up to the brink, the ridges of him catching along your inner walls, and he pounds into you with reckless abandon, like a man starved. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough as he reaches those hidden parts of you – that spongy tissue at the front, the wall of your cervix – and the sensation becomes absolutely addictive. You go cock-dumb without fail, drooling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you think he might disappear someplace else as well, with the way his words pour unfiltered. Good girl. Beautiful. So fucking tight. Cum for me, I want to feel you. He turns reverent when he gets you this way, awkward fronts be damned. 

Funnily enough, he’s too impatient for you to go down on him. In the rare moments he forfeits, he has to hold himself back from pulling you up so he can just fuck you already. It’s not that you aren’t good at it, either – no, your tongue is enough to drive the strongest of men wild – but he just… doesn’t put as much priority in his pleasure as yours. It’s something different with you entirely. He doesn’t see sex as a means to relieve his mounting tensions, it’s not the same exchange he’s found in all those brothels. With you, Mando is overcome with the unshakeable urge to wring out every pleasure imaginable. He’s obsessed with the plump of your lips and the folds of your flesh. He dreams of every single part of you everywhere – under his hands, between his legs, in his mouth. 

So, he takes off his helmet to put his lips on yours. And you, who’s naive enough to again suppose that the last, world-ending orgasm was the scope of what he could do, experience it as he transforms into something else entirely. 

His kisses leave no area untouched. They find your neck, tightening as he sucks purple hickeys onto your skin, then pepper down to your chest, where he pecks your pebbled nipples and bites the swollen tissue underneath. Mando leaves a trail of spit and welts in his venture, and you moan under the calamity, combing through his soft curls with shaky fingers. And when he finds you soaked through your panties, your nails dig into his scalp, your tummy flushing with slight embarrassment. The pain sparks something in him, it seems, because he pushes your thighs up with a renewed vigour so he can press his nose onto your clothed cunt. My favourite, he groans between long inhales, before he rips off the cotton barrier that separates his tongue from your clit.

Mando eats you out like he’d rather be doing nothing else. He doesn’t. It’s his favourite pastime, solely for the way you mewl and squirm underneath him. He licks, sucks, drinks from you, uncovering every patch of skin with his warm tongue, which flicks over your bud until you cry and drives into you to collect the subsequent nectar. He spreads you on the floor like a meal, dominating in every way. He kneels before you on a chair, open as you rub his stubble into you. He even insists that you sit on his face: ‘I need to taste you more than I do air.’ You have no reason to doubt it, though. He fucks into his fist when you grind down on his chin, his free hand directing you forward until he can lap at your asshole as well. Mando wants you surging, spilling onto him; crying out his name, his real name, which he whispers to you as you come down from his onslaught.

Din, he beams. To you, mesh’la, it’s Din.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Game over

Part I

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: some hot scenes to come so be ready, nothing obscene tho (I'd love to but can't write "porn"😬); kind of slutty Azriel, swearing

You walked down the hallway towards Cassian's room, your eyes puffed from crying for hours. You prayed to Mother to find him alone. You needed him desperately. Cassian was your best friend, knowing all your secrets, even the one about your feelings for Azriel. He was the only one who volunteered to go with two of you on missions making a wall between you, comforting you after each argument. And now he almost paid with own life for his kindness.

Instead of knocking you eavesdropped behind his door, but except of Cassian's snoring room was silent. Carefully opening the door you peeked in. Cassian was fast asleep, bandaged wings spread on the bed. He was alone. You let out sigh of relief.

Quietly you stalked to his bed and sat on the edge of mattress. Gently caressing his hand you curled to his side. You were afraid to touch him, not wanting to cause him more pain. "I'm so so sorry, Cass," you sobbed. Snoring stopped and he moved slightly.

"Oh, doll, it's you," he groaned, voice hoarse.

"I didn't want to wake you up," you tried to hide your tears.

"Don't worry. I wanted to see you anyway. I'm glad you came."

"How do you feel?"

His big hand landed on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. "I'm high from the Madja's medicaments," he chuckled and you did so, too. He always knew how to make you smile. "Are you okay? Rhys was quite angry when he came yesterday."

"Hmm." You still needed to talk about it, but seeing his state you couldn't bring yourself to bother him with your problems.

"Hey, doll, look at me."

"Everything is fine," you lied.

"C'mon, show me your face," he patted on your shoulder. Reluctantly you obeyed. "I can see you cried. What happened? Did he hurt you?"

"Rhys was mad, but he did nothing to me. He just scolded me.."

"And?" his brows raised.

You let out a breath avoiding his gaze. "And closed me in his office together with Azriel," you muttered.

"What?!" Cassian tried to sit up, but pain in his back and wings prevented him from doing so. Grimacing he lay down again. "Is he crazy? Why? I'll give him piece of my mind when I see him next time. What happened after that?"

"Well, he said he won't let us out until we solve our problems," you explained, tears again stinging your eyes.

"You are out so.." Cassian encouraged you to continue.

"Azriel came with an idea how to make him let us go." First tear rolled down your cheek.

Cassian rubbed root of his nose. "What that idiot did to you?" He knew you so well, you didn't have to tell a single word and he knew what's on your mind. Sometimes it was quite scary.

"He came with plan to pretend we are in love and kissed me in front of Rhysand.." you sobbed.

"Doll.." he again rubbed your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head. "I can't.. do that.. It all returned.. and.. I can't.. It hurts.."

Cassian drew you closer, hugging you as much as he could in his state. "I'm so sorry, doll.. But.. You don't have to do it.. If you want I'll talk with him."

"If Rhysand finds out we lied, next time he might also lock us at a cell.."

Cassian's lips pulled into a thin line, but he didn't say anything else, holding you and rubbing on your back while you cried yourself to sleep.

Azriel was wandering around the House, feeling of discomfort heavy on his chest. He didn't like the way your conversation ended up that morning and he didn't want to accept that his plan was over before he actually could act up to it. He tried to visit Y/N in her bedchamber, but she wasn't there. Everything felt off, so he sent the shadows to look for her. They guided him to Cassian's room, whispering to his ear.

Azriel didn't bother with knocking because as he was informed persons inside were fast asleep. Quiet like a cat he crept in, standing beside the bed. What he saw there made his insides twist with pain and anger.

Cassian laid in the bed with spread wings just like the other day, snoring. And there under his arm curled to his side was Y/N, their scents mixing together. He noticed their smell many times before, but he'd never witnessed it. Jealousy stabbed his heart like poisoned dagger, his teeth gritting in frustration.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

His breath quickened, brows furrowed, anger dripping from him. His fingers entwined around the Truth-teller. Shadowsinger wouldn't let anybody have what belonged to him, what he desired the most.

The shadows emerged in, blinding him and pushing him back to the door.

'Stop. Calm down. You will regret it. Brother. Family.' They hissed.

Azriel took few shuddering breaths. Okay, he wouldn't go so far. But he couldn't leave them like this either. He fixed his expression.

"Love, here you are," he shouted pretending he just came in. Both Cassian and Y/N woke up with a start.

"What the hell," Cassian groaned, pulling Y/N closer. Wide-eyed she looked up at Azriel.

"I was worried. I looked for you everywhere," Azriel continued his performance. He pulled on her arm, tearing her from the embrace, just to hold her close to his chest. She was about to say something, but he wouldn't let her and quickly kiss her on the lips. Azriel gave all his pain and jealousy into the kiss making it rough and needy. And Y/N reacted the same way as in front of Rhysand. Her knees gave out. Satisfied Azriel pulled away. He watched with delight as all kinds of emotions flashed across her face, especially enjoying the blush of her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" Cassian grunted, snapping him out of his observation.

Azriel turned to him. "Love, you haven't told him yet?"

"No need to pretend, Az. I know everything," Cassian rolled his eyes. Azriel turned back to Y/N, searching her face. So she told him? But why? What was between the two of them?

"I want to talk to you," Cassian said.

"Would you leave us alone, dove," Azriel traced her jaw with scarred finger. She inhaled sharply turning to Cassian.

"Cass.."

"Don't worry, doll," he grinned at her. Eyeing them she backed out from the room closing the door behind. But she didn't leave. Instead she stayed behind the door listening.

Azriel smirked as Cassian narrowed eyes on him. "What kind of game are you playing?" he asked quietly, aware that Y/N hadn't left.

"Not your business."

"I swear. If you hurt her I'll beat the shit out of you."

Azriel studied his face. "You feel something to her." It wasn't question.

"What if I do? Would you let her be?"

Azriel crossed arms on his chest. "No."

"Do you hate her so much that you want to destroy her?" Azriel winced.

"I'm not planning to destroy her."

"So what do you want from her?" Cassian snapped angrily.

"Not. Your. Business," Azriel growled.

They stared at each other trying to second guess the opponent. Azriel let out a breath after a while. Brother. My brother, he reminded himself.

"I don't want to hurt her, so don't worry," he said way softer than he really felt, turning to leave. "I would really appreciate if you stay away from her," he growled leaving the room. An amused snort sounded from behind as he was closing the door.

Corners of Azriel's mouth turned up in a smile as he looked to the place where Y/N was waiting, right next to the door.

"What did you talk about?" she asked coolly.

He stepped closer cornering her. "About you," he smiled even wider, hazel eyes capturing hers.

"What about me?"

"Hmm," he purred teasingly leaning in so he could feel her breath on his lips. Having her so close soothed his jealousy for good.

She just stood there pinned to the wall under his body, her heart racing. She wouldn't run away before getting answers. Fearless little thing. He liked it and finally he didn't have to hide it. Closing eyes he nuzzled his cheek to hers, drawing a soft moan from her.

"What will you give me if I tell you?" His deep voice sensually whispered to her ear and she shivered in pleasure biting down on her lip, unable to think straight. So hot, so sweet. He wanted to devour her right there on the spot, slowly, enjoying every inch of her. It took all his determination just to stand there, not touching her.

He needed to leave otherwise he would destroy everything. "Try to stay away from Cassian and his room, dove, would you?" he cooed, delivering sweet, light kiss on her lips. Her knees wobbled.

"It would look bad if somebody notice," he said over a shoulder walking down the hall, away from temptation.

