#when there's nothing on them and they're made of very nice material

[foxstens]

black t-shirts i love u

[dawndelion-winery]

I Can See You

Warning: suggestive, use of f-word (not the slur)

They get dressed up all nicely for you the spooky season (modern au)

Ft. Alhaitham, Childe, Kaeya, Kaveh, Scaramouche

Alhaitham:

He didn't really see a point in getting in costume just for candy

But you insisted, and who was he to refuse to accompany you?

He honestly wasn't very pleased

Until he found a few costume ideas people were posting about

If his boyfriend-material turtleneck sweaters weren't form fitting enough, the skintight latex suit he was getting definitely was

He had no business dressing up as batman, flaunting his ass and abs like that

Still, he told you not to worry, as he'd cover up

And by that he meant wearing a full on suit and tie over it

Suddenly you're not so keen on leaving the house and it's Alhaitham complaining about how you're not getting ready to go trick or treating

Not that he actually minds, of course, given how the fit that night was picked out with the sole intention of convincing you to forgo the candy raid

Childe:

He's nothing if not extra

Full on SFX make up and everything

He made the side of his mouth seem torn and basically doused himself in fake blood (he assured you it was fake)

Fake burns to top off his already existing scars?? It's like he was dressing up to be the victim of some monster attack

And of course, he had to rip up his clothes to really sell the look

Ajax tearing shirts wasn't something you knew you needed to see

Seeing the fabric pull apart with a shrrrppp sound and loose seams dangling over toned muscles littered with as many scars as freckles

They're all old wounds, but the fake blood reminds you of when some of them were fresh and you were helping him tend to them

As you subconsciously reach out to caress the side of his stomach where a nasty old gash was, you felt his warm hand over yours

Right, well, Ajax always was a touchy person, so he never had any qualms about you feeling him up now and then if anything he wished you would more often

It was a soft moment until he spoke up

"Want me to rip up your clothes too? Though they might not be able to stay on then."

Kaeya:

You only ever get one of two things with this man

He dresses cute, or he dresses slutty

And you not wearing the matching peacock onesie with him meant he was dressing slutty

Hence the Seele cosplay

But without the wig, so he looks mildly cursed

Boi really out here strutting with everything on display like goddamn all this for free???

It was not, in fact, free

If you're not getting handsy on him along the way, he's keeping his hands on you because frankly, how could you not give him any attention when he's dressed all "fancy" for you?

Hi please appreciate his hips or he's going to dislocate his pelvis trying to flaunt himself in front of you /hj

Kaveh:

He's putting way too much into an outfit he's only going to use once

And you know damn well he's going to then use that as an excuse to keep using the costume

I mean, does he really need to recreate a fully functional Iron Man suit???

According to him the answer was an obvious yes

Honestly you were just a teeny but disappointed because you wanted to see his face

Which wasn't as much of a problem as you'd anticipated because it got hot in there, so he'd pop out of the suit every so often

You'd never been more appreciative of white dress shirts

More specifically the white dress shirt he chose to wear into that portable mechanical sauna he'd made himself

Yeah, maybe he really should use that suit at every opportunity

Scaramouche:

If you find him hot in his costume, you are 100% a monster fucker

Like Ajax and Kaveh, he goes all out

Except instead of aiming for visual appeal, he's going straight for trying to traumatise children

I hope you're not scared of zombies because he's painted himself grey and made faux scarred tissue all over

On top of tearing his clothes, he's burnt parts of it, and the shirt was pretty much just a few strips of cloth at this point

Oh, you thought you were going to have your boyfriend shirtless all night?

Well yeah, but somehow with what seems to be massive chunks of flesh missing and ribs poking through

His pants were, unfortunately, intact for the most part, with the hems undone and a little scorched

10/10 decaying zombie, and he makes you go as a zombie hunter equipped with a flamethrower

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[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 5

This one's a little shorter as we gear up for the final part!

Steve woke up on a warm day near the end of June to see his mother sitting at the table, making calls while his father was out back, doing inventory on his grill supplies.

He went over to the pantry to get some cereal, listening in on his mother's very loud conversation. She was inviting people... family... Aunt Elaine?...

By the time Steve got his bowl, cereal and milk and spoon, he figured that his parents were making preparations for a 4th of July barbecue. Smiling to herself, Diane hung up and made a note in her planner.

"So, the family's getting together for the 4th. It'll be us, your Aunt Elaine and her family for sure. I still need to call the rest. But your grandparents will be there too."

"Okay, sounds fun." A nice cookout with family that he hadn't seen since last summer.

"Oh and they're just so excited to meet Eddie."

Steve sputtered and milk dribbled down his chin. "You told them about Eddie?! About how I-I'm...?"

"No, not yet. But I told Elaine that you might have someone special to introduce everyone to, you know, if Eddie wanted to come and I don't know why he wouldn't..."

"You know why he wouldn't", Steve said.

Diane put on an exaggerated pout and batted her eyelashes.

"Mom...", he sighed.

She let out a little whimper like a sad puppy.

"You are a grown woman", Steve pointed out. "And you're setting a bad example for your son."

Jonas came in, shielding his eyes with his hand as he walked by. "I heard the pouting from outside, whatever it is, just give it to her."

"You're enabling her", Steve said.

"I bet Eddie gives you everything when you show this face. You inherited it from me", Diane said.

Steve let out another heavy sigh. "Alright, I'll ask him if he wants to come."

"You're bringing Eddie to the barbecue?", Jonas asked.

"Apparently everyone will want to meet him, despite not knowing of his existence yet."

"It's not like we're asking him to come to cotillion-"

"Which he's years late to", Steve said.

"Or to escort you to a debutante-"

"I still think your dad's sore that Steve didn't go to one", Jonas said.

"And why would Eddie be escorting me? Why am I not escorting him?"

"You know, we had a similar question regarding your wedding", Jonas said, completely missing the 'cutting' motion his wife was making.

"My what?!"

"Just as a hypothetical", Diane said quickly.

Steve played with his cereal. "You guys get me a boyfriend...you want him to meet the family...why does it feel like you've got a church picked out for August?"

"Who said we got you a boyfriend?", Diane asked at the same time Jonas said, "Who'd get married in August?"

"Eddie told me how you guys 'orchestrated' this whole thing", Steve said. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"It had nothing to do with your confidence Steve. We just wanted to help however we could", Diane said.

"So...you guys really like Eddie?"

"Like him? He's great", Jonas said. "A little odd, but that's what makes people interesting."

Diane smiled. "He has such interesting opinions, I could talk with him for hours. Actually, who does his hair? I would love to take him to the salon and-"

"Whoa there, if I didn't know better, I'd think you two were in love with Eddie", Steve said as he stood and took his empty bowl to the sink.

"Oh, is it wrong to adore our son's boyfriend?", Diane teased.

Steve kept his back to them, his silence betraying the redness in his face right now. He didn't point out that his parents were never this welcoming towards any of his past girlfriends. He knew there was something different about Eddie, and they knew it too. He was definitely 'long-term, introduce to extended family' material.

Part 7

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[whereserpentswalk]

You work with people from other dimensions for a living. While you can travel to other dimensions, it's much easier to just connect your computer to computers from other dimensions. You end up finding out about a lot of strange places, alternate earths where things are diffrent in ways you could never imagine. Most people don't even know other dimensions exist, but to you it all feels so normal, so very distant but so very normal.

Because the company that you work on interdimensional technology for needs to outsource some of its dimensional work you end up very quickly having to contact people from other dimensions with a similar skillset to you for one project. And since it's easy to contact them you end up talking to them afterwards.

There's this one girl you end up messaging a lot. She seems so nice and sweet. You talk a lot about programing, and mathematics and magic (which are all very closely connected fields), she's one of the only people who seems to really understand the beauty in it the way you do. She's obviously from a very diffrent culture, and you never sent eachother images, but you like eachother a lot.

You end up messaging this girl more and more. She's the first to comfort you when one of your freinds turned on you, she was the first to support you when you came out to your parents, even though she didn't fully know what coming out was. She messages you "I love you" in the mornings sometimes. And even though she's far away, further way than anything in the universe, you understand her so well. You've seen her art, drawings she's done of buildings and structures around where she lives, they're like nothing you've ever seen before.

You start to talk about being in a romantic relationship. It's hard but you decide it's what you should do, almost what you have to do. You want to be her girlfriend, you want to know how it feels to hug her, for her to rest her head on your breasts on a warm summer night, to be inside eachother, to touch in a way you don't get to touch. But you can still message eachother, it's just one small contact but it means so much. You want to move in with her, it might never happen but there's something inside of you that wants to wake up next to her every morning.

Eventually you decide to build a portal to eachother, so you can see eachother, and if all goes well, you'll actually move in. You both need to talk to a lot of people, and get help from a lot of programmers and spellcasters from several dimensions, but it's done. The money that was supposed to let you move into a bigger apartment ends up going to a doorway sized portal, stored one of the few buildings in the city that can store such things. You need to get a ticket to go, even though the portal is yourse it needs people to operate it. But you can go. And if all goes well, you'll live together.

When you get to her dimension the first thing you feel is fear. It's dark, you think your underground, only a few bioluminescent organisms light the way. The city you're in is wet, and cold yet humid, everything is made of either moist steel, or dark wood that's covered in some strange layer of material that feels like wet cardboard. The creatures here aren't human at all, they're all strange bug like and fish like beings.

You eventually go to your girlfriend's apartment. Afraid of what you'll see. It's completely dark inside, and decorated like no human would ever decorate anything. When you see your girlfriend for the first time the horror breaks the love you want to feel. Her body looks humanoid, though she's so thin you can see her ribs, and pale in a way only corpses are useally pale. Her face was almost pretty, but her eyes were one solid pinkish color, and her moulth was just a tiny hole, like a jawless fish, it couldn't move at all. And massive fleshy tentacles came from her back, four of them, with razor teeth at their ends, for chewing her food outside her body so that her tiny slit of a mouth can lap it up. You both just stand there, you realize that this is the girl you love, you realize you look as horrifying to her as she does to you. You begin to weep, and she doesn't understand what your eyes are doing.

You spend the night in her apartment. There's no way you're moving in together. You're not sure what this means. You don't want to look at her at first, but eventually you do. You realize if you have to go back to your world you do want to spend time with her. Your languages work so differently that you still need to use computers to talk to eachother, but you can talk to eachother. And you tell her that you're sorry, that you still want to be together.

You let her hug you, and comfort you, her body is so strange, but it becomes less scary when you fully realize that it's her your looking at, that that's who you've messaged all those nights. Despite her eyes and mouth her face is pretty, and though her body is much thinner then you expected she still moves gracefully. You let her touch you, every way she wanted to touch you, let her tentacles wrap around your body. She shows you her computer setup, and her favorite video games, and she even gets to introduce you to some of her freinds, and her little isopod like pet who really likes being pet by you. You can't help but feel uncomfortable in her dimension, but you feel safe with her, and despite everything you enjoy being held and touched by her. At the end of your stay you make love for the first time, you don't have the same genitals as her species, but you make it work. You fall asleep in her arms, and she would do the same to you, but her kind does not sleep.

When you go back home, because you do have to go back home, you don't tell many people, even people who know about dimensions, what happened where you went. But you still message her a lot, and when you can you visit her, and very rarely she'll visit you. Your mother would never approve, and no priest would marry you, but you can't help but fall into the feeling of her body next to yourse.

[fatuismooches]

Just thinking about reader getting hurt while out doing commissions or something and Dottore absolutely seething silently... Reader is just out gathering materials, nothing unusual. Until some random fatuus come along. Now I like to imagine Dottore tries to keep their relationship somewhat secret? For they're safety and simply for privacy, so most people don't know that they're Dottore's lover. Now, they didn't exactly expect some random agents to come up to them, and especially ones that don't seem so friendly... (I mean, maybe standing around in the cold all day doing nothing gets you rather bored and tempermental...) They probably try to talk it out politely, but the agents simply don't give up, either out of boredom to annoy someone or they accuse you for sneaking around (Since they look like a normal citizen.) Of course, being Dottore's lover, they're by no means weak. But one of the agent's still manages to land a good hit on them with an electro delusion, and they're on the ground before they know it (I doubt being struck by lightning is very nice...) Thankfully the other agent's saw the commotion by the camp and came over, fatui agent's don't typically beat up their own citizens without good reason... Fastforward and they're being held in a medical ward. One of Dottore's subordinates recognizes them and immediately informs him. (To which he is seething. The scalpel that was in his hand was bent backwards from how hard he was gripping it.) Everyone can only clear the path for the harbinger as his footsteps echo through the halls. He insists on taking care of they're wounds, and despite all the atrocities he's ever committed with his hands, those hands are so gentle on them... He will find out who hurt them, no matter if they want to tell him or not. And this doesn't apply to just being physically harmed. Someone made them cry? He'll strangle whoever did that and make it hurt. (All while the clones comfort you of course! <3) And I also think in the akademiya he was the same, but his anger wasn't really as quiet... He would chastise you whenever you got clumsy in a fight and end up injured, scolding you and insulting you while patching you up (He is horribly worried about you getting fatally injured, he just has no idea how to express it without being mean) Some so called scholar won't leave you alone about extorting you to do their work? He'll dig up dirt on them and ruin their lives. (He will deny having anything to do with it.) (This is so long... I really didn't mean to, but I'm really bad at getting my thoughts out in a short manner. I hope at least some of it is coherent, your Dottore works always makes me bounce off the walls <3)

ADWUIDEUD OEEDN ITNDDD WHTAT THI IS MAKING ME BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS TOO??? I don't even know what to add, it's already so good 😫

Unlike Dottore, you can't stay cooped up in a lab all day, you like to get some fresh air (even if you're getting hit by some angry snowflakes) while running some errands for him so the clones don't have to bother doing them. Most people just thought of you as his average assistant, which was good considering Dottore doesn't have the time or patience to deal with the gossiping or rumors regarding him and especially not you (also definitely not the other Harbingers...)

