#i also got some sweets but i did have to keep a plug in after he used my ass just incase he wanted to again 🤭

[freeuse-fleshlight]

When was the last time (if ever) you were truly used as a fleshlight?

Sorry Tumblr isn't showing me asks 😭

It's been a while unfortunately I definitely need to be used properly soon but I'm scared about cumming

The last time I truly felt like a fleshlight was when a 3/4 months ago, I was sucking a guy off and he suddenly grabbed my hair and started fucking my throat (I guess I wasn't doing a good enough job but I've been practicing 🥺). I started to choke and he was thrusting into my mouth harder and telling me how good it felt when I choked!! He pulled out and came on my face, I'd been grinding my cunt on his boot and he pushed me backwards onto the floor and kicked my cunt 🩷

It's not the most intense or extreme thing I guess idk but I felt like an object, something just used and thrown away it was amazing

#asks #he fucked me in the ass after and then we had a shower together and he washed me down and made me dinner 😊 #i also got some sweets but i did have to keep a plug in after he used my ass just incase he wanted to again 🤭 #srcontactsr

[sttoru]

ooo what abt gojo and reader are at some formal event and reader has a toy plugged inside her and gojo just turns it on at the most randomest times

POKER FACE !

ෆ sypnosis. you accompany satoru to a formal event, which you instantly regret the moment he starts controlling the toy he plugged inside of you beforehand.

ෆ note. literally drooled at this when it popped up in my inbox :3 thank u 4 this & hope you enjoy — this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. public, dirty talk, use of adult toy (vibrator), edging, implied cunnilingus & blow job, uhh u suck on his finger, size difference, satoru’s a big tease.

your fingers were tightly curled around your wine glass to the point that it threatened to shatter, your gaze flickered all around the hall and your body was trying its best not to show the pleasure its receiving in secrecy.

it’s all because of your lover; gojo satoru. the man introduced a new idea to you before you attended the formal event. he said that ‘it’d be fun’ and then ordered you to plug a small vibrator inside of you—one he recently bought just for the sake of using it on your body.

you really should’ve known that satoru was going to tease you to death before you agreed to his proposal. the moment you stepped foot into the main hall was also the same moment the ‘fun’ started.

satoru walked ahead with confidence, flashing that charming smile of his to the waitress who offered you your wine glasses. his right hand held onto his drink whilst his left hand was buried deep in his front pocket. to many, that may seem like a casual gesture, but to satoru and you it was more than what it seemed.

the item hidden in that covered area was a small remote which controlled the vibrator you had put in your pussy. the vibrator was designed to give both internal and external stimulation—the external part was pressed against your clit and continuously made you shiver from pleasure.

“my baby’s looking so pretty.” satoru hums, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head like he wasn’t sexually tormenting you in the midst of a crowded place. he put his glass down on a nearby counter so he could wrap an arm around your waist.

“you doing okay?” he adds once he gets the gist of your subtle struggles. you were holding yourself pretty well according to satoru, thus he decides that you could probably take more.

the fingers in his pocket press twice onto the small ‘up’ button, increasing the frequency of the vibrations. you tense up almost immediately, one hand clamping around your glass while the other gripped onto satoru’s hand on your side.

“s-satoru, stop it—“ you whisper under your breath while trying your best to smile to any other guests who greeted you two. the escalating and pleasurable sensations made your legs start to shake. it was just a matter of time before you begin to make noise.

“don’t worry, sweets. i got you.” satoru chuckles and shakes his head, decreasing the regularity of the vibrations for a split second, “hmm.. or do i?”

there he goes again; playing with your emotions. just when you thought he decided to have mercy on you, he did the exact opposite and turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting. you bit your lower lip so hard that it begun to sting, “p-please, can’t no more, ‘toru.”

satoru nuzzles his face onto the top of your head, his nostrils filled with the recognisable scent of your shampoo. you could’ve sworn that you felt him smiling against your scalp after he left a kiss on it;

“shh, shh, t’s okay.” your lover purrs, feeling your body convulsing every now and then due to the intensity of the plugged in toy. he enjoys seeing you struggle to keep your composure in public, especially in risky situations like these. if anyone knew what was happening underneath those layers of clothes you had on, your reputation would plummet. satoru’s as well.

in an attempt to hide your erratic breathing and flustered demeanour, you pull satoru in a hug, face buried in his chest while both your hands were now clutching onto his suit jacket. hugging wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for couples, so that’s the least you could do to cover up your pleasure filled expression.

“aww, is my baby not feeling well?” satoru muses, but still tightens his grip on your waist, pressing your body against him and turning you sideways so that most attendees would only be able to see his backside, not you. at least he decided to spare you by hiding you in his embrace the best he could.

though, that didn’t mean he’d spare you from his antics just yet. the vibrator was still at its max setting after all.

the faint buzzing noise sounded ten times louder in your ears since that was all you could focus on. your clit was being overstimulated to the point that you just couldn’t hold back a couple desperate whines—the noises muffled by satoru’s dress shirt.

“hnnn— ‘toru, c-can’t, ‘m gonna..” you bit onto the fabric of his clothes as you subconsciously move your hips forward, grinding against satoru’s crotch. the pressure earns a quick hiss from your lover;

“don’t think so, pretty.” he sighs softly and his fingers move to hold in the ‘off’ button on the remote control. the toy immediately stops and you breathe out shakily— you lift your head upwards to meet satoru’s gaze. your lips were forming a small pout as if you were upset by his actions.

“what’s wrong?” satoru coos, knowing damn well that you were close to your climax, which he ruined by just one click of a button, “you couldn’t take it anymore, right?”

two of his long fingers sneaked across your waist and onto your jawline, fingertips stopping under your chin to let his thumb rub across your bottom lip, “i just did you wanted, baby.”

his voice was low and sultry, almost unable to be heard above all to the music and chatter. his index and middle finger gently tugged your chin downwards to open your mouth. his thumb smoothly slid between your lips and instantly pressed down onto the surface of your tongue—wordlessly encouraging you to suck on it.

your lips closed around his thumb without an ounce of hesitation. you were lucky that satoru was tall enough to hide you behind his figure. your vision was being blocked by his broad shoulders and it was like the entire hall disappeared from your point of view.

“mhh, such a warm mouth.” satoru murmurs as his thumb moved around, grazing against your gums while you continued to suck on his finger, “can’t wait to have my dick in here and have you choke on it.”

you are sure that if satoru continues to talk dirty like that in your ear, you’d be able to cum untouched without even the slightest help from the vibrator. the best thing about satoru’s dirty talk is that he actually means what he says and will make those words a reality one way or another.

“or i’ll just go ahead and instantly put my cock in your tight pussy once i get us outta here, yeah? i bet i’ll be able to slide right in, considering you’re probably fuckin’ dripping right now.” a shiver of excitement runs down your spine, plugged hole clenching onto the vibrator, which you wished was his cock stretching you out.

satoru smirks before gliding his thumb out of your mouth. he couldn’t wait to pull you into a private room and eat you out, tasting you on his tongue before fucking you so good you’ll forget all about his unbearable teasing.

it’s then that his senses pick up on a sorcerer who was starting to walk towards the two of you, probably to greet him. satoru bends his head down to whisper in your ear, “but before that, i’ll need to prep you more thoroughly. hang in there f’me, pretty.”

with one last peck to your forehead, satoru turns around and easily spots the guest walking towards him in the far distance. while your lover awaits them to arrive, the hand in his pocket moves and turns the toy on again. it was still set to its maximum and you needed to clamp a hand over your mouth to prevent from letting out a squeal of surprise.

satoru grinned as he spotted that reaction from out of his peripheral vision.

having this much control over you was fun, but seeing you slowly fall apart due to him and no one else was more enjoyable.

#sttoru writes. #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #gojo x you

[keikikait]

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ (ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

#keikiwrites #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #dom!gojo #sub!reader #f!reader #✿: gojo!

[btsxmalereaders]

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff

> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.

> word count —  5,11k

> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.

Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.

Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.

His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.

For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.

There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.

The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.

"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."

Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.

"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it,  you're very kind."

"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.

"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."

"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.

"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"

"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."

Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"

The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."

"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."

"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."

"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."

Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."

"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"

"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.

"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"

You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."

"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."

You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."

"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."

You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."

He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.

He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.

His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.

Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.

Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?

Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.

"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"

Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"

"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.

"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."

You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.

"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.

Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.

"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."

"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."

"I'm all ears, go ahead."

He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.

It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.

As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.

You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?

After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."

Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."

Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."

All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.

"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."

Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."

So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.

When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.

Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.

You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.

You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.

Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.

So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.

You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.

He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.

The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.

"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.

Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"

You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"

He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well.  He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.

"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"

"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."

"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."

Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.

"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."

With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.

Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.

Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.

Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.

"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.

You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.

"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.

"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."

"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.

"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.

"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"

"Cause he's a good friend!"

"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"

"Hey!"

"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."

The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.

As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.

As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.

When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.

Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.

After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.

Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."

You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.

"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."

You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.

Thank you so so much for your support, _____

I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!

And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x

So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.

When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.

Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"

"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"

So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.

"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."

You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."

Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.

"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.

Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.

"What's up, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"

You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."

Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.

"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."

The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.

After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"

He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."

You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.

Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."

