#enough with this dom = strong = top = masc

[lynxindisguise]

dom remus sub sirius in the sense that doms are good at staying on task and subs are the ones who are actually intense, hardcore, and in charge of the situation

[l1tw1ck]

Please write more of the toy. PLEASE -🥚

Toy (2)

dom!bottom!ftm oc x sub!top!masc reader

wellll since you asked sooo nicely and im in the mood to write some sexy dominating men,,, | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Dark Content

Debt Free

CW: Non-Con, Pet Play (Sort of) (puppy pet name, mention of collar and leash)

You were given the opportunity to clear your debt by dating your goddamned debt collector. He fell for you and basically ruined your life, he made you fall deeper and deeper into debt just so he could make you desperate enough to accept his offer. Now you're in his bedroom, wearing a studded collar and a leash. He likes treating you like an obedient dog and making you do things for him knowing you're not allowed to deny him. He could kill you if he wanted to.

He sits comfortably on your face, treating it like a special throne. He arches his back, shivering as he feels your tongue exploring his soft walls. "Mm...just like that, puppy~" He moans. "You've gotten better- uh~!" He gasps as your tongue finds his g-spot. He throws his head back, crying out shamelessly in pleasure as you eat him out. You're not the biggest fan of him but you can't deny the wonderful taste of his pussy and the pretty moans that come out of his mouth. "Yes- yes-" He breathes out.

"Fu- fuck~!" He squirts. "Mmh- such a good puppy.." He grinds down on your face before getting up.

ok i got lazy sorry

How to Please a Man

CW: Stepcest, Manipulation

this was lowkey difficult to write bc i have no idea how to finger someone 😭😭😭 im an autistic asexual virgin who absolutely hates masturbating with my fingers bc sticky so if anything is off ... thats why

You decided to ask your step father for relationship advice. You're a virgin and you're very nervous about asking out your crush. He was eager to give you advice and even offered to teach you some things.

"I bet you don't even know how to kiss." He climbs onto your lap. "Let me teach you." He doesn't wait for an answer and forces you into a kiss. You try to push him away but he's too strong. He grinds down on your crotch, determined to fuck you.

He finally pulls away from the kiss. "Relax, most guys don't like inexperience. I'll make sure you know what you're doing with him." He stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you into his bedroom and bringing you onto the bed with him. He manages to shimmy his shorts and boxers off, exposing his wet cunt to you. "Don't be scared, try and do what you think would feel good."

You swallow the lump in your throat. He's probably right. Your crush would appreciate it if you knew what you were doing. And this probably doesn't mean anything to him. He's just helping you out. Although you're unaware of your crush's anatomy, this'll probably be helpful for any future endeavors too. You look at his t-dick and hold it with your thumb and index finger, gently sliding it up and down. "Is...is that good?"

"Yeah, so good.." He moans. Jerking his dick is the easiest way to get him off thanks to how sensitive is. "But, you shouldn't rely on just that to please m- him."

"Oh- okay." You slide your finger down his cunt, eyeing him for a reaction. You slowly push your finger inside him, your breathing turns shallow as you take in the feeling of his warmth. You didn't know it felt like this. So warm, so plush, and so fucking wet. God. You feel weird for thinking this way about your step father but dear Lord, his pussy feels amazing. You slide in another finger and fumble around in his insides.

"Try finding my g-spot. You'll know when you find it."

You search around for it, earning a soft gasp from him when you find it. You poke it with the pads of your fingers, effectively pleasing him. You get the smart idea of sucking his dick while doing this.

"Fuck- good boy~" He throws his head back. "That's it. Keep going.."

You find yourself getting turned on by the sound of his moans and his praise. This is so wrong but oh so fucking good.

You keep going until he squirts, making a mess of the bed. You pull your mouth off his dick and lick up his slick before pulling away.

"Do you wanna learn more?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile. You nod eagerly, no longer worried about the morality of this.

part two for the second part if i remember lololol

[locallixie]

Hi if your request is open, can I request a top!sub! bang chan x dom!bot!male reader were the bang chan fails his art class yet his art teacher (reader) gave him a chance to pass his exam by inviting bang chan to paint him naked which lead to reader riding his student's cock.

extra credit — bang chan

> summary . art is the one subject he hated the most, and it shows through his falling grades. luckily the teacher was nice enough to let him do extra credit to pass.

> genre . smut, lowkey pwp, art teacher!reader, student!bang chan, sub-top!bang chan, dom-bot!reader, masc!reader.

> warnings . unprotected sex, blowjob, strong language, semi-public sex, cum eating.

(wc) > 2.1k

(taglist) > @jihanlovic

(sunny’s note) ✩ here’s my opinions on art through a bang chan smut, i don’t like modern art.

Art is subjective, and sometimes, it could even be absolutely senseless. There was no strict mold or form that art had, it was made to be a creativity exercise for the people participating. Yet, how did his own artistry failed him this badly? He was fairly good at every other subject, even chemistry! He was excellent at music, where his creative juice flowed the most. But how come it wasn’t the same for this god-forsaken subject?

“Chan, I need to talk to you after class.” You told right after handing him back his final exam’s piece.

He cussed under his breath, poorly scored with being below fifty percent which instantly meant that he failed. There was no way in hell he could explain this to his parents, this one subject really fucked him over. What did he signed up for art in the first place, it wasn't mandatory to have an additional elective?—Music was his original choice. Chan could not let one bad final grade to fuck up his reports completely, a mindset of a perfectionist. Definitely could not make any more mistakes during his senior year, he was nearing his graduation soon in about two or three months of school left.

Minho looked over, noticing the other's distressful state. "Bad score? Show me, what did that geezer give you?"

Chan sighed, silently sliding his final piece to Minho's space of the desk they shared together. "Minho, watch your mouth, what is with you and [Y/N]?"

Expressing disgust as he gazed at the bold red numbers on Chan's final piece, "I don't like [Y/N], he's such a bitch." Minho wasn't entirely sure why he hated you, more like conflicted as you were nice yet overly strict at points, that made him despised the bipolar behaviour of yours and you all together.

You were young, early-twenties it seemed, you have only been teaching for about two years which meant you were fairly new. Your students mainly comprised of juniors and seniors, but you had other freshmen and sophomores when operating after school club. In charge of standard level IB art, you weren't a big deal.

The bell rang loudly, signifying the end of fifth period. Chan stayed behind, waiting for everyone to leave the classroom so he could get this conversation over with. Minho wished him 'goodluck', before he was about to come face-to-face with the devil.

"Bang Chan, I think you're fully aware of why we are having this talk, right?" You leaned on your desk, resting your head on your hand as you focused your gaze upon him.

Without sugar-coating anything, "You're failing my class." You told sternly. "You know this is IB level art, correct? It's also your senior year, you can't turn back now."

Chan let out a dragged breath, "I...I'm not satisfied with this grade."

You simply nodded, a bit of deviousness in your tone of voice. "I figured, are you asking me for a second chance?"

He was crazy for going through with this, an IB diploma? He remembered now, he signed up for art was because of his goal of diversifying his profile for future academic opportunities. If his first and prioritized major didn't work out, he had multiple back-up plans with such a powerful diploma. But now here hopeless with his IB diploma jeopardized, all that hard work down the drain in less than a minute.

"Is there something I could do for extra credits? [Y/N], please." Everyone called you by your first name, despite being in the higher position of a teacher. In repay for letting your students get comfortable and dropping almost all formality, you would break them down even harder than the shape they used to be. If they failed with the same comfortability, you wouldn't come save them, too bad!

But Chan, Chan in particular piqued your interests. You caught on with the looks he gave you during class, he glanced and shyly waved when you two would passed by in the hallway. He had many potentials, you liked his ideas and perspective, however he lacked experiences and techniques.

"You come to my class after school, you'll do a gouache painting for me. How does that sound?" You suggested, even though you knew beforehand that he was going to accept nonetheless.

“When should I drop by?”

