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gojodarling · 9 months

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sweet like sin ⤑ toji fushiguro | teaser.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: ❝ there’s nothing, toji thinks, that is as sweet as fucking his children’s babysitter in the bed he shares with his wife ❞ non-curse au. infidelity au. pwp.

❥ pairing: dilf!toji x babysitter!reader ❥ genre: smut ❥ teaser word count: 500

⤑ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: cheating, age gap (reader is 22, toji is 38), daddy dom!toji, sub!reader, pussy eating, dirty talk

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: am i a lil obsessed with dilf toji? yes. is it unhealthy? also yes. do i care? absolutely not!

Tongue darting out, Toji licks a broad line up through your folds, from your pulsating hole all the way to your throbbing clit. Your arousal coats the hollow of his tongue, the heady essence glazing his palate. Soft groan rumbling from within his chest, Toji presses the silken appendage flat onto your sex, relishing in the juices that spill from your cunt and onto his palate.

“Fuck, knew you’d taste sweet,” Toji mutters. As his cool breath fans across your heated folds, a shiver runs down your spine. Swiping his tongue through your cunt once more, he savours your taste with a low groan, “Knew you’d be sweeter than my wife.” His words reverberate through your clit, the vibrations sending sparks of electric pleasure up your nerves.

“D-Daddy,” you mew with a stutter.

Emboldened, he presses two of his sticky digits against your dewy lips and once more parts them. Splaying your cunt under the motion, he bares your throbbing clit and quivering hole to his view once again, watching the way they pulse.

“Awww, look how wet and swollen your needy little cunt is,” he coos. With how close he is to your pussy, each word he utters causes his scarred lips to teasingly graze against your tumescent bundle of nerves.

Breath turning ragged, your fingers card into his raven tresses, entangling them at his roots. Gripping his hair, you attempt to pull him further into your cunt, your hips simultaneously bucking into his face. Toji chuckles and wraps his lips around your clit before he lightly suckles the engorged bud. Fingers tightening in his hair, you tug his head once again, and encouraged by the action, Toji circles your clit with agile strokes. Head digging into the mattress, your back arches at the ministration, a shallow gasp escaping your mouth.

“Daddy, please,” you moan, the hollow sound resonating through the air.

Without warning, Toji points his tongue and begins tracing the outline of your sex: around your bundle of nerves, down the petals of your folds, and towards the honeyed entrance of your pussy. Skin flashing, heat prickles over your skin, your blood boiling as he begins tonguing the trembling ring of your cunt in languid strokes. Suddenly, he flattens his tongue against the hole, and with a broad swipe, he licks all the way up to your clit. Whorling his silken appendage around the bud, he wraps his plump lips around it and bites down on the swollen bundle. The sudden pleasure has you shrieking out his name, the words coming out louder, and higher pitched, than you’d intended.

Toji pulls away from you and “Be quiet, princess. Or you’ll wake my kids,” he warns.

Moving to enclose his lips around your engorged bud once again, his tongue lashes against your clit repeatedly, his teeth occasionally against it and causing you to croon his name. Under his ministrations, the walls of your core clench painfully, emphasising the emptiness between them.

“Please, Daddy m-more,” you beg, your hips rocking against him.

a/n: full fic coming real soon!

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#jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x you #toji x you #toji x reader #toji x female reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x female reader #jjk toji x reader #jjk toji x you #toji smut #toji fanfic

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luckyarchivist · 3 months

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Touchstarved Voice HCs

Ais - He smokes so I have to give him smoker's rasp b/c it's one of like two things that's sexy about smoking. He doesn't speak loudly —honestly he slurs words and mumble-speaks and cuts off words quite often — but his voice carries surprisingly well. Stays mostly in one pitch. Deeper, more resonant voice with a warm timbre: he talks and it feels like a cozy day in your brain.

Vere - I like to call his voice "mommy voice, for men". Honestly, rather than me explaining it, just listen to Doppio Dropscythe read his lines. The drawl of it and the semi-melodic intonation is everything I'd imagined for Vere!

Mhin - Most clear thing about their voice in my head is this underlying hiss to all of their words, like they're always whispering, even when their volume is normal. It leads to a raspy quality that's different from Ais's rumble. I think they probably have a higher-pitched tone of voice than any of the other LIs, but not by too much.

Leander - Announcer-y quality: you could pick his voice out of a crowd, easy. Plays with his speech: lots of variation in tone, speed, pitch and so on. Some (American) people have made him British, which I could never put onto a man I love (/j, I'm so sorry, British people) but I do think he has some qualities of the stereotypical posh British accent — mainly, the enunciation of every word. He doesn't cut corners when speaking, though not to the point of sounding unnatural.

Kuras - definitely the hardest of the main five for me to hear. I think he has a pretty deep voice, with a soothing cadence to his speech. Like Leander, his words are all enunciated and easy to understand. However, he's kinda the opposite of Ais — the demon says mean things with a warm tone of voice, and the angel says nice things with a cold, even tone. If you manage to surprise him, though, or perhaps get closer to him, you could trip up his normally smooth speaking and make him sound more "human".

BONUS: Of course, these two don't have any lines yet, but just based on looks...

Sen: Personally don't think her voice is super deep, but it is throaty, like she's speaking from the back of her mouth. I think she probably pauses a lot when she talks. IDK why, but she has the energy of someone who takes a while to get through a sentence, so she'd rather just show you without having to tell you.

Elyon: If anyone would have a British accent it would be this guy. He speaks with mostly a teasing-slash-condescending tone of voice, but whether it's intentionally or unintentionally is anyone's guess. I don't think Elyon's voice is as deep as Ais's or Kuras's, but it could still be considered conventionally sexy.

#touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved ais #ais #touchstarved vere #vere #touchstarved mhin #mhin #touchstarved leander #leander #touchstarved kuras #kuras #touchstarved sen #touchstarved elyon #i'll be super excited to hear their chosen vas!!#always interesting to see how other actors interpret characters #and what redspring team thinks their charas sound like!

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cheezbites · 8 months

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Habits

✎: You guys have been eating good with my posts, thanks for all the notes kiddies! 🫡

♡Summary: Johnny Price subconsciously picks up on your habits <3

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Bf!Price noticed your one-sided conversation with your beloved dog, Cooper. You were sat cross-legged with a bag of treats in your hand, his tail tersely wagging in the air. “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You cooed, a playful tone lacing your words. You then seamlessly switched to a higher pitch, one that resonated with your dog more: “I am! I’m a good boy.” When John witnessed this heartwarming interaction, a smile tugged at his lips knowing that you and Cooper had an inseparable bond.

And so when you noticed Price having bantering one-on-one conversations with Coop, which he never did before, you couldn’t help but chuckle at your newfound discovery.

Bf!Price loved it when you made him breakfast in bed, he never asked you to, but you still did it voluntarily. You leisurely got up from bed, veering off from startling or waking him up and entered the kitchen. You were half asleep - but still committed to the task at hand, you made him eggs on buttered toast, fluffy pancakes with maple syrup, orange juice and a side of freshly sliced strawberries.

“Wake up sleepy head,” you muttered, placing the tray of food onto the nightstand. The delicious scent of the breakfast wafted through the room. He grunted and drowsily arose in response, as you nestled his face in your gentle hands. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, blinked open to find you sat next to him, and the food perfectly framed in the soft morning light. The love and care you committed to the food you prepared made him feel loved and appreciated.

“All this… for me?” He asked, rubbing his eyes.

You nodded, “Of course, all for you.”

He sat up, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I love you so much.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, as you pulled away his eyes remained fixed on you, causing your heart to skip a beat or two.

“Thank you…” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear “For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Bf!Price was beyond grateful for your kind gesture, he didn’t tell you this, but years of military training caused him to instinctively wake up even at the slightest sound or movement. He had grown accustomed to being a light sleeper during his time in the army, he saw you try extremely hard to not startle or wake him up, he knew how early in the morning it was when you fled to go make him breakfast - all the efforts you put into it made him appreciate it even more. He couldn’t fight the urge to make you breakfast in bed this time.

As the morning sun lightly filtered through the curtains, he silently rose from the bed. Today, he was going to return the sweet gesture and he was determined to. With careful consideration, he mentally noted all the little things you loved. He knew you adored the bittersweet taste of a fresh milk coffee, he knew you loved waffles with a crispy exterior and a soft, sweet centre. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he remembered your affinity for blueberries, adding them generously to a separate bowl. He most importantly remembered that you were a light eater with a sweet tooth every morning, so he was going to keep it simple.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he greeted softly.

As you gradually stirred awake, he presented you with the tray - a mix of excitement and affection visible in his eyes.