Unfortunately, that has a drawback, which is the fact that some Fatui liked to mess with you since they thought you were a mere easily replaceable assistant. You've dealt with some in the past and sent them on their way, not telling Dottore because you wouldn't want to waste his time with unimportant things like this. This time, however, you weren't so lucky... fighting in such a snowy and slippery landscape was not your expertise... and you ended up with a rather nasty wound. You've gone through worst, but it still hurt, you know?

When Dottore is interrupted from his research, he's initially upset but as soon as the words fly out of the agent's mouth in a hurried and terrified manner (because everyone is scared to even be in his presence much less report to him) it appears like all of that annoyed energy is gone as he asks the agent to repeat himself. And it feels like the room has dropped in temperature, the Doctor's face expressionless as he easily snaps the scalpel, the clanging of it to the floor making the agent's face pale. Dottore doesn't even waste time killing the agent as he simply leaves to go to you. (That subordinate is crying himself to sleep later 😭)

Literally all noise in the camp stops as soon as the 2nd Harbinger comes, he takes one look at you and just takes you out of there (his lab is far more equipped than this pitiful place) It's been a long time since Zandik tended to your wounds, you usually never get hurt since you're quite careful or you always have a clone, so it's a bit nostalgic and heartwarming to feel his hands being so tender... cleaning and applying a salve... wrapping it carefully himself, etc 🥺 He won't press you for answers, because he'll find out he did it really quickly anyway and kill them with no remorse or emotion (he's such a silly!)

UGHHHH AKADEMIYA DOTTORE MY FAV <3 100% correct nonnie 🤭 His lecturing and scolding you hurt you MORE than the wound 😭probably 😭 He would go on and on about wtf were you thinking, you shouldn't have done that, you need to be more careful. Only this is how he expresses his worry since he doesn't know how to cope with caring about someone this much so he just resorts to mean words in hopes you can somehow translate "do you want to die, fool? how can you jump in there like an idiot?" to "you scared me and i don't want you to do that again, i don't like seeing you hurt"

Zandik is a good liar... until the topic of ruining someone's life comes up! You just know he had something to do with it. But... the idea of him sacrificing sleep to make the life of your harasser miserable, instead of using the time to do research, that's how you know you've got him 🤭💖

[joodlepo]

Stray Kids Reactions / To Pegging (18+)

Summary / Pegging isn't something you do too often, but when it's done right, the experience can be intense. Stray Kids are ready take on their first ever pegging sensation, and they're certainly not disappointed!

Pairings / (Bottom) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 7.8k

Warnings / Pegging, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Light Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Begging, Fisting, Fingering,

Bang Chan / Chan's mouth hung open the very moment you presented the strap-on to him. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at it, and then looked back up into your face with a mixture of shock and awe in his expression.

You smiled down sweetly at him, before gently dropping it in his hands, letting them wrap around it's base tightly, and watching as the dildo slipped between both palms. His fingers slowly ran along it's length, as they touched the soft leather material that covered every inch from tip to base. It was so lifelike, and felt amazing when pressed up against his own skin just by holding it.

The head alone had such realistic detail, almost like a real penis would have if one was attached. And even though there wasn't any actual male genitalia inside the fake shaft, Chan could still feel how thick and heavy it seemed in his hand. His heart began racing faster than ever now; it seems that feeling this toy for himself made everything seem all too real.

"I can see why girls love these," Chan mumbled softly, staring intently at the cock within his grasp. "This has a very nice size to it..."

You giggled slightly, and shook your head lightly as you watched him play with the sex toy in wonderment. "Right~? And I bought this just for you, Channie!"

He nodded firmly as he continued playing with it, squeezing and stroking it in his hands. The way his cheeks flushed bright red whenever he touched a rather embarrassing spot only fueled your curiosity more about what kind of reaction he'd make once he actually took it inside his body...

The thought sent shivers right through you, but also excited you quite a bit. Your pussy tingling in anticipation, as well as the rest of your entire body, especially since he hadn't even taken off his clothes yet either. You knew he wouldn't be wearing anything underneath those shorts, which meant that soon enough, he'd get to experience the full sensation of being penetrated.

It didn't take long until Chan finally let go of the strap-on after several more minutes, before standing up straight, and placing the dildo down on top of the bed right beside you. Without warning or hesitation, he reached over to grab hold of your hips and pulled you close towards him. Your lips met each other immediately, kissing passionately as your tongues played together eagerly.

Both of you moaning gently, enjoying the taste of one another's breath and saliva as they mingled together in a hot, steamy kiss.

As your hands begin to explore his muscular chest and stomach, Chan placed his hands upon yours, guiding them upwards until they rested on his shoulders. Slowly pulling you closer towards him, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly, as he carried you backwards until you laid flat against the mattress. With your back resting comfortably on the plush pillows, you gazed up into his lustful gaze, seeing nothing but desire in his beautiful hazel eyes.

Both of your bodies intertwined perfectly, leaving no space between the two of you at all. Neither of you wanted to break apart from the passionate embrace for even an instant, wanting to prolong the blissfully intimate moment for as long as possible.

But eventually, Chan broke the silence between the two of you, speaking up with a husky voice. "Mm... So, are we going to do this?"

"Only if you're ready to handle it," You purred teasingly, glancing back at the strap-on lying next to you. "And trust me, it'll feel pretty werid..."

Chan's brow furrowed as he glanced at the large phallus laying on the sheets behind him, taking a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, he turned his attention back towards you, smirking cheekily as he spoke again. "Alright then~! Let's give this thing a whirl, hmm?"

You watch him quickly undress, stripping off his shirt first before tossing it aside onto the floor. Next came his pants, followed by his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it sprung free from his underwear. A slight gasp escaped your parted lips as you saw his dick jutting proudly from beneath his lower abdomen.

With that said, you reach forward and picked up the toy in your hands, readying the harness around yourself as best as you could manage. Once you got it situated properly, you gave Chan a quick glance before letting him straddle your thighs. He was heavy and bulky sitting atop your lap, causing you to grunt slightly under the weight of his body. But nonetheless, you try to power through and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pressing your breasts against his hard abs as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Ready?" You asked, watching him nod confidently. "Then, here goes nothing..."

You gently slid the tip of the dildo inside Chan's tight virgin hole, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as you did. His muscles clenched tightly around the artificial shaft, trying to push it deeper inside him, but he quickly relaxed his tense sphincters as he adjusted to having something foreign thrusting inside of him for the first time. The cold lubricant coating the toy helped ease the process somewhat, allowing the fake cock to slide inside easier.

When it was completely inserted, you stopped moving for a second, giving him some much needed time to adjust to the new feeling. Chan remained silent as he stared intently down at the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, panting heavily. You couldn't blame him for hesitating, given that he'd never done this sort of thing before, but thankfully it seemed like his nervousness had subsided for the most part now.

After waiting for several moments, you began to move the dildo in small circles, testing how comfortable he felt with the act. As expected, he tensed up when the faux penis pressed against his prostate, making him groan softly as you kept doing it. It wasn't long until you were able to notice the telltale signs of arousal starting to surface beneath his sweat covered skin, indicating that he was getting aroused by the sensations.

"So, does it hurt?" You asked, leaning forwards slightly so you can whisper directly into his ear.

"No, not really..." He whispered back quietly.

That made sense. A lot of guys tended to have trouble adjusting their bodies to accommodate such large objects. Thankfully though, Chan wasn't too bad about it. If anything, you were surprised that he managed to relax himself so easily despite his initial discomfort. That said, you weren't sure whether you should keep pushing him further, or stop right there.

Deciding to continue on for now, you sped things along a bit more, pumping the dildo in and out of him faster. The pace was still slow compared to what you usually liked to do, but you figured it would be enough to satisfy his needs. At least for now.

Chan moaned lowly as the dildo plunged inside of him repeatedly, squirming underneath your firm grip as he tried to remain calm. Your movements grew rougher over time, pounding the synthetic dick roughly into his quivering asshole as you fucked him relentlessly. Sweat dripped freely from both of your bodies as you continued fucking him, building up speed little by little.

The bed creaked loudly as you pounded away at his defenseless hole, slapping against the soft sheets as you drove the strap-on in and out of his tender rear entrance. Each thrust became increasingly harder, each smack louder than the last until finally you came to a halt. Panting lightly, you slowed your motions, withdrawing the phallus from his ass entirely.

"Huh..." Chan murmured weakly once you pulled out of him. "Why'd you stop? I didn't mind... Not one bit."

You grin evilly, pointing the fake cock with it's thick base upwards towards him. "I want you to try riding me for a minute. Give it a shot~"

Chan blinked a few times, clearly taken aback by your request, but after hesitantly nodding his head, lifting himself completely upwards. He then held onto your knees for support as he positioned the toy near his own crotch, and then lining it up with his puckered hole. Without another word spoken, he lowered himself backwards, impaled upon the large phallus all on his own.

"Ah!" He cried out sharply as he bottomed out, clenching tightly around the faux member buried within his rectum. "Guh, fuck..."

You smirk, thrusting up into him again as he starts riding the toy.

With each stroke, his hips moved up and down rapidly, grinding the fake cock between his cheeks. You reached out to him, grabbing hold of his hip bones and pulling him closer to you, making sure he stayed close while he rode the fake appendage. As soon as his thighs hit your sides, you grabbed them firmly and squeezed, holding him in place as you started bouncing him up and down on top of the dildo. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room as you took turns slamming the toy deep inside of him.

With each bounce, Chan's body shuddered slightly, moaning deeply as you forced the dildo inside of him deeper and deeper, eliciting even louder cries of pleasure from him every time you shoved the fake dick inside of his ass. After only a couple minutes, he got visibly tired from the activity, slowing down considerably. You get the hint, smirking as you lifted him up a little higher, allowing the dildo to slip out of his tight hole.

"Let's stop for now," You told him, letting go of his thigh and resting him down gently on the mattress. "It looks like you're pretty exhausted now."

Chan nods slowly, breathing heavily as you lay next to him, watching him closely as you wait patiently. Eventually, he begins to breathe normally again, relaxing under your watchful gaze. You smile softly at him, kissing his cheek before laying your hand on his forehead, stroking his hair lovingly.

Lee Minho / Minho nearly choked on his drink, spitting it out onto the ground before wiping his mouth. The room was silent for a few seconds as he all processed what you'd said, and then he burst into laughter—a deep belly laugh that seemed to shake him up inside.

"I-It's not funny! I'm serious!" You snapped at him, but he just kept laughing until tears were streaming down his face.

He stopped eventually, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and wiped them clean. Little giggles came from him every now and again, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you couldn't help but think how cute that sound was. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and you hated that you liked it so much. Pouting, you turned away from him to focus on something else, but he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you toward him.

"Sorry, sorry, I know," Minho apologized through more giggles, "But it's just that... why would you want to peg me of all people?

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Of course, he'd ask that question. You knew he would have a problem with it, no matter who asked first. But there had been an undeniable spark between you two since you got here. And while part of you wanted nothing to do with that feeling because it could lead nowhere good, another piece of you felt like you needed this connection right now. He wasn't exactly making things easier by being such a jerk sometimes, but if you ignored everything else about him, maybe you could overlook that. Maybe.

"Well?" He prompted when you still hadn't answered his question. His grip tightened around your wrist.

The thought of doing anything sexual with him gave you chills. Not in a bad way, mind you; rather, they were electrifying. Your body tingled everywhere, nervousness rushing through you at the idea of putting yourself out there in front of him. Asking Minho to just fuck you might be one thing, but getting the golden chance to shove something inside him... well, that sounded too risky. If it hurt or went wrong somehow, you weren't sure how he would react. Would he forgive you for hurting him? Probably not. That would probably kill whatever bond existed between you two, which would suck.

And yet... knowing he might actually consider doing it with you was almost enough to make your decision easy. Almost. You took a long sip of water instead, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight trembling of your hands. Then, after a moment spent staring off into space, you finally looked over at him.

His cheeks were red, his smile wide and innocent looking, and those rich brown eyes were sparkling like crazy. For some reason, it struck you as really sexy. All you wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him, feel his lips against yours, taste that sweet, spicy flavor of his breath. But you forced yourself to keep your distance, trying hard to look unaffected by the mocking laughter from earlier that escaped his mouth.

"Beacause... um..." You started slowly, "I think you'd like it."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows rose, and he grinned widely. "What makes you say that?"

Your throat suddenly closed up. This conversation was going downhill fast, and you weren't ready for it. So, you decided to change tactics and try a different approach.

"Well, I've been reading about the male anatomy lately," you lied smoothly. "Apparently... uhm... there's this prostate gland... and apparently it feels pretty nice to have stimulated, so... I figured we should give it a shot, see how you like it."

That drew a surprised chuckle from him, but he didn't seem upset or angry. In fact, his expression softened slightly.

"Yeah, okay," He replied casually, reaching for your glass and taking a big gulp of water. When he set the cup aside, his gaze fell on you once again. "You've got my attention now. When did you find out about it?"

You swallowed nervously. You knew he'd call bullshit on you in a heartbeat if he found out you'd never done any research on the subject before. Still, you couldn't let him win this round. There was something important behind all these words you'd chosen carefully. Something you hoped would get through to him.

"A couple months ago," You lie once more, forcing yourself to speak confidently. "O-On a random website someone sent me...."

The corner of Minho's lip twitched upward, and you felt a little relieved. At least he didn't seem to suspect anything yet, despite what you said. Looking at the ground, you for him to consider it, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

After several seconds of silence, Minho finally spoke again. "Fine."

You glanced up quickly. The teasing tone had disappeared from his voice, replaced by curiosity and concern—and perhaps a hint of hope. He was giving you the benefit of doubt, and you appreciated that.

"But, if I don't like it, you gotta stop."

You nodded silently, swallowing hard. What came next was the hardest part: bringing the toy and lube into view. You stood up and walked across the room, stopping beside the bed where the box sat under the pillow. With shaky fingers, you reached down and grabbed it, holding it up high for Minho to see.

He watched you intently, his face turning even paler than usual. A small blush colored his cheeks, and he seemed to struggle with himself for a few moments, then finally made up his mind. He stepped toward you, began to undress without saying a word, and threw his clothes onto the floor near the wall. By the time he was completely naked, you held the package open, revealing the strap-on within. It was about seven inches long and tapered at both ends, making it look much smaller than its actual size.