After he left, Y/N let out a breath. Without anybody holding her upright she sank to the ground, her heart pounding so hard it threatened to jump from her chest and chase after the cause of this all. Why did he have such effect on her?

After the encounter in Cassian's room you didn't know what to think anymore. You heard just very little of their conversation and couldn't make anything out of it. Only one thing was clear: Azriel kept pretending to be in love with you without flaw whether somebody watched or no.

He kept touching you at any occasion he had. From feather like touches to passionate hugs, from his lips lightly teasing your skin to deep, needy kisses. Shadowsinger went so far that he was leaving flowers and small presents for you all around the house. It was so confusing.

In front of your friends you couldn't run nor push him away. You struggled every time he appeared close to you. Your heart ached and thrilled at the same time. You had to constantly remind yourself that he faked it. That none of that was real. However your heart didn't listen at all. It hurt so badly. Every day that passed in this manner was a torture and you tried to spend as much time in your room alone as possible.

One morning you woke up with a wing around you, dim light shining through. A strong arm was wrapped around your waist and your back was pressed against male's chest. At first you thought you fell asleep with Cassian. After all it wouldn't be the first time you slept like this.

As your brain started to work again, you stiffened. Last night you fell asleep alone in your room. The body behind you was muscular, but it was rather athletic while Cassian's body was more like a bear. Drops of cold sweat appeared on your forehead and your heart stuttered as realization hit you.

It was Azriel.

You swallowed, your heartbeat was rising with every second you stayed in this position. You didn't know what to do. You wanted to shove him away, but you also longed to stay like this in his arms for the rest of your life. You didn't dare to move.

Azriel behind you didn't move, too, seemingly asleep. However you could feel his heartbeat on your back, speed of it matching your own. And you felt it poking to the back of your thigh. Air became heavy with the smell of arousal.

The wing retracted letting morning light and fresh cold air in.

"'morning," Azriel groaned to your ear, voice still hoarse. Your panties got even wetter.

You forced yourself to retreat to the other side of bed. "What are you doing here?" you tried to sound confident and cool, but your shaky voice betrayed you.

Reclining Azriel smirked obviously satisfied with the way your body reacted to him. Your mouth went dry. He was so... Beautiful? Sexy? No word could adequately describe him.

His dark hair was messy from sleep, smirking full lips slightly parted and eyes.. Those eyes. Soft morning light turned his hazel eyes into liquid gold. Shadowsinger was in your bed looking like a god, toned chest on display. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"You are drooling, dove," he chuckled moving closer. His thumb ran over your lower lip teasingly. He was wearing just an underwear, his arousal still visible.

Instincts you gained over years kicked in, though you were too high. "Cover yourself," you moaned. Damnit.

Azriel leaned closer, his lips only inch from yours. "This is what you do to me. Don't you like it?" Thumb of his other hand caressed your thigh too close to your sex. You gasped, eyes going wide. Azriel's pupils blew out, gaze darkening, his scent changing once again.

You needed to cool down otherwise you could do something you would regret in the future. You tried to stand up, but Azriel stopped you.

"Beautiful," he murmured against your lips, closing the distance between you. The kiss was soft, playful at first, slowly heating up. He pulled you back down to the sheets, lightly crushing you under his body. His scarred hand grabbed your thigh and massaging it he hooked your leg around his hips.

No, your brain shouted while your heart was growing with every touch he provided. This was so wrong. You found the strength and pushed against his chest. Panting Azriel reluctantly obeyed. He gave you a questioning look.

"What's wrong, dove?"

"Stop it," a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by another soon. Tip of his fingers gently wiped it away. He was confused. "Stop it. Stop this pretending. It's too much. I can't-"

"Who said I'm pretending?" he whispered softly, studying your face with unreadable expression.

"You came with this plan to pretend in front of everyone.."

"Game is over, dove. It's actually never started. At least for me it wasn't game," Azriel sat up bringing you with him.

You were too confused. "What do you mean? What is this all about?"

Azriel hesitated. "I heard you," he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. His deep voice was so quiet you barely heard him. "That night at Rhys' office. You talked in your sleep. For years I couldn't tell you how I really feel, thinking you hate me. It was easier to hate you back than admit I want you. So I took advantage of the situation Rhysand got us into and decided to show you instead. I guess it wasn't the best way.."

Something in your chest warmed up and grew with every word he spoke. "It wasn't game," you repeated, trying to put your thoughts together. You replayed all events, touches and kisses of the last weeks seeing it in new light. You could literally hear wards around your heart crack. He didn't pretend it. None of that.

You searched his eyes looking for traces of lie just to find out it was truth. Your hand moved on its own accord, resting on his cheek. Azriel leaned into the touch closing his eyes for a moment.

"No pretending?"

"Not even once," he shook his head. All suppressed feelings crashed out like a wave breaking last of the walls you built around your heart. You threw yourself around his neck almost knocking him down to blankets, squeezing him as you cried. Shadowsinger groaning with effort to stay upright, hugging you back.

"Az," you sobbed.

"Yes, angel," Azriel rested his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"You are such idiot," you playfully tugged on his hair.

"I know," he chuckled. "Will you give me a chance to make it up to you?"

You snorted. "It won't be easy."

"I love challenges." With that he started nipping at your neck slowly moving up to the sensitive spot under your ear.

[kimsunos]

UNIFORM ☆ SUNOO SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+ CONTENT)

in which you help sunoo with his little “problem”.

tags: afab!reader, sub!sunoo / dom!reader, blowjob, making out, they are both students, reader is very provocative and flirty, sunoo is kinda innocent and inexperienced, cum eating, degradation and praising (sunoo receiving)

words: 2k

a/n: this is kinda long-ish but bear with me!! also first smut here AND first time trying to write in english im very nervous im going to cry actually skjdalksjdla anyways i hope yall like it!! kisses <3

sunoo has always been a romantic, that's for sure. maybe this is due to his upbringing surrounded by good female influences. his mother taught him to always be nice to everyone and his sister kept sighing and daydreaming about love that never came, letters never sent, and movies that broke the heart. through the crack in the door, sunoo learned that true love was the one you found in someone who is your complete opposite, and that someone would be your supreme muse, the reason for all the most beautiful poems, where your hand would find shelter in the back pocket of their torn jeans and that you would love them until death do you apart.

for seeing everything through rose-colored lenses, bathed in the innocence of the love presented by his sister and mother, sunoo never, never ever, thought he would be faced with the scene in front of him: his girlfriend kneeling down, a mischievous smile pulling the corner of her plump lips upwards as she clumsily tries to unbuckle the belt of his pants.

he didn't know that things were going to end (or start) like this when he asked the teacher to go to the bathroom that morning, an almost visible discomfort in his pants causing extreme embarrassment. what could he do? in the previous class he had seen his beloved playing volleyball on the school's court and, well, sunoo is innocent, but he is still a teenager full of hormones and his girlfriend is very hot, you know what i'm getting at.

it's not like he's a pervert, you just... look very attractive in your sports shorts that perfectly outline your curves, your sweat-wet white shirt turns the fabric transparent in the most instigating areas, obscenely attracting sunoo’s and other people’s eyes.

you smelled of desire and it made him desperate. looking head to toe you made him feel so small and helpless. sunoo wondered how you could have a stare so intense and gentle at the same time. and while he thought too much about your gaze or whatever it could mean, the answer to the whole situation was on the tip of your tongue. you knew why he was so restless and anxious in your presence and knew what you had to do.

but his way of coping was to opt to speak as little as possible and run out to the classroom. he couldn't risk falling into the temptation called you, not now. his mind was barely able to comprehend this extraordinary force that drove him crazy, he didn't know exactly how to make it stop, but he knew it would have to be with you and that was what he feared.

sunoo and you, clear opposites, he, afraid of conflict, would hide. you, on the other hand, would attack. that's why, when gym class was over, you changed in the locker room, got your school supplies and, unlike the rest of the class, you didn't go in, hiding behind the cement pillar next to the boys' and girls' restrooms and patiently waiting for sunoo to arrive.

you had witnessed similar events before. like the time when you were on a video call and you, not too accidentally, chose to wear the thinnest and most revealing set of pajamas you had in your wardrobe. it was exhilarating to see the gentle boy lose himself in words and babble anxiously trying to hide his red face that he “needed to end the call right now”. or when he avoids your gaze when you're having ice cream, using all his strength not to stare like a depraved man at the way your tongue dances obscenely in the cold vanilla paste, and almost dying immediately when the sweet treat stains the corner of your mouth white.

the point is that you know what sunoo wants, and you also know that he is too innocent to ask for it with all the words. all these behaviors of yours were needed measures to make your boyfriend give in to his lust, and by the looks of it, it was working, because the boy was apprehensively running toward the men's room carrying a jacket hiding his pelvis when he spotted you, and at that moment he froze.

"why aren't you in class, sun?" you said, approaching the panting boy, putting a hand on his shoulder and frowning, feigning concern and completely ignoring the fact that you, too, were not in class.

"w-well... i..." he stammered. you had to use all your willpower to hold back your smile from taking over.

"oh, my, you're so red, do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" you continued the act, watching the boy look nervously around. he then interrupted the conversation, pulling you by the arm into the nearest bathroom and locking you both in the last stall.

"uh... sunoo? what was that?" you said, as soon as you heard the sound of the door locking.

he took a deep breath, searching for courage.

"y/n, help me." he pouted.

you couldn't help but smile a little. "ohh... what do you need help with, my love?" you said, watching the boy move awkwardly in that small space.

"aaah, y/n... please, i don’t want to say it i don’t want to say it..." he whined, incredulously, hiding his face in his hands. "that's so embarrassing.. we never done anything like that." he stood up with weeping eyes that stared anywhere but yours. you smiled, it was time to attack. and oh, there was something so rewarding about turning the polite boy into a mess.

"ooh, my love... we've never done what? i don't get it..." you said, holding the boy's cheek and tilting his face to the side so that you had room to leave lingering kisses, while with the other hand you slowly caressed his chest, stroking him.

he could only manage a whimper.