Bf!Price rarely sends emojis; his texting style is monotone, but when talking to him face to face, he's a ball of sunshine. When it comes to you, you don’t shy away from embracing your personality in text messages as well. Sending emojis galore, using capital letters, abbreviations …

When texting him, you observe the way he messages you gradually shift. It became more and more alike to the way you text. For example, when laughing, before it would be something along the lines of:

“Ahah”, or reacting to the message.

Now it was:

“Hahahaha😂☠️”, maybe you were delusional, or, you detected him picking up on another one of your habits yet again.

Bf!Price endured a healthy lifestyle and a consistent routine in the gym, and you started naturally gravitating towards it. As days passed, you took note of his passion for staying fit and his morning jogs. The way he talked about his favourite exercises and the happiness it brought him was contagious. Without even realising it, you began joining him. You laughed at how effortlessly you slipped into his passion for fitness, it wasn’t just about staying in shape, it was about the bonding experience. Not only have you embraced his routine, but also strengthened your connection.

Bf!Price was overwhelmed at how underwhelming your workspace was, papers in neat colour coordinated stacks, pens arranged into meticulous rows, even the array of sticky notes seemed to be in their proper place, an abundance of files to make it easier to stay organised …

What was once an unorganised jumble (his workspace), was soon enough a space that fostered clarity and focus. He appreciated the positive influence you had on him, even if it was as small as just staying organised. He felt a newfound sense of accomplishment every time he looked at his now-tidy desk.

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tojisun · 9 months

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heaven to him

dilf!jake sully x na’vi fem reader

!! fluff and smut - minors dni; kind of accidental voyeur; slight exhibition kink (it’s jake’s teehee); so much pet names (sucker for them); banters <33; jake and his insatiable desire is its own warning // 1.7k words

: so it came to me in a vision; started fluff and ended in smut idk why (im a liar - i do know why and its bc of jake!!!); i dont mention any dilf!jake aspects but the whole fic screams dilf!jake and i need yall to see my vision; hope you guys would like this <33; title from off to the races - lana

your ears twitch, having only managed to catch the tail end of the sound. you frown, your head rising from where it’s pressed on jake’s chest, thinking that by doing so, you could hear better.

jake rouses from his near-sleep, blinking exhausted eyes open to watch as your ears flick up, straining to hear the unusual sound.

“ma’yawntu?” he asks, rubbing your shoulder in comfort at seeing how tense you’ve gotten.

you fumble with your hand to press it on jake’s lips, non-verbally telling him to quiet down. he blinks, confused, and his brows furrow when he notices your tail begin swishing behind you in agitation.

a squeak resonates again, this time louder and clearer. you jolt, your hand leaving his face to clutch at the straps of his dagger’s sheath, not expecting the drawled out sound it made or how it pitched higher at the end. you turn to jake, wondering if he heard it too.

jake coughs because he did. oh, fuck, he did.

his cheeks tingle, his eyes ducking away to look anywhere but you. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, realizing that jake knows what it must be that’s making that sound, but he is refusing to help you out.

you think he is playing with you; that he is making a game out of this to hone your skills in stealth and hunting. so you grin to yourself, slinking out of his hold and ignoring his protests to creep closer to the entrance of the clearing.

“sweetheart, no-” but jake is interrupted by another drawn out squeal.

this time, you recognize the sound and you gasp, turning to jake, your eyes blown wide in surprise. your cheeks burn, the heat rushing down to your neck, and you rush back to jake’s side, hitting his shoulders with the underside of your fist to tamp down your embarrassment.

jake gathers you in his arms, muffling his laughter on the top of your head as you bury your face on his chest to hide your burning cheeks.

“aww, yawne,” he murmurs. “you feelin’ shy?”

you peek up from his arms, humming softly. jake smiles, brushing your braids away from your face and tucking the stray strands behind your ears. you huff, feeling yourself settle as you enjoy his warm embrace.

you part your lips to suggest to your mate that you two should leave soon, if not to save yourself from the immense embarrassment, then to finally crash before the hunt tomorrow, but jake purses his lips before saying, “wanna fuck too?”

you whip your head to look at him, a hiss trickling from your lips as you swat at his stomach in surprise. it only made his endeared chuckles rumble louder so you pinch his skin instead, giggling to yourself when his smile vanished quickly, a wince creasing his face.

“you will shut up,” you say, playfully glaring at him but jake just shakes his head at you softly, patting his stinging skin while you attempt to crawl away from him.

you watch the way he parts his lips to respond to you but another drawn out moan echoes past the clearing, followed by distinct rhythmic slaps, and you choke on the air you breathe, curling to yourself in embarrassment. jake’s hand finds purchase on your waist, gripping, his own breath hitching.

“jesus,” he murmurs, his eyes blown wide. “they’re really going at it, huh?”

“ma’jake, stop commenting!”

jake opens his lips, a retort ready, but he is cut off once again by a wet sob. this time, his face does end up scrunching as he throws his hands up in resignation. “i swear to god, why’s it every time i’m tryna talk huh?”

you sit up, giggling, unable to hold it in anymore. you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds but hiccuped gasps of your laughter slips past your fingers, making jake smile so wide.

goddamn, baby, jake thinks as he watches you, his eyes full of reverence. how can i be so lucky to have you, ma’muntxate?

he follows the trail of your tanhi, watching the way they trickle down your supple skin and glitter like stars. he studies the way your eyes crinkle, your full lips quirked up in the most beautiful smile as you turn to him.

jake reaches out for you, opening his arms again because he wants you in them, and you readily dive into them, nuzzling your face on his chest.

his rumbling chuckle reverberates in the space between you two, the exhaustion of today’s date night and the ongoing embarrassment settling into both of your bones, pulling you two into a lazy embrace. you cuddle up to him and jake easily slots your body to his – two parts of a whole.

you watch the slow trembles running across his body, his skin sensitive to your breath. you giggle to yourself again, peering up at him and biting your giddy smile when jake tips his head down to meet your eyes.

“what’s got you so happy, yawntu?” he asks.

you do not reply to him, instead choosing to quietly shuffle closer to him to press your lips onto his collarbone. you hear his sharp intake of air, his hold on you tightening, and you feel elated at seeing what you do to him.

you pull away and look up at him, cheekily grinning, and jake just tuts before he plants a kiss on your forehead.

“naughty girl,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your head, and the awkward sound he made makes you laugh again.

you bask in the silence, your eyes feeling heavy and your body calling for sleep, before jake ruins it again. “how’re you so giggly after hearin’ people fuck?”

you groan, pinching his side again and rolling your eyes at his answering hiss.

“just pretend that we don’t hear them,” you reply, trying to find the spot you were just in, accepting the fact that you and jake might have to stay the night out here.

“really hard to do when all my sensitive ears could hear is them fuckin’, sweetheart,” jake grumbles, one of his hands travelling down to your waist.

“ma’jake, please. any more comments from you and i’m going to start thinking that you want to mate out here too.”

jake doesn’t reply.

his silence rings loud and you crane your head up to look at him, gaping, feeling the telltale signs of heat spreading across your cheeks.

he groans, embarrassed, as he hides his face away from you. “forget about it,” he murmurs, his voice sounding so weak to your ears.

you stare at him, watching his cheeks darken. his ears are pressed flat to his skull and his tail, you belatedly realized, is loosely looped around your leg, twitching lightly in reflection of his tumultuous emotions.

you bite your bottom lip, thinking, your own ears flicking in interest.

jake still refuses to meet your eyes so you take the chance to study your surroundings. it is still ways away from the busy clearing and the hometree, and it is safe, hidden underneath the plush leaves of the trees.

okay, you think, now feeling the thrums of excitement coursing through you.

“just fingers.” your voice wobbles and it is now your turn to look away when jake whips his head to look at you.

“yeah,” you hear him say, his voice dipping into a near rumble. “just fingers.”

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you hiccup, sobbing as jake sinks his cock in your cunt again. jake is quick to push his lips back over yours, engulfing your moans before they could break the tranquil silence.

“shh, yawntu,” jake murmurs, his hips unrelenting as they pound into you. “not too loud.”

you claw at his back, trembling at the overwhelming pleasure racing through you. your eyes roll back to your head at a particularly angled thrust, your walls spasming as they tighten around jake’s cock.

“jesus,” jake hisses, pressing his head against yours, ragged breaths slipping past his gritted teeth. “fucked you so many times already but y’r still so fuckin’ tight.”

“ma’jake! too mu-!” you cry, holding onto him, squirming when he grinds his cock against the same spot that had you squealing.

“i know, sweetheart, i know.” jake kisses your neck, parting his lips to lick a stripe along your throat. “y’take me so, so well.”

your hands fall to hold onto his arms, your head tipping back for a silent moan, as your legs tremble at the increasing pleasure. jake follows, covering you with his bigger body, his hands mapping your sides until they fall to your pelvis, his thumb dimpling your skin.

jake nuzzles his face on the side of your cheeks, his eyes closed in the throes of pleasure. it is too warm now and everything is bathed in the luminous trees, but you are too lost in the euphoric ecstasy that is building within you.