Minho stopped right in front of you, watching your every move with great interest. Even though you could barely contain your nerves, you tried to act normally, acting cool while you waited for him to make the first move. After another minute passed, you realized he wasn't going to do it—that is, unless you asked him outright.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and faced him. "C-Can you bend over? And spread your legs?"

He stared back at you for a second, obviously confused by the request. Then, slowly, he bent down until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees apart. The bright pink hole between his thighs was visible beneath his skin. As he straightened up, you moved closer, bending down and grabbing hold of the base of the fake dick. Your heart raced inside your chest, but you kept your head steady and focused, not allowing fear to cloud your thoughts.

Strapping the harness tightly around your waist, you placed one end of the dildo against the opening of Minho's ass. He tensed immediately, pushing away from you, but you pressed harder, keeping it firmly planted against his body. You leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear.

"It'll be alright. Just relax."

He looked back at you, his brow furrowed deeply, eyes filled with worry. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. You pulled off the plastic cap and squeezed some lubricant onto your finger. Moving forward, you pushed it past the ring and gently inserted it into Minho's asshole. He grunted loudly as soon as it touched the sensitive area, but he relaxed after only a moment.

Once the tip was fully embedded, you took your index finger and ran it along the shaft, coating it generously in lube. You then returned to Minho's rear entrance and slid your other hand underneath his ballsack, squeezing them lightly. His cock grew instantly, bobbing up and down with each movement. You smiled, happy to see him responding to your touch.

"See? It's not so bad, right?" You whispered in his ear, running your tongue along the shell of it.

His breathing sped up noticeably. He bit his lower lip, nodding slightly. You released his testicles and brought your hands up to the sides of his hips.

"Speak for yourself," Minho mumbled, still looking worried. But you saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He wanted to try it just as badly as you did. "I'm still not sure I wanna go through with this shit."

You giggled, taking that statement as a challenge. "Well, we're already here. Might as well give it a shot."

He shook his head adamantly, but you were too far gone now; there was no way you'd back down. Taking his chin in your hands, you forced his gaze toward yours. "Just think of how good it will feel when I start moving my hips..."

As you talked, you slowly insert the toy without him noticing, feeling it slide deeper into his body. When you hit bottom, he let out a sharp gasp and nearly jumped up, but you gripped his shoulders and held him still. Slowly, you began rocking your hips, thrusting the thick cock inside him. He moaned loudly, moaning incoherently as he felt more and more of the rubber phallus invade his insides.

At first, you started slow, easing the toy in and out of his ass, letting it stretch his tight hole before continuing. But once he got used to the sensation and accepted it into his body, you picked up speed. Soon enough, he was fucking back, meeting each stroke of your hips with one of his own. You grinned widely, loving the sight of him pumping away behind you as you fucked his ass.

After several minutes, you slowed down again, wanting to take things slower, enjoying the experience. You glanced at him often, seeing the lustful expression on his face and knowing exactly what he was thinking: That he wished you would fuck him like this all night long.

But you didn't want to rush anything. This time, you made sure to push the dildo in nice and deep before withdrawing completely, causing him to grunt audibly. Again, you repeated the process, building up speed gradually until you reached full force, pounding hard against his butt cheeks. He cried out louder than ever, gasping for air as he struggled to keep up with your movements.

"D-Damnit...!" He yelled, sweat dripping from his forehead. "That feels amazing! Keep going, please, don't stop—"

The words died in Minho's throat as you suddenly stopped, pulling out entirely and turning around. Before he could say another word, you flipped him over and grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He squirmed, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip.

"What are you doing?!" He shouted, struggling even harder. "L-Let me go!"

You smirked, pressing your lips against his neck and inhaling deeply. A shiver went down his spine as you nibbled playfully along his flesh. The smell of his skin and the taste of his salty sweat sent a wave of desire coursing through you. You broke contact, standing upright and holding him by his arms while staring directly into his eyes.

"Are you ready to admit defeat yet?" You asked, your voice low and seductive.

Minho gulped, looking panicked. He nodded quickly, though you weren't convinced. In fact, you knew he wasn't lying—he really did want this. But if he thought he could win against you, then he had another thing coming.

"Screw you..." He muttered, blushing furiously.

Seo Changbin /You held Changbin's thick thighs up against his body, feeling the muscles in them bunch and flex with each breath. You took a moment to look into his eyes, which were closed as he savored your touch on him. His face was flushed pink from arousal, but you could tell that it wasn't just because of what was roughly being stuffed into his ass.

He looked at peace; contentment spread across every inch of skin that showed under his robes. It made your heart swell seeing how much pleasure this simple act brought him. Your thrusts became deeper now, more deliberate than before. The sound of flesh smacking together filled the room, making both of you groan loudly when something hit Changbin's prostate. He moaned softly again while grinding down onto your cock inside of him, trying to get even closer.

"Mm..." Changbin hummed around a kiss as you kept moving your hips back and forth slowly within his tight confines. "Y-You don't have to be gentle, y'know? I can take it."

The way he said 'can' sounded like an offer instead of a request or statement, so you obliged without hesitation. With both hands still gripping his thigh for support, you pushed forward harder until he let out another low moan. You didn't stop there though, not by far. Once Changbin had adjusted to having your cock fully buried in his ass once again, you began fucking him faster. Each time you slammed home, he would grunt louder than the last.

A few times you felt him tighten up on your shaft, only adding fuel to your desire to pound him mercilessly. His soft whimpers grew steadily louder, turning into long drawn-out cries. Changbin's whole body shook beneath yours after one particularly hard stroke, causing you to slam all the way in deep enough to make his teeth clack audibly together.

As if spurred on by this new development, you picked up speed further, pounding his ass relentlessly. His legs quivered uncontrollably underneath you, twitching occasionally whenever you bottomed out inside of him. Your breathing started getting ragged too, matching Changbin's heavy panting.

Both of you were covered in sweat from the exertion, but neither seemed ready to give in yet. Not wanting to disappoint him any longer than necessary, you slowed things down slightly, using your free hand to rub his stomach. It elicited a pleased little growl from his throat, along with several pleasurable shudders running through his entire frame.

It almost broke your rhythm entirely when you saw Changbin bite down on his lower lip, leaving red marks behind. If anything, it made you go harder – determined to see those marks turn into bruises. However, you managed to keep yourself from going overboard, stopping short of breaking his skin. Instead, you leaned over him, pressing your chest against his back.

This allowed you to nip gently at his neck and shoulder, earning you a cute mewl from the other man. After several minutes spent enjoying each other's company, you finally pulled away.

Changbin gasped sharply when you moved, letting his head fall backwards as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't blame him either; you'd been pretty rough earlier. But then again, that was exactly why Changbin enjoyed taking it. That and the fact that he knew how good it would feel to have a fake dick inside of him later tonight. He turned to look at you with a dazed expression, giving you a sweet smile despite everything he must've been feeling right about now. But, he was extremely horny, and it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

So, you decided to do just that.

"I want...to cum," Changbin murmured huskily, his voice barely audible above the sounds of panting. "Please?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching up to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead. "How could I refuse such an adorable request? Here, lean forward a bit."

As soon as he did, you grabbed hold of his wrist and guided his hand to his own erection. Changbin obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing firmly. The sight of his pale hand wrapped around his thick cock sent tingles throughout your entire body. When Changbin began stroking himself off, you watched intently, mesmerized by the slow movements.

Seeing him so focused on his orgasm made you start thinking about what else might happen tonight. You wondered if Changbin wanted to try anal sex again sometime. After all, he'd done it willingly enough already, albeit reluctantly. Maybe he found the experience enjoyable, since he never mentioned complaining afterward. Then again, maybe he liked the idea because it helped him forget about the worries of the world. Either way, it wasn't something you planned on doing anytime soon. There were plenty of ways to please each other, even without penetration.

"I'm gonna start moving again, okay?" You told Changbin, who nodded obediently.

Then you resumed pumping Changbin's ass roughly, watching closely as he jerked himself off furiously below. He came quickly, moaning loudly as he shot rope after rope onto the sheets. And while it certainly looked hot as hell, you weren't quite satisfied yet. No, you wanted more. Something deeper, darker, and infinitely dirtier.

With a wicked smirk on your face, you reached between your thighs and undo the harness holding up your faux cock. You slid it out carefully, making sure to leave the straps intact. Once it was completely removed, you tossed it aside, leaving nothing to block the view of your bare crotch.

For a moment, you simply admired Changbin's flushed cheeks as he continued rubbing his hand over himself. The sight of him like that only served to get you hornier still. With a low chuckle, you straddle his waist, sliding your hips directly atop his erect shaft. Your slick folds rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

But instead of sinking down on top of him, you stayed where you were, hovering over him for a few moments. You gave him time to adjust to your presence before shifting your weight forward, sitting flush against Changbin's pelvis. Then you took advantage of your position, leaning forwards until your breasts pressed against his chest. A second later, you lowered yourself slowly, allowing Changbin's cock to slide fully inside of you.

The sensation was intense. His cock filled you completely, stretching you tight. It also felt incredibly warm and inviting, especially compared to the cool air conditioning flowing through the room. For a brief moment, you worried that he might be too big for you to handle. Thankfully, however, he fit snugly within you, not causing you any discomfort whatsoever. In fact, the thought of being impaled on his cock had you gasping in surprise, delighting Changbin.

He moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close.

His hands roamed freely over your curves, groping and caressing every inch of your body. As he did, you lifted your upper half slightly higher, tilting your torso downwards. This allowed you to move your hips more easily, rocking them side-to-side. At first, this caused the friction from your movement to rub against Changbin's balls. However, after a short period of experimentation, you figured out how best to work with it, adjusting your rhythm accordingly.

In no time at all, he bucked upwards into you, slamming his cock deep inside of you over and over again. Each stroke pushed you further along the bed, forcing your legs apart wider than they ever had been before. Yet, thanks to the angle, neither of you suffered any pain or discomfort. Instead, you reveled in the blissful sensations flooding your senses, enjoying the wild ride as it unfolded beneath you.

It didn't take long for you two to reach a feverish pace together. You bounced wildly atop Changbin's lap, riding him hard and fast. The force of each thrust forced your tits to bounce obscenely, jiggling lewdly as you rode him. They shook uncontrollably, slapping against his chest and stomach. Meanwhile, your clit throbbed relentlessly, begging to be touched. But there would come a time when you got to enjoy those pleasures, much sooner than expected.

Just as you started to feel lightheaded, Changbin groaned deeply, arching backwards sharply. Before you knew what was happening, he threw his head back and let loose a loud scream. Spurt after spurt of cum sprayed inside of your pussy, filling you full to bursting point. You gasped reflexively, feeling some of the hot fluid spill outwards and run down your inner thighs.

However, most of it remained trapped inside of you, adding another layer of lubrication to your insides.

As Changbin panted heavily, his entire body tensed tightly. He kept thrusting rapidly, but now his motions were erratic and uncontrolled. You couldn't tell whether he was trying to fuck you harder or just prolong the pleasure by going faster. Either way, it worked well enough; you could feel your climax approaching swiftly. Just seconds later, you exploded in a rush of ecstasy, screaming out his name as you were ready to lose control entirely.

"Changbin!" You cried breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "Oh god! I'm coming... oh my fucking god..."

You thrashed about madly, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

Every muscle in your body seized up as you shuddered violently, crying out Changbin's name once more as your orgasm hit its peak. It lasted far longer than your previous ones had, wracking you with an unending series of mind-melting orgasms. Even so, you managed to stay on top of him for several more minutes afterwards, riding his dick as though possessed. Only then did you finally collapse forward, collapsing atop of his chest.

Both of you lay motionless upon the bed, spent and exhausted beyond measure. Eventually, you found the strength to sit upright, pushing off of Changbin's chest and lying next to him on the bed. You kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling happily. "We should do that again sometime."

Changbin smiled shyly, kissing you back. "I'd like that,"

Hwang Hyunjin / Hyunjin's tongue hung gently out of his mouth, and his eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he continued to feel you pound inside him like a jackhammer. His legs were wrapped tightly around your waist, holding on for dear life while his arms squeeze onto neck for support, so that he wouldn't fall off against the wall behind him. You could tell how much more turned-on he was now than before by the way his breathing became heavier with each thrust into him.

Your own stamina wasn't doing too bad either; it felt good enough to keep going at this pace for quite some time if need be...

The room was filled with moans of ecstasy and gasps of breath as Hyunjin's head tilted backwards towards the ceiling again. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the entire bedroom, making it seem almost surrealistic to hear such loud noises coming from both you two. You could hear how loose he'd gotten around the toy; it's slickness coated every inch of skin between his cheeks, making them look wet enough to for the lubricant run down over his thighs.

"Mm... Mmph..." Hyunjin mewled into your ear before moaning again when you reached up and grabbed hold of his hips tightly, causing him to buck wildly under your grip. "Fuck yes! Oh god fuck me!"

You chuckle in response, leaning forward slightly so that your lips would brush against his cheek lightly. He shivered at the contact but didn't pull away. Your hand then slipped underneath his ass to grab onto his bare hip bone instead, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks on his smooth flesh. It made you smile just thinking about what he must have looked like right now – all flushed and sweaty, covered in sweat stains, panting heavily while being pounded mercilessly by you.

Hyunjin was too far gone already to do anything but enjoy it, whimpering and crying out with every thrust you gave him. Even though he was clearly close to orgasm himself, his cock remained rock solid through it all. In fact, even after you slowed down the speed of your strokes, it still took another few minutes until he finally let go of one last shuddery moan, shooting rope after thick spurt of cum all over your stomach.

His body trembles beneath yours, and his toes curl weakly as his muscles begin to relax. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face once his breathing starts calming down, leaving only the faintest hint of perspiration coating his forehead and chest.

Although, you weren't quite done yet yourself...

Without any hesitation, you push yourself completely upright, forcing the dildo so deep within Hyunjin's tight hole that he lets out an involuntary gasp of pain.