"yah, you know what it is!" he shouted low, afraid to be heard through the thin cabin doors.

you nodded no, as you held the boy's velvety face and feigned a misunderstood smile. "if you don't tell me, i won't know, and i won't be able to help you."

sunoo was in a moral dilemma. he wanted his first time with the person he loved to be as perfect as possible, not in a school bathroom with the chance of an inspector coming to check on you at any moment. but he was so desperate, the discomfort in his pants was starting to hurt, and the object of his desire was right in front of him, waiting to be enjoyed.

he made up his mind, closed his eyes and sealed your lips together. a kiss that soon became one of the hottest you two had ever had. sunoo was always a gentleman, shy little kisses on your mouth and cheek were his trademark, the boy was afraid and ashamed to go further, he didn't know what to do. but it didn't matter now, because his hands were on the back of your neck and you, now, were sure that he wanted you.

as you parted, a thin line of saliva connected the two of you. sunoo's lips were red and swollen, more appetizing than anything you had ever eaten. a naughty smile took over your expression, but it didn't last long as you had the boy seeking your lips again like a hungry man, as if you were the only thing that could save him from starving.

his hands were placed on your hips, squeezing lightly, and then on your face, and everywhere. sunoo wanted to feel your body all over his, without separations, as one. your mouth went all over the places you could access through the button-down uniform, marking his skin with red stains and bites. and sunoo, even if inexperienced, mirrored your behavior, also biting and kissing the entire length of your neck. you two were a complete mess.

the pleasure of the makeout was so great that sunoo unconsciously put his leg between yours and, desperate for friction and relief, started rubbing himself, moaning breathlessly as you moved to meet his movements.

"so... hm, you need to relieve yourself, don't you, sweetie?" you said, breathing heavily, and sunoo murmured a yes, not wanting to take his face off your neck. "i'll help you, don't worry." you finished, giving the boy a comically chaste kiss compared to the lewd act of the two of you. you then slowly lowered yourself to your knees, very close to the boy due to the small size of the booth.

"look at that..." you said, groping sunoo's member over his pants, noticing the dark spot on the fabric, indicating pre-cum. you kissed the area. sunoo could swear you were the most beautiful creature in the world. “i’m going to help you, ok?” you finished by sloppily unbuckling his leather belt, then undid the button and zipper of his pants. the sight was magnificent, making you salivate even over the fabric of his underwear. sunoo's cock was huge and you wasted no time in discarding everything that prevented you from observing the organ in all its glory.

"you're beautiful, sunoo," you said, as soon as his cock popped out, almost softly hitting your face.

in some other situation, the boy might have been feeling some kind of insecurity about his body or something, but lust had destroyed his logical reasoning, he wanted you, you, you, and just thinking about how fucked up he was made his dick twitch.

finding the situation cute, you laughed softly. your boyfriend is adorable, and will be even more adorable when he’s on the verge of tears from not being able to hold his moans. so you wasted no time and held his cock by the base, jerking slowly. you got confident and increased the pace as you saw the boy stagger with the new sensation that took over his whole body.

"ohh, y/n..."

without taking your eyes off the boy, you gave the head an experimental cat lick, watching triumphantly as he trembled. the salty flavour reached your taste buds and only stirred up the desire to have it all in your mouth, and so you did, dedicatedly sucking the pink head and then pushing as far as your throat could reach, repeating this movement several times.

"a-ahh, y-y/n, don't stop, please, it's too good..." cried sunoo, trying to keep his voice low, putting one of his hands on your hair and pulling lightly. the other was in his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds. his body was being totally controlled by pleasure.

"don't worry, honey," you pulled his cock out of your mouth, making a popping noise, choosing to jerk it sloppily with your hands. "i'm going to take care of this, okay? you're going to cum so hard for me, aren't you? i'm going to milk your cock all over." with each sentence, your rhythm increased, making lewd wet sounds.

"p-please.. don't, ahh, say such dirty things.”

"but you asked for it, sunoo, you're so dirty." the boy moaned in response, his hips unconsciously thrusting to fuck your hand. "begging me like a bitch in heat who can't wait," your hand was relentless, carefully working from the base to the head of his member. "fucking my hand and mouth like it was my pussy... i bet you're already addicted to the feeling, you'll want it every day, won't you?”

"y-yes, i've always- aah, wanted that, always wanted you to touch me, y/n."

"and you couldn't even use the right words for it, tsc tsc." you said, with your hand still working on his cock, squeezing and releasing in strategic places. "apologize, sunoo, tell me how you're going to ask for it next time, hm? like the good boy you are." you bit your lip, trying to not moan yourself with the scene in front of you.

"s-sorry, hmm, y/n... i'm going to ask you to suck me-, ohh, a-and make me cum, and do whatever you- my god, ahh, whatever you want with me." by the pulsation of his cock in your hand, you could feel that he was close.

“see? wasn’t that hard being good for me.”

that was the last straw for sunoo, who let out a white jet right in your face, staining your uniform a little. luckily you captured his cock again with your mouth and swallowed the rest of the liquid.

while sunoo was trying to catch his breath, he could swore he lost it again when he saw you scooping up his cum with your index finger and putting it inside your mouth in one movement. your tie was loose, your lips red and swollen, and the marks he made started to paint your neck. everything was making his mind foggy with lust but then you pulled him back, with a smile on your face.

"next time, love, try not to get my uniform dirty."

© kimsunos, 2023.

[stillarandom-radfem]

This post is going to cause controversy here on radblr. I already know that, and I'm ready for it. But there is something that I've just got to get off my chest, here. It's been bugging me for a long time now, but for the longest time, I couldn't quite find the words to describe my feelings.

Here's the thing. It's not that female separatists are wrong, necessarily, with regard to their arguments about male violence. OSA women like myself are at a greater risk of interpersonal violence from men, intimate partner violence does make up the majority of domestic violence statistics, men are the most likely people to rape or murder us, and yes, living without men therefore probably would improve straight and bisexual women's lifespan/overall quality of life in most cases. BUT. The way many female separatists (who are most often lesbians) go about presenting their arguments is not only unnecessarily rude to women who have done nothing to deliberately harm them (and, when it includes such colorful monikers as "dick worshipper" and "cock rider" in it, reasonably comes off as an attack), but it includes many of the same tactics that homophobes use against LGB people to make their point. I'm sure that homophobes doing that stuff to you is hurtful, but I'm also at least 99% sure that heterosexual women who are radfems (or rad-adjacent, if you prefer) aren't the ones leveling those attacks, and don't therefore deserve to be responded to with such ferocity. Two wrongs do not, in this case, make a right. And it needs to stop.

For example, you ask?

Acting like heterosexual relationships must be purely sexual, with no actual love involved whatsoever.

I see LGB people complaining about homophobes doing this to them all the time. "You think our relationships inherently obscene or kinky because you can't picture us actually being in love; all you can think of is the sexual part! You think a sizable chunk of the population is incapable of love or human connection, and that is dehumanizing!" Yes, I have no doubt in my mind that it is. But then look at what you do when you try to call out heterosexual/bisexual women for being with men, and you are doing exactly the same thing to us. You talk about OSA relationships, and the first and, often, only thing you ever bring up is the sexual aspect of them. The word "love" almost never comes up. It's like it doesn't even occur to you that OSA women might actually fall in love with or have very deep romantic feelings for their male partners, not unlike you, as a lesbian, may have or have had towards any girlfriends you have ever dated, any women you have ever crushed on, or, if you're lucky, your wife. Now, do OSA women have sex with our boyfriends or husbands, if we have them? Of course we do! Have you ever had sex with your wife or girlfriend? Or, if you're single, would you, if you had one? Of course you would, and you know it! Does that negate your feelings for her, somehow? No? Your relationships are not purely sexual just because there is sex involved? Then why would you assume that sex being involved would make heterosexual relationships suddenly be only sexual? Also, news flash: vibrators exist. So do dildos. Or women (including het women) could just use their fingers or a pillow. There are many ways for a woman of any orientation to get off without a man if getting off is all that she's after. If she is choosing to be in an actual serious relationship with a man, it's most likely because she's in love with him. You are trying to convince her that there is something more important for her to consider, in spite of her feelings. So, perhaps instead of insinuating that she is some kind of sex-obsessed slut who is screwing over her entire sex deliberately for the sake of a few orgasms, you can start start there, instead.

Acting like other people's sexual orientations can be changed (not yours, of course, just, you know, everyone else's).

I see homophobes acting this way towards LGB people all the time, claiming that the sex(es) you are attracted to is a choice somehow, shaming you for preferring the "wrong" one (or the "wrong" one at the moment, if you're bi). Which, personally, has always struck me as kinda weird, because they never seem to apply the same logic to themselves. They never stop to suggest whether their own orientation is a choice or not. I guess it's pretty obvious why they won't, because then it comes down to two possibilities: if they are with strictly the opposite sex by choice, then it's very probable that they are actually bisexual, and behave as they do towards gay people due to internalized homophobia, whereas, if their strict opposite sex attraction is not a choice, then they have just admitted that their own orientation is innate, so why would they assume everyone else's not to be? It makes no sense. And incels will take it a step further, yelling slurs at lesbians for only wanting to have sex with other women instead of them. It's all pretty fucked up and illogical, and just for the record, I think you all deserve much better. Of course your sexuality isn't a choice. And yet... I mean, I can't even begin to count how many lesbian separatist blog posts I have read full of women acting as if heterosexuality is a choice. "Ew, moids are ugly, dicks are gross, what's wrong with you, why would you choose that?!" Newsflash, gyns: we didn't. That's just our sexual orientation, and we didn't choose it any more than you chose yours. We may still choose to be celibate in spite of our orientation, or, if we're bi, we might still decide to only date other women. But we will still always have the capacity to be physically attracted to/fall in love with men, and for those of us who are straight, we can only experience that with men exclusively. That's just the way it is. We can't control that; it's innate. Some of you, upon grappling with this fact, immediately jump straight to the incel way of doing things and begin slinging the aforementioned colorful monikers (ahem, sexualized anti-woman slurs aforementioned in this blog post) for only being attracted to men instead of you. It actually smacks of sexual harassment, and then you wonder why so many straight women stop following/won't follow you. Or, leap right into calling us lesbophobes because we don't want to take sexual harassment like that from anybody, man or woman alike. Call me crazy, but the last time I checked, a "lesbophobic woman" was a woman who hates lesbians for only being attracted to other woman, not a woman who simply refuses to date/sleep with you. What, you have a right to bodily autonomy, but straight/bisexual women don't?! And yeah, I know, I know. "Stop comparing us to incels! Lesbians aren't predatory!" Well, true, most of you are not. The vast, overwhelming majority of you are completely fine and normal. But I always give the side eye to any notion of an entire group of people (any people) being all perfect, pristine angels carte blanche (a scant few people in every large enough group are going to be creeps), and if a scant few of you don't want to be compared to incels... Well, then maybe you should stop behaving like them. Because, when you explicitly resort to their same tactics, even I get the ick off of a few of you, and I'm probably the least homophobic straight person I know. 🤨🤨🤨

They call you "c*rpet m*ncher", "qu**r", "f*g", "d*ke", etc., over your orientation. You then call women (who probably didn't even call you that!) "dick worshipper", "cock rider", etc., over ours.