“ma’jake,” you whimper, your voice wobbling at another hard thrust. “‘m close.”

“yeah?” jake begins, blinking his eyes open to gaze at you. he smiles at what he sees, his fangs peeking through. “cum with me?”

you nod, unable to mumble anything any more, feeling like your words are perpetually stuck behind your teeth amidst the pleasure.

jake’s hips don’t stutter, thrusting wildly as he grips your hips tightly, hissing apologies for the marks that they would certainly leave. you mewl, your raspy moans filling up the space between you and jake, scratching at his arms as your orgasm builds.

“i can feel y’r cunt spasmin’,” jake murmurs, a chuckle piercing through your hiccuped moans. “you must really love me, huh?”

jake just laughs again when you just glare up at him, your tear-stained lashes clumped together. he coos at you, rubbing his nose with yours.

“y’r so precious, y’know that, baby?”

“ma’jake, please,” you whine, arching your back with a gasp when jake grinds his cock deep again.

“fuck, yeah, okay baby, i’ve got you,” jake says, pushing your braids away from your damp face. then, he grins, something so beautiful and utterly dangerous. “but we’re just not done yet, yawne.”

#suns.f #dilf jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x you #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully avatar #suns #jake makes me feel lots of things 😔 sure honry is the prominent ones but ugh i love him so much i wanna kiss him lots n hug him n fjck him #ne ways hope you guys liked it!

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muselin · 11 months

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Ateez Wildcards - scent play

Who: Ateez x afab!reader

What: smut ⛔️🔞 scent play (please look this up properly if you don't know what it is in a sexual context, it's not the most common of kinks), oral (reader receiving), rimming (reader receiving), dom!reader x sub!San, degradation (Wooyoung)

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Hongjoong

"Here? Now?" Your voice pitched into a whisper as your eyes darted to the door nervously.

"Yes." Hongjoong's breath fanned over your the skin of your abdomen as he was kissing his way down your body. As he got to your crotch he made no move to take your panties off. You felt him nuzzle into you through the fabric, breathing in and his hands dug into his own trousers, taking out his cock and he began to stroke himself.

"You smell so fucking good," he said smiling, his tone lilting melodically. Despite the niggling feeling of embarrassment you had every time he did this, seeing how relaxed and happy he would get made it impossible not to enjoy.

You guided the hand he wasn't stroking himself with to the waistband of your panties and pushed it down. You loved watching how Hongjoong's eyes would darken and his breaths would get shallower as he uncovered you. He took one of your legs out but left the underwear dangling on the other and buried his face between your legs. He breathed in deep and let his tongue dart out just for a small taste. His grip around his cock tightened and a quiet grunt bubbled up from his throat. He thrust into his own hand and kissed up your thigh, stopping to inhale the remnants of your scent from your panties and returning back to the source.

Seonghwa

There was no stopping his deep moans and neither did you want to, your back arching as he kissed and kissed around your nipples. Seonghwa held your wrists above your head, his body covering yours and his face buried in your chest. He nuzzled higher, tracing lines with his nose across your sternum and relishing in it. Warmth came with it, from his lips, from his hands, from his thighs pressing over yours and his hard cock rutting just over your mound as he continued to lavish attention on your chest.

"Don't move," his deep voice froze you in place when you tried to squirm under him and open your legs so you could feel his cock against your pussy. His grip on your wrists tightened and he pressed his weight down on you, immobilising you. He raised his head, his eyes so dark when he fixed you with a warning gaze. Then bent down, lips finding your neck and he closed his teeth over the delicate skin.

"Ah..."

There was something he was indulging in that you couldn't pick up on, intent as he was on smelling your skin, kissing along the way until he returned to the middle of your chest. Another moan resonated from him as he stayed there, reaching to stroke himself against your thigh.

Yunho

He patted at the base of his neck, his smile widening when you started making your way over to him from the other side of the sofa. He was patting your seat, inviting you to straddle his face and you obliged, kicking off your shorts and underwear before seating yourself where he wanted you.

Yunho's hands locked over your hips automatically and his eyes drifted shut as he inhaled in the close proximity of your pussy. As if it was not enough, he reached and parted your folds with his fingers, bringing his face closer and inhaling again.

"Yunho! Stop it!" You yelped and giggled but it quickly turned into a moan when he brought a finger to circle over your clit. His other hand flew to his cock and he hissed as he wrapped his fingers around it, your scent covering his senses.

"How about I keep doing this for you, make you feel good, and you just let me do my thing?" He threw out, finding a rhythm with his fingers over your clit and still smelling you.

"Mmm... mm, okay." You were sounding a little breathless, it was an offer you saw no reason to decline. He quickened his fingers on your clit and you instinctively parted your thighs wider, sitting closer to his face as you moaned.

"Perfect," Yunho mused quietly, stroking himself and you as he revelled in your scent.

Yeosang

"I can't do anymore, I'm done," you were panting, drenched in sweat as you sat on the bench in the weights section.

"Are you sure," Yeosang asked as he finished a squat and unloaded the weights away. You nodded frantically, wanting nothing more than to collapse in the bathtub upstairs. You let Yeosang drag you from the gym downstairs up to your apartment and into your bathroom. Once there he undressed you, however, he made no move to turn the water on.

He blinked rapidly a few times and licked his lips, then pushed you down to sit on the edge of the bath and knelt between your thighs. You were the only one naked and you tugged on his drenched t-shirt. He pulled it over his head but immediately returned to you, bringing his lips to your chest.

"Yeosang! I'm all sweaty, let me shower first and then we can--"

"No, don't shower yet," he said between kisses, seeming to trail further and further away from the centre of your chest. He guided your arms up around his neck and leaned over you, his kisses ghosting over your ribs and higher, under your arm. There he seemed to pause, resisting you when you tried to bring your arms down and push him away.

"Yeosang, what are you--"

Your words died in your throat when he brought a hand between your legs, trailing his fingers between your folds as he took your scent in.

"You just smell really good, let me stay."

You didn't often hear that tone from him, that tone that told you he was incredibly turned on by something. You resigned yourself to his attention, relaxing against him and feeling his breath tickle at your ribs.

San

"Keep going," you ordered San, guiding his fingers inside your panties. He was biting his lip as his fingers stimulated you, becoming increasingly more slippery. He could see you from beneath the blindfold but he felt your presence, your warmth and wetness on his fingers and he couldn't wait to smell you.

"Good boy," you praised him, running your fingers through his hair and pulling his hand away. You stood up and removed the soaked underwear. "But not good enough."

San whined, straining against the tight ropes keeping him bound to the chair and you hovered over him, the underwear in your hand an inch from his face.

"If you can cum like this, I'll consider letting you have more."

You brought a hand between his naked thighs, forming a loose fist over his straining cock for him to thrust into.

San arched up, breathing in deep where you dangled your panties over his face, at the same time bucking his hips up to thrust into your hand. You felt him harden up more as you watched his body struggle to choose between getting more of the pleasure of your scent from above or bringing more stimulation to his own cock from below. You tortured him like this, not bringing the underwear any lower and relished in his desperate moans as he rutted and bucked into your fist, precum leaking over your fingers.

Mingi

He moaned greedily over your folds, tongue buried inside you as he held your hips still. Mingi held you on all fours as he was devouring you from behind, indulging in you in more ways than one. In this position his nose was right over your other entrance and he shamelessly breathed you in as he tasted you at the same time.

Thoughts of embarrassment weren't quite fully forming in your brain, not when Mingi's fingers were holding onto your hips so tightly and he was eating you out for dear life. You heard an amused, muffled noise and felt the tip of his tongue drag from your clit over your entrance and further to your ass.

"Mingi... fuck..."

Your back arched involuntarily, getting you practically grinding against his face.

"Yeah, just like that," he growled as he stilled. "You want it, you work for it."

A needy moan tumbled out of your lips as you moved your hips in circles, trying to get his tongue to lave over every little crevice and sensitive spot. You could hear his harsh breathing and you knew he was still breathing you in, wanting to drown in your scent as you fucked his face.

Wooyoung

Why you ever agreed to start going to dance practice with Wooyoung you could not remember. It never ended the way it was planned. Not that that was a conscious thought as you were pressed into the hard floor of the practice room. Wooyoung was pushing and tugging on your clothes, his face nuzzling against every bit of sweaty skin he could uncover. He rubbed his face against your chest and under your arms, inhaling deep as he went.

"You're so filthy. Disgusting, if anyone found out what you're into," he degraded you, another of his kinks. "Dirty slut."

"Oh yeah?" You countered as you grabbed his head and pushed it down between your legs, not missing the way he immediately started nosing over your panties. "Well if I'm dirt, who likes to roll in it, huh?"

