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tyunni · 1 year

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NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

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a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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Hiii! Can i pls request a Eminem x reader smut where reader is his younger girlfriend(still legal) and she gets alot of hate online so Eminem showers her with love and he defends her online?🩷

yes ❤️❤️

who gives a shit?

tags/ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, author not proofreading shit, rushed, comfort, p0rn with plot, dirty talk, just filth, use of the word wh0re.

MDNI ⚠️

do not repost anywhere else, copy, translate, claim as your own, or use anywhere besides this blog.

pairing: em x afab

Your POV:

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing violently against the bedside table. Rolling over, I squint at the screen, still half-asleep. It's a message from marsh, my boyfriend. "Baby girl, wake up." The words are typed in all lowercase, his signature texting style. I smile, reaching over to grab the phone and swipe my finger across the screen. "Hey, sexy. What's up?"

He replies immediately, "Just wanted to make sure you were awake. You know how much I hate it when you stay out late." There's a playfulness in his tone, but there's a hint of worry there too. I can feel the warmth spread across my chest as I smile, thinking about how protective he is.

"I'm awake now, don't worry," I assure him, throwing off the sheets and stretching. I yawn, the motion sending a pleasant ache through my body. "What are you up to today?"

There's a brief pause before he responds. "I'm just chilling at home, gonna work on some new music." He always seems so focused when he's in this mood, but I know he's just as excited about it as I am. "Wanna come over?"

I bite my bottom lip, considering his offer. Being with Em is always better than being apart, but I know what it's like to have him consumed by his work. "Sure, but I can't promise I'll be much company. You know how I am when you're in the zone."

There's another pause, longer this time. "It's okay, baby. Just come over. I'd rather have you here, even if you're just sleeping or reading or whatever." His words make me feel so loved and wanted, it's impossible not to melt a little. "I'll make breakfast, okay?"

Smiling to myself, I gather my things and make my way over to his house. The walk is short, but it never fails to make my heart race a little, thinking about how much he means to me. I knock on his door, and a few seconds later, it swings open. Em stands there, bare-chested and wearing a pair of worn-in denim shorts, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy. He looks so damn sexy.

"Hey," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. I inhale the familiar scent of his skin, musk and sweat and something else that's uniquely him. "I missed you." He kisses me gently before leading me inside. The air in his apartment is warm and comfortable, and there's a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "I made you some pancakes."

"That sounds amazing," I say, following him into the kitchen. He's already pulled out a chair for me at the small breakfast bar and set a plate of pancakes, along with a cup of coffee, in front of me. "You're the best."

he chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"You really are something else, you know that?" he says, taking a bite of his own pancake. "You're beautiful, and talented, and you put up with all my shit. I don't know what I'd do without you." He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"I'm just being honest," I tell him, laughing. "You're a little crazy, but I love you."

He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know I am. But it's okay, because you're crazy too. And it works, you know?" He takes another bite of his pancake, and I watch as he chews, his jaw working gracefully. There's a certain rhythm to the way he moves, a fluidity that I find endlessly captivating. "So, what do you want to do today?"

I consider the question, taking a sip of my coffee. "I don't know, actually. What do you want to do?"

He shrugs. "I've got a few ideas, but I'd rather spend the day with you. We could go for a walk, maybe find a quiet spot and just talk or read or something. Or we could just stay in, watch a movie or make out all day." His voice drops low on the last word, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Sounds perfect," I say, reaching over to take his hand. "I could really use some time to just be with you, you know? We never seem to have enough of that these days." He squeezes my hand gently, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my body.

We finish our breakfast, and I help him clean up the dishes. As we're rinsing the plates, I glance up at him, noticing the way his muscles move as he scrubs the sponge across the surface. He's so focused on what he's doing, and yet he's still so graceful. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to watch him pleasure me, the way his body moves in perfect rhythm, the way he'd look at me with those intense eyes. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You okay?" he asks, noticing the look on my face. "You're acting a little…intense there."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just…thinking about something." I smile up at him, trying to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering what it would be like if we found some time to be alone later, you know?"

His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, his voice low and husky. "And what did you have in mind?"

I glance down at the floor, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Well, I was thinking…maybe we could find a quiet spot, just the two of us, and you could show me what you're really like in bed." My voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a heat to it that I can't contain. "I mean, I know we've been together a while, but…I feel like there's so much more we could explore together. Don't you ever want to try something new?"

He leans in, his face close to mine. His breath fans across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I'd love to explore all the things you're thinking about with you. I've been wanting this for so long." His hand finds its way to my hip, gently squeezing. "But we should probably find a place where we can be a little more comfortable. You know, where we won't be interrupted."

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden tightness in my throat. I can feel the anticipation building inside me, a mixture of desire and nervousness that seems to pool low in my belly. I know he's going to make me feel amazing, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for us.

He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to our bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. He turns to face me, taking in my expression, and then leans in, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue darts out, tentatively exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands move down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

He breaks the kiss, stepping back just enough to strip off his shirt. It falls to the floor, revealing his sculpted chest, dusting of fine hair leading down to his waistband. Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants slide down his hips, and steps out of them. He's completely naked now, and the sight of him takes my breath away. His erection is impressive, already half-hard, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside me.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to where I sit on the edge, my heart racing. He reaches down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and pulls them off in one swift motion. I'm left completely bare before him, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. He looks at me for a long moment, taking in my exposed body, before moving forward, pressing his lips against my neck. His hands find their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently.

I arch my back into his touch, moaning softly. "Please," I whisper, feeling the need for him growing stronger with every passing second. He moves his lips down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, sucking one hard before moving to the other. His hand slides between my legs, finding my aching center, and I gasp as he touches me. It feels so good to be touched like this, so intimately and thoroughly.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then slowly slides a finger inside me. I'm so wet, it feels like I've been waiting for this for hours. He begins to move his finger in and out, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself growing wetter, more needy with each passing second. His free hand finds its way to my clit, circling it gently before moving in to press against it, and I cry out, arching my back off the bed.

He smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "So wet and ready for me." He pulls his finger out of me long enough to reach down and position his erection at my entrance. There's a moment of breathless anticipation as he pushes inside, filling me completely. It feels so good, so right. I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me in a way that makes me ache for more.

His hands move up to my shoulders, gently holding me down onto the bed as he begins to thrust into me. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, driving him deeper inside me with each passing second. I can feel every inch of him as he moves against me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood as I struggle to keep myself from coming apart beneath him.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he thrusts into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. My hips meet his each time he drives into me, my body begging for more. His free hand moves between us, finding my clit once again, circling and teasing until I'm on the brink of orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing as he releases himself against my flesh. I feel him grow still for a moment, and then he begins to move again, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he regains his strength. His hips meet mine in perfect rhythm, and I can feel the tension building inside me once again.

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of intense pleasure. My body arches off the bed, my cries of release muffled against his shoulder. He continues to move inside me, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as he finds his own release.

He's powerful and dominant, but there's also a gentleness to him that I hadn't expected. The way he kisses and caresses me, the way he listens to my gasps and moans, makes me feel cherished and desired. I'm no longer aware of the rest of the world as we move together, lost in this intimate dance.

Time seems to stand still as we make love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the pace of our lovemaking. It's as if we've known each other for years, as if we were meant to be together like this.

When he finally collapses on top of me, spent and satisfied, I'm left feeling both fulfilled and completely and utterly content. He rolls to the side, pulling me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It's soothing, comforting, and I realize that this is what I've been missing. Not just sex, but this connection, this intimacy.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like. I mean, we just met, and it was sort of weird that he knew my name, but…the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so wanted and desired…it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. Groggily, I roll over and grab it, glancing at the screen to see that it's three in the morning. Great. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour? I unlock the phone and scroll through my messages, feeling a knot form in my stomach as I see a string of nasty comments from my "friends" online.

They're all talking about how I must be some sort of whore, how I should be ashamed of myself, and how everyone knows who I am now. The words sting, but somehow they feel hollow compared to the warmth that still lingers in my body from our lovemaking. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt and focus on the feeling of being loved and wanted for who I am, rather than what people think they know about me.

I roll back over and nestle myself against the solid wall of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He stirs, one hand moving to cradle my head as he kisses the top of my head. "What's wrong baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by sharing the ugliness of the outside world with him. But I can't help but wonder if he's ever experienced anything like this before. "People are being really mean online," I whisper. "They don't know what they're talking about, but it still hurts."

He sits up slowly, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly against his chest. "It's going to be okay," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "They're just jealous, that's all. They don't know what they're missing." His words are soothing, and I feel a little of the tension drain from my body.

He leans back against the headboard, cradling me in his arms, and I gaze up at him. His eyes are intense, but there's also a hint of sadness there. "Believe me when I say that none of that matters, y/n. You are perfect just the way you are. And as long as you're with me, you'll never have to worry about what anyone else thinks." His words make my heart ache, and I can't help but wonder if he truly means them.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I wish I could believe that," I whisper.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You can believe it," he says firmly. "Because it's true. You are everything to me, and no one can take that away." His words are like a balm, easing the ache in my chest.

I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Despite the cruelty of the outside world, in this moment, everything feels right. I can't help but wonder how long this will last, and if the weight of the world will eventually crush us. But for now, I'm going to hold onto this feeling, this sense of being loved and wanted for who I am, and enjoy every second of it.

#eminem x y/n #eminem imagines #eminem x reader #eminem #slim shady #marshall mathers #itsmealaiah #eminem x you

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subskz · 5 months

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hi! i just wanted to say, i’m a sub and i avoid sub skz stuff bc it’s not really my taste. i scrolled though the lee know smut tag like a few weeks ago, and i came across strawberry lemonade. i know i avoid sub skz, but i decided to give it a try anyways. and oh my god, i think that was the best decision i ever made. i haven’t read any sub skz fics because i figured that i probably wouldn’t like it, but i’m so glad that i gave it a try because honestly i think i’m kind of into it. the way you write is actually so delicious. your use of descriptions is actually scarily good like it was so easy to visualize it all, and like oh my god your descriptions sounded so hot. and the dialogue too…sooo good!! i loved how it transitioned from playfulness to something more, i don’t know, hot? idk the whole fic is just hot. all the teasing and calling him kitten?? oh my god. dragging the cold popsicle against his skin and then licking it up with the warmth of your mouth?? the sudden change in temperature is just so hot. and oh my god, putting the popsicle on his cock??

“You rolled the treat lower to emphasize your question, wedging it against his balls and making his cock spasm wildly,”

HELLO??? THE VISUAL?? imagination running wild. balls unfortunately don’t get enough love, so that line made me go a little crazy. and the way his cock spasms wildly because of it is so ridiculously hot. and even when you’re doing all of that, he still tries holding onto his pride, which is actually soo cute. and then wrapping your lips around his cock?? ughhh, if just doing it against his thighs got me going crazy, this one definitely got me going even crazier. the contrast in temperatures is <33333!! and using the popsicle where your lips didn’t cover?? you’re gonna be the death of me.

“Gradually, you built up a steady pace, timing the strokes of the popsicle with your mouth so that every inch of his dick was being stimulated at once. Hot and frigid, sloppy and smooth, like you were freezing his body over and setting it back on fire. It wasn’t long before the dizzying blend of sensations became too much for him to handle.”

i’ll let that paragraph speak for itself because holy shit was that hot as hell.

“Don’t make me beg for it.”

“But you sound so cute when you do.”

HELLLLOOOOOO?????????? ugh your writing is just so scrumptious!! oh my god and when he finally lets go of his pride and starts begging, it’s sooooo <333333

“The strawberry slush dissolved against your tongue, cooling the inside of your mouth to create an icy blend of saliva that was far too much for his hypersensitive body to handle.”

OH MY GOD. i’m in love. and the part where you stop just to make sure he doesn’t get hurt is just so adorableeee!! many fics are just pure smut with no feelings, so it’s absolutely lovely when you included this little bit that shows that you care about minho <33

“Even the popsicle lasted longer than you.”