“Thursday, and I expect you to arrive on time.” Chan was usually late when class took place during sixth period—which is the last period of the day. Only late to your class, you heard from your colleague who taught global politics during sixth period that Chan has always been on-time except for some rare excused absences. Odd was it? As if he didn’t want to see you, or he dreaded attending your class almost. Students these days, gosh!

This week has been hectic, final projects from multiple different classes, a mock exam coming up soon on next Tuesday, and now he has to worry about fixing his damned grades. One more bad day and he was going to actually lose his mind. Prom was coming up as well, and if all of this wasn't resolve by next week, he might not be able to attend.

Thursday rolled around, after all the classes during the day, he came over to the art room on the south corridor—where your classroom was located. Chan was supposed to be tutoring Jisung on calculus today at the library, but now he has to reschedule with the younger. If he could get this stupid final piece over with, he might be able to make it to the tutoring session.

You were in the midst of setting up when he barged in, "Oh great, we'll get started right away! Just take a seat, I'll go get you a new spatula."

After placing a brand new spatula on the small stool in front of Chan, next to the five tubes of gouache paint, you went to lock the door. There were barely anyone at school at this hour, but just as an extra precaution.

"Well, your assigment is simple really. You'll do a painting with a nude model in roughly two hours time." You explained.

"So when is the model coming in?"

"They're already here, you'll be painting me." You smiled at the bewildered look on his face, his ears slowly getting redder by the second. So, this was really happening? Unbuttoning each and every button on your loosely-fitted shirt. A little bit of skin, then your entire shoulders, and then your bare torso on display before his eyes. Off with your dress pants, the rest being discarded along with it, until the cool air was your only article of clothing worn on yourself.

You sat on a couch in front of his station—one that was moved around often for other figure drawing excercises that you had for your students. Leaning back down at the cushion, you chose a pose that you would be comfortable in for the next few hours. Though the pose itself was quite normal, nothing too crazy. But the gaze you had on him made it all the more suggestive, almost like a sex invitation.

"Your time starts..." You glanced at the hanged clock above the blackboard, "Now."

Chan got into work right away, squeezing out paint from the small tubes onto the palette. Chan was a bit embarrassed to look at you, his teacher who he had been with for a whole year, was now naked from head to toes and sitting there with this look in his eyes. To come completely clean, he did thought about your naked body under the clothes you wore during your lectures from time to time, he was a bit surprised to be able to see the real thing.

Painting in the essential shapes as a quick base before he went in with the details a little later. His hands were shaking, his heart was bouncing around his chest like a mad man, he kept turning to his painting then at you and then again. He couldn't keep his eyes off you to save his life, and his pants felt a bit tight too! All he could think about was your bare self on display. Each inch of your skin, each strands of hair that fell on your face, each pinky shade of your cock.

"What's the matter? You look on edge." Asking with half legitimate concerns.

His Adam's apple moved up and down for a split second as he gulped down his saliva. God, he was having a massive boner, and he could not have you know about it. Using his mixing palette as a shield of sort, hopefully covering the tent that formed on his pants away from your knowledge.

"Is it me?" You smirked, your intentions clear on your inviting lips.

"Well...um..." He couldn't think of anything to say, the entire atmosphere between you two were all sexual tension. He wanted to fuck you, but it wasn't like he could say it out and proud.

You put on your robe, lazily drapping it over your nude body. Each step reaching towards him, he couldn't help but wanting to drop everything and take you then and there. You stood just inches away from him, grazing your fingers over his broad shoulders as if you were feeling expensive fur at the store.

Admiring his unfinished piece, "Wow, you're making quite the improvement." You commented.

The shading and the colours were all carefully made decisions, the brush strokes made things looked smoother and more polished in the earlier state. In a way, an artist's painting was their own perspective on the world surrounding them. With that philosophy, that was how Chan saw you through his own eyes. And damn was it also filled with his inner desires.

"You know," You began, "I like your pieces, they all have such a distinct personal touch." Keeping eye contacts, you held his hand and slowly guiding it down your bare chest under the silk robe. Holding up his chin slightly, you placed your lips on his. Out of the blue, yet, you both were expecting this to happen. As if manifested throughout time, every single time he thought about wanting to get freaky with you contributed to this moment.

Young people were bold, Chan was not an exception. He was quick to shove his tongue in your mouth, pump lips crying out for yours. Almost feeling like you were close to passing out with how aggressive he was, you had to pull away for air.

You brought him over to the couch, pushing him down as you got on your knees before him. Undoing his pants, immediately placing your wet and hot mouth over his throbbing cock. Chan's breath hitched, his rough hand grabbing your hair as he squirmed and twitched in his place.

"Oh my God, [Y/N], keep sucking me like that, you're amazing." Chan breathed heavily, hips slightly jerking up. Tongue flicking over his sensitive tip, sending shivers all over his body. Technically screaming for you with his little whimpers, breathy moans turning you on.

Your mouth felt full as he emptied his load, a few drops even leaked out the corners of your mouth. You swallowed the entirety down your throat like the dirty whore that you were for your student, an action that brazen made his face blushed like an after party.

Before he could unbutton his uniform shirt, you were already disrobed and stradling him. Your lips were back to kissing him, at the same time, you were lining up his cock for the next event. Steadily sitting yourself down on top of him, his hard cock stabbing slowly into you, your fleshy and warm walls wrapping over.

Chan placed his hands on your hips, securing you in place. The next minute, and you were bouncing, grinding on him as if none of this was wrong. His head tilting back, the fucked expression on his face was pleasing to the eyes. "Yeah, baby. Feels good to be inside of me, right? You wish you could just fuck me everyday."

Half-lidded eyes, hair sticking to his forehead, way too lost to reply. "If you're this fucking great, I guess I have to let you pass." You complimented, gripping a handful of his brown locks, slaming your lower body down on him. He came so much that you felt it dripping out onto the couch—that meant you would have to get it clean up, what a difficult story it would be to tell the cleaners.

After cleaning up the brushes and paint, you were officially finished for the day. You placed Chan's piece on the drying racks, you would never be able to look at this painting without being reminded of what went down today. Though, now you knew how vast his skills were.

You held his tie, flattening his shirt with your hand. "I'll see you in class next Monday, don't be late~"

[peppermintmochafem]

oh my god you’re perfect. i’ve been diving deeper into the nsfw side of sapphic tumblr and it made me feel insecure at first bc there’s SO many blogs centered around being a femme sub or a butch dom or anything within those lines and im a butch -adjacent (it’s complicated. roles you feel you should conform to yknow) sub/bottom and i was like hahah shh am i weird for this. but then. femdoms haiiiiiiiii i need a bitchy but loving beautiful woman to top me. ty for existing

hii i have been trying to think of a response to this all day because this is honestly very special to me <3 it seems like there is really not enough love out there for submissive mascs & butches but I promise you are not weird for it at all, and there is more love and desire than you know <3

what's not to desire about being able to break down someone so strong, to get the rare privilege of getting them vulnerable. giving them a chance to not have to hold themselves together. letting them mindlessly follow your commands, and not have to worry about anything.

domming a butch is an honor and privilege and one of the most desirable things on this earth. and don't even get me started on topping a butch omg

[bullreigns]

●18+ ONLY●

What's up? I'm Cyrus, you can call me Cy or Rusty. I'm also down in horny contexts to be called Reggie, or The Bull.

Finally getting around to setting up a kink blog.

I'm 25, I prefer people over 21, but I'm open to talking dirty with anyone over 18 and seeing how it goes: my ask box and DMs are open, babes. If you want to trade pics, or share discord IDs, just ask.

Bi, mostly t4t but I'm open to just about anyone. I'm a dom, mostly a top, and I'm just about always down to talk, or even meet up if you're close enough. I'm poly and have three partners currently, two of which are not sexual.

I'm a big, hairy, piercing-obsessed transmasc bear, some kind of butch manlady with strong arms and a soft belly with massive tits. I am an honest to God cowboy. I don't smoke traditionally, but I do vape 0 nicotine just for the aesthetic- it's hot as hell. My identity is weird, I'm a masc man who is a butch lesbian- I am ONLY okay with masculine or neutral terms and will ONLY allow certain feminine terms for me when I'm with women, so ASK before you say shit.