He loved when you got bratty too. He tugged your shirt down your arms, stopping at your wrists and twisting it in a makeshift restraint. He leaned over you, pushing his sweatpants down and laying his cock over your face, rutting against it. You resisted the urge to lick it when his musky scent hit you. This wasn't for you. He was leaving his scent on you for his own benefit.

Wooyoung pulled back and leaned to meet you in a greedy kiss, smelling his own scent off your skin and your lips.

"That way everyone knows you're mine."

Jongho

You felt so exposed the way he was holding you, legs spread and your thighs being pressed down against your body by his forearm across the underside of them. Jongho was running his other hand over your panties, teasing you by rubbing right over your clit but just too light and too slowly. Whiny sounds from you punctuated each pass of his hand and you strained against his strong grip, wanting to buck into his hand more but he held you down. He then tugged your panties to the side and resumed his slow passes over your core, only now he was spreading your wetness up over your clit, over your panties and the insides of your thighs. Your moans rose in pitch now feeling his fingertips directly against your bare skin. You looked up at him, finding his eyes fixed to where his hand was teasing you and eventually it must have got too much.

Jongho let your thighs drop down unceremoniously and slid between them, tugging your underwear off haphazardly but instead of throwing it aside he twisted it around his hand. He dragged the fabric over your clit and buried his face into your folds, continuing to soil your panties and gliding his tongue over your entrance as he breathed in the essence of you from the flimsy garment and directly from your folds. You shivered under him, in equal measures because of the feeling of his lips wrapping around your clit and his fingertips pressing into your wetness through the fabric of your panties, and because you knew you weren't getting them back for the next few days.

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@whatudowhennooneseesyou

#ateez smut #atz smut #ateez hongjoong smut #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez yunho smut #ateez yeosang smut #ateez san smut #ateez mingi smut #ateez wooyoung smut #ateez jongho smut #ateez hard hours

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rthko · 7 months

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Thoughts on "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny" from one genderfluid perspective. TL;DR is that while the sentiment is true, I don't like how it became THE defining slogan of nonbinary activism.

Nonbinary people don't "owe" anyone androgyny. Indeed, no one "owes" any particular expression for their gender to be recognized and respected. I think it's an important message. So why am I not satisfied?

To start, the implication I read is that labels and pronouns are easier than self presentation. For me, this is the exact opposite. When my own self conceptualization is ephemeral, relational, conditional, it is actually much easier to literally and figuratively wear my gender on my sleeve than it is to put it into words. When I wear a blouse, dangly earrings, paint my nails, pitch up my voice, people will for better or for worse treat me differently. I can work with these associations, but to say THIS is my label, THESE are my pronouns, THIS is my name, THIS is how I see myself is just exhausting. I don't even know or care half the time.

A similar slogan is "clothing does not equal gender." Very well, but what if I don't view my gender as a prediscursive essence? What if I do resonate with statements like "born naked and the rest is drag?" What if clothing, makeup, gestures, and perceptions do factor into my identity? This is how some nonbinary identities and experiences are rendered inconvenient or, forgive the word choice here, politically incorrect. Many such identities are too inconvenient to state in public discourse. I worry that the push for visibility is too often a push for legibility and taxonomic convenience; to "see like a state," as it were.

Back to "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny:" I think the more pressing conversation here is what exactly we mean by androgyny. Is it simply a matter of mixed gendered signifiers, or is it based on a more literal standard of "passing?" Who is capable of androgyny? Under what circumstances is androgyny desirable? It is said that only young, skinny white people are capable of androgyny. Is this true? If androgyny is the domain of youth, why do cis seniors undergo hormone treatments to prevent being androgynized? If androgyny is the domain of thinness, why do fat women held to higher standards of femininity and fat men to higher standards of masculinity to be fully legible as their genders? If androgyny is the domain of whiteness, why does so much racial dehumanization depend on de-gendering? Why are so many cultural norms read as gender nonconforming by the dominant culture, despite making no such pretenses themselves? So, "androgyny" here is more precisely "androgyny on one's own terms." The young, thin, white body can inhabit a sort of glam-rock, science fiction, mythic androgyny, but androgyny is otherwise dehumanizing and incomprehensible.

I see a need then, not merely to deem androgyny unnecessary, but to expand the definition and defend non-conventional expressions thereof. Nonbinary people are often both envious and terrified of androgyny. We ask: When does "quirky" become "clocky?" When does glamorous and sexy become somehow both neutered and perverted? To put it another way, when does "they" become "it?" Indeed, many reclamations of "it" explore this very question. Even as a thin, white, and young person, I worry that my increasingly fluid gender expression toes this line. Among gay men, camp and femininity are deployed specifically to disarm sexual possibility. Not into him? Put him in the "sis zone." When slight adjustments to language and gesture are sexually disqualifying, what happens with physical and chemical interventions to the sexed body?

There is obviously a stereotype that nonbinary people do not physically transition. I don't think "nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny" or any similar sloganeering is to blame; I think this is moreso the result of trans people having to overstate the binary-ness of their gender to receive gender affirming care. The nuances of trans identity gets flattened for the convenience of cis observers and medical gatekeepers. I always knew I was a girl deep down, I played with dolls and looked up to Disney princesses, I have never enjoyed sex and only dissociated my way through it, et cetera. No one should be required to transition, but for this reason I see it as important to recognize that nonbinary people can and do transition (and that even binary trans identities are more complicated than these narratives allow).

Transition is something I have long considered, but fluidity throws a wrench into the plot. I don't update the world every time I feel this way, but there are times and instances in which I sincerely want to be perceived as a woman. Then, there are instances in which "gay man" is more than a default but something personal and powerful to me, molded in my image by history, culture, and my experience within and around the category. It is for this reason that "what if I regret it" anxiety is probably justified. If I conditionally want to be seen as a woman, there will be no "before and after" motivational images. The "androgynous" fledgling stages are all I have. Genderfluidity is just one reason people inhabit the awkward in-between stages. More often, it is because people lack the financial, logistical, or legal capacity to transition.

No one should be pressured to appear androgynous, but this pressure is made worse by the dehumanization, amplified by class and racial dimensions, associated with gender ambiguity. It is rarely glamorous beyond editorial photoshoots and closed-off internet circles. The fear of being rendered incomprehensible, undesirable, unresolved or incomplete holds people back from gender experimentation and self determination. So, nonbinary people don't owe any particular expression, but I have a question: Who's afraid of androgyny?

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archie-sunshine · 2 months

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I've been having health issues as of late and your stuff has been giving me the serotonin u desperately need.

Anyways, story time before i ask your thoughts. While getting an echocardiogram (its basically an ultrasound but on my heart) and a thought occured to me

So with human hearts, they make sounds that be picked up by an echocardiogram and each heart sounds different (the tech told me this when I kinda laughed at how it sounded). Which makes me wonder if sparks have unique sounds? Or do they not make any noises at all? What do you think? I love picking your brain!

I'm so sorry to hear that!! :C I hope you're feeling better, its been a minute since you sent this in but rest assured its absolutely been on my mind.

so in my head, i imagine that sparks do have their own unique noises, but I also imagine them to all sound a lil similar, in the way that snowflakes are all different but also all look like snow.

I think sparks sound like crystal or glass harps. I think it's usually super faint and you can't really hear them resonating unless youve got your ear right up to their chassis, but the noise is ringing and a little resonant. I imagine each rotation of the spark is sort of like a heartbeat, and it sounds a little like the noise is doing a little dopler effect through each rotation.

I picture each mech has a different sort of frequency or pitch, typically the smaller the bot the higher the pitch. I like to imagine that like. your spark octave could be considered something like your horoscope or something spiritual like that that's kind of hokey and treated like an old myth.

#archie answers #my art #my requests #mtmte #transformers #my hcs #rung

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femsolid · 1 year

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"Right from the cradle, girls and boys are spoken to somewhat differently, as they are handled differently, by their gender-conscious parents. Mothers and fathers tend to use a higher singsong register with baby girls, a sweet coo of “Isn’t she pretty?” as opposed to a brisk, jovial “Hey, how’s the little feller?” and “Look at the little guy!” Children are great imitators—how else are they going to learn?—and the process of mimicry in the child helps to set the speech pattern for the adult.

When men’s and women’s voice tones are compared with the respective size of their vocal tracts, the tonal differences are greater than the physical differences warrant. In feminine speech the voice is pitched toward the upper end of the natural range, the decibel level is reduced and the vowel resonances are thinned. Writes Jacqueline Sachs, who is pursuing this line of research, “Men may try to talk as if they are bigger than they actually are, and women may talk as if they are smaller.”