Enough said. Do I even need to point out (again) that these are almost all just a bunch of sexualized, anti-woman slurs? Do you really think that this is going to bring women over to your side, as opposed to just driving them away? And do you actually think that your female separatist movement is going to have any kind of major societal effect if you would rather drive women away from it, rather than bringing them in? It won't have any impact that way; it will only die out. And, look, I don't think that homophobes should be treating you like that, either. They most definitely should not. I have no doubt that them slinging those slurs at you constantly over your sexual orientation (which you can't control) is extremely hurtful and probably even scary for you. You deserve so much better than that. But, again, last time I checked "lesbophobe" means someone who hates you for only being attracted to other women, not a woman who refuses to date/sleep with you, and, from what I can tell, radfems appear to be, by and large, very pro-gay. Even when we, ourselves, are not. So, it seems very unlikely to me that we're the ones calling you names like that (unless you can show me receipts or something, in which case, go ahead). Until that happens, it occurs to me that people of all sexual orientations are pointing fingers, accusing each other of being sex-obsessed perverts, and calling each other names because, idk, maybe the drama is more interesting to some people than minding their own business? Or they literally can't wrap their minds around being attracted to that sex, so they attack anyone who is? Idk, it all seems very juvenile, and I should think there would be better ways to tell someone that some aspect of their lifestyle is unhelpful to the movement and/or mentally unhealthy to them than merely resorting to often sexualized mudslinging attacks. Honestly, no matter what your views on female separatism or sexual orientation are, can we all just agree to a ceasefire on the relentless mudslinging on all sides?? Please??? This is middle school shit, and it's really getting annoying. Everyone. On both sides. You're like a pack of schoolyard bullies. Stop it.

Again, I'm not saying that female separatists' arguments against dating/sleeping with/marrying and/or having kids with men are entirely wrong. Male violence is a problem for a lot of women, and refusing to be in relationships with them probably would reduce it greatly. But acknowledging heterosexual and bisexual women as being capable of romantic love towards whichever sex(es) we are capable of experiencing attraction to, acknowledging all sexual orientations as something innate that can not be changed and not a choice, and refusing to resort to juvenile mudslinging attacks will not take away from those facts in any way. So, I guess I just don't see what the reasoning is for so many female separatists to refuse to even consider them?

[fairyhaos]

❍ the 2k event: minghao + galleries

alternative title: most beautiful art

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

genre: non-idols, fluff, established relationship, art galleries, proposal au

word count: 1877

warnings: pet names (love, darling)

event taglist: @slytherinshua @rubywonu @pepperonijem @amxlia-stars @weird-bookworm @hannyoontify @my-moarmy-heart @suminsfav @minhui896 @haocovr @lockburn-castle @sweet-like-caramel @horanghae8 @graybaeismytae @karionice @hopetiger10 @shuabby1994 @yonabutnotyuna @lvlystars @k-drama-adict @onedumbho3 @sluttyhansol @haowrld

Art galleries aren't your thing, but they are Minghao's. 

"I think you're a little insane for this," he tells you, half-seriously, but the fondness and wonder is evident in the undercurrent of his voice, and you laugh, watching your boyfriend as he slowly drifts towards the first of the artworks in the room. 

"Insane only for you, my darling," you say teasingly, but he looks back at you with a smile all the same. You shrug, casual, like this is no big deal. "I have friends who have friends in high places. I know how to pull strings in order to hire an art gallery for a couple of hours."

Minghao's eyes widen at that, straightening from where he's bending down to read a plaque. "A couple of hours?" When you only grin wider, he shakes his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more than I do right now.”

You laugh, putting your hands in the pockets of your dress pants with a bashful shrug. “I know how much you’ve wanted a private viewing in this gallery.”

“I have,” he says, face softening as he walks over to you and kisses you quickly, before grinning, wider than you’ve ever seen him grin before, his expression glowing with an almost childish giddiness. “And if you need me, I’ll be… somehwere.”

With that, he disappears through the several archways into another room, lost into the worlds of paints and marble and stories.

You smile, heart feeling so full to bursting, happy that your boyfriend looks happy. His birthday is coming up soon, but that isn’t the reason that you’ve gone to all the effort to hire this art gallery, just for the two of you, for an obscene amount of money. Oh, no. This is for something a little bit bigger.

You’re planning to propose.

Slowly, you wander through the rooms, keeping an eye out for where Minghao is, smiling impossibly wide as you watch him take pictures in the empty gallery, very clearly enjoying himself immensely. Art galleries have a certain ambience that is rather nice, you suppose. With all the gilded frames and wooden floors and the entire aura of beauty and delicacy and riches, it really would make a nice place to propose.

Everything is all planned out. In the center showroom of the gallery, you’ve managed to ask them to empty it out completely. In your pocket, the velvet ring case sits comfortably against your thigh, a warm secret you’re planning on exposing very, very soon. And in your heart, there resides a mess of nerves, but also hope, hope that everything will turn out well.

You’ve been dating for years now, and you’re both settled, and talks of marriage have been skirted around for at least a year. Minghao will smile and shake his head whenever you bring it up, and an excited giddiness rises up inside you every time you think of what his reaction will be of you proposing to him.

“Y/N, love, come look at this!”

Your head snaps up at Minghao’s voice, and you automatically find yourself gravitating towards it, drifting across the room to where he is. “I’m coming!”

Well, you don’t have long to wait to find out. Somewhere, waiting up in the CCTV room, there’s Junhui, who’s watching and waiting for your go-signal so that he can launch your proposal surprise.

But until then, you’ll enjoy this gallery date with your boyfriend, his arm linked with yours.

———————————— 🌃

You’re hiding something, and Minghao knows it.

He knows it for two reasons: number 1 being that you’re unusually jumpy, and number 2 being that you’re actually paying attention to the art.

He’s brought you to countless museums and art galleries before, sometimes against your will, most of the time with you agreeing to go. But he’s noticed that you never really look all that closely at the artworks. Mostly, you’re following him around, taking pictures of him, chattering thoughtfully or staying silent.

But as he watches you squint unusually hard at one oil painting portrait, he decides that you’re definitely hiding something from him.

“Darling?”

You flinch, and then lift your head up to look at him, eyes bright under the gallery lights as you beam. “Yes, my love?”

Minghao looks at you for a long moment, before just smiling and extending his hand out to you. He smiles wider as your eyes light up even more, and you walk over to him without questioning, grasping his outstretched hand and interlacing your fingers together.

Well, really, if you keep smiling at him like that forever, then he kind of thinks that it'll be okay for you to keep your secret for however long you want.

He leans in and kisses your cheek, softly, chuckling as you scrunch your nose at the action. “Let’s keep going, he says, squeezing your hand. “Two hours isn’t as long as you think.”

“That’s true,” you say thoughtfully, and follow dutifully as he leads you out of the room and into another. “In which case, why don’t we go to the center showroom now? They probably have all of the best stuff, right?”

“Sure,” Minghao says, guiding you through the rooms. He looks back at you, once, and then slows down, the smile on his face spreading.

You stop too, the confusion evident on your face, before Minghao steps into your space and brushes the finger of his other hand over your cheek, and then kissing you softly. It’s a short kiss, short and sweet, but you smile against his lips almost instantly, melting into him as the finger on your cheek turns into a whole hand. He cradles your face, delicate, and lets out a quiet laugh as you hum in content when he pulls away.

“I love you,” he says, low and sincere. “And I always will. I’ve loved you for too long to stop loving you now.”

“Goodness, look at you getting all cheesy on me,” you say teasingly, the adoration clear as day in your gaze as he brushes his thumb over your cheek once before letting you go, walking back through the gallery once more. “I guess I managed to turn the Xu Minghao into a softie, hm?”

Minghao fakes an exasperated sigh, his own lips twitching upwards in fondness. “I guess you really have.”

He finally arrives to a room that leads into the center showroom, but then his steps slow in confusion as he takes in the sight through the archways. He frowns, confusion giving way to concern and worry.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “Why is this room empty?”

You just smile, and release his hand. You take a step back, and then gesture for him to walk into the showroom. “Go on,” you encourage. “It’ll make sense in a minute, I promise.”

Minghao tilts his head, lips twisted in bewilderment, but he does as you ask. He walks into the room, slowly, looking around for anything suspicious. But he can’t see anything, and he stops in the middle of the room to look back at you. You’re standing at the entranceway, and your smile looks like it’s trembling. If Minghao didn’t know any better, he’d say you were sad.

But he does know better, has known you for years, and knows that when your eyes sparkle like that, you're not sad, but excited.

“Perfect,” you breathe out, and suddenly all the lights go off in the room, save for a spotlight directly over Minghao.

He blinks, startled. “Y/N?”

“Minghao,” you return, smiling wider. “Hao, what do you think the most beautiful piece of art in the world is?”

Minghao simply gapes, open-mouthed, trying to understand what’s going on.

“Is it one of your own paintings?” you ask. “Is it a painting at all? Maybe it’s a sculpture. A collage. A dance piece.” You step forward, slowly. “Art can come in many forms. Beauty comes in many forms.” You interlace your fingers together, gradually making your way across the threshold and into the showroom. “Hao. Guess what I think the most beautiful art in the world is.”

Minghao shakes his head. “I don’t know.” His heart is pounding: he doesn’t know what you’re doing.

