A place to post my Date Everything X Reader posts and silly little thoughts. No necessarily smut focused but I do post smut so no minors, please. I mainly write dominate/assertive Mc so keep that in mind while requesting. I also do mainly gender neutral Mc but sometimes will do gendered Mc, especially if it's a smut post. You can request whatever gender Mc though.
No but I 100% agree with your post about gender neutral readers not actually written as gender neutral. Some of the fics I've seen still describe readers having female genitalia or wearing typically feminine outfits (and yes I know clothes have no gender but listen), yet they're tagged gender neutral and I feel that puts others out of reading especially if they're not expecting anything gendered. Just because it's in second person doesn't mean that that's an obvious "gender neutral" tag you can slap on your fic and call it a day.
I feel like this same sentiment can be said about the actual player in the game albeit less so since nothing gets descriptive enough to cause any sort of dysphoria, only in intimate scenes do they hint and imply certain things but nothing to any extreme.
All this is to say I completely understand where you're coming from. Also the analogy of imagining a big man as your reader is sound advice, I'm sorry you were lowkey kinda ridiculed for that statement.
Yes I get what you mean by the reader being listed as gender neutral and then being described as having a pussy. Like, you can still label your fic as gender neutral and just write "gender neutral reader. Reader has a pussy." Like that's possible! You can just do that!
I do also get a bit surprised when the GN reader is described as wearing a dress, like you can just write "gender neutral feminine reader". I promise people won't have a problem with that.
(I do have a lot of thoughts of people thinking of gender neutral as being synonymous with androgynous, when that's not really a case. Ideally with a gender neutral fic you can imagine the reader with ANY presentation, masc, fem, or androgynous.
But I've seen people confuse a gender neutral reader with a non binary. Like someone whose non binary can still be feminine or masculine and still be non binary. Their presentation doesn't have to be androgynous.
But a gender neutral reader suggests that they don't really *have* a presentation, it's not described. You can imagine the reader in a sun dress or a suit and textually both interpretations are valid. But. Anyways)
I get what you mean that the player in Date Everything kinda seems feminine leading? Especially with the makeup in the bathroom. Though I think the devs have taken careful consideration in making sure the player has both feminine and masculine interests.
Though I will say that I was a bit surprised how in the sex scenes it seems to suggest that the player is the more passive participant, at least, in some of them.
Like, where's my option to pin Barry to the bed and wreck him, lol?
But seriously, that was something I picked up on. But I think the narrator does a good job in lettering the player interpret how the actual sex happens, so I can still have my headcanons that I'm the one doing the touching/fucking, not them, lol.
I admit the analog of imaging a big man as the reader isn't the *greatest* way to think about how you're writing the reader (but I'm glad you like it!) but more so as a way to think about what roles are you giving the reader and the character in your fic.
Is the reader the one initiating the kiss? Or are they the one being kissed?
Are they the one pushing the character into the bed, or are they the ones being pinned against the bed?
Are they one to get flustered, or are they the confident one?
Do they tease the character, or are they the one getting teased?
Think about that, and figure out if they're the "passive" one, or the more "assistive" one. And then label your fics correctly, *please*.
Like I'm fine with reading a passive reader but I would like to be warned of that ahead of time. Because right now it feels like I'm rolling the dice every time I click on a X reader fic.
I know people like to portray Jon Wick as a switch (and Scandalabra as a bottom) but I don't buy it. I think Jon *talks* a lot of game/tries to act nonchalant. But when you actually kiss him he turns back into the blushing mess.
A tip I like to give writers who struggle to write gender neutral fics (or those who do, because some of them say they write gender neutral fics where there's obviously a specific gender they're focusing on) is to read over their fic and imagine the reader as a 6'4 muscular guy.
Does it make sense for the reader to sit in a character's lap if they're 6'4 and muscular? Does it make sense for them to giggle? For them to blush as much?
If no, then you're not really writing for a gender neutral reader....
I don't mean to be mean, but it can get a little frustrating when it's obvious that a writer is writing with the idea that the reader is a girl, but they think that if they don't describe gentiles or use she/her pronouns than it's gender neutral.
Because that doesn't!
Like, ok, in romance main media it's obvious that girls and guys have certain roles. The girl is more "passive" (they don't buy the love interest flowers, the love interest buys them flowers. The love interest opens the door for them. Or they're the ones initiating kissing/wrapping their hands around their partner/etc.)
For a girl in the relationship to do those things: to be the more flirty one instead of the one being flustered, to initiate intimacy, to have her partner sit in her lap, to open the door for him and pull out his chair, to pay for the date, to have her boyfriend lay on her chest when they cuddle instead of the other way around, to buy him flowers, etc.
That's seen as flipping the script. The girl is seen as "dominant".
