All fun n games until diva gotta lock in for a language test that could mark the very beginning of her success story. Hoping that i can post my achievement here once it happens!
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hi nonie i miss u so much!! and also miss ur writing, so if u could write something about switch!jo i would be really happy 💓💓
hi hi n!!!
switch!jo who leans to the subby side more than anything:( but whenever he fucks you his chest feels warmer and his head heats too much sometimes so he cant help ruining you sigh
jo is the type of guy who sometimes doesn't know how to act when he is intimate with you but always looks for ways to please you because you are so precious to him</3
switch!subby jo who does everything your way, gets on his knees whenever you ask him too, his body yet so big against yours, even on his knees his head is at your chest level and he thinks that is the comfiest position ever, having his face buried in your chest while he jerks off, your hands gently drawing small circles on his back, tugging his hair softly from time to time just to get a reaction, loves it when you place your hand on his cheek just because he likes to feel your warmth and when he finishes he is not loud, he tenses and covers the tip of his cock with his big hand to not make a mess and gets shy when you tell him he did so well or just a simple "fuck baby, i bet you made a mess, didn't you?"
but switch!dom jo who doesn't realize how painfully long and big he is and is fascinated by the way you can barely take all of him, isn't necessarily rough or teasing at first but something about the way you melt under his touch, how you try your best to take all of him makes him feel some type of way
dom!jo who is still shy whenever you suck him off, doesn't make eye contact but still pushes your head with both hands as far as possible "take it all please, just this once"
dom!jo who makes you ride him until he is satisfied, doesn't care if your legs are shaking or if you already finished twice all over him, praises you, shyly and gently "its okay baby, i got you, you are doing so well" "you look beautiful just like that", whenever he feels your body is giving up he sits up, hold you against him as close as possible and increases his pace, going so deep, filling you up so good, even after finishing he doesn't let go of you, lets you wrap your arms around him while he is still buried inside of you, takes his time to compose himself and you can still feel him slowly thrusting into you while riding his high
i also cannot stop thinking about the man thats making everyone gay
bf!san x f!reader
content: morning intimacy, clingy!san, munch!san, san loves talking to his girl(not you 1% of the time), oral, fingering, strong armsmsm...
wc: 1.5k
thinking about san...
you hated to be one of those girls, but your boyfriend was heaven.
he feels like his bones were made to accommodate the slope of your hands along his neck and along his mountainous shoulders. you liked stirring swirls with the tips of your acrylics into his messy black hair in the morning.
the sun streams through the half-broken blinds of your apartment, blanketing san in a patterned ray of light. his gentle eyes closed sleepily, practically purring at the feel of your hands and your body warmth beneath him. you lie with your back against the headrest, pillows stuffed beneath your lower back, whilst san lounges comfortably with his head in your lap.
his big, soft hands hold your thighs together like a pillow he fears will iceberg beneath his ear. the comforter is thrown haphazardly over your bed, the fitted sheet lifting off the corners of the mattress. proof of a… busy night.
every time you all but shift beneath him, he grumbles and holds your thighs together. “move again, and i’ll lock your legs together.”
tempting, but you did not need to rile him up this early in the morning. san was much like a cat. cute, fickle. particular.
you wont sit still? he'll do something to help you to relax.
the fingers on your thighs splay wider as if to grab more of your flesh, and he turns his head and begins dusting the tops of your thighs with kisses.
“my sweet, pretty girl.” san murmurs against your skin, a teasing, pouty tone to it. this is how it starts. with buttering you up.
he moves the blanket so his broad shoulders are exposed to the gold morning light, the grey tanktop doing little to hide the proof of his hard work. he can almost feel the way your eyes laser in on his back, and he can't help but smile as his wandering hands move to slip your panties down your legs smoothly. his warm kisses never cease, sensual and promising.
your hands slip away from his hair in surprise, and he nearly throws a fit as he grumbles and grabs your wrists and brings them back to the top of his head. his hands are back on your body in no time, holding both sides of your waist as you might melt through his fingers and massaging your hips with that perfect amount of pressure.
the feeling evokes a content sight out of you, and you find your upper body stretching subconsciously.
