#and that's both BD and BDE

[yournastyfavelouis]

BD *and* BDE

The ...he’s got both, bb, and I know this has been long promised, and I’m sure it’ll be outdated in about an hour, but here’s a masterpost people have been askin’ for! Gonna give a lil tease before the rest goes under the cut (ahem):

Before I go further, let me just say I would normally dive DEEP and try to find the full rez versions of these, but it’s almost impossible to find them in today’s shitty search, so mea culpa, hope it still works out for ya! I’m also gonna add some links to some fave ~energy because I know I’m gonna hit the limit AND it’s impossible (??) to download a gif from twitter. :( So let’s start with some outstanding clips:

The eye contact...OKAY

AND AGAIN, ONLY CALLED OUT

This sheer shirt would look 180 degrees different on anyone else

*sweating*

The person who created this video knew EXACTLY what they were doing

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I will contend that he’s not a shower but a 100% grower

....so now let’s dig into some photos vs. links!

Certified ICONIQUE, Zayn’s FACE:

It’s hinted at in one of the links above, but the people in the crowd, #blessed:

I love how this was a moment:

...that happened more than once:

...and behind the scenes of this tour, too:

Computer, enhance:

Oh, Louis:

There are a lot of moments where he’s not actually B in the DE, but it’s just OUT THERE, like what the fuck, dude:

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But there’s also something in the way he walks, where it’s not front and center, but it’s all EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE in the BDE:

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...which naturally takes you into the spank hands, which is alllll E:

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I also love when he feels himself up, just to let you know it’s there:

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I’m a big fan of the spread, too:

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Just the power stance or sitce in general:

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THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME:

[mahg-stuff]

Hi. Can I request a big daddy elvis (late 70s) in which he and female reader are having an argument and he says something really mean so she heads into the bedroom and cries. He goes into the bedroom to apologize and then make out. Smut, detailed if you can and also some aftercare. Thanks

Tysm for the request! Enjoy it lovee! ♡

Kiss'n make it better

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Word count: 6.4k (quick) Summary: Bde grows stuffy as he witnesses you playing a card game with the guys, but not only that, you are in your delicate bed attire while you do it. Pairing: (1976)bd!elvis x afab!reader Warnings: 18+!, smut, p in v, elvis finally fully takes the reader, cherry cream pie (if you know what I mean...), kissing whilst bodily fluids are present on the mouth, tasting of bodily fluids, playing around with spit?oral fixation?, mention of elvis’ medications/pill use & dr. nick (im sorry), elvis’ standards for his women, toxicity, once again elvis being volatile, use of the word daddy, & of course fluff + baby talk!!

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AN: Hello there! I was off and on while writing this since I was eager to let it out soon bc I felt I’d left the anon hanging for too long so, certain areas may seem rushed/lack context but I did my best with the details! I hope it’s not a bother, but overall I enjoyed writing this little piece. Anywho, my dear anon I hope you are pleased with this! And to the rest of you loves, enjoy! ♡ (keep the requests coming!!😚)

- pls excuse any errors, your girl got tired half way through cleaning it up 🥹💋

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Elvis was, as of now, getting his day-by-day measurements of meds from Dr. Nick within the master bathroom in his room. In the meantime, you held up in his bed, twiddling your thumbs as you waited, you both had just woken up. He would always make sure to do it in a different room, given that you had eventually told him that you didn't enjoy seeing everything they put in him. When you witnessed firsthand how much his body had to ingest, you expressed your concern, but he waved you off, saying everything was always under control.

At some point, you stopped showing concern upfront to him because it had resulted in the first argument between the two of you, however, you'd unconsciously always be pinching away at your arm's flesh as you worried about him. You were still relatively new to his lifestyle, but you were gradually adapting.

Things were taking quite a while, so you began wandering around his room. You'd only been together for a few months now, so you were still trying to settle in. Elvis asked you to move in right away, and you soon found out he didn't like being left alone. As you moved around the room, you were still in your night slip. It was a look that he found especially appealing. You tip-toed barefoot to the door, peeking outside, and then back over to the closed bathroom door in the bedroom. 

You heard them mumbling inside and decided, Why not go downstairs? 

Making your entrance to the living room and taking in more glances of the house you hadn't paid much attention to before, your eyes shot up towards the voices in the kitchen. As you peered into the kitchen, you saw two of his guys sitting there chatting with some cards in their hands. They took notice of your presence and glanced over at you, their eyes lingering on your attire. Going quite unnoticed by you. 

One clears his throat.

"Hey there, y/n, ya need anythin'?" 

You shrug, not really knowing what you need or want, but feeling a bit restless. 

"No, just bored waiting on El," you reply absentmindedly. 

One of the guys chuckles and nudges the other, whispering something to him. You catch a snippet of their conversation and wonder if they're talking about you.

"What's so funny?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion. 

The guys exchange glances before one of them speaks up, struggling to find the right words. 

"Oh, nothin', just...you know...we were just talkin' 'bout how...um...how fashionable you look today." 

You give them a skeptical look, not fully convinced by their compliment. 

"Really? They're just my pajamas, the first thing I found in the closet last night," you admit with a sheepish shrug as you look down at your delicate garments. 

They both burst into laughter, causing you to giggle along. The guys exchange knowing glances, struggling to contain their amusement at your naivety. Being new in Elvis' life and feeling a bit clueless around the guys sometimes—I mean, you'd never been surrounded by so many men before, so it was uncommon for you to catch their brash ways.

 

One of the guys begins talking, "Since you're bored, why don't ya join us? We're playin’ a card game." 

You happily agree and take a seat at the table. They explain the rules to you as one of them shuffles the deck of cards. The game soon progresses, and the guys bring out their competitive sides, teasing each other and making playful taunts. Even though they might’ve been acting a little abruptly, it was clear that they were enjoying themselves. Amidst the banter, one of the guys turns to you with a mischievous grin. 

"Hey, watch out, I wouldn't want ya to get too confused with all these cards. It might be a bit too much for a girl to handle," he says snarkily. 

You titter and shake your head, clearly letting the comment go over and past your head. 

"I can handle." 

You say it humbly.

***

Elvis, grumbling his way downstairs to look where you'd wandered off, stops at the bottom of the stairway as he hears his precious girl's laughter from the kitchen. He stalks quietly towards the doorframe of the kitchen, there he sees you sitting pretty with his men. He scans your body until he gets to your bare, wriggling sooties that are dangled just above the ground in the chair. Elvis clenches his fists, feeling his irritation rise at the sight of you playing with the guys.

As he watches, he can't help but notice the unkempt yet alluring exterior you possess. Your tousled hair and streaked makeup from the night before only seem to enhance your beauty, giving you a tempting appeal that could captivate those around you. He had set certain expectations for you, and seeing you in this compromising situation with the guys confirms that you were not fulfilling them. He storms in, his footsteps echoing through the room as he confronts the scene before him. 

"Darlin', you know bedder than to be gallivantin' 'round in your night attire with these fellas." He narrows his eyes, his southern accent thickening as he speaks.

Your head quickly turned to that familiar gruff voice, his appearance matching the roughness in his tone. There he stood, portly and only in a silk robe, a region of dark hair trailing down his navel from the open slit and his luscious sideburns framing his face. His noir hair, slightly disheveled from a restless night, completed the picture of a man who demanded attentiveness. As you caught his gaze, you could see a mix of disappointment and fret in his eyes. You instinctively straightened up, feeling a twinge of shame creeping into your conscience for some reason as you looked down at your attire and then back at him. 

"Well, I thought it'd be okay. I mean, I do live here now. Shouldn't I be comfortable, El?" You voiced cunningly, not purposefully trying to provoke him but unable to resist the urge to justify yourself. 

But there was an inimitable standard he held you to, one that required impeccability and grace. 

"Goddammit!" He started. 

"No man's woman should be 'round men in such whorey showin' garments. 'Specially not mah women!" 

You blinked in surprise, taken aback by his strong reaction. The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew tense, and you could feel the weight of his disapproval pressing down on you. 

His pride was unexpected for you. 

As you searched for words to respond, his intense gaze never wavered, making you feel insecure and exposed. 

"W-Well, the guys think otherwise!" You spoke aloud as your throat tightened. Well, at least you thought they didn't find your attire whorey—a word Elvis had introduced to you when he saw an outfit you picked out while shopping with him. 