And if a guy is more shy than his girl love interest. If he gets flustered easily. If he's the more passive one.
Then we label him as submissive.
(notice how we don't really label guy interests as dominant even if he does these things, and only when he's Very dominant. And we don't really label girl love interests as submissive... But that's a larger issue I have with how romance is often viewed through this heteronormative lense.)
So I guess I just find it a little frustrating when it's very obvious when a reader is written with the ideals/notions/tropes of being the "girl" in a typical guy/girl romance, but the fic is labeled as gender neutral.
Like, I know that non-binary people can be the more "passive" one in a relationship. I know that's the case! But they can also be the more "assertive" one as well, but I don't see the reader portrayed as being the more assistive one in X reader fics (... Only when it's labeled Dom!reader. Or top!reader, for those who confess being a top with being dominant.)
Like I don't care if you like to write the reader as being on the receiving end of affection, that they giggle, that they sit in their partner's laps, that they're the ones who get pursued instead of doing the pursing.
I just wish that was made more obvious in the summary/tags/warnings of the fic (if the reader is taking on the role of the "girl") so I'm not suddenly jump scared by it.
I'm not sure what tags/warnings could be used to signify this, but I've personally been toying around with the idea of tagging the reader as "passive" if they're the one being "pursued" (the get flustered easily, they're the one got gets kissed instead of doing the kissing, they're the ones who sit on the love interest's lap, they're the ones laying on their chest, etc).
And "assertive" if they're the ones getting the character flustered, kissing them, has the character sit in their lap, etc.
...I feel like I didn't explain my points as well as I could have, now that I'm reading this over in the morning...
The point of "imagine a big guy" wasn't to say that big guys *can't* giggle or be fawned over, but more so that big guys aren't typically *written* that role in romance media.
Yes, bigger guys can giggle and be fawned over. The issue is not that it's impossible for guys to be fawned over, or take on the more "passive" role in dating.
I more so mean in the romance genre girls and guys often take on certain "roles" (in real life that isn't always the case, because real people aren't characters. Though some people might like to take on more "traditional" roles; the man is expected to pay for dinner. Though in the modern day less and less people are reinacting those traditional roles)
I've watched a good amount of romance media, whether that be American romcom movies, or Japanese romance anime. Or read manga romances.
And it doesn't take long to notice that the girl and guy take on specific "roles" in the relationship, like, a guy love interest will be expected to "act a certain way", and the girl love interest will be expected to "act a certain way."
Think of it like this, have you ever seen the following tropes in romance media:
1) the guy does a "big spectacle" at the end of the movie. For example, he runs to the airport and confesses his feelings.
2) the guy gives the girl his jacket if the girl is cold.
3) the guy protects the girl: it can vary who he's protecting her friend, it might be from bullies, or perhaps the danger is more imagined, and the guy is simply jealous of another guy character getting close to the girl character. The method of this protection is usually physical, either beating up the characters when the girl character isn't around, or threatening the other characters, or physically grabbing the girl character and leaving with her.
4) the guy character usually is the one initiating intimacy/physically touch. He might pat the love interest's head. Or do the classic Kabedon (Wall Slam), or giving her a piggy back ride.
5) physical protecting her: not from people this time, but more so from dangers around her. He might insist to be the one who walks closer to the road on sidewalks. Or he might stand behind her on a train to shield her from strangers.
These are just some examples, but girl characters don't typically do these for their guy love interests.
Like, it's not really common for girl characters in romance media to chase after the guy character at the end of the movie and make some grand declaration of love.
Or for her to give the guy character her jacket. Or for her to physically beat up the guy character's bullies. Or be the one initiating intimacy/physically touch (it's usually more common for the girl character to get more flustered when the guy touches her.). Or insisting that she walks closer to the road to protect him.
While media does exist where the roles are reversed, it's usually seen as something subversive.
The "giggle" thing is not meant to say that guys can't giggle, but more so that the language to describe what girl verses guy characters are different.
Like, it's kind of obvious when you read a lot of female!reader X male!interest, but their actions are described *differently*.
Girls "giggle" while guys "chuckle". Girls "smile/beam" while guys "grin". Girls "skip" while guys "stride" or "lean". Girls "peek through lashes" at him, while guys "pats her head". Girls "stammer", guys "mutters/grunts". Girls "bits lip", guys "tenses his jaw".
Like the tropes, girls and guy characters are usually written a specific way. They may do the same things, like laugh, but the words that are chosen to describe those things are usually different ("giggle" vs "laugh").
So, while in real life girls and guys aren't bound by these notions (guys can be fawned over, they can gets flustered easily, they can giggle and sit in their girlfriend's lap), in romance media guys and girls are usually portrayed a certain way.
So sometimes it can be obvious that a writer is writing from the perspective of the reader being the "girl" character in their writing.