“It’s you,” you say, and your words are warm and he sees the way your eyes positively light up at your own confession. “Ever since the day we met, it’s always been you. You, with your wit and your sarcasm and your gentleness and your… well, your everything. You’ve always been the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”

“Me?” The cogs are turning in Minghao’s brain, trying to work out what you’re doing as you continue to step even closer to him, until you’re almost at the edges of the light of his spotlight.

You stop, right before you can step into the circle of light. “The center showroom is for special artworks,” you say. “For special exhibitions, too. Special visits, from special people, who might be interested in the artwork, who find themselves enamoured by it, and want to spend years gazing at the artwork that most catches their eye.” You pause, and then smile. “It’s for special proposals, of a sorts.”

Finally, finally, everything clicks. Minghao’s eyes widen as he watches you reach into your pocket and slowly get down on one knee in front of him.

“Oh,” he says, stunned. “You’re…”

“Xu Minghao," you say, and your voice is shaking, but your eyes are brighter than a thousand stars. "I love you. Perhaps more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything, before. And I promise to cherish you, to appreciate you, and to show you that love for as long as the two of us live, if you're willing."

You swallow, take a deep breath, and then beam up at him, opening the little velvet box in your hands to reveal a diamond engagement ring. 

"Minghao," you say softly, voice quietened with nerves, "will you marry me?"

There's a heavy moment as Minghao simply stares down at you, speechless, hand over his mouth. And then he nods, vigorously, pulling you to your feet and cradling your face in his hands. 

"Yes! Oh, of course," he breathes, and then wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. "Of course. I love you. I love you."

He repeats it over and over as he rubs circles into your back, feeling the way you shake in his arms, his own mind still reeling over the fact that he's just been proposed to. By the love of his life. 

You're murmuring "I love you"s right back at him, and his heart swells as he pulls away and lets you slide the ring on his finger, lips twitching upwards in both amusement and sheer joy. 

He looks up from his hand to your face, and under the bright light of the spotlight, you look like you're glowing, both with happiness and a beautiful, angelic light. 

"For the record," Minghao says, as his newly ringed left hand cups your cheek and the other rests against your waist, "in my opinion, you're the most beautiful piece of art too."

And then he leans in, and your fiancé's lips against yours are utter bliss. 

[kaeyx]

So….if were gonna say Dazai likes being slapped around and manhandled during sex do you also think he would be into pussy slapping(receiving or giving idk i feel like he would just love it either way) 👉🏾👈🏾

HELL YEAH BROTHER now I know he'd love to slap your pussy but.... slapping his pussy for a change. He loves everything about it, how you make him lie back and hold his legs up so he's completely exposed, or how you tie him up like that, spread out with nowhere to go, no way to hide himself or wriggle away. Dazai loves straining against the ropes and finding that yeah, you actually do know how to tie knots. Your hands on his cunt feel divine, gentle fingertips starting at his belly button and running down his happy trail, drawing little patterns on his mound and tracing his outer lips. It's not enough to get him off and he whines about it, but you don't give him anything else.

You take your time exploring his pussy, stroking your thumb up and down the shaft of his little cock and swirling it around his clit, already beginning to poke out because of his arousal. Dazai whines when you lean down and pepper kisses all over that lovely cock of his and suck on the head, your hands rubbing up and down the backs of his thighs. His slit is already wet, folds beginning to shine as he starts to drip, unable to do anything but feel his own wetness roll down and coat his asshole. You make sure to rub that too, pressing a slick finger against the tight hole but not really making an effort to press inside, too preoccupied with the way his cunt is clenching on nothing and crying for attention.

Dazai has to writhe and whine in the ropes as you take your time, kissing and sucking all up and down his cunt, moaning into his skin and dipping your tongue inside his hole just to tease. You're being incredibly mean, building him up to the edge with long, slow licks, taking his cock into your mouth and using its size to your advantage, sucking on the whole thing at once and covering it in kisses that have him shaking and begging. And right when he's finally about to cum, humping your face and shaking like a leaf, his pussy trembling against your mouth.... you pull off and give him a few hard slaps, making sure to hit his big clit too. Dazai yelps and howls, crying about his ruined orgasm and the pain, but his cunt is sopping wet and beginning to flush a gorgeous pink from the abuse.

You kiss it better of course, soothing your harsh slaps with gentle kisses and apologetic licks, but as soon as Dazai relaxes and begins to get close you lean back and land a few open handed smacks to his pretty cunt. It looks gorgeous, his slick covering his thighs and your hand, making even his bush glisten. His little cock is achingly hard and his clit has swelled and turned red, almost purple from all the sensations attacking it now that it's not protected by the hood. His folds are similarly puffy, twitching rhythmically, almost begging for more attention. Dazai himself looks beautiful with his hair all tangled and face flushed, body gleaming with sweat as tears roll down his cheeks. He whines when you look at him and begs, for what you don't know.

It takes a few more repetitions, mean slaps soothed with your careful mouth, but eventually Dazai stops squirming and simply takes it. He's drooling, eyes half shut, his poor cunt spanked red and swollen. To you, it's the most beautiful thing in the world. You tell him that, rubbing soft circles around his clit and painting it with his wetness, calling him your princess, your beautiful boy, so well behaved. Dazai barely manages to groan, the sound ending in a choked sob when your lips wrap around the base of his poor, abused cock and begin to suck. In earnest this time, coupled with your fingers sliding easily into his cunt and curling up against his walls, filling the room with obscene sounds as he cries and strains against the ropes. It only takes a few minutes for him to be right on the edge and this time you don't pull away, redoubling your efforts as you suffocate yourself in him, his cunt hot and wet on your lips. Dazai cums with a wail, trembling, trying to buck his hips against your face to get everything he can. You let him ride out his well earned orgasm, your tongue gently lapping up his mess and being careful to not press too hard on anything, you know it all hurts now.

And of course once he's done you untie him and wipe the sweat off his chest, giving him water and letting him lie with his legs spread so nothing touches his poor pussy while you run a bath. And after he's all cleaned up you cuddle him and maybe even cup his pussy over his sleep shorts, giving the tender area a few rubs just to feel him flinch in your arms, and tell him he did an amazing job.

[sugar-omi]

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY N ITS FINALLY HERE WOOOO!!! i'm so insane abt this idea that you can prbly expect more of it...

DAY EIGHT — NEIGHBORS-WITH-BENEFITS

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn + bottom reader, between step 3-4?, outdoor/beach sex, multiple choice dialogue, use of toys, bonus funny bit at the end <333

synopsis : you and cove don't get along like your parents hoped. at least.. not as friends.

you and cove can be around each other when hanging out with your friends or family, and exchange the occasional neighborly wave. but other than that, you can't stand each other.

but somehow you end up like this, time and time again.

with both of you exchanging horny gazes from across the room, suggestive or obscene gestures (sucking that popsicle so lewdly rewarded you, well cove actually, the best throat fucking of your life.)

or sneaking out to the others room because one of you sent a text to open the window or a nude...

and before you can think twice, cove is pushing you up against the nearest surface and kissing you breathless…

even though you can't stand how selfish he is half the time, and how he doesn't think things through and says and does whatever he wants… well you must not hate it that much since you've nearly ripped his shirt in half trying to get him naked.

or like that time you begrudgingly went with him to his mom's house to pick up his things, and fucked him in the car behind the gas station.

yeah, you definitely don't like him. you just.. like him sometimes. although sometimes, seems to be more like most of the time.. all the time…

but that's tomorrow y/n's problem. right now you're trying to keep your composure in front of all these people.

cove comes up behind you, pretending to grab some snacks from the table. but in actuality, he's whispering in your ear, his hand hot on your hip.

"follow me in 5 minutes…"

you tense, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you. you nod, trying not to spill your drink.

then he disappears, fading into the crowd.

fuck, this man has ruined you.

that was the longest 5 minutes of your life, and you almost missed cove disappearing behind the lifeguard shed.

finally breaking free from your sister and cousin trying to keep you on the dance floor, you rush up the beach and try to find cove.

it's a bit hard since it's so dark out here, and you have to stop yourself from shouting when someone yanks you into a dark corner.

"shh, it's just me.." cove whispers.

you go to scold him for scaring you, but he pushes you up against the side of the building, his hips grinding into yours.

your head spins, you can feel his bulge through his shorts and his lips slot with yours, his tongue taking control of your mouth.

resigning that you can't tell him off, you bite his tongue, making him hiss and pull away.

"ow- what was that f-" cove's compliant is interrupted by your lips on his neck, your hands moving from his shoulders to grab his butt.

he groans, panting as you pull down his collar to leave more marks. "shit… don't.. leave marks…" he gasps out, his hands trembling on your shoulders.

you pull off his neck, a nice red hickey blooming on his collarbone. "why? y'know you left marks on me last time."

you got the most embarrassing talk of your life when your mom's saw the hickey under your jaw. keeping the secret of who left it didn't help either…

cove gasps, his breath shaking. "i-i told you i was sorry…"

you roll your eyes, tugging his tank top off. you don't know why he was wearing it anyway, you're at a beach party and cove never covers up, no matter how cold he is.

"shut up and fuck me before someone comes looking for us."

cove doesn't say anything, tugging down your shorts and underwear.

"fuck.. you actually wore it." cove says in disbelief, his fingers brushing against the vibrator inside you that he asked you to wear so he could control it, since you barred sex after the hickey scandal.

"well duh, didn't you get my text?" you ask, referring to the photo you sent him.

cove flushes, thinking. ".. i didn't charge my phone."

you roll your eyes, "you're so spacey. stop gaping, you asked for it so take it out and fuck me, holden."

cove grits his teeth, your eyes zeroing in on the veins in his hand and forearm.

he's too sexy for his own good…

cove's lips are on you before you can come back to reality, the kiss is messy and wet, your moans muffled by his eager lips.

begrudgingly, he breaks up the kiss and flips you around, falling to his knees and spreading your cheeks to get a full view of your hole, pulling out the vibe.

he can't help himself from leaning forward and licking at your hole, unable to resist how it clenched around nothing.

"ahh.." you breath out, pushing your ass back on cove's face.

fuck, as much as you'd love him to eat you out / rim you, you don't have time.