PLEASEEEE i lost it at that omggg.

sjiwnfienenf this fic was a masterpiece. was it kinda unsanitary? yeah. but does that matter? absolutely not. i loved it omg. super hot. i stalked your blog afterwards. read almost everything, just need to find the time to start reading butterfly bandage and a few others.

also, i wanted to hear your thoughts on domming skz for the first time? but if you’re not comfortable writing switch reader, then maybe pegging for the first time? (reading “safe” made me lose my mind omg)

hello hello! first off i just have to say that your entire message has me in shambles oh my god i can’t believe how sweet u are!! 😭 thank you so much for all your kind and encouraging words, it means a lot to me that you liked it! esp since sub skz isnt ur usual cup of tea i’m delighted that you took a chance on strawberry lemonade n ended up enjoying it <33

the way u caught on to so many little details throughout the fic and immersed urself in the descriptions is incredibly touching to me, you really read w a keen eye i appreciate it so much!! even to the point of sharing lil excerpts that you liked and noticing the slight tone shift at the beginning…ur too kind ㅠㅠ the contrasting temperatures was kinda what inspired the whole thing so i’m glad to know u found that hot hehehe what better way to slowly chip away at lino’s pride right~ and yes!! i try to sneak in softer moments whenever i can to show some love for the boys, i’m very happy u took notice of that part and that it’s smth you value as well! 🥰

thank u again for taking the time to send such a lovely message u really brightened up my day!! butterfly bandage is a bit of a journey haha…if you do end up reading it i hope you’ll enjoy the ride angel 💗💗💗

as for ur question! yes i don’t do switch reader, but i think i could do smth like going from a vanilla relationship to domming skz for the first time if you’d like? either way, i’ll add first time pegging thoughts under the cut here ^_^

chan - so shy, so so shy. he’s extremely self-conscious abt it bc he feels guilty for wanting smth that, in his mind, is almost solely for his own pleasure instead of yours. he’s a lil giver who always wants to satisfy you first, after all! still, he can’t deny how bad he craves trying it, he definitely researches pegging on his own (shoutout deadpool) and gets off to the thought of it, then feels insanely embarrassed w himself after. he doesn’t have the courage to ask you outright, but since u know him well enough, it becomes pretty clear to you what he wants through his indirect roundabout channie ways of hinting at it. saying things like “ur always slapping my butt *giggle* why do u like it so muchhh~” or “i saw some videos the other day and um. yeah haha. i was like wow, ppl are into some pretty interesting things, yknow?” or ofc the infamous complaining abt how fat his ass is…lmao. and after one too many times of him fiddling w his ears and giving u hopeful glances as he stammers his way through dropping hints, you finally accept that this man is never gonna ask for it himself and decide to take initiative instead

when you do, he bursts into flames 😭 he tries desperately to play coy n oblivious, but it’s so clear how much the idea excites him w how he goes bright red, he’s not fooling anyone~ channie is such a good boy though. even if he’s nervous, he does his part to try and prep himself for you on his own, experimenting w fingering himself and even looking for the right toys to get him used to being opened up. he does whatever he can to be ready for you and make the process more convenient, but he’d definitely still need to ease into it little by little. starting w you fingering him so he can adjust to being filled up like that, testing out some smaller toys, then eventually leading into the actual pegging after a few days or weeks. he needs you to take it slow the first time, be very gentle w him! bc not only is it a bit nervewracking to try smth new, he also just feels kinda vulnerable and insecure abt it. needs lots of convincing that this is smth you want too, and that you get all the pleasure you need just seeing him blissed out and falling apart underneath you <3

he’s a flustered wreck the entire time, squirming and avoiding eye contact and covering up his body bc he feels way more exposed than usual sprawled out for you, leaking against his tummy w his legs spread. but no matter how embarrassed he is, he’s still so loud once youre inside him. if you thought he was noisy before, the sounds he makes as you start to thrust into him are like nothing you’ve ever heard before, and he wouldnt be able to contain them to save his life ㅠ his moans are so sweet, emotive, and grateful. with the way they spill out of him nonstop, it leaves no room for doubt in your mind that he’s feeling so good that all his misgivings have washed away. he tries his best to stay communicative so you know what he likes, that he’s still okay and comfortable, but once he fully adjusts to the rhythm and feel of your strap inside him he gets lost in it pretty quickly and has a hard time staying verbal. all he can really manage is a broken groans of “ah, good”, whimpering your name over n over and slurring out pleas for more, but those are more than enough to let you know that he’s enjoying himself~ it kinda dawns on him as he’s being drowned in all this pleasure how lucky he is to have you and how safe he feels in that moment, he might even start to cry if his emotions are running particularly high that day. he needs a lot of praise through it bc, again, he wants to be reassured that he’s doing well for you when all of the focus is on him like that; it’s one of the few times he won’t religiously try to deflect all ur compliments. i think he’d wanna be in missionary despite his shyness, bc he wants to feel close to you. he’ll be hiding behind his hands or unable to hold your gaze most of the time, but he still wants to be face to face with you for kisses and soothing touches <3 he’ll definitely wrap his legs around you when he’s close to pull you in deeper, like he’s worried you might stop. or he’ll tug needily at your arm to pull you down against his chest, begging you to hold him as he comes undone. aside from the emotional intimacy of the position, he also feels a lil relieved that he can bury his face into your shoulder and hide away. if you pinned his hips down the mattress to steady him while he cums, he’d go absolutely wild. later down the line, he’d be very open to you fucking him rougher. he’d esp love for you to “mahandle” him a lil bit. even if he’s bigger/stronger than you, he gets such a thrill from feeling kinda helpless as he’s bent and folded and tossed around into any position you want. he’ll crumble instantly under your hands, just to hear you call him a good boy for obeying so eagerly <3 but despite that secret desire in him, for his first time i definitely think he’d need it to be soft!

lino - curious kitty #1…he is most definitely interested in trying it out. one of the hungriest for it out of all the boys, actually, and he’s honestly a lil frustrated that you haven’t suggested it yourself yet. bc though he can be pretty shameless abt asking to try new things, he also doesn’t wanna risk the blow to his pride if you reject the idea. his version of dropping hints is literally just staring holes into the back of ur head, hoping his telepathic signals will reach you and you’ll just know what he wants without him having to say it, bc god forbid he looks desperate in front of you (he is, but you dont need to know that). if you don’t bring it up yourself, eventually he runs out of patience and just deadpans it to you one day that he wants to try pegging, but he frames it as a joke just in case so he can giggle in ur face n act like he didn’t mean it if you aren’t into it lol. if you’re the one to suggest it, his heart kinda flutters bc lino really wants to be wanted by you. he wants you to go crazy over the thought of him writhing in pleasure underneath you, to see how pretty he looks getting fucked so you become just as hooked on it as him and ask yourself why you didn’t do this sooner. he definitely plays up his seductive behavior around you to try and get you to initiate it like the sneaky lil kitty he is

though he acts all fussy n huffy as if he’s doing you a favor, he’s actually very thoughtful behind the scenes just like channie. he tries to prep himself in private and does a lot of research on how to do it safely and properly for the first time. partially to make things easier for you, and partially so he can blow u away w how much of a “natural” he is heh…despite what he leads you to believe, he really wants to please you, too, even if he’s very adamant abt being pampered. he absolutely 1000% sucks your strap before you fuck him. even if he’s never done it before, he treats it like a must, and the way he works his mouth would make you believe he’d been doing it his entire life. he wants to show you what he can do for you too, kinda like he’s reminding you of why he deserves to be fucked so well in the first place~ given how experimental he is, you’ve probably already tried fingering w him before so it’s not smth entirely new to him, but the complete fullness he feels once you inch your strap all the way in is like nothing he could’ve ever prepared himself for. he gets obsessed w it instantly, both the pleasure that’s so intense in an entirely different way, and the whole new lvl of intimacy it brings to your dynamic

he tries to keep quiet at first, just letting out cute little grunts and hitched breaths as he gets used to the stretch. but the moment you start to consistently bottom out inside him, you’re in for the prettiest, most angelic sighs n moans you've ever heard from him. he might wanna start out in missionary bc he likes the eye contact and he feels more comfy being able to see you…he will be looking directly into ur soul w the most intense, sultry gaze that shows how much he really trusts you, it’s very hot in its own way hehe. that, coupled w the way his thick thighs wrap around you to urge you in deeper, tell you everything you need to know abt how much he loves it, even if he refuses to admit it outright. the faces he makes and the sight of him rocking his hips to match your movements are mind-numbing…he’s a dancer after all, he’s got very good muscle control and knows exactly how to move when he really wants to put on a show <3 as the pleasure picks up though, he gets a lil too drunk on it and becomes needier n needier, you can tell his composure is slipping as he starts to shake more w each thrust. he’s so focused on feeling good that he forgets abt his pride and starts whining for more, for you to go deeper, harder, faster. that’s how you end up in doggy style w him grinding himself down on your strap to meet each rock of your hips, grateful that he can whimper and drool into the pillows instead of letting his cries ring out in full volume. he’s usually pretty good at holding his noises back if he really wants to, but when you’re filling him to the brim over and over like that, there’s no chance for him to keep quiet. he’d love it if you squeezed n kneaded his thighs until deep imprints were left behind for days afterwards. and if you reach out to play w his nipples from behind or hook your fingers into his mouth, pulling his head back and making him salivate all over them as you repeatedly hit his prostate just right, he may just cum on the spot

binnie - w binnie, i can see it going either way when it comes to who suggests it first! he can be a lil clueless and detached from the world sometimes so he may not even really know what pegging is until u explain it to him. the way his face would change as you go into detail would be so adorable, he’s all nervous nose scrunches and awkward squirming. you can physically see how excited the idea gets him, and he’s down for it almost immediately. he’s honestly pretty flattered that you want him that way hehehe typical binnie, it fuels his lil leo heart like nothing else even if he’s a bit embarrassed over the idea of being in such a vulnerable position in front of you. he’d definitely end up looking up things like “how to look cool and sexy but also cute while getting pegged” as his version of preparation lol. if he’s the one to ask you for it, he’s so so endearing abt it. strangely quiet and timid, ducking his head, shuffling his feet as he struggles to mumble out the question…he’s literally one step away from sinking to the floor and covering his face once he manages to stammer the words. he gives you the most irresistible pout when you tease him for it, if you rest your hands on his hips n tell him how pretty he’s gonna look filled up w you, he will melt instantly. literally weak in the knees over just the thought of it, suddenly he's ready for you to take him right then n there hehe. lots of dramatic whines and swatting shyly at your shoulder through the entire process, bc even if he thrives off your attention, he’s still a teensy bit of a tsundere when he gets so much of it <3

his anticipation is obvious w the way he’s watching everything you do w wide, starry eyes and wiggling around constantly in the sheets. but even so, he tries to put on a brave front bc he wants to impress you, show you how good of a boy he can be for you! when you first push into him you’d get a lot of nervous babbling though 😭 he goes from “don’t hold back, i can take it” to “ah wait wait wait it’s big, slow down” to “it actually d-doesn’t feel that—moans” to “faster please, harder please, deeper please” he gets so talkative and vocal over every little move you make like he’s narrating his thoughts, it’s so cute. esp when you thrust into him extra good and suddenly he shuts all his rambling up w a sharp, high-pitched moan. he is so ridiculously whiny too, esp if you start to make playful comments here n there abt how he’s being such a good boy, taking you so well, moving his hips so well, like his body was made to be fucked like this <3 it simultaneously makes him glow w pride and flusters him out of his mind bc he isn’t sure it’s normal how turned on the thought of being your pretty lil doll makes him (it might be too much for him during ur first time but if you eventually added breeding into the mix he’d lose it mind). like channie, he’s extra starved for your praise when you peg him, so showering him w compliments is a must!! even if they make him pout for you to stop embarrassing him, he isn’t very good at hiding how much he basks in it. drag your hands all over his body and fawn over how strong n beautiful it is, call him your pretty boy as you pull him closer by his hips to reach deeper inside him, murmur how irresistible he is right before you sink your teeth into his broad shoulders ❤️‍🔥 he will literally be making the filthiest, most shameless, wanton sounds you can imagine, and hearing them only turns him on even more. i think binnie definitely has a thing for listening to his own moans when he’s really far gone hehe it makes him feel so slutty in the best way…his voice gets so sweet and cute when you’re making him feels worlds of pleasure he’s never felt before, who could blame him for loving the sound of it, really. also…cup his chest as you get rougher w your thrusts and he’s a complete goner. esp if you squeeze his pecs together and tease him for how they’re so big that you have to hold them down bc they keep bouncing hehe. all it would take is leaning down to suck on his nipples and he’s cumming untouched

hyunjin - he is most definitely thinking abt it from the moment you two get together. it’s smth he wants so bad but if he had to say it out loud he may actually just die of sheer embarrassment, so he keeps it to himself no matter how much he craves it. the question of if you’ll ever bring it up w him is constantly on his mind, bc even if you’re in a d/s relationship, he isn’t sure if you’d be into that aspect of it n he’s worried you’ll think he’s weird for wanting it…hyune’s another shy one who can have a hard time voicing his desires outside of the bedroom ㅠㅠ i think the only surefire way you could really draw it out of him is in the middle of a scene or right after one, where his emotions are still running high and he’s completely controlled by his desire without any of his usual inhibitions, that’s where he tends to say things that he’d be too hesitant to say otherwise, then blush over it later. he might get too lost in the adrenaline rushing through his veins and starts moaning abt how he wants you inside him, to fuck him until he can’t remember his own name, to make him yours in every possible way. it’s very intense and sensual, and at first you wonder if he’s just saying these things in the heat of the moment. but when you ask him abt it afterwards, he suddenly gets so quiet and shy, burying his red face into your neck n mumbling that he can’t believe he said those things out loud </3 and his reaction is all the confirmation you need to know he meant every word~

