actually need to be groped and fondled and played with while i’m whimpering and blushing. it’s for my own good

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actually need to be groped and fondled and played with while i’m whimpering and blushing. it’s for my own good
have you considered that if you keep talking to me while i'm cumming my go-to fantasy is gonna be sitting on your lap while you hold the vibrator?
which basically means i won't be able to stop thinking about you using your legs to keep mine spread and how you'd toy with my cunt before even considering using the toy. spreading it open, gingerly touching around, rubbing my clit and trying to get me embarrassingly wet with just your fingers.
and then, when you finally decide to use the toy, we talk about mundane stuff. a normal conversation except i'm getting less and less coherent because you keep praising me and i just love your voice so much.
need!!! to make a mess on your lap and for you to keep going until i can't form one single sentence and am completely covered with your marks. teeth, fingers, scratches, hickeys... i want everything <3
I need someone I can purposefully torture. I want to wear a tiny skirt – and panties in their favorite color –, bend over in front of them and move on like nothing happened. To sit on their lap, push my ass against them and pretend I don't know exactly what I'm doing. And to randomly give them my panties while we're in public :(
ao3 announcing they're changing beta to omega for april fools day: funny
ao3 doing that as a precursor to announcing they're getting rid of the beta altogether: really funny
being horny is soo embarrassing. like yeah i cant stay still and im bucking my hips in the air cause i wanna be stuffed full with something 🙄 what about it?
Thinking today of post-The Long Game Shane, who has finally settled into the Centaurs, is playing the best hockey of his *life* (turns out, he was only at like...80% of his full power and once fully unleashed he's literally untouchable???? But this post isn't about that) and finally comfortable unleashing the his full freak on his husband.
Like, they're no longer competing *against* each other, but that doesn't mean they're no longer competing. Shane would rather die, actually. So he starts coming up with little games. Games like:
"Hey Ilya. You get to cum tonight as many times as we get to do a power play together. 😇"
and
"Hey Ilya. Remember that plug you bought me? Well, we're only playing the Metros, so I decided to wear it. If we win, you get to decide when I take it out. 💕"
and
"Okay Ilya, you you're right. No sex during the playoffs is literally impossible to follow-through on." *Pause* "No orgasms unless we win is much easier to enforce."
Ilya is also playing god-tier hockey, out of self-preservation. He is fighting for his LIFE out here.
gonna wear a short skirt with no panties around the house to see how long it takes for u to snap and bend me over the nearest surface
being dominant about consent
“look at me.”
“you don’t get quiet when something’s wrong. you use your words. i need to hear you.”
“does this feel good, sweetheart? tell me.”
“i won’t guess. you’ll guide me. that’s how this works.”
“may i touch you here?”
“if you hesitate, i stop. immediately.”
“i want your yes. not your silence.”
“say it clearly for me. green, yellow, or red.”
“good girl. that’s it. always tell me.”
“you trust me because i make it safe to.”
“i’m in control, but you are never powerless.”
“if it stops being good for you, it stops. no questions. no disappointment.”
“your comfort is not optional.”
“you’re mine to guide, not to harm.”
“now come here. and tell me exactly what you want.”
LAWD HAVE MERCY thats hot
i love being spoiled and treated like a princess, it’s what i deserve.
gf in a skirt, no panties + bf who fingers her in public bc he can't keep his hands off her
Imagine this: Shane and Ilya are on the same team, they are out, their teammates are cool with it, whatever. But the rookies are ... curious. And so they draw straws or they play some kind of little game and whoever loses has to go up to their Actual Captain Ilya Rozanov and Three Times Cup Winner Shane Hollander and ask THE QUESTION.
So this rookie walks up to Shane and Ilya, who are having lunch and talking strategy and he knows: he is going. to. die.
Ilya Rozanov is going to kill him. And then Shane Hollander will kill him again.
But his fellow rookies are giving him thumbs up and egging him on from underneath the table at the other side of the room where they are hiding, and he did lose their stupid game and he can't chicken out now so ...
The two hockey legends look up at him when he approaches. Ilya with a friendly smile, Shane with a questioning frown. The rookie takes a deep breath. "How do you decide who tops?" It comes out in a strangled, weirdly high-pitched voice. He closes his eyes. The question is out. He will die.
