#queuecumber ◡̈

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "sleepyhead" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+:���:﹤content : 18+ mdni, sub!leehan x soft dom!reader, hand job, use of a vibrator, consensual somno, overstim, mention of subspace, use of petnames / wc : 1.6k, masterlist

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leehan shivers when cold air hits his body. the warm barrier he’s built through the night dissipates as you pull the duvet off of him. goosebumps litter across the velvety texture of his skin, but he accepts that, seems to find comfort even in the cold. 

you climb over his body, hook the waistband of his boxers under your fingertips, and ever so slowly deprive him of those as well. it takes time and patience for you to guide the fabric down over his hips without causing him to stir, but this sweet boy deserves to be handled with care. he’s even colder now, goosebumps littering across the soft expanse of his thighs. his only form of communication is a quiet huff of breath that gets lost somewhere in the air, doesn’t quite reach your ears even in the otherwise still bedroom.

his eyelashes are fanning his cheeks and his lips are pink and parted when you look up at him. his breath settles once more, even and rhythmic, but you wait a few more seconds just to be sure he’s still asleep.

leehan’s never admitted how much he revels in being treated gently. punishment excites him, and he’s such a go-with-the-flow kind of person that he’s willing to take whatever you toss at him. still, you’ve seen the way he sighs and smiles when you reassure him how beautiful he is, how good he’s doing. even a reassuring phrase could relax him during a particularly harsh scene. when his eyes glaze over and unfocus, and his body stops fighting back, those are the only signs you need to be kinder, go slower. your relentless touches will become more gentle and considerate and leehan can work through the fog in his brain, can remember how to use his words again. in moments like that, even as you slowly work him through one more painful orgasm, he’s babbling about how much he loves you, how amazing you make him feel.

he has informed you how much he loves being woken up like this, startled out of slumber because you’re making him feel so good. the drowsiness clouds his mind and makes him more sensitive. he often feels like he’s wading through water, too weak to fight you off even if he wanted to. that’s exhilarating for the both of you. however, it’s almost too easy to send him into subspace that way, so you have to be mindful of that when you’re in control.

his member is resting against his stomach, unawakened and unbothered. you set his shorts in the hamper and grab the things you need–lube and the bullet you bought leehan as a joke–from the bedside table. you set them below the pillow, leveled with leehan’s rising and falling chest, then climb back over him. you sit back, trying not to put all of your weight on his thighs, but you end up doing so anyway. you pull the needed-items closer to yourself and pop the lid off of the lube. it’s cold when you spread it across your fingers. not wanting to make leehan even more miserable, you try to warm it up before touching him.

after a couple of minutes, you deem it room temperature at least. you use your clean hand to lift his member and wrap your lubed one around his base. he huffs again, louder this time, but doesn’t react otherwise. you stroke his member slowly with a loose grip, and his hips twitch. you stop when his eyelashes flutter, giving him time to settle back into the bed. when he does, you grab the lube again and squirt a little directly on his tip. you spread it around with your thumb, adding just a little bit of pressure, and the breath he pushes out is accompanied with the tiniest whimper. you go back to stroking his length, speeding up just a bit, until his hips try to lift up into the feeling.

when his length is hard and heavy in your hold, you reach for the vibrator. you rub a little bit of the mess on your palm around the toy, hoping to warm it up in the process, then press it against his tip. leehan seems to take a deep breath at the same time you do. you wait a few seconds just to be so sure that he’s still asleep. his breath is a little ragged, but he’s as calm as he can be otherwise, so you press the button to bring the bullet to life.

his reaction is immediate. he presses his hips into the mattress first, trying to get away from such intense and sudden stimulation. it doesn’t work, of course, and he ends up grinding into the feeling instead. you pretend to pull away, and he whines softly, hips chasing the vibrations. you’re less worried about waking him up now that you’ve actually got the vibrator on him. now, you’re more curious how much of this it would take to wake him up, so you turn up the setting. the toy gets louder as it vibrates faster, and leehan’s breath catches with another whimper. the rhythm he has as he fucks up against the toy falters, and his entire body trembles, and you know he’s waking up before his eyelashes even flutter open.

