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I do love the idea of f/o who gets off on spoiling you x you sending teasing videos or pictures where the evidence of that is on display: touching yourself while wearing jewelry or lingerie they bought you, or trailing your freshly manicured hands down your body because you know it’ll drive them crazy knowing they paid for your nails, too…. Showing them how turned on you get for them and flaunting yourself enjoying the ways they pamper you, too, all because you know it’s so dizzyingly arousing to them.

imagine that, jokingly, you wrap your hand around your f/os throat and threaten them. the last thing you expected when you looked down was the boner they're currently packing.

what's a kink you never thought you'd have until you found the right f/o?

that is actually my main principle of explicit fic is that the personalities stay On during sex.

walking in on your f/o just out of the shower or bath in the early stages of knowing each other and they’ve still got the towel barely covering themselves— hanging dangerously low on their waist, droplets of water tracing their muscles, their skin still flushed from the heat….

f/o who wears a cross, holding it with their teeth so it doesn't bother the sight of you being under them

guy who keeps babbling "i love you i love you i love you" when he spills into you

bonus points if it’s his first time saying it to you too - with it being followed by him whimpering how precious and beautiful you are to him all the while gripping your hips to keep you and him as one

pinning him down and groping and biting him till he’s cumming in his pretty boxers

then there’s f/o who’s constantly bricked up whenever you take care of him

brat tamers are funny wdym you’re turned on by getting ragebaited

brats you aren't safe either you get turned on by someone thinking you're annoying

computa make them think of me every time they cum

there’s something uniquely erotic about your lover dragging their nose across the expanse of your body—their balmy breath warming the arch of your neck and the slope of your shoulder. their spit-slick lips are a hair’s breadth from your tingling flesh, but never touching. the pointed tip of their nose carves a path down down down, nuzzling your softness, ambling along the planes and curves. (to them, your form is a masterpiece that would make even the most talented sculptor weep; they will worship you with due reverence.)

his hand on your hip, your chest pressed against his, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose, the smile on your lips when you saw him, the warmth of your body. he thinks about it all when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom. he must be a pervert, jerking off because of a simple hug, but can you blame him? if you knew what you did to him, you would understand how unfair it is.

I wanna stroke his back and I wanna smooch his neck and lick from his shoulder to his ear and then bite it a little