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No One Does it Better (18+ Fic)
(This was a request from @thesamoanqueen I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you don't mind that I added some things along the way. I couldn't help myself. 🤭)
Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag everything appropriately, so please use your own discretion when clicking on my work... Anyways, thank you for the love as always. And as always, if you happen to see this, do let me know when/if you'd like to be removed or added onto my taglist. Enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂
Pairing(s): Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader
Summary: Reader is locked up in a chastity belt and Roman is a menace. Idk what else I can say, really.
Tag(s): 18+, orgasm denial, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, sub/dom dynamic, vaginal fingering, edging, bratting (if you blink), chastity, dirty talk, possessive!Roman.
Word Count: 901
The soft clinking of the matching keys to the chastity belt against the metal contraption sounded louder to my ears.
Plush lips laid soft butterfly kisses along my quivering thighs, getting firmer and more persistent and moving closer toward the metal seam of the device.
The tip of Roman's tongue poked out, trailing the insides of my thighs.
I caught the smirk on his lips as my thighs twitched and my body followed suit.
"You want me to unlock you?" Roman asked.
His brown eyes were twinkling, now lit up like a Christmas tree as I of course nodded eagerly.
It been a week of this.
A week of my pussy being locked away for hours on end, until Roman decided that that torture alone wasn't enough.
He'd run his tongue along my thighs, leaving little hungry nibbles behind every so often, watching my face intently and drinking in the pathetic and breathy sounds I'd make...
He answered my silently eager request with silence of his own, but my heart and breath sped up as he took the belt's key in his grip after dangling it by its chain, and softly trailing it over my skin, causing me to shiver with goosebumps.
Roman took the key firmly in his grip and he slid it into the keyhole on the contraption, on the left side of my hip, and he chuckled softly as I exhaled just as a soft click sounded as he finally twisted the key.
But his torment on me and my body clearly wasn't over.
Though I was finally freed, and his mouth was now on my pussy, it wasn't enough.
"Joe..." I whined pitifully as Roman's mouth barely grazed over my pussy and he gave my clit some feather light kisses, his mouth only pressingly firmly when it traveled back onto my inner thighs and over my abdomen.
I was shaking like a leaf with unleashed desire at this point, that desire apparent from the way his lips came into view, glistening despite them barely landing how I wanted them to.
"What? All you said was to unlock you, baby. I ain't a mind reader..."
Roman had the nerve and the audacity to look up at me from between parted thighs, his hands as grazing as gently as his lips and a devilish smirk playing on said lips that didn't match his innocent tone and response.
His tongue began to softly lap at my clit.
Round and round.
Back and forth.
Toying and barely touching, yet still wracking my body with electricty-like strokes that made me twitch and whine and clench the sheets with every motion.
So naturally, I decided to respond to his smart mouth with mine.
"What's the matter? You forget how to eat p-"I gasped, my hips nearly flying up off the bed as Roman's mouth began to work my pussy with more intention.
Lewd slurping sounds hit my ears and made me buck my hips in time with Roman's mouth.
Just those light strokes from early on had my abdomen tensing and my thighs clenching and unclenching.
Trembling as slowly but surely, an orgasm threatened to crash through me and render me utterly useless.
And now, as Roman reasserted his dominance upon me, letting me know that he knew exactly what I wanted- what I needed- and that he was more than capable of giving it to me, I found myself teetering further and further towards the edge, right at the precipise of what would surely be a earth-shattering release.
But of course, Roman couldn't have that just yet.
"Does it feel like I forgot, baby?" Roman asked, licking away my juices from his plush lips as if he were eating away at a 10-course meal.
"Nooo...." I answered exasperatedly, both in response to his question and to his mouth halting its pleasurable assault on my body.
"No?" He mocked, letting the pad of his middle finger graze my pussy lips and along my glistening opening as I nodded eagerly once again.
"No what? No one takes care o' this pussy like I do?" Roman asked, his words accompanied by two of his fingers slowly sliding into my wet heat and curling against my sweet spot had my eyes rolling back and the muscles in my neck tensing as my mouth opened in a silent moan, before my brain could remind my mouth how to properly form words again and I met my man's eyes once more.
I let out a little gasp at the unbriddled hunger in Roman's eyes as his fingers slowly curled and uncurled before his movements began to speed up ever so slowly.
I began to salivate, watching Roman's biceps flex with every confident movement he made.
"Answer me or you don't cum." He growled and that made my mouth cooperate.
"No one! No one takes care o' me- of this pussy like you do, Joe!" I whimpered, cursing loudly as my legs became tingly and numb, stars burst in front of my eyes, and my core tightened.
"That's what I love to hear, babygirl." Roman purred, licking his lips and pecking mine before his lips joined his fingers between my thighs, tasting once again from my juices until they coated his hand, his tongue, and his beard, his chuckle reverberating through my body as if we were one and his tongue licked until my body sagged into the sheets...
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rory culkin characters during nnn ♡
a/n: ermm exactly what the title says?? no nut november, woo. !!! this is a collab with the WONDERFUL @ethical-cain-vinnel !!! go read their part too!! right here!!
characters included in this part? danny, chris, possum.
dan cooper..♥︎
he definitely knows of it as a concept, but has never really thought of participating in it himself. it sounds somewhat.. painful to him. the thought of not cumming for an entire month.
once you bring it up to him, he's a little hesitant to participate. but as always, he wants you to be happy (he does also enjoy the whole "learning/getting better with self-control" aspect of it).
he actually does a really good job for the first few days!! but, he has a somewhat high sex drive.. so around day four, he'll get just a little bit needy. but, he calms himself down and tries to just forget about it.
he tries really hard to last as long as he can for your sake, but at some point, maybe around day 10 or 11, he gets super horny. he's all over you. trying to hug you, kiss you, hump your thigh. anything. poor boy just wants to cum so badly.
and thats when you invest in a chastity cage for him! he's a little scared of it at first, but he gets used to it. and still, the only thing he can think about is fucking you. he wants it so badly, every night he has dirty little dreams about you.
at the end of the month, when december finally comes, he's all over you. finally being able to fuck you is like heaven. he's hugging you close to him, rutting into you, so excited. he cums so quickly into the session too. but that doesn't stop him from going at it for all the missed hours.
chris kenton..♥︎
he loves a good challenge, he's actually the one to mention it first. like, the two of you were just talking and he brought it up.
but the thing is, he's probably gonna lose first too. he's super horny pretty much all of the time. i mean, he's got nightly jerk off sessions with lube and a fancy flesh light. he didn't think of having to give that up when he decided to participate in nnn.
i swear, he probably lost on day one. but not consciously. he just HAPPENED to have a sexy little dream about you anddd came during that. and obviously since it's a challenge, he needed to tell you (please have him tell you what happened in the dream, he'll be so cute and blushy while talking about it).
disqualified on the very first day, how disappointing. at least he gets to watch everything in his porn collection again! (he'll cum untouched if it's something he finds attractive enough, he's a horny little bastard istg).
and because he lost, especially so quickly, deprive him of fucking you until december. yeah, he has his fancy little fleshlight and favorite porno, but nothing compares to your perfect hole (his words btw).
possum..♥︎
he's always down to do something stupid like nnn. he actually participates every year. because of this, he does a surprisingly good job (despite how much of a dirty, horny fuck he is).
he looks at it as another form of edging, really. but then he complains about his balls hurting from.. sperm build up (😨).
so, he lasts the entire month! he says that all he has to do is ignore it. and to ignore it, he spends his time with his opossum companion rather than you. it's actually really smart, you make him horny, the opossum doesn't. what a simple man.
he also just get super high and cowers in the woods in fear of aliens a lot more than usual. it's a bit of a problem but it's something he chooses to distract himself with.
there probably aren't many times where he starts to get super super needy, except for once.
the two of you were snuggled up together on the couch under some blankets. nice and warm, maybe watching a movie. and his hands just happened to wander to your chest, tweaking your nipples.
at the end of the month though, once it's finally december and he can cum, oh man does he fuck you. way different than usual, too. he gets you in the quickest position, absolutely POUNDING your hole.
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Casually lurking in Sailor Moon fandom and when I see posts mentioning the Shitennou's knightly titles, I think the translation are off. I don't know if those are just fansubs being wonky, or if even the official ones are not entirely correct...
I've also seen some posts say that "I don't understand what these means". The knightly titles are based on the image and properties associated with each gemstone in Japanese (so, if it has different meanings internationally, it's quite beside the point).
Jadeite: Knight of Resilience 忍耐 and Harmony 調和
忍耐 is often translated as "Patience" in fanworks. 忍耐 is better translated as "resilience", "perseverance", or "endurance". Even when colloquially used to say "be patient", the connotation of it is more along the lines of "endure this". The Harmony one is correct.
"Resilience" is because jadeite jade is the harder jade. "Harmony" because of its traditional usage in spiritual matters, so jade in general has the image of "peacefulness".