“there we go, big stretch, babydoll. good morning to you too,” san teases you with that stomach-flipping grin, and you narrow your eyes to tease him back. he, however, drags his worked, big hands down your waist, along the curve of your hips, back down to your thighs, where he wastes no time in spreading your legs in a way that can only be described as greedily.
“i wanna say good morning to her too…” he growls very quietly under his breath, hastily pushing your thighs back and up against your stomach. “she's always so happy to see me.”
the evidence of “her excitement” is clear: strings of arousal that cling to your lips, spread nice and pretty from the way san holds your legs open. his hands travel along your outer thighs, up your sides, all the while his head lowers between your thighs, eager.
“you were excited first,” you attempt to retort, to resume some semblance of control. you knew you had none; you were so weak for him. and when his heated tongue lay flat against your cunt, and his thumbs pressed into your lower stomach, you had only been proven right.
he squeezed your body like a stress toy, the muscles in his back twitching with every register of your taste. he moaned, so prettily. his mouth moved slowly and deliberately. leisurely, open-mouth kisses. deep, wide licks and hungry swallows. anyone he could tell he was doing it 100% for you would know he was lying if they saw and heard the way san was making out with your pussy.
your head falls back against the headboard, the bones in your legs liquefying as your boyfriend eats breakfast.
“hello, beautiful,” he purrs into a suckling kiss against your clit, and you feel an overwhelming mix of emotions come over you. you grip his hair harder, and he bites his bottom lip with a grin and a laugh as he spits between your pussy lips.
shame, embarrassment, arousal that burned too bright, it ached low in your stomach. you hated it when he talked to your cunt. but the way your stomach tightened in response spoke volumes every time.
when he starts kneading your lower stomach, deep and slow like he was working knots out of you, and gently kitten licking right under your clit, you pull his hair so hard he hisses in pain.
“aww, baby, you’re making this so hard for me.” san pouts and one of his hands lightly smacks your stomach. “i'm tryna keep you clean, but you won't stop dripping all over the sheets, always so messy!”
you sniffle and moan, one of his hands falling away from your waist and slithering between your legs, gathering the stickiness he's pulled out of you all over his middle fingers.
your body twitches at the new touch, and san moans long and low around your clit as he slides his fingers knuckle deep inside you, quick to scrape against that spot, and stars were bursting at the back of your skull.
“d-oh fuck… s-san, mmm…” your words dissolved into mindless, blissful pleasure. a horny smile spreads across your lips as san pushes his fingers deeper into your cunt.
“my gorgeous, sloppy girl.” san slurs against your pussy, his eyebrows furrowing as he eats you like he was imagining it was your lips. his eyes close and his hand squeezes tighter, his thumb presses deeper. his fingers curl harder inside of you, his tongue turns merciless against your clit, and his moans drag feelings out of you that should be illegal.
for some reason, you just could not take it this morning; it all felt so intense for some unknown reason. your hips bucked against his mouth, his fingers repeatedly caught on the ridge inside of you, and your legs began to shake.
san pouts and clicks his tongue out of pity, moving his fingers in deep, wavelike strokes that made your throat feel like somebody was trying to pull it out of you through your stomach. “aww, babydoll, you’re shuddering. it feels so wrong when you cum without me kissing you.”
this is true. he loves to drink your noises when you cum, feel the warmth of your teeth as you shatter on his dick, fingers, abs… etc. he would normally abandon the meal and just finger you until you snap, but, god. he couldn't stay away from your pussy.
warm and sweet and wet. your plush thighs hugging his ears like muffs. your nails against his scalp like a reminder of how he makes you feel. he frowns, like some innocent, wronged cat whose tail you’ve stepped on. but the way his fingers curl and the way he kisses your clit tell different stories.
the hand still holding your waist, and effortlessly your body against the bed, lands another slap against your stomach, and your limbs jerk.