Elvis glared over at them, and they both quickly stood up from their positions, some cards falling off the table as they did so. 

"That right?" 

"N-No Ep, 'course not." They stood there longer than they should have. 

"The hell y'all still doin' standin' here, for?! Go on an' do sumn then." Elvis spoke sternly as he pointed, his robe falling more open with his motion. 

The guys hastily scampered away, not wanting to further incur Elvis' anger. You look at Elvis, noticing his neglected appearance and glazed eyes. Nervous, you place your cards down, your eyebrows puckering in disarray. 

"What was that, Elvis?" you ask softly, but your voice is filled with slight perplexity. 

"They didn't do anything." You squeaked. 

"Didn't do anyhtin'." He scoffed under his breath. He shook his head and met your gaze again. 

"Matter uh fact, the hell were you thinkin' wonderin' off?" His words were a bit slurred. 

"Know all yur attention should be on me, 'n only me." Elvis' words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of fury and vulnerability. 

You could sense an ache behind his harsh tone, and it struck a chord within you. 

"Elvis." You delicately said his name, the concern evident in your voice.

But before you could continue, he raised his voice again, his drooping eyes glaring. 

"Kept mah eyes off ya for just uh moment, den I find you playin' bimbo wit' 'em fellas." 

Your heart sank as Elvis' words echoed in the room. 

This wasn't your Elvis. 

Your bottom lip quivered as you stood up from your seat, covering your face with one hand as you moved to leave the room. 

"The hell are ya goin'." He says this as he tries to stop you, but you pull away forcefully and hastily walk upstairs. 

Elvis hears your faint sniffle from the hallway, followed by the sound of a door slamming shut. He paced around, mumbling words to himself as he held his forehead, trying to make sense of what just happened. 

It was clear that his head wasn't in the right place. 

***

As Elvis continued to pace, he barely grasps the impact of his words and considers the hurt he may have caused. 

"Baby," he muffles to himself as he looks around. 

He rubs his eyes and begins to walk towards the staircase. 

"Baby." He muffled again, as if he were whispering a plea into the empty space. 

He reaches the top step and hesitates, unsure of whether to knock on the closed bedroom door or barge right in. 

"B-Baby, a-a-ah wannas come in," he says gently in his gruff voice. 

"W-Wanna come in." Elvis stands in front of the door, his voice quivering with desperation. 

His babyish tone reveals the depth of his regret. Your ears perk up on the other side of the door, straining to catch every word. You can sense the turmoil in his voice, the vulnerability, and the longing.

It's a side of him you were weak for, and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Slowly, you rise from the bed, your footsteps barely audible as you make your way to the door. With a shaken hand, you turn the knob and open the door, revealing Elvis standing there, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. He takes in your appearance—your tear stained cheeks, red, fuzzy nose, and the slight puffiness of your eyes. His face softens with concern, and without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Your face buried into his exposed, hairy, warm torso through the opening of his robe. 

Feverishly, he brings his large palms up to either side of your face and pulls your face upwards. Taking in your babyfaced features. Your damp lashes flutter as you meet his gaze. 

"A-Ah made my little 'un cry." he mumbles as he grazes the pad of his thumb under your eye. 

"Y-Ya know ah ain't meant what I said back dere," he continues, his voice filled with veracity. 

"M-My temper… mah words came out wrong. A-Ah, wudnit wha I meant—", he trails off just before he wavers off, trying to focus his eyesight all of a sudden. 

As his eyelids droop, a gentle sigh escapes his lips. You can see the drowsiness etched across his weathered face, the lines deepening in the dim light of the room. 

It always tortured you when you saw him like this. 

You noticed it was one of the many effects the pills had on him, before starting him up, they'd slow him down first. 

Even with his abrupt weariness, you recognize that sincerity in his voice and the sorryness in his slumped eyes. You reached out and took his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it, offering a silent reassurance that you understood what he was trying to get out. 

You cared deeply for him, so forgiving him always came in a hurry for you.

***

As you both stood there, the grogginess began to fade, and his eyes soon became more and more focused. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. He gave your cheek a gentle squeeze. His gaze lingered on your face as he continued to graze his thumb gently on your cheek. 

"Let me m-make it up t-ta mah sweet girl, hmm." He says it so softly with that drawl of his.

As you listen to his soft voice, filled with tenderness and warmth, it becomes evident that he was speaking to you with the same affection one would reserve for a baby. One of his traits you had gotten used to and valued thoroughly. Your cheeks fill with warmth. He holds you by the waist, turning you over, and fully enters the bedroom with you. Shutting the door, he then leads you to the bed, helping you sit down on the edge. Elvis sits down beside you, and you feel the bed sink from his weight. 

He turns your face over to him, and he places a hand on your cheek. He begins caressing your face ever so lightly, as if you were made of spun glass. 

"Kiss'n make it better." He mumbles pouty-lippedly as his thumb runs over your lips. 

You stare into his hollow eyes, nodding, as he begins to push his thumb into your small mouth. Politely opening your mouth for him, the taste of his skin lingers on your tongue as his thumb explores the contours of your mouth. You both hold each other's gaze, and you lightly suckle on it, watching his eyes light up at your action. He gently brings his thumb out, a string of saliva dribbling down your lip. Elvis smudges your saliva all around your soft pout, making your lips appear glossy, then brings his thumb up to his lips to suck off your slobber. As you both continue your intimate encounter, the air around you seems to grow heavier. His fingers then work their way down your torso, tracing your dainty body. With a famished mutter, he slides his hand beneath your slip, teasingly grazing over your soft, small chest, giving one of your nipples a tug. You can't help but whimper at his action.

And want grows between you, feeling a surge of heat run from your face down to your toes. 

"C'mere, let ol’ daddy kiss ya," he leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent, persistent kiss. 

The taste of him fills your palate as he slips his tongue inside your pretty mouth. You find yourself feeling fuzzy in the rush of the moment, willingly giving into his actions. His large hands begin gripping your small waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His supple kisses had always been tender and gentle, but this one was different. It left you almost breathless. His touch was heavy, and you found yourself slipping in the heat of the moment. Your slip rises upwards at his action, revealing the pair of tiny matching ruffled shorts. 

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his pillowy lips glistening. His eyes lock onto yours—a look of want. Elvis' hefty hand goes down to your upper thigh, and he grazes the fabric of your shorts. 

"Take 'em off, 'ittle." He rasps quietly, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

Your breath hitches with a half-laugh. "Kay." You gently get off the bed and look over at him as he keenly stares at you with his still-glazed-over eyes. 

A look you may never get used to. 

You began pulling down at the hem of your waistband until the fabric hit the ground, being completely bare underneath. 

While the length of your slip fell just enough to cover your most delicate parts, he whispered, "Lemme see her." 

His voice is playful as he motions for you to come closer.

You take a step toward him. He reaches out and gently tugs at your hip, his thumb rubbing your hipbone, sending a muzzy feeling to your belly. With his other hand, he reaches over to the hem of the fabric, pulling it up—he throbs between his legs.

From his view, he could see all of you. Your narrow hips and thighs and the smallest patch of curls that covered your pussy. The little crease in the middle—so sweet, you were puffy, and sticky just from his kisses. You looked over at his garb—his robe now fully undone from all his movement, also nothing underneath. You took in as the section of his body hair went from his pudgy chest to his soft belly, which hung just barely over his waistline, and then turned into thick curls at his mound. His corpulent and hard, leaky cock presently standing tall just for you against his paunch. You gazed at the ridge of his pretty, purplish, rosy tip weep as it peeked from his foreskin.

Suddenly, you jolted as you felt his thumb at your swollen clit, a splotchy pink filling your cheeks. His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers perfectly caressing your sensitive nub. You couldn't help but whimper, the lovely sound escaping your pursed lips as your hips instinctively bucked against his digit. 

"Ain't nothin' more purdy than seein' you all pink 'n warmed up. Could spend all day thumbin' away at that ‘dorable clit uh yours." He babbled as he applied more pressure and quickened the pace of his movements. 

Making you even more rosy. 