“g’morning, ihannie,” you say with a sweet tone. leehan tries to focus on you, but you rub the vibrator against him in tight, tiny circles, and his eyes unfocus again before they roll back. his quiet, whiny noises turn into loud, breathy gasps, and his eyes open again to look straight at you. 

“feeling okay?”

“hmn–” he tries, stops when you up the setting one more time. there’s precum drooling out of his slit, getting the toy dirty, and you lean down to blow cold air on his wet tip. 

he chokes on a whine and clutches his hands into his t-shirt to try to ground himself. then, he’s mumbling out half-spoken “please’s.” you hum in approval, and his hips jerk as sticky white splurts out of his cock. some of it lands on your chest. you turn the vibrator off and set it beside his stomach, which is quivering with his shaky breaths.

when his hips finally stop twitching, he releases his shirt and reaches for your hand instead. you indulge him, and use your free hand to wipe up the mess he made. you gather the cum on your chest with a finger, then tap the messy finger against his lips. it gets his lips dirty, but he opens his mouth almost immediately, swirls his tongue around it with cloudy eyes. you lean down to cup his cheeks and press your lips against his gently, and it’s not long before the kiss turns desperate. you swirl your tongue around his, tasting his mess yourself. when you pull away, leehan’s eyebrows are creased, and there’s a trail of string connecting the two of you. you planned to stop there, but he just looks so gorgeous under you that you kind of want to push him a little further. 

“got a color for me, pretty?”

leehan swallows after he realizes that you’re not done. he’s afraid, but he nods and reaches up to tap your wrist three times. you peck his face a few more times then sit up straight. his eyes move slowly as he watches you reach for the toy again, watches you press it against that sensitive spot on his shaft, right below his head. you hold the toy there and flick your eyes back up at his. you wait until he looks up at you as well, and hold eye contact with him as you turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting. 

“hah– mn, ff–” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to twitch out of your grasp.  

“good?” 

“go- s-so m-much–” his hands come to hold onto your shorts instead, fingers fidgeting against the fabric. you turn the setting up one. you don’t wanna hurt him, but you know he needs help getting another orgasm out so early in the morning.  

“it's okay, hannie. just one more for me, hm?” 

“o-one–” he stutters after you, fingers digging into your thighs as he tries to follow your lead. 

“mhm. gonna look so pretty cumming again, yeah?” 

“g-gonna look sso p-p– nng–” 

his eyes roll back again, mouth falling open with a silent moan. his face crumples in a way that makes you worried he’s in pain, but the thought dissipates when he’s cumming again. you remove the vibrator, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on the bed. you wrap your hand around him again to work him through it.

“yeah, just like that, hannie. did so good for me,” you whisper. there’s less cum this time. it dribbles out of his slit steadily, making a mess on your hand. he uses one of his hands to cover his mouth and muffle the high, whiny noises he probably finds embarrassing. 

he doesn’t say anything when his orgasm is over and your touch becomes too much. he looks at you with big, wet eyes and hopes you get the message. luckily for him, you’re always paying close attention. you pull your hand away from his cock and lick your fingers clean. his breath shudders as he watches you do so, fingers twitching against your thigh. you use your clean hand to trace circles up his abdomen and pull his hand away from his face so you can see it light up when you call him beautiful, stunning, your pretty boy.

he’s useless during the clean up, lying boneless against the sheets and twitching when you run a wet cloth across his sensitive areas. you discard the cloth and climb back into bed, and he’s pulling you into a tight, relentless hug the second he gets the chance. you sigh into the warm embrace and accept your fate. you assume you’ll be here for at least an hour, and it’s fair – surely good boys deserve cuddles, right?

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a/n : trying a new layout!! wanna condense the descriptions, what do you think? i hope you're well and drinking water 💓

[gardenerian]

Here I am.