“c’mon, let go, sweet girl. cum. it'll feel so good if you do, and it’ll make me sooo happy,” and he really couldn’t help himself at this point. his lips suction to your clit one last time, pulling away with a wet pop, wasting no time and lifting himself and swallowing your parted lips in a heavy kiss.
his fingers fucked you faster, his thumb moving up to circle your slick clit in place of his unfair mouth. he nibbles your bottom lip with a grin and kisses you so deep with a desire to take you can’t find your breath.
“don't you wanna make me happy, babydoll?” he practically begs into your mouth, and everything inside of you screams to make your heaven of a boyfriend happy. you cum so hard you would’ve thought he was fucking you.
then again, that's how it is with san every single time, and you still haven't gotten tired of it. he just knows what to do, so assertive, so caring, such a man.
coming down from your high, your grip onto his tanktop and bury your face into his neck, huffing and puffing, whining softly as his fingers slowly circle inside of you, working it out as he whispers praises in your ear.
you breathe in the smell of his cologne from the day before, and it makes your stomach tingle. vanilla, whiskey, patchouli, something so intoxicating it's hypnotic. the sun paints his tanned skin a radiant gold, and suddenly you get overwhelmed with the urge to bite him.
you do. he complains with a return bite to your shoulder, and you moan in response. he pauses and licks the bite and smiles, squeezing your waist with anticipation.
you’ve riled him up again.
btw the fragrance im refrencing is nightclubbing by celine. he mentioned he wore it in an interview one time and im a huge fragrance nerd and the notes are so sexy
synopsis: you walk in on your boyfriend pleasuring himself, so you make him realize he needs to follow the rules.
pairing: sub!arno x gn!dom!reader (est. relationship)
warnings: MDNI! handjob; slight humiliation/degradation; dacryphilia; praise; pet names (pretty boy, good boy, baby); overstimulation; orgasm denial
based on this ask <3
wc: 650
You stood over your whining boyfriend with a straight face, arms crossed, seemingly displeased–but on the inside, your heart was racing. Arno squirmed on the bed below you, bare, with his cock in his hand, begging you to take care of his issue.
“Please…” he whined. “Can’t do it like you do.”
“Well, that’s not what you thought ten minutes ago when I wasn’t here,” you replied in an aggravated tone, walking around the edge of the bed.
“Didn’t know when you’d be home. Couldn’t wait,” he exhaled, pathetically humping into his hand.
“Exactly. You’re supposed to wait for me no matter what. So this is what you get.” Arno whined in response, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Hey, it’s not my fault you decided to break the rules.”
“Was thinking of you all day. Just wanted you so badly.”
You leaned in over his face and whispered, “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to touch yourself without my permission. Now you have to finish.”
Arno breathed heavily and tried to focus on his pleasure, sweat mixing with precum as he rubbed his fist over his cock.
“There you go. That’s my good boy,” you purred in his ear. Arno moaned at your praise, his movements speeding up. “You gonna cum from my voice?” Arno nodded fervently. “Aw, how cute.” You smiled as you placed a hand on his sweaty forehead, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Couldn’t make yourself cum, but as soon as I call you my good boy, you’re like putty in my hands.”
Arno nodded again, his thrusts becoming unsteady. “Mhm, I’m your good boy.”
You tsked at him. “You’re so pretty when you’re pathetic.”
Arno’s back arched off the bed as broken moans escaped his throat. Cum shot out of him as his hips struggled to keep up with the waves of pleasure washing over him. You struggled to keep yourself together at the beautiful sight, arousal coating your underwear.