He quickly recovers however, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a scream while looking up at you pleadingly. You grin playfully, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy firmly between your fingers before pulling it slowly out of him. Once it pops free, you shove it back inside with ease, eliciting another soft cry of pleasure from Hyunjin along with a sharp intake of breath.

His knees bend slightly to help relieve some pressure, allowing you to pump faster without having to worry about hurting him further. As long as he can handle the sensation, there shouldn't be any problem.

After several more seconds of this, you decide to switch things up a little bit, grabbing hold of his ankles and spreading them wide apart.

This causes his buttcheeks to spread open, revealing the pink inner lining of his asshole. You couldn't help but notice how swollen it appeared compared to earlier; the entrance was stretched past its limits thanks to your relentless pounding, creating a nice puffy ring around the opening that glistened with a thin layer of saliva. The cold wall behind him also added to the pleasurable feeling, sending pleasant jolts of electricity coursing through his spine.

You take advantage of this, plunging deeper into him with every stroke, driving the toy deep into his depths.

The tip of the toy rubs against something sensitive inside him, causing his whole body to tense up and twitch uncontrollably. You knew exactly where it was located, since you had taken care of it during the first round. The first time you did it, it caused Hyunjin to jerk violently, letting out a loud shriek which left you laughing in amusement. But now? Now he seemed perfectly fine with it, taking a moment to rest his chin upon your shoulder while giving you a contented sigh.

"You really like this that, huh?" You chuckled throatily, reaching up to stroke his dark hair affectionately. "Having a girl pegging you like I am~?"

He whined softly in reply, pushing his ass back against the strap-on teasingly. "Y-Yeah... Mmm."

It pleased you immensely seeing how much he enjoyed getting fucked like this. This was certainly different than what you were used to, but that didn't mean it wouldn't feel amazing. And judging from the way he was reacting to your thrusts, he definitely agreed with you.

You continue moving your hips in circles, enjoying the sight of his plump butt bouncing off your lap each time you drive your dick home. Every inch of Hyunjin's body was taut and trembling, quivering with blissful moans escaping his mouth every time you hit a particularly good spot. With each passing second, he grew closer towards climax, his thighs growing tighter around your waist, his legs becoming weaker. By the time you felt his body stiffen beneath you, you could tell he was ready for release.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Y-Yeah." He gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "It feels great, yeah... Feels so good..."

His words only encouraged you to move faster, pumping your shaft harder and deeper into his hot insides. You wanted to give him everything he needed, wanting to make sure that he came undone right here, under your control. After all, you made it clear to him that this would be a night filled with sexual debauchery, and he hadn't disappointed you thus far.

"Fuck!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, throwing his head backwards and clutching your shoulders tightly. "R-Right there... Right fucking there— ah, shit!"

You could hear his breath quickening, the sound of his heavy pants echoing off the walls. His cock still raged between his thighs, twitching rapidly and begging to be released. Without warning, you wrap your palm around his shaft and squeezed firmly, eliciting a strangled gasp from Hyunjin's mouth.

You stroked him slowly until he stopped moving entirely, just staring right at your hand as you worked it over his dick.

Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip of his cock, dribbling down your wrist and dripping onto the floor below. You smile sweetly at him, rubbing your thumb gently across the underside of his cockhead. A few more strokes later, and his entire body began to shake.

Not even bothering to look away, you watched his face contort into a grimace as he reached his limit, cumming hard all over your fist.

The force of his orgasm sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his frame, making him writhe helplessly beneath your grip. Your other hand gripped his hip tightly, holding him steady enough that he didn't fall forward or lose balance completely. When he finally finished shooting ropes of seed all over your fingers, you let go of his erection and moved your arm aside, watching him carefully.

Hyunjin's breathing returned to normal after a minute, panting heavily as he stared up at you. He gave you a small nod before looking down at himself, noticing the mess he'd created on his stomach and chest. His cheeks flushed red as he looked up again, meeting your gaze with an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry about that," He muttered sheepishly, averting his eyes. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to these sorts of things... Guess I went overboard..."

You chuckle quietly, leaning in close to press a kiss against his forehead. "Don't worry too much about it. The show you gave me earlier was plenty worth it~"

Han Jisung /A string of small giggles left Jisung's mouth, along with a contagious smile that made you crack one too. But unlike him, you had to focus on the task at hand—to get him prepare for the lewd activities he was about to experience tonight. You could tell by his expression and how flustered he looked underneath your hands as they ran down over every inch of skin between them that he wasn't exactly in an aroused state right now, but there were ways around this problem...

"You're so soft," You said while tracing circles all across his chest. "And warm..."

He shivered under your touch even more than before and let out another laugh, which only served to make you grin wider. This is what you wanted: His mind off everything else except for the pleasure coming up soon enough. And it seemed like you'd succeeded because when you moved back up again, he didn't seem quite as nervous or uptight anymore.

In fact, he actually looked relaxed!

Your lips trailed lower towards his neck once ; kissing each spot where your fingers touched just below his collarbone until finally reaching those thick pecs. The muscles beneath your fingertips flexed slightly from the stimulation, causing some of his hard-earned sweat to bead against his taut flesh. Your tongue snaked out into playfully lick one side of his neck, then the other.

When you reached the nape of his neck, you bit softly at his shoulder blade, making sure not to draw blood. Just a small bite would do, though; enough to leave a mark without doing any real damage. A few minutes later and you were done teasing him completely, leaving no trace of your kisses behind besides that slight redness on his skin.

Jisung breathed deeply, trying to calm himself after such a rough session of foreplay. It felt good to be taken care of, especially since he hadn't gotten much practice with this sort of thing lately. Most people tended to prefer going straight for sex instead of taking their time to really enjoy themselves first. But then again, most people weren't you. You loved to take things slow, savor every moment of intimacy before getting down to business. Which is why you took the initiative and started stroking his cock through his pants, slowly working yourself closer and closer to the end result.

After several seconds of rubbing his shaft, however, he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Um... I think I'm ready for... you know."

He blushed lightly, embarrassed despite being half naked already. He knew what you wanted, but he couldn't help feeling shy asking for it.

After all, this was new territory for both of you, even if you've been together long enough to have experimented with various kinks. But, that didn't stop you from pushing forward, grabbing hold of the waistband of his underwear and yanking it down roughly, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Then, you pulled his boxers off next, revealing his erect length fully.

Even though it wasn't completely hard just yet, it's thickness still made it still stand out from the rest of his body. You licked your lips hungrily as you stared at it, admiring its shape and size. However, the real prize was hidden between those two plumpy globes. So, you quickly grabbed ahold of his ass cheek and squeezed firmly, eliciting an adorable squeak from the singer. Jisung's eyes widened and he glanced down nervously, but you merely smiled reassuringly.

"Relax," You whispered, giving his buttock a playful smack. "It'll feel better if you don't tense up."

The comment brought a smile to his face and he nodded hesitantly, biting his lip as he closed his eyes tight. But when you pressed your palm flat against his hole, he tensed up again, almost instinctively. You didn't mind, though; it gave you something to work with.

So, you began rubbing your finger against his entrance, spreading your saliva onto his smooth skin as well as adding lubrication. Once you got used to the texture, you pushed further inside, allowing yourself to sink deeper and deeper into his tight little hole. Each thrust caused him to moan softly, but he kept quiet otherwise. As you continued to push your digit in and out of his rear, he gradually grew accustomed to the sensation. Soon, his moans turned to whimpers, followed by grunts.

His breathing became heavier, more labored, as he tried to keep control of his voice. However, that proved impossible for someone who had never experienced anal penetration before. Especially not from somebody like you, who knows exactly how to use her tools.

Eventually, Jisung could barely contain himself anymore.

With a loud gasp, he arched his back, forcing you to pull your hand away briefly lest you hurt him too badly. That, combined with his bucking hips and the way he clamped down tightly around your finger, made you realize that you should probably give him a minute before continuing. When you withdrew your digits, he sighed loudly, panting heavily as he regained his breath.

Jisung leaned back against the bed, relaxing his legs and arms so that they fell limply to either side. Then, he opened his eyes and looked over at you, grinning sheepishly.

"Please, tell me that was it?" Jisung asked, sounding eager rather than afraid now. "I'm practically dying here..."

You laughed softly, running your fingers along the length of his dick, which was now softening slightly.

"Nope! That was just the appetizer!" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

You quickly pointing towards the strap-on dildo lying on top of the dresser across the room, where it sat alongside a bottle of oil. Jisung's gaze followed yours until finally he understood what you meant. His cheeks darkened, but he grinned widely anyway.

"Oh, yeah? And what about dessert?" He said playfully, reaching forwards and pulling you close.

As soon as his mouth came down upon yours, you wrapped one arm around his neck and snaked another under his leg, hooking your toes behind his thigh. This allowed you to easily lift his other knee up high, exposing his anus once more. Before you could do anything else, however, Jisung suddenly switched up the laying positions.

You let out a surprised squeal, but only for a brief second – because before you could say or do anything, Jisung had pinned your shoulders down to the mattress. Your struggles were futile, though, since he held you down effortlessly. In fact, you weren't even sure how he managed to get so much leverage in such little time. All you really saw was his bulging crotch right above your head, and then...

A sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen as he forced his cock into you.

The suddenness caught you off guard, causing you to cry out sharply. Jisung immediately froze, worried that he might be hurting you, but after a quick glance upwards, you reassured him that everything was okay. He relaxed somewhat, but he did continue moving slowly at first, taking care not to go any faster than necessary. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached down to grab both of your hands, bringing them together to form a cross.

"You didn't think I was going to let you stick that thing inside me without putting up some sort of fight, did you?" Jisung chuckled, still keeping his weight on your torso while using your wrists to hold you steady.

"Of course not!" You replied, returning his smirk. "But, it's still happenin' whether you want it to or not!"

He smirked again, clearly pleased by this response. It wasn't long before he sped up, pushing his hips forward forcefully each time. Even though you felt a bit sore already, there was no stopping him. Not with those big brown puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours and that wicked grin plastered on his lips. You knew full well that he'd never stop unless you told him to. So, instead of resisting further, you simply accepted the inevitable. After all, if he wanted to fuck you hard enough to make you scream, then who were you to argue?

Besides, you liked having his cock buried deep inside you. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could take him whenever you wanted.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves lost in a heated rhythm. One moment he would be fucking you slow and gentle, giving you plenty of time to adjust, and the next he would pick things up considerably. There were times when he would push in hard and fast, slamming you against the sheets, and others where he took it easy, caressing your inner walls gently. Regardless, he always gave you ample opportunity to catch your breath between thrusts, making sure that neither of you ever got tired.

However, despite Jisung's efforts to pace himself, you couldn't help but notice something. As much as he went at you relentlessly, he kept glancing back at the strap-on dildo sitting on top of the dresser every few seconds. Every single time, his expression turned from lustful to curious and eventually, a blushing mess.

"Jisung?" You whispered, catching onto his behavior. When he didn't answer, you wave your hand his face, trying to draw his attention away from the toy. "Earth to Jisung."

"Huh!?" He jumped, startled by your voice. "What?"

"Hehe, I thought you're going to put up a fight? Or was that just an act?" You teased, taking this chance to push him back down onto the mattress. "Hm~?"

His cheeks flushed bright red, and he looked away awkwardly. However, you noticed that he hadn't tried to stop you yet, either. Instead, he's let's you move freely, allowing you to tower over him like you did earlier. The difference being that this time, you weren't going to let him take back that power, no matter how much he struggled.

"Don't worry," You cooed, leaning down and kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'm gonna finish you off good tonight..."

It was only then that he realized what you meant. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw dropped open. But, it was far too late now. You gently slide off him and reach for the strap-on, slipping it into place quickly. Then, you straddled his waist, pressing yourself firmly against him. Just as he began to protest, you leaned in close, whispering in his ear seductively:

"And don't you dare try to resist."

With those ending words, you plunge your dick deep inside his tight ass. And just like that, his resistance disappeared completely. From here on out, he wouldn't have any choice but to submit to whatever you wished. No longer able to hide behind his usual bravado, he threw his head so fast that you're afraid he might have gotten whiplash. All that remained was a whimper, which was soon replaced with a low groan of pleasure.

The feeling of your shaft sliding inside him was unlike anything else.

While Jisung had been pretty loose around his entrance already, this new position made everything even tighter. With each stroke, you pushed deeper into him, until finally hitting bottom. Your pelvis pressed against his own, eliciting another moan from him as the two of you locked in a passionate kiss once more. This time, however, it lasted several minutes rather than mere seconds. Soon, both of you were panting heavily, desperate for oxygen after such vigorous activity.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you saw that Jisung's breathing was coming faster and heavier, almost as if he were about to pass out. In fact, it seemed like he was struggling to stay conscious, so you decided to give him a helping hand. Leaning in close, you slid one of your hands under his neck and lifted his body into the air, placing his chest directly above your own. That way, you could easily grab hold of his shoulders and move much more freely.

"Mmph... Ahh..." Jisung moaned, shuddering as you started to pump harder and faster inside him. "Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him gazing up at you lovingly.

He must have loved seeing you dominate him like this, because he practically radiated bliss. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, arching his hips upwards desperately. Each movement caused him to gyrate his ass against the fake cock, milking it mercilessly. At last, his orgasm hit him like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy through his entire body. A slutty smile spread across his lips, and he buried them into your neck.

After a while, you slowed your movements down, gradually pulling out of his ass. He collapsed onto the bed beneath you, gasping for air as you laid atop him. Both of you stayed still for a moment, recovering from your exertion. Eventually, you rolled onto your side next to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"Looks like I win this round, and every other battle between us from now on," You chuckled lightly, stroking his hair affectionately. "How do you feel?"

"Ugh, I can barely stand straight right now," He wheezed, clutching his stomach. "But, count me in for all those future battles~"

Lee Felix /Felix's gag reflex was always strong. So, he could easily take the dildo you've been forcefully shoving down his throat without gagging or vomiting at all. However, you did notice a couple tears pooling in his eyes, which prompts you to lift his head up for a quick moment, just long enough so that he can see your face before lowering it back down again and forcing another inch of cock into his mouth.