hyune’s neediness will be battling it out w his awkwardness the entire time you’re prepping him. poor baby is very self critical and can’t stop thinking abt all the things that could go wrong—if you won’t enjoy it, if he’ll look weird, if his size will make it a lil awkward to navigate…you’d need to be very observant of him n pay close attention to his expressions to make sure he’s fully relaxed bc his emotions show all over his face! once your fingers slip inside of him though, he starts to let loose, you can tell by the way his voice rings out loud and clear, suddenly not having any care in the world other than how it feels to be stretched out by you. seeing him slip into that headspace that’s so vulnerable yet so passionate is always smth to marvel at ❤️‍🔥it’s no secret that jinnie is very good w his hips and he makes perfect use of that talent in this situation. he’ll end up grinding down desperately against your palm without even realizing it, rolling his entire body and begging for your strap before you’ve even had the chance to add a third finger n fully open him up. just like chan, his reservations go out the window the moment you actually push the toy inside of him. he makes the most insane facial expressions, eyes rolling back, plump lips swelling and coated w drool from how much he bites down on them, thick brows scrunching together…when his sleepy eyes are blown wide w lust it makes for the most gorgeous sight <3 and if that isn’t enough to tell you how good he’s feeling, he is also extremely vocal too. lots of needy whimpers and groans that are so stretched out you’d think he was exaggerating them. even if he’s bigger than you, he’ll let you toss him around like he’s completely weightless into any position you want, he’s like putty in ur hands. he’d go crazy if you pulled his legs up on your shoulders (speaking of…catboy anon once had the idea of hyune spraying perfume on his ankles so you can smell it when they’re up by ur head and…he absolutely would 😵‍💫 he’s so thoughtful n romantic even when youre putting him through the mattress) if you snaked your hand up his body while taking him from behind and wrapped your fingers around his throat, he would fall apart in a matter of seconds. especially if you pulled him back against your chest by his hair or throat and held him there

jisung - han jisung has been waiting for this moment his entire life 🙏 from the beginning he hardly makes it a secret how desperately he wants you to peg him, he’s probably the one who asks for it first! even if you also have it in mind, he’s so eager that he doesn’t even give you the chance to pose the question, he’s one step ahead of you. long before you two ever discuss the idea, he’s already become very familiar w fingering himself and using all kinds of toys on himself…baby’s got bad hehe. he might even already have a strap prepared bc he’s hopeful that one day he’ll get to try it w you…n he’s definitely gotten off to the thought of it countless times 😽 he’s honestly a lil shameless once he learns that you’re just as down as he is, but his reaction is so endearing. he goes from stuttering out the question through breathy, awkward chuckles, to perking up like an excited puppy when you respond positively. his eyes practically gleam and he breaks out into the widest, sunniest smile repeating “really? really really? like, seriously? you’re not making fun of me, right? i’ll get really sad if you’re just teasing”…w his big doe eyes n hopeful face, who wouldn’t give him anything his lil heart desires

he’s ready to go right away, you may actually have to stop him from running to go retrieve his strap and bring it to you right then and there 😭 he’s so grateful and so enthusiastic, neither of you really anticipates the sudden bout of shyness that inevitably hits him once you actually start to lead up into the pegging. he’s fingered himself plenty of times before, and that knowledge makes for the perfect opportunity for you to tease him a lil, telling him to finger himself open in front of you so you can see how he likes it slide into him w ease~ he whines like crazy but still does his best to obey…lying down n spreading his legs for you, unable to mask the neediest whimpers that build in his throat the more he pushes into himself, wishing it was you instead. though his face is burning w embarrassment, he also sees it as a good opportunity to appeal to you, too. he tries to show you a preview of how pretty he’ll look once you finally fuck him, playing out his moans and facial expressions to rile you up. eventually, though, his patience wears thin and he just starts begging for you to take over ): after all, poor hannie has done this alone far too many times, he needs you. he’s so ridiculously squirmy once you finally ease into him, to the point where you might have to hold him down or restrain him somehow so you can fuck him properly. it’s difficult for him to sit still no matter how hard he tries, he’s just so full of energy and reactive to every lil bit of stimulation, keening desperately when you pull out of him and gasping dramatically when you thrust back in all at once. he’s never felt this full in his life and he feels like he could sob from relief finally getting to experience it. he wants to try everything—one minute he wants you to take him softly n sensually, the next he wants you pounding into him. he’d keep begging for smth new every few minutes bc he’s so eager he’s just aching to try it all, like he might not get the chance to again. that goes for positions too; missionary, mating press, doggy, full nelson, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, etc. he esp loves riding you bc he feels like he’s putting on a show for you! he gets to bask in all your attention and praises as he bounces on your strap, not bothering to hold back his whines and moans in the slightest bc he knows how much you love them <3 if you could manage to hold him up against a wall and fuck him like that w his legs hooked around your waist, he would absolutely lose his mind, he likes being manhandled a lil bit too. he wants you to just completely wreck him in every way possible, to the point where he’s covered w hickeys and bite marks and can barely walk afterwards. he will most definitely try to subtly brag abt it to the other boys abt it the next day, complaining abt how sore he is and letting out cute, exaggerated noises of discomfort when he sits down or exerts himself too hard…he’s a lil proud of it hehe but if anyone actually points it out he’ll turn beet red and curl into himself, trying not to get turned on all over again from the mere memory of what you did to him

felix - curious kitty #2! in lix’s case, it’s not really a matter of if, but when. pegging is smth he’s always wanted to try out given how eager he is to explore every kink under the sun w you, to him it’s more a matter of whether or not you would be willing to. you both fall into the roles so naturally in a way he's longed for his entire life, and once that trust is established n fostered between the two of you, he’s more than ready to give you his all knowing that he’ll be safe n accepted w you <3 even if he's a lil reserved n awkward abt it, he really makes it no secret what he wants, and he has the added privilege of looking so unfairly innocuous even when asking you to do the wildest things to him…you never quite know what to expect from him next. he’s definitely experimented w fingering himself in the past, but bc his fingers are so small a lot of the time it’s difficult for him to hit the right angles or satisfy himself properly, so he just ends up even more frustrated and needy, wishing you were the one fucking him instead ):

lixie’s a very thoughtful boy just like chan and lino, he wants to make things go as smoothly as possible to show you how grateful he is that you would do this for him! but he ends up being pretty reliant on you through the whole process, he can’t help but look to you for guidance on every little thing so his tendency to overthink means you might have to coddle him a lil more than usual ㅠㅠ he’s so sweet and obedient though, literally the good boy of your dreams following each gentle command you give him w a giddy smile. like minho, he’d absolutely love to suck your strap beforehand, both as a way to get it nice n wet and to turn you on…do not fall for those big, angelic eyes looking up at you as he takes the toy as far down his throat as he can…he knows exactly what he’s doing ❤️‍🔥 it also eases his mind a bit to be able to do smth for you, he gets so into it he almost forgets what’s to come and would gladly keep going until his voice is hoarse. once you first enter him (w plenty of lube…i think lix would need it hehe) he’d also love to just stay that way for a bit and “cockwarm” you…he gets a lil sappy abt it and just wants to be in your lap, face to face w you nestled inside him as he adjusts to the stretch. w lots n lots of kissing!! eventually though he starts to get a lil squirmy, letting out soft lil grunts, and you can feel him growing harder where his cock is wedged between the two of you. so you grab hold of his waist and encourage him to start riding you <3 lix would be another one who loves positions where he can feel small, even if he’s bigger than you! he’d feel so safe and secure nuzzling into your neck as he bounces on your lap, and being held down w his legs over his head in a mating press would make his brain melt into mush. i think his favorite would definitely be full nelson though hehe…smth abt how helpless and exposed he is in that position turns him on to an insane degree. he’d also definitely find a way to hold your hands in whichever position you take <3 the noises he makes start out very low and husky w your careful thrusts, but the more you pick up the pace the higher and louder his voice gets. he sounds so sweet and angelic, the moment you first hit his prostate he makes a sound that you have trouble even believing came from him bc of how squeaky it comes out, like a cute lil shout. if you had him in missionary, his legs would be wrapped tight around you the entire time, making it a lil more difficult to move bc he’s got some strong thighs but the gesture is so cute u dont mind. it also makes for the perfect opportunity to tease him that he must want you to finish inside him n fill him up…you can physically see the effect those words have on him. his eyes go so wide and his whole body shudders, and just like that he’s climaxing <3 a few days later you’ve got lixie looking innocent as ever, beaming at you as he presents you w the new ejaculating strap he got to make it a reality hehe

seungmin - minnie is shy!! not necessarily in the giggly, blushy, stuttery way like chan. seungmin is more modest, reserved, and quiet—a lil awkward abt it. out of all the boys, i think he would be the least inclined to try pegging, and he definitely isn’t the one to bring it up, so that’s all in your hands. when you suggest incorporating it into your dynamic, at first he’d probably be pretty unwilling to explore it and just flat out says no bc he just doesn’t think he could feel fully comfortable w smth like that. but, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend a lot of time mulling it over in private, even after he’s initially rejected the idea. his lil analytical virgo brain starts to think abt why you’d be interested in pegging in the first place, the new kinds of pleasure it would bring you both, the intimacy of an act like that, and how it might bring you and him closer together to experience. do not be fooled by his composure, kim seungmin is a sentimental softie who is very in touch w his emotions!! his desire to connect w you however he can extends to all facets of your relationship, and as daunting as the vulnerability of subbing can be for him sometimes, that vulnerability is the exact same reason why he values it so much. so, eventually, he decides that the same can be applied to bottoming for the first time and he changes his own mind hehe

he wants to be good for you. he’s so disciplined and obedient, he takes it very seriously and is genuinely a perfect sub (when he wants to be lol, sometimes he’s difficult on purpose) but when trying smth so out of his wheelhouse for the first time, he has some trouble shaking the awkwardness which makes him a lil stiff, a bit less pliant than usual. poor seungmo can’t help but be hyperaware of every sound he lets slip out, every expression he makes, every embarrassing, involuntary reaction his body has to your minstrations. so you can imagine how all of that would be turned up to a 100 when it comes to pegging bc all the focus is on him and his pleasure. he isn’t used to having that degree of attention on his body, esp not…those parts of his body. he’s even shyer than you’re used to during foreplay, just letting a few sighs and grunts slip and looking away timidly when you stare at him for too long. you’d have to be extra observant of his reactions and facial expressions to see what he likes the most, bc he has a tendency to suppress himself. one thing he does make sure to do though is periodically let you know that he’s still okay, through a quick lil nod or hand squeeze. he’d prefer to start out w him lying on his tummy, not facing you. it spares him the embarrassment of you seeing his features twist in pleasure, and he can also push his face into the pillows to mask all his noises. he might wanna wear a big hoodie or sweater to cover up his body too. i think he’d spend extra time adjusting in comparison to the other boys, partially bc he’s nervous n partially bc he wants to bask in the moment a bit. kinda like lix, he really values the closeness of just being connected like that and stays unmoving w you inside him for a while <3 he starts off swallowing down his noises so they only come out as cute, hushed lil whimpers, but as you start to ease in and out of him, even he can’t hold back as much as he wants to. it feels so strange but so relieving, almost like you’re fulfilling a desire he hadn’t even known was there until now. he mostly lets out gentle exhales and mewls, and when you hit his sweet spot for the first time, a full on gasp, which is pretty dramatic for seungmin hehe. even if you can’t see his expressions, you can see his fingers digging into the sheets and his muscles clenching with effort and his hips starting to rock into the mattress. if you leaned down to press kisses down his spine, he would shudder so beautifully n let out the sweetest moan for you. when he’s far gone enough to give in completely to the pleasure, he goes limp beneath you and allows you to flip him over so you can finally get a look at his pretty blissed out face. and when you do, he looks up at you w the most adoring lovestruck puppy gaze like you put the stars in the sky, just pure hearts floating in his big brown eyes that immediately lets you know he’s way more into this than either of you thought he’d be 🥰

jeongin - like binnie, i think there’s a good chance he might be kinda clueless as to what pegging even really is, so he wouldn’t be the one to suggest it first or even consider it an option. when you first introduce the idea to him, poor innie sputters smth like “eh? that’s a thing????” and you can practically see a whole new world of possibilities opening up in his wide, sparkly eyes. it makes his heart race a bit if he’s being honest, but he also feels a lil unsure abt it bc he’s never even really thought abt having anything…go inside of him…just imagining it gets him all squirmy, red in the face, n playing nervously w his ears. he’d probably call you a perv at first for even wanting smth like that and acts like he isn’t interested in trying it…however…just like seungmin, do not be fooled!! he spends the next several days thinking abt it, maybe a lil too often. in innie’s case he keeps going back to it partially out of curiosity, and partially bc he is very much a pleaser who craves your approval deep down, almost to the same degree as chan and jisung. he just doesn’t want you to know that hehe…unfortunately for him it’s kinda obvious in the way he brings it up many times afterwards, mostly through asking questions that he thinks are casual like “so…*clears throat* how big would it even be?” or “is it really supposed to feel that good?” or even nagging you like “seriously, why’d you have to say smth so weird? now i can’t stop thinking abt it” w lots of awkward giggles to make it seem like a joke but when he’s constantly making lil comments abt it unprovoked you quickly start to catch on hehe…he looks so genuinely hopeful and curious without even realizing, you can’t help but tease him a bit for how transparent he is

i think innie really wants to impress you! as you’re leading into the pegging he’s extra nervous and kinda out of his element, bc he feels like he can’t really do anything to appeal to you like usual…he sometimes tends to lean into the role of a service sub bc he feeds off your praises like nothing else. he loves when you teach him how to please you properly, even more so when he does it right and earns a proud reaction from you, a moan or a headpat and a "good boy". but when he’s the one getting all the pleasure…well, as much as he craves being the center of your attention, he inevitably gets a bit bashful. he will be hiding his face a lot, covering his eyes w his fingers or clamping his hand over his mouth trying to stifle himself bc the sounds that are leaving his lips are embarrassingly loud. like channie, he'd need a lot of praise and reassurance through it all! he can't even try to pretend like he's confident or knows what he's doing, and the entire time he's watching you w the widest, most fascinated gaze that gives away how much he really depends on you to guide him through it. he giggles so much, both out of shyness and in an attempt to ease his nerves. he can barely get a sentence out without tripping over his words or letting out breathy lil chuckles, and you have to periodically remind him to loosen up a bit as you're fingering him open bc he stiffens every time a jolt of pleasure passes through him. it’s all so unfamiliar but so good, he feels like he has no control over his body anymore, and that only amplifies once you actually slide your strap inside. he is gasping and writhing and letting out the most shameless moans he's ever heard in his life, but as much as it makes his face burn red, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself no matter how hard he tried. the best way to get him to relax and completely melt into it is to whisper sweet words to him through it all, tell him how pretty he looks and sounds when he’s feeling good, how well he's taking every inch of you even when he’s so tight, how he's such a good boy and a fast learner <3 jeongin quickly learns that the praises you give him simply for getting fucked into a cute moaning mess make his brain short circuit like nothing else, he could get addicted to it. i think he’s one of the most likely to go a lil dumb from it hehe…he leans a lot more into the guilty pleasure side of him that’s used to being pampered n doted on~

#ask #💌#💌 skz #im so glad u like it here also!! welcome to ur switch arc 😼#joking hehe

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loveshotzz · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eddie hooks you up with an eighth after showing up to his place strapped for cash.