●Primary Kinks: Leather, BDSM, petplay, minor impact, begging/edging, overstimulation, licking/biting, cucking, praise, humiliation, dumbification, breeding, TF, hypno, being worshipped. Ask about others- there's more I'd rather discuss in private.

○Hard No: Incest, DD/LG, ageplay, raceplay, emeto, cop-lovers, beastiality, voyeurism where you intend to be actually seen.

●Comfortable Terms for Me/My Body: Sir, big man, big bull, bully, faggot, cock, t-cock, cunt, mancunt, tits, chest, I personally refer to my tits as "the ladies" often.

○Uncomfortable Terms for Me/My Body: Anything being feminine, cuntboy, boypussy, anything to do with me being small/little.

Special Tags:

- Bulltalk: Me saying some shit, probably being horny in the tags.

-Bullshit: Less horny personal posts, or venting.

-The Bull: Pics of me.

- Dee: For my precious little cow.

[fairymint]

💜 How does their orientation play into dynamics with their gender?

Being gay has Felix’s presentation more relaxed; it’s expected at least, to be a little extra ‘fruity’ and had he been straight he might have tried to let go of some things, caring about what girls think.

There is now this dynamic with men where it’s played at ‘do i want to kiss him or do i want to be him?’ so appreciation of a guy can really split into aesthetic vs romantic/sexual attraction. Trans men in general also pass as much younger than they are, being a dwarf doesn’t help him on that front. He’s small, and more pear shaped and so gives off a different vibe than someone more muscular. But he’s masculine enough. He smells it, he’s strong, it works out for him.

Of course, growing up an ace ‘girl’, he’s not used to the idea of being the pursuer, dom, or top socially speaking, even if his body craves stuff equally, and he’s settling into the role.

But he’s no stranger to makeup or the cotton candy/pastel aesthetic, and will definitely wear more ‘feminine’ shirts and accessories at times. There are mannerisms that he does hide for people that aren’t his s/o or heavily trusted, however, so he might be more stern or gruff overall, definitely using the drop in his voice when needed.

As for Ingo, his masculinity, while comfortable, has limits in public where he can put off a rather neutral masc leaning vibe, but it ramps up for his s/o. When he’s in love, something comes over him and he wants to be the provider, the one doting, and to an extent, the boss. Being Demiromantic, he will play the perfect gentleman to court and is gently assertive. And while Ace himself, he gets gender euphoria from any kind of date night.

[zevexsii]

naib subedar sfw + nsfw hcs (gn s/o)

cut for length and nsfw content !

sfw 

another difficult person to enter a relationship with. naib has lost too much to feel comfortable getting close to someone he knows isn’t going to stay close- you’re in it for the long run. 

in matches, you’re naib’s first priority (when you’ve been assigned to a team together, of course). the second naib notices you’ve been chaired, he’s headed your way as fast as he can. typically, he’d like you to stick together so he can keep a safe eye on you, but naib’s not too pressed if you two split of your own volition. 

there’s an incredibly low chance of being injured during a match with naib. if you’re wounded at the end, it’ll be small scratches or a bruise here and there. regardless of how small or shallow any of your scratches may be, naib is cleaning and bandaging them up, scolding you for being so reckless the entire time. 

he’s another big eater! devours anything you make and is more than happy to show you how to cook nepalese food. cook for him and let him curl up and rest his head on your shoulder afterward and he’ll be tempted to marry you on the spot

loud noises overwhelm naib extremely easily. crowds also make him edgy and anxious. when naib’s panicky, he gets annoyed and will probably snap at you- he would do best with a relatively calm s/o who’s able to keep their head in stressful situations. 

if you’re looking for ways to calm him down, don’t go to overwhelming physical affection right off the bat. someone trying to wrap their arms around him will be seen as a threat to naib’s safety and would only trigger his ptsd even more. instead, grab one of his hands and try to help him regulate his breathing. remind him that he’s safe with you, that there’s nothing to worry about. when naib needs physical comfort, he’ll seek you out. this tactic goes for calming him down after nightmares, too.

the most comforting position for naib is allowing him to sit on your lap and bury his head in your chest- he’s caught between the urge to hide from everything and the urge to protect you. like this, he’s got a solid rock of refuge and it feels like he’s shielding you from any perceived danger. 

undo his strict ponytail and massage naib’s scalp and he’ll be passed out in a heartbeat, snoring softly, his grip on your clothes tight as ever. 

on naib’s bad days, he’s practically glued to your hip. he’s terrified something horrible’s going to happen to you- like the things that happened to his fellow soldiers or even worse, the things he’s done and (seen done) to other people during his time as a hired mercenary. it’s scary, who can blame him? 

wouldn’t mind too much if his partner was into pda, but would feel uncomfortable reciprocating the vast majority of it. naib’s still trying to unlearn the “vulnerability is bad” mindset. he’s been surrounded by that idea his entire adult life, so give him time. this has been touched on before, but hand-holding makes naib soft!! whether you’re enjoying a mellow walk through the manor gardens or lingering in the lobby post-match, one of naib’s calloused hands will find a way to intertwine with yours. 

making naib blush is difficult. very few things can force their way into the chinks in his stoic armor, but soft kisses pressed to his cheek are guaranteed to send an intense flush to his face

if you’re too shy or uncomfortable with pda, you can bet naib’s doing everything he can to fluster you in a safer setting. you’re doing dishes? surprise smooch! indulging in some much-needed downtime? smooch! if naib’s feeling cocky and the time is right, he’ll land his lips somewhere on your face right after you’ve finished a calibration during a match

not too huge on nicknames!! your name is satisfying to say, and naib doesn’t think anything he could call you would fit any better. if you hear him mumble a sleepy “sweetheart” in the middle of a cuddle session while he tries to pull you closer, no you didn’t

naib’s idea of a perfect day ends in a steamy shower or relaxing bath with his s/o. nothing spicy, just soft moments with his love. once y’all are dried and done, throw on your pajamas or one of naib’s shirts (if you’re small enough- mans is 5’6”) and crawl into bed. naib tends to curl in on himself (think fetal position) if you aren’t there- a lot of times he ends up unintentionally becoming the little spoon. 

when naib wants to hold you close, his arms will snake around your waist and he’ll invite you to lay your head on his chest or burrow your face in his neck. when you wake up, it’ll most likely be to naib pestering you in the most loving way possible- ever the early riser, this one. 

nsfw

naib can’t really be pinned down to any specific top or bottom role (no pun intended). during the beginning of your intimate relationship with him, naib leans towards taking a dominant role. it’s indescribably difficult for naib to relinquish control over a non-intimate situation, so you can imagine leaning back and letting go would be even harder. 

gets incredibly handsy when he’s horny. won’t hesitate to seek you out, either. naib doesn’t see the point of masturbation if he has a partner, but he respects your boundaries if you’re not in the mood. 

going back to the surprise kissing bit earlier, when naib wants to let you know he wants to fuck, he’ll pin you up against the closest surface or loop his arms lazily around your shoulders (if you’re short enough) and smash his lips into yours a little rougher than usual- nibbling on your bottom lip right before pulling away. 

has a bit of a fixation on oral. favors receiving over giving slightly, but is still addicted to the way you taste. for masc readers, it’s literally impossible to gag him. to be entirely honest, you could facefuck him with very little resistance. naib wouldn’t hesitate to use you and he expects you to treat him the same way.

 tug on the sheets ever so slightly while he’s sucking your cock and naib will drag your hand to the top of his head, reminding you to pull his hair.

for fem readers, he’ll slowly spread apart your sopping pussy and the corner of his mouth will lift up in a pleased smirk, his rough hands buried in the plush of your thighs. if you attempt to rut your hips against him, naib’ll put an end to that right quick, pinning your hips to the bed, his grip tight enough to leave bruises. 

no matter what, naib’s covering every inch of your bottom half he can reach in hickeys and bruises, occasionally leaning back to admire his handiwork, leaving poor you all needy and aching, whimpering pitifully. 