"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"

Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."

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EASTER WITH DAVE YORK 🔪 🐇 - HEADCANONS

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: just what I picture spending this day with Dave would be like 🐰 Happy Easter besties and Dave apologists™

• Dave's got a sweet tooth and nothing will ever convince me otherwise; he loves sweets, candies and above all, chocolate but his job demands him to keep fit and in shape under any circumstances, so besides all the working out he does nearly everyday, he also keeps himself in check, controlling his eating habits which means he restrains himself from eating too much sugar on regular basis

• but Easter he doesn't have to keep himself from enjoying things too much, quite the opposite, it's the day he actually allows himself to eat whatever he wants and you take the opportunity to spoil your handsome boyfriend. So you start by making him pancakes and chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, Dave loves it! He's excited to see you care so much for him, and he eats everything up

• of course you will exchange chocolate, just like the Easter tradition says, but it's not just any chocolate, it's BELGIUM CHOCOLATE 🤌 and he's immediately thrilled by it, you know how much he loves it and it warms your heart to see Dave's eyes sparkling over something so simple such as a chocolate

• but Easter Sundays aren't just a picnic either, because of course he's gotta visit his girls, even if it's just to drop by their gifts, but you know it always takes a toll on him, because Carol makes sure to annoy the hell out of him, and worst of all: using the kids for it

• ideally, Dave would prefer to spend some time with you and the girls, working on some bonding time and have fun as a family, but since the girls were little monsters towards you, acting up and being impolite, plus how Carol reacted afterwards, you both got into an agreement you wouldn't do it again, so he goes out to spend time with them and then comes back to you

• however, you both know it will probably be a disaster but what could he do? He missed his girls and he had made - with your help - a lovely Easter basket with some chocolate eggs, some of their favorite candy, a lip gloss each and a plushie bunny, just like when they were little, and he was hoping they'd be happy with it

• they weren't; and they didn't even try to hide it. They just got disappointed because Carol said if Dave spent too much on you, then he should give them new iPads for Easter and that's what they expected so when they saw the basket, they both rolled their eyes

"thanks dad"

"did you like it, baby?"

"yeah, whatever"

• and let me tell you: Dave kills people, he's rough and tough but those girls have the power to gut him, and after spending a lunchtime and mid afternoon clearly being told he's just bothering them or he's lame, he decided to take them back to their mother's and head home to you, regretting not spending Easter with someone who really deserved it

• when he got home earlier, you were surprised, thinking he would be home only later for dinner, but judging by his upset face, you could tell those means girls had to do with it. You hugged him and told him you'd make him great dinner, but he said no, instead, he told you you should both go out to eat at a nice restaurant

• you agreed, picking one you knew Dave loved and going with him to try and cheer him up. Easter was such a nice date, you hated he got upset because of his daughters' behavior and wanted him to have a special evening, so after the delicious dinner, you and him got home, telling Dave to wait for you in bed, you showed up to him in bunny ears and a bunny tail butt plug

• it was enough to cheer him up and make him excited, especially when he pulled you to him and you bounced on him like the naughty little bunny you were

• once you were both done, Dave held you tight against him, caressing your skin gently as you nuzzled his chest

"you know, honey... I've been thinking... Why don't we have a baby?"

• he casually said it, truth was: Dave missed being a dad, but above all, he missed having a child who actually loved him as a father and he knew things would work out with you this time because unlike his first marriage, your relationship with him was based on mutual love, passion and respect 💗

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Werewolf! Michael myers RZ Halloween NSFW Alphabet

Note: I wanted to do an NSFW Alphabet for the Werewolf Tall Mickey for a while now. This gif is giving me them Tall Myers vibes.

18+ Minors DNI

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex?)

Panting like crazy, he's been through so much fucking he's panting like a dog who ran a long way. He starts to clean himself like a dog licking your juices off his balls, which leads him to clean your back, which you don't mind. He then asks if you want food, which you replied with a yes to that. Eating in bed with making sure you're doing well after the fucking he did to your body, He'll lift you up to take a hot shower before bed.

B = Bodypart (Their Favorite Bodypart of their body and also their Partner's)

The giant is a Werewolf. His arms had a lot of strength to them to decapitated a victim, and the jaws he has, he would be breaking bones and crushing wind pipes with his large fangs.

You and your small frame to him perfect to him. He loves your soft lips that are so comfortable against his. He melts when you try to reach his face to cress it

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He has a breeding kink, and he's staying in deep till he fills you up real good.

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

He wants to see you in loose lingerie, which he will try carefully to take it off in a creative way every time. A way of teasing you till be gets down to the night of breeding sex

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

He had none if you lived in a Sanatorium for 15 years, and you mostly did art in your room. You can only imagine it was when he got out he had seen Victims doing it, especially in his old abandoned house. He may have seen some videos online when you were at work.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, easy position to learn, and to see your face scrunched up in the amount of pleasure you're in. Cowgirl, you can ride and bounce on top while he watches you ride on his beast and play with yourself. Doggie Style, do I have to say why he loves this position? He'll put you into this position for a little rough fucking from behind. Mating Press, his breeding kink kicks in when he's ready to release his load into your warm womb. He'll stay in that position as a plug to keep his semen inside you.

G = Goofy (Are they more Serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect?)

This time means I want to make you feel amazing in the moment, so he doesn't want the mode spoiled by something goofy during the act he'll become grouchy which will take forever to get him back in the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the Carpet match the Drapes, ect?)

On top he has lovely long locks, he had grown out when he was in Smith's Grove with some stuble on his face, down below, it's a little forest, but a quick trim down there it looks better. When he goes wolf, looking a bit like an Old English SheepDog due to his long hair, and his abdomen is completely covered by his long wolf hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect..)

He's definitely wanting to give you a lot of kisses while praising your body during what he calls sometimes, "Breeding time," which is every time when you both have sex. Having him holding you in his arm in between rounds, he's careful not to be laying his whole body on you. Definitely saying sweet nothings in your ears during the round.

J = Jack/Jill off (Masturbation headcannon)

He doesn't do it often, but if that urge creeps on him, he's going to take care of it. He can turn you on by how he would show how he strokes, starts at the base of his shaft stopping halfway, then strokes fast at his tip. Making a wet sound from it, he will do that when he fingers you.

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, praising of any kind, Cockwarming, and size differents kink

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do )

This man wants to rut in the bedroom cause it's more comfortable for sexy time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

A touched starving man gets turned on by suggested touches on his body. He would be thinking about you with a heavy pregnant belly with swollen breasts for you and his pups that makes him go into breeding mode.

N = No (Something that they wouldn't do, turns offs)

Definitely, no mentioning Smith's Grove or Sister

Won't turn you into a Werewolf if you ask him. He loves you this way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills ect)

Definitely giving you some oral, eating you out like a straving beast. Michael definitely enjoys a good oral treatment on his disco stick (He'll pound you real good as a Thank you.)

69 is his favorite. He's eating you out while you're giving him head.

P = Pace (Are they Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Ect.)

Does start slow before picking up the pace and going to pound town. He doesn't want to go too rough on you, but he can't help it. He loves you so much. He'll go soft the next round

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on Quickies rather than proper sex, how often, ect)

Depending on how he feels, he would not be interested one day. The next, he's got you bending over the couch or counter and give you one. He'll be giving you more when he is done hunting.

R = Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take any risks, ect

Out of curiosity or just getting horny when out in the woods, he would want to go down on you in the woods. Like a wolf in the wild, he will do the dirty with you on a blanket (so your back isn't pricked by branches just so you're comfortable while in pleasure Town) He might want to fuck you when he's in his Werewolf forme, his huge dick on you looks like it can't fit in and would tear your holes into one big hole (and a trip to the ER)

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

Will go all night if he's back home early or he's having a day off, around 10 or 12 rounds, depending on how much energy he has that day. Morning sex is a big Yes for him.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You probably have a vibrator you have in your dresser that you would use before you met Michael. You take it out to use it when he's not home and needy of him. He finds it useless cause why would you use it if he can give you endless hours of pleasure from him.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

His form of teasing is showing you is the for mentioned of stroking his cock, and fingering while stroking his tip making a luded sound from it. Cockwarming is another form of teasing from him he'll be in you for a while till he's ready.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make?)

Loud Panting, grunts, and moans in his gruff voice, Hella hot.

W = Wildcard (Random Head cannons)

When you first met, Michael wasn't comfortable with you on seeing his face. He would wear his wore out mask or his Jack o lantern one. When is he ready for you to see his face he'll let you do the honor of taking off his mask.

Michael would, on occasion, pick wild flowers when he's out for you. He would come home with a big boutique of wild flowers he found in the woods.

He would make you a mask as another form of his love for you.

Michael may not look like it, but he deep down he wants to hear the sounds of little feet on the floor one day. He would wonder when the day will come you tell him that you want a baby.

X = X-ray (What's going on in their pants?)

Human: A good size, 7 inches with good girth

Werewolf: Hidden underneath his shaggy fur is a near 10 inches cock with big girth and knot (he won't put all of it in but started half before going in fully when you get used to his size)

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

His sex drive depends on his mood. He would be cranky one day the next day he's horny and uses his look when he wants to rut.