You could feel the heat building between your legs, the ache for release becoming almost unbearable. Every swipe of his thumb seemed to bring you closer to the edge, pushing you towards the brink of ecstasy. Your back began to arch as you leaned into his touch, but just as you were almost there, he pulled his thumb away. You let out a frustrated whimper, desperately wanting him to continue, then you went to cup yourself until he swiftly stopped you. 

"Dun cha get greedy on me now," he whispered, his voice coated with directness and a hint of humor. 

You couldn't help but pout, your need for satisfaction overwhelmed your senses. You ached. He had never stopped on the brink of your release like this before. His hand left your trembling body, resulting in you feeling empty and yearning for more. You watched as he brought his thumb to his lips, tasting the remnants of your sweet desire, a sly smile playing on his lips. The rosiness in your cheeks seems to grow darker with his action.

"Ah can't have ya fallin' apart jus yet," he murmured, his voice low. 

You looked at him doe-eyed as you clamped your legs, standing there. 

"Little 'un." Elvis whispered as he reached out for a hand. 

"Idenit time for ya to blossom," he continued as he pulled you closer, his warm breath hitting your cheek. "'ittle flower of yours needs ta bloom." Elvis gave you a nod as he spoke and guided you. 

"Bloom," you repeated as you held his strong gaze, and he began helping you lay on the bed. 

"Mhm, correct baby." He cooed as he helped you lie down. 

When you finally understood what he had said, your heart seemed to race. Staring up at the mirror above you on the ceiling, you took in as you laid delicately on his silk bedding. You began recalling the past nights and days of glancing up at yourself while Elvis rutted against your tummy when he cuddled you until he came, or when he'd only do little more than barely let the tip of his cock pierce your tiny hole—but never more than that. 

Now, he indicated that he wanted to take things further. You were both a little afraid and excited by it. Even so, you were genuinely more willing than ever. It made you rub your legs together thinking about it. You would constantly pester him for more, but he would tell you that it wasn't the right moment and that he knew when it would be. Thinking of his words from earlier, you thought maybe this would be his way of making it better after he'd lashed out. Maybe, he wanted to make it up to you by fully fulfilling your needs. You beamed at the thought.

Lost in your little mind, you were interrupted as you felt the bed sink next to you.

There he lay, still in his loose, silky garb, fully open, his hairy manliness laying solid against his belly while his balls were perfectly nestled below his shaft. You looked over at him as he began lying on his side to face you. His jawline was soft and his cheeks full, adding to the suppleness of his overall appearance. His overgrown sideburns adding to his rugged allure. The word ‘mesmerizing’ repeating in your head.

"Rest on yur side f'me, baby." You began turning over for him, but before you could, he stopped you—he saw the mild unease in your eyes. 

His hand cradled the side of your cheek as your eyes stared into his. However, he couldn't help but smile, thinking your muddled face looked adorable. 

"Hers dudden needs to be afraid." He whispered softly and patted your head now. 

With each light pat on your head, his warmth enveloped you, making you feel comforted in his presence. You smiled back at him softly, it sort of surprised you when he caught it. 

"H-Her knows." You whispered back in the same way he spoke to you. 

It was really rubbing off on you, for sure.

He leaned in, placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, and then motioned for you to rest on your side. Such a baby, you thought as you gave his chubby face one last glance. As you shifted onto your side, he scooted in closer, so he was spooning you, his round stomach pressing into you. You felt the hardness of his length up against your lower back, feeling the warmth radiating off as it throbbed against the thin fabric of your slip. You couldn't deny the growing ache between your legs, yearning for his touch and for him to take control. 

Elvis began lifting the hem of your garment, exposing your bare, pretty, round backside to him. His hand rested on the curve of your hip, his touch both firm and gentle. A shiver ran down your spine as his palm traced delicate patterns on your skin, sending those funny feelings through your body. You felt him move your leg a bit, so your pussy lips were peeking out between your thighs from his view. You felt him pulsing along your rear now, slick already forming at your petals. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him completely. You heard him snicker behind you, bringing a blush to your cheeks. Elvis grabbed his thick shaft in one hand and brought it between your thighs, your slick and his precum mixing into one as he rubbed the ridge of his cock along your lips. 

Eagerly, you try to slide down, so his tip pushes up towards your entrance. 

"Careful, too big for yuh to take so fast," he warns as you bare down on his leaky tip. 

You move back unconsciously, and the head of cock grazes at your swollen clit causing you to shudder. 

Trying again, you huff, "Won't fit." 

Elvis is quite amused by this, and he tittered as he leaned into your neck for a quick peck. 

You feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "Baby, needa take time t'stretch ya out properly." 

He trails his fingers along your inner thighs, teasingly rubbing circles on your sensitive heat. Your body reacts, flushing with chills and impatience. You can feel yourself clenching at nothing. Elvis raises the leg you weren’t resting on with his other arm, and you blush at how vulnerable you seem in the pose. He moves the hand he was massaging you with toward your mouth. You understood what he meant, of course. Carefully, you used your hand to hold the back of his large one as you carefully spit into it. You watch as Elvis gruffly giggles at your compliance as you gaze up at the mirror, his eyes peeking over you as he watches his hand lower back down.

Bringing his hand back down to your throbbing core, now slick with both your juices and saliva. His fingers glide along your folds, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. As his thumb brushes against your clit, a shudder runs through your body, aching for more. You arch your back, silently begging for his touch to become more demanding, more intense. His finger begins to pry at your snug cunt, slipping inside with ease from all your wetness. You feel him begin to inch a second finger inside of you, stretching you further and filling you completely. The sensation is overwhelming, his fingers deeper than you were used to. He would only nag at your hole in the past. You whimper as he starts to move his fingers in and out—a slow and deliberate rhythm. Your hips instinctively press down on his hand, seeking more friction and more of his lengthy fingers. You can't help but squeal, the sound escaping your lips as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a sweet spot that makes your whole body shiver. You try closing your legs, but he still holds one up. He feels your leg shift and hears your cute squeal. Elvis lets go, letting your leg rest down, with a snicker as he looks over at you with a mischievous grin. Soothing his palm up and down against your thigh, he leaned to kiss your upper arm. 

"Ya kay, 'ittle?" he whispered in his southern drawl. 

You nod, unable to form words, as the sensations overwhelm you. 

Slowly, he removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you aching for more. But before you have a chance to say anything, Elvis is already positioning himself between your legs from behind. He catches a glimpse of your sweet little gaping hole that was dripping with want. He begins rubbing the ridge of his cock along your pussy, you feel his chest vibrate behind you from a low groan. His tip begins to ease in as he coos in your ear slowly. Without delay, he plunges inside you halfway, his lip curling at your tightness. You wail as he bucks his hips further, and you try to get away due to the harsh feeling of the big stretch. He carefully moves the arm he was resting on to go under your waist to hold you from your firm stomach as he hitches up the rest of your babydoll. Pulling you towards him, his gut pressing into you more. 

Taking a glance at your clenched fists and shut eyes, he grumbles, "S'okay baby, breathe." 

You gulp down and gasp, "'S't-too much." 

"Needa bit more little 'un." He croons and brings his empty hand to swipe at your clit from the front in order to break you in with more ease. 

With a final buck of his hips, he fills your sweet cunt completely, taking him all in. You cry out at the forceful pinch, your hand gripping at his hand that held you from your tummy. Elvis grunts loudly when you clench at his cock. 

"M-Mah god, baby, let loose f'me. You'll break me off wit' all tha squeezin'." He blurts out, his voice strained with pleasure and urgency.

Your body trembles against his, and he continues to swipe at your tender nub, wanting to bring any type of pleasure to you right now. Elvis glanced up at your face, a tear dribbling down from the corner of yours. He leaned in, kissing it away. Gently opening your glossy eyes, you look up towards the mirror, taking in the way you were both at last bound. His robe was still hanging loosely on his body, and his hair was tousled as he pressed his face into your nape. As you gripped him with your hand, you felt him grab hold of it and start pulling it down to your heat. Placing it between your thighs, where you and him connected, you traced his weighty balls over with your small hand. Indicating he was practically balls deep inside your dear little hole. 

"Yuh feel him inside ya." He whispered airily into your nape, the bass of his voice rumbling against your back. 

You blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of shyness and alertness. You nodded, unable to find the words to respond, as you focused on the sensation of him filling you completely. His hand remained on yours, guiding your movements as you continued to explore the intimate connection between your bodies. Your digits now covered by both yours and his fluids. Elvis let his hand loose and moved it over to your waist, both of his arms now holding you in a spoon position. As the initial sting began to fade and pleasure took its place, you began moving, slowly your movements against him became more confident. Each motion became braver as desire continued to build between you both. Your whimpers got louder, and you felt the hairs on your nape stand as you heard a little huff come from Elvis behind you. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Pulling himself out slightly and then bucking into you again, causing you to let out a high-pitched moan as you experienced the overwhelming sensation for the first time. A dance of pain and pleasure intertwined within you. You were sure a trickle of blood had stained the satin sheets beneath you both as you felt the warm wetness building between you two. You were too busy taking in the feeling of his hardness inside you, he noticed as he peeked up at the mirror and saw you lying there with your small mouth gaping and your hand buried between your thighs where he had left it. 

"Touch yuh'self sweetheart." He grunted into your ear as he strained himself from moving his hips too harshly, his grip on your waist still firmly in his arms.

You complied, your fingers danced over your sensitive folds, slick with arousal, and maybe more, until they found your swollen clit. As you began to rub circles around it, your moans grew louder and more dire, echoing through the room. The mirror gave you a clear view of your own flushed face, your eyes filled with desire and vulnerability. The way he watched you, his dark eyes smoldering with lust, only fueled the fire burning within you. Every movement caused the robe to sway gently, revealing hints of his luscious curves beneath. As your fingers continued their rhythmic dance upon your clit, you couldn't help but imagine his hands—those strong and skilled hands—taking over. The thought of his touch, his fingers tracing the same patterns you were now creating, made your toes wriggle. Your breath hitched as you quivered as the warm, fuzzy feeling in your lower abdomen became more and more unbearable. His thrusts became more vigorous, matching the intensity building within you. The room was filled with the symphony of your moans mingling with his low grunts. As he maintained his relentless pace, you surrendered yourself completely to what your body was feeling. The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter until, finally, with one strong thrust, you unraveled into a state of euphoria on his cock. Your body trembled with sheer bliss as he continued to move inside you, he watched as your pretty face contorted and your blush deepened. 

"O-Oh god." You whined loudly, tightening around him, and the throbbing of his girthy cock became even more pronounced. 

His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust into you with renewed vigor, looking for his own release. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making you moan prettily but uncontrollably. He glared over at you, bringing one hand up to grasp your jaw, his thumb once again finding its way into your mouth.

"N-Not so loud baby. Ain't want no 'un else hearin' ya gone like this, only me." He spoke between each heavy breath, sounding imposing. 

You nodded, unable to say any words. 

His thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing your moans as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of skin pushing against skin, blending with your muffled cries of pleasure. You felt your ears grow hotter as his grunts turned into gruff whines, it made you wonder how such a man could make such pretty sounds. He pressed into you harder, the suppleness of his hair-filled belly now squished into your lower back. Elvis' grip on you toughens under you, his fingers digging into the skin of your tummy as he pulls you closer, seeking an even deeper connection. His other hand now filled with your drool. Watching as his lip was now curled, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his beautiful expression slipping into that o-face of his through the mirror. With one final thrust, he let out a garish whine, emptying himself inside of your now-tamed pussy, filling you completely with his essence. You couldn't help but muffle a sob and bite down on his thumb as you felt his scorching seed paint your walls. 

He was still so far buried inside you as he let out heavy sighs. Elvis slowly began to withdraw his upper body from you, looking down at the slight space between his belly and your back, shifting his hips slowly to pull out, the base of his cock streaked with your pure blood. He paused as he felt your tongue pushing at his thumb and looked over, your eyes were watery. 

He withdrew his large hand, you turned your head over to him, the position putting a little discomfort on your neck as he was still spooning you. You were in awe of his blushed face and matted, lush hair sticking to his forehead from all his sweat. Bringing the hand you still held between your thighs over to hold the side of his face, your eyes widened as you focused on the redness of your blood on your digits, which had now smudged a bit on his cheek. Elvis took in your expression and glanced over at your small hand against his cheek, he snickered. Grabbing ahold of it, he brought it over to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss and even a subtle lick. Your purity now smudged along his soft lips. 

"A fine 'ittle flower 'as bloomed," he mumbled as he leaned his face into you. 

Your heart raced as his lips pushed against yours gently. The taste of his kiss, a mixture of your blood and his own essence, sent warmth down your spine. He steadily pulled away, enjoying the fact that your lips were stained right along with his. 

It left you brain-scattered and your hind eyes in a fuzzy state.

You were brought back when you felt him pulling his practically flaccid cock out of you. You winced as a dull ache shot through your body. Quickly sensing soreness, but a satisfied, weak smile tugged at the corners of your lips, knowing he'd finally gone completely with you. You stiffened as the warmth of his spew slowly oozed out of your snug, bruised hole. 

Elvis' view was a delight, he thought, watching as the scarlet milky mess glazed your puffed-up pussy lips, running down your inner thigh. Slumbering on your back now, your babydoll still pushed up but remained covering your small chest. 

But before you could turn to fully face him, you panicked as he stood up from the bed abruptly. 

"E-Elvis," you sputtered out, even reaching your hand out for him. 

He ignored your plea as he hurriedly walked towards the bathroom. His footsteps echoed in the silence, and you suddenly felt anxious. Moments later, he emerged with a damp towel in his hand. As he approached you, he saw the look on your face as you laid on your back. 

"Hey, what's wit' da worried eyes baby," he asked gently while gently leaning over at you. 

You still felt the pang of fret in your chest as Elvis leaned over you, his concern evident in his eyes. 

"I-I just got scared. Thought you w-were leaving," you admitted, your voice shaky. 

Elvis' expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair off your face. 

"Aww, don' worry, sweetheart. Am here now, ain't goin' anywhere," he reassured you, his voice smooth and reassuring in his drawl. 

His touch was comforting, and you felt yourself relax under his calm presence. 

As his hand lingered on your cheek, he spoke again. "Ah's needs ta clean my little girl now, kay." 

You nodded as Elvis stood in front of you while you lay splayed on the bed. He softly lifted your legs and began to gently wipe away the sticky residue, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His sunken eyes met yours briefly, a glimmer of tenderness, before he focused back on cleaning you up. You flinched as he swiped at your tender bud, and he couldn't help but grin. Finishing up, he tossed the used rag aside. Elvis had always been thorough in his caretaking when it came to you. As he gently began tugging your delicate top down to cover you, he paused and scrunched it up, revealing your small, supple chest and your soft pink meek nipples. 

Leaning down to give both of your petite mounds delicate kisses, "Almost forgot 'bout 'em sweet lil' things," he muffled as he kissed your warm skin. 

You found yourself giggling as you ran a hand through his tousled-up hair. One of the things he had made you become—a giggler. 

He stood back up and fixed your babydoll fully now as he smiled at you.

"All done, my little 'un," he whispered softly, his voice filled with pride and adoration. 

Collapsing beside you, his hand tenderly stroked your hair, whispering, "We'll get tha rest uh us cleaned up later." 

He then continued as you moved over to fully face him, his robe now imperfectly tied. "Needa hold ya darlin’, ah know how emotional you puny things can be after experiencin' this kinda thing." 

You snuggled closer to him with a giggle, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in his embrace. The tubbiness of him being all the more cozy. As you both basked in each other, you felt the palm of his hand smooth down at your lower abdomen. 

"Yuh sore?" His voice held that babyish tone. 

"Bits," you mumbled as your cheek rested against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. 

His hand continued to caress your belly, his touch gentle. “Love her lots,” he suddenly blurted and leaned in to give your forehead a kiss. 

You gazed up at him, leaning in to kiss the fullness between his neck and chin. “Loves daddy lots too,” you whispered as you followed up with another kiss before you snuggled into him again. 

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Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

[suntaeshine]

Til There's Only You

Jeong Yunho

Yunho x Reader (established relationship)

You've been working too much. Yunho decides that enough is enough.

2.4k words

Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings!: heavy smut, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, oral (female receiving), dry humping, size kink, yunho has a bd and bde to match, reader is insatiable, reader is also dick whipped, they're also v v in love uwu

You really needed to finish this mountain of paperwork.

Honestly, your deadline is approaching and your seniors were already jumping down your throat on when you would finally be done.