No one says a word. He opens his eyes. Ilya is looking at him like this:
Meanwhile Shane is looking at the rookie (but mostly at Ilya) like this:
Ilya (lauging his ass off): Is simple.
Shane (looking like he wants to murder everyone in this room and then himself): Rozanov ...
Ilya: Rock, paper, scissors. If I win, I top. If Hollander wins, he bottoms.
[five minutes later]
Rookie: Wait ...
intense makeout sessions are sometimes better than sex
Maggie Gyllenhaal & James Spader in Secretary (2002)
Has anyone done a hollanov somnophilia fic yet? I’m picturing something where they want to meet up, maybe during the gap between the cottage and tlg, but because of scheduling stuff it just doesn’t make sense. Ilya could get to his place by late that night but Shane’s got something really important in the morning he can’t be sleep deprived for.
Ilya’s like damn, that’s so sad. Half heartedly tries to convince Shane to do it anyway and fuck whatever hockey morning thing it is but is resigning himself because that’s not going to ever work.
Shanes like “um. 🫣🥺🤭 what if you came over anyway.”
Ilya’s like “awww to cuddle? So we still get a little forehead kiss and sleep together for a few hours before you leave?”
Shane’s like “oh. No. Or actually yes that sure.”
Ilya: 🤔🤔😛 ooh you will blow off hockey thing for me?
Shane: wtf no I would NEVER do that you know this
Ilya: …
Shane: …(very red, very awkward)
Ilya:…???
Shane: I need to sleep and be well rested for hockey but what if we still fucked?
Ilya:…????…Time Machine?
Shane: no silly, what if you just fucked me anyway while I was asleep and had your way with my unconscious body and used me like a toy and then I woke up with your cum leaking out of my ass and no memory of how it got there🫣🤭🥰
Ilya: 🫨🤯😵💫🤤
Idk is this anything?? Is this out there yet?
Edit: okay also what if they both end up liking it so much that it becomes a regular thing for them. Ilya, critically, forgets to mention to Shane that this is in fact very kinky and perhaps not the most common thing in the world. Cut to some conversation years later with the centaurs or maybe just chatting with Rose or Hayden after a drink or two and Shane casually mentions that this is a regular part of their sex life. Ilya is making frantic cutting motions across his throat but it’s too late. Shane doesn’t understand why everyone is looking at him like he’s got horns growing out of his head, or pulling him aside to make sure he’s “safe at home”. Ilya’s trying to convince well meaning friends that Shane is actually the world’s biggest freak and this was HIS idea and they really don’t need to be side eyeing him like this. He’s all pissed people are ruining everything by breaking it to Shane that he’s freaky as hell because the just KNOWS it’s going to set them back like six months on his long-term goal of Shane letting him hunt him through the woods like a bear.
“Ilya am I 🥺😭😣 slutty???”
“Noooooo bb you are so normal please put the nipple clamps and the leash back on 🤥😁”
Ilya points out Shane getting hard in the showers then proceeds to jerk off in front of him. "I thought you might chicken out" as if he wasn't losing his mind having an identity crisis in that elevator. Ilya makes fun of Shane for coming quickly his first bj when his time is only like 5 seconds more than Shane's. Ilya makes fun of Shane's sexting as if his loser ass horny texts are any better. "Remember when I made you come hands free" Ilya sweetheart you're lucky Shane was on his hands and knees too busy with his own orgasm to hear your pathetic (affectionate) "oh God, Hollander" right before you came so hard you almost blacked out. "We are not anything" proceeds to freak out the next time he sees him and makes a folder named "boring" of the photos they took as a bit. "Not as person, of course" when he came up with a whole plan to convince him to stay the night, gave him his clothes, made him food, and is looking at him like he hung the moon. "We get together we fuck is simple" cut to him two weeks later confessing his undying love on the phone.
Ilya you're a fucking hypocrite I love you <3
i know that in role model/the long game troy and ilya mostly bond over secretly being nicer and softer and gayer than people realise, BUT i choose to believe that one day (maybe post the stanley cup the centaurs win with the power of friendship) the team all goes out to the club and there’s throwback edm hits playing and troy and ilya’s fuckboy party personas activate like fucking sleeper agents and they have the biggest night of their lives together