Nephrite: Knight of Wisdom 知恵 and Peace 安らぎ
This one makes me kind of laugh because of what Nephrite is like as a character/person. I almost always see 知恵 translated as "Intelligence". It's not wrong per se, but this term here refers to something deeper than just brain smarts, thus "wisdom". Things like wisdom that come from age, or innate perceptiveness, and so on.
安らぎ is peace, as in "inner peace". Basically, "serenity", though it's probably not a good idea to use this word in Sailor Moon for obvious reasons.
Nephrite being the native jade of China, it has been given very sagely meaning to it that persist even in Japanese symbolism. That's why it's like this, for somewhat similar reasons to jadeite's "harmony".
Kunzite: Knight of Virtue 純潔 and Benevolence 慈愛
純潔 can also mean Purity or Chastity. 慈愛 is sometimes translated as Affection, which is also not entirely wrong. It's just that the standard meaning is benevolence or mercy. "Affection" tends to be used in the context of parents and children. In this context probably not the best meaning to use.
This gemstone is associated with the Holy Mother Mary, of all things, that's why it's got very saintly imagery associated with it.
Zoisite: Knight of Purification 浄化 and Healing 癒し
The most straightforward one so I've never seen any wonky translation with this one. Those who are into healing crystals might already know this, but this title is based on the healing and purification qualities that a blue zoisite/tanzanite supposedly have.
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@please-tie-me-up-in-chastity
If all that is true and you trust him so much, then why cage him at all? I'm not trying to be a smart ass, but it seems like the 24/7 thing you two have working for you would require Tom to be locked even while traveling. If you trust him to be unlocked, then why is the lockup necessary at all? Your words- My husband is committed to not touching himself that way because that is what I demanded of him. He could spend the entire week unlocked and I wouldn't worry about it
I think that some of you men make this way too complicated. And for some reason some of you are more concerned about how much he is locked than I am.
I like to keep my husband locked. He is committed to being locked for me, but the thing about him wearing the cage is that the decision and the control is mine.
He is caged 24/7/365, but I do remove it when I think that it would be practical. When we travel with family or friends I really don't want people asking why he always gets pulled off for a private pat down. And when we are alone, I just don't want any issues that would keep us from making our flight.
When he was clearing snow off the roof I made him take off his cage in case he had an accident. When he had hernia surgery it was off for a week. If he goes for long road bike rides then he has permission to remove it so he doesn't get chafed.
Those are practical reasons. My husband will be locked for the rest of his life. Why are you concerned about a few hours here and there?
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God you’re such a pretty cow slut. God what I’d do to you if I got my hands on you. You’d never walk again. I’d force you to crawl on all fours like a good cow to get around while you still can before your fat gut drags the ground. I’d stuff you full of high calorie slop every single day, with fertility and lactation supplements mixed in. Watch your belly stretch past it’s limit as you whimper and whine around the tube down your throat as you endlessly chug until *I* think you’re full enough. Stupid fat fuckcows like you aren’t smart enough to know what full is. After each breeding session I’d put you back in your breeding stall. Give you your weekly estrogen and progesterone fertility shots. They’ve made your hips and tots swell amazingly. You’re glowing with fertility and I know it’s prime time to impregnate you, my cow. I’ve been tracking your ovulation cycles. I put your fat engorged breasts in the milker as they leak in anticipation. Milk steadily squirts and then flows in as you moo in relief at the pressure in your fat swollen tits. I finger your breeding cunt. Sopping wet. I whip out my bull cock and slam in to the hit, hearing you moo out in pleasure. The slapping gets louder and wetter as it continues. I thrust as deep as I can when I cum in you to ensure every drop gets in before pulling out, slamming a huge knotted dildo in you, and locking you in a chastity belt until your next breeding. That would be your life with me, cow. Day in and day out over and over getting bred and fattened for me.
oh fuck moooooo
please make me. fat dum breeding cow
dum fat fuckcow crawlina and mooing
breed me abd stuff me moooooo
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M!Winter x AFAB!Reader
Words: 761
TW: teacher/student, cockwarming
Note: I got really horny and needed this old man so here we are
Inspo post
I’d been teasing him the entire class period. Subtly parting my legs every once in a while, showing off my wet cunt. Even occasionally reaching down and playing with myself when I knew he was watching. I could tell he was getting worked up. I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled me aside like he normally does, forcing me into a chastity belt for the rest of the day.
“Y/n. Meet me after school, we need to talk about your grades.” Not his best excuse, I was the best in class and shouldn’t be worried about my grades.
I smirked and nodded, “Yes sir.” He acknowledged me with a nod and returned to preparing for his next class.
Robin nudged me with his elbow on the way out of class, “What’s that about?” Sometimes he’s too curious for his own good. “You get great grades.”
I chuckled and waved him off, “Probably just a chance for extra credit or something.”
After school I didn’t bother changing out of my school uniform, just quickly walking to Winter’s classroom. I stopped short of the door and politely knocked, “Come in.”
I entered the classroom, closing the door behind me. “You wanted to see me?” I dropped my bag on a chair and stood in front of his desk. “Did I do something wrong, sir?” I asked, feigning innocence.
Winter sighed, “You’re such a pain sometimes, Y/n.”
“Yet you still can’t get enough.” I joked and walked around his desk, standing beside him. “Do you need any help?” I made a show of bending over and leaning on his desk.
He put a hand on my bare upper thigh before picking up a pen, “Though I’d have you help me grade some papers, it’ll keep you out of trouble for a while.” He handed me the pen and gestured to the pile of papers, “You’re a smart girl, you should know all the correct answers.”
I pouted, “Really? I thought we could have some fun.”
“Maybe if you do as you’re told.” He told me a matter a factly before pulling me into his lap. “Do you think you can do that, Y/n?”
I huffed but nodded, “Yes sir.”
He wrapped a hand around my waist and readjusted me on his lap, “Good girl.” I hummed happily at his praise and quickly got to grading the papers, wanting to get the boring part over with.
Winter seemed content to let his hands roam my body while I graded the papers. He was quiet for the most part, only grunting when I moved around too much or when he corrected a mistake I missed. I felt him harden under me, “Sir?” I asked coyly, shifting in his lap.
He cleared his throat, “Stand up.”
I smirked, dropping the pen and standing as instructed. I didn’t bother turning around as I heard him undo his pants, knowing what was going to happen. He lifted my skirt and slowly guided me back down onto his lap. I gasped, feeling his cock against my slit, “Winter…”
“Shh…” Winter shushed me, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone who was passing by the classroom. He doesn’t want to be caught fraternizing with one of his students.
I moaned lowly while he groaned as he slipped his cock in, “Fuck...”
Winter rubbed circles on my hip, “Watch your language, it’s not becoming of a young lady.” I knew he was only half joking but I didn’t have a comeback, I couldn’t think straight with him inside me. “Keep grading.” He instructed while handing me the pen. I whined but took it and went back to grading.
It’s always nice sitting in his lap and cockwarming him. I can relax when I’m with him, “What’s on your mind?”
“I wish we could spend more time together…” I explained my thoughts while fidgeting with the pen.
He softly kissed my shoulder, “I know.” Winter’s busy and we don’t get to spend much intimate time together. He took the pen from my hand and put it in its proper place on the desk, “I think you’ve done enough.”
A pit formed in my chest, fearing I said something wrong. I took a deep breath and stood up, fixing my skirt and stepping away, “No.” I turned back, surprised. “I still have some extra time to spend with you.”
I smiled happily and hopped up on his desk, spreading my legs and giving him a perfect view of my cunt. “How much time?”
He chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a handful.”
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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summary : wilbur is a quiet guy, but there’s so much more to him than he shows. over swapped shifts, post it notes and paperback novels, you unravel him bit by bit.
genre : fluff
warnings : mentions of alcohol/drinking
pairing : musicianbur x fem!librarian! reader
pronouns : none (i think) reader is described as a “girl” and using other feminine descriptors
featuring : cc!wilbur soot, musicianbur, college!librarian! wilbur
word count : 2.6k
note : sorry this took. one million years. i had my exams and i turned 17, and then i went out of state to visit family, but i’ve had this in my drafts and i’ve been working on and off for a while. i hope you enjoy this, i’m thinking about maybe making it multi part? if people are into that? @starsyoubreaklikesugardust <333
You sincerely regret covering for your coworker. The campus library has a consistent, albeit small, staff. You work the same days every week; Monday morning, Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning. The head librarian, Theresa, was more than willing to give you extra shifts whenever you needed. The library was where most of the richer students’ parents donated, and you were insanely lucky to get your job there. As a result of the consistent schedule, you work with two people regularly; Henry, who shares your major, and Janine, who’s one of the sweetest people you know. The rest of your coworkers, you knew exclusively through Theresa and her insistence of having staff get togethers at any opportunity.
There’s Chastity, who lives on your floor, and her girlfriend Kate. You got a front row seat to their first kiss after three months of egging them on with Janine at Henry’s 20th birthday. There are three more workers that work during the week on alternating shifts to you; Sam, the newest member of the term; Hae-Won, the only person who had worked there longer than you and Theresa; and Wilbur.