Z = Zzzz.. (..how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

After a shower and some leftovers, you cuddle up with your man clean clothes and dried you'll drift off to sleep. He'll follow suit when you're asleep and you're doing good after the pounding you got from him.

#michaelmyers #halloweenmovie #werewolf #robzombieshalloween #michael myers x reader

[bonsoir-tyrelliot]

So I’ve read like most of the Tyrelliot on AO3 at this point (minus the high school and college AUs because that stuff isn’t my jam) and I wanted to post my recs! I have tagged authors wherever I’m aware of them. Keep in mind this is my personal taste, which tends toward the soft. In no particular order:

1. Last Request (series) - This author’s instincts for romance are better than 95% of the published romance market. It’s unfinished but by the time you get to where it stops you’ll believe in Tyrelliot’s love so hard you’ll believe they can get through their final obstacle. AU.

2. Lend me your heart, I swear I won’t break it - Does anyone else get a literal physical response from sweetness in fic? I do, and I spent all 27,000 words of this in that tingly state. There’s angst but it’s so worth it for how sweet they are to each other. The ending is either happy or sad depending on your personal headcanons.

3. Beside the white chickens - A cute, longer oneshot where Tyrell comforts Elliot. I got the tingles from this entire thing too.

4. Lacunae - As I think the name implies, this fic gives us scenes from in between canon scenes. It also gives new takes on some canon scenes. WIP. Some of the best writing I have ever seen, no exaggeration. You have to read it to believe it. @auntarctica

5. the two-body problem - Elliot saves Tyrell after 404 and plays grumpy nurse. Both are incredibly in character. Tyrell high on morphine is cute but heartbreaking. Excellent writing. @cainightfics

6. This world will always be here - Technically this is Tyrobot, but it’s too good not to include, and it’s all Elliot anyway right? Incredibly sweet, incredibly well written. The softest Tyrell you'll ever meet. @the-fossilized-writer

7. In the dread of night and it’s sequel Sleeping at last - Two one shots that fix Tyrell’s death. I never knew I wanted Tyrell to be good with a wrench but it turns out I did want that.

8. Reboot to Recovery - A oneshot inside Elliot Alderson’s mind. Very cute and sweet and satisfying.

9. On your side, always - This is the most straightforward post-canon Tyrelliot get-together I’ve come across. Almost no angst, some pretty good smut.

10. I, Robot - A oneshot where Mr. Robot gets to relax for a minute with Tyrell. Very in character and adorable. Tyrobot.

11. Know you by heart - Tyrobot scenes from the basement in season 3. Expands on Mr. Robot's character in very cool ways. @zeiskyte

—Bonus-three recs that are PWPish.

1. Tender are the hands of god - Robot-Elliot strangles Tyrell during sex to celebrate the successful hack. Also, weirdly, this is some of the best prose I have ever seen on AO3.

2. World full of uptight gentlemen - Elliot makes Tyrell wear a vibrating butt plug during an E Corp meeting.

3. The evolution of Elliot Alderson - Elliot as power bottom. Sex in a limo. @deviantdarkbelle

#mr. robot #tyrelliot #tyrell wellick #elliot alderson #blogging about mr. robot in 2023 bc i'm like this #tyrell x elliot #tyrelliot fic #tyrelliot recs

[lipglossanon]

Hi there! So I remember the headcanons that you did about the reader getting hit on by Leon’s friends, and when it came to stepdads, dark stepdad was like “think it’s cute that you got hit on?” and was, y’know, mean as usual.

BUT

What if Leon’s coworkers were hitting on you and you were clearly uncomfortable with it? We know that despite Leon’s roughness he loves you so much and is really protective and possessive.

So imagine you sitting next to Leon at the table with his coworkers, seemingly having a normal conversation at dinner. But all the coworkers keep complimenting you. It’s nothing inappropriate, just them saying how beautiful you are, how lucky Leon is to have such a sweet girl, how they wish they had their own cute little daughter.

And at this point Leon is already pissed but then he looks at you and he can tell you’re uncomfortable; you’re trying your best to give out polite smiles but you’re just clenching your fists and staring at your plate.

So to help you a bit, Leon says something to one of these coworkers that sounds like “Hey, X, how’s your divorce going? Does your wife still hate you?” and you actually giggle a bit.

The rest of the dinner no one says anything to you but you can still feel several pairs of eyes on you, so you’re grabbing Leon’s hand under the table, holding it tightly and he gently caresses your knuckles to calm you down and Leon is SO happy and proud because his baby girl finds comfort in HIM.

After his coworkers leave he just picks you up and takes you to the bedroom, being really soft for a change. Saying how you’re his good girl, how if anyone tries to touch he’ll cut off their hands, how he’d kill for you.

And for a while you’re just kissing while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Then he’ll fuck you and leave you covered in hickeys so you forget all about his stupid coworkers. And of course he’ll make you repeat dozens of times that you belong to him.

He’ll also be so frustrated , that he will cum inside you several times, filling you so much that his cum is spilling out of you for the rest of the night.

- 🦭

Hi 🦭 anon! 👋

I’m going to shamelessly plug this work featuring sweet stepdad with his coworkers hitting on you 🤭

And I love that 👏 👏

Dark stepdad who’s mean to you but it’s on his own terms 😤 so if there’s some work get together that you’re somehow roped into and his coworkers are being a little too into you, he’s def being the pettiest mean girl about it.

“Weren’t you crying at work cause your wife fucked her gym coach?”

“W-what?”

Leon side eyes you with a smirk, “Hmm checks out why she would tbough, doesn’t it?”

And you’re just like 👀 👀 Leon being mean to someone for you?? 😍

And so the conversation about you dies down as everyone knows Leon’s got dirt on them. He’s gripping your thigh under the table hard enough to bruise but it’s so reasssuring 😌 you just hold onto the top of his hand until the dinner is over.

And he’s for sure fucking you until you can’t think once you get home. He’s slipping your collar around your pretty neck and being very praise oriented this time until you’re just a shaking wet mess underneath him as he cums in you over and over 😵‍💫

Sorry I hijacked your ask idea! Dark stepdad is so dreamy 😌

#ask box #🦭 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #stepcest #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy #sweet stepdad!leon s kennedy

[rhoorl]

Week in Review | Dec. 10

Hi! How are you? I can't believe we're nearing the midway point of December! I am happy to get back to my typical Week in Review style after an abbreviated version last week!

Same shit different week for me when it comes to my TBR, I add more than I can read. But alas, here's what I got to:

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena - I've kept this series in my Current Compulsory Series section for weeks, but I'm pulling it up to the top this week because we got the final part this week! It's always a bit bittersweet to me when I get to the end of a series, especially one I'm following in real-time. I loved following along each week and immersing myself in this story and I’m sad it's done (but hey, great news, I can now reread it from the beginning and binge!). Great job Jo! 💕

While I'm talking about Jo, here's this saucy one-shot Coming Under the Christmas Tree

Joel Miller

Footprints by @sin-djarin - This brought back some Christmas morning nostalgia for me! Joel as a dad and the love he has for Sarah makes me melt. And we have an Uncle Tommy appearance too!

Mr. Ben

SOS by brnn on AO3 - I’m not sure if this creator is on Tumblr, but if they are let me know! I had several chapters of this story built up that I hadn’t caught up on and when the final chapter dropped I binged what I had left! Mr. Ben and OFC Clare are adorable. 

Din Djarin

Safe to The Touch by @linzels-blog A touch-starved Din gets some lovin’. 💕

A Baker’s Dozen by @avastrasposts Part 2 in Mel's series saw Din come into the bakery. This was so sweet (no pun intended!).

Other Characters

Good Things Take Time by @oonajaeadira -  This series is so good! I've had it recommended to me several times and I've been slowly working my way through it, savoring it because I don't want it to end! I read Parts 2 and 3 this week along with the various drabbles in between. The chemistry these two have is *chef's kiss*

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @trulybetty - A healthy serving of delicious stories this week. I officially want to move to Maplewood, well, maybe visit. I'll be honest, I'm not made for the cold anymore. 😆 Also, Tim and Cagney continue to be a favorite as are Frankie and Mav! And Dieter made me google Christmas hippo socks which somehow I already did not own! 🦛

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog The rollercoaster I felt with this latest chapter … I have to know what happens next!!

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings This latest chapter had me all up in my feels. These two are 🥹💕

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese I think I've finally managed to pick my jaw up off the floor from the spicy scene in the latest chapter.

Undercover (Tim Rockford) by @secretelephanttattoo Another great chapter update this week, El!! Grumpy Tim and his pet fish are living rent free in my head.

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest - There is some dad Javi content I need to catch up on!!

Posts from the week:

The moodboards @wildemaven puts out are always gold, but this Frankie holiday-themed board just made me swoon 

@laurfilijames made me think about which holiday movies the TF boys would be into. I also hastily made a graphic lol. Speaking of asks @maggiemayhemnj gave me an almost impossible this or that choice. My friend @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain offered up these choices.

If you need a badge for any Pedro boy, @morallyinept has you covered

We got our first look at Pedro in Freaky Tales and oh goodness … the scar. Seriously help us all whenever the Gladiator photos leak. 