(They're on the receiving end of physical affection, they're the ones who gets flustered by the guy character, they sit on the guy's lap, the guy character "protects" them, they're described doing actions differently than the guys.)
So it's not that certain genders can only do certain things, but that in romance media there's roles/tropes girl and guy characters fall into. And it can get obvious if a writer is writing with the ideal that the reader falls into the "girl" character.
Which, is, again, fine! It's fine if you want the reader to take on qualities/tropes of the girl love interest, if that's the role you want to protray/be! If that wasn't the case then I promise you that otome games wouldn't be nearly as popular as are.
A tip I like to give writers who struggle to write gender neutral fics (or those who do, because some of them say they write gender neutral fics where there's obviously a specific gender they're focusing on) is to read over their fic and imagine the reader as a 6'4 muscular guy.
Does it make sense for the reader to sit in a character's lap if they're 6'4 and muscular? Does it make sense for them to giggle? For them to blush as much?
If no, then you're not really writing for a gender neutral reader....
I don't mean to be mean, but it can get a little frustrating when it's obvious that a writer is writing with the idea that the reader is a girl, but they think that if they don't describe gentiles or use she/her pronouns than it's gender neutral.
Because that doesn't!
Like, ok, in romance main media it's obvious that girls and guys have certain roles. The girl is more "passive" (they don't buy the love interest flowers, the love interest buys them flowers. The love interest opens the door for them. Or they're the ones initiating kissing/wrapping their hands around their partner/etc.)
For a girl in the relationship to do those things: to be the more flirty one instead of the one being flustered, to initiate intimacy, to have her partner sit in her lap, to open the door for him and pull out his chair, to pay for the date, to have her boyfriend lay on her chest when they cuddle instead of the other way around, to buy him flowers, etc.
That's seen as flipping the script. The girl is seen as "dominant".
And if a guy is more shy than his girl love interest. If he gets flustered easily. If he's the more passive one.
Then we label him as submissive.
(notice how we don't really label guy interests as dominant even if he does these things, and only when he's Very dominant. And we don't really label girl love interests as submissive... But that's a larger issue I have with how romance is often viewed through this heteronormative lense.)
So I guess I just find it a little frustrating when it's very obvious when a reader is written with the ideals/notions/tropes of being the "girl" in a typical guy/girl romance, but the fic is labeled as gender neutral.
Like, I know that non-binary people can be the more "passive" one in a relationship. I know that's the case! But they can also be the more "assertive" one as well, but I don't see the reader portrayed as being the more assistive one in X reader fics (... Only when it's labeled Dom!reader. Or top!reader, for those who confess being a top with being dominant.)
Like I don't care if you like to write the reader as being on the receiving end of affection, that they giggle, that they sit in their partner's laps, that they're the ones who get pursued instead of doing the pursing.
I just wish that was made more obvious in the summary/tags/warnings of the fic (if the reader is taking on the role of the "girl") so I'm not suddenly jump scared by it.
I'm not sure what tags/warnings could be used to signify this, but I've personally been toying around with the idea of tagging the reader as "passive" if they're the one being "pursued" (the get flustered easily, they're the one got gets kissed instead of doing the kissing, they're the ones who sit on the love interest's lap, they're the ones laying on their chest, etc).
And "assertive" if they're the ones getting the character flustered, kissing them, has the character sit in their lap, etc.
Description: So many makeup products are labeled as waterproof, but how waterproof are they really? You and Barry want to put that to the test. And put that to the test that obviously means tying Barry to the headboard and overstimulating him with a vibrator.
Pairings: Barry Styles x Reader
Warnings/tags: Barry is described as having a dick and a prostrate. You penetrate Barry with a vibrator dildo. You perform oral on Barry. Reader is gender neutral, no genital is described for the reader. Reader does not get off. Overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Dom!Reader.
Wordcount: 2,800
In the soft light of the room Barry lounges across your bed, pink hair tousled against your pillowcase. He’s only in his boxers, as per your request. His makeup (impeccable as always) is fresh on his face, ready for your best attempt at ruining. He looks up at you, a playful confidence in his eyes as he flutters his eyelashes though half lidded eyes.
“So, darling,” he begins, grin wide and face slightly flushed.
“Do you really think we’re ready to try all this?” He asks as he gestures over to the mess of beauty products on your nightstand, his fingers ghosting over a tube of waterproof mascara.
“Every. Single. One.” You insist, tone firm but laced with amusement.
In your hands you hold a soft silk rope; you want Barry still for what you’re planning on doing to him. “You’re going to help me figure out which ones can handle… extreme conditions.”
Barry’s eyes widen slightly, a flicker of nervous excitement dashes across his face.