Speaking in feminine also produces wavering tones within a syllable and a careening range of pitch within a sentence to dramatize shades of meaning. Heard critically, the speaker sounds overly emotional and insecure. The masculine stereotype is a cool, terse monotone, the “Yup” and “Nope” of Gary Cooper. Ruth Brend, who diagrammed feminine intonation patterns, reports that they often end on the upswing. Swoops and glissandos, she believes, build into a sentence structure elements of politeness, surprise, hesitation and good cheer, and seem to beg for outside confirmation. Brend finds most men avoid speech patterns that do not terminate at the lowest level of pitch.

Some men do incorporate musical swoops and rising inflections. Indulgence in campy speech by portions of the gay male community is a puzzle to straights, who think they are imitating women. The ladies are expected to ooh and aah, and they usually comply.

It is not that the speech of men must be flatly without emotion. Skilled orators like Winston Churchill, Billy Graham, Martin Luther King, Fidel Castro and Hitler learned how to wring emotion from their audience by embodying passion in their own extravagant inflections —but politics and religion are certifiably masculine themes. The feminine, and gay masculine, infusion of passion into the stuff of everyday life is considered trivial, weak and sometimes unstable by heterosexual men.

On occasion they have a good point. Vocal expressions of passionate interest in clothes are objectively no less significant or understandable than emotional outcries over a football game, but how can a man relate to the woe, the utter tragedy, of “I just ruined a nail!”? Unless a person has invested daily time, patience and work toward the creation of a perfect set, a broken nail is peculiar cause for wailing. Feminine speech is charged with sudden upsets and crises (“I’ve got a run in my stocking!”; “I’m getting a pimple!”; “I gained two pounds!”) that are inexplicable to those not engaged in the struggle for feminine perfection."

- Femininity by Susan Brownmiller

#quote #femininity #gender #susan Brownmiller

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komelrebi-san · 5 months

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songs without words

was in band practice yesterday daydreaming about inumaki toge and it gave me ideas

synopsis: in which, you! the concert pianist in the school orchestra, caught their eyes... feat.: (my husband)gojo satoru, suguru geto, inumaki toge, itadori yuji, fushiguro toji

don't like, don't read.

when they walk into the room, carrying their music sheets and instrument, their eyes land on you. eh, wait, you're new! they haven't seen you before, have they? are you even supposed to be here?

but you don't take any notice of them as you played transcendental passages on the piano, dextrous fingers dancing over the keys, beautiful melodies resonating from the strings of the piano. smiling bashfully, you stop playing and walk over to talk to the proud-looking conductor, yaga masamichi.

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gojo satoru - principal flautist

jeez, you cannot, cannot tell me this man is not the principal flautist

bags any and all solos he can, may or may not be competing for attention with a certain principal violinist

quote: 'what do you mean the violin gets to be concert master??? i'm also a principal musician! the flute is a solo instrument too!!!'

always always always be flaunting his skills - insane scales and arpeggios, fingers pressing and releasing the keys faster than one can comprehend - wait, how can he even tongue the notes that fast??

never never tunes to the principal violinist nor the oboist though it's normal orchestral procedure to tune to one of the two

bro skips to the piano to ask you for a tuning note, doesn't forget to add that he doesn't care which note it is because he's that skilled that he can tune to anything

(it's normal orchestral procedure to tune to concert-pitched A, frequency 440 or 442)

refuses to use a tuner/tuner app, bro has perfect pitch

goodness, he's such a menace, he's always belting out high notes

conductor yaga has never regretted anything more than giving satoru the piccolo part

(for those of you that don't know, the piccolo is basically a mini flute, same fingerings but just higher pitched)

i think everyone's ears died, oh god

wait, don't blame him though, he just wanted you to notice him

(oh, the little giggle that came out of your pretty lips when he belched high notes on his piccolo)

suguru geto - the said principal violinist

the said principal violinist satoru tries to take solos from

oof he always looks so good, sitting up straight int he front of his chair, hair swept to the side as he sits his violin on his shoulder

the little smirks he sends you as he plays, god damn

quite literally enchants everyone with his playing, fingers effortlessly reaching across the violin fingerboard

was so so so tempted to ask the principal percussionist to chuck the huge gong mallet at satoru's head

does this thing where he nods at you with a confident smile before rehearsal officially starts, and that's his signal for you to play the concert-pitched A so he can tune, then the rest of the string players will follow, and then the rest of the orchestra

relishes the fact that he's the closest to you in terms of seating and never forgets to rub it in satoru's face

has given your piano part a few tries on his violin just to spend more time with you, ends up laughing at satoru once again because whilst the violin can play multiple notes at the same time, the flute cannot

always brings hand cream with him! he doesn't use it but he makes you use it (trust me playing piano after massaging your hands slightly with hand cream feels infinitely better)

bonus! offers you his jacket if you get cold hands easily

inumaki toge - the principal oboist

somehow always gets dehydrated? like

needs to have water with him at rehearsals

probably started following you around like a lost puppy a little bit after that one time you gave him water and told him very nonchalantly that you aren't saliva conscious when he forgot to bring his bottle

well i mean, in his mind he probably was like 'wait, they understand me!!!'

welllllll, there was supposed to be another oboist but they always skip rehearsals lmfao

have i told you that this boy has the prettiest lips??? they look so kissable

partially the instrument's fault bc the reed is so small, so oboists really have to preserve their lips

loves loves loves loves onigiri, like, you never see him without onigiri during rehearsal breaks

and he look so cute when he eats!! does this thing where he puffs his cheeks out as he chews, bro probably just stuffed his mouth full of onigiri bc of his love for them 😭😭😭

started bringing extra onigiri with him so he can offer you one

actl speaks quite little, so he settles for actions instead

always comes to rehearsal 10 min early just so he can warm up and tune his oboe but in reality is just an excuse to sit with you

itadori yuji - actually supposed to be first trumpet, but ends up substituting as a percussion player a lot of the times

loud

have i told you that he's loud???

i swear, music classrooms are soundproof af but you can hear his laughter down the corridor even as you warmed up on the piano

okay, the principal trumpet is great, but wait, how does itadori's sound always manage to overpower their's???

please, yaga doesn't even know 😭😭😭

okay, itadori is great, but the problem is he always manages to somehow come in at the wrong time or play the wrong note, on top of being really super loud

welp, so he started subbing for the percussion

oh no oh no, everyone's ears

but hey, his crash-cymbal part is done ON POINT, so might as well keep him there

always comes early to set up his percussion stuff, so when you joined as the concert pianist, he also sets the grand piano lid for you, it's so damn heavy

bro's always hungry, so he always carries candy or sweet stuff with him, and he tries super hard to hide them from the sweet-toothed principal flautist

but uses them as on opportunity to start conversations with you and offer you some, and deny satoru in his face

and he's always rushing off to some kind of sports training session afterwards, lmfao

toji fushiguro - guest saxophone player

badboy upperclassman fr 😩😩😩

saxophone is a side job, but bro looks so fucking sexy while playing, and he makes sure he perfects every solo bit he can get his hands on

actl in like a band with his classmates or something, pretty sure you saw him playing drums with his friends at the school concert once

probs knows how to play guitar and bass too, so he helps his friends rearrange the parts and teach them parts they cant play

but! mediocre at the keyboard

so when he saw you?

thought 1: oooof she's so hot, i wanna ask her out

thought 2: hey, she can join my band!

so he used idea number two as an excuse to talk to you lmfao, but wasn't gonna give up when you told him that you were busy so you had to think about it

made a point right then and there to talk to you every single rehearsal he can come to

either to show you videos of them/solo cams of him playing, or to complain they cant find a good keyboardist and they are suffering lmfao

literally almost started fighting satoru for your attention lmfao, and my bro right here actl went ahead to wack satoru's head with a drumstick

oof arm muscles flexing oof so hot

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru geto x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori #suguru geto #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki toge #jjk hcs #jjk headcannons #jujutsu kaisen hcs

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joyful-writings · 6 months

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❀ our deadly secret

ji changmin x fem!reader

word count: 557 synopsis: uhhh shower sex with changmin at your parent's house (with very miniscule plot) warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), shower sex, fingering, unprotected p-in-v (which is very stupid, wrap that shit, you heathens!), exhibitionism kinda? (having sex in your parent's house while your parents are home), reader's parents are sorta strict (mentions of reader's parents unaliving changmin), changmin is a tease, changmin calls reader "baby" like twice

"A whole week? Isn't that gonna be difficult for you?"

"Oh my god, shut up," you groaned over the phone. "We aren't sex addicts."

"That's not what I've gathered from everything you've told me," my friend replied. You scowled as you could practically feel the smirk on her face.

You let out a huff. "Whatever. It's just a week. We'll live."

That conversation played in your head while you and Changmin stood in the shower, yet you weren't sure how you were still upright. With the way his fingers toyed with your core, teasing your most sensitive spots, you felt like melting and washing down the drain.

Your boyfriend's chin rested on your shoulder, keeping his face near your, head was angled downward to watch the movement of his hand. Your eyes drooped and threatened to close, your breath thick from the stimulation and the hot water's steam.