In case you missed it, the fun writing challenge that’s going around here's another plug. I finally have an idea … now I just need to write it. I think I’m going to end up throwing it back to my college days and cramming this in at the last minute….

Feral corner:

There was simply too much to keep track of this week. I was overwhelmed by thots. I think this post sums things up well.

This photo altered my brain chemistry. This photo of Pedro as Dieter and THEN this video… oh hey Working Title Dieter. 😏 Frankie tummy always gets me. Javi P in this jacket. Talk about gifs you can hear. This outfit - he knew what he was doing when we wore this right?

@foralonglongtime - no pressure but I’m very excited about the prospect of this…

This scene from TLOU forever changed me. 

Garrett Hedlund: This man was utterly too much this week. Exhibit A, Exhibit B, Exhibit C, and finally, the post that started my spiral.

Things I watched:

I didn't make it to the movies this week, Mr. Rhoorl went and saw Godzilla Minus One and loved it. He's a huge Godzilla fan so he was pretty excited to see it. I’m off fo work tomorrow so I’m planning on seeing Wish.

Something that is releasing soon that I'm excited to see is Rebel Moon with Charlie Hunnam on Netflix. It looks like it will be available for my UK fans this week, but we in the US have to wait until the 21st.

Personal Stuff

Busy week. Both Mr Rhoorl and I had PTO on different days this week and we both had our plans thwarted by a sick baby. She's ok now, all good! Otherwise, we've been mostly laying low. I have managed to get most of my holiday shopping done and our Christmas cards arrived so that's exciting! We've also been checking out the various theme parks - I love the way they decorate this time of year! We did a holiday cookie stroll at Epcot last night and it was yummy

Fic updates:

I had Benny Miller brain rot again (when don't I at this point?). Anyway, the result was a third part of what I guess is now the unofficial "Are You on Mute" series. I do have plans for wrapping those one-shots up into something bigger. I just frankly keep having thots I have to get out and it's distracting me😆

I did manage to get a good amount of writing done for the next chapter of Delta Landscaping. Hoping to get the new episode out early this week. Whenever I get down on myself that I'm not updating that series fast enough I remind myself it's essentially like 6 different series in one so therein lies the delays 🫣

This can be such a stressful part of the year, so I hope you are able to take some time for yourself! Have a great week and thanks for reading if you made it this far!

Masterlist

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3 

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

Are You Alone 

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl fic rec #pedro pascal characters fic #garrett hedlund

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

i’m making my own post about the LS Dunes twitter drama because i have a LOT of thoughts.

the hate that LS Dunes is receiving on twitter is some of the most unfair bullshit i’ve ever witnessed within this fandom. if you’re not like me and you keep away from toxic places like dunestwt, good for you, but you also might be unaware of some of the things this band is facing at the moment. let me break it down. a full history and my own take. (there’s an entire fucking essay after the cut) <3

the internet blew up when the AI scandal happened. people who had never even heard or cared about LS Dunes before suddenly had fully formed opinions and were flooding Dunes’ comment sections and Anthony Green’s DMs. when this happened, trust me when i tell you that NO ONE was on LS Dunes’ side entirely. even us who were and still are fully a part of the fandom were disappointed in them. it was a horrible idea, lacking research and insight. something they probably had to double down on due to contracts that made them release the video despite the backlash. but do you know what the fans did? we didn’t watch the video. that’s it. it’s that simple. however, there were some individuals who decided that an appropriate response was sending death threats to Anthony Green. i think i speak for all of us Dunes fans who say to that; fuck you. that is the lowest low anyone could’ve gone to and anyone who messaged him that, you should be ashamed of yourself.

when all of the sudden this cool new band that had a smaller fandom compared to that of MCR, Thursday, Circa, and Coheed, got shoved under a spotlight that opened the floor for apparently anyone to say whatever they wanted to the members of Dunes, fans of My Chem especially were now paying attention to Frank Iero, despite never having cared about his projects outside of MCR before. He was under a microscope, just waiting for him to say something about Anthony or about AI. When he finally was spotted active online, it was in the comment section of his friend's Instagram post. This is where the irrational anger and hatred began, when the screenshots were shared all over twitter and labeled Frank as antisemetic. something that would've been a harmless joke if Frank wasn't already in that AI spotlight, now it fans the flames.

after that, most of us moved on. the small community of angry people on twitter, however, did not. if you remember earlier this year, there was a group of people who decided that Frank Iero was "cheating" on MCR due to the fact that he plugged both the MCR Australian tour and the LS Dunes California show in the same instagram post. essentially, this only escalated. there are people on twitter who genuinely believe that Frank is single-handedly preventing the production of MCR's fifth studio album due to his dedication to LS Dunes. as if Dunes didn't function as a band that worked around the members' schedules, assuring that an LS Dunes tour never collided with the touring or recording of MCR, Thursday, Saosin, Coheed, etc. etc. do you actually, genuinely believe that Gerard, Ray, and Mikey are currently sitting in a recording studio in Los Angeles, just waiting for sweet sweet Frankie to stop touring and return to them in Cali so they can FINALLY record MCR5? obviously Gee, Ray, and Mikey have NOTHING else to do in their lives and Frank is totally just destroying everything by using his free time to make amazing music with LS Dunes.

LS Dunes is a band of 5 dorky dads who, guess what? already have money! they have bands that are HUGE in the scene. LS Dunes exists because Tucker, Tim, Anthony, Frank, and Travis LOVE doing it! so yes, sometimes the band pulls funny stunts because they can do whatever they want. like selling vip tickets for a fucking pizza party. there is literally nothing harmful about Dunes wanting to hang with a few of their fans who are willing to pay to eat pizza with them. if you go to twitter, this will be one of the many many things that people are angry about. why? because they have NOTHING else to be mad at. all they know is that they want to be angry at Dunes and to be angry at Frank because they don't have MCR5 yet. however, when they can't find anything to be mad about, i guess it means we can be mad at pizza?

finally. the very recent video that is still circling. the video that was posted by one user and then immediately was thrown into a completely different context than anyone had intended in the first place. the video in question is LS Dunes on tour with PTV, between songs on their set with Anthony chatting up the audience. now, i'm not sure about y'all, but i would say that if Anthony in any way has seen the kind of shit people say about him on twitter, he would have every right to distance himself. i would say that for anyone. the internet is a horrific place where you can get attacked and insulted for pretty much anything. Anthony knows this, and he knows what kind of effect that can have on someone's mental health. believe it or not, Anthony cares about his fans and their mental health, too. so, as a word of advice, he told this particular crowd that it was okay to stop and take a break for a few days. it was okay to put a pause on constantly having to respond to anything and everything going on in the world. because if you don't take a break, you're hurting yourself. you will burn out. and no one wants that. Anthony doesn't want that. in the heat of a rockin LS Dunes set, Anthony tells his crowd "don't post political shit". lets be real, politics is one of the MOST emotionally draining things online.

now, what does the angry twitter mob say about Anthony advising people to take care of themselves? why, they make it out to seem like Anthony was spreading hate for real world tragedies and bluntly stating that he didn't give a shit about the state of the world!!!! because of COURSE thats what you got out of that!!!!!

it isn't JUST that Anthony and Dunes are getting unnecessary hate thrown at them, it's the gleeful attitude that people on twitter have when talking shit about this band. as if its okay. as if its justified and NORMAL to beat down musicians like this. (and it's not just twitter. i see the dunes haters on tumblr too. i see you. and i hope if you're reading this it means you'll take some time to re-evaluate). the main problem i run into with this attitude is that i have noticed that the people who complain on twitter are JUST on twitter, and they do not see the LOVE and the SUPPORT that Dunes has from their real fans. in their minds, EVERYONE thinks like them, so that must mean EVERYONE has decided to take a fat shit on LS Dunes. i just want them to zoom out. zoom out of your twitter circle and realize that there are real things to worry about than trying to make Anthony Green look like a villain.

if you feel the need to spread lies and hate about the members of LS Dunes, send threats or nasty messages to them and their families, and boo them off stage at the PTV tour, and yet you STILL have the audacity to consider yourself an MCR fan, take a look at yourself in the mirror. still don't see it? fine. you may not see where you're wrong, but i know Gerard, Ray, and Mikey would. you can't consider yourself an MCR fan and continue to shred apart the livelihood of 1/4 of the band.

you don't have to love LS Dunes. hell. you dont even have to LIKE LS Dunes. i would never shut you down when you share your opinions that LS Dunes' music isnt for you. the music you love/hate is for you and you only. what i WILL shut you down for is nonsensical hate against the PEOPLE who make the music.

my name is J, LS Dunes is my favourite band in the whole damn world. they saved my life, and Anthony Green continues to save my life every god damn day. clearly, i am passionate about it. if you read this far i am fucking amazed, but i hope you learned something. my asks are always open.