he’ll look up at you underneath his dark brown eyelashes when you cum, feeling up your sides and pulling your hips closer to his face. the whines his actions pull from your throat will never cease to satisfy him. 

when naib has pleasured you to your mutual satisfaction, he’ll sit up and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, intentionally smearing your fluids across his face, grinning hungrily as he stares down at you.

now, when you’re sucking naib off, things can get intense pretty damn fast. one moment you’re gently stroking his cock (decently sized too, a good 6-7 inches, average girth), and the next he’s got you by the hair, ramming his dick in your mouth. might accidentally cage you in with his thicc thighs- he’s lost in the feeling of your pretty lips around him, what can he say? gently tap him on the leg and he’ll loosen up a little bit. 

groans loud. louder than he does when he’s actually having sex (at least when he’s topping). the noises he makes are nothing short of animalistic; low growls and heavy moans, straight from his chest. you might have to stop him and remind him to relax. there’s much more to come (no pun intended), and it wouldn’t to well to have naib tire himself out now. his breath will hitch in his chest when you suddenly pull back, but he’ll give you a shaky nod when you tell him to calm down. 

really makes a show of undressing, unless he’s been super pent up lately or something happened to pull out jealous naib. naib isn’t as buff as one might expect; he’s more of the lean type, his strength concentrated in his shoulders and core muscles.

naib’s torso is littered with various scars, some deeper and more noticeable than others. he doesn’t like to admit it, but they’re definitely an insecurity of his. run your fingers over them, or press your lips to the most obvious one, and naib’s heart aches (in a good way, of course). it feels so tender, so soft, so warm to be accepted and wholly loved, regardless of any self-labeled flaws and mistakes. but, mr subedar needs more. 

so he stuffs himself inside of you, letting out a breathy groan at the sudden contact and throwing his head back in delight. when he’s sure that movement wouldn’t cause you too much discomfort, he’ll begin to sloppily thrust himself back and forth, panting heavily. he’s breathing too hard to let out a coherent sentence, egged on by your moans as he angles himself as deeply inside of you as possible. 

depending on how long foreplay lasted, naib can go anywhere from 2-4 rounds. he’s already quite sloppy and forceful, so you can imagine how he gets when he’s tired- sweat beads on his forehead and his chest heaves with every breath, each of his desperate thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. 

naib views cumming inside of you as more intimate, but if you’re uncomfortable with that, he’ll pull out and empty himself onto your stomach. if you have a uterus, he’ll do his best to pull out anyways- considering your current setting, neither of you can really afford a pregnancy scare. 

as mentioned above, naib is more of a top-leaning switch. he defaults to domming because it puts him in control, so you’d have to have a strong relationship with him already. 

if you want naib to sub, you’d have to initiate sex. naib values people who are outright with their intentions, so hold true to that. settle yourself on his lap, arms linked lazily around his shoulders, and press a few soft kisses to the side of naib’s neck. this is the point where he’ll tense up and either gently tell you he isn’t in the mood, or tug you closer. 

naib doesn’t mind where you take him, as long as it’s in a private space. probably has a thing for being fucked on furniture anyway. oral (for both parties) is fine in semi-public spaces- the risk gets naib off more than he’d like to admit- but penetration is reserved for you to witness, and you alone. 

pay special attention to the sensitive spots on naib’s neck and he’ll turn into a whining mess under your touch. grind down on his lap as you gently undo his low ponytail- grab a fistful of his soft hair near the nape of his neck and watch him turn to mush.

in any situation (domming or subbing) naib’s particular to the missionary position. it gives him a perfect view of his s/o at all times.

prep him thoroughly if you want to fuck him in the ass or peg him. he has very limited experience with being penetrated, so no matter how many times naib roughly groans for you to “hurry up and fuck him already”, make sure he’s lubed up and ready to go.

gasps so loud?? when you push your cock or a strap-on inside of him, his entire body goes rigid for a second, and his eyes roll back in his head. it’s delightful. let him shift around for a moment- he’s still getting used to the hot, full feeling that’s overwhelming his senses. naib will grunt out when he’s ready for you to move.

 naib tries to give you what he’d want from a partner; hard, sloppy thrusts with no particular rhythm that leave you aching for more. in barely any time at all, naib is squirming underneath you, choking out requests for “more” and “harder” between half-baked curses that die on his lips. when he cums for the last time, you can see all of the tension leave his shoulders and his final yelp of ecstasy fades into a content sigh.

as far as aftercare goes, naib prefers showering with you over taking a bath. it’s quicker and more convenient, and at this point, naib is puckered out. he just wants to crawl into bed with his s/o. 

falls asleep real quick! it’s lights out as soon as naib’s head hits the pillow and he’s sure you’re in his arms or vice versa. 

gosh i love myself one (1) mercenary 

[fierceawakening]

Weird question. How do you get good at topping and domming?

Okay, so, this ask. I’ve been sorting out my thoughts on this one for a while, because (probably no big secret) I personally spent a lot of my time when I first got into the Scene panicking that I wasn’t Domly Enough, and this was Not Useful to anyone, really. 

So part of me just wants to pat you and tell you it’s fine, because it’s fine. 

If the person you’re topping likes you and wants to Do The Kink with you, they will probably enjoy the kink with you, even if your Intimidation score is far from maxed.

If they only seem to care about how high your Intimidation score is, they might be a jerk, or they might be more interested in the kink than the you which isn’t necessarily terrible but probably means you should both be playing with some other human.

Okay, that done:

First of all: what are you looking to get better at? 

If it’s “how do I swing this object and hit a butt and not a hip bone,” then there are a lot of manuals out there and pre-covid there were a lot of classes out there. Which have probably morphed into a lot of webinars. You may want to look up your local kink scene and involve yourself just for the classes (assuming here you don’t want to do the social bits, but it’s fine if you do. Don’t assume any kink scene will be devoid of drama, and do whatever you’re comfortable with from there, would be my rule of thumb.)

If you’re looking to practice technique on your own, beat up your pillows! They’re fluffy and you can see where exactly you hit and they’re pillows so they won’t complain. :-)

If it’s “how do I project a demeanor,” that’s often difficult for a lot of people, particularly woman-aligned people. Many Years Ago I went to a class on femdom taught by Fetish Diva Midori, and that’s one of the first things she mentioned--there’s a cultural trope/Thingy about what “a dominatrix” is, and while many of us who are interested in topping may vibe with or want to emulate some bits of it, it’s REALLY common for toppy womanish things to not relate to other bits of it or even be very put off by some of them. (I remember personally feeling pressured to present less masc, because that image is very Danger Femme, and eventually just feeling really burnt out. I also don’t like the strong humiliation stuff... embarrassing a partner who I know is going to be turned on is hot to me because EE THEY’RE BLUSHING AND ALSO HORNY, LOOK WHAT I DID! but actually belittling someone just, ew no. Acting like I’m not into it, also ew no. Why would I be doing it if it wasn’t a turn on for me?!)

What I remember from that class is: What makes you feel powerful? What things do you see, whether in media or stories or whatever, that strike you as Sexy and Powerful? There are a lot of archetypes you can look at and draw from. In the class, Midori changed outfits, from a sexy latex dress to an army uniform type thing to a Professor/Teacher type thing. And the different people in the class had different reactions. I remember one person who hadn’t really said much about the other outfits giving this little “oh!” gasp at the teacher one.

So... we respond to different things, and different things make us feel powerful. I remember feeling a lot more confident in general once I’d started RPing TFP Megatron online, whether or not I was doing smut--it’s a powerful character that I really liked, masculine so I didn’t feel uncomfortable, etc. And whether or not I was actually pretending to be Megs when I was with my GF (usually not), some of what I’d done to develop that persona helped me to feel more on point when we were doing the kinky stuff.

So... think about yours. What’s fun for you? What powerful characters do you like? What things might you incorporate from that, even if you’re not role-playing them?  Are there things they might say or ways they might say them that are sexy or make you feel sexy? Etc.