You're not sure if this is was the bestest way to lubricant the toy, but after some experimentation with different techniques on yourself over the past few months, you figure out how much spit will be needed by applying it directly onto the shaft first. You then start moving faster as Felix sucks harder than ever before.

His jaw starts hurting pretty badly now since he has no choice but to keep sucking against the force being applied from behind him, causing more tears to form around his eyes. But these are quickly wiped away when you feel like he's had enough practice under his belt already. It doesn't hurt too bad though because you know what comes next...

"Damn, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?" Felix whined between heavy breaths while looking up at you through teary eyes. "I mean, I don't mind dying here, but..."

He said those last words sarcastically, yet they still manage to get a chuckle out of you despite feeling guilty about using such cruel methods. After all, he really does look rather pathetic right now; drooling on himself with his hair messed up and sweat dripping off his forehead and cheeks. He even looks quite sexy, especially given the circumstances. His lips are redder than usual due to having spent most of its time wrapped around the strap-on's thick base, making them appear moist and plump.

The sight alone makes your panties dampen slightly.

"It'll be worth it," You tell him reassuringly, wiping away some of the saliva for his freckled cheek. "Just hold on tight."

With that, you grab both sides of his head with one hand and guide his face towards yours. Your kiss is soft, tender, and filled with lust. And judging by the moans coming out of Felix's mouth, it seems like he enjoyed it just as much.

As soon as you pull away from each other, he opens wide once more and takes the entire toy's length inside his mouth. You gasp, surprised at how deep he managed to suck the thing down into his throat. Not only that, but you also noticed that he kept his tongue pressed flat against the underside of the shaft.

Your fingers run through his hair gently while watching his impressive performance. There were times where he'd stop briefly to catch his breath, allowing you to remove the dildo from his mouth before sliding it back in. When finally you decided he's had enough, however, you slowly withdraw the strap-on until just the tip remained buried within his mouth.

This causes Felix to whimper softly, but you didn't have any intention of letting go of him just yet.

"You're doing so well, Lixie!" You praise him warmly, stroking his hair lovingly. "But, there's something else I want to try now."

After removing your hands from his head, you grab the end of the harness, pulling it away from Felix's body entirely. Now free, he immediately lay's down onto his back, ready for you to mount him. With his legs spread open before him, you place the base of the strap-on firmly against his entrance and press forward. At first, nothing happens except for the slight stretching sensation felt along his ass crack, but after a few seconds of gentle pressure, you feel it slip inside. Felix lets out an audible moan at this point, unable to hide the fact that he's enjoying this new experience.

"C-Carful with that thing... my butt isn't used to it yet." Felix stammers, clearly struggling to speak properly due to the overwhelming sensations coursing throughout his whole body. "Just a little bit further..."

Despite hearing his pleas, you continue pushing deeper inside his hole. A little bit of pain is expected considering he hasn't taken anything that large before, but the amount of pleasure he feels from the fullness filling him up is far greater than what he imagined. He begins panting heavily as you sink further inside, burying almost half the strap-on inside his asshole. Once you reach his deepest parts, you pause momentarily to let his body adjust to the size of the toy. Eventually, Felix stops struggling and relaxes completely beneath you.

"I'm good," He whispers. "Keep going."

At this, you begin moving back and forth, taking advantage of his loose sphincter. Every thrust brings a small cry from Felix's lips, making you smile knowingly at the sound. He loves this kind of attention, and it shows by the way his hips move involuntarily underneath you. Soon, you can see why: his cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He must've been excited after sucking on the strap-on earlier, which explains the sudden surge of blood rushing to his length.

As if sensing his need, you lean over and take his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue across the sensitive head. His groan of ecstasy vibrates through the bed sheets, sending shivers of delight running down your spine. You could do this forever, but eventually you realize that the longer you wait to start fucking him, the harder it will become. So, instead of prolonging the inevitable, you switch back to pounding his ass with long strokes. Each one sends another cry of pleasure from Felix's mouth, making you smirk happily. It was nice knowing someone liked getting their hole pounded so much.

Felix has never experienced sex like this before, nor did he expect it would feel as amazing as it does when he's penetrated. From the moment you inserted yourself inside him, every inch of his insides clenched tightly around your shaft. Even though he knew this should help ease him into accepting larger objects later on, the sheer intensity of the sensations caused by being stuffed made him lose control. The feeling of having a foreign object buried deep within his ass sent waves of arousal rippling through his entire body; all thanks to the unique stimulation provided by the strap-on.

You wasn't sure how much time passed between then and now, but you suddenly notice Felix's eyes fluttering shut.

All the teasing, the rough treatment, and even the intense anal penetration left him utterly drained. A cute pout forms on his face as he tries to keep himself awake, wanting to keep the pleasure coming, but his eyelids droop lower and lower. In no more than two minutes, Felix falls unconscious, leaving you alone atop his naked frame.

A satisfied chuckle escapes your lips as you get off him, removing the strap-on from his still twitching ass. You excepted this outcome since the beginning, nor were you mad about it either. After all, this was supposed to be fun and exciting for both of you, not some sort of punishment or chore. However, the fact that Felix lost consciousness only confirmed that you really are good at pleasing people, especially those who aren't accustomed to such pleasures.

With the dildo removed from his anus, you admire his sleeping form once again. His chest rises and falls rhythmically while his breathing slows down, signaling that he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. As tempting as it may have been to stay here and cuddle up next to him, you had quite the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"Geez, Felix. Why'd you have to fall asleep right before we finished? You sigh, shaking your head slightly, only for another smile to cross your features.

Kim Seungmin /Seungmin gave you an pretty unsure, like he normally does when something is bothering him. The odd sight of your fingers freely penetrating him wasn't excatly helping his mood either, and the fact you'd planned to peg him once you're done having toying around with his ass was making it even worse for him.

He couldn't help but moan out a little as he felt himself getting closer, just a little more teasing before letting loose on that tight hole. You, on the other hand, were on cloud nine at this point, feeling excitement bubbling up inside of you from what's about to happen. Your legs are shaking in anticipation, almost ready to explode if only Seungmin would let go already.

But he held back...for now.

"Come on, Seungmin. Don't be so stubborn." You tease, curling your fingers into tighter circles against his prostate while still moving them slowly within him. "I know you want me to fuck you~!"

"That's where you're wrong, Y/N." He grumbles softly, groaning under your ministrations as he feels himself get close again. "I don't know why I even agreed to do this..."

You chuckle quietly, biting down on his earlobe gently enough not to hurt.

The sudden touch startles him, causing him to tense up slightly, and then relaxes completely after hearing you purr next to him. His body starts shuddering lightly underneath yours, trembling ever so slightly every time one of your digits hit it's target.

It takes another minute or two before Seungmin finally does let go, moaning quietly as he explodes all over the place. It doesn't take long for you to feel the warmth seeping through the night air, which makes you giggle happily as you pull yourself away from his asshole. Once you've gotten far enough, you reach behind you and grab some lube off the nightstand, pouring it onto both hands.

"Mmhm," You hums contentedly as you press your palms together, coating your entire right palm in the slippery substance. "This'll be fun, trust me~"

His eyes widen as you spread your left hand apart, pressing the slick material against his entrance. However, you don't insert anything yet; instead opting to rub it across his perineum, giving him a few moments to adjust to whatever sensation is happening there. When he seems comfortable with that, you continue applying pressure until eventually slipping one finger back into him - stretching open those muscles wide before pulling it back out. Repeating this process several times before adding another digit, slowly working your way deeper and deeper into him each time.

By the third finger, you can hear Seungmin panting loudly as you push yourself further inside him, twisting your wrist every so often to make sure you keep hitting his G-spot without any problems. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body, his moans becoming increasingly louder as you work yourself in and out of him. After a bit longer, you add another finger, spreading them apart until you have four fingers buried deep inside him, pumping them in and out quickly.

"Oh god," He whimpers lowly, whimpering as he tries desperately to hold back from coming. "J-Just get this over with already, please..."

"Really!? You'll let me?" You ask curiously, shocked by how eager he sounds. "Alright, alright! Just give me a moment, okay? I'll go get it now!"

Running towards the bedside table, you open the drawer and rummage around for a second, pushing around various objects before finding what you're looking for. Pulling it out carefully, you turn back to face Seungmin who had been watching everything you did with growing curiosity, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal. Taking note of this, you move forward, kneeling between his thighs as you sit cross legged.

Holding the strap-on up high, you look at it intently, examining it's length.

It's black leather, decorated with a silver buckle at its tip, allowing it to be adjusted in size depending on whoever wears it. In your case, however, you could wear it comfortably thanks to your own measurements, making it easier than usual to slip it on. Once you're satisfied with the fit, you begin buckling it tightly in place, adjusting it to where you think it should be. With that taken care of, you stand back up, taking a step closer to Seungmin, who has stopped panting by now, simply staring blankly at you.

"Well, here goes nothing," You whisper softly, reaching down and grasping the base of the toy. "Are you ready?"

Seungmin nods weakly, swallowing thickly as you lean forward and press the head of the dildo against his entrance. He bites down on his lip nervously as you slide it along his wet flesh, inch by slow inch going deeper and deeper until you hit the bottom.

The feeling of having something shoved inside you always gets to you, no matter if it's an actual dick or just a fake one like this. However, when someone else is doing it...that somehow adds to the experience. As such, he gasps sharply as you force more and more of yourself inside him, filling him up completely. Before long, you stop moving altogether, letting him get used to the new sensation.

After about half a minute passes, you begin rocking your hips slightly, sliding yourself in and out of him while keeping your grip firm. This causes Seungmin to moan deeply, his legs shaking beneath you as you grind against his prostate. The sound alone is enough to make your pussy throb with need, but you ignore it, focusing solely on pleasuring him.

His chocolate brown eyes are glued to yours as you do, seeing the lustful glint in their depths as they gaze upon you. He lets out a soft groan, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you continue grinding against his prostate. That only encourages you to speed up, pounding himself hard against your pelvis until you're slamming into him roughly, slapping your breasts lightly against his chest. Each time you slam into him, he cries out wordlessly, his voice muffled by the cock stuffed inside of him.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" You breathe, smirking wickedly at him.

"Yes," He breathes shakily, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please."

With that, you pick up the pace once again, driving yourself into him with all your might. Your hips slap loudly against his pelvis, the noise echoing through the room as you pound him relentlessly. Seungmin doesn't even try holding back anymore, moaning breathlessly as you drive yourself onto him, ravaging him with each thrust.

A small amount of lube trickles out of his hole, adding lubrication to ease things along. Soon enough, you feel his tight muscles start clenching around the shaft, signaling that he's close to cumming.

Grinning darkly, you take advantage of this, speeding up your movements even further. Within moments, his hot load begins gushing forth, coating his chest with sticky ropes of cum. Watching it splatter across his skin makes you squirm in excitement, unable to resist leaning forward and kissing him. His lips part, giving way for you tongue to snake inside of his mouth, tangling itself within his own. You taste his flavor on your tongue, relishing it as you kiss him hungrily, devouring his warmth.

After a few minutes, you break off from the kiss, gazing at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily beside you.

"Holy shit..." You murmur quietly, grinning at him.

Seungmin looks embarrassed, averting his gaze shyly.

"Don't get cocky yet," He mutters, licking his lips.

Smirking, you reach over to the nightstand and retrieve some tissues, wiping away the mess on his chest. Once you've cleaned up, you toss them aside in a nearby by garbage can and grab hold of the strap-on, gently pulling it free of him. Slipping it back into the drawer, you then walk over to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the edge. Seungmin follows after a moment, crawling up, and cuddling against you.

Yang Jeongin /A little blush couldn't stop itself from spreading along Jeongin's cheeks. He'd been so silent for the past two minutes, watching you prep his hole with your fingers and lube up that he was practically a statue—until now. You had to admit though: he looked damn sexy when a bit flushed from embarrassment. His chestnut hair fell over his shoulders as it always did in this position, but there were more strands than usual today; they stuck out at odd angles like some sort of wild mane.

"I'm ready," He said after another minute passed by without any other words being exchanged between the both of you. "W-Wait, no..."

"It's fine." You smiled gently, trying not to make him feel pressured or anxious about anything else right now besides getting fucked.

If only he knew how much pleasure such a simple act could bring someone...but then again, maybe that would be too cruel. The last thing either one of you needed is for his first time to end in tears and pain.

You took hold of his cock with extreme care, stroking it slowly before leaning forward until your nose was inches away from its tip. It felt hot against your skin, pulsating beneath your touch every few seconds. You inhaled deeply, taking in all of his scent while simultaneously savoring the musky aroma filling the room around you. Your eyes widened slightly when you realized just what an incredible sight this made. This wasn't something that happened everyday, nor should it ever happen. And yet here you were, looking down upon the most beautiful cock in existence.

Your lips parted, letting out a soft sigh as you closed them tightly together once more. There was nothing left to do except take him into your mouth. As soon as those words crossed through your mind, you open wide, wrapping your hand firmly around his base to keep him steady. With slow, deliberate movements, you slid your head further onto his shaft, feeling the thick veins running alongside his length. You paused briefly, allowing yourself to adjust to his girth before sliding back off completely, leaving behind a trail of saliva trailing down his shaft.

The sensation alone caused him to groan softly. You grinned, knowing full well how much he loved having his dick sucked on. In response, you began bobbing your head up and down faster, eliciting even louder moans from Jeongin. His hips bucked involuntarily each time your tongue found its way inside his slit, which sent vibrations straight to your pussy. Even still, you kept going, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. After several more strokes, however, you heard him let out a muffled whimper, signaling that he was close to climaxing.

With one final thrust, he pulled you closer, burying himself deep within your throat. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you swallowed whatever cum came shooting out, swallowing it whole before pulling away. His penis twitched repeatedly before finally subsiding, giving you enough time to pull away and look up at him.

His face was beet red, his breathing ragged. Sweat dripped down his forehead, glistening across his brow as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Despite that fact, his expression remained blissful. His eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted hard against each other. But after everything, his smile never wavered.