#j screams #a lot #ls dunes #frank iero #tucker rule #anthony green #tim payne #travis stever #mcr

[ca-kie]

it’s summer ✿ steve harrington

❀  [1.8k] best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader ✎.ೃ࿐ ˖♡ Every summer is hell. Both physically, and mentally. It's hot, and you still can't help but stay in your room all day. Right now, it's late, really late, and you're having another night-time descent to depression. You need someone with you, so who's best to call but your best friend? Wait- no- sorry! Nevermind... ╰┈➤ angst (also hurt/comfort?), fluff, implied suicidal ideation (if you've been thru it, you'll see it), descriptions of an anxiety attack, symptoms of depression, best friends to lovers !! , reader is implied to be shorter than steve and can wear his sweaters (doesnt say how it fits them tho!)

a/n: HI so this is actually my first fic uhmmmm!! i've based this fic a little on my own experiences with staying up late bc of anxiety, depression, all that jazz—and if at any point you feel triggered, its completely okay to click off! if i've missed any warnings pls dont hesitate to comment! same goes for things i could improve on! ALSO!! GUYS REBLOGGING HELPS A TON!! IT GETS WRITERS MORE REACH N STUFF!!! 

a/n 2: i edited a bit lol

also! you do not have permission to translate/post this onto other websites, tumblr is my only posting site as of now, and i will inform yall if i ever decide to add another. 

It should be playful splashes of water, and half-melted popsicles to beat the heat. Water balloon fight filled days, and picnics in the park. Stargazing in the cool of the night, and tired heads resting on shoulders. Where sweets and junk food replace heavy textbooks and tossed aside essays. 

Yet, it’s 4 seconds in, and 4 seconds out. It’s, “5 things you can see, 4 you can touch…” It’s sleepless nights filled with loneliness and anxiety. It’s dried-out tears on your cheeks as you stare at the dark of your wall. You can’t close your eyes without the intrusion of no-good-thoughts. You can’t keep them open without feeling like your lungs are closing in on themselves. You’re too scared to sleep, dreading having to battle through another, repetitive and emotionally-exhausting day. You just want it to stop.

‘Splash some water on your face to ground yourself’ your mom had told you. But as soon as you open your eyes, patting away leftover droplets, your gaze drifts over to the bathtub. A bucket of water, filled to the brim. You’re tired, everything is too much and you just need a break. The cold prickles against your fingertips, gliding smoothly as you draw patterns. Plugging your nose, you dip your head in; coming back up with a sense of refreshed-ness. Albeit, short-lived, but refreshing none-the-less. You find yourself chasing that feeling.

A soft stream of water…

Plop

Plip

Plop

Plip

You gasp, running to turn off the sink faucet. The stopper had somehow broken, and plugged up the sink. Fortunately, only a small puddle had formed during your reverie. God, you’d be dead meat if your mom found out you’d accidentally flooded the bathroom at 2am. After getting a rug to clean up your mess, you take a look at the mirror. Your swollen eyes had calmed down after being soaked with ice-cold water. You had as well.

Not ready to go back to the dark confines of your bedroom, you sat down on the closed toilet seat. Only now, do you realize what you were thinking about whilst zoned out. And, god, did it scare you. Your breathing got more ragged, shallow, and all your senses were heightened. You were home alone. 

Alone.

Again.

The vent was getting too loud, and the lights too bright. The bathroom mat beneath you more spiky than soft. Knives were running through your heart. Tears were threatening to fall, and you wanted to crawl out of your skin. Everything was getting so uncomfortable. You just wanted to shed like a snake and float away into the night; carried by the wind to faraway places. You needed something to ground you. Tell you that you’re okay. And by instinct, your feet led you to the kitchen phone. Dialing the oh-so-familiar digits that you knew by heart. You fidgeted with the phone cord, focusing on the swirly loops going through your fingers.

Doooot, doooot.

Doooot, doooot.

Click

A faint ruffle, then a sleep-dowsed voice spoke, “Hello…?”

You waited a few seconds to respond, processing the fact that Steve actually answered. You didn’t expect anyone to pick up at this time. Especially not him. A small whisper followed, meek and lined with unspoken apologies, “Hi.” “Y/n? Shit- Are… are you okay?” Steve could hear the sadness in your voice, the emptiness and longing for comfort. His heart broke a little at the thought of you going through this again. He knows about the many sleepless nights you go through, mind racing with terrible thoughts, “Wait, I- no- That was a stupid question, do you-” You panicked. Feeling bothersome because you had awoken Steve from his slumber; guilty knowing how much he needs it. “Uhm- I… Can you…” A deep breath in, “nevermind, I’m-sorry-I-woke-you-up-bye.” You spurt out quickly, putting the phone back without waiting for an answer and running back up the stairs. 

Back to your blanket pile of pathetic-ness. Because that’s what you are, right? Just a pile of pathetic-ness who always bothers those around them with their problems.

He probably hates you now. Called him up at 3am for nothing? You’re so needy. He can probably tell that you’re fucking obsessed with him. Your friendship will probably go downhill from here. And that's all your fault.             You stuffed your face into your pillow. Just wanting the night to end. The ticking from your clock is the only thing that can be heard, besides your breathing and the occasional night breeze. You sigh, and focus on the ticking sound to push any negative thoughts away. Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Ti– Plink!

… Plink!

Plink! You sprang up from your bed. That isn’t your clock ticking anymore. And it’s coming from the window. Cautiously, you grab the closest solid object near you, ready to chuck at whatever’s outside the glass. You swish your curtains aside and… Steve? Your brows furrow as you take him in; clad in plaid pajama pants and a gray pullover, backpack in his hand, pebbles in the other. He sighs in relief when your figure appears in the window. As soon as you hung up on him, he sprinted to his car, grabbing a few things along the way. He knew you were having another bad night, and it stung his heart—of which you hold—remembering how quiet and shaky your voice sounded. He yells as loud as he can at 3am, “Y/n! Can I come up?” Shock and confusion makes up your expression, blinking a few times before nodding and opening your window. Steve being Steve, he climbs up with ease, kicking off his shoes before engulfing you in a big, bear hug. Your face trembles, your emotions coming back to you all at once. He pulls back, grabbing his backpack and bringing out his maroon sweater to put on you. Oh, that sweater.

He knows how much you love it, despite actively denying it. Steve pulls you back into him, your head buried in his shoulder and you cry, “Shh, sweetheart. Let it all out, you’re not alone anymore… I’m here,” he mumbles into your hair, stroking your head comfortingly. His overwhelming affection made you cry even more, which made him hug you tighter.

A few minutes pass, and you’ve moved to your bed. Steve tidied your room up, taking dirty dishes downstairs, and swiftly coming back up with a glass of water, “Drink.” 

           When you’re done he places it on your bedside table, and cups your face in his hands, analyzing it, “What’s wrong? Or are you not ready to talk about it? I mean, that’s totally okay, we can just lay in bed or whatever.” You give him an appreciative, tight-lipped smile, and gesture to him to lay beside you. Your voice comes out a bit raspy as you thank him, “Steve… I don’t know how to explain to you how grateful I am for you to be such an amazing…” Sniff, “friend… Uhm– I don’t know what I’d do without you, honest.”

Steve smiles, and pulls you in for another hug; your head on his chest. He hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating, and you hope he can’t feel yours, “‘Course poppet. Anything for you.” Your heart skips a beat at the innocent confession, he meant that in a platonic way—and you’re just emotionally vulnerable, right now… Right…? You push your feelings aside, which are probably deceiving you. You look up at him, but he’s already looking at you. You think you can see blush rise to his cheeks as he looks away embarrassed, you tease, “Like the view, Harrington?” Unconsciously, he squirms under your gaze and rolls his eyes, “Aren’t you supposed to be, like, sad right now?” Playfully, you sit up with a ‘humph’, and turn away. You steal the whole blanket from him, “Okay,” before inhaling and letting out a cry reminiscent of a toddler’s. “Literally shut up.” Steve laughed, grabbing you by your waist and tickling you. You jump from his touch, but he pulls you back just as fast. His fingers press harder, and it makes you laugh even louder. Giggles and snickers turned your once sorrowful room into a place of pure joy. No longer was it filled with a sense of loneliness, but a fuller, happier feeling of love. Silly, teenage love. 

As you both calm down, you feel warmth rise to your cheeks. Steve is redder than a tomato below you, at that you let out a small giggle. “What?” he asks, “Shit– my hair’s messed up isn’t it?” But that makes you laugh even more, which makes him laugh even more. You collapse into his chest, tired from all the emotions you’ve gone through tonight. 

A beat or two passes, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence in silence. It was never awkward when things died down after some banter. Your eyes grow heavy, and you nuzzle closer to Steve’s neck. Leaving soft butterfly kisses that have him growing warmer underneath you, “Thank you Steve. M’grateful to have someone like you…” You brush your lips against his skin; too short to be considered an actual kiss, but lingers long enough to cross the platonic-romantic border. As you fall into your body’s pleas for slumber, a confession of romance tumbles out. Quick, and casual; as if it's said on the regular, which it isn’t. At that, you both freeze. Steve processes your words in his head, “You… what?” You’re quick to put up your defenses, not willing to be hurt again tonight by your own, reckless actions, “Okay, I– Uhm-well-I… I meant that platonically…?” your voice goes up at the end, making you cringe internally at how fake that sounded, “Shit– sorry, it’s just that-”

Quick to interrupt, a confession of his own slips out, “I-love-you-too.” And Steve can see the wave of relief immediately sweeping away your tensed shoulders. You smile up at him, and kiss the corner of his mouth. As much as he tries to fight it, a huge smile appears on his face. Full of genuine elation and adoration. Steve pulls you closer, boops your nose with his, and pecks your lips.