"hu-ohhh fuck.." his tongue dips into your hole, trying to scoop out your insides with his tongue. "hurry.. up!" you bark.

cove detaches himself from your sex, taking a condom from his pants pocket and hurrying to unbutton his shorts and rolling it over his dick.

he hisses, biting his lip.

he tried to get off by himself since you still sent him the occasional nude or dirty text. he even looked back at some of his favorite photos of you… but it's just not the same now that he's had you under him.

cove lines himself with your entrance, sinking easily into your wet insides.

you slap a hand over your mouth, muffins the loud moan about to burst from your throat.

cove's cock hits the deepest spot inside you, the vein on the underside of his dick pulsing and rubbing against a tender spot inside you.

your eyes roll back, and you close them, panting I to your hand.

even though you tried to get off by yourself. it wasn't the same as cove's dick. your fingers just didn't feel the same and the couple of toys you had hidden in your room aren't the same as his dick or when he controls your vibe…

cove's head rests between your shoulder blades, panting as he tries to wait for you to adjust.

you're so tight and warm around him, and he can't tell if it's because you haven't done it in awhile or because he missed this.

you lick your lips, swallowing. "move… c'mon.."

cove laughs breathily, strained if anything. "you're desperate…"

you bark at him, "you're the one who put it in in one thrust!"

cove doesn't say anything, holding your hips and removing his sweaty forehead from your back to watch his dick pull out your clingy hole, enjoying the way your hole wraps around him so nicely, almost not wanting to let go.

"yeah yeah…" he says dismissively, ignoring anymore bickering you're trying to start.

"hey, are you listeni-nnng!" your question turns into a moan. cove's tip slamming right against your g-spot.

cove huffs through his nose. the sound of skin against skin is too loud, someone would definitely try and find what's making that sound..

he wraps his arms around your waist, his lips against your shoulder, planting light kisses and nips but not leaving marks.

you gasp, sucking in air.

cove's thrust are more like a dog humping your leg, and as much as you want to make fun of him for being a horny bastard, you can't deny that you love how deep he is, and how he's never too far away.

"whaa- what are you…" you can't even finish the words out. his tip grinding against your willing insides and his hand coming around to stroke your dick / clit has you breathless.

"someone will hear.. just shhh." cove shushes you, tilting your head to face him, capturing your moans in a kiss, pushing them down with his tongue.

you feel irritated by the pressure building in your stomach. damn cove and damn him for making you be able to finish so quickly from doing half of nothing.

"are you..?" cove mutters, not straying too far from your lips.

you hum, trying to nod.

"me too…" and it's your turn to laugh. cove glares at you, a playful grin on his face and narrowed eyes. "what's so funny, huh?"

you press your lips together to stop from moaning, cove's hips grinding into yours. "cause- you're.. you're such a minute man…"

cove pulls you against his chest, your nails scraping down the side of the building. "me? i'm bot the one who came just from putting it in."

you bristle, "that's! that's because you were, ahh-"

cove mocks you, fake stuttering and he has a wicked smirk on his stupid face. "what? i finger blasted you and ate you out so good you came just from the tip? it was that good, huh."

you're so irritated by that damn smile on his face and his smug voice, but you can't deny it.

your parents went on a day trip and with your sister off at college, and cove's dad at the shop… it was too perfect to not have cove over.

and yeah, maybe you think about that day a lot but what does he know?

you go to bite back, you don't even know what you could say since he already exposed and roasted you with one comment.

but that dies on your tongue before the words can even come to you, cove's pace on your sex picking up, wanting you to finish first.

"that's it… just cum for me." cove groans, babbling a bit since you're not listening, one of your hands holding his scared forearm for support, your fingers and hole quivering as you near your end.

you hiss out his name, your legs shaking and if it wasn't for cove holding you up, you would fall into the sand.

cove groans, finishing soon after you, his fingers holding onto your waist tightly.

you both enjoy the afterglow for a bit before cove removes himself from your sweaty body, carefully pulling himself out from your hole.

cove kindly helps you get dressed, pulling your bottoms up your quivering legs.

but not before stuffing your vibrator back inside you and giving your butt a couple nice smacks with his fingers.

you scold him but he just laughs, stealing a kiss before he starts to part. "want me to drive you home?"

your eyes switch between his lips and his eyes before you shake your head. "gotta get back to liz an-"

"there you are!"

you both startle, whipping around to see your cousin running towards you, her and liz locked arm and arm. derek trails behind them, chatting animatedly with terri.

they're giggling, a bit tipsy. well, maybe more than a bit…

"what're you doing here?" lee asks in a sing-song voice, almost knowing. but you roll your eyes, she's more drunk than anything.

"nothing. cove was just wondering if i needed help pulling you off that poor guy you were latched onto earlier." you smirk, joking with your cousin.

"hey! jokes on you, i got his number!" lee announces triumphantly.

terri throws her arm around you and cove, startling you both again. "hey! let's stop and get burgers- liz's treat!"

"hey, why do i have to pay?"

terri laughs, dragging you and cove to the car with her hands locked with yours and cove's, swinging together. "cause you're the oldest, duh!"

cove goes to the kitchen, rubbing his hair with a towel.

he mindlessly floats about the kitchen, snagging a bit of everything his dad made.

he's humming happily, pouring a nice glass of juice in his favorite glass and turns with his winnings in hand.

"mm- oh!" cove startles, almost dropping his plate.

his dad was standing behind him, a stern look on his face and arms tightly folded. cove doesn't miss his fingers flexing and gripping his bicep.

"uh.. dad?"

"cove. what are those marks on your back." it's not a question, per say.. he knows what they are. he's just seeing if cove knows.

he swallows, cursing his carelessness that costed you get revenge.

"um.. dad, wait. i- i can explain?" cove shrugs, his lip curling up awkwardly. there is no explaining this away…

before either of them can say something, cove's phone beeps from its place on the counter, finally charged up.

both of them look at the phone and cove gulps, instinctively looking at his dad for his reaction…

Y/N: yesterday 6:37pm *see attachment* find me beforehand for the remote 💋

Y/N: today 1:49am *see attachment* i guess you can have your privileges back. cya soon holden;)

oh yeah.. you're both fucked.

[svnflower-writes]

Hey, if you are up to it can you write something with Nikolai Lantsov, where the main character is his first army general. and Maybe in a battle the mc got hurt very badly, And Nikolai is fully heart broken and panicked But still trying to play it cool so no one would realise he has feelings for her. So he goes to meet her late at night in her tent, just to check in, and you know make it a little hurt comfort fluff, or maybe add some angst, Up to you. I just need inspiration for a new before bed scenario/daydream

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!first army general!reader

Warnings: blood, injuries

thanks for the request!!

ok wait i’ve never written for the grishaverse so this may be terrible but we’ll see (also i wasn’t sure if you wanted him to be with the mc already or not but i made it an established relationship i hope that's okay xx) (I actually kind of hate this one ngl not my best work i'm so sorry but i hope its okay)

y/n isn’t used because i know a lot of people don’t like it, she/her pronouns used for reader

hurt/comfort + reader uses humour as a crutch A LOT + nikolai is very scared of being a disappointment :( 

Many of Nikolai’s army generals have been hurt, and it always upsets him. But right now? It’s taking every ounce of self control not to go find you and hold you in his arms—but that would be weird on many different levels, partly because no one in the first army—or the world, at that—knew anything about what was going on between the two of you. It was only the early stages of your relationship, you’d been officially dating for a month. Although Nikolai wanted to tell people, you did not out of fear that your fellow members of the first army would see you differently—and Nikolai was a respectful man, he would never push you into anything you weren’t ready for.

So, when he heard the news that you were hurt, he had only just managed to keep himself from asking an obscene amount of questions as to where you were and how long ago the injuries had taken place, keeping it to a simple: “please make sure she gets her injuries treated to as soon as possible.” 

Two hours after he had received the news, he sat in his tent, trying his hardest to get at least a little bit of sleep but failing miserably as he kept tossing and turning wondering if you were okay. He almost felt stupid, being so worried about you (he knew you were strong and you would get through this perfectly, and he had complete faith in you) but he really couldn’t help it. After another half an hour, he realised that he wasn’t going to get any sleep unless he knew you were okay. So, in the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun had even begun to bathe the army camp in warm light, he pulled himself out of bed. He hurriedly got changed and began his walk to your tent. 

He arrived at your tent and quietly asked, “it’s Nikolai, can I come in?”

There was a short moment of silence before you responded, “yeah, of course. Was wondering when you’d show up.”

Once he was inside the tent, he looked around. His eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you alive and well, and a small smile graced his lips. “I’m kind of surprised you’re still up, darling. You should be sleeping so that you heal faster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “and yet, here you are. In my tent, keeping me awake.”

He grinned slightly, “just had to make sure you were okay.”

“Hmm, so you do this for every general who gets hurt? That must take you a lot of time—very thoughtful of you.” your teasing smirk made his heart leap slightly.

“Well, you are very hurt, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, speaking of me being very hurt, could you pass me that fresh bandage? And the tray next to it?”

He instantly grabbed the bandage and tray, “are you okay?” 

You nodded quickly, “yeah, some of the stitches broke just before you came in—I don’t want to wake up anyone so I figured I’d just do it myself.” 

Nikolai frowned, “absolutely not.”

You sighed, “you’re not letting me fix the stitches? Do you want me to bleed out?”

“I just don’t want you to have to do it yourself, you deserve to have someone tending to your wounds.”

You scoffed lightly, a playful grin painting your features. “So are you going to tend to my wounds, your highness?” 

“Yes.” 

You blinked quickly, doing a double take. “What?” 

He smirked, “I said yes.” 

“I thought you’d just get someone-”

“Absolutely not.” he repeated his earlier words, “I’m going to help my girlfriend heal as soon as you possibly can, and I will do whatever I can to help you.”

As he took care of your stitches, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until he spoke up. 

“I was terrified when I heard that you were hurt.” 

You watched his face carefully as he continued to speak. 

“Couldn’t even sleep, I was so worried.” 

You gently took his hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to it before laughing gently, “well, if you think you were scared, imagine how I must have felt.” 