Wilbur, who was currently your new coworker as you started working five days a week. Hae-Won’s mother was sick, and Theresa had begged you to cover for them while they flew interstate to go take care of her. You’d been working at the campus library since you were a freshman, and they’d always been good to you. You had agreed, and now you were needing to rush from class to the library after every single one of your lectures. Sam, Henry and Theresa had all assured you that if you were late because of class you wouldn’t lose your job, but you felt bad leaving them with all the work.
Wilbur has barely spoken a word to you since you’d started working the same shifts. He’s not rude or angry, just quiet as far as you can tell. You like him. You both keep to yourselves, and Wilbur doesn’t snitch on you for smuggling your sandwiches out of the office when you browse the stacks during your breaks.
He doesn’t get mad at you for being late when you are, and he always puts stuff on the top shelf whenever you ask. He’s soft, and incredibly smart. You learn about him through hushed evenings in the office, both of you dead on your feet after you’ve locked the doors, neither of you wanting to leave quite yet. The low light gives his eyes an amber glow the same colour as sun as it peeks through the slats in the blinds of the office, surrounded on all four sides by large windows. The fishbowl, the kids call it when they come in on Friday afternoons. Not quite, you think. You’re both too boring to be fish, you make a joke when you hear a young boy say it. Wilbur gets a look in his eyes that he keeps for the next hour until you confront him. “Sometimes people don’t look a fish ‘cause they’re interesting,” he all-but whispers when you ask, eyes aglow and top row of teeth pulling on his bottom lip. “Sometimes they’re just pretty.”
You get to know Wilbur over campus coffees, and handmade bookmarks inspired by the paperbacks he checks out every week. Through his handwritten post-it note on the corner of the main monitor at the front desk, a stack of books with a cat perched on top, his writing slanted but mainly kept between the spines of each book. A request for a novel you’ve never heard of, but vow to search for. Theresa is the one who handles incoming books, but that’s not going to stop you from finding it yourself.
You begin to find those sticky-notes around more and more. There’s one resting on top of your backpack for you to find as you return from the bathroom. That’s a pretty skirt, the first one says. You should wear your hair like that more often, one three days later on the stack of returns he’s asked you to reshelve. There’s one a week after that forces a smile on your face. This made me think of you. It’s resting on a tiny journalist style notebook, one where you flip on the top. It’s got a quote from your favourite novel on it, and you slip the sticky note inside it gingerly, tucking it into the front pocket of your backpack. That afternoon during your lunch break, you go to the craft store instead of staying in and get yourself some post it notes. Yours are in the shape of a lemon, and when Wilbur goes into the fishbowl to grab his stuff once your shift is over, he finds one stuck to the side of his bag. Two words, ten numbers, all in your handwriting. Call me.
So he does, he calls you that very night. Despite the late time, you guys stay on the phone for nearly three hours. The next shift you two share, you tease him. “I thought you were meant to be the quiet type,” you giggle as his ears turn pink, him intentionally facing away from you to shield the smitten grin on his face as he pretends to write something on the staff calendar. “You had a lot to say the other night.”
It continues that way for a while, nightly phone calls in which you finally get to hear him talk unabashedly about the things he’s interested in. He’s in a band, he confesses shyly one night when you’re both on the verge of sleep. You don’t reply for a second, and he thinks you might have dozed off. You pipe up after a moment, voice heavy with sleep and Wilbur thinks he can’t possibly like you more. “Your first gig’s Saturday, right?” He nods, even if you can’t see him. You keep going anyway. “I’ll be there.”
He wishes you hadn’t told him, because he spends the next three days stressing. Performing always makes him a little anxious, a healthy amount of butterflies, as his friends say. But this is too much. He changes his shirt three times on Saturday night, twice because he wants you to like it, and another time because he sweated through the third one. He blames it on the intensity of the lights, when the drummer asks him if he’s okay, but they can all see the way his eyes are locked onto your frame, tucked into a little corner of the underground bar they’re playing. They play for about forty minutes, and you’re a little embarrassed to admit that you’ve never heard a single song they did.
Wilbur goes into the little backstage area after their last song, and his bandmates will swear he’s never moved so fast in his life. He’s chugging a bottle of water while trying to wrestle his guitar off his back, his glasses fogged up from the sweat covering his face. there are a few bothersome strands sticking to his cheeks, but he doesn’t care about that. He just wants to see you.
He gets to your corner and the table is empty. No, the table has things on it. Your chair is empty. There is something on the table. He reaches it and flops down into the chair you were just sitting in. A waitress brings him a glass of lemonade that you ordered for him and he gulps it down gratefully. He allows himself a few moments to bask in the post-show high. You might not be there, but that only brought his mood down slightly. He did it.
He is a little hurt that you didn’t stick around, but it’s nearing 10 and he knows you have a test on Monday. He takes another long swig of his drink, and reaches blindly for the one other object on the table; a paperback novel. It’s his favourite. He didn’t even remember telling you it was his favourite, but somehow you knew. His heart hammers inside his chest and he has to remember how to breathe for a second. He’d looked everywhere for that, even going as far as to see if he could order it online.
He flips open the cover, just to check, and he finds a scrawled message beneath the title page. Heard you were hoping to get your hands on one. I hope you enjoy. You’ll have to tell me all about it.
And he does. It takes him less than a week to read the entire book, and he comes to you on a random Thursday, eyes sparkling with a glint you’ve only ever seen that one night he was performing, and he leans over the front desk where you’re standing and before you can even process it he’s taking your head in his hands and pulling you into a firm hug. You’re not as tall, so you’re on your toes as you lean over the desk, struggling to wrap your arms around his torso as he hugs you.
And then he’s talking, loud and clear, and if the library was open people would be giving him dirty looks for how unashamedly he’s speaking to you. You revel in it. He keeps his hands enclosing yours and you lean over the desk to get as close to him as you can, wanting to absorb every single word out of his mouth. Wanting to breathe it in and keep it between your ribs.
Eventually he lets you go to go do some work, but you decide at that moment that you never want him to shut up again.
So, he doesn’t. With constant encouragement from you, Wilbur becomes more outspoken. Of course, there were the phone calls, but he was still reserved in person. He seems to take up more space over the next few weeks, unfurling slowly like an old painting, perfectly preserved with so much beauty to show once he was out in the open. It starts as small things, the way he calls out to you across the library after closing instead of approaching you to tell you softly. You’re almost in mourning, feeling like you’d lost that closeness with Wilbur that only you seem to have. The notion that once you put something out into the world it no longer belongs to you. Not that he ever did, not like that at least.
You’d feel like that and then Wilbur would do something so small, so sacred, that your heart would ache. Whispering jokes in your ear, fingers brushing yours when he passes you a book he thinks you’ll enjoy, grabbing onto both of your hands when he got so excited about something that he needed a physical tether to you to stop himself from floating away, into the air that he was now filling so wonderfully.
The others started noticing it too; Theresa mentioning to you how much more confident he seemed after he’d left the room, Sam, who brightened now that Wilbur seemed to return his enthusiasm, even the bassist of Wilbur’s band, who you ran into at a coffee shop, said he was different.
His band got another gig at a bigger bar, and of course you were invited again. This time you planned on sticking around for the whole thing, letting him wrap you in a sweaty hug once he ran off stage. “You were so good,” you gush, your breath on his ear sending shivers down his spine. His hands ghost up and down your arm, and you can’t bring yourself to let go of him. “But, Wil. Seriously, enough is enough.”
He pulls away just enough to get a clear picture of your face, shadows covering one side, the dim lighting in the venue not doing enough to take away from just how pretty you look.
“You guys need to start playing songs I know the words to.”
Your fake annoyance makes him laugh, one of the most genuine laughs you’ve ever heard from him. Warm, and thick, like caramel. Like his eyes when the two of you are huddled together in the fishbowl and he’s laughing, like there will never be enough time to spend with you. Because there isn’t.
His hands stop in their motions, and he notices your bare arms. “You’re freezing, lovely. Here.” He steps away from you and shrugs off his button up, leaving him in just a white-sleeved tee as he guides your arms in. The sleeves cover your hands and he goes as far as to roll them up delicately. His face is an inch from yours as he unwraps his hands from your wrist, and your fingers toy gently with a stray curl that bounces when you release it from your grip.
This time it’s you who takes Wilbur’s jaw in your hands, fingers running over his stubble. He’s drunk, hasn’t had a drop of alcohol the entire time, but well and truly intoxicated as he pulls you into him again, nose pressed to your hairline. “I’m so proud of you.” You mumble into his shoulder, and for a second, time is frozen.
You’re both brought out of it by rousing cheers from Wilbur’s bandmates, the guitarist and drummer both bullying Wilbur for not introducing you to them earlier. The bassist greets you warmly, and the three of them try to convince you both to go out for a drink. Wilbur’s the one who ends up ushering you out, arm around your shoulders as he placates his bandmates. Throwing a “We’ve got an early morning tomorrow at work,” over his shoulder as he steered you towards his car.