Warnings: Just horny for Eddie to play with some tiddies. Virgin Eddie, slight perv! Eddie. Corruption kink if you squint. 18 plus No Minors!

Author’s Note: I dedicate this to my sweet gorgeous wife @myobmaya for helping me create this story with our many late night whoring sessions about Eddie. I love you bb 💖

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Eddie’s eyes are trained on your tongue as it slides over the adhesive seal of the rolling paper. The way you were looking up at him through your lashes while you did it felt intentional, feeling it in the way his jeans tightened.

Adjusting himself subtly in his seat on the couch, it didn’t help the fact the you happened to be on your knees in front of him. Leaning over the table slightly not to spill any weed on the floor giving him the perfect view down your tank top. It had been a particularly hot summer day, causing there to be a light sheen of sweat on your skin from your walk over here. He watched a drop slowly slide down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your cleavage and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

“Thanks again Eddie, I really owe you one for this.” Your sweet voice breaks his focus, brown eyes meeting yours trying to comprehend the words that just left your mouth.

The knowing smirk tugging at your lips makes his face heat up, scarlet spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He’d been caught.

“Quit being a perv Munson.” You tease, you’d be lying if his wandering eyes didn’t go straight to your ego. Eddie was cute. A flustered Eddie was even cuter.

“Sorry! They’re just kind of out right now.” He tries to reason with you but even he knows that’s not a real excuse. Rubbing his hand down his face he tries to shake the image of what he thinks your tits look like out of his head.

“What exactly is out right now? Care to elaborate?” Cocking your eyebrow you play dumb, twirling the joint in between your fingers as you light it.

Eddie’s eyes widen not expecting you to put him on the spot like this. Leaning forward he starts rubbing the tops of his thighs nervously. He can feel his palms getting sweaty through the holes in his jeans.

“Come on, really? You’re gonna make me say it?”

Taking a hit from the joint you let the smoke fill your lungs, leaning your head back slightly your eyes catch the bulge in his pants he’s trying to hide.

“I don’t know what I’m making you say Eddie.”

Getting up from your place on the floor you walk around the coffee table taking another long drag. Eddie’s eyes are everywhere as he takes your curves in, approaching him like an animal stalking it’s prey. Eddie just happened to be very willing prey.

Standing between his spread out legs you lean forward one hand pressed to the couch cushion beside his head. Your other holds out the joint for him to take. From this angle everything he was doing his best not to look at was right in his face.

Gulping loudly Eddie tries his best to keep his eyes connected to yours but when he looks over to grab the joint he just can’t help himself.

“Are you talking about these Eddie?” Your eyes shoot down to the tops of your breasts and then back up to his eyes, his hyper focused stare never meets your gaze. The joint in his hand collecting ash threatening to fall onto the couch.

When his knee starts bouncing nervously you decide to give him a break, smirking you pull yourself out of space his shoulders visibly slump relieved.

“Jesus Eddie, it’s like you’ve never seen a woman’s tits before.” Snatching the joint from his hand you ash it for him before taking another long drag looking at him with curious eyes.

His face somehow turns an even deeper shade of red and his chocolate orbs still won’t meet yours as they search for anything else in the room. The realization that Eddie “The Freak” Munson might be a virgin baffles you.

The handcuffs in his room, the confident demeanor mixed with being a slight asshole to every one, on top of the fact he could play guitar. Getting laid shouldn’t be a problem for someone like him, at least that’s what you had assumed.

“Look, it’s not like women are exactly lining up at my trailer door sweetheart.” He finally gives when he looks up at you.

A part of you feels bad for taunting him, but an even bigger part was turned on by the aspect of how worked up you must be getting him with all of your teasing. The small crush you harbored mixed with the way his eyes couldn’t stay off your body made you feel bold. Besides he was giving you free weed and smoking you up, it’s the least you could do.

Before you can overthink it to much, sticking the joint back into your mouth you use your hands as leverage on the denim of his shoulders, straddling his lap. The feeling of his painfully hard erection is clear as day under the soft fabric of your biker shorts. Your own arousal starting to collect in your panties, it takes everything in you not to grind your hips against him.

“Holy shit I-“ Eddie’s eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets, hands twitching at his sides unsure if he should touch you or not.

“Well, you scratch my back.” His stare is disbelieving as he watches you pull the half way smoked joint from your lips and place it between his. “I’ll scratch yours.”

Eddie takes a drag as you watch the gears in his head start to turn as you slowly push the straps of your tank top down.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, it’s just an eighth you buy from me all the time.” It almost makes you laugh how much of a gentleman he’s still trying to be when the erection pressed against your swollen clit seems to get even harder.

“I know I don’t have to Eddie, I want to.” Smirking you start to pull your top down revealing the lace underneath.

“Jesus H Christ.” he gasps joint dangling loose from his mouth.

Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth you can’t help the way your own face heats up at the hunger that’s dancing around his brown eyes devouring the newly exposed skin.

You can feel the heat of his calloused hands tentatively rest on the tops of your thighs. Scared if he really touches you, you’ll change your mind. Taking the joint thats dangerously close from falling out of his mouth, twisting slightly you lean your body back to reach the ashtray, the new angle pushes him in between your folds the sensation making you gasp. His cock twitching in response underneath you.

“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” He groans throwing his head back, eyes closed with his brows knitted tightly together. The sight of him so fucked out already makes you clench at nothing. “If you’re trying to get free weed for life, it’s fucking yours.”

The laugh that bubbles up from your chest sounds almost evil. You were enjoying this way too much. Reaching behind, your fingers start to working the clasps of your bra. Eddie catches the light noise of your actions and his eyes are back on you. His fingers on your thighs start to dig themselves into the soft meat of them, watching you slowly slip the last bit of fabric away from his view.

Eddie has to actively remember how to breathe when you’re fully exposed to him. Somehow you’re even more gorgeous then whatever late night fantasies of you he’d indulge himself in. Your tits were better then the ones in the magazines he jacked himself off to, even better then the ones in the pornos. They were real and right in from of him and god did he hope you’d let him touch them. He could feel the zipper start to press into the sensitive head of his cock, his fingers digging themselves even deeper into your thighs, nails biting into your skin.

“Still with me?” Placing your hands on top of his, you try to get his attention. His fingers flex relaxing slightly at the sound of your voice, and you can tell he has to try and tear his eyes away from your chest. They are unrecognizable when they meet yours, almost like his pupils had taken over any trace of brown. There’s no control when your hips roll against his, the intensity in his stare making you need friction.

“Fuck me.” Eddie’s voice comes out low with a loud breath exhaling through his nose.

Fingers wrapping around his, you tug at his tight grip. Letting go he lets your hands guide his to your chest, disbelief written all over his face.

“Do you want to touch them Eddie?” Your question makes his eyes roll in the back of his head, a low groan leaving his throat.

“Jesus, you think you have to ask sweetheart?”

Leaning forward keeping his wrists in a tight hold away from where he wants them. You get close enough for your lips to brush against the shell of his ear. Lingering you let your breath tickle against him, enjoying the way he shudders against you.

“No, I just wanted to hear you say it.” He can hear the smirk in your voice before your lips wrap tightly around his earlobe sucking gently. At the same time you press his big hands to your chest, nipples perking up instantly against his palm.

“Holy fucking shit, Jesus fucking Christ ” The intensity of it all almost becomes too much for Eddie, worried if you move even slightly he’ll cum.

Eddie takes a minute to gain his composure, now convinced you were a succubus here to take his soul. He would gladly give it to you, that and all the weed in his trailer if that’s what you were after.

With your hands returning to their place on his shoulders. Eddie squeezes the plush softness of your breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his hand. Fingers spread out, gripping and cupping, pushing them together and pulling them apart. He was like a kid playing with a new toy.

Curiously he pinches one of your hard nipples between is finger tips, the sensation making you whimper and grind against him.

“Eddie-shit.” You close your eyes when he does it again, letting yourself continue to find the friction you desperately need against your clit. You can feel Eddie press his hips up helping you feel all of him, his big doe eyes watching you fall apart under his touch. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence grow in his chest, you liked what he was doing.

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie does it to both nipples at the same time, making you close your eyes taking your bottom lip between your teeth. All you do is nod unable to find your voice.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He says it in a way like he’s talking to himself.

He pushes them up from the bottom before smashing them back together, your hard nipples almost touching. His face gets close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin, when you look down his eyes are staring up at you, and you already know what he wants to do.

“You can suck them if you want baby.” The pet name leaves your mouth far too easily. You don’t even know if he catches it, his mouth warm and ready capturing one of your pert nipples as soon as you give permission.

Sucking hard he roughly jiggles the one that’s not occupied by his mouth, completely losing himself in them. When his tongue swirls around your areola you don’t know who’s eyes roll harder in the back of their heads.

“Jesus, Eddie you sure you’ve never done this before?” You gasp when his teeth gently tug.

Humming Eddie just shakes his head refusing to break his mouth away from you. You can feel the delicate skin start to bruise under his busy mouth as he starts working on the other one.

Abandoning all self control you start grinding down on him with no shame, your arousal becoming too much to handle. Closing your eyes, he brings your breasts back together his tongue darting from one nipple to the other. Trails of salvia coating them, Eddie doesn’t think he could ever get enough of this as he starts bucking up meeting your thrusts. He can feel your pussy lips wrapped around his length through his denim and he thinks he might lose his mind.

The sound of his ringed fingers harsh smack to the side of your boob makes your eyes snap open. The sting adding more to the pool of slick in your underwear. Eddie’s looking at you through half lidded eyes, his hormones completely taking over. Maintaining eye contact with him you grind down on his erection painfully slow with all of your weight.

Arching an eyebrow, the confident boy you know comes out at your reaction. Slapping them again with more force and you can’t hold back anymore feeling yourself close to getting off on his hard on. His eyes watch amazed as your stretch marks dance across your skin with each slap.

“I want to fucking live in there.” He groans pushing them together one more time, as his face inches closer. You brace yourself for the onslaught of his tongue again.

When it never comes you look down confusion written all over you features. Before words can even leave your mouth he shoves his face completely between them. Moaning loudly at contact pushing himself even further into the folds of your breasts, his nose brushing against your sternum as he rubs his face all over the softness of your skin. His big fingers grip them tight against his face not worried about the lack of oxygen. Inhaling deeply, the scent of your sweat mixed with your arousal soaking through your shorts is so sweet he knows he’s close to cumming.

The animalistic noises that start coming from buried between your breasts makes your wetness pool so much that each movement of your hips feels like your gliding. Watching Eddie completely lose himself in your body was now your number one kink, silently refusing for this to be your last time watching him fall apart underneath you.

Leaving his shoulder one of your hands tangles themselves into his messy waves, you knew he wasn’t going to hear a word you said to him right now. Yanking back with enough force not to hurt him, his head peels from your chest with a loud pop of his lips. Mouth slightly open his full lips are swollen and pink, a light sheen of his own spit coating them. With lids half closed he looked drunk. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly get any wetter.

“I wanna kiss you when I cum.” You pant, your hips bringing you closer to the brink. The blissed out look on his face almost enough to send you over the edge right now.

Eddie moans loudly when your lips meet his with force, your tongue slipping into his open mouth. He tasted like weed and your strawberry body lotion making your brain hazy, your want becoming all consuming like his.

When his tongue meets yours it’s your turn to lose control, untangling your fingers from his hair you push him back against the couch scooting yourself up on his lap. His hands find their way back to your chest, fingers greedy for more. The new angle mixed with his rough touches send you straight to your high, your body shuddering against him as it crashes through you. Fingers digging into his battle vest, moaning his name into his mouth.