“Oh, hun, you’re serious.” He laughs, but it’s breathy, his cheeks flushing beneath the expertly applied blush. “I mean, I am down for anything! Well, anything but sleeping in makeup, or overdrawing my brows without blending..."
Barry trails off, his mind no doubt spinning with everything you’re not supposed to in makeup. You smile down at him, he really was the cutest when he’s thinking. But you have a Mission, so after clearing your throat, Barry snaps back into the present with a sheepish grin.
“But, anyways,” he brightly begins, “I’m down to try anything in the bedroom! Well, I’m down to try this. But, um.... Are you sure you want to see me cry? It’s not exactly my best look.
You step closer, dragging the rope along the edge of the end.
"I'm certain. And I think you'll look absolutely stunning, no matter what." You stoop down, lips against his ear as you whisper, "And I’m sure you’ll look even more stunning babbling with mascara running down your cheeks, so fucked out you can’t even speak."
Barry swallows. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens, nor can he stop himself from shivering at your words. His pink face gets even pinker as he slowly nods.
“Alright, alright,” he mumbles. “Just… be gentle with me, please?”
“Gentle?” You echo as you loop the rope around his wrists with a grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”
He laughs, sort of. It’s barely out of his mouth before it turns into a gasp as you pull the knot tight, forcing his arms above his head. You make sure that the knot is firm enough that he’s not going anywhere, no matter how much he squirms, thrashes, or pulls.
"You're such a tease," he pouts, voice slightly trembling.
“And you love it,” you shoot back as your hand runs down his side, admiring the way his muscles tenses under your touch, as if begging for more.
You grab for the first item on your nightstand; a vibrating wand, one that always made the most pretty moans and gasps tumble out of Barry’s lips.
Flicking it on (low, for now) a soft hum fills the room as Barry’s eyes lock onto it, his breath hitching. He may not remember exactly when you used the toy on him, but he remembers how quickly and easily it can bring him to overstimulated tears.
“Oh, darling, you’re not wasting any time, are you?” He tries to sound casual, but the way his hips shift betrays his eagerness.
"Not a second," you sing song back to him as you stroke the vibrator along the inside of his thigh. His body tenses at the touch, a soft moan slipping from his lips like a sigh of surrender. You trace patterns along his skin with the toy, mesmerized by the way he tenses and squirms with every brush.
You drag the buzzing toy upwards until it’s ghosting over the fabric of his boxers. His cock already hard and dripping, A faint sheen of precum glistens where it has begun to seep through the fabric.
“Look at you”, you breathe, drinking in the sight of him spread before you; the flush creeping up his neck, the way his pulse jumps at your touch.
“So stunning”, you whisper, nipping gently at his earlobe. A full-body shudder runs through him, his hands lightly tug at the rope. “Perfect in every way.”
“I-I’m not sure I’m perfect in every way. I mean, I could probably try ha-harder to remember appointments.” Barry stutters out, face painted the most perfect shade of pink.
You lean up and gently cup his face in your hands, your eyes locking onto his.
“Perfect in every way, baby. I mean it. You could miss every date, every event, every anniversary and you would still be completely and utterly perfect.” Your tone is firm, unyielding, as if you can force the words into his brain so he’ll accept them.
"Believe me when I say you're flawless," you murmur, tracing the delicate shell of his ear. His pulse jumps under your fingertips, a telltale flutter. Those honeyed lashes lower shyly, but you catch the way his lips part, the barest hint of a smile playing at their corners.
"Darling, you're going to make me blush," he whispers, tilting into your touch. With infinite tenderness, you cradle his cheek, thumb brushing over the flush staining his skin.
"Good," you murmur, leaning in until your lips graze his ear. "All flushed and trembling for me."
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, hips giving the smallest twitch toward your touch. "P-please..." The plea comes out barely audible.
"Easy, Barry," You nip at his earlobe, one hand sliding down to brush against his chest. “We’re just getting started.”
"Fuck. You're going to be the death of me, hun," he breathes, the words dissolving into a shuddery sigh as his head sinks deeper into the pillows. His usually cylindrical hair has gone wild, fanning around him like a halo.
You can’t help but admire how stunning he looks, how vulnerable.
Setting the wand aside you reach for a bottle of lube.
“Not yet,” you say, pouring a generous amount onto your fingers. “But I’m not done with you either.” You slide your hand under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly, teasingly. He whimpers, his hips twitching as you work him with practiced ease.
“Darling,” he gasps, voice breaking. “Please…”
“Please what?” You hum against his feverish skin, nipping lightly at the frantic pulse point. “What does my perfect boy need?”
“I…. I don’t know,” he admits, voice trembling. “I, just. I need more.”
You smile, pressing a kiss to his neck before moving lower, trailing your lips down his chest until you reach the waistband of his boxers. You hook your fingers under the fabric and pull them down, freeing his cock and letting it spring up against his stomach. He’s already leaking precum, and you’re unable to resist licking a stripe up the length of him, savoring the taste.