He’s only half lying. You do both have work the next day, however the library’s closed and Theresa’s hosting a party to thank everyone for their hard work. It starts at two, so you’re revelling in the fact that you get to sleep in. That doesn’t stop you from inviting Wilbur up to your apartment, though. Nor does it stop the two of you deciding to watch a movie together on the couch in your living room. It doesn’t even stop Wilbur from whispering to you while the credits roll. “You look so lovely tonight.” You flush, tearing your eyes from his face, looking down at where his hands are on your waist instead. “Can I kiss you?”
It definitely doesn’t stop you from nodding your head emphatically, your hands delving into his hair as he presses his lips to yours for the first time.
He tastes like spearmint gum and the mango of your lip gloss, his hands steadying you both and gripping onto the couch cushion. He pulls away just enough to murmur, “You’re wonderful,” and suddenly you’re so happy you’re laughing. He laughs too, taking your head in his hands until you’re kissing him again, and when he leaves nearly two hours later he’s gripping your hands so tight your breath hitches, promising he’ll see you at the party later.
And hours later, when you’re sipping on lemonade and leaning against one of the windows of the fishbowl, he sidles up to you and leans his head on top of yours. “My pretty girl.” Your hand wraps around his, and the two of you stand there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, watching your coworkers mingle. He’d never been so outward in his affections, not when surrounded by people you both worked with. He was a reserved man, preferring to let loose around his family, his bandmasters, and you. But of course, that doesn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to your hairline, the two of you inside the library office, gazing outside into the rest of the library. “So so pretty.”
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There’s a few things in life theoretical knowledge can’t prepare you for. On top of the list, or very near it, is the actual experience of raising a child. The daily, hourly experience of living with a child isn’t comparable to anything else, and it can’t be properly described in words.
Sherlock loves Rosie to distraction. But, it has to be said, if there was a world championship of accidental cockblocking, she would medal without breaking a sweat.
That adorable, wonderful, funny, smart little girl can ruin the mood so quickly Sherlock would honestly be impressed if he wasn’t simultaneously so frustrated he can barely see straight.
John lovingly calls her the world’s most effective chastity belt, and Sherlock agrees wholeheartedly.
Sherlock thinks this might be the reason most couples wait a few years before having children.
Unfortunately, he and John never did anything in the right order. They fell in love pretty much on sight, then spent ten years being stupid. In between Sherlock pretend died, then (almost) died for real, John got married, had a kid, the wife died, John moved back in, Sherlock became a second father, and then, finally, they started shagging.
Only they never had a sex holiday, because they have a Gremlin they can’t inflict on anyone for a week to just bugger off and shag each other’s brains out. Not yet, anyway. Molly’s offered, but their schedules have not aligned yet. Sherlock hopes it will happen soon.
The last few weeks were especially harrowing. Sherlock was in Cardiff for a week for a boring case, and when he came back, he was busily snogging John against the refrigerator when Rosie came down from her room and vomited all over the sitting room carpet.
If there’s anything that kills the mood faster than a vomiting four-year-old, Sherlock never wants to encounter it.
Of course they both got sick as well, and for the better part of a week, even the thought of anyone touching any part of Sherlock that wasn’t his forehead or his hand was frankly revolting.
Then Rosie dislocated her shoulder and had to stay home from daycare for a solid week. They were both so exhausted every evening that whoever had bedtime duty that night routinely fell asleep in Rosie’s bed before Rosie did.
But now.
Now Rosie’s at Molly’s. They had a lovely date night, with dinner at Angelo’s and a walk through Regent’s Park in the moonshine, and Sherlock is a tiny bit tipsy from the wine and from banked arousal. He’s got John backed against the sitting room door, and they’re snogging leisurely. John’s hands have found their way into his clothes, one hand is caressing his arse, the other trailing up his spine.
“The things I want to do to you,” John mutters, grinning at Sherlock, wicked and full of promise.
“Oh, I have a list as well,” Sherlock replies, biting at John’s throat.
John moans, letting his head fall back against the door, exposing more of his skin to Sherlock’s hungry mouth. “I hope getting me out of my clothes before I go completely crazy is on that list,” he breathes, the hand on Sherlock’s arse pulling their hips together. He’s got a leg slung around Sherlock’s and is dreamily rubbing his erection against Sherlock’s thigh.
“In a minute,” Sherlock mutters, going back to biting at John’s neck. John smells delicious there, like fresh air and a bit of sweat and his cologne.
The door to 221 opens, closes and someone ascends the stairs.
Sherlock sighs. “Fuck off, Lestrade,” he yells through the closed door.
John giggles a bit, hiding his face in Sherlock’s shirt. Sherlock smiles. That’s his favourite thing in the world, a happy, aroused, giggly John Watson, all his to do with as he pleases. He kisses the laugh from John’s lips.
There’s a knock at the door. Right behind John’s shoulder blades.
“He said fuck off, Lestrade,” John says, freeing his lips briefly from Sherlock’s before diving right back again for another deep, dirty, single-minded kiss.
“Listen, chaps, I get it, but the Lambeth strangler’s resurfaced. We need to move on this now.”
Sherlock draws back from the kiss. “How do you know it’s him?” he asks, holding John in place as he makes a move to withdraw his hands from their various places on Sherlock’s person.
“Red string, candles, the works. It’s the same man, Sherlock. It’s not a copycat, we’re sure.”
Sherlock sighs. They’ve been after the strangler for years. Sherlock has never had the opportunity to see a fresh crime scene.
“It’s okay,�� John says, quietly, so Lestrade won’t hear through the door. “I understand. This is important.”
Sherlock meets John’s eyes. John looks disappointed, but he knows ending a date with chasing a serial killer is as traditional for them as sex is for other couples.
The case is alluring. Surely at least an eight. It’s important.
But so is John.
“Lestrade,” Sherlock says, leaning in and nosing along John’s neck while speaking, “walk away now, no questions asked, and give us one hour, no questions asked, and I’ll take the next five cases you’re offering, no questions asked.”
There’s a noticeable pause, then Lestrade says, quietly, “One hour.”
They hear him walk down the stairs and the door to 221 closes behind him.
“Delaying a serial killer crime scene for a whole hour, for me?” John mutters, grinning at Sherlock, bright and happy. “Now I know you love me.”
“Some people need a lot of convincing,” Sherlock mutters, sinking his teeth into John’s neck.
“Take me to bed,” John says, winding his hands into Sherlock’s hair. “And convince me some more.”
Here. Fluff and sexytimes like I promised!
Thank you so much @calaisreno for the tag and the prompt.
Tagging a few people: @jrow @keirgreeneyes @helloliriels @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @khorazir @discordantwords @thetimemoves @the-reading-lemon @7-percent and anyone else who wants to play.
Also, I'm collecting all my ficlets on AO3 here.
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Do you have a daddy and himbo costumes? The daddy would be for my best friend Jake, and the himbo for me. I’d think it would let us win the costume party at the gay bar
Daddy and Me?
You guys don't look like the type that would want such a costume but here we go. Jake with his wild hair I assume is the older of the two of you so he'll be daddy.
Take this. I hand him leather pants to slip on.
Suddenly his body begins to change, hair sprouts everywhere, a beard forms on his face, his cool hair disappears becoming a tight cut with faded sides. His outfit expands a harness, bracers an chains adorn his new thicker, tighter body. He stands ready to deal with you, next we change you.
As he touches your face your changes begin by proxy. Your twinkish body ballons up until you look like a ripped model, your dick enlarges but quickly becomes locked in a chastity cage, Daddy doesn't like you playing without him. Next Leather begins to cover you and soon all of your smarts disappear, all you can think of now is how to please Daddy and staying sexy for Daddy. You've become a certified himbo as Daddy' and yours final form comes into view.
Trapped behind the leather no one would get to see your muscled beauty except for Daddy, you were his himbo and his alone, though he did love showing off your leather ensemble when you both went out. Daddy Jake and you were actually the talk of the gay clubs in town and you never left Daddy Jakes side ever again. Oh and you dis win that costume contest so congrats!
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A fair exchange – part three
series masterlist ; part two ; part four
Part three summary: the bedding ceremony has begun, confessions are made.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x (F) Targaryen!reader
Warning: NSFW 🔞 incest, fluff, explicit words, virginity lost, sex work is mentioned, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (obviously), cunnilingus.
Author's note: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! this is my first time writing a fic in English, so beforehand, i'm sorry 👀
All the rights belong to the showrunners of HOTD and George R.R Martin, author of Fire and blood & Song of ice and fire series‼️
Word count: 2050
The newlyweds walked through the Red Keep corridors holding their hands. The guards were behind them, following them with discretion. However, when they reached the room they would share, the soldiers waited at the door, giving the young couple as much privacy as they could.
Thanks to the Gods, King Viserys had decreed that courtiers need not be present at the bedding ceremony, so they would be alone.