[abosideblog]

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse Headcanons

Itadori Yuji

- an omega (which only adds to how much Sukuna looks down on him)

- uses pheromone blockers and heat suppressants

- isnt embarrassed or ashamed of being an omega, despite some people (Sukuna) expecting him to be

- keeps a nest in his dorm full of Megumi and Nobara's clothes (even tho she always yells at him for it)

- his scent is semi-sweet, kind of like a pineapple

Fushiguro Megumi

- a beta

- also uses pheromone blockers

- sometimes engages in nesting behaviors (its something he picked up from tsumiki as a kid)

- his scent is very 'natural', very herbal and fresh

- doesnt care about secondary gender at all due to how Gojo raised him

Kugisaki Nobara

- an alpha and definitely will show off about it

- doesnt use pheromone blockers or suppressants she's just rawdogging it

- started mimicking nesting behaviors after hanging around Megumi and Yuji too much

- has that 'traditional' alpha scent- citrus and woody

Satoru Gojo

- another alpha

- uses blockers and suppressants only while on longer missions

- being a limitless user with the six eyes while also being an alpha adds alot of pressure to him, especially in his younger years

- doesn't care about secondary gender at all despite his upbringing

- his scent is kinda hard to describe, i imagine it being pretty sweet (pretty nonstandard for alphas) but still having hints of that heavier 'traditional' alpha scent

Suguru Geto

- an omega

- uses pheromone blockers and suppressants even into his adulthood

- his secondary gender isn't exactly something he's embarrassed of, but he does sometimes try to pass as a beta or alpha in certain situations

- would constantly make nests full of Gojo's clothes when they were still in school together

- his scent is mostly floral and a little citrus-y

[istiophor16]

KELP SNACK

[one-shitpost-a-day]

WOULD YOU. UM. WOIDL YOU THINK IF THEY WERE CALLED uHhHr if

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i forgot whatt tbis post was going to be about. anyway hashtag what is a queuecumber hashtag shitpost hashtag posting as expected

[sweetsummerluke]

how the fuck do you explain this photo to non 5sos-fans

[at-thezenith]

OC kiss tag game

thank you for tagging me @mrbexwrites !

rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

passing the tag to: @megarywrites @pinkchaosstories @fleurtygurl and anyone else who sees this post :)

She leaned in, before Afsara could react. Their lips connected, and Afsara felt the dream-world sing in praise. Ola’s lips were dream-warm, like steam curling around her mouth, felt but not-quite-there. But Afsara kissed back with a real hunger she had not realised had been hollowing her out for nearly four years, finally feeling a little fuller.

Ola guided them down onto the grass, kissing her with a fervour she’d never let Afsara see. Afsara held the sides of Ola’s face, sighing into her mouth. They kissed for what could have been days, Afsara losing herself in the finally, finally of Ola’s mouth. She forgot about the dream, and she forgot about Ola’s tears, and reduced herself down to the way their bodies fit together, in how Ola’s hand was in her hair, and her legs were in between Afsara’s thighs. She felt like solid smoke, like something she had to grab to keep it from flying away.

Eventually, Ola pulled back, breath heavy. Afsara let her hands fall from her face, twisting in the grass.

‘You’ve never kissed me back,’ Ola said. ‘Not even in the best dreams.’

I’m not a dream, Afsara wanted to say. ‘I want to.’

[rosyd-mei]

[muzzlemouths]

*bops up and down like a little freak(excitedly)*

YAY IM SO HAPPY TO SEE A POST THAT DIDNT SAY QUEUE, BECAUSE IT YOUUUU

OBLITERATES YOU MID-BOP

Chair u gotta know the temptation to reply to this ask with nothing but my queue tag was so so strong but i just couldn't do that to you

[gardenerian]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICKEY!

[heyo-phillip-dead]

the thing they never tell you abt having one tumblr post that blows up is getting to see everyones queue tags

[morhath]

airplanes, silly stuff

planes should also fly by flapping their wings.  please note that i am not seeking feedback on this opinion at this time

[sweetsummerluke]

its my birthday. enjoy my two favourite luke photos

[at-thezenith]

oc picrew tag

thank u @fleurtygurl! i already made afsara for this post, but this was an excuse to put in god's specialest little angel and reluctant love interest ola. you can't see but they both have tattoos as well

[rosyd-mei]

real ones know my tumblr blog has always been a hellscape (*⁰▿⁰*) this time i actually have a community to belong to vs. screaming into the void by myself