But, God, you were so fucking tired. Exhausted. Drained. Beat. Down right fucking done.

"Baby," Yunho calls, nudging your shoulder.

Your head lolls, trying to pick up the heavy burden to look in his eyes. You were laying on your stomach, a pillow under your chest as your laptop was in front of you. You were fighting sleep harder than you'd ever known before. Your head lolls again and a few strands of hair fall over your face.

"Yun.. Yunnie.." you mumble.

Yunho was on his knees by the bed, concern making his eyebrows scrunch. He had just gotten back from a night with the boys. Why were you still up? Clearly you weren't waiting for him- something else had you occupied.

"You.. You're back," you stretch, finally resting your head on the pillow under you. "Back already?"

"It's past midnight, love."

He knew you were long gone as you hum- seemingly not phased by such a late time.

"Have you been working all night?" he asks. He knew the answer. He just wanted to hear you admit it. Maybe then, you'd understand it yourself.

But, you were stubborn.

"Hmm? No.. No!" you wave off.

Yunho says your name and he hates that his heart skipped a bit when you smiled sleepily at the sound.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed," he urges.

"No, I'm okay," you force yourself back up, elbows bent to let yourself face the screen. "I'm almost done."

Yunho figures to let it slide for a bit. He had to go take a shower- his shirt reeked with Wooyoung's God awful cologne. A shower would be long enough, he decides. You were on your last leg, anyway. By time he got out, you would probably be passed out, drooling on the keyboard.

So, he takes a shower and walks back through, already mentally planning how to get your motionless body under the blankets to sleep normal.

But, as he walked into the bedroom, towel still in hand as he dried his hair, he stops in his tracks.

"Baby," he calls, lowering his arm.

You looked like a zombie. Your mouth was open, eyes both lazy. One hand was on the keyboard as another was in your hair. You were typing letter by letter, a word count that would make a great grandmother seem like a hacker.

When you don't respond, Yunho tosses his towel on the ground. He had his ways to get through to you. And at this point, he was desperate.

You may have Yunho wrapped around your pinky.. But, Yunho always had you wrapped around his own body part.

He climbs onto the bed, sitting straddle of your thighs. You acknowledge him with a piece of a smile until he disappears behind your head.

He starts gentle, wrapping his hands around your sides, massaging his heel into your skin. It doesn't take long until he's up to your shoulders and your head is back on the bed, gentle 'uh's and 'oh's falling from your lips.

"How long have you been working, baby?" he asks.

"Don't know," you finally admit.

His hands were so strong. You could feel the day's stress being worked out as he massaged you- your heart pounding out of pure adoration for the man.

Then, something else was on you.

"Yunnie," you mutter, wriggling your hips.

Yunho's grasp grows tighter, one hand easing into your hair as he gives a slow and firm roll of his hips into yours. You could feel his cock on your ass.

"Yunnie!" you gasp, arching your back to the best of your ability.

Yunho grins, pulling your hair back as his hips push yours down- a sick but so sweet feeling of balance.

"You've been working too much, baby," he tsks. "How about I tire you out until you can get some rest."

"Mm," you moan, trying your best to scoot your ass back against him harder. "I.. I need to finish this."

"After I finish you off, hm?" he offers, the hand not in your hair sliding to hold your hips.

He gives a strong pump, your body jumping as he humps you so openly. You inhale sharply, fidgeting under him as you already felt your panties soak.

"Please," you pant, biting your lip.

"Please, what?" he feigns innocence.

He lowers himself, pushing your face into the bed. His chin rests on your shoulder as the hand on your hip squeezes between you and the bed. Determined, his fingers slip into your shorts, running the pads against your lips.

"Yunho~" you nearly sing.

He nuzzles into your neck, knocking your hair out of the way until his lips can find your skin. He retrieves his hand from your shorts, placing it on the bed so he could really drive his hips into yours. Weakly, your hand reaches up, tangling in his hair.

"Yunho," you call. "Baby, fuck me."

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Mm," you nod. "Fuck me."

"Want me to fuck you until you pass out?" he growls. "Fuck my baby until she can't think of anything else but my dick?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes," you pant.

Yunho slides over, flipping you onto your back before settling in between your legs. You moan again- just the sight of your boyfriend in the space you craved him most having an effect on you.

He pulls your shorts and panties down with ease, tossing them off the bed. Just as you begin to reach for him, he ducks down, arms wrapping around your thighs.

"Yunnie," you repeat, head falling back onto the pillow.

"Just wanna taste, baby," he kisses your thigh. "Just relax. I'm gonna take care of you."

You hum, reaching down to run your hand through his hair. He grins and your hand cups his cheek. He places a gentle kiss in your palm, wrist, then lowers to your mound.

Instinctively, your hand rests on the back of his head. You weren't pushing him. Not even whining or complaining. When Yunho said he was going to take care of you, he meant it. These were the nights you just laid back and let him do whatever he wanted- be the pillow princess you loved to be on certain days.

Yunho uses one hand to slide between your folds, smiling when you let out a puff of air. His fingers were huge compared to the tiny nest of nerves between your legs. But, he loved the sight. And he knew that you loved the feeling.

He pulls his other hand around, placing a thumb on each side of your pussy. With a single motion, he's spreading your lips open wide and diving in. The first stroke of his tongue against you leaves you breathless, back arching off the bed.

He peeks up to you, watching as you gripped your shirt with one hand as the other laid on his head- shaking.

With your lips still spread, Yunho leans back down, tongue filling up the space- his nose bumping your clit. He was trying to get as deep as possible. If this was any other time, you might have half the mind to make fun of him, the way his jaw almost unhinged to lick up every part of you. You tried to remember to call him a snake later. To pick on him about his big mouth. But, when he goes again, head bobbing as he picks up speed, all thoughts leave your head.

He shakes his head, slurps, flicks, sucks, and caresses every part of your cunt with just his tongue. Your head spins, throwing your arm over your eyes as you cried out at the pleasure.

He said he was going to take care of you, but fuck. This was beyond anything he'd ever done before. It was like he was trying to drown himself in your pussy. All you could do was let him know how good it felt and keep your hand in his hair like the anchor keeping him there.

"Yunnie! Oh, fuck!" you sob. "Just- just like that!"

He was dipping his tongue into your hole, watching your reaction to his motions. His chest, and cock, swelled. He was going to give it to you like never before. You had no idea.

When he could feel your walls clenching around his tongue, he suddenly moves up, lips puckered around your tiny clit as he sucked on the bundle of nerves- tongue still darting out to lick it as he stuffed your cunt with his two fingers.

"Fuck! Yunho!" you scream, almost sitting up right.

"Cum, baby," he groans. "Cum all over my fuckin' face. Give it to me."

You whine- a strangled noise in your throat. Both of your hands fly to his hair, pressing his face deeper into your cunt. He growls, swallowing you whole as he drinks in your juices, fingers massaging your inner walls as he tried to push himself further in your perfect pussy.

Finally, the overstimulation was too much and you pull his hair, unable to get the words out as a few tears ran down your face.

Yunho raises up, wiping your cum from his lip just to lick it back off.

"Yunnie-" you cry, making grabby hands for him. "Yunnie, please."

Yunho was already shirtless from his shower and it doesn't take him long to shove his joggers down, taking his dick out and stroking it.

"No," you complain, reaching for his dick. "Mine."

"I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he assures.

You lay back down, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Yunho laughs, gently patting your cheek as he set his dick on your clit.

"Later. Gonna fuck this pussy first."

"Yunho!" you shout- a mixture of anger and excitement.

You always sucked him off. At a moment's glance, you were ready to get on your knees for Yunho. There was something about him and that perfectly sized, curved dick that made you drool until you couldn't take it and just had to get him down your throat.

He was doing the dishes? You were stationed between him and the cabinets, swallowing him whole.

He wakes up? You were climbing onto his lap to fit that morning wood in your mouth.

You were at Mingi's house? You snuck into the pool shed and begged him to fuck your face until you lost your voice.

Cock hungry- he called you. But, he never turned down your want to suck him off. Not until now, that is.

He was so much bigger than you. It was something that horrified the both of you when you first slept together. He was afraid he would hurt you and you were scared of that thing even fitting in you. But, after years of being together, you learned how to take his cock like a pro. And you would, anytime and anywhere.