Some people may not Get It, esp. if they’re expecting that Dominatrix archetype, but... someone will, and whoever that is, that’s the person you’re gonna have the most fun with.

[full-course-identity]

gonna split this between canon character ships and oc-sprinkled ships. we'll start with canon (i also know most of these answer but eh): jeremy/rich, mr. heere/mr. reyes, michael/chloe, jake/rich, squip/michael, squip/brooke, brooke/madeline (STILL COUNTS, SHE'S TECHNICALLY A CANON CHARACTER), squip/rich's squip (in general fanon 'rich's squip isn't mo' situations--i'mma ask about OUR r!squip in the next ask)

HI SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

Warning: Some of this goes into darkfic territory, and is lightly NSFW/NSFT.

Jeremy/Rich

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell (when this option is italized, it means OTP feelings, not Shipping Them As Problematique)

THIS IS MY FAVORITE ALWAYS-FLUFFY (or the comfort portion of hurt/comfort, or tragic lovers, etc) SHIP. It makes me SO VERY INCREDIBLY happy; Rich and Jeremy have this magnetic chemistry in the musical and in fandom--Hell, I even genuinely enjoy most fanon interpretations of the ship, which is really rare for me (still don’t read much fanfiction besides yours though... >u>; )

Also? Hot. Very hot.

... that was not meant to be a pun but I think it probably is...

Mr. Heere/Mr. Reyes

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell (bolding this one means it is/can be Problematique, obvs)

Platonic H/R? Nahhh. I think portraying both of them as queer is a good idea (Reyes gay and aro, Heere bisexual with a strong preference for women and femme enbys), but it just feels like Mr. Heere would want something else tbh. I mean, Mr. Reyes is pretty openly anti-children during the play, and Mr. Heere really loves his son and his son’s friend. I just can’t imagine they’d have much chemistry if they tried dating

Oh but what if... they were predators bonding over their mutual love of abusing the vulnerable people in their lives... haha jk... unless?

Michael/Chloe

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

This... is fascinating. I’m getting more into bisexual Michael for the sake of variety, and this would be... a very fun ship, actually. Especially if it was the two of them targetting Jeremy together... or, oh, actually, this would be a FANTASTIC companion to a Jeremy/Brooke story, w/ Michael and Chloe playing the villains... hm...

(I just really like playing around w/ evil Michael)

Jake/Rich

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

I’m so torn on this one. I really dislike most Jake/Rich in large, large part to just... the fandom around it... but I can also picture it being really fucking good in NSFW art, portrayed in particular ways (especially if it doesn’t act as a companion to boyfs), or like, if you did it? IT COULD GENUINELY WORK, but I haven’t seen it done in a way I particularly enjoyed.

Evil!Jake on good!Rich is fun, though I’m not suuuuuper into it--it’s a VERY nice change of pace with us, I like it in AUs, but I prefer Jake to just not be involved or else a small blip/one-off mention... or as the metaphorical sugar daddy to shenanigans gfnbhjvgfdfvdjnjvhfk

Squip/Michael

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

... I’m sorry friends, I’m just not interested. I see why it’s intriguing, I can see that it has what-if potential, but I just can’t care. Not even in an OT3 with Jeremy (though Jeremy being in a relationship with both of them separately would actually be pretty cool). 

tbh, if I have to ship the Squip with a human that isn’t Jeremy, I reaaaaaally like your growing interest in his and Rich’s relationship. 

Oh, and...

Squip/Brooke

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

Much as I think Squip is generally boy and nb masc-attracted attracted, Squip/Brooke would be genuinely, extremely, incredibly fucking adorable. I wouldn’t do much with it personally, but this is the sorta thing I’d love to see shippy art and/or an ask blog for if that makes sense?

Fuck dude, Jeremy watching his Squip come back in a body just to fuck his ex is the funniest shit ever tho, he’d be so disgruntled.

Brooke/Madeline

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

[insert heart eyes emoji]

Even though we’ve generally portrayed Mads as het-but-fools-around-a-little, this is probably my other Really Good Brooke Endgame Ship right next to Brooke/Jenna. I just feel that like... their chemistry, both how we portray it plus the canon stuff (“implied sluttiness” and the way Brooke thinks she’s so cool and tries to model herself off her) is. Mmm. Mmmmmm. 

Plus, not to be all My Autism Makes Me Hyperfocus On Other Character’s Autism, but like... their autistic peculiarities would line up fantastically? Imagine them cuddling and like... touching each other to stim...

squip/rich's squip

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / additional category: I’m genuinely unsure because I’ve only seen hints of how other people portray Rich’s Squip

So the thing about Rich’s Squip in the fandom is that like... outside the occasional character design making a brief appearance in larger prints, nobody really talks about them?

I mean. Okay, granted, I haven’t read enough fanfic yet (... God I really want to eventually, I’d just like a Handy Guide for Who Is And Isn’t An Anti and also I keep going “okay but x character would never be like that” even though that’s wroooong and I don’t seem to have that issue in visual media and....... you get the picture), but after... 2017? After the fandom’s first explosion died down, people rarely talked about R!S. 

I think this was a direct reaction of the Anti movement finally making the solid change to fandom landscape it’d wanted to, unfortunately; this found a swift and sudden tidal wave of backlash to most Squip (primarily shipping) related anything, seemingly killing ALL Squip content that was not sufficiently “briefly used for boyfs or JakeRich angst” enough for a good long while.

Eventually, the growing rise of a sub-fandom around Squip thirsting and Squip redemptions (attempting to be ~untainted by gross shippers~, usually) started around the time badlydrawnBMC started to really pick up steam along with a few selfshippers, inspiring people to Squip-ship in an “acceptable manner”.

The problem is, none of this has affected Rich’s Squip--at least, not yet. The kinda people scared of (or that are) antis have “no good reason” to redeem Rich’s, since “she” (he/they at the beginning of BMC fanon, widely-used she now) did or caused stuff way more egregious, IE the fire, making Rich a bully, and stifling his bisexuality. As a result, there’s a very subtle, unspoken pressure not to really... use her much. 

Jokes are... mostly okay, but there’s a huge preference for Kermit!Rich!Squip if you do.

Anyway.

From the little bit we hear of her in actual canon, Rich’s own words and her brief voice and stuff... I could see her being much colder, possibly meaner then Jeremy’s Squip, probably. They probably have a dom!bottom/sub!top abusive slave relationship. She makes Rich fuck her while mocking everything he does, and then seduces him and promises a little bit of love when he tries to refuse. He would be hopelessly devoted to her, desperate for her approval, and she’d string him step by step. By the time he realizes how well and truly fucked he is, it’s too late; the last stand happens, they fight in front of everyone, and it all goes up in smoke.

Thanks for the question! Hopefully the next doesn’t take this long @_@

[l1tw1ck]

Shrouded in Pleasure

Idia shares his fantasy with you, hoping you'll turn it into a reality

Bottom Idia Shroud x Top!Masc Reader

{Request}

CW: Consensual Mind Break, Handcuffs, Fingering, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Nipple Clamps, Aphrodisiacs, Degrading, Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Anal Sex, Breathplay, Creampie

📝 841 Words

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When Idia told you about his fantasy, you were pretty shocked. His fantasy to be fucked so hard that he loses his mind and can't think anymore, to get rid of all his anxious thoughts and be in your warmth. You didn't realize it was something he'd be into but you're interested in fulfilling his wish.

You went over the safeword or any actions that'll stop the whole thing immediately with him over and over, making sure you don't end up doing something that makes him uncomfortable. But he'll most likely be unable to say anything when you break him so even though you're worried, you know he has a lot of trust in you.

After going over all the ground rules, you were finally ready to turn his fantasy into a reality.

You lean over Idia's naked body, his arms behind his back and restricted with fluffy handcuffs and his nipples pinched with pretty clamps while your fingers stretch him out.

"'M gon- gonna come~" Idia shivers.

"Already? You're so sensitive." Your fingers slam into his prostate, but your fist is wrapped around his length and preventing him from getting his release.