"Look at you," you breathe reverently, swirling your tongue around the swollen crown. Salty sweet precum floods your senses, addictive and electric.
Your name spills from his lips like a prayer as you swallow him whole, taking him to the hilt. His thighs tremble, restraints creaking as he fights the urge to buck into your eager mouth.
"Fuck, darling, your m–mouth, it’s so good." he whines, voice cracking. “I think I’m going to– darling I’m gonna come.”
You pull off with a wet pop, leaving him gasping and trembling on the bed.
“Not yet,” you say as you reach for the wand again. “We’re not done testing.”
Barry whines, his lashes flutter shut as you press the vibrating toy against his weeping crown, his entire body bowing upward with a sharp cry.
"F-fuck!" The word tears from his throat, raw and desperate, his hips stuttering as electric pleasure zings through him.
You hold steady, watching his flushed chest heave, sweat-damp strains of hair clinging to his forehead as he writhes beneath you. Each broken moan that falls from his kiss-swollen lips sends fresh heat pooling between your thighs.
"Shhh, easy now," you coo, dragging the buzzing head slowly downward. His abs contract violently, thighs quivering as you trace the pulsing vein along his shaft. "Let me hear you fall apart."
“Oh god, oh god,” he babbles, his head thrashing from side to side. “That’s–that’s too much, darling. Too much!”
“Too much?” you teased, moving the vibrator in slow circles, each pass drawing another desperate sound from him.
But when his eyes start to flutter and you pull the wand away (you don’t want him to cry too early and call an end to this experiment too soon), watching as he sags back against the bed, his chest heaving. His eyeliner is still perfect, but there's a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Please,” he begs, tears welling up in his eyes. “Please let me come.”
You lean down, brushing your lips against his ear. “Not yet,” you whisper. “Just a little longer.”
He sobs, his body shaking as you torment him with the wand, pushing him past reason. His eyeliner is still holding up surprisingly well, but there are tears streaming down his cheeks now, smudging his mascara ever so slightly. You can feel him trembling beneath you, his cock twitching as he fights to hold back.
Please," he chokes out, voice raw and wrecked. "Can't–can't take anymore–"
Your smirk feels feral as you finally relent, replacing the toy with your fist. Three brutal pumps later, he's coming undone with a shattered scream, painting both your hands in hot stripes. His spine bows almost painfully as the orgasm rips through him, back arched clear off the sheets. When he collapses bonelessly against the mattress, chest heaving, his ruined eye makeup only makes him look wilder, more untamed.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to his lips. “How’s the makeup holding up?” you ask with a smirk.
Barry laughs weakly, voice hoarse. “You’re a menace, darling.”
Grinning you reach for the lube again, this time covering your fingers with it. “Good. Because we’re not done yet.”
“Oh no,” he whispers, though the way he spreads his legs tells a different story. “You’re really going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
Your smirk widens at his breathless question, fingers slipping between his cheeks. "Ruin you?" You circle his fluttering rim, feeling him tense and melt in equal measure. "Sweetheart, I haven't even started."
A single digit breaches him, and his answering moan vibrates through your bones. "Darling–ah! F-fuck!" His hands pull fruitlessly against their bindings.
"That's it," you croon, working him open with slow, torturous twists. "Take what you need."
His walls spasm around you, hot and tight, as if begging for more. And God, you'll give it to him.
One finger quickly becomes two as you’re unable to stop you’re from spoiling Barry with pleasure. As you spread your digits his walls clamp down tight, a velvet vice grip that has you biting back a groan.
"Shit, you take me so well," you rasp, crooking your fingers just so. His back arches clear off the bed, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. "Like you were made for this."
“Fuck,” he moans, head falling back against the pillows. “That feels… so good.”
“Good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to.” You promise.
Barry’s response is a broken whimper as you continue to stretch him open, your fingers moving with practiced precision. His cock twitches against his stomach, already hardening again despite the overstimulation. You can see the conflict in his eyes, the desire for more battling with the overwhelming intensity of it all.
“Please,” he finally gasps, his voice trembling. “Please, I need–I need more.”
“More?” you repeat, withdrawing your fingers and reaching for a dildo vibrator this time. “Are you sure?”
"Y–yes, more, please! I can take it." His chest heaves with shallow breaths, pupils blown wide with desperate need. You trace the vibrating toy along his quivering slit, teasing without mercy.
A high-pitched whine escapes his lips as you position the vibrator at his entrance, pressing it against him until he’s squirming with need.
"Such a good boy, begging so sweetly. Gonna make you feel so good," you promise, voice rough with want. Slowly, torturously, you breach him inch by delicious inch. His hoarse cry echoes off the bedroom walls, back arching beautifully as vibrations ignite every nerve ending.