“fuck, fuck, fuuuuck” Breaking from your mouth Eddie’s shuddering beneath you, his firm grip on your tits becoming hard enough you know they’ll be hand shaped bruises in the morning. In this moment watching him cum completely at your mercy, you could care less. Touching your tits had made the mean and scary freak of Hawkins a whimpering mess underneath you.

When Eddie finally catches his breath, his chocolate eyes look like the ones you had grown so fond of again. His fingers start to relax but they still don’t leave their place.

“So, you literally never have to pay for weed again.” He finally gives, goofy grin that makes your heart flutter gracing his handsome features.

Throwing your head back your laugh echos through his trailer, the Judas Priest record that had been playing finally cutting off.

“I’m gonna hold you to that Munson.” You tease, looking down at him. Eddie looked like a man at complete ease, the first time you’d ever seen such a relaxed expression on his animated face.

“You can hold me anytime you want Princess, trust me.” His grin never leaving, his hands finally show you mercy landing back on your thighs.

Leaning forward with one hand cupping his cheek, your thumb drags across his plump bottom lip. Even after everything you can still hear his breath hitch under your touch.

“I know I can.” Cockiness drips from your words before claiming his swollen lips one more time.

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pastadoughie · 8 months

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Sorry to bother, but you telling people to kill themselves, regardless of who it's aimed at, can bring serious harm to people. Call me too sensitive, I know I am, but I went to your blog for safety and cute little cat drawings, not to see the words 'KILL YOURSELVES!!!' as if those words do not matter. It's not quirky. It's awful. I'm sorry, but please. This ask is based on your 'reminder' post. Please, just put a DNI, or a trigger tag. People look to your art for comfort, not to see extremely triggering stuff. I'm sorry.

yeah no i am not gonna back down on that. when i say i want transphobes to kill themselves i mean that with 100% sencerity, my life as well as many, many, many other peoples lives would be drastically improved if all transphobes decided to off themselves transphobes fundimentally want me, and all my close friends to eaither be dead or nonexistant (detransitioned) it is not an unfair stance, its treating them with the absolute lack of respect that they have 100% earned and deserve. also i cannot cultivate a space where the people i care about (me and my friends) can actually feel safe if i just roll over and be uwu uwu all the time. i am not an internet figure, i am a person who makes art and i will not censor my (fucking reasonable) opinions for anybody. also. part of being on the internet and being mature is being able to recognize that NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU. you NEED to be able to say "not a me problem" and MOVE ON. if someone says "i hope nazis kill themselfs" then i go "im not a nazi, this doesnt apply to me" and move on, (after i say "based" roughly 7 times) and. if that statement *DOES* apply to you then yes ! i am telling you to kill yourself and YES i do intend to be hurtful with that statement !

#the beast speaks #transphobia cw #tw transphobes

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sketchy-tour · 6 months

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I just wanted to quickly say thank you guys!! Like... LIKE REALLY!!! THANK YALL SO MUCH!!!! The amount of constant love I receive for my work has been overwhelmingly wonderful to experience. I don't even know how to put it all into words. BUT IM GONNA TRY!

FAIR WARNING! I'm about to be really really sappy under the cut. So feel free to ignore that if you wish. But I got a lot of emotions I'm about to try to say.

Hi hello and hi. Um. Well, it's hard to explain how much this has meant to me. How much your kind words have sent waves of joy through my heart. How much every like has made me smile. How every reblog has made me feel a rush of pride. Every person who spammed me with likes when finding my blog, every person who talks in the tags when reblogging me, every person who shows up constantly in my notifs, every mutual who interacts with me even in the smallest of ways, every other artist I interacted with who has been kind to me.

All of it. Every single notif has made me smile in some way and I cannot thank you enough. I was so genuinely shy about sharing Dandy with Tumblr because I began drawing Dandy at a very turbulent time of my life. My WH art and oc had become a place of comfort for my mind and I had wanted to interact with the community for a long while but I'm skittish by nature so it took a LOT of mental prep for me to start posting this stuff here.

And the fact I have so much positivity in my notifs! I really needed that. Truly, I did. I still don't see myself as a big artist by any means, but I know I'm so lucky to have the bit of engagement I do from yall!

I feel like I'm rambling. Needless to say...it means the absolute world to me that the art that brings me joy is given such love by yall. Even if hyperfixations change, even if time marches us all in different directions, I'm thankful to have this. Right now. When I needed it.

#welcome home #welcome home oc #welcome home puppet show #dandy leon #my art #probably gonna schedule this so I don't post it at some ungodly hour again #so if you see this I may be asleep!#me desperately trying not to overshare while also trying desperately to make it clear how warm all this is making my heart and why #but all of this. It means so much to me #so so much #I really expected more people telling me I'm weird. Idk why #I just...did. And I really haven't been treated as such #And it makes me emotional realizing I can be silly and loud about the art that makes me happy #I just want to be happy. I want to see others happy. I want to have fun and be silly and it feels so wonderful to do that #and see yall having fun and being excited with me #I love it #thank you #just thank you

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catfern · 1 year

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nsfw alphabet w abby

pairing: abby anderson x reader

music: change (in the house of flies) - deftones

word count: 2.8k

warnings: language, oral sex (r! receiving), masturbation, strap usage, knife kink (brief!), just general nsfw MINORS DNI! AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

an: so i rlly did leave omg. none of my stuff is showing up in tags :( oh well gonna keep posting anyway! love ya babes

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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

Abby is a caring person. Even though she loves to play rough, and pretty much absolutely wreck your body in the name of giving you (or herself) pleasure, she’s always checking on you afterwards, even if its just a quick ‘hey, how you holding up?’ before disappearing to do something. If she has more time, she’ll take the care to look you over, ‘assess the damage’, partially because she was worried she got too rough, mostly because she likes seeing the aftermath of what you let her do to you. If she degraded you during sex, she’ll make sure to tell you how wonderful you did, how good you were. She loves when, after a particularly loud night, she can watch you try and stumble your way to the bathroom, watching the aftermath of her. How much you struggle, she debates making you walk a flight of stairs, with your painful throbbing cunt and numb legs, just to watch what she really did to you. But no, Abby’s caring. She’ll take it as an excuse to swoop in and curl you in her arms, running you a bath and rubbing her hands up and down your calves.

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

abby is a titty girl. I’m making that into a sign. She loves the way your tits bounce when she’s fucking you with the strap, how they feel in the palm of her hand. Plus, they come with the little added side bonus of nipples that she can tease. If you’re out together, she’ll casually let a hand brush over it one too many times, while her arm is hanging on your shoulder, feeling you perk up underneath her fingers.

She’s a big fan of her thighs. I mean, she does put an INCREDIBLE amount of work into them, not particularly for sex but you know, it’s definitely motivational to see you straddle her thigh, desperate for friction and roping your legs around her, grinding into the tone of the muscle she spends hours working on. She likes to use them to tease you, brushing them in between your legs when she pins you on a wall, or hugs you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Watching you come is a special, special treat. Tasting you is even better. Feeling how wet you get just from something like a brush of her fingers, or a whisper in your ear, and then listening to you come and feeling it like velvet on her fingers is an obsession.

She also really likes it when she comes on you. Most of the time, she initiates when you eat her out, and it makes her feel incredibly more powerful and possessive to see your mouth covered in her cum on her command.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not really a secret, because she’s not interested in wasting time fucking around, but she loves watching you masturbate. It’s something she didn’t expect, but walking in on you once without you noticing did the trick. She’ll tease you, lead your hands down to your pussy while whispering into your ear.

Look at you, pretty girl. So desperate. Come on baby, show me how you like it.

Really? Come on, you can do better than that.

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

Abby isn’t that experienced in terms of how many people she’s fucked before you, but that doesn’t mean she’s lost. It didn’t take her long to figure you out, what you like, how you like to feel her, and she milks it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Abby is definitely all for doggy style. When she’s fucking you with the strap (which is her favourite way to fuck you, watching you melt around her), she’s naturally dominant, pressing you into the pillows, ass up, back arched, it gives her the best view, watching your hands helplessly reach at the sheets, moaning and drooling onto the pillow as she absolutely fucking destroys you. She fucks you at a visceral pace.

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

Abby is naturally dominant, she enjoys having control, especially over you, when you’re vulnerable and needy and wanting. She’s very serious about it, very meticulous and detailed about how exactly she unravels you, again and again, particularly on days when you need reminding who’s in charge.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I mean, it is the apocalypse. Grooming isn’t exactly a first priority, but her dad was a doctor, so hygiene is high up on her list, trimming back only the necessary. She takes the time occasionally, very occasionally, to look nice for you, clean up properly and give you easy access when she’s perched on the edge of the bed, pushing you down onto your knees and holding your head to her cunt.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Abby will be romantic if you want her to be, and on rough days when she needs to be with you, simply needs to touch you, she’ll run her hands gently over the sculpt of your hips and kiss you tenderly. Even in these moments though, she has her place and you have yours. A hand around the back of your neck, or tussled in your hair to hold you in place, her forearm gently pressing into your stomach to hold you down while she feels you. She can’t treat you right if you don’t do exactly what she wants.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Abby’s rarely away from you, and even when she is, she likes to wait. Release isn’t something she very often needs without you. Doesn’t mean she likes to watch you, desperate on your own fingers. Maybe you know she’s there, maybe not. Maybe she’ll run a hand up your neck, lips on your tits, another hand tracing the inside of your thigh. She’s nice when you touch yourself, she’s encouraging.

That’s it, baby.

Good girl. That feel good? That what you like?

She won’t ever let you finish though. That’s a privilege she reserves for herself.

Ah, not yet. Slow down, pretty girl. we’ve got all the time in the world.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Abby is definitely a bit of an exhibitionist. She’s cocky, a show off, and she knows you’re beautiful. She knows she’s not the only one who thinks about you. She’s not jealous though, she doesn’t mind a pair of wandering eyes, as long as those wandering eyes watch as she palms your tits, leaves her marks all over your body. As long as they see you unravelling on her fingers, and no one else’s. You’re hers.

KNIFE KINK!! General power play, with the woman who spends all her evenings in the gym fine-tuning her strength, but fuck, pinning you down with only a knife at your throat, the confident promise that no, babygirl, I won’t cut you, as she knicks your panties off with the very end of the blade. She’s simply too good at her job to fuck up with a knife.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Abby’s very public, as said before. She loves the idea of getting caught, of being watched. She enjoys a good alley, maybe the bathroom of the restaurant you’re in.

Sometimes though, she’s not a big fan of just how many people could watch. You are hers, after all, so she’ll pull you away to your place, lock the doors, fuck you in every room. She’ll tell you to be loud though, she wants people to hear.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

God, what doesn’t? Abby’s sex drive is HIGH, like higher than the hills high. Anywhere you are, she can just imagine fucking you there, having her way with you.

But she loves when you’re a tease. She enjoys the chase, she enjoys the smug look on your face when you think you’ve got her pinned down. Oh, baby. Things are only just going to get so much worse if you keep it up.

You wear that just for me, pretty girl? Yeah, you did.

You really had to act all bratty in front of my friends? No, no talking until we get home. I’ll deal with you then.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Abby isn’t big on giving up control, big surprise. She’s in charge, that’s a non-negotiable. You like it that she knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, so there’s no point being a brat about it. She knows every inch of you like the creases of her palms, so you pretending that you want control is just a waste of time.

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

GOD. Abby eats u out like she’s starved, like she’s been wandering in the desert and you’re the first bite of a melon at an oasis. Groaning, GROWLING, swearing into your cunt like a fucking animal, she loves the taste of you more than she actually likes food. She’s sloppy, but not messy. Grazing her teeth along your clit because she knows you’re sensitive, running her tongue along your slit with a precision pressure, she knows exactly how to get you to squirm.

Receiving is a completely different story. Abby isn’t quite a stone top, but she’s a lot more closed off when it comes to herself, so it’s not just something she throws around to any of her random fucks. That type of vulnerable position is something Abby longs for only occasionally, and only with someone that she trusts.

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

Abby is fast, and a bit of a show-off really. She loves overstimulating you, never letting up her pace whether she’s fucking you with the strap, her fingers, or pressing her tongue into your clit. It’s a show of power, how long she can go without slipping even the slightest. To be honest, it’s a bit of desperation. Her need to be inside you, to be tasting you. It drives her speed, her strength to a height and holds it there.

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

Abby’s philosophy is, wherever she can fuck you, she will fuck you. ‘If there’s a will there’s a way’ type of shit. So, of course, she loves hiking you up against a wall for a quick fuck while out for a drink, taking her frustration out on you in her short break between meetings or patrols, shoving her hands up your pretty new dress when no one is looking. She does like to take her time with you, but when you’re acting up while the two of you are out, five minutes is all she has to remind you of your place.

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

Abby Anderson likes what she likes, and there’s not much outside the limits. It’ll take a lot of convincing to get her to try something new, especially in the bedroom, and even when she does try something, don’t expect her to stick to it, unless she really really likes it. She’s willing to try a lot of stuff for you, but that doesn’t mean it won’t take some begging on your part to make it happen.