Velarys entered the chambers followed by Aemond. She looked around and admired the job the maids had made, they had lit candles and left lavender incense scattered in various parts of the room. It was a romantic setting, no doubt.
The bed in the center of the room they would share from now on was imposing, canopies hung from it, scarlet velvet pillows and rose petals were scattered on the bed.
The bride inspired.
"Velarys, we don't have to do anything you don't want" Aemond spoke from behind her.
The princess laughed softly.
"Are you scared, dear husband?"
Aemond noted that this was the first time she had called him that way. He smiled at it.
"Of course not" he said as he poured wine into a glass. "I know what to do"
Velarys laughed again, louder this time.
"I must be relieved that at least one of us know what to do"
Velarys walked over to her husband removing the pins that Rhaenyra had put in her hair hours before. She listened carefully to Aemond's raspy voice.
"Not that I have much experience" The prince apologized.
"And who was the lucky woman in question?" she asked as she took the rings off her hands.
"You do not want to know"
The princess placed the jewelry on the table and turned to see the handsome man next to her.
"Aemond, if we want this to work there must be no lies between us" said Velarys taking the glass from her husband's hands and then sipping the sweet dornish wine.
The Targaryen prince knew that she was right, released his breath and encouraged himself to reveal the truth to Velarys.
"Aegon took me to a pleasure house"
The white-haired woman wet her lips with her tongue. She already knew, her lady-in-waiting Rose Westerling, niece of the commander of the King's Guard, had told her a few moons ago... but she wanted to hear it from Aemond's lips.
"Rumor has it, they are good teachers" she said freeing her feet from the torture devices they called shoes.
"I don't question their methods"
Aemond offered her some of the chopped freshly fruit on the table, Velarys accepted strawberries and took a bite, causing its juice to trickle down her chin. Aemond watched how the red liquid ran down her delicate throat.
"You seriously haven't been with anyone before?" the groom asked cautiously.
"Are you questioning my chastity?"
Aemond cursed himself for that question.
"It's not that" he hastened to reply "I thought Lyon Tyrell…"
"Lyon is not stupid, he wouldn't risk having his hands cut off just for being my lover"
Aemond closed his good eye remembering the threat he had made to the Lord of Highgarden when he was eleven years old.
"He's not as smart as i thought" he said instead.
"What does suppose to mean?"
"You are a beautiful woman, Velarys"
"So are you, husband"
Velarys could have sworn that Aemond had blushed.
"Not even with Qyle Martell?" he asked again surprised.
"He is an attractive man, very different from what is used be to seeing in King's Landing... but no, not even him"
Aemond believed her.
He cleared his throat and looked at his shoes.
"Shall we do this, then?"
Velarys stood in front of her husband and made him copy her action.
“I have been ready for a long time”
The princess approached her husband and could feel how his body tensed. She put her hands on his ribs and leaned down to kiss him.
When Velarys's lips touched his, Aemond didn't know what to do. In the years they had been engaged, they had never been so intimate: he had courted her, they had attended balls together, and Velarys had even given him many High Valyrian lessons, making them strangers no more. But it had never gone beyond a kiss on the cheek or warm hugs: Aemond respected Velarys.
Velarys felt that Aemond didn't kiss her back, many thoughts went through her mind: I'm not attractive enough for him, he prefers the whores he has visited in that pleasure house... after all they have more experience.
Velarys took a few steps back, and Aemond could see the disappointment on her face.
"Vela…"
"I know I'm not the most experienced woman in the world, but I trying my best" Velarys walked away from Aemond "No one told me what to do or what to expect about tonight, but you don't make it so easy for me either"
"You didn't do anything wrong"
"Then why don't you kiss me?" Velarys asked.
Aemond bit his lip softly and confessed:
“I have never kissed anyone”
"What?"
"I don't know how to kiss you properly"
“But you said that…”
"Yes, the prostitutes taught me how to fuck, but…" he stopped speaking, he realized this wasn't an appropriate vocabulary to use in front of his lady wife. "I wanted you to be the one to give me my first kiss, to give you something that no one has touched before"
Velarys smiled at his words, Aemond was someone sweet: he only hid it under that dark aura that he had built.
"Well, I may not have been fucked yet, but at least I know how to kiss someone."
Aemond took Velarys's hands and pulled her closer.
"I should thank Lord Lyon for that."
Velarys laughed.
“Could you teach me how to kiss you?”
“Only if you promise that I will be the only one you kiss”
"Always"
Velarys took Aemond's face again and kissed him, properly this time.
At first it was a sweet and tender kiss, but then it turned into a more passionate one.
Velarys bit Aemond's lips gently, they were swollen and red.
Aemond was shy at first, but then he grew confident. He took her wife's neck and with her thumbs caressed her skin. Velarys moved her kisses to her husband's neck and sucked on his skin, Aemond groaned.
The princess's fingers slid down Aemond's strong arms until they moved to the gold buttons of his jacket. The princess slipped the garment off and let it fall to the ground.
The groom only separated from her to catch his breath and get rid of his white linen shirt. His bare torso was marked by hours of training and under Velarys's touch it was felt an arousing hardness.
Aemond touch softly his wife's exposed arm and felt her skin prickle.
"The dress is beautiful, but difficult to take it off," Velarys said, watching her husband's fingers move.
He swallowed hard.
"That reminds me... I didn't get a chance to tell you how gorgeous you are."
Aemond gently turned Velarys over and began to undo the ribbons that kept her dress on, as he loosened the endless knots her skin was freed.
Her shoulders, her lower back, her ass cheeks had tiny freckles, he bit his lip as he saw them.
Her dress was wrapped around Velarys's ankles and Aemond with an outstretched hand helped her out of it.
The prince admired her for a moment… he had seen several naked women before, but none of them were as beautiful as her.
Velarys covered her exposed breasts when shame washed over her.
"You must not hide from me, my dear." He took her hands and exposed her breasts.
His thumb caressed her nipple and she quickly bristled. Velarys moaned at his fingertips touch.
Aemond kissed her again, this time roughly. His mouth was desperate for her, his tongue tasted all of her.
The prince wrapped his arms around Velarys's waist and pressed her against his body. She wrapped her legs around his still clothed pelvis, and through his pants she felt his manhood grow. On his lips the princess let out a little cry when his cock collided with her entrance.
Aemond walked to the bed with Velarys on his hips. Every time he took a step, her pelvis collided with his, torturing both of them.
He laid his wife down on the sheets, admiring her figure as he removed his heavy leather pants and boots.
"Are you sure you want to do with this?" Aemond asked before continuing with this irreversible moment.
Velarys looked down at his crotch.
“Do I look like I want to stop?” she answered stroking her belly.
Aemond lunged at her, his arms on either side of her face to keep from crushing her.
Velarys gave a cry of surprise as she feel his lips around her left nipple. When his tongue curled around her, her hands settled on the bottom of his head, pulling him closer to her breasts. Wanting more.
Aemond's kisses moved from her breasts to her belly, down to her ribs and hips. Velarys's vision began to blur.
Her husband knelt in front of her, kissing her legs skin.
“Aemond, what are you…?”
"I'll show you what I've learned too" he said bringing his mouth closer to her wet sex.
His tongue ran all over her cunt. Velarys swore that she had never felt so much pleasure, now she understood the ladies of the court.
Aemond's middle finger entered her pussy and she felt a sharp pain, but she didn't want to stop.
"Tell me if I hurt you" he said kissing her cunt lips.
Velarys could only nod.
Aemond moved his finger in and out, when she was sufficiently lubricated he added a second finger.
Velarys moaned louder, bringing her sex closer to her husband's mouth in an eagerness to get more of him.
Aemond removed his fingers from the most luscious pussy he'd ever tasted and brought them to his mouth, cleaning them.
He laughed softly when Velarys cry as she felt empty.
“Do not despair, sweet wife”
Aemond positioned himself between her thighs and stroked her erect cock with one hand and caressed Velarys's torso with the other.
She wrapped her calf around his ass, causing their sexes to collide.
"Maybe this will hurt a little" said the prince licking his lips with his tongue.
"I don't care" Velarys said, moving her hips impatiently against his.
Aemond gently entered her and waited for her to get used to his size.
"I always wanted to know how you would feel" he said huskily, kissing a tear that rolled down her cheek.
Velarys screamed as he moved. Her tight walls sucked him in.
Aemond slowly moved inside her and the princess clasped her legs tightly.
It was an extremely pleasurable pain, she loved the feeling of having him in her pussy.
Velarys caressed her breasts and Aemond thought this was the sexiest view he ever had.
"You are a goddess" he said getting out of her and entering rougher.
The princess cried out in pleasure.
Aemond knew that from now on his new favorite thing was fucking his wife.
"Shit" the curse escaped her delicate mouth.
When the groom saw a more confident Velarys, he came out of her.
"What…?" she asked her puzzled.
Aemond climbed up the bed and lay down on the sheets.
"Ride me" ordered the dragon prince "Do whatever you want with me"
Velarys groaned at the thought.