"Christ, look at you," you rasp, drinking in the sight of him spread before you; cheeks flushed, cock weeping pathetically onto his stomach. "Take it all, sweetheart."
“Oh god,” he moans as his hands desperately grip the ropes above his head. “It’s so much–it’s too much, but… but I don’t want it to stop.”
With a grin you dive into his mouth with ruthless hunger, swallowing every cry and whimper Barry struggles to make. Mercilessly you click the vibrator up a few notches, smirking as you consume the desperate gasp you get in response.
You know your hand is going to be sore tomorrow, but right now you don’t care, you swiftly thrust the vibrating dildo in and out of his hole, slamming against his prostate with every push forward.
Before Barry can even comprehend what’s happening, another earth-shattering orgasm crashes over him, tearing a guttural moan from his throat. His back bows sharply, wrists pulling against the silk harshly, his muscles pulled taut as a bowstring before slowly easing back down.
You leave the vibrator in as Barry comes down his orgasm, only removing it when he’s reduced to boneless whimpers, slowly withdrawing it from his quivering hole. His eyelids flutter weakly, coated in smudged mascara that frames his glassy, unfocused gaze.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” you praise softly as you gently caress his flushed cheek.
A few strands of damp, bubblegum-pink hair cling to his forehead and you tenderly brush them aside, marveling at the debauched picture he makes; tear-tracked face, kiss-swollen lips, chest heaving with exertion. “Just a bit more.”
Barry whimpers, his body still twitching from the last orgasm. “I can’t–I can’t–”
“Yes, you can, baby. Just one more, alright? Just one more little orgasm and then we can cuddle.” You soothe, softly rubbing his jaw.
Barry takes a few steadying breaths, and you prepare for any answer. A no and you reach up and untie him, a yes and…. Your hand shifts towards the vibrating wand.
“Alright, darling. Just one more.” Barry breathes, a lopsided grin spreading across his face.
Your smile must be something wicked because Barry shivers as you rise the vibrating wand once more and click it on.
You press it against his cock once again, and Barry sobs. His cock twitches helplessly, oversensitive and raw, but you don’t let up. You move the vibrator back up to the tip of his cock, watching as he thrashed against the restraints, his cries growing more desperate with each passing second.
“Please,” he begs, his voice hoarse. “Please, darling–I– too much–I can’t.”
You can’t tell what he’s begging for, but you doubt he knows either. You can see the way his body responds to your words; the way he arches into the touch, even as he begs for mercy. Despite his weak protests, his body betrays him, hips twitching needily, cock still semi-erect and glistening with evidence of his repeated climaxes.
Lowering the buzzing toy, you press its pulsing surface firmly against the delicate skin of his balls. A raw primal groan rips from his throat as his body thrashes, his cock jerks and pulses as he babbles incoherently.
This time when he comes it’s completely dry.
His makeup is completely ruined now, streaks of black mascara running down his cheeks, but he looked more beautiful than ever, raw and real and completely undone. His entire world has narrowed down to the sensations coursing through him, to the way you controlled every inch of his pleasure.
“There you go.” You murmur as you turn off the vibrator and set it aside, this time for the final time this night.
Reaching up you free Barry’s wrists and pull him into his arms as he continues to quietly sob, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm.
“You’re okay,” you whisper, stroking his hair gently. “You did so well, Barry.”
He looks up at you, his eyes red and puffy but still stunningly beautiful. “That… that was amazing,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “But… I think my makeup might need a touch-up.”
You laugh softly, kissing his forehead. “Don’t worry, darling. We’ll fix it. But first, let’s just relax for a moment.”
Barry hums against your chest, his eyes fluttering close as his arms shakily wraps around your back.
That was one mascara who proved not to be as waterproof as the packaging claimed, now you just have… how many more to go.
I'm still very busy with artfight, but I have an idea for a fic I REALLY wanna do...
Basically, yall know how Parker loves rules? How he doesn't feel like there's enough rules in life?
Well, you know what kind of lifestyle has a lot of rules and expected punishments for breaking a rule?
.... 24 dom/sub relationships, that's what.
Like I can just picture Parker stumbling upon this lifestyle and immediately being like "YES. YES I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE."
So he comes to you and basically asks you to do your dom. And while i imagine that the reader is very familiar with doming, and maybe even practiced a bit of 24 d/s in the past.
They're a bit hesitant to do it with Parker since it's a very big jump from "kinky couple who sometimes plays with dominance and submission in the bedroom" to a 24 hour type of deal.
But Parker is insistent that he's down, that he really wants you to dom him, and that he really wants rules.