Nikolai didn’t laugh with you, “that’s exactly what I was thinking. You were hurt and I wasn’t there for you when you got hurt and I should have been there and–” 

You shut him up with a quick kiss, “no, don’t say that. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You couldn’t have known.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now focus on making sure I don’t bleed out, and then we can cuddle.”

[safetycar-restart]

for day 18: omega!Oscar and omega!Lando…

maybe Oscar goes into heat and just wants to be taken care of; Lando taking this so seriously and doing such a good job, making Oscar come so much that by the time you get to fuck him he’s overstimulated and sleepy because Lando tired him out so much 🥵

You, anon, are a true visionary. This is so good.

So I actually think that omega!Lando is very protective of Oscar? Even more so than you are. Lando is a very possessive omega, and he doesn't like it when anyone comes near his omega or alpha.

Maybe the relationship starts with just you and lando? Lando loves you so much, and he's always talking about you with Oscar. As him and Oscar get closer, they start to nest together and of course Lando always has your clothes in his nests.

To Oscar's surprise, he actually really likes your scent in lando's nests?? He finds himself nuzzling against your hoodies, rubbing them against his cheek. Lando purrs when he sees that, instantly wanting to pull Oscar closer and kiss him softly. It feels like your both of their alpha, and Lando finds himself imagining making out with Oscar surrounded by your scent, two happy, horny omegas waiting for their alpha to return.

That thought scares him, because he knows that would be cheating. You barely even know Oscar, and yet he's fantasising about Oscar joining the relationship.

But luckily, when you do get to know Oscar it's so clear that you feel the same way Lando does. After spending a day with them both, you and Lando talk about Oscar as you fuck that night. So it's pretty damn clear that you both feel the same way.

Oscar, meanwhile, is in absolute heaven when he's with you and Lando. He feels so safe and so comfortable? He's always been skittish and uncertain about alphas, unable to really connect and be himself with them. He doesn't know if it's because Lando is also there or if you're just different, but either way Oscar loves being around you two.

It's so easy for Oscar to join the relationship, the change is almost seamless and its so so good.

The next time Oscar is due to go into heat, he wants you and Lando there. You're hesitant at first, knowing that this would be the first time that Oscar allowed an alpha to help with his heat, but Oscar is insistent. He trusts you and Lando, he needs you there.

When his heat hits, he's cuddled against lando. You're in the kitchen, making sure all the snacks and easy meals are ready to go for during the heat lulls and then you hear Lando shout for you.

By the time you reach the bedroom, Lando is already going down on Oscar. Oscar spots you and whines, trying to get up to reach you so you quickly move forward to hold him.

You try to help Lando prep Oscar but he refuses, even growling a little bit. He loves Oscar so much and he needs to make sure that Oscar is 100% ready. To him, it's almost like he needs to make sure this goes right because it's what would solidify the relationship?

He needs to make sure Oscar is ready for you.

You can see this is important to him, and so you let him do it until he's satisfied. Especially because Oscar is clearly having the time of his life, moaning shamelessly, bucking his hips against Lando' s mouth and cumming over and over again.

So you get into the nest and hold Oscar, kissing him whenever he wants to and praising your two lovely omegas. Eventually Oscar is just a pliant, twitchy mess and Lando is finally satisfied.

He's obscenely wet and open when you fuck into him, and half asleep from how well Lando took care of him. He just lets out soft whines and makes grabby hands for Lando to hold him, relaxing fully once Lando is close and then he just lets you have your way with him.

When you knot him, he just mumbles 'thank you' over and over again, so soft and sweet for you.

(I adore this concept and I'd love for it to be a series!!)

[sunny-day-dream]

Im not really good at asking but for a writing prompt how about unhinged possessive sun or moon going to town on the reader >/////<

Warnings: NSFW, AFAB!Reader, Slight cum inflation, Marking, Possessive Sun/Moon, Breeding kink

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Okay first off, be prepared to not be able to walk again for at least a few days- once they’re in this kind of mood, it’s all over.

🌗 Sun would have you wrapped tight in his arms and propped up in his lap, holding you firmly against his chest as he whined and shuddered as you were forced to take more and more of him- your own sounds (and as ashamed as he is to admit it later- the small pained gasp you let out when he finally sank inside you to the base- deeper than he’d ever managed before) arousing him to a point he’d never known.

🌗 He’d not even want to move at that point, just basking in how hot and tight and p e r f e c t you feel around him, like you were made just for him to enjoy and why shouldn’t that be the case right? You were perched here in his lap, your cunt stretching obscenely around his cock, your fucked dumb expression caused by his actions….it was all for him. You were all for him.

🌗 Eventually though, either because he couldn’t stop his hands from moving to kneed at your hips, or because you started pleading in such a sweet voice- he’d…move. And you very quickly find yourself flat on your back, his body bent over and smothering you as his hips grinded and snapped against your own smaller body, mouth snarling and almost snapping at air as he tried to process the hot, possessive feeling that ran through his frame.

🌗 If you could manage to focus on anything other than that for a moment, you’d see the possessive look flashing across his eyes, his tongue hanging free as he tried to bend and contort himself enough to kiss you- taste you- mark you- something. He just wanted his mouth on your body, but it was hard to do when he was so much bigger than you, and he found himself even more determined to bask in the feeling of your body pinned under his own.

🌗 And oh, when he finally managed to fill you up, hands holding your hips down and against his own as he came, he couldn’t think of a more pretty picture than your cum swollen navel. The hot wave of smug satisfaction he felt as he watched you breathlessly pant and gaze up at him with such a loving look would have him ready to go again in moments.

🌗 He just wanted everyone to know you belonged to him, and with the way Moon was snapping and snarling in his mind, his other half would be more than happy to help make that happen.

🌗 Moon would be much the same, pinning you down and growling as he snapped his hips against your own, but very differently from Sun-

🌗He’d be even more determined to mark you up- to know that anyone who so much as glanced at you after this, would know that you were his- and they’d better look away before he saw them looking at what’s his.

🌗 Unlike Sun, he’d actually manage to contort himself enough to bite at your shoulders and arms, using his rather sharp fingers to gently scrape and scratch at your hips and thighs- trying his best to cover you in any mark he possibly can.

🌗 And as he gazed over your shuddering, shaking form, he’d tilt your hips just so, angle his own just a little more- and watch the very pretty little ‘O’ your mouth made as he jammed himself oh so far inside you and came, tongue hanging limply from his mouth as he watched your eyes roll back in your head. (He’d spend hours petting at your swollen lower navel after this, whispering and humming and quietly hoping something would one day come of his and Suns efforts- stranger things have happened in the Pizzaplex after all.)

[sminiac]

Bestie....hear me out... Sumin overstimulating you

Bye, have a great day(please write something about this)

Hearing you loud and clear bff 🔊

(I had this almost finished earlier and tried to save it as a draft but then it just decided to delete itself? I’m distraught.)

Anyways,, the Mean!Sumin thought never fails to melt my brain into mush, the first thing that’s jumping out at me when I think of Sumin and overstim is the juxtaposition between his incredibly attentive aftercare once he’s worked you through your final orgasm and the assertiveness that finds precedence in his mouth and hands when you’re trying to adjust your way out of his reach so the deft swipe of his finger on your clit keeps slipping astray and cutting you short of reaching his goal.

Him adjusting himself so he’s resting directly at your lower half to keep you in place, spread wide and pretty just for him to see, to touch, his back to your face littered in shallow scratches from the overbearing flurry of indescribable feelings he works into you, not that he cares, he loves it, actually. What he doesn’t love is how you keep running away from him any chance you can find, this makes me think of thigh slapping, the palm of his hand striking the soft flesh as he reprimands you, but he’d always return to the spot with a soothing rub later, a few wet kisses pressed to the affected area.

At this point he couldn’t let himself get past the burning in his forearms and fingers, the type to keep his mouth busy so his brain wouldn’t zero in on the strain of his body falling tired. “You have one more for me, don’t you? Lemme see, c’mon baby, want you t’make a mess.”

I’ve also been seeing a recent influx of posts relating to pussy slapping, the thought of Sumin doing that is eating me alive, would love how messy it gets, your slick coating his skin, would tease you by raising his hand up to your line of sight and spreading his fingers apart enough for you to see the way your arousal spreads into thin strings the further they part, nipping at your earlobe and sucking it into his mouth between his mix of downright nasty sentences that only become more obscene by the minute. GOODBYEEE.

I’m going off track here because I just need to get this filth off of my mind and into yours, but anyways, I think that there’s a high probability that he’d get off untouched, def the type to get so into it that the mf would subconsciously start moaning with you, and I think that’s so????? Like, no friction????? Loves how docile you become when driven into overstimulation, talks to you so sweetly but there’s always this underlying layer of taunting that makes his words taper off into an airy laugh at the end of his sentences. “God you’re so wet, it’s because you like when I’m mean to you, isn’t it?”

I’m not okay.

[candycandy00]

Can you do mr.compress x female reader smut.

Soo reader has a bunny quirk, they're got floppy ears and cute white fluffy tail, mr.compress find them so hot and she's got very cruvy body. *plussize*

Soo I was thinking they're do like a magic trick roleplay type or maybe he's used his quirk in kinky ways😏💦 but I'm letting you be creative with the smut ^.^

Btw your fanfics are amazing😉- 🐰

Smut. 18+.

Hope you like this! I had a lot of fun with it!

You’ve been dating Atsuhiro, Mr. Compress, for several weeks now. It all started innocently enough. You’d noticed that he kept casually mentioning his former career as a stage magician, as if he really wanted someone to ask him more about it, but no one in the League had. One night you decided to ask him about it, mostly because you felt sorry for him, and he talked your ear off. Dabi and Spinner had both walked by at separate times and given you looks of pity, but you were actually interested in Atsuhiro’s stories. He had a way of making them all so dramatic, you wanted to hear more. This led to the two of you spending more time together, which led to a quick kiss before he left for a mission, which led to you spending the night in his room when he came back. All in all, you were happy together.

So a week before Atsuhiro’s birthday, you began planning a wonderful night for him. You ordered a special outfit and some props, and even decorated your room in a specific way and wouldn’t let him come in so as not to spoil the surprise. You were so excited that you spilled the beans to Toga, who seemed amused by the whole thing but had thankfully kept quiet about it.