The princess climbed on top of him and guided his cook to her pussy.
At first, the white-haired woman's inexperience showed up, but her husband squeezed her hip and guided her movements. Pleasure overcame them both.
Aemond massaged her clit and Velarys swore this was heaven. She moved faster on top of him.
When the orgasm clouded the princess's judgment, he continued fucking her through her climax.
“Aemond!” Velarys cried out as his seed filled her sex.
The prince groaned in response, sat up and kissed his wife lustfully.
When they ran out of air, they fell exhausted on the bed, hugging each other.
The bedding ceremony certainty had been completed.
Part four
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🌟Nerdy Prudes Song Ranking🌟
Literal Monster
-Self Explanatory
-Literally Amazing
2.The Summoning
-Wiggly
-Jon Matteson... of course
-Also self explanatory
-Basically a tie with number one
3.Nerdy Prudes Must Die
-You know why
- I'M NOT A LOSER
- I'm on a new crusade 💅
4.Hatchet Town
-Bryce Charles
-I am dan Reynolds
-Who doesn’t love a Dan and Donna cameo?!?!?
5.High School Is killing me
-Im deaddddddd
-Jon Matteson is my favorite (if you can't tell)
6.Cool as I think I am (Reprise)
-Makes me cry
-“Your as smart as I know you are”
-“Would you want to go to homecoming with me”---”Cool”
-Again, I am in tears
-I love Pete Spankofski
7. Bury the Bully
-I love Grace Chastity being insane, I love her
- I love foreshadowing
8.Cool As I think I am
-I love Peter
-“She is the brawn, i'm the brains”
9.Dirty Dudes Must Die
-Grace chastity is a badass queen (who is a little insane, no biggy)
-”darkness will spare my soul” scratches an itch in my brian I didn’t even know I had
-HARMONIESSSS
10.Bully the Bully
-Petey gonna jump on out, jager gonna jagerout
-Whats our budget
-I am sad that this is not higher up
-We love a friend group
-Beans cool?! Excellent!!
11. If I Loved You
-I had a really hard time ranking this
-I love the chorus soooo much
-I Kinda hate the back and forth fighting thing going on in between
-Literally could not place this anywhere that made me happy but it had to go somewhere
12. Go Go Nighthawks
-Love Harmonies
-Fuck Clivesdale
13. Dirty Girl
-Don’t love the content of the song
-Love the vocals
-Sad I can’t put every song at number one
14. Just For Once
-I live for Ruth
-I love her sm
15. Best of You
-A little cheesy for me
-But still deserves to be higher
#nerdy prudes must die#starkid#hatchetverse#hatchetfield#nerdy prudes songs#tgwdlm#black friday#paul matthews#jon matteson#joey richter#lauren lopez#mariah rose faith#bryce charles#npmd#curt mega#jamie lynn beatty#jeff blim#starkid npmd
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So like i suddenly have this random thought- like Michelleel x gabriel.
Idk why i just somehow wanna see a scenario or hc of them?? Its so weird like i dont even know it crossed my mind lol(Gabriel was the bottom too like wth???)
Can I request a scenari- actually i think head canon will be much more fitted for these two. Sfw & nsfw(if its even available for imagination.)
If your not comfortable with it its fine, it was just a random thought lol. But do tell us how you feel about these two randomly hoho
My first reaction to Michi was like "Who put Olivine in WHB?" Although Olivine would have a lot of fun here. It's hard to say anything about him and Gabriel because we don't really know anything about them, but I see potential. For now, I'm pretty neutral about Gabriel, and I'm curious about Michi.
From what I've seen, Principalities are very low-ranking angels.
Or at least that's what wikipedia says and that's consistent with what I know.
We all know how the Seraphs treat even the Cherubs who are right below them, so there must be something special about Michi if Gabe not only didn't send him to his death, but actually trusts him.
At this point, the only thing we know about Michi is his card, so all of this are huge assumptions and a lot of imagination
SFW headcanons:
Their relationship would be quite tricky. Gabriel neither likes nor dislikes Michi (or at least that's what he says), but considers him a smart and useful angel who knows his job. Michi doesn't ask questions, doesn't question orders, and is best used for putting things in order. At the same time, he is not a pushover and can be clever on his own initiatives. That's how he kept his head and earned trust. Not because he is strong, but because he stands out and is irreplaceable.
I don't see our big three working at their desks, I guess they just give orders and little ants have to implement them somehow
In short, all the bureaucracy falls on this poor guy while Gabriel is busy simping praying
Michi behaves perfectly around Gabriel. He likes to live, after all. He looks at him with adoration and is proud that despite his rank, Gabriel paid attention to him. At first, Seraph's attention scared him, but over time, only his brothers scare him
But since he is a lower-ranking angel, he is much closer to the reasoning of humans than Seraphs. Maybe it would be possible to convert him, just like Leamas. Of course, after eliminating all the propaganda that Gabriel put into his head
NSFW headcannons:
It's hard to say anything about it, because the whole heaven could have one big orgy to let out some frustration. The only thing that I can think of is that probably not all angels have chastity cages, considering what is heavily implied to have happened during Levi's childhood… When we saw Leamas' life with Nina there was no mention of the cage either.
Of course, there can be many explanations. My own little headcanon is that some angels do get rid of these bonds. If Michi tried to get rid of his and got caught… Although there is also a problem here, that it is Gabriel who is the most faithful and all. It would be easier to involve Michael or Raphael. Although, who knows…
So I don't see it happening yet, but I'm open to it in the future.
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FemLit 0565 - Let’s talk FLR: How to handle a husband who wants femdom (A must read for all the women)
Nine times out of ten, or maybe 99 times out of 100, it is the man who brings up the idea of male chastity and his fantasy of being denied.
The woman’s reaction will vary…. from complete disgust…. to obvious disinterest…. maybe mild curiosity…. all the way to emphatic embracement.
No wonder it can be nerve wracking for a guy to broach the subject of male chastity to his partner.
Her reaction will make or break his day!
Keep in mind that he would not have brought it up if it wasn’t important to him, so it’s a good idea for the woman to keep her wits (if she possibly can!) and carefully consider her initial reaction.
The smart approach is to calm down, collect her feelings and then suggest a time for a lengthy sit-down discussion.
A short ‘on-the-spot’ superficial little chat will not do the subject of male chastity proper justice!
Scheduling the discussion for later will buy her some time to not only reflect on his desires, but allow some time to do some preliminary research into male chastity, so she has a better idea as to what she’s dealing with.
During the sit-down discussion, it’s best to let him do most of the talking while she encourages him to bare his deepest and darkest secrets.
Listening and asking questions will give her some valuable insights into what is actually going on here.
Her final question to him should be….
What’s in it for ME…
She should listen to his answer very carefully as it will help her out later.
Time For Some R&R
No, not rest and relaxation. If you’re a woman that chooses to embrace a male chastity lifestyle, there will be plenty of opportunity for that later on.
R&R in this case stands for ‘research’ and ‘reflection’.
This 2nd step to living a male chastity lifestyle is all about the woman doing her due diligence, rolling up her sexy silk sleeves, and doing some research as to what makes her man ‘tick’.
The more she can get inside his head and find out what he really wants and needs, the better this lifestyle will work for both them.
A little investigation into the mind of the man who craves being put into a chastity device and denied will reveal something very important to the woman.
She needs to realize that if she doesn’t have a mean streak in her now, it will serve her (and him) well to allow the cruel side of herself to blossom.
In order to deal with all of the bullshit that will soon be coming forth from him, it will be mandatory for her to be (at times), tough minded, mean and yes….
…. even somewhat of a bitch.
While her research will enlighten her to all of his male chastity fantasies, she will need to adopt a tough-minded attitude in order to effectively use those fantasies to her benefit.
Now for the 2nd part of the R&R…. reflection.
It’s time for her to reflect on his answers to What’s in it for ME…
He undoubtedly gave her some excellent ideas as to what she will get out of the tedious task of training him to be locked away in male chastity.
But his ideas are just a start. What about her deepest and darkest desires?
How will she benefit from this arrangement?
She should take some serious time to reflect on this as it will come in handy soon.
She Makes the Rules!
Now we’re getting to the fun part…. where she gets to make up the rules.
Okay…. You’ve had your sit-down with each other.
She’s finished with her research assignment.
Now it’s time to make up the rules as to how you’re going to play the male chastity game.
Although he’s got plenty of ideas of his own for ‘rules’ as to how he would like all of this to play out, in order for a male chastity lifestyle to work seamlessly over the long term….
…. there can really only be one rule-maker… HER
It’s just the best way to make this male chastity thing work.
In coming up with a set of rules, she will of course take into consideration his male chastity fantasies that he revealed to her during their initial discussion.
She will also factor in the information she uncovered during the research phase.
The reflection time she spent on sorting out her fantasies and desires will also play a major part in making up an appropriate set of rules.
But the first rule of male chastity and the most important is this one….