Pulling away, he tsks, “Don’ be a coward, poppet.” Which is immediately met with a punch to his arm, and a peck back.

You throw your arm over his chest, and he pulls the blanket up. Signs of day tickle the sky; indigo, berry blues, a touch of vermillion, finished with a faint sprinkle of stars. Your clock reads 4 AM, but you don’t care. You aren’t going to wake up alone. And you certainly won’t be getting through each day by yourself.

Gone are the constant grounding exercises, and puffy, red eyes; sleepless nights, and negative self-lies. They’re replaced with love-filled hugs, and endless tickles. Feeling loved on bad days, and tissue-caught sniffles. It’s late diner dates, and shared milkshakes. Subtle gazes, and trips to the lake.

It’s finally summer.

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© revised 2023 fikafika

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[lavellenchanted]

Hi! Do you have any comforting book/movie recs? Maybe with a sweet love story or friendship?

ABSOLUTELY I do!!

Books

Love Lettering by Kate Clayborn. This is a really charming romance about Meg, who does custom calligraphy, including wedding invitations, like the invites she did for Reid Sutherland a year ago. But now he's back, having spotted a hidden message she wove into his invitations warning him that his marriage was doomed. He wants to know how she knew, but Meg's got her own problems - but despite herself she feels a connection with Reid that's only growing deeper . . .

Everything Eva Ibbotson has ever written, especially her historical romances. My personal favourite is The Secret Countess, set in 1919, in which Anna, a Russian Countess, after fleeing from the Bolsheviks, takes a job as a maid in a young English Earl's household.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows - told in letters and the inspiration for the film, it's quite different from the movie in some respects but is just warm, gentle and a really cosy read.

Crosstalk by Connie Willis - this is a romcom with a slight sci-fi vibe; in the not too distance future Briddey Flannigan gets an implant to allow telepathic communication with her boyfriend so they can have a more open relationship, but instead finds herself connected to someone else entirely . . .

Attachments by Rainbow Rowell - this is such a gentle romance, set in the 90s, Lincoln works for a paper in their IT department and has been assigned to check emails that get flagged by their new system. One particular coworker, Beth, keeps getting her emails flagged and as he reads them, he finds himself falling in love with her . . . the only problem is he's never actually met her.

Anne of Green Gables (and sequels) by L. M. Montgomery - a true classic, that is just so joyful to read, and the love story between Anne and Gilbert is one of my very favourites.

The Boy trilogy by Meg Cabot - these are three of Meg Cabot's adult books, all loosely connected but they can be read as standlones, and are just fun, easy reads with nice romances that are really feel good.

Movies

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - since I've plugged the book let's also plug the movie. It's gentle, it's warm, it's comforting, it's lovely and it's two hours of Michiel Huisman being charming.

The Shop Around the Corner - the original that inspired You've Got Mail, with James Stewart and Margaret Sullavan. It's lower stakes that YGM but still fun, romantic and really feel good.

When In Rome - this film is ridiculous but I love it, a romcom with Kristen Bell and Josh Duhamel where she takes coins out of a fountain in Rome causing four men to fall hopelessly in love with her.

The Longest Ride - this is based on a Nicholas Sparks novel and one of my comfort films. There's two love stories, one in the present day and one historical being told to the heroine by Alan Alda, and they're both really sweet.

Your Name - an anime film, I watched this a few years ago and it instantly became one of my all time favourites. It's so beautifully animated, and the romance in it is top tier.

When Fools Rush In - Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek have a one night stand in Las Vegas, but when she gets pregnant he proposes marriage on a whim and they try to build a life together. A stellar romcom and Matthew Perry said it was his favourite of all his films.

Belle (2013) - absolute peak period drama romance, and a truly underrated gem of a film.

Take the Lead - inspired by a true story, Antonia Banderas stars as a ballroom dancer who teaches a class of inner-city kids to dance. Beautiful, charming, romantic.

The Jane Austen Book Club - a group of women form a book club to read all the Jane Austen books, and find they help with their own problems. Lots of friendship and a bit of romance on the side.

And since it is December some special Christmas comfort movie plugs . . .

While You Were Sleeping - Sandra Bullock saves a man from an oncoming train, but gets mistaken by his family for his financee and then starts falling for his brother. A+++ rom com.

Christmas in Boston - two penpals finally agree to meet after writing for 13 years. The catch? They both sent each other pictures of their best friends and pretended it was them.

Dash & Lily - a series rather than a movie but super cute. Lily leaves a notebook with some challenges in a bookstore, Dash finds it and does them, and leaves her some of his own in return, and thus an unlikely friendship is born.

Midnight at the Magnolia - radio hosts and childhood friends Maggie and Jack fake being a couple to drive up the ratings on their show.

Miracle on 34th Street - both the original 1940s version and the 90s remark are great, in which a lawyer and a little girl have to prove that a man claiming to be Santa is the real thing when he's put on trial.

The 12 Dates of Christmas - woman set up on a blind date on Christmas Eve has to relive the night over and over until she gets it right.

I hope those will do you for a while and that you enjoy them!!! Shout if you need any more :)

#sleepover saturday #book recs #movie recs

[generic-sonic-fan]

Hullo there ! I love your " a father’s embrace " fanfic it got me into metal sonic more so i was wondering if u knew any other fanfics i could read that includes him , I would be very gratful for it ☆

Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it. Be sure to also give a look to (shameful self-plug here, apologies) I Can't Take All This and a prompt fill I did for him a while back! Also keep an eager eye out for my Metal Sonic longfic that I'll post. . . eventually.

Without further ado, here's my rec list! I'll sort my recs into four categories: non-ship, Metamy, Metadow and Metonic.

Non-Ship:

The first thing I'll put in this category is actually not a fic, but an official piece of Sonic media. You are now legally obligated to watch the Sonic OVA!! This movie fundamentally changed the way I characterize Metal Sonic forever, and is the basis for at least one fic I'm recommending on this list. 2D animated Sonic is genuinely one of my favorite things on the great green earth, and the OVA has it in spades. If you love the Sonic CD intro, you're gonna love this one. The only drawback is that you have to deal with 90s sexism in some parts, but that's pretty minor.

Now, with that out of the way, let me get on to my actual fic recommendations:

and so I transformed myself with my own hands - by @couch-house. This is THE transfemme Metal Sonic bible right here. But not only that, it features a terrifyingly well-written Eggdad and a great take on Sage. Every scene where Eggman and Metal verbally spar in this one had me on the edge of my seat. The tension and pacing of this one is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. So don't just read it for trans girl Metal- read it for everything else as well.

Situation: Optimal - by ModOrbot. Metal Sonic battles Sonic and pushes himself to the breaking point- and Eggman gets concerned. Featuring good dad Eggdad and some interesting angst from Metal.

Honorary mention to METACOGNITION - by Chaos Theory (Lizardmind). This one's still ongoing, but I really like this author's narration for Metal so far, and the alternate universe premise they're building is fascinating to watch as it unfolds.

Metamy:

Carbon Cafe - by @metallix-mixin. A post-redemption Metal waxes poetic about the bakery he now runs, and the lovely guest who visits him there. A short and sweet story with a charmingly verbose and romantic narration style for Metal that I haven't found anywhere else. I think about this fic whenever I pass a bakery.

Bird Calls - by Fumiku. Metal stumbles across Amy while she's bird-watching. This one's simply the best Metamy I've ever read. Period. GOD I love this one. Most of the time, I simply tolerate Metamy to get more content with Metal Sonic in it, but this fic makes me believe in love. The emotions that both Metal and Amy go through in this one are just so in-character, and are so, so good.

Beauty is in the Beholder - by Fumiku. This is the only fic I've ever found that's about Metamy after the introduction to their relationship. In this one, they've been dating for a while now, but Metal's been having some issues with mental health and body image. Good thing Amy's there to help :)

Metadow:

Mutually Beneficial, Whatever It Takes, and A Form Chosen By Himself, But Not For Himself - by @south-sea here on tumblr. In fact, you really should just check out everything Sea has ever written for their Second Chance AU that they have starring Shadow and Metal. They write Shadow and Metal in a queer-platonic relationship and their writing is honestly what sold me on the relationship in the first place. Everything they touch with these two characters is solid gold. The narration style they use for Metal is brutally effective. I can't recommend those fics highly enough.

Metonic:

Halves of the Same Coin - by @sunnimint. OVA Universe. This fic is MANDATORY READING once you've seen the OVA. This fic dragged me from the highest fluffy happiness to the most gut-wrenching of angst. This fic destroyed me. This fic remade me. And this fic just got its concluding chapter. It's the perfect time to read it.

Iron Oxide - by TheEnigmaMachine. This is the other mandatory reading for Metonic, this time set roughly in gameverse. This fic is fascinating because it's actually a high-concept science fiction novel neatly disguised as a ship fic. This one's a pleasure to read because Metal actually narrates in and utilizes actual computer and science terms (the tags for "quantum mechanics" and "physics" aren't kidding!) It genuinely blew my mind when I first read it. Don't let the weird premise scare you- roll with the angst, bunker down for the enemies-to-lovers slow burn, and give it a shot.