Idia whimpers but doesn't complain.

You pull your fingers out take a small jar of pink liquid. "Say 'ah', it's an aphrodisiac."

Idia opens his mouth and swallows the liquid you pour into his mouth.

You run your hands along his body. "It's pretty strong and activates fast, I bet if I..." Your voice trails off as you tap the tip of his cock, the sensitivity from the previous denials and the aphrodisiac has Idia arching his back and coming all over his chest and stomach.

After coming down from his high, Idia looks at you with a worried expression, thinking he'll get punished for coming without permission.

"Don't worry, baby," You kiss his forehead. "As long as my hand isn't squeezing your tiny little cock, you can come as many times as you'd like."

Idia blushes.

"Speaking of." You open a drawer and take out a vibrator specifically created to be wrapped around someone's penis. You slide it onto his length, some cum spurting out from the touch. You set it at the lowest setting so there's always stimulation but not enough to make him come.

You slot yourself in between his legs, tugging your underwear down just enough to free your length. You push your cock inside his well stretched hole, watching Idia's expression contort into pleasure.

You bottom out and hit his prostate, causing him to come all over himself again. "Ready?" You pull on one of the nipple clamps.

He moans and nods, you start fucking into him before he can even verbalize anything. Idia arches his back and floods the room with moans, as well as further flooding his body with his own cum.

You slap Idia, not because you're upset but he likes when you slap him. "How many times are you gonna come, hm? At some point you're gonna start shooting blanks." You wrap your fist around his dick, preventing him from coming again.

"'M sorry~" Idia moans, fine with not coming as long as you keep fucking him. "Fuck- yes- yes!"

You flip him over, hand leaving his cock. You shove Idia's face into the pillow and fuck the air out of his lungs. The clamps on his nipples push against the bed, causing more pain and far more pleasure for Idia.

His moans are muffled by the pillow and his head starts to feel fuzzy. You land a harsh smack to his ass, slightly thin spurts of cum shoot onto the bed as Idia tightens around your cock.

He further loses his mind the longer you keep his head on the pillow along with the other constant stimulations. Idia giggles and drools into the pillow, biting his lip when you pull his head up for air.

"Co- come.." Idia mumbles with a goofy grin on his face. "Inside mh- me..."

"I don't know if you deserve it..." You tease, moving your hand down to his crotch and reclaiming its rightful place on Idia's sensitive little dick.

Idia repeats 'please' over and over, sobbing and unable to make a proper sentence.

You push his head back down onto the pillow to shut him up. "You're already getting so much, and yet you want more?" You chuckle. "You're lucky you've been so good today."

Idia can barely hear you or even make out what you're saying, all he can identify is your tone. He whimpers and tries to say sorry but fails thanks to the pillow.

Your thrusts end with a stuttering halt as you come deep inside him, happiness quickly washes over your boyfriend. You move his body onto his side, giving you a look at his red tear stained and drool ridden face, quickly getting you hard again.

It doesn't take you a second to start fucking him again. He's so broken that moans are the only things coming out of his mouth.

He's finally gotten what he wanted.

[pubefest2020]

Let’s get ready to writeeeeeee!!!

Sunday is when the author signups open, so time to get your engines fired up! The prompt list is here, but I saw tumblr being an asshole and not opening it the other day, so I’m going to paste below the cut. Take a look, pick your top five, and get ready to kill us all on Sunday (I’ll send out prompt assignments on 11/11). If you have a friend who wants to write, please encourage them! We’re talking small here: 2k to 8k. Knock that drabble off your to-do list!

Prompt list under the cut:

Shameless PWP where Harry is too busy with work to keep up with his normal trimming and person B insists that they have sex anyway. Turns out that his full bush (including butt pubes) gives him the strongest musky smell and person B can’t get enough of it. Rimming perhaps?

Harry is shooting for some artsy magazine that has him doing a lot of tasteful partial nudity. At one point he’s almost completely nude and jokingly wants to do some shots that focus on his bush. Person B (probably the photographer) is obsessed and encourages it and they end up with lots of close ups on his thick bush and his fingers in it/pulling it/emphasis on rings and nail polish in this situation

Harry has found an appreciation for being tied down and having person B pull on his pubes; especially those on his mons pubis, but everywhere else too.

Something centred on lesbian Harry’s thoughts about how her grooming habits have changed over the years since no longer feeling the pressures of being in a girlband in her early adult life. Can be either solo or with Person B

Harry + person B, gentle caretaker Dom shaving sub Harry

Harry + person B, rough oral with a lot of focus on nose in pubes?

Harry + Person A + Person B, one holding Harry and being all gentle and sweet, the other shaving Harry’s legs for him. Bonus for bondage and a D/s flair, but I’m not married to that part.

Armpits are gross, right? Smelly and hairy and weird. So why is it that Harry is fixated on B’s? (armpit kink!)

Girl Direction: Harry worships her hirsute girlfriend’s chest, nipple, and belly hair.

B makes a bet with Harry that Harry won’t be able to go the whole summer without shaving. It turns out Harry likes it much more than ever expected.

Trans masculine Harry is excited by all the changes he and his boyfriend (also trans/GNC and on T) are going through, but growing body hair is his surprise fave.

Girl Direction: Her newfound exercise habit means that Harry is seeing a lot more women naked, and she’s starting to feel self-conscious about her pubic hair. B reminds her what’s so great about it.

Girl Direction: Harry is an aesthetician who spends all day long removing body hair and giving skin care treatments. In her fantasies, she’s making women hairier instead of taking it away.

Girl Direction: There’s something about an angry dyke with hairy armpits that makes B wet. Enter Harry, tits out, armpits bushy, and absolutely flirting with B. It shouldn’t make B think about burying her face in Harry’s side, but it really does.

Alien! Harry is still trying to adapt to all the strange things about the human form he’s taken, but body hair is the thing he finds most fascinating of all.

ABO where alphas and omegas get extra hairy when they’ve met a suitable mate. It’s the first time this has happened for Harry or B and they’re really turned on by it.

MPreg: As Harry gets more pregnant, his treasure trail expands and thickens right along with his growing belly.

ABO: Omega Harry would bathe in Alpha B’s sweat if it were possible. Since it’s not, Harry settles on burying themselves in all the most scent-concentrated places of B’s, right among B’s armpit and pubic hair.

Girl Direction: Harry is a proper southern belle whose mother taught her to shave her legs at an early age. As an adult, she’s kept up the practice, but when she meets and falls for B, B’s hairy legs might change that.

GayABO: Alpha Harry isn’t supposed to like the smell of other alphas, but with a rut coming up all they want is for their significant other, alpha B, to let their pubes and pit hair grow so their scent intensifies too.

GayABO: Omega/Omega: Harry loves what slick does to their omega partner’s pubic and leg hair.

Harry is insecure about his lack of chest hair. person b makes him feel better

Armpit licking fetish. Either harry has one or person B has one. I just want some armpits getting licked.

Harry needs help having his ass shaved for some reason (swim team? Photo shoot?) and he enlists person b and it turns into rimming

Harry has a Forced feminization fetish, so body hair shaving/waxing and then cross dressing please  

Harry has a fetish for guys with facial hair/beards eating his ass and making him raw. Maybe the story revolves around person B wanting to shave and harry being sad? And then smut!

Harry likes having his pubes pulled out/pubic hair torture. Person b is freaked out but also supportive and eventually  gets into it

Girl direction! Harry has a bush fetish and loves to go down on natural girls/smell them

After harry comes out as a lesbian she decided to stop shaving and her bff person b also does it in solidarity and she realizes she’s really turned on by it, wants to lick her gal pals hairy pits etc

Harry is a femme lesbian who shaves everything and her partner is a butch lesbian who loves watching the ritual of it, then smooth leg worship sex ensues!!!

Harry’s insecure about her hairy legs at summer camp because she forgot her razor but luckily her hot lesbian cabin mate helps her feel better in more ways than one

Girl direction panty fetish fic that centers around wearing lace panties with pubes escaping the sides, panty sniffing, too tight thongs, sweaty/post work out sex. Harry is submissive, person b is a femdom.