Every subsequent rule made by her is to be followed explicitly and directly by him with absolutely no questions asked or allowed…
If he can’t deal with this over-riding theme of Female Supremacy, FemDom, FLR, D/s, Female Keyholder or whatever you prefer to call it, then she simply refuses to be involved any further and expects no further mention by him of male chastity.
It’s imperative that she holds all of the cards for this game to work.
There can be absolutely no exceptions, wiggle room, backsliding, second-guessing or topping from the bottom.
None of that bullshit!
This one rule firmly and succinctly sets the tone and direction for a fulfilling, fun and exciting male chastity experience.
From then on, she makes as many or as few rules as she wants. She can add, delete, change or modify any rule, anytime at her whim…. with no prior notice.
If she’s in a benevolent mood, she can even entertain suggestions from him as to the nature of the rules.
This predominant position puts her in a place of prodigious power.
And this level of power will pay off in big benefits.
Time For Lockdown Mode…
There are many factors you should consider when looking to buy a male chastity device.
» Type: chastity cage or belt? » Material: plastic, leather or metal? » Security: used with a piercing or without » Custom made to order or off the shelf? » Price? » Manufacturer: reliable customer support
Let’s go over these considerations, one-by-one.
If this will be your first chastity device, it’s best to stick with a cage type. Chastity belts are very secure and look sexy but they do have their drawbacks.
They are usually custom made so will take longer to receive, plus they are on the expensive side. A chastity belt can also be harder to hide under certain types of clothing.
As far as material, leather looks sexy but is not very secure (it can be cut easily) and is not particularly hygienic.
Metal is definitely sexy looking and usually quite secure. But devices made from metal are obviously heavier, harder to get used to, and pose a problem with airport security.
Plastic is the way to go when first starting out.
Most chastity cages, whether made from metal or plastic are pretty damn secure! Although there are men who can finagle their way out of them, my experience has been that when properly fitted, they won’t be coming off without a key.
For added security, many modern chastity devices can be used with or without a penis piercing.
Custom made chastity cages are typically of the belt variety or made from metal. Like I mentioned above, they are usually expensive and can take quite a while to receive. Also, initial measurements are critical to achieve a good fit.
Off the shelf chastity devices come with different sizes of rings and spacers that will ensure a good fit. It is usually necessary to experiment with different combinations of spacers and rings to come up with a comfortable fitting device.
As far as price goes, an off the shelf, plastic chastity cage such as the very popular CB-6000, while not cheap, is well within the budget of most.
You can find cheaper, Chinese knock-offs on Amazon but the quality is not to be trusted…. they crack and break a lot.
On the other hand, custom chastity devices can get quite expensive and are best left for when your chastity lifestyle has been allowed to season a bit.
Male chastity is becoming more popular all the time which brings more designers and manufactures into the arena with new and innovative products.
These manufacturers can come and go like the wind so it’s always wise to pick a chastity device made by a company who has been around for awhile in case you need customer support or replacement parts and accessories.
There is a reason devices like the CB-6000 are so popular.
It’s affordable, secure, comfortable and hygienic!
Unfortunately, it’s not as simple as ordering a male chastity device, locking him up and embarking on a fun and exciting male chastity lifestyle.
There is a critical process that must be carefully navigated before the mayhem can begin.
This is what you’ve been waiting for? Your male chastity device has arrived and you cannot wait to get started.
Break him in…. Slowly but surely
Whoa boy (or girl). Take a deep breath, relax and read what I have to say on this matter.
Before wildly embarking on this male chastity adventure it’s necessary for an adjustment period….
…. a physical and emotional one. He needs to be slowly but surely, ‘broken in’.
First, take a little time and make sure you get a good fit, not too tight, not too loose, but just right.
Once that’s done, lock him up for 24 straight hours.
After a day, you’ll both have a good idea as to how things are fitting down there. A little initial discomfort along with some minor pinching is to be expected.
No big deal, at least not for the keyholder anyway.
Any major discomfort can now be dealt with at this time. A larger ring, a different sized spacer, shaving the genitals, applying lotion.
Now go for another 24 hours. If everything is hunky-dory (aside from the minor chafing, pinching, etc.) then it’s time to go for 72 continuous hours (Yes, 3 full days) in lock-down mode.
He will now be getting used to and/or moving beyond any minor discomfort.
He will soon find it more practical to sit down on the toilet and pee like a girl.
He will get used to the feeling of not being able to touch his dick.
He will begin to experience a yearning feeling deep inside his balls (as well as his mind) that comes with sexual denial.
The next phase is to remove the chastity cage, re-shave, re-lube, re-adjust rings and spacers and lock him back up for seven straight days!
This is the phase where any final physical adaptations will take place and more importantly, where the psychological process begins.
This is where the fantasy begins to morph into reality.
He now will be getting what he asked for and begins the transformation from a macho man to a compliant and devoted husband or boyfriend.
Seven continuous days of no whining, complaining or cumming marks the point when your relationship is ready to take on a new level of meaning.
It’s now time to make a very big decision!
Now that he’s adapted, both physically and mentally, to being locked up for seven straight days, he’s proven that he can ‘handle’ things.
The big decision
In order to set the proper ‘tone’ of how the relationship is to eventually evolve, a mandatory (and lengthy) lock-up and denial period will have to be agreed upon and then strictly enforced.
This ‘conditioning phase’ is necessary so that both partners are fully committed to the idea that male chastity is no longer just a fantasy or a mere game, but a lifestyle decision to be taken seriously.
This ‘lock-down’ phase should be anywhere from a month (bare minimum), to a full year. Three months seems to be the ‘sweet spot’ for most couples.
This may sound like ‘harsh’ treatment but is absolutely necessary in order to instill the proper mindset in the male.
This lengthy stretch of total denial will also empower her to be tough-minded during some tough times.
She will also use this time to thoroughly train him to sexually please her without the use of his now caged-up cock.
He will become adept at transmuting his feelings of frustration and denial into the satisfaction of providing for her needs and desires.
During this training period, it’s wise to tease him un-mercifully in conjunction with verbal humiliation and an occasional whipping session, if she’s into that.
Nothing can approach the emotional intensity of her being licked to orgasm-after-orgasm by a locked-up and denied male right after he’s being worked over with a riding crop.
At the end of the ‘conditioning phase’, she will have elevated herself to a position of complete control and power while he will have learned to happily (for the most part) take on the role of a subservient sexual slave.
At the end of this period of lock-down and denial, his input into matters will no longer be necessary.
She may ask for his thoughts, but it’s now all about her! She makes all the rules and he simply answers, “yes Dear”.
His ‘Cumming Out’ Party
He is now perfectly primed and positioned for his first release in quite some time.
It’s been soooo long since he’s experienced an orgasm. Perhaps maybe a wet dream, but that doesn’t really count now, does it?
A firm benchmark has now been established within the relationship.
He’s proven (with her help) that he can endure a long period of sexual denial, all the while attending to her ever escalating sexual desires.
Denying a man while you are free to experience sexual ecstasy is an incredible turn-on and power rush for a woman…
She, on the other hand, has become capable of maintaining a disdainful demeanor to his ‘predicament’ all the while providing him with the necessary ‘guidance’ (which can sometimes be cruel and humiliating) without flinching.
But now that he has ‘paid his penance’ and she had become sufficiently empowered, it is time for her to decide on how his future orgasms will be ‘managed’.
The first area to consider is how often he should be allowed to cum.
Most women opt for a set time interval…. but it should never be more often than every two weeks!
Once per month is better. In my experience, once every two to three months is optimal.
Some keyholder’s choose to keep their men guessing; orgasms are allowed only at her whim, and he never knows when that might be.
That sounds quite cruel but some women get off on the look on a male’s face when she leads him to believe that the time is near, only to change her mind at the very last minute.
This tactic is suitable for women who prefer to emotionally ‘break’ a man down and render him as a mere shell of his former self.
For most women, this is ‘over-the-top’ and they prefer to let their man hold onto a portion of his self-dignity so that he can still function effectively out in the ‘real’ world.
And then there are women who prefer performance based or ‘earned’ orgasms.
An ejaculation can be conditional upon completing chores, performing tasks, maintaining proper behavior standards, losing weight, hers-to-his orgasm ratios (100:1), chastity games, etc.
One important thing to remember; the time between orgasms can always be extended because of ‘bad’ behavior on his part.
Once the woman has established a fair frequency for his orgasms, she must then decide on how he will be achieving these rare ejaculations.
This is where things get incredibly fun but quite spicy and dicey.
We now know the when…. What about the how?
Now it’s time to consider how he will be cumming. This is the fun part, especially for her.
After going through the ‘conditioning phase’ he has had plenty of time away from regular intercourse. If she has a penchant for penetrative sex, a dildo or a strap-on (for him) solves that issue.
She may decide that his days of fucking are over. No big deal for her since she has the options above at her disposal.
Many women choose to deny the male the privilege of traditional intercourse as a matter of principle.