Beginnings of an End - by @sunnimint. If any of you were crying because you don't want to watch the OVA but still wanted to read Sunnimint's absolutely phenomenal prose, look no further- she's got one in gameverse too. This one, opposite of her other one, features a Metal raised by a good dad Eggman, and all of the baggage that comes with it going into a Metonic relationship. It's a fascinating read. The only problem is that it's unfinished, but what's there is solid gold.

#sth #fanfiction #metal sonic #rec list #thank you for asking! I'm honored to give a rec list #if you couldn't tell. . . I'm a bit of a metonic enthusiast. #it's a bit difficult to tell you which of these fics influenced my writing for metal the most #because all of them play an equal part #please please please go give these fics and their creators some love!!!

[rinhaler]

I need to know every little detail of plug Sukuna bc I'm ultimately obsessed with him. How does he likes his coffee in the morning? whats his fave song? color? he sleeps on light clothing or naked? favorite food? Pls luxie give me any crumbs of his personality, you write him in such and interesting way that I can't have enough of him🤲🏼🥺

AAAAA omg I’ve just seen this for some reason idk why I didn’t see it earlier??

I know that man starts his day with a bong hit Idgaf he’s a pothead through and through. I can imagine him falling asleep in his joggers and a hoodie most of the time, whatever he’s wearing during the day, and just passing out in his clothes when he’s too tired. If he actually has the energy to remember to undress though I know his lazy ass isn’t wearing clothes to bed.

Ass naked with barely any bedding covering him. (Though I can picture him curling up in his duvet when it gets colder on a morning and then he wakes up with his teeth chattering).

Anyway yes he deff starts his day smoking and then probably goes back to sleep. When he wakes up for real it’s probably in the afternoon ranging from 12-2pm depending on what he did the night before and how tired he is.

I don’t see him as a coffee guy but if he was to drink it he’d have it super milky. If he has a girl over and wants to put on an act he’d drink it black but ultimately I think he’d hate the taste, so if he drank it willingly he’d like it milky asf 😭 I think he’d be more inclined to have cereal after he wakes up. Something sugary and sweet to take the gross weed taste out of his mouth before he brushes his teeth!

Despite his horrendous diet and smoking habits I think he likes working out and keeping in shape because, duh, how else is he gonna maintain that gorgeous body of his?? I think he specifically makes Yuuji buy healthy food so he has to eat it but I think his guilty pleasures are, again, sweet things. He looooves when the reader comes over and is in the mood to bake bc the cookies she makes make his dick hard for real.

I don’t think he has a favourite colour but given his wardrobe in my mind I think if someone asked him he’d probably say black, white or red! Grey too, maybe. I love asking people their favourite colour but I think if I asked him he’d be the type of mf to be like “what do you mean what’s my favourite colour? I’m not five?” 🙄 ALTHOUGH ACTUALLY now that I’m thinking about it, he’s definitely scummy enough to ask girls he’s interested about their favourite colour though!! And when they tell him he’s like “that’s my favourite colour too.” Doesn’t matter what colour she says, it’s his favourite colour 😭 (usually works too, literal scumbag… I want him so bad 😩)

Also nonnie I got a great ask about some of my characters favourite songs a little while ago and plug Sukuna was included! I added his three favourite songs so you can see that here!

Thank you for this sweetheart omggggg I love talking about this loser boy I love him dearly and I’m so happy that people love sending me fun asks about him like this! I hope ur having a wonderful day, take care my love! 💕💕

#💌 — luxe mail #AITA Sukuna

[cherishedproperty]

Denial Diary - Part 1

At the beginning of January, Monsieur and I put new rules into place to increase my sexual arousal and his sexual control and ownership over me. So far this month I have had four orgasms (one during masturbation) with 20 days as my longest stretch of denial. I have touched myself nearly every day. I haven't experienced issues with depression or drop in sex drive like I've struggled with in the past.

But I have noticed some other interesting changes in both our dynamic and my own sexual desires. That's why I decided to keep a diary of my observations and feelings. What follows is a summary of our rule changes and entries I've written over the last month.

How the Rules Changed in January

The rules suspended limitations on how long Monsieur could go without giving me a full (unruined) orgasm and how long he could go without vaginal sex.

The rules created a requirement that I have to ask permission to orgasm during masturbation, which I did not have to do previously. While I am allowed three orgasms without permission (a "release valve" if it got to be too much), I have not used any.

I must spend at least 15 minutes each day sexually touching myself, with edging as the default.

All solo orgasms require some kind of anal stimulation (dildo, plug, etc.).

Every day Monsieur works, I must spend at least two hours plugged.

3 days since last orgasm (last orgasm: Dec 31) I'm finding it hard to sleep, and it's very hard not to orgasm during sex. But I'm feeling extra sweet and submissive, wanting to do extra things for him. We are extra loving, like the newlywed stereotype. We snuggle and kiss more. When I know I'm not going to cum, I feel more pleasure from his orgasm. I watch his face and body and just soak in everything about it.

5 days since last orgasm I look forward to my touch time now. It's almost meditative. It's really hard to stop though. Today he was home during my touch time, and I was a bit annoyed that he wanted to do sex things. I think it's because of the shift in headspace—from low-processing, quiet-brain edging to high-processing, active sexual service. I wanted him to come use me, but then I struggled with the shift.

6 days since last orgasm / orgasm day (Jan 6) He made me cum tonight while he fucked my ass. I thought I’d be emotional or sad or something, just from the overwhelming sensations and the loss of denial. But I wasn’t. It just felt like it was his choice to make. Not mine. Sometimes I cum. Sometimes I don’t. No need for me to feel one way or another about it.

1 day since last orgasm I'm surprised to see how horny I still am. I woke up eager for sex. He denied me multiple times this morning. When I got close, he would pull out and run his hands lightly over my body, waiting for me to settle. It brings such calm to me when he does that. It’s like I can feel him soaking in the energy of my denial. When he re-enters me, I feel soft and open and accepting. In some ways, it’s easier not to cum after he’s done that because my mind is more submissive. But then it doesn't take much before I am impossibly close again.

I am trying to get better about taking it and not cumming no matter what, so he can fuck me as hard as he wants without worrying about denying me. But I don’t know if that’s desirable? Maybe he wants me to still be unable to keep from tipping over unless he stops me. Not sure.

I've also started craving more pain. Today while I was edging my ass, he put Bengay on my clit and pussy lips. It burned. So much pain at first. But then I was humping the air, not sure how to handle so much stimulation. It felt better when he rubbed and then went back to pain when he stopped.

2 days since last orgasm Now when he's fucking me, he's started just repeating, "You do not cum. I cum, you do not cum." And then I don't. I'm not sure I want to anymore. I feel more special in some way, being his denied girl.

After he came in my pussy this morning, I cleaned his cock. The more I'm denied, the more I want to worship his cock. I want to hold it and kiss it and keep it in my mouth. Even when I kneel in the morning and before bed, I want to kiss it and feel his cock and balls against my face. It just feels right.

4 days since last orgasm He woke me up this morning with denial. There’s this strange duality now where I am so desperate to orgasm but also accept that I won’t. I feel more docile and obedient when he denies me. But sometimes during my touch time, I am so, so tempted to let myself go over the edge.

I’m also more turned on now when he touches my asshole. I had one day where I didn’t wear a plug for digestive reasons, and I missed it. And that night when his fingers grazed over my asshole, my arousal skyrocketed. I wanted him to fuck me there so badly. Yesterday I hoped he would unplug me and use my ass. This morning he grazed his fingers over my hole and told me how he couldn’t wait to fuck me there. And I really, really can’t wait either. Part of me hopes he’ll let me cum while he uses my ass. But part of me hopes he doesn’t.

I fantasize now that when he does let me cum, he ruins me. Badly.

6 days since last orgasm I am so easily distracted at work. I just want to keep edging. Or if I can’t edge, I want to fill my ass and clamp my nipples. When I know he’s coming home from work, all I can think about are his hands on me. I will need to get it under control so my work doesn’t suffer. But it’s so hard…

He lets me edge with his cock sometimes. I ride him until I get so, so close and have to lift myself off him. It’s like my body is fighting itself. The stronger part of me is resolute in pulling off his cock so I don’t cum. But there are ripples. Waves. A restrained part of me is still humping the air, looking for what was taken away.

7 days since last orgasm Edging is making me a pain slut. I tortured my nipples all day today, alternating between suction and clamps. And I wanted so, so much more. I keep thinking about him bruising me. Clamping my tits. Using Bengay or worse things to make me suffer. Hitting all the places I hate—my thighs, my pussy, my tits. I want to be really, really beaten.

He asked if I thought my body was just searching for some kind of release. I’m not sure. I think part of it is that I feel his ownership more strongly. Part is that the constant arousal makes it easier to take pain. Part is probably the amount of porn I’ve been consuming. All I know is I want it.

Now before we go to bed, he spends some time just pinching and rubbing my nipples. They are so sensitive now, but I want more.

8 days since last orgasm It’s getting easier not to cum during sex. He tells me I don’t cum, and then I don’t. I sort of dissociate from the stimulation a bit. That layer of mental separation feels like the only thing keeping me from orgasm.