Girl harry joins the gucci gay commune and starts to let all her hair grow out, finds a home with her new found family, falls for the girl wearing the cat mask. Lots of hairy pussy eating and nipple sucking please

harry gets a tattoo on his pubic bone and has to shave his pubes and is very sad about it

all of harry’s friends are talking about having to shave their beards except for him, who barely has any facial hair at all. feeling left out, he decides to shave his pubes, because at least he actually grows hair there.

harry isn’t really allowed to mess around with his hair during the height of 1d, growing it out is the most he can get away with. but he really wants to, so he just starts to colour his pubic hair different colours instead, shaves it into funny shapes, etc

trans girl harry is finally comfortable enough to start presenting as female in public, loves to wear dresses, make-up, and high-heeled boots, but with that comes the general expectation to shave or wax your legs, armpits, and pubes. she struggles with that decision because she actually loves body hair and feels comfortable with it and doesn’t really want to remove it.

Person B suggests that Harry waxes his ass and/or balls and Harry complies. Once they actually do it Harry is overwhelmed by the pain and super turned on by it.

Harry loves Person B’s body hair and pubes, he especially loves it when he is completely clean shaven himself (maybe even being shaved by Person B?) and Person B keeps pointing out their difference in body hair.

Harry comes home from the gym hot and sweaty and person B finds him irresistible. Sex ensues including hairy pit worship and strong sweaty pube focus.

Person B can’t resist the urge to ejaculate in Harry’s bush and proceeds to touch/lick/pull/ etc.

Harry loves to see his wispy chest hair peek through a floral lace top, his hairy legs adorned in knee high socks, his light stubble contrasted with some pink lipstick. Only Person B gets to see his pubic hair spill out the sides of a silk panty and they’re just as obsessed.

Canon compliant NB Harry wants to wax/shave his (or her or their) pubes and underarms and legs for the first time but is anxious about both Person B’s and their fans’/ the public’s reaction. Ft… gender exploration, insecurity, body worship, praise kink. Also maybe focus on Harry’s thought process/emotions before during and after?

something centered around sub lesbian harry feeling insecure abt her body hair and pubes and person b reassuring/ praising her (basically lesbian praise kink and body worship)

GirlDirection 70s/80s pornstar AU: Harry + Person A oral with emphasis on those 70s style bushes. Bonus for feathered hair and bad 70s porn tropes! Maybe a Person B too?

Harry loses a game at a party and is punished by having his legs waxed in the bathroom. It’s painful and he never wants to do it again, but he can’t deny he loves the way his legs feel and wants the stranger he’d been eyeing all night to feel them too. Thigh fucking would be nice

Harry is pregnant and the hormones make him hairier than he’s ever been and he doesn’t know what to think. Person B might be obsessed. Pubes/chest/armpits/etc.

Highly detailed wank fic where Harry plays with himself and loves his bush and hairy balls (and foreskin 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Being on tour is stressful. Harry finds the act of shaving his legs in a dark hotel room with a bunch of candles lit oddly relaxing. Getting off afterward while scratching up his smooth thighs is just a bonus.

Girl direction fic where Harry usually shaves her pubes but let them grow after ending things with her last partner. She meets person B on a night out and they go home to hook up, but Harry remembers she hasn’t shaved and gets really self-conscious, until person B assures her they’re into it

Person A is trans masc and recently started T, and they’ve just started growing stubble on their face and are really excited about it. Person B worships it and experiences beard burn while getting eaten out

Girl! Harry is a model doing a photo shoot that involves posing with flowers in her bush - maybe she hooks up with the photographer, or maybe just admires the way it looks herself?

Girl direction where Harry is attempting to shave her pubes in the bathroom but is having trouble, so she nervously calls her roommate/best friend in to help and there is a lot of sexual tension that leads to Harry getting eaten out for the first time and the two of them admitting their feelings for each other

50s/60s/70s Girl Direction AU where normally pasty Harry spends a summer in LA and gets super tan. Her girlfriend comes to visit and is obsessed with the way Harry’s tan lines look against her full bush. Maybe they take pictures?

canon compliant xf era Harry has never been as close to another boy as he is to Louis. He’s fascinated by their differences in their bodies especially body hair wise

Girl Direction: Harry and Person B are both not into shaving very often, if at all. Harry (or person B) have only ever been with people who are clean shaven. Together they decide to explore the hairy side to being a lesbian, maybe rubbing?

I’m struggling with a less severe form of trichotillomania, a disorder where you have the urge to pull out your hair and I’d love to see a fic about it. Person A struggles with trichotillomania (in which way and which intensity is up to you). Person B is trying to help them recover (in which way and how successful that is is up to you, they could help them find professional help) and expresses love for person A’s body hair.

No pairing, just Harry. Harry has been letting his body hair grow, and he likes the sensation of it against his fingers. When masturbating he accidentally gets his rings caught in his pubes and realises that he loves the pain.

Harry casually lets his grooming habits slip a bit. Maybe he’s busy and doesn’t think it’s too big of a difference. Person B notices but doesn’t mind so it never really gets brought up. One day Harry is taking nudes and suddenly realizes what a difference it is and maybe he’s obsessed with it.

Recently out queer girl! Harry has a history of dating men who shame her for the slightest trace of body hair. Person B is the first girl she’s dated, and Harry keeps herself completely hairless at first because of old habits. It comes up in conversation one day and Person B reassures Harry that it’s ok to let her hair grow if she wants, so she does just that, and Person B shows her exactly how much she loves it.

Person B loves running her hands over girl!Harry’s soft back and tummy hair. Harry thinks they are grossed out by this at first and gets insecure, but quickly realizes that they find it sexy on her

Person B (a work colleague) one day mistakes Harry for a woman from behind because of his long hair and is quite embarrassed about it. Harry assures Person B he’s not offended and casually slips that it excites him a bit when people make this mistake. Afterward, Harry’s innocent comment becomes more and more sexually charged in Person B’s fantasies and Person B decides to be an adult and do something about it. Luckily, Harry’s just as horny.

Harry wants to dress as a mermaid for Halloween , and decides to wax in preparation (for his custom-made shell bra top and shimmery sequined tail) (any pairing)

Person B is on the set of the Lights Up mv enjoying how wet and hairy Harry is and he can’t wait for them to wrap up filming so he can ravish him

Harry and person B try full suspension bondage for the first time, but realise maybe they should have shaved harry’s pubes first as they keep getting caught in the rope. Not to worry, turns out harry enjoys the feeling more than they could have anticipated

Girl Direction or standard - Asexual Harry starts dating person B, who is completely accepting of Harry being ace. Together they go on a journey together to explore different forms of intimacy. The thing Harry likes best is when person B spends times stroking and appreciating her/his bush and pit hair because it feels nice and she/he feels safe knowing that person B won’t take it any further. Person B finds it deeply erotica and together they work out ways for person B to feel sexually satisfied without Harry feeling uncomfortable/bored

harry and person b 69-ing with lots of focus on them smelling/touching/licking/biting/pulling/appreciating each other’s pubes

Sub Person B worshipping dom Harry’s pubes. Maybe including face sitting?

Anything about body hair turning gray with age! Could be just Harry’s, or with a Person B, girl (woman) direction, whatever you want.

Harry is turned into a werewolf and notices that he’s suddenly growing more body hair than he used to, even when it’s not a full moon

Girl Direction: Harry watches Person B curse someone out for making a comment about her unshaved legs and pits, and immediately falls in love and has to show Person B’s body hair her appreciation

Girl Direction: Harry and Person B go on a road trip in a hippie van and decide to forego shaving in order to get the real hippie experience. By the end of the trip, they’re super into it.

Harry is a mermaid with pubes! Maybe human Person B is surprised but intrigued by it?

Harry has a gay epiphany when he can’t stop staring at other guys’ body hair at the gym - in the showers, or in the locker room, or when they’re all sweaty and gross from working out..