A whine resonated off the tiled walls when Changmin finally pushed a finger inside your cunt.

"Quiet, baby," he cooed. "Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew."

They were more likely to murder your boyfriend instead of going into cardiac arrest. Either way, you weren't trying to garner any attention whatsoever— besides Changmin's, of course.

After you had volunteered to assist your parents with a home project, your boyfriend insisted on tagging along. Your mom and dad didn't dare resist another set of hands, and you saw an opportunity for Changmin and your parents to bond.

It sounded so simple, so perfect— the two of you would stay with your family for a week, helping wherever needed, and they'd see how amazing your boyfriend was. Win-win.

During the venture to your childhood residence, you set some obvious limits with Changmin: minimal PDA, no dirty jokes, et cetera. One rule that soared above the others was absolutely no sex.

It only took two days for you to break it.

"Please, Changmin." Your head lolled against his shoulder.

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me."

"Baby, we said no sex." Changmin purposefully teetered you off the edge of desperation. "You really wanna risk getting caught?"

You were already at risk.

You were surprised your mom and dad let you two share a room in the first place. If they knew you were showering together, even if it were innocent, Changmin would go missing.

It would only take one glance at the empty guest room you currently occupied for your parents to piece it together.

"Changmin, I need you." Your voice was pathetic and higher-pitched. But that's how your boyfriend liked it.

Attempting to kiss your neck but breaking into a grin, Changmin pumped his digit in and out of you faster, soon adding a second. It had you reaching behind yourself to grab him, clawing at whatever skin you found. He hummed with delight while his other hand reached between you to grasp his erection.

Changmin aligned himself, murmuring lowly in your ear as he did. "If only your parents knew how much I've ruined their perfect daughter. How I've corrupted you, made you crave my cock..."

Your boyfriend removed his fingers from your entrance, quickly filling the emptiness with his length. You bit the insides of your cheeks to keep from moaning. Changmin, on the other hand, couldn't stop smirking down at you.

"I should make you scream my name."

a/n: and here's changmin's birthday post!!! it isn't really 'birthday-themed', but whatever, it still works :P this was originally written in first person, so i apologize if i missed anything i needed to change💜

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lu-lus-duckies · 10 days

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Anyways, here's (some) of the gay poetry I've made while thinking about daddy nunalastor

Tw: uh... Lulu is gay. Also almost none of these rhyme or have rhythm so...

My words may not be original

And my poems unimpressive

But damn it I will try my best

To make them appear expressive

to make each stanza unique

To turn each word into a rhyme

Because then I'll be able to prove

That no one could love you as I

I have doubts on my writing

But my affections are truly unique

There's no other like it

you've turned me into a freak

I lay awake googling idioms about idiocy

To understand exactly what you've done to me

You make me into an idiot savant

With my only skill being my love

The elevator can never reach the top floor

For you keep on building me up higher

The lights are on and no ones home

But the source was never me to begin with

You must be a screwdriver my love

The way you make the only screws left in my brain come loose

And everythime I gather my marbles in a bowl

You steal and scatter them away from me

I'm not stupid or crazy

But you sure as hell make me

I know the second I ask for forgiveness I'll feel a lot worse

Because I know it's not possible

That you will try to distance yourself from me

That you will think I ask for your love back

But I don't need it

I need you to be okay with my presense

Nothing more. Nothing less

I'll live with the ache of a heart attack if it means it'll spare you the tiny prick of my flick

But I beg not to let my existance become the bane of yours

Let me tell you about my lonely nights

My bedtime routine is simple yet mundane

I stay awake until my temperature drops to a freeze

And let my heart be the only thing set aflame

I pray to the gods to let me hear the lullaby which you've blessed the world with

But to ask you to sing for me feels too much like I'd bother

Others may have similar phrases, songs and vocals but it wouldn't be the same coming from another

They come to me from lands too far for my own voice to reach

But no wave of yours is something my ears can't pick

Even if it breaks like wineglass with the pitch

My heart yearns to hear your sound

Because if it does I won't have to doubt my own fears

That yours is the tone to which my fragile soul resonates

And I hope that it becomes louder to share with the stars

I cling onto the faintest of vibrations in the air left by your chords

I hold it dear to my heart and pretend you're right there talking my ears off

My cold hands shiver along in tune with the frequencies of your voice

I'd try to warm them, but in doing so I'd quiet your voice

So I choose to sleep without blankets

For it keeps your angelic sound in my body for just a little bit longer

And it keeps the emptiness of my dreams just a little more bearable

#lulu is so gay #lulu is delulu #revoke lulu's art license?#revoke lulu's art license #lulu poems #this is a nunalastor simp blog

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sincerely-sofie · 2 months

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Sofie! Do you have voice claims for the cast of TPiaG? I know that Grovyle and Dusknoir already have “canon” voices (as well as Darkrai if you count the Rise of Darkrai movie), but sometimes people opt for different ones so I was just curious how you pictured them sounding in your head, especially Kip and Twig!😊

Getting this ask was very startling to me, because I’ve actually been working on finding voice claims for TPiaG’s characters for a while now! It’s been a bit of a struggle because unlike most of my projects, TPiaG played out almost entirely in my internal voice in my head. Like, I could hear the characters’ inflections and tones of voice as I wrote them, but when it came to their actual voices, I blanked. This video is full of the current best voice claims I have found for each of the main cast members, but it’s not official, and is likely to change as I find better fits!

Some notes on each of the current voice claims:

Twig’s voice claim is decently accurate in terms of sound, but not energy. The clips I used here are pretty accurate, but only for after the credits of the fanfic, when Twig has more enthusiasm and is embracing her extroversion more. I had a hard time finding clips of Ellie Kemper sounding sufficiently exhausted and downtrodden, or even frustrated, to show how Twig would sound in a wider range of moods.

Grovyle’s voice pairs well with Twig’s, which is something I really wanted with their voice claims! I think he’d have a flatter / lower energy tone of voice in general, but he’d definitely end up going a few octaves higher than usual when Twig does riskier stuff and he freaks out as he tries to chastise her.

Kip’s voice claim choice is the one I’m the least confident about, but Bolin has the perfect energy for him once, like with Twig, the fanfic ends and he’s more comfortable in his own skin.

I imagine Celebi has a bit of a southern twang to her voice, but I couldn’t find a sufficiently cutesy-sounding actress with the proper accent. Ty Lee was definitely a match for Celebi in the cuteness department, though!

Toffee’s voice for Ark is a closer match than a lot of these. A key thing to Ark in my mind is that the slightest change in pitch or intonation goes miles with him, and he has a surprising amount of emotion in a very narrow range. I don’t know if Michael C. Hall’s pitch or resonance works fully for him in my mind, but all around, I like the levelness to this voice and think it’s a decent fit.

Dusknoir’s voice gave me such trouble. Runner-ups for him were Lord Yupa from Nausicaa and the titular character of Porco Rosso, but they both felt slightly off. James Cromwell has a good vibe of being world-weary yet warm, but Dusknoir is a mandatory Brit, and Cromwell is very American.

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wings-of-ink · 20 days

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What do the ROs voice sound like?

This is a good question, Anon, one that is a bit hard for me.

I'm not as good with imagining how a person's voice really sounds. My spouse is great at stuff with sound and music, and it is like my antithesis, lol. I'll give it a go...

Oswin: not a super deep voice, but still on the lower end, he naturally projects, his voice carrying authority naturally.

Zahn: has a sweet melodic quality to their voice. They tend to speak sort of fast and enthusiastically. Their pitch is a little higher, but doesn't have edges, if that makes sense.

Duri: I wouldn't say they have a deep voice, but it is deeper than what they would appear to have. It's smooth and has a sultry quality.

Rundis: Their voice can often come off as a bit flat and uninterested, mostly when they are in public or in a group. They actually speak differently among friends or when connecting with someone one-on-one. That voice has a softer quality to it, even and smooth - silky.

???: Has a bit of a resonant quality to it. It may seem a bit provocative and almost smoky.

Thank you for that ask, Anon! I hope these make sense! ^_^

#god cursed if #twine if #if wip #asks #twine wip #interactive novel #if game #interactive fiction #gc ro characteristics

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world-of-aus · 2 years

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Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture

Pairing; Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader

Word Count; 1.8k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. (Use of spit, pet names, p in v.)

Authors Note; So this piece is in reference to THIS work. The start of the Polaroids! There will definitely be more of this ‘moment snapshots’ as I will call them, and hopefully a new installment for the soldier coming along soon but i have some new au’s I want to dip into, so it may be awhile (also want to build Stevie’s portfolio so there’s that)! Any grammatical errors/reading errors are my own, I hope you enjoy this one, happy readings Bun’s!