"Oh, so-" you cut yourself off as he pushes the head in.

"Fuck, baby. Tight," he hisses. "Fuckin' tight."

"Fuck me," you plead. "Just fuck me."

"I gotta take it slow, baby. How else are you gonna take this bog cock?"

"Make me take it," you demand, reaching to scratch at his chest. "Give it all- all to me. Fuck me, Yunnie."

All self control flew out the window.

Yunho leans down, hiking one of your legs around his waist. He caresses the other, resting his palm on the inside of your thigh and pushes it outward until you're stretched out, nothing to hide from him.

"Gonna fuckin' ruin this pussy," he moans, thrusting deep into you.

You let out a scream that sounded like 'yes', hands gripping Yunho's shoulders.

"Like that, baby?" he asks.

"More. More," you beg.

Yunho throws his head back, loving how needy you always got for him. He reaches down, pulling that pillow to rest under your hips to angle you a bit higher. With the new height, Yunho pulls the leg around his waist to bend at his shoulder.

Then, he lets you have all of it.

Your entire body jolts as he fucks you, hard and fast. Your bent knee become something like a handle for Yunho to slam your hips against his. He was hitting so deep in you that as you cried out, you could swear his dick was in your chest. It was all so much, but fuck was it so good.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Baby! Uh, uh, uh!" you scream, eyes shut as you just soaked in everything he gave you.

"So needy," he teases.

His hips continue hitting hard, but he changes the rhythm enough so that he's not pounding into you, but rolling into you. Despite being as deep as possible, he continues to put pressure on you. It was like he was trying to split you in half on his dick. And you loved every second of it.

"Fuck me so- so good," you praise. "Yunnie, always- God! Fuck me so good."

"Yeah? What if I just fuck you forever? Keep you on this dick. THis pussy was made for this dick. Made for me. Gonna fuck you all the time. Always, baby, fuckin' always."

"Please," you happily sigh. "Fuck me always. Til there's only you. Nothing else but you."

"Damn right."

He returns to slamming into you- you could already tell there would be bruises on the insides of your thighs for the days to come.

"Close," you choke out. "So close. God, Yunho, make me cum."

"Gonna cum again? All for me?" he hums, jack hammering into your cunt. "Do it, baby. Fuckin' drown this dick."

You clench around him, flying up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He relents, laying you down and pumping fiercely into you as you claw at his back.

"That! Just- just like that!" you shout until you scream his name.

He feels a warmth wash over his dick and thighs, wondering just how hard and how much you came.

"Gonna fill this pussy up, baby," he pants, sitting upright.

You, even more exhausted, could only spread as wide as you could- encouraging him to fill you up.

"Make me yours, Yunnie," you urge. "Make this pussy yours."

A deep groan escapes Yunho's lips- coming from his chest as he cums.

"So good, baby," you praise again. "Make me feel so good."

He stills inside you, making sure his cum hits deep in you. Even when he's done, he stays inside you. With one hand, he wipes the sweat from his hairline.

You moan again, his dick still so, so deep in you.

"So good for me, baby," he praises you this time, leaning down to - finally- kiss you.

Easy, he pulls out of your tightening cunt. He kisses your cheek, whispering about clean up. He steps into the bathroom to retrieve a wet wash cloth.

When he returns, you're asleep.

"Knew you'd see it my way," he tells your sleeping figure.

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A/N:

I love Yunho so much this man takes me to another level of thirsting ughhh

I really hope you all enjoy this! And remember, my requests are open!

[percervall]

which players give off bde to you (or just have bd's?) 😏

Anon, this made me stare off into the distance while trying to compose myself.

I LOVE IT

these are the ones I could think of

Number one is Leon Goretzka

He has both BDE and a BD 👀 jesus he should come with a warning

Joe Gomez

excuse me while I go faint like a victorian lady. I have it on good authority he fits both categories 👀 Joey, the gift that keeps on giving

Granit Xhaka

there's something about Arteta needing his full body strength to yank this man away from a fist fight that screams BDE

Emre Can

he gives of BDE and you know what, with the last two performances I'll let him have it

Gregor Kobel

I don't make the rules. BDE for sure (maybe it's the yelling. It's definitely the yelling)

Olivier Giroud

again I have it on good authority that he fits the latter category

Suggestions are welcome!

[bytheanchor]

@aestheticdriven​ replied to your post: alec is a soft dominant top with bde and i take no...

It’s not just his energy that is big ��

i MEAN his energy and strut comes from somEWHERE

[topsyturvy-dream]

I can’t stop thinking about Kakashi’s nude figurine. He really does have both BDE and a BD 😩🙏🏼

[otonymous]

We all know all the MLQC guys radiate BDE (big dick energy lmao). Ranked from the otome games you played, top 5 BIGGEST BDE? LOL

First of all, a giant thank you to @lin-ful​! 💖 I know I can always count on you to ask the really important questions in life 🙌🏼🤣This somehow turned out to be a lot longer than I intended, but I guess that’s what happens when the thirst is real LOL.

To start, let’s delve into an exploration of what Big Dick Energy (BDE) actually is.  According to an article in Vox*, BDE is “the self-confidence to know that a colossal endowment isn’t a measurement of one’s value…(it may) stem from having a literal BD, but it’s not dependent upon any sort of genitalia.  And in fact, perhaps the epitome of BDE is the complete security of not needing other people’s benchmarks — wealth, intelligence, beauty, or a BD — to know one’s own worth.  Any suspicion of try hard vibes kills BDE, as does the kind of cockiness that speaks of insecurity: the true BDE-haver is respectful to those around them, but with swagger….”

That being said, here are my top 5 picks for the biggest radiators of BDE, in no particular order (please take this with a grain of salt, seeing as I’m really only playing four otome games at the moment LOL):

n.b. SPOILERS - SO PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

[* “How Big Dick Energy explains modern masculinity” by Alex Abad-Santos and Constance Grady (Jun 27, 2018 @ vox.com)]

OTONYMOUS’ BIG DICK ENERGY LIST 🍆

1. Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku)

It doesn’t matter whose route I'm playing, as soon as Nobubu hits the screen, a bitch is weak, and as unscientific as it is, that physical reaction is one of the ways by which I assess BDE.  I mean, just look at this face:

This is the face of one who exudes confidence, a man who finds himself in life-threatening situations and has the gall to laugh because he sees them as opportunities to dispose of yet another obstacle in the way of realizing Tenka Fubu — unification by force of arms.  Call him the “Fool of Owari” all you want, he truly believes he will have the last laugh.

Strong with a sword but stronger in mind, Nobunaga is actually the smartest character in the game, outranking even Mitsuhide imho in being able to keep two steps ahead of everyone else.  That’s why this guy remains cool as a cucumber even when Hideyoshi is losing his shit and everyone is weary of his left-hand man plotting some nefarious scheme.  Nobu is an impeccable judge of character.  He has confidence in his ability to find the diamonds in the rough and this, in turn, earns him the loyalty of others.

Plus, y’all can’t tell me you weren’t biting your lips when he basically worked out the mechanics of wormholes in his head when MC told him she came from the future.

2. Akechi Mitsuhide (Ikemen Sengoku) - *SPOILERS*

This bad boy of Azuchi has BDE for days in that he gives zero fucks about what anyone thinks of him, friend or foe — be it about his intentions or his humble origins, both of which others have tried to use against him.  But the sexiest thing about Mitsuhide is the fact that he isn’t a blind follower.  This man thinks for himself and is loyal to his own ideals, not any given head of a clan, per se.

BDE also abounds in the way he carries himself: this guy is the ultimate Slick Rick in how he can mess you up in the worst of ways without even drawing his sword (or loading his rifle).  This kitsune is adept at verbal runarounds and capable of snuffing out uprisings with humiliation alone.