So you agree to start slow, with just a few rules (having a bedtime, having a rule that he has to text you a photo of his meals every time he eats, on weekend dates you pick out what he's going to wear, that sort of thing), with some light punishments if he were to break a rule.
And one night he gets into bed at 10:34 PM instead of 10:30 PM (which was really your fault, as during your nightly shower with him you couldn't help but tease him and admire how his blush spreads across his body).
You said that it was alright, that it was only a few mintues after, and that it was your fault anyway.
But Parker is insistent. You have rules for a REASON. And he BROKE one of them. Now he needs to get punished.
So you give him a spanking...
... and I have to stop thinking about this fic idea or I WILL write it lol. (I'll probably start planning this out when I finish the Barry fic I'm currently working on. I will also need to look a bit more into d/s 24 hour relationships, because while I know the basics I want to get a little more into specifics.)
Date everything ending spoilers (after you realize everyone)
It's really funny to me how most of characters have different outfits in their ending artwork.
It kinda implies to me that they went out into the world wearing their realized outfits, and enough people were like "what the hell are you wearing" that they changed.
Like, I do think that a lot of characters' realized outfits are more in line with current fashion than their object outfits, a LOT of them are still things I can't see an actual person wearing, lol.
So. I have successfully romanced Timothy. Cute catboy who's a little bossy but cares about his schedule, yeah?
And then I heard about Timmy.
I. Just.
I didn't even know he existed?? Y'all I am 50 hours into this game and I never met Timmy. I thought hanging around Timothy when he doesn't want you there would make him hate you. Not....
Turn into even more of a catboy??
I was so confused when I first heard Timmy in a Date Everything YouTube video because I already completed Timothy's love route and didn't meet him.
Only to watch a YouTube video of Timmy and actually meet him...
You know, this game has a lot of characters that have two different personas...
There's Timmy and Timothy. Dirk and Clarence. Luna and Selene.
.... Am I missing anyone else?
But, yeah, it's kind of weird that there's so many characters with alter egos, lol.
A repost of the transfem x reader post I just did, this time Fantina's private parts are referred to as "clit", but she is still transfem.
Warnings/tags: assistive reader, reader is gender neutral and none of their private parts is described. Fantina is transfem and her private parts are described as "cock". Reader gives oral to Fantina. Traces of body worship on Fantina's end.
Word count: 1,300
You’re sprawled against your bedsheets, the air thick with anticipation, when Fantina steps towards you.
You’re sprawled out against your bedsheets. Fantina stands in the bathroom door, her eyes shooting around your bedroom, taking in every inch as if she’s at the royal palace and not your sparse room.
She hasn’t stepped inside yet, as if she can’t quite believe that you agreed to do this (even though you were the one who offered).
“Come in, Fantina. I won’t bite, well, unless you want me to.” You say it like a tease, but the way she looks at you like she would love nothing more to get bitten by you makes you wonder if she would proudly show off the bite marks to everyone she knows.
Thankfully she finally steps inside your room, somehow both giddy and disbelieving. She stops right in front of your bed, and you rise up to meet her. Your smile both sly but encouraging.
“I’ve thought about this moment for so long… to finally be here with you.” Her hands hover near your shoulders, hesitant, like she’s afraid you might vanish if she touches you.
“Can I… I mean, would it be alright…” He trails off, and for once it actually seems like Fantina is speechless.
You give her a grin in return, the idea of inviting her to bed but not allowing her to touch you is a bit funny. Though you don’t laugh at her; you’re worried she might not take it so well.
“You can touch me, darling.” You drawl out, taking her hand in yours and bringing it up to your cheek.
You give it a little kiss, and worry for a moment that Fantina is going to faint, but she steadies herself. Her touch is feather-light at first, almost teasing if it wasn’t for the look of worship she wears.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know” she confuses in a low voice full of reverence.
Her chest rises and falls with each breath, eyes dark with need as she drinks you in like you’re ambrosia, and her, a mere mortal.
“Fantina,” You start, but she cuts you off with a soft shake of her head.
“No,” she says, her voice firm but gentle. “Let me… let me just look at you for a moment. Please.”
You nod, feeling a flush of heat spread through your body as her eyes roam over you, taking in every detail. Her gaze lingers on your lips, then travels down to your neck, your chest, your hips, and back up again. It’s as if she’s memorizing every inch of you, committing you to memory.
“You’re even more amazing than I imagined,” she murmurs, her voice full with awe. “I can’t believe I’m here with you. That I get to touch you.”
You can’t take it anymore. You close the distance between you, your hand sliding around the back of her neck, pulling her into you. Her lips part in surprise, but she doesn’t resist. Instead, she melts into you, her body pressing against yours as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her hands finally found their courage, gripping your shoulders like she’s afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
Her kiss is tentative at first, almost shy, but when you deepen it, she moans softly into your mouth, her body arching into yours. You can feel the heat radiating from her, the way her hips presses against you, the way her breath quickens as your tongue slid against hers. She’s desperate, and it only makes you want her more.