As Arno came down from his high, he hazily opened his eyes to meet yours, and when you saw the sloppy grin on his face, cheeks rosy red, you couldn’t help but pounce on him. Your mouth found his, licking up the sweat that coated his upper lip. Your hands gripped his face as he tried to understand what was happening, head still fuzzy from his orgasm. When his hands finally began to comb through your hair, you wasted no time grabbing his dick. As you began to pump it, you felt Arno whimper against your mouth.
“Wait, ‘m too sensitive!” he whined against you. His cock betrayed his words as it began to harden again.
“You know whining doesn’t work on me, baby. If you want me to stop, you know what to say.” You continued fisting Arno’s cock, and he didn’t say a word, just let out those moans you loved so much as his brow furrowed. His hips bucked into your hand and your mouth latched onto his neck, licking up the sweat that lingered there.
“I can’t,” Arno whined into the air, grabbing onto your shoulders as his eyes squeezed shut.
“Of course you can, baby,” you murmured into him, swiping at his tip. “You’re gonna go all night if I want you to. You look so damn pretty underneath me.” Arno involuntarily thrusted into your hand again as tears began to spill down his cheeks, chest heaving.
“Even prettier when you cry.” You leaned down and kissed away the tears that had fallen on his cheeks, the salty water coating your tongue. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” You asked in a soft tone.
Arno whimpered a small Mhm, and nodded underneath you, gripping your shirt. You slowed your hand down, causing Arno’s eyes to shoot open and stare at you, incredulous.
You looked back at him and smiled. “Oh, baby. You didn’t think you were gonna get away that easily, did you?”
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“If a society puts half its children into short skirts and warns them not to move in ways that reveal their panties, while putting the other half into jeans and overalls and encouraging them to climb trees, play ball, and participate in other vigorous outdoor games; if later, during adolescence, the children who have been wearing trousers are urged to “eat like growing boys,” while the children in skirts are warned to watch their weight and not get fat; if the half in jeans runs around in sneakers or boots, while the half in skirts totters about on spike heels, then these two groups of people will be biologically as well as socially different. Their muscles will be different, as will their reflexes, posture, arms, legs and feet, hand-eye coordination, and so on. Similarly, people who spend eight hours a day in an office working at a typewriter or a visual display terminal will be biologically different from those who work on construction jobs. There is no way to sort the biological and social components that produce these differences. We cannot sort nature from nurture when we confront group differences in societies in which people from different races, classes, and sexes do not have equal access to resources and power, and therefore live in different environments. Sex-typed generalizations, such as that men are heavier, taller, or stronger than women, obscure the diversity among women and among men and the extensive overlaps between them… Most women and men fall within the same range of heights, weights, and strengths, three variables that depend a great deal on how we have grown up and live. We all know that first-generation Americans, on average, are taller than their immigrant parents and that men who do physical labor, on average, are stronger than male college professors. But we forget to look for the obvious reasons for differences when confronted with assertions like ‘Men are stronger than women.’ We should be asking: ‘Which men?’ and ‘What do they do?’ There may be biologically based average differences between women and men, but these are interwoven with a host of social differences from which we cannot disentangle them.”
— Ruth Hubbard, “The Political Nature of ‘Human Nature’“
(via gothhabiba)
Here, have a study (x) showing that mothers underestimate their daughter’s physical capacity from as young as 11 months old (though in reality it’s identical to that of their son’s at the same age). And if you think that parents acting on those expectations won’t alter their children’s development, then I have a sloped bridge to sell you.
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need that veiny hand to choke me even though i'm not into choking. need that handsome veiny hand to pull my hair. how hot it must be to be treated gently by him since he is indeed a gentleman but imagine how hotter he rips or unbuttons your blouse or unclasps your bra using one hand only while he is mad or when he just needs to use you after a tiring day at the studio . need him to edge me using the tip of his nose though idk if it's possible or not but fuck it just abuse my hole
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Warnings: Mature content, dryhumping, making out, coming in pants, breastplay, fem reader, sub fem x dom xinlong, idol xinlong x nonidol reader, reader is the same age as xinlong, mentions of b2p and ald1, minors dni.
word count: 278 of 1.5k
[I am posting this fic in multiple parts because tumblr isn't letting me post the whole fic at once. This is purely fictional and does not resemble the idol at all.]