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He’s got you on your knees, hands guiding you down onto all fours till your face is pressed into the comforter, ass pert and at attention for him. A smack resonates through the room, the action jolting you forward as he squeezes the flesh of your ass.

“You’re insatiable,” you murmur through closed eyes and a curled smile.

“s’your fault,” he argues, as he pulls your cheeks apart massaging the flesh, “pushing your bare ass back into me like that, needy little whines spilling from your lips, who were you dreaming of that got you so needy?”

Your rebuttal gets caught on a moan when he grinds forward, his hardened cock barely slipping through your soddened folds as it flits up against the rim of your ass. His thumbs hold his cock there as he gives a few tentative thrusts, lubing himself up with your slick. “Don’t tease,” your murmur pushing back into the motion, “I think you’ve had me wait long enough.”

He chuckles low, “did dream me neglect you baby, didn’t give you what you crave.”

You're humming your acknowledgement, “poor thing,” he coos, “don’t you worry though baby, gonna take real good care of you.” A groan follows as you feel it hit your puckered hole, “gotta make sure all of you is wet,” he chuckles as he lubes you up further with the warmth of the spit from his mouth.

“Buck – baby please,” you preen pushing your backside into his hips to meet his slow, languid thrusts. You don’t have to twist your head to know there’s an endearing smirk kissing the brunette's lips, the teasing carrying outside of work.

The thrust into your tight, wet heat has both your lips parting in a silent ‘o’, a soft groan and whimper filling the silence of your quiet room in the early morning. He bottoms out, pressing in deep as he bends over you, lips finding your shoulder as he presses soft wet kisses there.

His thrusts are slow but jarring, the little whimpers he pulls from your lips spurring him on as he licks and nips hungrily at your skin. He enjoys the quiver that rolls through your spine, the quiver that has you pushing back onto his cock, a higher, needier pitched whine being pulled from your parted lips.

Bucky shushes you, hips pressing forward, cock pressing in deeper, ‘I got you baby, I know exactly what you need, but you’ll take what I give you,” he murmurs pushing up, his hand falling to the back of your neck as he presses your head further into your comforter covered sheets.

You want to scream, as he continues with those slow tentative thrusts that leave you reeling for more. “Buck,” you whine, though it’s a feeble attempt on your end as he presses your head further into the sheets an action, a warning. You’ll take what he gives you.

His hand disappears from your neck after a moment, the angle changing as the front of his thighs cradle your ass, his thrusts becoming sloppy for a brief second, “don’t whine baby, m’right here, just grabbing something,” he murmurs with a roll of his hips to meet yours. “What’re you doing,” you continue to whine, “give me what I want Buuuck fuck!”

He grins as he picks up the same slow, tantalizing pace, this pace swifter as he lets you push back onto his cock to meet his thrusts. He’d let you have these few seconds of pleasure as he adjusted the camera he had reached for that laid on your nightstand. He flicks the power button, thankful your too lost on fucking yourself on him that you don’t hear its soft whir of life.

Bucky brings the camera up to eye level looking through the lens as he focuses in on the way his cock disappears inside of you, the slick covering it glistening in the night. He should snap the photo, capture the moment your pressed together but he wants to capture something for both of you, something he can hide away in his wallet one that he knows you’ll find and grow wet from the sight of it. A sight that will have you craving, wanting.

So he brings the hand that earlier rested on your neck down to your hip stilling your movements till only the tip of his cock is nestled in your heat. A cry escapes your lips, “why’d you stop,” you huff trying to push yourself back on him. Your poor attempt has him chuckling as he tightens his hold on your hip keeping you from moving the way you want, “be still baby, gonna give it to you real good right now just be still.”

Bucky’s laughing again, as he feels you settle, no longer fighting down against his hand as he snaps the first one, the film strip popping through a second later, “really buck,” you question looking over your shoulder, “it’s our day off.” He’s grinning as he pulls the film out, throwing it by your head, “shake it for me baby.”

“What do I get if I do,” you question reaching for the strip watching as he takes another picture. He hums under his breath, as he repeats the action with the previous polaroid, lips curling as he meets your questioning gaze. Bucky doesn’t offer you an answer as he throws the camera off to the side, the device falling with a soft thump by your hip. His large hands gripping the flesh of your hips squeezing, massaging the skin as he presses in, the burn of it has your toes curling, lips parting as your head thumps into the sheet's polaroid's forgotten. He falls over you, rolling his hips into yours as he drags his cock in and out of you, at a slow toe-curling pace.

“Buck,” you whine shaking your head, “please no more - I need you to fuck me, please.”

“You want to be fucked,” he hums pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “sure that’s what you want?”

Through strained lips your huffing, the need for release consuming you as you fight to lift your body up from the sheets, if you had to take what you wanted you would. Bucky lets you fight against him, going willingly as you push him up till your able to really move your hips and angle yourself back down onto his cock. The moans that fall from your lips are instantaneous “fuck finally,” you breathe as you continue to move back against him, and he lets you, hands loosely resting against your hips as he follows your movements, allows you to take from him.

“What is it sweetheart,” he questions running his hands along your body, “not enough,” he adds when he hears the soft little puffs of annoyed air leaving your lips. “Would you do something,” you huff, shoving your ass back harder, “what would you like me to do,” he retorts, he’s teasing though, he knows exactly what you want, he just wants to hear it.

“Fuck me for fucks sake, you’ve been teasing me since yesterday evening!”

“Don’t even get a please,” he questions hips rolling to meet your thrusts.

“Please,” you cry, “baby please fuck me!” Bucky isn’t one to leave his girl wanting, besides he knows you’ve both waited long enough. He quickens his thrusts, the harsh, wet slap of skin-on-skin meeting both your ears as he does the one thing, he knows he does best; bring his sweet girl to release. Your broken cry catches in your throat, “fuck,” you groan into the sheets, “please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you gasp.

He grunts his thrust jarring you, “s’this what you wanted, wanted me to fuck you, wanted it hard and fast,” he hums, “g-god yes, Bucky, baby please – need.”

“I know what you need,” he grunts continuing to fuck into you the way that you liked, “know the way you like it baby, don’t you worry I got you.” His thrusts are jarring, the movements sending you up the bed, your legs threatening to give way as the pleasure begins to bloom. “Bucky please,” you breathe fingers curling into the sheets, and he knows you well enough now to know what you’re asking without having to ask.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling till your body goes with his hands, going, going till your back is pressed to his front, one hand holding your breasts while the other claims its spot around your neck. “Look so good like this,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, “so needy, so fucked out, you wanna cum on my cock baby?”

“God yes,” you preen hand curling around the one that rests on your neck, “let me cum, wanna cum on your cock baby please!” Hot puffs of air, fan against your neck as Bucky holds the two of you up, pace quickening as his own releases begins to build. “Grab the camera baby, point it to the mirror right there, wanna see how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”

You're whining like you have been all night, you didn’t want to move, “c’mon baby for me,” he grunts, “wanna have something of you in my wallet to look at when I'm feeling lonely.” You give in then, reaching out a hand to grab the camera that rested in the dip of the bed where your knees met. “That’s my girl,” he praises with a kiss to the side of your head, “power it up baby, want you to capture the exact moment you cum apart on my cock.”

The hand on your neck holds you steady, as you bring the camera up to eye level pointing it towards the mirror that was positioned facing your bed. Despite your eyes threatening to roll closed you hold your own gaze, watching the wreaked breaths leave your body as Bucky fucks up into you, the other hand that held your breast now sliding down south.

His thumb presses into your heat finding your clit, thumb ravishing the bundle of nerves that has your toes curling, a moan catching in your throat. “Get ready baby,” he moans, “can feel you squeezing me already,” and if to mirror what he feels he squeezes your throat. The pleasure building within blindsides you, your body going tense, toes curling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around his lengths as your orgasm washes over you in warm waves.

The polaroid whizzes releasing the white film strip before its falling to the bed, your hands searching for leverage on the hand that rests on your neck. “Did so good for me,” Bucky groans, “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna be spilling out of you,” he moans hips faltering as his own end washes over him in the same pleasant waves. A pleased hum leaves your lips when you feel his warm seed spill into you; walls clenching around his length milking his cock for every drop.

He’s chuckling breathlessly, hand turning your head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, “better than your dreams?”

Your grinning into the kiss, “definitely better than my dreams, you better put those away,” you add in reference to the three polaroids resting on the bed.

“They’re going right in my wallet sweetheart, no one’s ever going to see those.”

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Bird hunting

Ghost x fem!reader x Soap

Chapter 5: The Net.

Ch. 4 < Series masterlist > Ch. 6

Warnings: vague description of non-con recording, non-con drug use, cursing, minor character death.

Summary: Canary experiences fear, hope, and despair at the hands of her captors.

Do not read if you're under 18. This work contains mature and triggering themes.