During masturbation, it’s still really hard. I think because I control the stimulation, so I have to think about how good it feels and whether I need to stop myself. So I’m always very aware of the orgasm I could have in a matter of seconds if I just kept going…and then I stop. With sex, it’s easier just to accept that I won’t cum and then let my mind remain unfocused.

I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to cum when he decides to let me—at least during sex. If I keep my mind unfocused like this, I don’t let myself get too close. What if I build a mental block and then I can’t anymore?

Anytime I'm near him, I am thinking about his cock. This morning I woke up to him pushing his cock into my ass. He fucked me until he came, and then he plugged me. I will take his sexual touching any way I can get it now, but I crave anal so much. I find it hard to understand all those times when I found it intrusive or uncomfortable. It feels so natural now.

9 days since last orgasm Today after some hard edges and a brief impact session, I felt some sadness creeping in. Like a bit of the apathy that depression brings sometimes. It took me a while to come down from the edging. I couldn’t stop touching myself, running my fingers through his cum dripping out of me. But then when I did—when I finally came down, I just felt kind of…sad. The sadness hung around for part of the day. Maybe it was the combination of the impact and denial that made me drop a little. Maybe it’s starting to get to me. I’m not sure.

If he asked me, I still wouldn’t want him to let me cum. But I don’t choose.

I do wonder if he’s going to get bored of my constant neediness. His horniness tends to dissipate once he cums. And he cums every day now, sometimes multiple times. Right now it’s a novelty to fuck me so much. But what if he gets less horny overall because he’s so satisfied, and then he doesn’t really want to fuck or edge me? His attention to and appreciation of my denial is so important to me feeling connected and loved. What if he gets tired of it?

10 days since last orgasm This may be the longest I’ve ever gone without an orgasm, outside of illness or pregnancy or postpartum. It is almost definitely the longest I have been denied when I actually wanted an orgasm.

I felt that pleasant glowing buzz from edging this morning. It makes me feel like yesterday was just a version of drop.

I am obsessed with his balls now. I’ve never really felt one way or another about them before. But now I want to hold them and lick them and feel them against my face all the time. I want to curl up between his legs and cuddle with his cock and balls covering my face and nose. I want to give them little kisses every morning when I kneel and just inhale the scent of him. I want to hold his balls in my mouth and run my tongue over them, just keeping them warm. It’s a very primal urge.

I’m also obsessed with his cum. Last night he came on my chest, and I wanted to massage it into my breasts and play with my cum-covered nipples. So many sensations that I've never appreciated before.

13 days since last orgasm I am feeling more little now. Soft and needy and willing to follow anything he says. When he was fucking me earlier, I felt so wide-eyed and innocent. Docile and compliant. He tells me I don't need orgasms anymore, and I believe him. I would do anything to be his good girl. And when he edges me, I want to curl into him, resting my head against him. I feel fully open to my neediness now. He tells me it's freeing me to be my true self, and there's no need to be ashamed or hide that. And all of that makes me feel little. Fully trusting my Daddy to know what's best for me, and being completely unselfconscious in doing whatever feels good.

I’ve also been listening to more mind control conditioning audios, usually while I edge. Sometimes I listen while I run. They feel comforting, allowing me to maintain that buzz of arousal and reinforcing how good it is to be needy and obedient. Good girls exist for the pleasure of others. Good girls can't stop touching. Good girls like to play and obey. Just a mindless, dripping slut. When I listen, I can picture his face—the way he absorbs my need and denial, how he looks at me like I am so beautiful. I want to please him. The files I like best have girls repeating these mantras, and you can hear their needy moans in the background. I am one of those girls. I can feel it in the way my body reacts to listening.

17 days since last orgasm I think about his cock all the time. All the time. When I’m working, I’m thinking about his cock. When we’re watching a movie, I’m thinking about his cock. When we’re talking about politics, I’m thinking about his cock. I can’t get it out of my mind. I’m thinking about the soft skin against my face and lips. I’m thinking about how he feels in my ass. I’m thinking about the way he moans when he cums. I’m obsessed. Even right after he fucks me, I want my hand on his cock. Just to feel close to it. I’m sad now if I don’t get to make him cum.

It’s hard to want to do anything but edge and fuck. I don’t even want to work out because I’d rather be edging. When I do work out, I wear a flexible plug for a little extra stimulation. It’s getting distracting at work, too.

20 days since last orgasm Today I really, really wanted to cum. I had new toys and the time for a long edging session, and I almost asked to cum. It really surprised me since I’ve been really immersed in denial. But the need was just different today.

21 days since last orgasm / orgasm day (Jan 26) He made me cum twice today during anal. It’s his choice if I cum, not mine. And he wanted me to, so I did. The relief of not having to hold back was so strong that I just went limp there for a bit. Then at bedtime, he touched me again, and I was surprised to still find myself so needy. It was a relief. I do wonder if anal doesn't quite "scratch the itch", even if I do orgasm. I seem to remember it felt that way during the anal-only period at the beginning of our relationship.

Another orgasm day (Jan 27) He allowed me an orgasm during masturbation today. After nearly a month without making myself cum, it was honestly amazing. I could feel the rush of chemicals flooding my brain. I couldn’t feel my face for a bit and almost passed out with the dildo still in my ass.

It surprised me that I asked for an orgasm, especially after having two during sex yesterday. But I think it's two things: 1) orgasms during masturbation are just a different kind of need, and 2) I am close to starting my period. I am usually hornier at this point of my cycle, so I'm sure that makes denial much harder.

After my solo orgasm, I noticed I wasn’t thinking about his cock constantly. I wasn’t daydreaming about the feel of it inside me, about the privilege of just being allowed to hold it. Last night when he began touching me, I wasn’t immediately wet and on the edge anymore. I wanted sex, but I wasn’t desperate for it. And while the sex felt great, it wasn’t quite so hard to hold off.

Realizing this, my immediate thought was that I shouldn’t make myself cum anymore. But Monsieur reminded me that I do need it every once in a while. And he reminded me that he wants me to cum. He likes making me cum. He just wants me to really appreciate the gift of it. And I really, really do now.

At the same time, I am eager to get back to the needy, denied girl I was before this. I’m eager to feel that constant desire for him—that docile, submissive glow, looking at him with complete adoration. I know I will cum again, both with him and on my own. But I don't want to ask for it until I feel like I truly need it. Because I’d rather feel his ownership than my orgasm. It’s that simple.

2 days since last orgasm After a lot of edging yesterday, I feel like I’m right back to being needy. It feels good. I’m very eager to please him, even if it means doing the things that I really don’t like. This morning he had me fuck myself on his toe. He knows I hate feet. But it wasn't about my pleasure; it was about his. It didn't feel good (or bad), but it didn't matter because that's not what it was for.

And then when he came, I watched the explosion of pleasure on his face, the way he gasped and the way his fingernails dug into my thighs as he pulled me to him... And I felt content.

#personal #denial diary

[rexismycopilot]

sorry if this prompt is too long or too filthy but it just came to me so i had to put it into the universe: i would love to see obi-wan coming home from work to his sweet boy wearing a little maid outfit with nothing underneath except for his pink little cage and maybe also a plug 🥺 he was such a good boy all day, got his chores and homework finished early, wrote in his journal, took a bath, did some self care, the works. and now he is waiting patiently kneeling by the couch for his daddy to come home. obi-wan is so pleased by the sight that he removes the cage and plug and uses anakin so thoroughly and messy, and just when anakin thinks they're done, obi-wan arranges anakin into some stress position on the floor and makes him watch as obi-wan touches himself until finally he comes all over his sweet boys face. he has to stay until daddy says he can move and it's just not fair because now daddy is telling him to touch himself and it's difficult to keep his balance already but now he has to use one hand and it's making him feel wobbly until finally he can feel his orgasm creeping up and daddy just pulls his hand away from his little cock before he can come so he's so sensitive and he thinks he might just come anyway but after a few more minutes of holding his position daddy pulls him into his lap and holds him tight to ground him, touching him all over. the only problem is the more daddy touches him, the more he feels like he's gonna go off at any moment. of course his daddy knows this. it was his plan the moment he walked thru the door and saw his boy, he knew he was going to push him to the edge and ruin him. eventually daddy starts stroking him again and anakin just can't help but writhe in his lap so he tells him to sit still and that he won't be coming. all this with the goal to make him come anyway! "control urself, u naughty little boy. u will not be coming again. 😈" anakin: 😫😫😫😫 "i'm trying daddy!" "try harder." purposefully setting him up for failure. finally he comes all over himself and daddy's hand and daddy tells him what a mess he's made and to clean it up and holds his hand to anakin's mouth so he can lick it clean and suck his fingers. finally anakin feels calm and sated in his daddy's arms, pouting a little that obi-wan set him up.

🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥🥵 Omgggggg

I know I'm really late in answering this, but please know that i have not forgotten it lol.

So I LOVE when doms set up their subs for failure like forcing Anakin into a stress position like that. But you know what I love more? Anakin being such a good boy and he's so competent and he's so good and he gets his reward (even if he has to "fail" to get it)

Also, feral Obi-Wan because Anakin was so good?? Uuugh that gets me

#ask #anon #fifty shades au #obikin #spicy