Now the night is here. All your preparations are about to bear fruit. You put on the outfit you ordered and get in position in your room, then yell, “Ready!” to Atsuhiro, who is waiting outside the door.

From where you are, you can’t see him enter the room, but you can hear the door open and shut behind him, then his soft laughter as he no doubt realizes what you were going for.

The room is decorated to look like a stage, and there are various magician’s items placed around the area. In the center of the “stage”, is a giant top hat turned upside down, and you’re currently hunkered down inside it, only your white floppy bunny ears, a product of your Bunny quirk, visible as they stick slightly out of the hat.

Atsuhiro approaches the hat, but you call out to stop him. “Wait! Don’t look yet! You have to pull me out of the hat.”

He laughs again and says, “Alright. I’ll pull you out now.” You see his hand, the one real one he has, reach in and lightly grasp your ears. He’s touched them many times before, and has in fact seemed quite enamored with them, but there’s something thrilling about feeling him gently tug them upward, you rising along with them to stand up inside the hat.

When you fully come into view, Atsuhiro’s eyes widen and he releases your ears so that he can step back and get a better view. You’re dressed in a stereotypical “Magician’s assistant” costume, with fishnet stockings, a glittery bikini bottom, and a cropped jacket with tails that split apart to reveal your fluffy bunny tail. The costume is tight on you, accentuating your curves. On a thinner woman, the outfit would have been cute and sexy, but on you, with your large breasts and plump thighs, it’s almost obscene.

“Wow,” you hear Atsuhiro say, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. He’s wearing casual clothes and no mask, as he normally does when not on missions for the League.

“Do you like it?” you ask playfully, hopping out of the hat and turning around so he can see how fantastic your ass looks in this outfit. You wiggle your bunny tail a little for dramatic effect.

Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, his hands groping at your curves. “I love it,” he murmurs against your ear.

You smile as you pull out of his grasp and turn to face him. “I thought you could show me some magic tricks first,” you tell him.

He looks around the makeshift “stage” and his eyes fall upon a large box that almost looks like a coffin. It’s a prop used to saw someone in half. He gives you a devious look and says, “Want me to split you in two?”

You blink, feeling heat rush to your face as well as your groin. Atsuhiro isn’t usually the type to engage in much dirty talk, but when he does, it’s hot as hell. You hop up to the box as he opens it, then you climb inside. “How does this even work?” you ask him, genuinely curious.

He shakes one finger at you. “No no, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

You’re lying in the box, and it’s such a tight fit that you can’t move a muscle. Your arms are crossed over your chest, and your feet are sticking through two holes at one end of the box with your head sticking out the other. Atsuhiro is standing over you, looking down with a heated expression, his eyes gleaming as he strokes your ears. Having him touch such a sensitive part of you while you’re completely trapped in the box sends shivers through your whole body.

He reaches toward the side of the box with one hand and your hear something click, as if a small door opened. Then, you feel his hand slide into the box and between your legs. You gasp and tense up, surprised by the sudden sensation of his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of the bikini bottom to stroke you through the fishnets. You can’t move. You’re completely locked in and at his mercy, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life.

You look up at his face, your own blushing as you breathe harder. He’s watching your expression with a smile, his fingers having found their way through the holes in the fishnets. You moan as he rubs your most sensitive spots, wishing you could arch your back but having no room to in this box. And then, he stops. He opens the box and looks down at you, watching your chest heave with your rapid breaths.

“Let’s make your top disappear,” he says.

You sit up and pull off the jacket, then unbutton the white shirt beneath it and toss it over the side of the box, exposing your large, round breasts. You climb out of the box, remembering that this is Atsuhiro’s birthday, and he’s the one who should be feeling pleasure tonight. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him and unbutton his pants, then pull his cock free. He’s already hard, so you close your lips around his length and slide forward until the tip hits the back of your throat and your nose is pressed against his torso.

Atsuhiro groans and grabs one of your ears, just a teensy bit roughly but not enough to hurt. He’s always been gentle with you, perhaps a bit too gentle. Just once you’d like for him to absolutely rail you while squeezing your ears so hard you couldn’t hear a sound. But, this night is about him. Maybe you’ll put in a request at your birthday.

You pull back, letting a string of saliva connect his cock to your mouth, then you extend your tongue and proceed to lick him like an ice cream cone for several seconds before taking him as deep into your throat as possible again.

He’s panting and groaning, lightly squeezing your ear with one hand and burying the other in your hair. This goes on for several minutes, and then he gives your head three taps, the signal that he’s about to cum. You don’t care. For tonight, you want to savor every part of him. You pull back just slightly, leaving your tongue on the tip of his cock so that when he shoots his load, it hits your tongue directly and splashes on your lips. You swallow it, then lick your lips to get the rest of it.

Atsuhiro looks at you with awe and lust in his eyes. Then, as if just realizing he was still gripping your ear, he quickly lets it go and says, “Sorry! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You look up at him, still licking your lips clean. “Not at all. It felt good.”

“Really?” he asks, holding out a hand and helping you to your feet.

“Yeah. You can squeeze them even if harder if you want.”

His eyes shift downward and he asks, “What about your tail?”

“Yes! Squeeze it, pull it, do whatever you like with it!”

“And you’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”

You grin at him. “Maybe I like for it to hurt a little.”

He blushes and looks away for a moment, then his eyes return to your face. He reaches around behind you and grips your soft fluffy tail in his hand. Watching your eyes, he squeezes, gently at first, and then more tightly. Your tail is extremely sensitive, even more so than your ears, so you can’t suppress a moan.

Atsuhiro leads you over to your bed, and says, “Can I ask a favor?”

You’re so wet and horny, you’d do anything he asked right now. “Anything,” you say.

He lowers his voice, as if he’s almost embarrassed to say it, but the words come out anyway. “Get on all fours.”

The words hit you like a lightning bolt. You get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air. Atsuhiro climbs onto the bed behind you and rips a large, gaping hole in your fishnets. He rubs his hand through your hair, moving it down your spine, then stops at your tail and grips it firmly. You gasp in pleasure as he squeezes it like he did before.

His metal hand is holding tightly onto your hip and just as he gives your tail a hard squeeze, he pushes his cock inside you from behind. You cry out, “Ahhh! Atsuhiro!”

You feel him thrust in and out of you, using your tail like a knob to hold onto. It feels so good that you think you might lose your mind. After a while he leans over you, pressing his body against your back, and says, “I love you so much.”

“Ah… I love you too!” you gasp back.

He releases your tail to squeeze your ears, and then goes back to your tail again. The sudden shifting sensations are too much for you, and you climax with a moan. Atsuhiro strokes your hair gently as you press your face into the pillows, exhausted. A little while later, you hear him inhale sharply and then groan. He must have cum into a condom. He pulls out slowly, then moves beside you, rubbing your back as you shudder.

You roll your head over so that you’re facing him and smile. “Happy birthday, Atsuhiro.”

He smiles back. “Thank you for making it special. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

[multifandomfix]

Laszlo Kreizler Smut Alphabet

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

Lovingly whispered words and gentle caresses can almost always be expected from him after sex. He wants to be sure you’re treated like royalty.

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

Your waistline/curves. Having his hands explore your midsection like he’s trying to memorize a map is just an exquisite experience for him.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

He will leave the occasional mark, sure, but nothing overtly obscene. Only something he can look at later to remind him of how you’re his.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

He tends to be more of a top, and leans also more towards the dominant side, but should you wish to take control, he’s usually agreeable to it.

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

He has a bit of experience under his belt (pun slightly intended). He prides himself on learning from his partners and he’s an excellent student.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Laszlo falls right about in the middle. It’s almost entirely dependent on the amount of stress he needs relieved and if you’re feeling the same way as him or not. He always wants it to be pleasurable for you both.

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

He’s serious. Almost entirely so. He’s not the type to laugh when something unexpected happens. But on occasion you’re able to get him to lighten up.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you see him looking at you as you absentmindedly touch your neck, you know you’ve got his attention. Showing a bit of extra skin, or slow, drawn out movements will have him squirming in his chair.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

He may tend to get overly romantic/poetic. He likes to lure you to bed with his words, make himself and what he can do to you sound absolutely irresistible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not overly inclined to tend to his own needs, as usually there are numerous other things occupying his mind. But if you’re away, and he’s caught up in thinking of you, then he certainly will indulge in the urge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

After trying it out, Laszlo actually finds himself a bit into wax play. He loves to drip it on your skin and watch it travel across your body. And should you wish to use it on him, he’s alright with that too.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Anywhere in the house, really. But only by windows if the curtains are drawn. He may like to have you in any room of the house, but the neighbors needn’t know that.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Heavy making out beforehand. You’re falling on the bed while still kissing him, half unclothed, then letting him undress you fully.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

Laszlo is efficient at undressing. He makes quick enough work of it while also managing to turn you on even more just by watching him. He’s also got the same skill of undressing you.

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

He doesn’t have much of a preference either way. Either is truly fine with him, but not his favorite bedroom activity by any means.

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

He can get fast and rough, but he’s typically pretty restrained unless you’ve given him permission to be rougher.

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

He really won’t mind them every now and again if he simply can’t wait, but he doesn’t favor them as a rule.

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

He does experiment a bit. He treats new kinks and positions as an opportunity to learn and grow.

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

Depending on the intensity, he can go up to three rounds on average.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. Very much not. He thinks it unclean and he has an innate distrust for such encounters.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A little light teasing is certainly to be expected with Laszlo, but he won’t draw it out too long.

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

Laszlo is pretty quiet. He’s not a moaner or a screamer. The most noise he generally makes is whispering dirty things in your ear.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

A suitable amount of time. He’s good at reading people, so he’ll really only approach the subject when you’ve given him some indicators that fairly certainly let him know you’re ready to take that step.

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

He’s surprisingly fit. For a man so devoted to academic study, he has the body of an athlete. Wonderful strength in his muscle tone with a certain softness to him still.

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

Moderate. Maybe just a tiny bit less than the average man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a bit to drift off. It’s definitely not immediate for him. He likes to live in the moment of it for as long as he can.

For 🐻 Anon

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