3. Lucien (MLQC) - *SPOILERS*

Now I know you're gonna think I’m biased here, but I’m being completely real when I tell you that Lucien exudes not just BDE, but GARGANTUAN DICK ENERGY.  I’ve been a hot mess for this man ever since he kabedoned me in his office and whispered “trust your instincts” in my ear.  But don’t take my word for it, just ask Hades.  This man is so desperate to align himself with Ares that one couldn’t help but feel secondhand embarrassment on his behalf during this little exchange:

Lucien is brilliant and he knows it.  Highly intelligent, self-aware and powerful, he likely has faith in his self-sufficiency when it comes to carrying out his plans.  At the same time, he is very subtle about his abilities except when that confidence comes out like the crack of a whip to exert his will on those who would deter him, whether they’re the Black Swan minions sent to capture MC or the mysterious head honcho who injures his eye as punishment:

This comes after Ares has the chutzpah to chastise the man for being hasty.  And he even smiles while being blinded.  Clearly, this is a man for whom the usual fear tactics fail.  The only thing he fears is losing his girl.  And if that isn’t an example of colossal dick energy, I don’t know what is. 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. Luke Foster (Kissed By The Baddest Bidder)

Ok, ok, just hear me out on this one.  The source of Luke Foster’s BDE stems from the fact that he literally doesn’t give a fuck about what people think about him aside from his MC.  Others could call him every name under the sun, poke fun at his unusual ways, and it would just be in one ear and out the other for the good doctor.  There have been several instances where he’s walked away from Eisuke mid-lecture, and he is the only bidder that I know of who can get Eisuke to do his bidding (haha!).  Case in point:

5. Le Comte de Saint-Germaine (Ikemen Vampire)

Am I still stuck on my second route in IkeVamp?  Yes. Do I know much about le Comte as a character?  No. Do I still have an intense need for this beautiful, classy man to radiate that BDE?  HELL YES. So please…please…just let me have this one. 🙏🏻😆

[sciapod]

BD Morning Energy, Part 3 (version 1)

The morning continues. 

Part One Part Two Part Three, Version 2

This time round, I wrote two versions. This, the first, is probably a more… graphic/explicit variation. The second is more… emotional. I couldn’t decide which is better, so I decided not to decide at all. I present to you: Both! A multiple choice-story, or whatever they’re called. 

If this one doesn’t suit your particular taste buds, I hope the other does. They will both proceed to a common part 4. Version two will cum in another post. :) 

Previously: You’re just minding own business, when Henry Cavill walks up to hug you from behind, letting you feel his BDE through the fabric of your clothes. After some groping and kisses, you find yourself on your knees with his [lollipop] in your mouth. 

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: Fellatio. Knob slob. Blowing the trumpet. Giving head. 

Warning: BJ in high res. Mature content. NSFW. 

Word count: 763 

Masterlist

You remove your lips from his cock and let your eager hands feel him. He is so thick. Holding your fingers around him, your fingertips don’t even reach each other. You look up to see his very… cocky… expression. He smiles as his fist tightens around your hair. You smile back, cheekily, and proceed to place your other hand around his shaft while admiring its beauty and perfection for a moment. 

Then slowly, incredibly slowly, you trace it from the root all the way up its full length, feeling its power as it swells and throbs in your delicate hands. Looking up at him again, you moist your lips till they are drenched in saliva and press them over the head of his magnificent cock repeatedly, taking it further into the warmth of your mouth each time. You hear him sigh and moan louder for every inch your lips cover. Each time you draw your head back, your hands move down his shaft, spreading the wetness all over his cock. You want it to glisten before you really begin.

Once Henry’s cock is completely drenched, you gently pull his foreskin back, moving your hands and lips simultaneously up and down his cock. After licking the exposed head for a while, you clench your lips tightly just beneath the head, sucking hard and creating a vacuum, squeezing with your hands at the same time. Moaning loudly, he loses control and with a powerful thrust he jams his thick cock deep into you. 

You didn’t think there was room in your mouth for his entire member, but then again… at this point, you are willing to endure anything. You want as much of him as possible, in any way possible. You crave him. You want to serve him; give him as much pleasure as you possibly can. ‘Satisfy him’ barely touches on what you want to do for him. 

You look up with a dirty smile and when your eyes meet, he caresses your cheek, saying, “I’m so sorry baby, I couldn’t help myself. Your lips feel so damn good!” His lips curl into a shy smile, a slightly worried expression in his vividly blue eyes. 

“Don’t be sorry, babe. I want you so badly. And you taste delicious.” That wasn’t a lie. Even his cock tastes heavenly.  

You prepare his massive shaft again, determined to bring him over the top, licking your own lips before making sure his cock is all soaked. Then you slowly press your lips over him. Further. Further. He presses hard against the back of your mouth, tickling your uvula. You adjust your position slightly and mange to open more for him, squeezing him past your tonsils, quite literally down your throat. You hear him mutter as his hand, previously clutching your hair, approaches your neck. When you hear him swearing, you know it’s because he can feel his member from the outside of your throat. 

You restrain his enormous cock deep in your throat for a long while. You manage to breathe through your nose, so you can keep it there for… forever, really. Eventually your jaw starts aching, saliva dripping down your chin, so you slowly pull away to the sound of a guttural growl from above. As your lips expose the soft, veiny skin of his hard cock, bit by bit, your hands follow, covering him with a firm but tender grip. 

Quietly impressed with your performance and newfound capability to deep-throat the hefty and immense phallus that is his, you look up to see the pleasure glowing on his face. His eyes are closed. He’s smiling and shaking his head while supporting himself to the table. 

You take it as a positive sign and repeat. After the third time round, you rub his cock gently, focusing your lips on the tip yet again. While doing this, your right hand finds his balls and you gently massage them with the palm of your hand, hearing the bass of his appreciation. Next, you move your fingers past his balls to that very particular spot behind them. Gripping his hip with the other hand in order to support yourself, still teasingly sucking his cock like a lollipop, you begin to put pressure on his perineum with two fingers. 

“Fuck, baby girl!” 

Continuing to massage his perineum, you run the tip of your tongue all the way up along the length of his perfect manhood once more before burying it in the depth of your throat a last time, his hot explosion of cum filling you from the inside. “FUCK!”

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Didn’t see the first two parts? Part one and Part two.  Wanted it to go another way? Here is the alternate Part tree. 

[yournastyfavelouis]

I'm afraid that bde post when it comes is gonna obliterate the last shreds of my sanity and I'm just gonna have to go full feral on heat legs spread on main. I'm barely keeping a lid on the thirst as it is right now without tonnes of pictorial evidence of his huge dick

I feel like you'll get a good mix of both! BD *and* BDE, which he gives in struts, power stances, squats, allllll of it! In the meantime, if you need the world's best twitter thirst account for over the TOP Louis thirst, I'm happy to share it!

[theconservativebrief]

Adam Driver has it, as did Carrie Fisher. It fuels Themyscira and her Amazons. Imperator Furiosa and Mad Max both have it. Elena Kagan and Sonia Sotomayor wield it, as does Angela Merkel. So do Tilda Swinton, Cher, and Cate Blanchett. Johnny Cash had it, same with Prince and David Bowie. LeBron James, Serena Williams, and Katie Ledecky have it, too.

If you look hard enough, it’s everywhere around you. So is its absence.

We are talking about Big. Dick. Energy.

Big Dick Energy (BDE) is the unavoidable subject of the minute on social media. What began as a joke inspired by the death of one of the premiere possessors of BDE has since sparked an all-consuming cultural urge to determine who possesses it and who is lacking — as well as the urge to define it, which raises some trickier questions.

What is BDE? Does one need colossal male genitalia to possess it? How do we spot it? How does one obtain it? And why would one want to?

No doubt, the concept of BDE and the discussion it ignites are entertaining — but beneath the initial jolt of faux-erotic titillation and scandal is a bigger conversation about how we talk about masculinity and admiration. BDE is as fascinating as it is frustrating, in that you don’t need to be a man or have prodigious genitalia to possess it, nor does it necessarily refer to anything sexual, but rhetorically it’s still very much dick-dependent. And as we sort various members of society into those who have BDE and those who don’t, it ultimately says a lot about us and what we value.

A warning to those with delicate sensibilities: This piece includes some colorful descriptions of male junk.

BDE’s origin story begins with death. This month saw the death of chef/author/food personality Anthony Bourdain, a man known for his taste, intelligence, and irreverence when it came to food and travel. Bourdain had pure grit coursing through his veins, and the courage to try to change the way we look at the world.