"Ready now~?" You giggled playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he simply nodded and reached out for you, pulling you in close so that your bodies pressed flush against each other. His arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you tight as if afraid you might disappear anytime soon. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder, smiling fondly at how comfortable he seemed to be with you despite how new their relationship truly was.

After a moment of silence, Jeongin spoke up, breaking the spell of contentment hanging heavily above the room.

"Yeah..." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears. "Y-You can start now...if you want to."

You turned towards him, grinning brightly before pressing your lips against his. He responded enthusiastically, kissing you back passionately. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each others' mouths, tasting each other's saliva and sweetened juices. Every kiss became deeper and longer, sending shivers coursing through your body. When you broke apart, you saw that his cheeks had gone bright pink, probably due to how heated things currently were.

"Mm..." You hummed, tracing circles on his stomach. "I think I'll go ahead and give you my best effort, hmm? How does that sound?"

"Sounds nice," He murmured, nodding eagerly. "But...do me a favor first, okay?"

"Anything," You replied, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

Jeongin chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "No, really, please don't tease me like that!" He insisted. "Just...just promise you won't stop until we're done, got it?"

You nod in response, before reaching under the bed, retrieving a strap-on dildo. You held it between both hands, examining the phallic object carefully before turning towards him. Jeongin looked surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, but nevertheless smiled warmly nonetheless.

"Okay..." You said, stepping closer. "Let's get started then, shall we?

It only took you about five minutes to prepare. The entire process was surprisingly simple, considering how elaborate and complex it appeared from afar. All you needed to do was slip on some lube, grab the dildo and attach it to the harness, slide into place and make sure the straps were secure. It wasn't difficult or particularly taxing work, though admittedly it did require a certain level of precision.

Once you'd finished getting ready, you approached Jeongin again.

He sat nervously at attention, his fingers fidgeting anxiously as he waited for you to begin. You knelt down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and stroking it soothingly. His gaze softened somewhat when he felt your touch, relaxing slightly as you ran your thumb along the outside of his leg.

"Are you alright, Jeongin?" You asked gently, looking up at him expectantly.

"Ahh..." He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly. "Yes...it's just...you know..."

You understand what he means instantly.

There are many reasons why people may find strap-ons intimidating; the idea of being penetrated without any kind of protection is inherently scary, especially for those who aren't used to such things. However, you knew firsthand how amazing it could feel, given how much fun you'd had during your previous experiences. Still, it couldn't hurt to ease him into things, right? So you decided to take it slow.

You slid your hand further up his leg, cupping his balls lightly in your palm. Jeongin whimpered softly, shuddering at the contact. After a few seconds, however, he opened his eyes once more. He gazed up at you curiously, enjoying the sensation of having someone else touching him intimately. With a small smirk, you noticed his hole had started twitching, signaling that he was already very aroused. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad after all!

Taking the initiative, you finally rub the tip of the dildo against his slit, eliciting another soft moan from Jeongin. He shifted forward onto the bed, prodding himself against the toy as if trying to push it inside. You obliged, sliding it slowly inside him. Despite its size, it fit perfectly within him, allowing you to continue moving it back and forth while still maintaining enough friction to keep him stimulated.

As you continued thrusting, you watched Jeongin's face closely. He looked incredibly vulnerable, completely exposed and utterly enthralled by your actions. Seeing him like this made you feel immensely powerful, which only fueled your desire to pleasure him even more. You began picking up speed, feeling yourself grow wetter and hotter every time you plunged deep into his insides. You bit your lip, loving the way his muscles tensed around the shaft, squeezing it tightly.

Your movements grew faster and harder, slamming into him with increasing force. Jeongin moaned loudly, gripping your shoulders tight. A low groan escaped his throat as you pulled out halfway, only to slam back into him hard, making them bounce off the mattress. You kept going, pounding away relentlessly, savoring the sounds of their skin slapping together.

Soon, you felt something hot and slick dripping down your thighs, so you slowed your pace slightly.

After a minute or two, you withdrew the dildo entirely. Jeongin whined pitifully, panting heavily as he laid there limply. Your heart raced excitedly, knowing exactly what would come next. Without hesitation, you grabbed hold of the base of the toy and positioned it once more at Jeongin's entrance, pushing it inside him with one smooth motion. As soon as it was fully embedded, you resumed thrusting, watching his face intently.

He was flushed bright red, clearly turned on beyond belief. His cheeks glistened with sweat and strands of hair clung to his forehead, giving him a decidedly sexy appearance. You leaned over him, pressing your chest flush against his own. Their bodies rubbed together as they moved, creating an arousing tingle that sent shivers through your body. You loved seeing his reaction, his mouth hanging open in shock as you fucked him mercilessly.

With each thrust, you pushed deeper than before, filling him completely until your pelvis pressed firmly against his ass. Each movement brought him closer and closer to climax, but you held back, determined to drive him wild instead. Every now and then, you would pause to give him a chance to catch his breath, letting him adjust to the new sensations coursing throughout his body.

His breathing became increasingly ragged, his head tilting back as he stared upwards blankly. His hips buckled erratically under your weight, driving the toy inside him rapidly. Sweat dripped down his brow, running between the cracks of his neck and soaking into his collarbone. The sight of him writhing beneath you left you absolutely throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury your cock inside him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jeongin cried out suddenly, clenching his inner walls tightly around the toy.

You didn't have to ask twice, deciding to let him finish on his own terms. You gripped his sides tighter, urging him onward. Within seconds, he went rigid, moaning loudly as he came. Warm liquid splashed across both your stomachs, coating your skin with a layer of sticky fluid. It was almost painful, but you didn't stop fucking him until you were satisfied.

Jeongin lay limp underneath you, gasping for air. When he eventually caught his bearings, he rolled onto his side, staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled gently and stroked the top of his head, kissing him tenderly.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Heyo!! I love your writing, especially your hero x villain!! If you're willing, could you maybe write about a Hero that's being kept by a possessive Villain that is obsessively in love with them? Hero is treated lavishly, but they're still locked up and if they misbehave or try to escape they get restrained or knocked out. If you do write this, thank you so much in advance. And if you don't, thank you for taking the time to read my request anyway!

"Such a spoiled thing," the villain said, in an amused tone of voice. Their lips pressed against the hero's ear, from behind. "You're lucky it looks so good on you."

The hero swallowed, but said nothing. They traced the reflection of the two of them standing in the mirror - enough that they couldn't be accused of shying away, but avoiding the full picture.

The cut of the suit was flawless. The fine, painfully expensive material soft and silken against their skin. The villain's fingers on their hip, where they'd turned the hero squarely towards the glass, were firm and possessive. The villain's free hand moved up, gripping the hero's chin to get their attention, to get their eyes to meet.

The raw want in the villain's stare made something confusion twist in the pit of the hero's stomach. Dizzy dread. Heady terror. Guilty pleasure, giddy and squirming, because it was all so close and yet so very far from what the hero had wanted.

The villain loved to pamper and indulge them. They liked watching the hero eat the most sumptuous of food and drink, luxuriate in hot baths and spa treatments, sleep in the finest bedding.

It was inevitable that clothes would follow. Casual clothes, at first, and now this; formalwear so keenly tailored that the hero could feel the fabric clinging to them like the villain's hands all over them.

The hero had never been able to afford or indulge in nice things, and when they first met the villain, before it all went wrong, it had taken their breath away. Of course, there had been guilt and embarrassment, even then, in the sheer level of extravagance the villain would throw at them so carelessly, but even too...

"What do we say?" the villain asked.

In the mirror, the hero looked like somebody else entirely. A stranger. The two of them looked like they belonged together. A perfect, beautiful fit.

"Thank you." The hero's mouth felt dry.

They were a prisoner. The consequences of displeasing the villain, or trying to leave, made that more than clear. But when the world outside was pain and hardship and struggle, it was difficult to entirely hate the gilded cage. To not feel the niggling corrupting relief that the villain didn't want to hurt them. Only drown them in hedonism. A sweet, honeyed poison.

The villain bit their lip, as if they were already imagining sinking their teeth into the hero's soul, savouring and devouring them. The grip on the hero's hip tightened as the villain exercised restraint against simply taking what they wanted.

"What's the occasion?" The hero asked.

"Do I need an occasion to give you what you deserve?"

The hero swallowed again, but it did nothing to make the dryness in their mouth go away. Their hands twitched at their sides.

They could pull away, they could push the villain off them.

The villain caught one of the hero's restless hands, lightning quick, but only brought it up above the hero's shoulder so they could press a kiss to the knuckles. They smiled, like the devil surely smiled, and adored all the ways a heart could burn.

"We're going to go out," the villain said. "You've been so good for me, haven't you? You deserve a treat."

The hero shivered.

Out. It had been so long since the hero had last tried to escape. Out. Into a place with actual people, who the villain didn't employ, where escape would feel like it was possible. Where the hero would have to try to run, even if they knew it would go badly. Despair clawed at them.

They didn't know if it really was a treat, or some kind of cruelty, for the villain to periodically dangle the notion of freedom in front of their eyes. They thought the villain might mean it kindly, lovingly, but that just made it worse.

"It won't go like last time, will it?" the villain asked, even if it wasn't really a question. "That got so messy. All those people." They sighed. "I do hate seeing you cry. You know that."

"Yeah." The hero dropped their gaze once more, waiting for the villain to be done staring their fill.

Yeah, they knew. It would be bad. But the alternative was sitting there, in some restaurant, and smothering whatever was left of the person they used to be. Not trying to go anywhere. Not being anything other than the villain's most prized pet.

They couldn't do that.

The villain surely knew they couldn't do that.

Insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. And the villain's love, from the start, had always been a mad, wild, forest fire of a thing. But maybe, if the hero kept doing the same thing too, they were no better.

The villain's hand moved to their throat, humming peacefully, as they fixed the hero's new tie and pulled it just a little bit too tight.

The thousand pounds of bespoke suit would be bloodstained and ruined before the night was over.

[aokoaoi]

𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ

pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

synopsis : shuri has a little crush on you, another lab worker.

genre : fluff.

# someone managing to capture the princess' interest was something she least expected something to happen. but how can she help it if the interest was non-other than a lab worker, (name) (lastname).

# it was definitely strange figuring out if she liked you, or if it was just admiration. eventually, it was infact a small crush.

# she can't help but let her gaze lingers on you from time to time when you're working in the lab. she absolutely loves the dedication and focus you put on your work, it's what always caught her attention when it comes to you.

# you have done countless of important tasks around the lab. so many to the point shuri trusts you to do the most impossible ones.

# you are one brilliant girl as well, but you wouldn't say your knowledge rivaled the princess'. let's just say you were smarter than half the lab workers, or practically even all of the lab workers!

# you both rarely talk though, which is why shuri just admires you from afar. she doesn't know why she's so afraid of approaching you. you've literally been working for her for years, damn it.

# one interesting thing about this, is that you know alot about the wakandan princess, but the princess knows nothing about you.

# when her brother t'challa was still present, he'd often tease his sister to just come up to you and form a conversation. which she didn't.

# all she could do was wave and say hello! maybe when she's lucky, she can say bye to you when you're leaving.

# approaching you wasn't even a challenge, but she was definitely making it one. you just seem like the type to be hard to approach. what if she does end up going near you? what will she say then? 'yo what's up?' 'you look good?' 'nice work?'

# yeah she's definitely not gonna take that chance just to embarrass herself.

# often times, she sees nakia coming up to you to strike a conversation. it made shuri internally sulk to herself to see someone else talk to you so freely. she probably even believes you and nakia are 'besties'.

# when you see her staring at you, you form the most beautiful and sweetest smile she's ever seen. augh, your smile bro, it can make someone's day.

# despite not knowing much about you, shuri can definitely tell you're a very sweet and caring person. she justs can't help but melt when she sees you take over someone's work to help them when they're struggling.

# she thinks you're perfect girlfriend material too.

# she assumes alot about you and your personality based on what she sees you do. as of right now, she thinks you're caring, but you easily run out of patience when you're being provoked. yes, she's made a mental note not to get on your nerves because you're absolutely ruthless when upset.

# shuri has had enough feeling left out though. okoye, nakia, and other people had already had formed some sort of bond with you already, but she hasn't. she can't help but feel jealous when she hears nakia talk about you.

# sooner or later, she will eventually have the courage to talk to you.

"how can an edit be hot?" — "its hot when letitia wright is in it."

[maryangelex]

The 141 & Their Phones

A/N: I'm pretty sure I saw someone post this or something similar but I have to give my own two cents!

Includes: Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap.

Warnings: none except not-cannon material.

Ghost:

This guy has a Samsung, there is no way he'd give into buying anything from Apple (he's even got those Reikon earbuds, not Airpods).

His wallpaper would probably be one of the default ones but he'd actually pick one of them, the darkest colored one that's available.

Very few apps too, probably WhatsApp because the lads aren't keen on the green texts from him, and others like a workout tracker and Spotify; all his apps are password-secured too.

Very basic or has little to no social media (maybe he'd have it to keep up with the boys or like his tattoo artist).

He's got a dirt cheap black rubber case or maybe a sleek black one that one of the guys might have gifted him so his phone can have some dignity.

And he's definitely got a privacy screen!! You can't argue with me on this one, he has a privacy screen protector and it's part of his "masked identity" ordeal.

Price:

He's got an iPhone but it'd be an old model like an iPhone 8, maybe even an iPhone 6 (in the bigger sizes so it can fit in his big ol' man hands). He just likes the home button, he understands it better, okay?

He's got an Otter case!! Again, do not fight me on this. He's got one of those trucker dad cases; the bulky Otter ones because he thinks it's optimal protection.

Bonus points if it's those that clip onto his belt, he's an efficient guy!! The most severe dad energy.

He'd actually put a little effort into finding a nice wallpaper, maybe one of his dog or him and the team at a pub. He took it himself and he's very proud because he put a filter on it.

And he asked Gaz to size up his font...

Gaz:

Now this gorgeous boy knows what he's doing when it comes to technology. His iPhone is the newest one and it is absolutely beautiful.

his wallpaper would probably be something scenic, a picture he took himself because he didn't buy the one with the best camera specs for nothing.