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

To be honest, Abby never lets it slip if she ever gets tired. If she does, she hides it incredibly well. She goes and goes and goes, usually her breaking point is when you’re nice and fucked out for her. Tears staining your cheeks, hands red from gripping the sheets or the headboard. She only really lets up when you’ve quieted down, your screams dropping to a tired squeak, your body flat and limp against the sheets. And still, she’s completely stoic, so you could look at her and assume she’d be ready to go for another round or two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ABBY AND HER STRAP! Besties for life fr. Bottoming out inside you is godly for her, even if you say you can’t take her that far. She likes to see you completely unravel as she goes and goes at top speed, railing into you until that’s the only thing you know. It’s her favourite way to have you, so it’s got a pretty clean spot in the top draw.

She’s also a really big fan of you sucking it off, whether she makes you or not. Hands in your hair, whispering as she looks down at you, spit gathering on your lips and stringing off the tip. Fuck.

Fuck, baby. Keep looking up at me like that and I’ll have to fuck that pretty little smile off your face. Is that what you want?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Abby is really straightforward, she’s not the tease in the relationship. When she wants something, she says it, or does it, very rarely asks. She loves when you tease her though, as much as she calls you a brat and gives you a hard time. She loves to teach you a lesson for flaunting yourself, wearing a pretty dress or having bad manners.

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

Abby is the opposite of loud. In fact, she shows more restraint with herself than she does when she’s got you under her. She only really grunts quietly out of effort as she slides in and out of you, or groans softly when she looks down and you’ve got that ethereal look, your tits bouncing with each thrust and eyes rolling back, your mouth hanging open, perfect for her own, or her fingers.

The only time she’s loud, like I said, is when she’s absolutely devouring your cunt. It makes her mad, all restraint flies out the window. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows what you’re up to when Abby’s head is between your legs.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Abby loves it when you pull her hair…

I mean, is it a wild card? I don’t know. Is it in character for her? I also don’t know.

But you know.. a lil tug here and there. It really gets her going. That’s all I’m gonna be saying.

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

BUFF! WOMEN! Her abs are rlly high up on my list of buff women abs I’d like to be riding.

She works HARD. For you, for her, and just for the ability to have a killer swing should she need to beat anyone up for you. Toned, muscled arms, with hard abs and a really defined chest. She has broad shoulders that are really good for holding onto when you’re riding her toned thighs, god. Thigh riding with Abby is heavenly, all the work she puts into leg day at the gym really makes sure it never misses when you’re desperately grinding your clit into her leg.

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

As said earlier, Abby’s sex drive is INSANE. Anything you do turns her on really, she’s usually ready to go whenever wherever. You’re hers, just the reminder makes her intent on having you wherever she can get you. She’ll respect boundaries, though, of course. She’s not unhinged totally unhinged, if you’re not into it that’s that. But if she goes too long without some sort of relief, it’ll come really close to her begging. She would never, but she’s thought about it a couple of times. Pleading with you to let her please you. She’s very desperate, but she’d never tell you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Abby’s not a sleeper, period. If you sleep, she’ll watch you, match your breathing, maybe doze off while holding you close, but if you’re up, she’ll gladly be up with you, talking or working or cleaning you up. If she really wants to sleep after, she’d have to get up and go through her whole night routine before settling. She’s a creature of habit, what can I say?

I’m not just talking skin care either. She’ll go to the gym, drink like two bottles of water, shower, watch an episode of a show and then watch tiktoks in bed before deciding to close her eyes. Many a time you’d roll over in bed and reach out for her, and she wouldn’t be there. Don’t take it personally though.

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instead of you [party twenty-eight] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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Jisung was waiting on the bed when you made it back to your room. He raised his eyebrows expectantly when you came into view.

“So where were you?” he asked.

All you’d responded to his text with was be right there, not giving him an answer of any sort. You had tried to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse for why you weren’t in the room yourself, but that had evidently backfired on you since you still had nothing. You’d tied your wet hair back in the hopes of making it look less obvious that you had just taken a shower since you were still wearing your dirty clothes, but that was honestly the least of your worries

“I was with Minho,” you answered, figuring a half-truth was better than a full lie.

“Doing what?”

“He felt bad for me, I guess. Didn’t want me to be alone so he invited me to hang out.”

Jisung seemed to buy it, but he still looked confused. “You know you didn’t have to say yes, right?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I know. I said yes because I wanted to. Your brothers can be fun to be around.”

“I guess,” he murmured.

“Not as fun as you, don’t worry,” you reassured him.

“I wasn’t worried!”

“Sure you weren’t.”

He brushes you off by shaking his head in denial before changing the subject. “Anyway, did you guys eat? Are you hungry?”

“I could eat.”

“I think there’s a place down the street that’s still open where we could go grab some soup, if you’re feeling up for it.”

“Sure, but didn’t you already eat with Felix?”

“Yeah, I was just gonna tag along so you could have some company.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.”

The streets were unsurprisingly empty. It was strange to see the wide sidewalks devoid of all of the foot traffic you had grown accustomed to in big cities like this. The restaurant Jisung had mentioned was a little hole-in-the-wall noodle shop squished in between department stores. A flickering neon sign hanging in the window above the door was the only indication that it was still open and you still hesitated before pushing open the door, just in case it was actually closed and they had forgotten to turn off the sign.

It was about as busy as you’d expected. There were couples and groups of friends scattered throughout the room, all grabbing a quick bite to eat at the only place whose kitchen was still open at the late hour.

Everyone else was dressed to go out and you were still wearing your stupid Han Family Vacation t-shirt. Jisung had put on a hoodie over his so at least you weren’t matching.

He helped you order from the English menu and then picked a booth for you both in the back of the restaurant.

“Thanks for this,” you sighed, holding up the receipt and gesturing to the place.

“Least I could do after ditching you.”

“You didn’t ditch me, Ji. I had to practically beg you to go to that thing with Felix.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”

“You’re so stubborn!” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Why do you think we’re best friends?”

“Because you didn’t know anybody when you started school and I was the first sorry sucker that you stumbled across.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Shut up.”

You tried to kick him underneath the table but he saw it coming and moved his leg before your foot could make contact.

“Nice try.”

A server delivered your soup shortly after the kicking incident and dropped off a plate of dumplings as well. You almost told them you didn’t order them, but Jisung simply thanked them and slid the plate over to his side of the table.

“I thought you already ate,” you mumbled in confusion.

“I did but that was hours ago,” he responded defensively. “And I know you hate eating alone.”

You smiled gratefully and leaned down to slurp up some of the broth from your miso soup. It burned your tongue a little, but you still managed to swallow it. Soup was best piping hot anyway- unless of course, it’s a fruit bisque or gazpacho, but that’s a different story.

When soup is hot, you can feel it warming you from the inside out. That’s why everyone eats it when it’s cold outside or when they’re sick with chills. At least, that’s what your mother always told you to get you to eat soup.

The miso soup wasn’t your mother’s chicken noodle that was actually from a can, but it still comforted you the same. Your cramps had already subsided from the medicine you took… and from the orgasm Minho had given you, but food also soothed the ache.

“Want a dumpling?” Jisung offered, holding one of the wontons out to you with his chopsticks.

You opened your mouth as an answer and he fed it to you, nearly dropping it into your soup in the process.

“Pretty good, right?” he asked.

“Very good,” you agreed.

Once you were both done you cleared your bowls and set them in the bin by the door, thanking the cashier again before letting yourselves out. You were in no rush to get back to the hotel, but you did have to get up early the next day to get everything on the itinerary done before your flight in the evening.

You took another shower when you made it back to your room, saving yourself the trouble of lying to Jisung again. You needed to get the fried food smell out of your hair anyway.

You crawled into bed after trading the shower with Jisung, willing yourself to fall asleep before he was done so that you wouldn’t have to lie awake next to him feeling guilty like you had the night prior.

It must have worked because the next time you opened your eyes it was light outside. It was your alarm, not the sunlight, that had woken you up though. You rolled over with a groan to shut it off, noticing you had a couple of texts from Minho. Jisung was waking up next to you so you ignored them, turning your phone face down on the bedside table just in case he looked over.

“Ready for another day of family fun?” he groaned.

“Always.”

You got ready together and packed the rest of your things in your suitcase. Since you were only in Beijing for a couple of days, you hadn’t really made the effort to unpack. Everything was easily stuffed back into your luggage in a matter of minutes. You helped Jisung with his while he brushed his teeth. He had always been slow to get ready.

Despite your best friend’s speed or lack thereof, you and Jisung were the first ones down in the lobby. The rest of his family members trickled in slowly. First Felix, then Minho, and finally his parents.

You checked your bags with a luggage storage facility a block or so from the hotel so that you could walk around the city without worrying about it. The service was actually quite cheap and came with an option to insure your items just in case anything were to happen to them. You didn’t have anything valuable in your belongings aside from your laptop, but even that wasn’t anything crazy expensive. You couldn’t say the same of the rest of the Hans. Minho’s backpack alone was some fancy brand you didn’t recognize. Dom paid the extra fee for the insurance and herded everyone outside so that you could make it to the Forbidden City before scrambling to the airport.

You’d think with how much traveling you’d been doing in the past month that you’d be used to the chaos of airport security and customs but somehow you were still caught off guard by the TSA agents randomly selecting you to be searched.

“Fucking again?” you muttered to yourself as they pulled you aside.

“You’re just lucky, babe,” Jisung said sweetly with a pat on your back.

This time, he waited for you while the rest of the Hans went ahead to the gate. It didn’t take as long since you were the only one from the group that was selected.

“They’re about to start boarding, c’mon,” he ushered you through the terminal as soon as you were released, leading you by the hand as you weaved through the crowds. The whole ordeal gave you a strange sense of deja vu.

His parents were waiting by the front desk at the gate. They explained that Felix and Minho had already boarded and that you and Jisung should go ahead and board too while they sorted something out.

“Do you think everything’s okay?” you asked as you scanned your boarding pass.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” he assured you, not sounding entirely confident in the matter.

“I can take the middle seat this time,” you offered, shimmying through the aisle so that you could walk and talk to Jisung at the same time.

“Are you sure? It’s a long flight.”

“I’m sure,” you insisted. “You’ve sat in the middle like every time so far.”

“That’s because I want you to be comfortable.”

“That’s very chivalrous of you.”

“I know, I’m a great boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes and let Jisung squeeze by to settle into the window seat before sliding in next to him. You made eye contact with Minho as you hovered in the aisle. He was a handful of rows back with Felix and some stranger. He raised two fingers to his eyebrow in a cocky little salute, making you roll your eyes yet again.

Minho’s pick for the family trip was Bali, Indonesia. Unfortunately, there was no direct flight to Bali from Beijing which meant that you’d have to make two connections before finally touching down on the island.

Jisung told you that he picked it because he was a sucker for nostalgia. Apparently, the three of them had visited together a few years ago during one of the tour legs for his backup dancing and had the best time. He had loved it so much that he’d wanted to go back ever since and bring their parents but was so busy that he never had the chance until now.

The seat next to you stayed empty until the very last minute, giving you the false hope that you’d score extra space. It was eventually filled by a girl who looked to be about your age, who greeted you and Jisung politely before sticking her AirPods in her ears and ignoring you entirely.

You could tell that your best friend was into her as soon as he laid eyes on her. She was exactly his type- thick, tall, and she wasn’t giving him an ounce of attention. She checked all of his boxes.

“Keep it in your pants,” you muttered, unsure of whether she could hear you and/or speak English. You didn’t care either way.

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” he shot back defensively.

“Yeah, well your eyes are about to pop out of your head. Dial it back.”

“Shhh!”

“Oh sorry, am I embarrassing you?”

“Yes, kind of.”

“Sucks.”

“You’re the worst wing-woman ever.”

You nudged him subtly with your shoulder. “I’m not a wing-woman, I’m your girlfriend.”

“I know, I know.”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“Yes, dear,” he sighed and laced his fingers with yours.

You leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe she could be our third.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“No!”

In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind having a threesome with a stranger, especially if they were as pretty as the woman next to you. It wouldn’t be your first time. But you could never cross that line with your best friend, especially now that you were involved with Minho.

You felt a little guilty for cockblocking him since you were getting laid, by his brother of all people, but there was just no feasible way to make it happen for him.

“Even if you did have enough game to pull her, there’s no way you’d be able to get away with a quickie in between flights.”

You kept glancing at the girl next to you out of fear that she was listening in and totally creeped out and horrified by your conversation about her, but she still had her earbuds in and appeared to have dozed off.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of!”

“Yes, I do! I’ve spent too many nights in your living room being forced to hear what you’re capable of.”

Jisung scoffed at you. “Perv.”

“What part of ‘forced to hear’ didn’t click?”

He glared but didn’t respond. Your whispering was beginning to get heated so you mutually decided to stop talking for the time being so that no one would be able to overhear you. Instead, you just traded increasingly absurd looks until you both got bored.

Jisung was the first to fall asleep, slumping against the wall of the plane in a position that couldn’t be comfortable. He’d forgotten to close the shade of the window so you leaned over and closed it for him so that the setting sun wouldn’t wake him up.

You were about to join him, leaning over to rest your head against his shoulder when your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You weren’t used to receiving notifications on a plane, but the airline you were flying had in-flight service. You had to shift awkwardly in order to reach your pocket and not wake either of the people beside you up.

The message made you want to scoff aloud.