And when he died, Twitter user @imbobswaget coined the term Big Dick Energy to eulogize him:

we’re talking about how anthony bourdain had big dick energy which is what he would have wanted

— vampire workday (@imbobswaget) June 9, 2018

At first glance, remembering Bourdain’s legacy in connection with his genitalia might seem crass, but it works because Bourdain wasn’t afraid to be crass and humorous when the situation called for it. It’s not hard to imagine Bourdain laughing, possibly in a Vietnamese phở shack, if someone told him he was going to be remembered for having the air of someone possessing gargantuan reproductive organs.

That tweet went viral, amassing over 6,000-plus “likes,” but it took another factor to make BDE taxonomy inescapable: the alleged mythic proportions of Ariana Grande fiancé’s penis.

In a screenshot of a since-deleted tweet — which may or may not be photoshopped — Ariana Grande, a sentient affogato with a four-octave vocal range, intimated that her fiancé Pete Davidson’s Pete Davidson is around 10 inches long. This rapidly invited speculation that the magnitude of Davidson’s endowment might be one of the reasons Grande and Davidson got engaged after a short time dating, as Twitter user @babyvietcong noted:

Pete davidson is 6’3 with dark circles, exudes big dick energy, looks evil but apparently is an angel, and loves his girl publicly the only thing wrong w him is that he’s a scorpio but anyway…..id married him within a month too

— Tina (@babyvietcong) June 23, 2018

That tweet also went viral, further cementing BDE in the public consciousness.

But the thing to remember here, even though Grande’s tweet about Davidson refers to literal inches, is that Davidson and Bourdain are connected by the concept of BDE — emphasis on the E — as opposed to literally possessing big genitalia. It’s more about attitude and personality than it is anatomy.

“What we’re talking about is really more of an aura, a vibe,” Allison P. David wrote for The Cut. “There are men with Big Dicks, but who do not ooze BDE. There are men with average to little ones who can have so much BDE you’re surprised to find that their wang does not touch their knee.”

BDE is not about brandishing large, flapping genitalia when someone insults you, or constantly proving to people that you possess a BD. BDE is the complete opposite. It’s the self-confidence to know that a colossal endowment isn’t a measurement of one’s value. BDE might stem from having a literal BD, but it’s not dependent upon any sort of genitalia. And in fact, perhaps the epitome of BDE is the complete security of not needing other people’s benchmarks — wealth, intelligence, beauty, or a BD — to know one’s own worth.

Any suspicion of tryhard vibes kills BDE, as does the kind of cockiness that speaks of insecurity: the true BDE-haver is respectful to those around them, but with swagger. Someone with BDE will never text an unsolicited dick pic, because it would simply never occur to them.

But if we’re talking about aspirational levels of confidence and security when we talk about BDE, and how BDE isn’t necessarily dick-dependent, it raises the question of why we’re all so enamored with making it all about the D.

Rihanna demonstrates the feminine strain of BDE at this year’s Met Ball. AFP/Getty Images

We’ve established that BDE is an emotional rather than physical attribute: Rihanna does not have a dick, but she has BDE for days. Bourdain’s eagerness to learn from those around him was part of what gave him BDE. Chris Evans’s lack of arrogance is why he is the Hollywood Chris who most often makes the BDE list, while Hemsworth’s jock vibes and Pratt’s faint smarm disqualify them. (Pine maybe has BDE. It’s a debate the public deserves to have.)

Needless to say, any hint of misogyny destroys BDE. No one involved in the building of Gilead had any BDE whatsoever (they had the opposite, what you might call Tiny Hand Energy), but Themyscira, the island of the Amazons in Wonder Woman, runs on BDE.

That is why the inverse and the spawn of BDE is toxic masculinity. Toxic masculinity is what the Good Men Project calls “the cultural ideal of manliness, where strength is everything while emotions are a weakness; where sex and brutality are yardsticks by which men are measured, while supposedly ‘feminine’ traits — which can range from emotional vulnerability to simply not being hypersexual — are the means by which your status as ‘man’ can be taken away.” It’s the belief that in order to be a “real man” you must be strong to the point of cruelty and never feel anything, and it underlies violent and damaging ideologies like that of incels and the alt-right.

Toxic masculinity is an unsuccessful attempt to mimic BDE, and then furious resentment when that mimicry becomes impossible. It is the belief that you are owed the kind of easy confidence that comes with BDE, and then a desire to destroy the world that has not granted it to you. “I was not born Chris Evans, so fuck you all.”

But while BDE and toxic masculinity are opposites, they come from the same not-great source (your fave is problematic, meme edition), which is the belief that men’s worth is in some mystical, Freudian way linked to the size of their penises.

Reducing men’s worth to their bodies is not harmful in the same way that it is harmful to do the same to women: one of the ways that the patriarchy systemically oppresses women is by reducing them to their bodies. Joking about big dick energy does not reinforce systemic sexism. What it does do is reinforce a system of masculinity that eventually leads to toxic masculinity. BDE as a quality has nothing to do with actual dicks and is valuable regardless of the actual genitalia of its possessor, but our collective cultural impulse is to link it rhetorically to penis size. The dick part of BDE is just a metaphor, but that metaphor is not value-neutral.

On the other hand: As far as reinforcing the gender binary goes, making jokes about which celebrities have big dick energy is a pretty harmless and entertaining pastime, and here in the dark days of 2018 we need all of that we can get. And labels aside, BDE is all about celebrating a masculine-coding energy that is constructive rather than toxic, and respectful rather than violent.

Anyway, Cate Blanchett has BDE, and so does Stanley Tucci.

Original Source -> How Big Dick Energy explains modern masculinity

via The Conservative Brief

[sciapod]

BD Morning Energy, Part 3 (version 2)

Link to Part One Link to Part Two Link to Part Three, Version 1

The morning continues. 

This time ‘round, I wrote two versions. I couldn’t decide which is better, so I decided to not decide at all. I present to you: Both! A multiple choice-story, or whatever they’re called. This, the second, is a more emotional variation. The first is more graphic. 

If this one doesn’t suit your particular taste buds, I hope the other does. They will both proceed to a common part 4. Version one is in this another post. :) 

Previously: You’re just minding own business, when Henry Cavill walks up to hug you from behind, letting you feel his BDE through the fabric of your clothes. After some groping and kisses, you find yourself on your knees with his [lollipop] in your mouth. 

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: Fellatio accompanied by heartache. 

Warnings: Mature content (18+). NSFW. 

Word count: 416 

Masterlist

Image found here @cavillunraveled​

Your undying thirst for Henry consumes you evermore. This morning when you started writing, you could just as well have been in an entirely different universe, compared to where you are right now. Encapsulated in the thirst and hunger that drives you on, you are instinctively forced to feed on the man before you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, you wish you could stay in this dreamstate forever. Just the two of you, as one. 

His erection throbs in your throat, matching the tempo of your own lifepulse. Tears fill your eyes, manifesting a sort of sad happiness. Happiness because this is real. This is happening. Sad, because in the back of your consciousness, you are aware that it is a fleeting moment. Maybe in a few minutes, maybe in an hour, you don’t really know, but at some point in this unfathomable space-time continuum, this god of a man won’t be standing before you anymore. At some point, this moment will no longer be anything but a mere memory of yearning and longing. 

His hand caresses your hair with a tainted tenderness as his breathing becomes increasingly fractured. You are blowing his mind with pleasure as he is fucking yours. Brutally, painfully, perfectly. 

How could you live before him? Was it even a life? How could anything be more desirable, intoxicating, life-giving as this? 

He pulls your mouth away by your hair, letting you breathe again. He wipes the black tears away from your cheek, smiling timidly. He is well aware that it hurt you, but he is only human. You glorify him for his carnal honesty. 

You tell yourself that he craves you equally as much as you crave him, although deep down you fear this isn’t true. A certain, painful thought has the habit of creeping up on you; it’s just his good nature that keeps him around, despite what his words tell me. The hurt and fear of this dread rips a tear in your heart. Thankfully, a deep sigh of bliss from above accompanied by a hot rush of cum dissolves the thought and yanks you back to the present moment. Life-force restored. 

In your mundane daily life, you’re constantly being bickered by your friends and family that Henry occupies you too much; takes up too much space in your head. As his massive member discharges between your swollen lips claiming its rightful place, you think to yourself, You should see me now, there’s no denying.

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Didn’t see the first two parts? Or maybe you want to go back, and take another route? Take a look below:  

Link to Part One Link to Part Two Link to Part Three, Version 1