He has all of his apps (which there is a lot of but he uses them well and frequently) organized into categories. And he definitely has widgets.

He wouldn't have the customized widgets or a theme or anything, but he has the widgets organized and his phone is just so essential because he's made it super optimal for him.

He'd have workout apps, meal-prepping apps, one to log his runs, a planner, and other organizer apps.

And he'd have a nice case, probably one of those Apple ones, and a screen protector that's unscathed.

Soap:

This is where it gets ugly...The opposite of Gaz. This iPhone is chaos incarnate.

He's got no case, his phone is semi-raw dogging it with just a screen protector (Gaz gets him new ones frequently so that he doesn't walk around with a battered screen)

No widgets because he doesn't understand those. But a ton of apps that are definitely not categorized, they're just all over the homescreen so he has like four pages.

His wallpaper would either be a picture of the Scottish Highlands that he took, or the Neil Ellis selfie. Yes, this man has a selfie as his wallpaper.

And his camera roll is full of memes he screenshot and all sorts of pictures he's taken.

And of course, he uses the most emojis out of the four of them.

[lilaccoffin]

Had some thoughts today...about their relationship...

Mostly how Chai's envy towards Vanilla gradually culminates into their falling out.

Like, they both have a lot of similarities and differences that contribute to Chai deciding to ghost Vani, both being dudes struggling with inferiority complexes in different ways. Chai handles his by gassing himself up to be the coolest dude ever because no one can call you a loser if you don't act like one, right? And his slacker attitude going hand in hand with his fear of rejection. If you don't try and put your best into stuff or do anything, it won't sting as much if someone tells you you sucked or rejects you, right?

For Vanilla, he copes with these feelings of inferiority by working his ass off to prove himself, masking his autistic behaviors and being as by-the-book as much as possible. Sure, he isn't always 100% compliant, I mean, he's lying to his parents about his major so that he can do what he actually wants to do, but for the most part, he's the type of guy who thinks doing things like they're instructed to be done will reward him. This results in all of his anxiety and stress in school. He basically overexerts himself where Chai does not.

I've boiled down three things that Chai's envious of and it's Vanilla's friend group in college, school stuff, and finally, the band that came to talk to their class.

1: The Friends...

At the start of the game, Chai tells Peppermint he's better off by himself and in general you get this air that Chai is a loner. (Using Lonely Boy as the opening song of the game is also uh...y'know, a huge indicator.) A lot of the fan base (me included) headcanon that Chai had a really hard time making friends growing up. He was the weird kid, and some (if not most) of the teasing also came from a place of ableism. I know a lot of us also headcanon Chai to have ADHD and that paired with him not being able to fully use his right arm gave bullies a lot of material. I remember someone (edit: FOUND THEIR POST, psychangels said this and it's a really good post btw) mentioning Chai dealing with pity/fake friends too and I can definitely see that and how it contributes to him being cautious of new "friends." Vanilla was pretty lucky to even get as close to Chai as he did. The shared love of music and having classes together were probably the main reasons their friendship worked for as long as it did (not very long, but not very short). Well, Chai wasn't Vanilla's only friend, even if it seemed like it at times with how often Vanilla wanted to be around him. He has a group of gothic pals who care about him a lot, most of them being people he met in middle school that he was happy to be able to go to high school and now uni with. Chai tends to just observe them from a distance because Vanilla's friends don't really like him very much over some of his crappy behavior towards Vani, and he sees how close and happy they are. Makes him wish he had that, but he tries his best to ignore it since years of bullying have made it really uncomfortable for him to accept genuine connection or kindness. It's already tough when Vanilla is so nice to him, a friend group full of that? Makes him nervous to even think about it. Though Vani and his friends aren't the type to fake anything, he's still weary.

2: School...

So, yeah, Chai isn't getting the best grades whereas Vanilla is getting straight A's. Again, Vanilla works his little ass off to get the grades his parents want him to have and Chai doesn't put that much effort into his work. To him, half-assing it also diminishes the sting of rejection if his professors don't like any of his genuine work, so getting Cs and Ds are good enough. Even with music focused classes Chai tends to take it easy. I can see him being the kind of guy to ask why they need to study the other stuff that has nothing to do with how to make music? Still, his slacker persona tends to aggravate a lot of his professors and they tend to exhibit some pretty nasty behavior towards Chai for it. Since Vanilla is hardworking and contributes to class discussions a lot, they're a lot more generous to him and have definitely cracked jokes about Vanilla's work vs Chai's. Vanilla would just nervously laugh while Chai rolled his eyes. God, actually, I don't doubt professors would make mean jokes often about those two. Probably begging Vanilla not to let Chai influence him. Vanilla didn't exactly do much about those jokes except wave/nervously laugh them off. He should have stood up to them and told them to stop making fun of Chai but, well, that kind of thing doesn't come easy to him (looks at him lying to his parents instead of putting his foot down with them about himself and his life and also how they would aaalways compare him and his older brother, which, yeah it bothered Vanilla to have their professors do the EXACT same thing with him and Chai, but...again, not REALLY great about confrontation during this time). Yeah, the way professors treat Vanilla compared to how they treat Chai also made Chai envious of Vani. Especially when it was something Vanilla could have helped to some degree if he told these people to shut up, but it's not like Chai expected him to stand up for him, either. Why would he? Why would anyone?

3: Last, the visit from the band...

Okay so, I've gone to community and uni, and it's not unheard of for a professor to have people agree to come in and talk to their students about stuff regarding the subjects they're studying. I've had professors who know some pretty neat people invite them to talk to us, so I imagine one of Chai and Vanilla's professors have done the same. I've written this scenario out before, but to TL:DR it, a band that actually went to their university and met in their classes agreed to come on down and talk to them all about the industry and how they do their thing. They went the full mile and brought their instruments and shared a short excerpt of a song with them, too. The band ended up being a band both Chai and Vanilla liked as well, so it was a pretty sick class that day! Vanilla gushes to Chai about how rad and inspiring it was and Chai offhandedly tells him he should share that new song he wrote with them and see what they think, not thinking Vanilla would actually go and do that, despite how he always considers Chai's suggestions. The band ends up really liking it and asking Vanilla if they could play a bit of it to hear it out loud, which makes him nearly faint (it's a good thing most of the class had left by then and it was just him, Chai, their professor, and the band, who was just about to put their stuff away to go). Chai's happy for Vanilla, but then he thinks back to the time he met his favorite band and how they received him...blowing him off completely (took some inspo from kennyswurvegurl's post here for the visual 'cause, damn, it hit hard). It led Chai into a bit of a spiral afterwards, wondering if maybe he really didn't have a future in all of this because of the cruelty he's faced from so many people. Seeing Vanilla flourish was every bit as painful as it was great. Sure, he tried to fall back into his cocky behavior to not think about it so much, but it was getting tougher with each snarky remark from a professor, each glare from Vani's friend group, and Vani himself being so hyped around him, the fake him.

It all just gets worse when Vanilla runs by the idea of starting a band together after Uni. In Vanilla's mind, it was a great way for them to fulfill their respective dreams of being rock stars and filling in for each other on the roles they couldn't do (Vanilla wants to sing but can't because of his monotone voice and Chai can't play guitar because of his arm.Sso in Vani's head, them doing each thing would be fine, right?). Chai just gets upset at the idea, feeling like he's being pitied all over again and that he's only going to achieve his dream by bumming off of Mr. straight A's? Nah. He rejects the offer, and after a week he drops out of college. It...super sucks for Vanilla because he thought the world of Chai. Sure, his friends get him to take off the damn rose tinted glasses after they tell him Chai wasn't really that great of a friend, but he still feels awful about Chai ghosting him and his own faults in their friendship.

[kyuusberry]

assign you're moots to an idol & a trope for valentines 🤭? and explain why 🤭?

key to your heart | moots - imagine

pairing: moots x idols

genre/theme: fluff, many different tropes lol

warnings: kissing, cursing

notes: all of my stories, oneshots, drabbles, ect are all fiction (fake/made up) except for the idols!! my stories do not depict how these idols actually act or their sexual orientation (straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, aromantic, ect). the only time you'll ever read semi-true things is if it's my headcanons then i do use some facts from kprofiles and sometimes youtube videos but that's it.

a/n: before we start, i'm going to sincerely apologize because i've never done this before, so this will be a struggle.. the only time you'll ever see me write male idols as well because i gotta create a variety for this type of stuff!! also, i only have 3 moots atm, so that's sad lmao

credits (tropes): @delusionisaplace , @urfriendlywriter

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

female idols:

kai (@rosiehrs): i feel like ningning (aespa) tbhh! your personalities match a lot! and i think a stay with me tonight trope where ningning would be playing with your hair while watching a movie and after the movie, you say that you have to leave, but she doesn't want you to leave!! she would say something along the lines of "don't leave me alone.. please?" she'd be attached to your hip, wanting to shower you in hugs and kisses all of the time!! just wants to show her affection :((

ash (@aeriniee): giselle (aespa) with a grumpy x sunshine trope!! gigi is totally the type of person to not show her affection cause she's too shy!! just randomly hugs you and hides her face in your neck!! or whenver you hug her, she either stiffly hugs you back or just stands there like an npc, all flustered. she looks and seems so mean all of the time, but she's such a softie on the inside, spoiling you with gifts and stuff.. chose this because i think you're honestly like this trope sm!! so nice and loving :( these r just sounding like headcanons at this point LMAO

yin (@yinyinwon/@so-lychee): wonyoung!! (iz*one & ive) and maybe like a fake dating trope??? cause wony wants to get back at her ex or smth lmaoo!! she'd end up falling in love though! i feel like it would be something along the lines of her asking you (more like bribing you) in the bathroom because she wants to get back at her ex for leaving her, trying to convince them to take her back, telling you stuff like, "they're looking. kiss me. now." until she falls in love with you, completely forgetting about her ex and telling you stuff like, "forget them, i'm yours now." gdhkaldskxndbv i want this for myself aw chose this 'cause i lowkey think you'd fit with wony!! ur posts are so pretty and your personality is very beautiful lol

male idols:

kai (@rosiehrs): hyunjin (skz) for sure!! with an academic rivalry or something! he'd be so cocky whenever he gets better grades than you by like 1 point or something!! bothers you 24/7. always appears when you're doing something other than working/doing schoolwork like taking a break or texting your parents!! everyone thinks he has a crush on you and he always denies it!! i chose this trope and idol cause i think you're very nice and smart!! picked hyunjin 'cause he fits this lol (in my imagination)

ash (@aeriniee): soobin (txt) with one-sided love probs?? like he really likes you and he tries not to make it obvious?? but everyone thinks he's obvious!! loves giving you gifts and affection (hugs, holding hands, ect) such a sweet baby tbhhh!! says stuff like, "your smile is pretty." while smiling so sweetly gkdlksjb based this off of your post asking if u should come out as lesbian cause you haven't liked a boy since the 8th grade LMAO, but soobin cause ur both very funny and caring!! leader material as well.

yin (@yinyinwon/@so-lychee): jungwon (enhypen) ofccc! (it was because of ur user..) a chaotic duo, i feel like! nothing romantic, just pure friendship! you two would do everything together, some crazy shit too.. people would honestly think you two were drunk!! would be something along the lines of, "bitch, what the hell are you doing!" "i'm walking!-" then one of you runs into a pole or whatever.. chose this because you two are the sweetest people everrr! so adorable <33

a/n: hope you enjoyeddd!! this made my head hurt a lot lmao, so much thinking and trying to match idols.. mooties, i hope these didn't make you uncomfortable lmaooo!!! love you guys and happy valentines <33 i'll take you guys all on a virtual date sometime /j

[howtofightwrite]

Okay so I’m currently writing a character that has a background in Muay Thai, but I wanted them to have somewhat of a punk fashion. Now punk fashion mostly consists of tight clothes with unstretchy materials. Changing the pants is not a problem, so Iwas mostly wondering about the upper body and feet. How well can you throw an elbow in a leather jacket? Maybe a vest is a better option? Also shoes, I don‘t like sneakers, and I initially thought to get them cowboy boots because they look cool and also the character loves the sound they‘re making when walking. Now cowboy boots are also notoriously made for not bending at the ankle, which of course comes in the way of kicking. Now I’m not too knowledgable in muay thai techniques, but as the kicks are often done with the shins, would it sill work to have something like low-rise cowboy boots? Or would it be better to have just some thick leather dress shoe adjacent shoes? With free mobility of the ankle?

So, the fun thing with the punk aesthetic is that there's a lot of very practical clothes that are still in theme.

So, starting with leather jackets, good ones aren't going to restrict your movement by much. Parrying unarmed strikes with a leather jacket is actually nice. This is because the jacket (and any insulation in the sleeve) will absorb some of the impact, meaning you're less likely to bruise. Decent quality biker jackets will have some reinforcement (to protect the wearer) and as a result will actually function as armor for light melee combat. It won't save you from a knife or a gunshot, but, depending on the design, it will soften the punches and kicks you take.

Leather, denim, or heavy canvas pants are a similar story. Yes, it's entirely possible to get tight jeans that restrict your movement, but casual cut pants will provide mobility and protection. It really comes down to what your definition of punk pants are.

With boots, the better choice is going to be work boots or motorcycle boots. In both cases you're looking at heavy footwear which armors the foot and protects the wearer. The lack of mobility in the ankle is less of a concern because of the protection the boot provides. In this case, steel toed is a perk, it's actual metal armor over your toes, protecting you from someone stomping your foot. There's nothing automatically wrong with cowboy boots, but that's moving away from the punk aesthetics.

There's the commercial, punk aesthetic. You'll find it in those “counterculture” corporate clothing stores. It's about as inherently contradictory as mass market Che Guevara tee-shirts. And, if you're looking at that, particularly looking at the examples marketed towards women, your assessment of the loss of mobility and general unsuitability for combat is probably spot on. It's cut to be tighter than it should be, for the visual aesthetic and your ability to move in it is a casualty of the same.

And, from my perspective as an outsider to the scene, that's not punk. It's more like punk cosplay.