Word count: 1900~

It was growing colder by the minute, Canary could feel it on her back, which was still pressed against the wall, and on her naked feet. She tried rubbing her feet to keep them from going numb, but a sharp pain from her soles stopped her. She curved her right foot towards herself and took a peek to find the source of the pain, finding three red, circular shaped wounds - cigarette burns. They had probably done them while she was asleep to make sure she would have a hard time running away.

Her eyes shifted her eyes back to Blondie, who had just stood from his chair and was now searching into a box. Canary ran her lips over her tongue, she had to find out what their intentions were with her. She wondered if she had been investigated by them, or if they had just picked her out by chance. Also, if they had someone else above them giving them instructions.

“...Why me?” She pried, her voice pitch a little higher than usual. She already assumed that they didn’t know she was a trained soldier, so showing them defiance wouldn’t help much, especially knowing that she could be replaced if they found her difficult to handle. Perhaps if she sounded scared enough, she wouldn’t be seen as much as a threat.

Blondie didn’t answer at first, only sent her a side-eye glare before checking the contents of the box again until he pulled out a laptop. He sat back down on his chair and placed the laptop on a small table. The laptop lit up and he typed something, perhaps the password.

“...Because you’re pretty enough.” His voice was calm, unbothered, as if he was talking about the weather. There was no hint of the aggressive tone used a few minutes before. She guessed that her little strategy worked on him, making him think she wouldn’t be a fighter. What a fool.

From where Canary was seated, she couldn’t see the screen, but only how the light illuminated Blondie’s face. Finally, he opened a video file. A series of whimpers resonated through the speakers. Then, a woman’s voice pleading to be set free. Little by little, Canary realized what kind of video he was watching, and her skin erupted in goosebumps.

“Please, no, let me go, please… I-I won’t tell anyone, I’ll-” the woman in the video cried in pain as a loud slap made contact with her face. Then, her face grew muffled, as if her face had been shoved into a pillow or a mattress. The muted pleas turned into screams that echoed in the small basement.

Canary only stared at Blondie as she felt her bile rising in her throat. She could only imagine what they were doing to the woman in the video, and the worst part was that her imagination filled in the blanks in the most unhelpful ways. She had seen videos of soldiers being tortured for intel, both in desensitization training and as part of pre-mission debriefs before a rescue. She had been coached on what to expect if she was ever captured, and even given techniques to handle the psychological and physical torture. The woman in the video was not.

“I bet you’ll look even prettier on video,” Blondie smirked at her, there was a glint in his eyes that gave away his excitement. His stare was different now, predatory. Canary swallowed down the acid and frowned at him, her mind frantically working up a plan.

If she wanted to see Simon and Johnny, and the rest of her team, her newfound family again, she would have to find a way to escape.

~~~~~~

After the third video played in a row, Canary was shivering. She wanted to think it was exclusively from the cold seeping through her bones, but she couldn’t rule out the possibility that it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Aw, are you getting excited?” Blondie cooed in a sickly sweet voice, “Don’t worry, me too.” He stood up and palmed his crotch, a dark chuckle seeping through his teeth as he saw her frown deepen. “What a defiant little kitty, I’ll have to tie you up.”

Before Canary had a chance to retort, a loud bang of a door resonated from upstairs, along with feet stomping above them. The door to the basement flew open and Baldie appeared with a frantic look on his face.

“We are in fucking deep shit!” he yelled at Blondie, who looked downright pissed at him.

“What the fuck do you-” He retorted, but Baldie ran down the basement stairs and stood in front of him, with the younger one from before hot behind his heels.

“We went to get the fucking dart, and it was crowded with cops!” Baldie’s eyes were wide open, and his forehead was shining with sweat.

“There were some soldiers there too!” the driver continued just as frantic, “A fucking unit of a dude with a fucking balaclava, like a fucking grim reaper starin’ right at us!” This perked Canary up, a small glimmer of hope warming up in her chest - they were definitely talking about Ghost. “They were definitely looking for something, right where we caught her!”

Blondie took a few seconds to process their words, and slowly turned to Canary, who felt a prickling sensation in her skin at the rage blooming in his eyes. “Why would the military look for you?”

Canary bit the inside of her lip, “...I have some friends in the military…” It was a half-truth, but she hoped they would buy it. If they knew that she was a soldier herself, she feared they would execute her right then and there to avoid more trouble. If they killed her and maintained a low profile for a while, they could easily get away.

As long as she was alive, there was a chance she could escape from them, or that her team would find her. And knowing that the 141 Task Force was in on the search as well only increased her chances of survival. They would never leave her behind.

Blondie flared his nostrils and his hands clenched into fists as he turned around to face Baldie and the driver, “Take her back to the van, I know another place where to take her,” he commanded, pointing at Canary as she mentally prepared herself to give them a difficult time. “Once we get to that place, you,” he snarled, pointing at the driver, “will get rid of the van and find another vehicle for us.”

Both men nodded and started approaching her. Canary uncurled herself to have more freedom of movement with her legs. The men noticed it, and quickly threw themselves at her. She screamed and threw a strong kick that connected to the younger’s side, but Baldie managed to grab onto her legs and pin them down. She wiggled up, trying to tug her hands free as she attempted to headbutt him. The other launched himself to her torso, ignoring the pain on his ribs as he put her neck in a chokehold and crossed one of his legs over her stomach. Her throat burned under the pressure, and the weight made it harder to breathe, but the man was inexperienced, and she managed to get the soft flesh of his forearm with a hard bite. He screamed a curse, and started tugging on her hair, trying to get her to release him, but she just locked her jaw in place, while still trying to free her legs from underneath Baldie.

An all-to-familiar metallic click called her attention, and Canary looked up to see Blondie pointing a gun straight at her face. She stilled, feeling her heartbeat loud in her ears as she slowly slacked her jaw, releasing the man’s arm. .

“Behave, bitch,” Blondie growled, before stabbing her in the neck with a loaded dart in the neck. She shouted in a mix of pain and frustration, feeling completely useless as she was so easily overpowered. The room began spinning around her again, and she lost sensation in her arms and legs. The same feeling of terror invaded her as when she first got drugged back in the trail, her last conscious thought was a memory.

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Canary tried hard not to pout at Johnny and Simon, who had come to see her once again before leaving for their mission. She was going to miss them greatly, as it was not often that they were separated. Simon noticed though - he always did - and leaned over her hospital bed. His balaclava was raised up to his nose to have easy access to her pouty lips with his own.

“Be a good girl and wait for us.”

~~~~~~

A catchy Latin Pop song was blasting on the radio, and Melanie’s fingers tapped along the rhythm on the wheel. She had absolutely no idea of what the words were, but the tune was contagious enough for her taste. As she drove past the campus, her tapping faltered.

She thought of the missing woman, who she only knew by her codename ‘Canary’, and her big soldier friends. Detective Hartford, who had been a mentor of hers in the police academy, had at one point mentioned that the bond of the 141 Task Force was a particularly tight one. They often faced dangerous situations of the kind she couldn’t even imagine, and so they were especially unnerved about this entire ordeal.

She didn’t consider herself an overly empathetic person, but watching Hartford pull so many hours to help them made her want to do her most as well. Hence she found herself driving home, with the intention of having a light dinner, stocking herself with midnight snacks, and having a shower before going back to the crime lab. If she pulled an all-nighter, she believed she would be able to get a time advantage that the team desperately needed.

As she stopped at an intersection, she saw a gray van drive past her. Alarm bells rang in her head as she recalled an eerily similar van speed past the search area that same afternoon, and she didn’t hesitate to change her usual route to follow it. As soon as she was at a distance she considered safe enough, she took her phone and dialed the dispatcher.

“This is Officer Kirk, plaque number-” She identified herself to the operator and gave her location, before licking her lips and willing her breathing to remain steady, “I’m following a dark gray van that matches the description of a suspicious vehicle spotted today at the forest trail.” She dictated the license plate to the operator and waited for any confirmation that her instinct hadn’t lied to her.

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“...Alan,” Luke called out to the man sitting on the passenger seat, who grunted back at him, “a car is following us.”

Alan stopped rubbing his temple and shot him a look, “You sure?”

“Yeah,” the driver gulped, worrying his lower lip between his teeth, “the woman’s talking on the phone.”

This caught Alan’s attention, and he looked at the side view mirror on his side of the van, cursing under his breath when he saw it was true. He turned around on his seat, locking eyes with Charlie, who had been listening intently. “Use the rifle.”

Charlie nodded and grabbed the weapon, leaving his spot next to the unconscious woman and crawling to the back door of the van. He peered through the small window, before slowly unlatching the safe and taking aim.

The young officer didn't notice the scope of the rifle until the bullet had already been fired, and her chest exploded in burning pain. It didn't last long, however. And by the time her car lost control and ran into the first line of trees, she didn't feel any of it.

A/N: I hope you haven't grown too attached to Melanie :/

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