It is quite common for a woman holding the key to insist that any of his orgasms are of the humiliating variety.
I have a friend who handcuffs her husband’s hands behind his back and then just tells him to go for it.
He inevitably winds up humping the hardwood floor in the kitchen, then meekly licks up his mess afterwards.
I’ve heard of one woman who has her man hump one of her girlfriend’s legs while she hurls degrading insults his way.
Other women are particularly amused by, and have become masters of, the ruined orgasm.
One particularly cruel acquaintance of mine insists on performing an emasculating prostrate milking in front of a girlfriend, boyfriend or sometimes both.
I’ve witnessed a pro-domme at a party order a man to polish a pretty girl’s high heeled boot with his cum, followed by his tongue, while she whipped his ass from behind with a riding crop.
My favorite? Instructing him to cum on her ass followed by a thorough tongue clean up. Ummmm.
It can also be exciting to incorporate some sort of ‘dice’ or ‘spin-the-wheel’ type of game, leaving the matter of ‘if he gets to cum’ and the manner in which he does it, up to pure chance.
You’re really only limited by your kinky and perverse imagination.
Now that you’ve both settled in and become comfortable with your personalized version of a male chastity lifestyle, it’s time to reflect on an extremely important matter.
Once everything has been set-up properly within a male chastity lifestyle, everything should now be smooth sailing.
Not So Fast
The reality of enforced male chastity typically does not measure up to the fantasy he once had about it.
The fantasy was much more erotic than the stark reality of constant denial and severely limited orgasms.
Now that he’s securely locked up, with no release on the horizon, second thoughts on this course of events begin to haunt him.
But it’s a completely different story for her!
The reality of male chastity for the woman is much more powerful and fulfilling than the initial fantasy ever was.
At first, it was about his fantasy. Now it’s all about her reality.
Now that she holds the key to his manhood and has the situation well under control, she can’t understand why she was ever hesitant to begin this in the first place.
Sure, she has had to initially expend some major time, energy and effort with all of the rule setting, conditioning, attention to detail, discipline and compliance issues. To be honest, this is no small feat and is not for a weak willed woman!
But she will have emerged from the back-end of this process with superior self-confidence and complete sexual liberation.
He, on the other hand, has relinquished his ability to orgasm, something so importantly powerful that he can’t help but wonder if he has made the right choice.
He will, at some point, inevitably began to start ‘missing’ his frequent orgasms, the ones he had become so addicted to for most of his adult life.
If she acquiesces to this inherent weakness that resides within most all males, the lifestyle that they have expended so much effort to build, will began to fold like a cheap lawn chair.
When the subject rears it’s ugly head, she will need to firmly put her high heeled foot down and say no!
There can be no going back. She is living the perfect, pampered life that she deserves while he, for maybe the first time in his life, has found some real peace, even though it’s of the frustrating variety.
If he continues to complain and have regrets about his situation (the one, by the way, he so desperately lobbied for) she has several options, including but not limited to….
» institute a policy of permanent orgasm denial » increase his chore/work load by 50%
» a severe cock caning or whipping session » make an appointment to have his penis pierced » discontinuance of all male chastity activities » threaten to leave the relationship
Any unreasonable demands on his part should be firmly countered with strict and swift consequences.
It’s really only matter of time when she will need to draw a bold line in the sand and not put up with any questioning of her authority.
Consider this to be an honest and fair representation of possible ‘fall-out’ issues when embarking on a male chastity lifestyle.
Male Chastity is not for every couple…
To successfully incorporate it within a relationship, both partners will need to have the courage to move beyond traditional sexual and romantic roles that are played out by most couples.
Social conditioning, as it pertains to relationships, is powerful stuff and can lead to feelings of guilt, fear and inadequacy where none should ever exist.
Both men and women instinctively know who they are at a ‘gut’ level. Being in tune with that inner knowledge and living your life exactly how you want, results in true happiness and freedom.
If you’re a guy who is sick and tired of being in control all of the time, then maybe it’s time to let go.
If you truly adore a woman and enjoy treating her like a Princess, elevating her pleasure above yours, then go for it.
If you’re a woman who would like to see how it feels to ‘turn the tables’ and be the one who wields the power in a relationship, why not give male chastity a try.
Freeing yourself from all household duties (or just the ones you dislike) while experiencing exquisite sexual ecstasy, precisely the way you want it, when you want it, cannot be adequately expressed in words.
A man that can provide all of that for her, and then some, will evoke emotions that will reverberate all the way down to his inner core.
Training a male to accept his new life of being denied is a fun, frustrating (at times), and extremely rewarding endeavor. You will need to get a chastity device early on in the training process.
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Out at breakfast time with a guy, mid week. Come BC, that does beg a question.You are a smart woman. If it was a woman, you know the assumption. Doesn't the same hold for a man?
Oh thanks for the compliment!
Yes, it's exactly the same, he can have friends he's seen with no matter what gender. He's close to his hotel, got something to do that day, and went for breakfast or a coffee with mentioned 'friend'. Is that weird? Does it mean anything? No matter what gender... making assumptions based on that is childish, immature and something medieval. We can have breakfast with a friend, or someone you have business with, without a chaperone or a chastity belt today.
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When Chastity becomes a part of you
The first time I tried out a chastity cage, I was in college. It had come right after the end of my first relationship. It was a weird and emotional time because I had been dating this really beautiful girl for about 6 months. She was smart, funny, and very beautiful. We were both in our early 20s, and she was excited to "corrupt me" as I was still a virgin.
We had spent a couple months talking about our what our first time was gonna be like and all the different types of role play stuff we'd try afterwards. However, as we got closer to having sex, I began to get very nervous. At some point, I realized I wasn't ready to lose my virginity and asked her if it would be okay if we didn't have sex.
She said no. Sex was too important to a relationship. We broke up.
Soon after the break up, she found a new boyfriend. Taller and more attractive than me. I had felt like I had made the hugest mistake in the world. While she was dating this new guy, I was beginning to discover new parts of the kink world. I had always had a fetish for maid uniforms, but at some-point I discovered maids wearing chastity cages. I was confused but something in me was interested.
I bought a plastic cage, and the first time I tried it on I took it off immediately. Not only was it impossible to easily get on because I kept getting hard, but it felt so damn uncomfortable. How did people enjoy this kinda thing?
I didn't throw out the cage though. Despite being uncomfortable, I kept trying it on for bits of time. I can't say I ever fell in love with it during that time, but I also couldn't stop trying cages on even if for only a few minutes.
I remember also discovering cuckholding around this time and a part of me wanted to drive to my now exs house, confess that breaking up was a mistake, and ask her if I could at least be her and her new boyfriends maid. But, I was much too shy, meek, and confused to do that.
Time past, I got into a new relationship, we lost our virginity to each other. I can't remember if I ever caged myself during that time. I had this misconception that I was a dominate person. When me and her would play around, I'd take the dominate role but always felt lost. Even than, I felt bad she had to settle for what I was packing but she always reassured me she enjoyed it.
At that point in my life, I could stay caged for an hour, two at most. I still thought it was interesting but it was more a curiosity. Why did I like squirting from my cage rather than like how a regular man would? Why did I keep caging myself if I felt frustrated from it?
During the pandemic, I began wearing my cage for extended periods of time. I'd still feel that frustration but it wasn't nearly as intense. The sensation of the cage felt pleasant, and Oing with the cage on felt better than any other way I had before.
One day, while I was putting on the cage, I noticed a difference. I didn't get hard while putting it on. It was at this point, I realized the cage had won over my biology. Before, getting the cage on was a grueling process. I'd have to put on the base ring, wait a few minutes to calm down, and even than getting the cage part on was hard. Yet, that day the cage just went on. There was no fighting it. No difficulty.
From that point on, I felt almost naked without the cage. I could go hours without wearing it, but why would I want? I felt so much less anxious when I was caged. However, wearing the cage also made me want to do other things and so sometimes I'd go a few days without my cage just so I could focus on life. I was mostly self-locked so there wasn't anyone controlling my chastity. I could cage and uncage as I pleased.
With chastity, I think you need the dedication to give yourself time to get used to it, but also have someone your staying caged for. Someone who can give you guidance, reassurance, and some humiliation to keep going.
I already had part of that. It was slow, took years, but eventually I got so used to my cage that taking it off felt wrong. However, I also didn't have a person pushing me to keep it on. Now that I have an owner, I wanna be caged. It's no longer just about the sensation but so I can be the best beta sub for her.
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What would the npmd characters be named in the mlp au? I gotta know
Oh god I'm terrible at pony naming. I just assumed they would have their human names.
Pete: Spruce Spell (Spruce as in Tidy/Smart - Spell as in time interval but also he's magic)
Ruth: Melody Lust
Richie: Cobalt Rich (Cobalt for the color blue)
Steph: ?? Photogenic (This is stupid but I wanted a one-word name and also shes probably always taking selfies soooo)
Max: ?? Hallow Hawk (hallow, like saintly - hawk for nighthawks)
Grace: Grace Chastity
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