M: is ji asleep?? come to the back ;)

You sat up straight and craned your neck to try and catch Minho’s eye, but his head was down, probably buried in his phone.

Y: what? no.

M: why not

Y: just because he’s asleep doesn’t mean i can come see you for no reason that’d be weird

M: are you just saying that because you’re afraid he’ll wake up?

Y: well yeah kind of

M: he won’t

Y: you don’t know that

M: c’mon, i’ll make it worth your time

Y: can’t you just tell me what this is about

M: but that ruins the surprise :(

Y: what surprise could you possibly have 30,000 feet in the air

Y: and don’t say your dick

M: …

Y: you’re so fucking annoying

M: all i’m saying is i haven’t joined the mile high club yet

Y: this is a commercial flight with your entire family. we’re not fucking on this plane.

M: worth a shot

Y: you’re insufferable

M: you love it

You sighed and put your phone face down in your lap, taking a quick glance to your left to see if Jisung was still asleep. He was still slumped against the wall with his eyes shut, seemingly dead to the world. You tried to do the same but it was hard from the middle seat. You were paranoid that if you were to doze off you’d accidentally lean over onto the stranger next to you. You’d seen enough rom-coms to know how awkward that would be.

You settled on scrolling through the in-flight movies on the little screen attached to the seat in front of you. You’d have to buy a pair of earbuds to watch anything, but you figured it would be worth it if it meant you wouldn’t be bored out of your mind for the next three hours.

There was a mix of Chinese and international films but everything was dubbed in Chinese either way and only a select few offered English subtitles. You picked one that you’d seen a little bit of press for back home and bought the earbuds from a flight attendant when they came around with the snacks.

It was late when your first flight landed and everyone was feeling worn out from all the tourism and traveling but you still had two more flights to catch before you’d finally be in Bali. The layover in the Hong Kong airport was two hours and you spent it trying to sleep whilst curled up next to Jisung in one of the stiff leathery chairs in front of the gate. Your exhaustion allowed you to fade in and out of consciousness fairly easily, but you were having trouble staying asleep. Each time you’d drift off you would suddenly jolt awake in a panic, thinking you were late for something.

Every time it happened, Jisung would assure you that he’d wake you up when it was time to board the plane, that you could rest, that they wouldn’t leave without you. Eventually, you gave up on the idea of getting any sleep altogether and resolved to just stay awake until you were on the next flight.

“I know this is the part of the trip where everyone’s getting tired,” Dom had said when you were walking from one side of the Hong Kong airport to the other, “but that’s why we saved the more relaxing destinations for the latter end- so we can all get some rest.”

His words did little to comfort you considering most of your energy was being spent keeping up with all the lies you were telling everyone but you smiled and nodded with the rest of the group anyway, trying to play along as always.

The second flight was about the same length as the first and this time you got the window seat. Jisung sat in the middle with Felix on his right and Minho and their parents filled up the row behind you.

“You should sleep,” Jisung suggested, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

“I’ve been trying to,” you grumbled back, unable to soften the tone of your voice.

You felt bad for snapping at him. He didn’t deserve that. Not after everything else you were doing behind his back.

“Sorry,” you mumbled in apology.

“It’s okay. I know you’re tired,” he assured you, making you feel even guiltier. “Do you want me to rub your head?”

You could only shake your head in response, not trusting yourself to speak. You suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to cry and turned your head towards the wall as your eyes welled up with tears. You didn’t even try to stop it, knowing it would be even more obvious if you did. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide it from Jisung either, even if he couldn’t see your face. He knew you too well, knew your body language. But he didn’t ask about it, likely not wanting to alert Felix, who was oblivious, that anything was wrong.

Thankfully, the crying exhausted you even more and you were able to fall asleep, only to be woken up again when the flight landed at the second layover stop.

It was a shame that you wouldn’t be able to properly visit Malaysia but at least their airport was pretty nice. It had been several hours since you’d last eaten so Nikki ordered a bunch of food for everyone to share from the only kiosk that was open in the middle of the night. You shared a thing of white rice with Jisung but you didn’t have much of an appetite to try anything else which was a bummer since you didn’t know when you’d have another chance to.

The third and final flight was a few hours later. By then, you’d had a little food and sleep so you weren’t feeling as dramatically miserable as before but the numb feeling of guilt still lingered in your stomach. You assumed that wouldn’t change- not until you came clean to Jisung about… everything. And you couldn’t see yourself doing that any time in the foreseeable future because you were a pussy.

You’d rather end this fling with Minho now and take it to your grave than lose your friendship with Jisung. Was sleeping with someone twice considered a fling? Regardless, you had to end it before you got too attached. You weren’t sure what it was for Minho, but until he said otherwise you would stay under the impression that it was just sex. Again, it didn’t really matter what it was. You just had to put an end to it. You weren’t sure why you thought you could finally give into the sexual tension just because Minho found out you weren’t actually dating his brother but it didn’t matter now. It was too late and you were already suffering the consequences of your actions.

You’d given Jisung the window seat again which left you sandwiched in between him and Minho this time around, and being so close to him was making it difficult not to think about the intimate moments you’d shared with him. Your arms were just barely brushing against the armrest and yet that was the only part of your body that you could feel. He was just so warm that your attention was drawn to wherever your bodies connected- be it your arms, your lips, your thighs… but you couldn’t think about that now. Not when you were trying to cut yourself off from him in order to save your friendship. You wouldn’t have sex with Minho again. You couldn’t.

You were shaken from your thoughts by Minho nudging your shoulder. You gave him a questioning look, wondering what he would have to say to you with your best friend sleeping right there. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, smirking as he did.

“Wanna have sex?”

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harrywavycurly · 9 months

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Trouble Next Door: Only Once (bonus convo)

Masterlist: Here

TW: Mentions of cheating, punching someone and divorce

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A/N: Now y’all might not agree with how Eddie handles this situation aka certain pieces of info he doesn’t tell Reader but you have to put yourself in his shoes and he just doesn’t want to cause anymore stress or issues for his bestfriend. Anywayyyy I hope y’all enjoy✨

“So…before you say anything…don’t be mad okay?” “Edward James…did you hit him?” “Only once…” “what happened to words and not fists?” “He said some stupid fucking words so…I had to use my…fist.” “What did he say?” “That he misses you…and he still loves you and uh something about not wanting a divorce.” “He still loves me? And doesn’t want a divorce…yet he’s the one who cheated?” “I mean it’s Steve and he’s drunk so…making sense wasn’t really in the cards for him tonight.” “What else did he say?” “Nothing.” “Eddie…” “he said that Chrissy kissed him…she’s the one who started this…whole thing.” “What? Why?” “She didn’t think I’d care…” “I’ll kill her.” “No need…it’s fine her and I are over with so no point in going to jail for someone who doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.” “Why would she think you wouldn’t care? She was your wife…you loved her…” “I have no clue…” “so was him telling you he loved me still or that he doesn’t want a divorce that made you hit him? Or are you gonna tell me the truth?” “It doesn’t matter why I hit him okay?…I’m also…not sorry I did…he deserved it.” “Well let’s go get you some ice.” “I love you…please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m not mad at you Eddie…I love you too..I’m sorry I even let you go out there I should’ve just called Jim….he really didn’t say anything else? Like maybe why he did what he did?” “Just that Chrissy started it and it just went from there…” “I was hoping maybe since he was drunk he’d let it all slip out.” “Yeah…oh i forgot to tell you…uhm my house goes on the market in a week.” “What? That’s so exciting…but also sad because we won’t be neighbors anymore.” “Better make the best of it while we can then…but maybe I’ll find something in the neighborhood I like.” “Maybe! I saw a few for sale signs this morning on my walk.” “We’ll be okay…even if we aren’t neighbors you’re never getting rid of me.” “Thank god…can you imagine a life without each other in it? Talk about boring.” “Yeah…so boring.”

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butch-reidentified · 4 days

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if you think agp is a thing(and presumably exclusive to trans women) what do you think of cis women claiming to masturbate in front of mirrors and CIA women who report being aroused by breastfeeding?

literally every single answer to these questions is available on my blog. I'm tired of writing the same posts over and over and over. if you can't find sufficient answers scrolling my blog, searching key words on my blog (or on google citing my blog, which yields better results oftentimes), going through the links in my pinned, or checking the tags referenced in my pinned, then I'd say if it's reeeeally important to you to get answers, your best bet will be to sit tight and occasionally check for updates to my Pinned as I am gradually adding more and more links detailing my views, and/or skim my blog from time to time - it's pretty much guaranteed to cycle through again within a month at most 🤷

I was actually gonna put a partial (that is to say, just not my usual thorough, detailed, and nuanced) answer at the beginning, but honestly I'm getting VERY tired of anonymous strangers who most likely just stumbled across my blog for the first time today thinking they're entitled to a personalized thinkpiece from me when almost every time I get an ask like this (which are distinctly different from good faith curiosities, which I'm more than happy to answer), I've already posted my answer, I've already written about the subject in depth on my blog. so I'll put my answer below instead so you have to read all of the above first, so you at least sort of vaguely kinda earn some response by putting in a miniscule fraction of the work/time I've put into both reading/informing myself about all sorts of different opinions, ideologies, experiences, perspectives, and views (rather than just demanding opinions from strangers on anon, lmao) and writing countless posts (& that's just on here, ignoring the offline side which is where I'm wayyy more active), which are almost always VERY long and detailed and proofread and edited and polished several times over.

btw, kind of a side note -- I have NEVER sent a single anon in my life, and I have NEVER, anonymously or not, demanded someone give me a personalized just-for-me explanation of their opinions (or any at all). the reason I call this entitlement is because you (most likely) aren't asking out of genuine curiosity or good faith. you (most likely) are asking because you dislike what you think my views are (you are most likely misinformed and think I believe things I do not) and you (most likely) think this is some kind of gotcha rather than the same ignorant, unoriginal, boring ass points that I've read countless times as far back as when I was a transactivist and trans-identifying myself. they've been debunked/responded to by a LOT of other women, too, and I'm very confident you could easily find at least one such response. I'm not holding you to a standard I don't also hold myself to; in fact, that I'm going to give you any degree of actual answer at all is demonstrative of my holding myself to a HIGHER standard. because again, nothing I'm about to say on this topic is just now in this post being born into the universe as a novel thought. or even a novel tumblr post; like I said, you could find the radfem answers to this ask yourself with just a tiny bit of effort - and while radfems are far from a monolith, and I am a frequent vocal dissenter on a variety of radblr hot topics, this isn't even really a matter of opinion. read on to find out why.

Part A - Not answering the questions here per se, but a clarification of terminology that may help you (any reader, not necessarily anon) see my perspective:

The word "cis" has different definitions. It used to mean someone who is not trans, whereas trans referred to sex-dysphoric transitioners, a demographic who now often prefer terms like transsexual or transsex or simply "sex-dysphoric" BECAUSE they don't agree with gender identity ideology (GII) and object to the way GII has been actively hostile to them and erased transsexuality (and thus their identities, needs, beliefs, and experiences as well), similarly to the ways in which GII engages with pretty much everything that isn't complete and total blind allegiance. These include but are far from limited to:

1. Obfuscating people's (especially children's/young adults' - as they are the primary consumers of most GII content by far) understanding of biology, particularly as it pertains to the sexes of human beings and sexual dimorphism, and inserting "gender identity" as a direct (but importantly not synonymous or remotely parallel) replacement for the material and biological reality of sex. Sex, absent patriarchy and the gender construct, is simply a neutral and factual categorization of human beings: sex categorizes human body types according to the two developmental pathways that evolved solely for the purpose of producing one gamete type or the other to enable perpetuation of the species via sexual reproduction. What this statement does NOT imply to anyone reading it with even an ounce of integrity/intellectual honesty: "women are defined by having babies," "infertile/childfree adult female humans are not women," "humans with anomalous sexual development of any variety are not male or female, but rather a 3rd sex or even proof sex is a spectrum," or anything along these lines; I refer to these arguments as intellectually dishonest because they are originally intentional (disinformation -> misinformation) misinterpretations & serve to moralize, dogmatize, and essentially theologize facts of nature.

This obfuscation of biology is committed via a variety of tactics that frequently include outright gaslighting; "gender and sex are different" turned into "sex is actually a spectrum" (it's not - read on to learn why not!) and then outright science denial while gaslighting others as being the unscientific, uneducated, "3rd grade understanding of biology" ones (again, this is simply factually not true*).