Person A and B loving and appreciating Harry’s body hair during a threesome!

Harry and Person B often help each other shave or wax or trim their body hair, purely for practical reasons, of course. It’s totally platonic. Until it isn’t.

Harry is a professional hockey player who’s been hooking up with his tream captain for months. Who knew the stench of an after game lockerroom could be a such turn on? (body worship, hairy/sweaty men, smelling kink)

[oldworld-chaotic]

21, 28, 32, 38, 42, 46, 70, 118, 149

damn, someone’s eager, i’m flattered.

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21. what are your bad habits?i’m very bad at taking care of myself, so there’s so much i could list here, but i’ll leave plenty of them off to keep this short(er).biting my nails, picking at my skin, oversleeping (even when i don’t want to), not staying hydrated, not keeping my diet consistent (which stresses me out a lot), generally not taking care of myself, general self sabotage, not putting my time to better use, wasting away my life doing nothing when being productive makes me feel vastly better, not following through with ideas and projects. and,i’m sure most people classify how little i leave the house as a bad habit.

28. who are you most comfortable around?no one, really. i’m a pretty guarded person and feel like a burden most of the time. but probably my current / main roleplay partner. she’s very chill and understanding and far too tolerant of me, and is pretty much like an older sister to me by now. i don’t ever need a break from talking to her, i don’t really have to filter anything i say to her, and i’m comfortable enough with her to send pictures of myself with my body exposed? which sounds weird if you don’t know me, but i usually cover up fully, and last night whilst i was pinning fabric together on me for something i’m working on, i was more than happy to send her a mirror selfie of what i was doing (whilst shirtless). that’s a huge display of comfort, considering i’m not okay with people even seeing my arms.

32. which celebrities would you have a threesome with?my knee jerk is me x chris hemsworth x jeff goldblum, not gonna fucking lie. but i feel like neither of them are gay enough for that.

38. describe your dream girl/guy?well.- male. (or a very heavily masc aligned enby.)- taller than me, but not gigantic. (a six foot guy is going to make me look pretty ridiculous if i’m stood next to him.)- significantly bigger than me in terms of weight, by muscle, or chub, or both. i like either, or both. a guy who looks like he could snap me is absolutely ideal. (that’s the way i want a guy to make me look tiny by comparison.)- hung would be ideal, ngl. (born with it or store bought. as long as he knows how to use it i don’t care which.)- a top, a dom, and kinky. ideally into a good portion of what i’m into.- handsome, but that’s not something i can clarify as easily.- confident. confidence is a big fucking turn on.- fully okay with all of my identity, gender and sexuality wise.- understanding of my mental health, but not very mentally ill himself. i’m enough fucked up for one relationship.- not traumatised. see above.- a strong character. there’s probably a way to explain this in fewer words, but i really really really fucking hate flaky people. i don’t like to initiate, i don’t like to have to lead someone around and tell them what to do or think or feel. it’s so fucking annoying to me, and the friendships where i’ve had to fill that role have been the most unfulfilling i’ve ever had.- shares at least some taste in music, in movies, in games, etc. but we don’t have to like all the same shit, that’d be boring.i’m sure there’s other things... but i’ve talked for long enough.

42. if you’re being extremely quiet, what does it mean?if the conversation is online, it can be too many things. distracted by something on or offline or both, multitasking on or offline or both, struggling to come up with a response, not hearing or seeing or otherwise being alerted to the conversation, overstimulated, etc. in real life? it sort of depends. it can be a sign that i’m very comfortable around you, but it can also mean i’m not comfortable enough? i’ve been snapped at a lot in my life for just talking, or had comments from adults about talking too much, and in general i struggle to communicate in real life face to face with anyone because? it’s just hard to be a physical person?? like i don’t know how to act or hold myself or how to be. online i feel like my presence can be far more fluid than when i’m sat directly opposite you and feel like i have to be stimulating.but more commonly than any of these answers? i’m pissed off at myself for something i said, or i’m dissociating, or i’ve had a mood swing. all of those fuck over my ability to talk big time.

46. what are you paranoid about?a lot. too much. too many things. almost everything. from paranormal things to home invasion to being watched one way or another to how people think of me to just... everything... i’m such a paranoid, neurotic person filled to the brim with intrusive thoughts about everything within myself and outside of myself.

70. names of your best friends?i guess... august, en, nicole, rosalie

118. do you like chinese food?i don’t like food in general, but i genuinely like spring rolls?... so if that counts? they’re low calorie bundles of flavour and texture that don’t make me want to shrivel up and die. i also used to like egg fried rice, but i’m not sure if i could actually eat that anymore. i’m only talking about uk chinese takeaway. i don’t know much about cuisine.

149. do you believe in ghosts?i do and i don’t. i’m very much sceptical, on the fence, but still shit myself when i hear a noise in the house because of course it has to be a ghost or a demon.ultimately, i think i do, and i do mostly believe in mediums? i think some people are more susceptible to these things, and not all of us can have first hand experiences with the paranormal (thank fuck, please let me be one who doesn’t).it seems only logical that something must come of our energy, even in the most basic principles of energy. but at the same time, we don’t fucking know. the mind can trick us into a lot, and i would be more inclined to say yes or no if there was more, and clearer evidence.my view is really messy. because i can sit here and explain how it makes sense, but then also think of how many shows that are titled something like “most haunted” where they never see a ghost. it’s all over the place, really, isn’t it?

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[l1tw1ck]

25, 34, 44, 52 and 56, bottom Dottore (ftm or not, doesn't matter)

Reader's a virgin and his friends have decided to change that by taking him to a strip club, where he sees Dottore and almost instantly falls for him

-⛩️

Daddy Dottore

dom!bottom!ftm!stripper!Dottore x sub!top!masc reader

1K Event | AFAB Language Used

CW: Virginity Loss, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Handjob, Orgasm Delay, Begging

You had no interest in going to a strip club but your friends were so persistent about it that you gave up and let them drag you there. You weren't expecting to fall for one of the strippers but how couldn't you have? He’s tall, strong, and could definitely crush you if he wanted to. He's definitely your type. You knew that if you didn't book a private room with him, you’d regret it.

Dottore sits on your lap and smirks. “First time?”

You nod.

“Thought so.” He lightly caresses your cheek. “I’ll show you a good time, sweetheart.”

You practically melt. “Wh- what do I call you?”

Dottore laughs like you said something ridiculous. “You know what?” He leans into your ear. “You can call me Daddy.”

You shiver. “Okay…” You give him your name.

Dottore works your cock out of your pants with just one hand. “You’re this hard and I haven't even really done anything to you..” He grins, extremely pleased with how you're reacting to him. It's not everyday he gets to play with a virgin. He starts to jerk you off, grinning as he watches your reaction. Your face twists in pleasure, low moans escaping your lips as he gives you the best and first handjob you’ve ever received. You throw your head back and close your eyes, focusing on how good it feels.

“Mmh- Daddy~” You whimper. Dottore bites his lip, even more turned on.

“You wanna come? Beg for it.”

“Plea- please let me come-” You plead. “I wanna come, Daddy, please-”

Dottore speeds up and you come moments later, cum splattering on the both of you. He scoops up some and brings it into his mouth, smirking.

Dottore sinks down onto your length and just feeling his warmth around you is enough to drive you insane. He quickly starts to ride your cock. His pussy is so overwhelming, you’re not sure you're going to last. Even with the barrier of the condom, you can tell how soft and wet he is. You wanna be inside him forever. He notices this and brings his hand down to his t-dick, hoping to come before you. “I- I’m gonna- ‘m gonna come-” You warn him.

“Don't.” He orders. “You wanna make me feel good, right? Don’t come until I do.”

“But- I-”

He shushes you. You try your best to hold back, getting even more overwhelmed. “Good boy..” He purrs, reaching his own peak. You dig your nails into your palms, practically about to explode. Thankfully for you, Dottore comes, immediately bringing you to your long awaited orgasm.

Dottore catches his breath and looks at your pleased expression. “I think I wanna keep you.” He smirks.