If you want your character to have a punkish aesthetic, to go hand in hand with their fighting style, then you should probably look at heavier clothes that are designed to take a beating and keep going. That was the original aesthetic of punk. Heavy leather jackets that will protect you from a beating. Heavy pants that will do the same. Motorcycle boots are a big plus here. They're heavy, durable, look good, and they work as armor. Spikes and studs can be retrofitted onto existing clothes, probably with an eye for keeping it durable enough to stand up to a fight. Gloves are up to you, but there's no real downside to having a pair.

For a martial artist buying clothes, you're making constant decisions about whether something will look good, or whether you can move in it. There isn't a concrete line of which one you should select, this is a personal preference, however, if you're planning to take those clothes into combat, expect them to get damaged, and at that point the freedom of movement and durability start to become a lot more attractive options. Ironically, the original core of the punk aesthetic was leaning hard into that combat ready street wear.

So, yes, your character is giving up a little flexibility in their ankles, but not enough to matter, and in exchange, they're armoring them. They're giving up a little flexibility in their arms, though again, not enough to matter, but in exchange they're getting armor. They're not wearing form fitting pants, but the trade off is, they can move freely, and still get the protective benefits of those heavier, and “unstretchy,” materials.

Once you get past that, Muay Thai fits with a punkish attitude. There's no direct connection, between them, but the brutal nature of competitive Muay Thai does sync up pretty nicely with punk.

-Starke

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[halalgirlmeg]

Battle of the Hijabs (Under read more because this got longer than I thought and I started ranting about why representation in media fucking sucks atp and why the TV show Quantico is the worst):

Coming in at number 1, getting the gold: LITERALLY ALL THE HIJABIS IN WE ARE LADY PARTS like the variation in hijabs alone is so beautiful I love it, iykyk, Stream Bashir with the Good Beard. Like very real to life with different styles and personalities, don't you just love when shows actually treat hijabis as real human beings

All the hijabis from every version of Skam (except Italy fuck you)

Goldie is like next bc the actress isn't a hijabi but like I feel like they depicted being a hijabi really well for the most part like with her thinking she wanted to take it off and realizing everything about herself was nice it was very complex and well done imo

Qadri's next cause tbh I liked her style and the fact that she wore al Amira hijabs. I know everyone's like oh those are for little girls or they're ugly but tbh it makes sense bc I feel like being that she's training to be a surgeon and it is very convenient cause who's trying to be calling a code and fight with some chiffon or jersey material?? Not me! (They lose points for that one scene cause you mean to tell me she's only going to use her hijab to stop the bleeding and nothing else?? Come again?? She's in a hospital!!)

Next is Adina from The Bold Type, tbh idk how to feel cause she's a lesbian and played by Nikhol Boosheri and I was excited at the time but tbh some of her choices def had me scratching my head and I feel like they could've did a bit more to showcase her identity ykwim

Marjan from 911 Lone Star cause bro what the hell was the praying scene, did y'all talk to one Muslim? Download the Learning to Pray app on your phone I'll send you a link like be SO FR, then them saying her masjid kicked her out bc her hijab accidentally came off (which happens so much in television) like...again did you talk to anyone, I could see backlash yes but I just *sigh* again which Muslims did you talk to like idk about y'all but a stiff tug or strong wind has tested my hijab before like it happens, we cover back up and move on

Bottom 2 but not thee bottom, Nadia from Elite (hear me out cause the bottom of the list will make sense) obviously its so low because she wore hijab and they had some decent commentary at first, and then removed her hijab, and for Guzman ol racist crusty lip ass like, this who you risking it all for??? GIRL??? Like if Vic Mensa asked to see my hair I'd let him see that and much else (I'M KIDDING, I'd marry him first ok, astaghfirullah) no fr like but it's even that like they made it that she's more confident without her hijab people like her more, like it's obviously same old song like hijab is removed and suddenly liberation like they could've showed it in a more tasteful way if they wanted to but what did I expect from Europeans esp Spaniards like

And coming in Dead Last Raina Amin, tbh girl its not even about you...WHO WROTE THIS. Cause I watched it back in the day cause you know representation but like *pauses before I sip my coffee* hold tf on. Like where to even begin, the cop propaganda? What do you have to prove, cause they tried to get me i would've been like get tf off my porch. Like and the FBI? How did they even recruit the twins? The government watchlist? Blair Imani slid up in the masjid to snitch? I mean, what the hell? And this show had so much talent to be so extremely questionable (and that is putting it mildly). But we're discussing the twins rn. Raina specifically. So it doesn't even stop there. Like so much was wrong, so you mean to tell me she's in love with a man who used to be an IOF soldier, who helped them actively target Palestinian women for God knows what (the show implied certain things), like WTF is this, like everyone wants to talk about her removing her hijab and kissing him but like we have bigger fish to fry, that is like at the bottom of the problem list. Like did we see the man they put her with and she still loved him later EYE. And then two more things and then I'll shut up. Okay so they were working for the Government to infiltrate terrorist cells whatever bc they were going to attack American soil. No mention of how terrorist groups like the ones they're depicting mostly target minority sect Muslims and lead to their deaths that usually go unnoticed by anyone who is not them, Iran and Nigeria, if I remember correctly are where a lot of the casualties are from. I hate propaganda cause its the same old shit like we really pushing the agenda huh? And hijab removal scene again worst part cause you know what I hated after this other stuff cause red flags with major red lights and a bullhorn. But there was something where they had to change their look because their twins but like as one person but one is a hijabi, the other is not. So they were like we have to find a middle ground, someone who's easily targeted because they're muslim but also loose (I'm paraphrasing but you see what I'm saying?) Like fuck y'all. Fuck whoever wrote this. Like from head to toe Quantico is like an absolute clusterfuck of everything terrible people do with hijab characters (not to mention the rest of the cast but that would be even longer) but dead last because like maybe some of the others on this list at least tried if they're not terribly misguided but this depiction is like dangerous, it's a reminder why we don't just get all our info from TV and other fictional narratives, we talk to real people and we learn real things because this is absolute bullshit to say the least

[kayssweetdreams]

The Perfect Finale Ch2

The Next Morning...

Leo and Emma had made their way over to the Balan Theater, invitations given to them by the Bruno Family in hand. They hoped that they would be able to come to the surprise party they had been planning for Kaylo, although, being maestros, that was a very slim chance. "Here goes nothing..." Leo said as they walked into the theater.

"Balan? Lance? Are you in here?" Emma called out. "Maybe they're busy doing maestro stuff." She said as the two of them walked down the hall, deeper into the theater. "Where are you guys?" Leo called out, but there was no answer from either maestro. "Yep. They're probably busy." He said with a sigh "We'll just come back later." He sighed as the two of them began walking to the door.

Suddenly, the ground on front of them lifted into a sharp incline that forced them both onto their backs as the theater floor began to warp and curve, like an of control slide. The two of them gave a startled shout as the floor twisted and contorted, as both kids slid down the winding path, until eventually they were lauched into the air, and landed in the theater room, on a conveniently placed bench.

The kids caught their breath as they took a moment to process what happened, when a familiar chuckle made itself known. "Hello little ones! How have you been! So nice of you to slide on in!" The top-hatted maestro said. Leo and Emma smiled, leave it to Balan to pull a little mischief on them. "We're doing good Bal. We actually wanted to give you and Lance something." Emma said.

This piqued Balan's interest. "Something for both Lance and me? My my. Whatever could it be?" He asked. "I heard someone say my name. And I know it was you Balan, just the same." Came the voice of Lance as he materialized out of one of his own dark portals. "Hi Lance!" Leo greeted, as the negative Maestro gave his own smile in return.

"Now tell us, what did you have for us? Hurry before Lance makes a fuss." Balan joked, as Lance playfully rolled his eyes. "We wanted to give you and Lance invites to Kaylo's birthday party in a few days." Emma said, giving two invitations with a heart on them to the two maestros. Balan had stars in his eyes at the envelope.

"A party for the young Bruno? This should be fun! I can assure we'll be there before the day is done!" He said, fireworks going off behind him. Lance gave gis own smile "What Balan means is that we will attend, with our own gift to give to your friend." He said. "Nice! But what is your present?" Leo asked. The maestros smiled at each other.

"That dear Leo, is a surprise, one that will amaze even your eyes!" Balan said. Suddenly, both Maestros eyes got small as they suddenly got short of breath, and the theater began to creak and shake. "BALAN! LANCE!" The kids shouted in fear. Balan shakily looked up to them, before using his magic to push out of the theater. While Leo and Emma don't know what had happened, Balan and Lance did...and they hoped what they had witnessed was just a bad dream...

"The Banished Maestro Will Return..."

[duhragonball]

Cab you check out my post?

There are only two posts on your blog. The first one is a short video clip of Goku and Bardock set to a song I've never heard before. I don't really understand it, but I'm a middle-aged man who listens to dadrock all the time, so I'm probably not the target audience. I can't really offer an opinion on this.

The other is you introducing yourself and inviting people to follow your blog. That's... not really how this works. I'm guessing you're new to tumblr, so I'll try to explain.

Basically, you have to earn followers. You can't just ask people to follow your blog. Well, you can, but it probably isn't very effective. You have to give people a reason to want to follow your blog. You're trying to get people to look at the stuff that's already on it, and get them to think: "Hey, this is some cool stuff, I wonder what cool thing will show up on here next? I'd better follow this blog to find out."

Of course, for that to work, you actually have to post some stuff in the future, to pay off that notion. If you don't post cool stuff fromt time to time, then there isn't any point in following your blog, because there's nothing new to look forward to. A person could just skim through your archives and never come back. They've seen everything there is to see, so why bother following?

Okay, so you have to post cool stuff over time, how do you do that? Well, you've already started by making that video clip. You make your own stuff and post it and tag it so people can find it. You can make more video clips, or make a gif, or post screencaps, or draw a picture, or write your thoughts on a particular character or storyline. It can be whatever you want as long as you don't just copy someone else's material.

My advice is to tag the relevant characters in those posts, along with the name of the show they're in. That way when people search for those tags, they'll run across your stuff. If they like it, and if you demonstrate a willingness to make more, then they'll stick around and see what you've got.

Reblogs are also important. The nice thing about tumblr is that you can reblog cool stuff that other people made, and present it on your own blog as a sort of tribute to the original poster. Of course, it helps to follow other blogs to find the sort of stuff you want to reblog. Find artists you like and follow them. Reblog their posts when you like them, and reblog the things they reblog. The only rule is that you have to enjoy it.

This is what people mean when they talk about "curating" a blog. You're deciding what to put up there every day. One day it might be a poem you wrote, the next day it might be a YouTube video you wanted to talk about, the next day it might be a reblog of some fanart you liked. The next day it might be nothing, because you didn't feel like posting or reblogging anything that day. It's all up to you.

Over time, you'll develop a certain "flavor" to your blog, a style that visitors can come to expect, and some of them will decide they like it enough to stick around. But that doesn't happen overnight. It's something you build, and that's why I say you have to enjoy it. Because if you just post and reblog content for clout, you'll only make yourself miserable. Your audience begins with you, so focus on the material that you want to see, and find out who's interested enough to check it out. That might be a solitary process for a while, but that's the way it goes.

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Dude DUDE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE ur writing. U have a way of just weaving everything into this beautiful tapestry of a story. I'm in absolute awe. I really like ur YPRG Au!! Anything related to it I inhale. It's so cool and interesting the way every character interacts with each other and the world. And I'm so so soft for both sets of bros🥺. Would it be ok if u did 🌱 and ☁️ for them? Only if u want to of course no pressure!!

First off, THANK YOU! This was an awesome message to wake up to! This is going to sound absolutely corny, but I love hearing from people about my stories. Because there are some times where I really don’t feel confident in what I’ve written. It’s nice to hear/read that I’m somewhat competent. Again, thank you for the kind words!

I too am also soft for the bros. XD

With that said, I’d be happy to answer your emoji asks! (Original Post)

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Wario - When Waluigi was born, though he’ll never ever admit it. He swears if he was even remotely artistically competent, he’d be able to paint a picture of what the room looked like, where their parents were, and how it looked when he got to hold Waluigi for the first time. It’s so well stamped into his mind that he recalls it on days he’s really stressed out. As a reminder for why he keeps working so hard.

Waluigi - The first ‘invention’ he and Wario made. He barely spoke at the time as Wario knew what Waluigi needed, so he never had to ask for anything. But working on making a prototype for their ‘Chores Robot’ (so the worry of keeping the house clean wasn’t such a burden), it was the first time that Waluigi took over. Telling Wario what he needed and what part needed to go where. Even if it didn’t work (seriously, why the heck did they think sticks and rocks would be good materials?) Waluigi was still thrilled by the idea of building. 

Mario - It was a conversation between him and his father. Learning about how sick Luigi was and how scary it could be. But also talking about what they could do, together, to keep the younger twin safe. It was the first promise Mario made to anyone. A promise to his parents, said to his father, that he would keep Luigi safe and well, no matter what. Because he loves Luigi, and he wouldn’t let anything keep them apart if he could help it.

Luigi - When he was able to go outside for the first time. While the twins were a little older at this point, Luigi’s early early memories consisted of white walls and doctors. This was the first solid memory he had. He remembered it was nearing the end of Spring, if not already in Summer, when he saw something outside the window that he really wanted to see. He was well enough to leave the house, but still fearful, until Mario agreed to take him outside. While he could only reach the edge of the patio, he was still able to get a better look at the flowers that interested him. Mario told him they were looking at roses. Those are his favorite flower to this day.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

Wario - He loves to hear Waluigi snoring. It lets him know that his brother’s still there. He wouldn’t listen to it on end, but it’s a comforting reminder.

Waluigi - He started to learn how to cook so it was one less burden Wario and his mother had to deal with. But he says it's because no one in the family besides himself knows what spices work together.

Mario - He’s very shy about it, but he loves to sing. Mainly to Luigi with a lullaby from their childhood, on days when they're feeling nostalgic and missing their parents. But…if asked…he wouldn’t say ‘no’ if Peach asked to hear him. 

Luigi - He took up baking as a way to stay close to their mom, as well as to learn how to embrace every second given to him. Because nothing lets you think about life like waiting for cake to rise.