*Feel free to request to see a peer-reviewed neuroscience journal publication bearing my name and/or my thesis (original research regarding the overlapping genetics + epigenetics of norepinephrine dysregulation in both dysautonomia and attention deficit disorders) if you are skeptical of my credentials regarding biology. alternatively, feel free to cite your sources and I will provide a free-of-charge peer review service :)

2. Building from #1, the erasure of patriarchal sex-based oppression of women & girls (by definition: human beings of the female sex, adults & children respectively) via aforementioned tactics obfuscating sex biology & human biology in favor of an innate, internal "gender identity" which is extremely poorly defined with the individual "gender identities" themselves left utterly non-delineated. Gender identity ideology is to be taken entirely on pure faith, despite the fact that there is absolutely no evidence to support gender identity as a universal component of human beings/universal human experience. In fact, the existence of absolutely any nonzero quantity of human beings who do not experience gender identity firmly disproves it as universal human experience - and we know not all humans have a gender identity. However, every human being experiences sexual development, be it typical, disordered (DSDs, congenital infertility, etc), or otherwise anomalous; the vast majority experience typical sexual development, and one's sex is entirely clear in the vast majority of atypical cases as well. Female humans are oppressed on the basis of our biological reproductive capabilities; patriarchy desires control over the female sex as a direct product of its desire to control reproduction. Patriarchy created the gender construct to instill and enforce a caste system between the sexes upholding the patriarchal dogma of male supremacy and female inferiority. Similarly, patriarchy created father-gods in order to make the creation of life a male act. Erasure of sex in favor of the gender construct serves male supremacy and cannot ever be anti-patriarchal or feminist. Evidence of sex based oppression abounds offline (frankly, you need look no further than menstruation stigma in all its forms up to and including menstrual huts, but there is infinitely more evidence) and right here on my blog as well; I even have some posts tagged to serve as proof of sex based oppression.

3. Erasing homosexuality via working toward erasure of exclusive same-sex attraction (this is particularly targeted at lesbians, and this is VERY well documented. I have many examples of this in my TRA Receipts tag, including a particularly excellent masterpost containing, in total iirc THOUSANDS of screenshots), once again replacing sex with "gender identity" as if one's orientation being defined as attraction to another human's invisible, internal, and highly individual "gender identity," which not all humans even purport to have in the first place, could possibly make any sense. This is uniquely absurd.

As stated in the 2nd link in #1 on my Pinned, I object to the usage of "cis" for non-trans-identifying people. Why? At the core of it, because the most commonplace definition of "cis"/'cisgender" that I see at this point in time is "having a gender identity that aligns with what was assigned at birth." As stated above, gender identity is not universal, rendering "cisgender" equally as personal and internal of an identity label as "transgender" - and these are not a pure dichotomy by any means. Radical feminism does not grant any degree of objective factual legitimacy to the gender construct; thus, no radical feminist is or can be, by definition, transgender or cisgender (this does not carry over to whether or not radfems can have dysphoria or even be medically transitioned). Radfems are not the only humans without "gender identities," and it is dishonest and disrespectful to force the term/label onto everyone else according to an ideology we/they may not share.

Part B - The Long-Awaited Answer! [I changed my mind since this ended up significantly longer than initially planned so here ya go]

Autogynephilia was coined as a term with a specific definition. That definition is still the same one in use today. That definition explicitly states that only males can qualify. That definition is: "a paraphilia that describes when a man experiences sexual arousal from the thought of himself as a woman" per Google, and "a male's propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female" per Blanchard's original stated intention for the term he created. Wikipedia goes on to add "intending for the term to refer to 'the full gamut of erotically arousing cross-gender behaviors and fantasies.'"

I have many criticisms of Blanchard himself and of the quality of his research methodologies. However, the evidence for the existence of the paraphilia itself is abundant and undeniable given that many males outright refer to themselves as autogynephiles and many have openly discussed their experiences as someone with this paraphilia. What I do not believe is that all trans-identifying males are AGPs, that there is proven legitimacy to the HSTS/AGP dichotomy (even Blanchard himself said not all OSA trans-identifying males are AGPs - just a whole lot of them), or that non-trans-identifying males can't be AGPs - actually I think it's likely that most AGPs don't identify as transgender.

The core of the paraphilia, the source of the arousal, is a product of the patriarchal sex caste system; autogynephiles are aroused by the idea of themselves as women - as they themselves have stated - because of the sexual objectification of femaleness and/or because they're aroused by degradation and humiliation (as is blatantly obviously on brilliant display in the existence of and obsession with "forced feminization" and similar female-degrading sexual concepts), and the AGP male views femaleness and the gender that patriarchy has forcibly ascribed to femaleness ("femininity") as inferior and thus sees his engagement in performing femininity as degrading - which in turn sexually excites him.

One reason some women find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states is the same as when men find themselves arousing in their own bodies and natural non-performative states: self-confidence increases libido and associations can be made between A and B. Where women and men inevitably differ, however, is about the arousal surrounding performing femininity and/or sexual self-objectification. It is not at all unreasonable to speculate that some women can be turned on when they "feel hot" for a reason other than just self-confidence; for one speculative example, it's possible that some women may see herself in the mirror all dressed up in hypersexualized clothing and feel that they've succeeded in mirroring the pornified images and sexually-appealing-to-males beauty expectations. Ultimately, this is self-objectification. It's patriarchy and the male gaze that have forced these associations onto all of society, and hypersexual associations have a tendency of causing sexual arousal in people (duh).

Oh and I've never heard of women being aroused by breastfeeding, only complaining about it being painful asf, but like. Nipples are among the most common and well-documented non-genital erogenous areas so? This seems terribly unlikely to be a common phenomenon, but utterly irrelevant to the existence of autogynephilia regardless lol. If this is a thing, like I said I doubt it's commonplace at all, but even just hypothetically, I'd say it would distinctly fall in line with everything else I say in this answer. Patriarchy and its pornographers have indeed sexualized breastfeeding - there are a concerning number of men who ask their partners NOT TO BREASTFEED their babies - his own children! - because it makes him JEALOUS and even resent the baby. I'm dead serious you can look this up, it happens. So... read on for elaboration.

I neither know nor care precisely what you're referencing in this ask, because the answer remains the same: autogynephilia by definition can only affect males, and males who have a fetish for the idea of themselves as female, be that through imagining themselves Fucked (anatomically female, specifically in a sexually objectified - aka Fucked - manner; the anatomical/biological form of autogynephilia fetishizes the male subject imagining himself as the female Fucked object of pornography) or Feminine (as discussed above) fundamentally are not and cannot be the same as women who are turned on by feeling like they look sexually appealing or by their own natural anatomy or biological functions (which have been violently hypersexualized by patriarchy). This is a form of internalized misogyny; when men do it, it's just misogyny. These are not the same.

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orchid3a · 2 years

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aria my bby my twin hear me out again !!!

in an au that shin didn't disband the black dragons and the gang became something like bonten, what if the big and powerful gang leader fell in love with a girl he took as payment for her boyfriend's debts? at first you hate shin because you deem him as the reason of your doom, but he's so attentive and treats you so much better than your ex boyfriend did, and you're so confused bc how can the hands of an assassin feel so soft caressing your skin?

INTOXICATION - S. SHINICHIRO

synopsis: Your ex-boyfriend sells you to his loan sharks... Something goes wrong

pairing: yandere!mob boss!Sano Shinichiro x f!reader

tw: yandere, death, implied manipulation, smut, breeding kink, swearing, implied past marathon sex, implied past toxic relationship dynamics (y/n and her ex-bf), mention of prostitution, violence (not toward y/n)

wc: 1378 words

tagging: @haitaniapologist @rnht @qiqi-tutu @momoewn

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note: put the whole ariussy for shinichiro 😼 i'm here to convert everyone to yandere!manipulative!shinichiro

no proofreading

english isn’t my native language

reblogs and comments are appreciated

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Homo homini lupus est. A man is a wolf to another man

There is no better phrase to describe your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, who just told you the mess he pulled you in. That dickhead, no other name can sum up his idiocy, had a huge debt with the wrong people, and since he didn’t have all the money to pay them back, he sold you to them. He sold you, his girlfriend, to the infamous Black Dragons, one of the most powerful and dangerous gangs in all Japan.

“How could you! I trusted you! I threw away everything, my whole family, my career and my friends for a fucking idiot like you!” You shout crying, the weight of the situation crushing your spirit. Your whole life was thrown away because he couldn’t pay them back.

He ignores your screams and cries while he hurries preparing a bag with his clothes, ready to flee and leave you to your unhappy fate. However a knock makes both of you stop in your tracks. You weren’t expecting guests today…The same couldn’t be said for that idiot.

You summon all your courage and you open the door, still not prepared for whatever Fate has for you.

Four men enter your home, they are all tall and not seem so friendly and open to dialogue. You gulp and one man, who you think is the leader, turns his attention to you. His dark hues show no sign of mercy, but on his face there is a gentle smile that gives you shivers. How can he smile when his eyes are so empty?

One of his companions, a man with a scar on his right eye, smirks darkly when he sees your boyfriend.

“Where do you think you are going? We just arrived, so drop that bag and hand over the money.”

(b/n) gulps trembling like a leaf as slowly he puts the bag down, before starting babbling some bullshits and you roll your eyes, that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader.

“I think the miss here doesn’t know the whole situation, it’s rude to exclude her. Waka can you explain everything to her? Benkei you hold our friend here, Takeomi, you start searching for the cash.”

A white-haired guy, who you assumed is Waka, comes closer and with bored eyes he starts explaining what happened. The tall buff guy, Benkei, holds your boyfriend who starts begging for his life, while the guy with the scar, Takeomi, trashes your house in search of money.

You nod at whatever he tells you, but your eyes are focused on the leader, who feels your gaze and comes closer to you.

“Shin, I told her everything…I’m gonna help Takeomi.” Wakasa says and leaves you with “Shin”.

But before he can talk, (b/n)’s screams and grunts grab your attention and you turn towards him. You freeze as you see Shin’s companions, Waka and Takeomi, kicking and punching him while Benkei holds him.

“Pretty girl” - Shin’s hand grabs your chin making you turn towards him - “Good girls don’t ignore their interlocutor when he is starting a conversation.” His honey voice is hypnotizing and you nod completely ignoring (b/n).

Shin smiles and tilts your head, his black hues bore into yours, you gulp unsure on what to do.

“Pretty girl, do you know where the money is? Your boyfriend borrowed too much money and now we need it back, ya know. He tried to sell you to us, but I’m a gentleman and I would never let a scumbag like him sell his girl for his mistakes.”

He is a charmer for sure, he knows how to use his words and what is your weakness and how to exploit it to make you do what he wants.

“In the wardrobe…there is a safe hidden by his clothes…the code is his birth date. It’s xx - xx - xxxx” You spill everything as if Shin casted a spell on you.

Your words make him smile, he pats your head and turns his attention to his companions.

“Kill him” The tone of his voice is cold as the ice makes you tremble, Shin gets in front of you and his big pale hands cover your ears to muffle the shot.

You couldn’t see or hear the pitiful cries of your boyfriend, you were too focused on the man in front of you, a man full of mysteries and secrets.

That night he took you with him, despite his friends’ complaints, and you let him take you. You had no one, no money, no house to return, now Shinichiro, or Shin, was your only home.

It has been a year since you met him, and he treated you better than your ex did. Never once he shouted at you, ignored your feelings or invalidated them.

At first Takeomi and Wakasa, his second-in-command, wanted to throw you in one of their brothels but Shinichiro didn't agree. For him you should be in a more suitable place, his arms. You know that he isn't good for you, he literally kidnapped you and killed your ex, yet there was something in him that made it impossible to run away from him.

Were his dark, indecipherable black eyes or his warm deep voice? The way he holds you, he is warm and feels home more than anybody else.

Shinichiro is warm, affectionate and gentle.

The headboard is slamming against the wall, yet Shin doesn't seem to slow down his speed. He has been fucking you for hours, or so it seems, you lost the count of how many times he made you cum. Your legs are over your ears, Shin is deep inside your pussy. Your eyes roll back as Shin hits a particular spot, this angle lets him hit you deeper than before.

" S-Shin 's to-o mu-much." You moan helplessly, your head feels light and your vision is turning white, feeling so close to your climax.

"Pretty girl one more, just one more. I need to make sure my pretty baby gets pregnant" he murmurs a gentle smile adorning his beautiful face.

You nod and Shin smiles, still thrusting into you, his hands caressing your sides while he drowns you with praises and gentle words.

“My pretty girl, you’re doing so well” - his dark eyes full of love and lust bore into your watery (e/c) ones - “I love you baby, make me a daddy. Come on pretty girl! Fuck!” he hisses before pressing a kiss on your quivering lips .

“ ‘m cl-close Shin! Please!” you moan, feeling closer and closer to cum.

“Fuck baby me too! Let’s cum together.” he groans and his hips are still thrusting into your abused pussy.

His rough thrusts, gentle coaxing and loving gaze made you cream all over his cock, your vision turns white and mewls leave your mouth. Shin follows you after, pumping his seed inside your womb and securing it, yet he doesn't slip out. He slowly lays your legs at his hips, then he flops on you nuzzling his cheek in your neck.

Too tired to do anything, you can just stroke his black hair, mumbling a small “I love you” before falling asleep, lulled by his heartbeat and his soft kisses over your skin.

Shinichiro always wins, there is no battle he can’t win. What he wants he gets, he will use any means to get it, even using people. It was a child’s play to persuade your ex to get that money, after he “accidentally” was fired from his work. Not that Shinichiro actually threatened the manager to fire him or he would have received a bullet between his eyes. No, he is a gentleman.

It was love at first sight when he first saw you, he still remembers how beautiful you were wearing a white dress and dancing in one of his clubs. You looked so pure and innocent. He couldn’t tear his eyes from you, and in that moment he knew you two were meant to be together. It was easy to obtain information about you and the rest is history. Now he has you and he will never let you go. You two will be together forever until death comes between you. Not that Shin would let it happen.

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