"You...feel so...so good...ugh fuck..." he lightly cursed in mandarin, both of you getting more aroused by the second. Failing to control your high pitched moans, you leaned down to the crook of his pretty neck and buried your face there as continuous muffled moans escaped you regardless. Those pretty noises were more than enough to push xinlong over the edge. Before you knew it, you felt your stomach tighten and your eyes roll back due to the intense pleasure.
"Longie~ ...I'm gonna..." you gasp out in his ear, unable to form a full sentence due to how good it felt.
"I-I know. It's okay...you can cum." xinlong replied with a trembling voice, proving the intensity of the pleasure he felt as well.
You came with a loud muffled moan against his shoulder; your entire body shuddering with aftershocks of the overwhelming orgasm. Xinlong followed right afterwards, cumming hard in his trousers that were stained with both your releases. He clung to you tightly as both of you caught your breaths. Your vision went dark with how much you felt. You felt so loved. So needed. And you loved that feeling.
"Xinlong-"
"I'm right here. You're safe."
As you both calmed down in a few minutes, the world came back to you as you lifted your head frim the crook of his neck and stared at him. Your handsome boyfriend stared at you lovingly, smiling innocently as if you weren't struggling to catch your breaths minutes earlier. To your surprise, your perfect boyfriend was growing hard under you again, as his eyes darkened. Your "low libido" boyfriend might not have a low libido after all.
That's it guys! I wish I could've posted the whole fic at once instead of posting them like this, but I really hope yall enjoyed reading it. It's only my second fic, and I definitely have room to learn. If you have any requests or suggestions, please let me know!
Warnings: Mature content, dryhumping, making out, coming in pants, breastplay, fem reader, sub fem x dom xinlong, idol xinlong x nonidol reader, reader is the same age as xinlong, mentions of b2p and ald1, minors dni.
word count: 377 of 1.5k
[I am posting this fic in multiple parts because tumblr isn't letting me post the whole fic at once. This is purely fictional and does not resemble the idol at all.]
Your eyes roll back as you feel xinlong taking a nipple in his warm mouth and start swirling his skilled tongue on it. His one hand continued its wonders on your breast, pinching and rubbing on your erect nipple as his hot and wet mouth licked and bit at your other breast. His other hand ended up holding your hands away from your face so that he could witness your reactions to his work. He knew all too well of where you were the most sensitive, and it was no surprise to him when he found out during a previous session that you liked your breasts played with. They had always been quite sensitive, so you liked the thought of your partner playing with them. You had been insecure about their size for a while in the past, but Xinlong debunked that insecurity as soon as you allowed him access to them. He learns quickly. He had been attacking your breasts for the whole month, obsessed with how many sounds he could pull out of you just by a flick of his tongue. As he continued his torture, you kept growing wetter and needier, wanting to feel something more. As you adjusted your position on top of your boyfriend, a tiny groan escaped his throat as you grinded directly on his now very hard cock. He urged you to keep moving, his hands guiding your waist to move back and forth on his bulge. He set a slow and steady pace, mouth and hands playing with your soft breasts as his hips moved to match your rhythm. Heavy gasps now escaped both of your throats, the air growing hotter and the world closing in on you two. As you stared into his eyes, you saw both affection and hunger etched within them. None of you had been very vocal before, but today seemed different. Each drag of your clothed pussy against his bulged seemed to pull out deep moans and groans from him. You were no better as your moans increased with each of his movements on your body. Xinlong was now rocking you back and forth frantically, both hands at your waist; clutching you so tightly as if you might vanish if he loosened his grip.
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