You break the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Her cheeks flush, and she lets out a shaky laugh, her fingers tangling in your hair. “You’re teasing me,” she pouts, but there’s no mistaking the way her body responds to your words, the way her hips rocks against yours, seeking friction.
“I’m not,” you tease, voice low and firm. Your hands slide down her back, gripping her waist as you pull her even closer. “I’ve wanted this for a long time too.”
Her breath hitches again, and she looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Then take me,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”
Your hands move to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, flawless skin. She shivers as the cool air hits her, and you swear you feel her shift to press her body harder against your fingertips.
Her body is breathtaking, every curve, every line, every inch of her is perfect. Your eyes are locked onto her as your hands roam over her skin, exploring every detail.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire. Your fingers trace the curve of her hip, then slide lower, brushing against the edge of her wants. A wet patch has already formed, and you can’t help but grin to yourself.
She gasps, her hips jerking forward, desperately seeking more of your touch.
“Please,” she begs again, her voice breaking. “I need you.”
You don’t make her wait. Your fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her underwear, letting them fall to the floor. She steps out of them, her body trembling with anticipation. You can see how much she wants this, how much she needs it. Her arousal is evident, her clit dripping with arousal.
You guide her back onto the bed, this time she lays against the sheets as you pin her down. She lets you lie her against the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches you with wide, hungry eyes.
Your body hovers over hers as you kiss her again, deep and slow. Her hands roam over your back, pulling you closer, her nails digging into your skin as if she can’t get enough of you.
Your lips trail down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as she moans beneath you. Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you close as you move lower, kissing and licking your way down her body. When your lips finally reach her clit, she let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking up to meet you.
“Someone’s needy.” You tease as your hands pin down her hips.
“S–sorry,” she stutters out. “I, just, I need this, I need you.”
“You have me, baby, you just need to sit still and be good and you can have even more of me.”
With rapid nods Fantina obeys, stilling herself as her head falls against the pillows, but her eyes never leave you.
Now with her being good your tongue slid against her, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. She cries out, her hands gripping the sheets as her body writhes beneath you. You can feel her trembling, can hear the way her breath hitches with every stroke of your tongue. She is close, so close, and you aren’t going to let her wait any longer.
Your fingers join your tongue, sliding against her as you continue to lick and suck at her clit. She screams your name, her body arching off the bed as she comes undone beneath you. Her thighs clamp around your head, holding you in place as she rides out the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
When she finally collapses back onto the bed, panting and trembling, you crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply. She tastes like herself, sweet and intoxicating, and you can’t get enough of her.
She’s positively giddy as she comes down, and you can’t help but smile.
“I can’t believe that just happened. That you just did that to me.” She gushes breathlessly, and you swear her irises have gone heart shaped.
“Believe it, baby. And there’s a whole lot more I would love to do to you, if you let me.” You say, climbing on top of her as you pin her wrists down.
She looks up at you like you’re the sun, and that just makes you want to ruin her more.
Hello can I request transfemale Fantina x Gn or Fem reader with some smut , her being really need and desperate for your touch
Yes!! Yes you can!! Gosh I love Fantina so much! And transfem Fantina is amazing!!
I wrote this in the middle of doing attacks for Artfight, lol. I tried to make Fantina needy/desperate, but Idk how well I pulled that off....
Still, I hope you like what I wrote!
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Warnings/tags: assistive reader, reader is gender neutral and none of their private parts is described. Fantina is transfem and her private parts are described as "cock". Reader gives oral to Fantina. Traces of body worship on Fantina's end.
Word count: 1,300
Author's notes: it's been a bit since I've written smut... I feel like I've forgotten how to write endings, lol. Sorry if it seems like it randomly ends!
You’re sprawled against your bedsheets, the air thick with anticipation, when Fantina steps towards you.
You’re sprawled out against your bedsheets. Fantina stands in the bathroom door, her eyes shooting around your bedroom, taking in every inch as if she’s at the royal palace and not your sparse room.
She hasn’t stepped inside yet, as if she can’t quite believe that you agreed to do this (even though you were the one who offered).
“Come in, Fantina. I won’t bite, well, unless you want me to.” You say it like a tease, but the way she looks at you like she would love nothing more to get bitten by you makes you wonder if she would proudly show off the bite marks to everyone she knows.
Thankfully she finally steps inside your room, somehow both giddy and disbelieving. She stops right in front of your bed, and you rise up to meet her. Your smile both sly but encouraging.
“I’ve thought about this moment for so long… to finally be here with you.” Her hands hover near your shoulders, hesitant, like she’s afraid you might vanish if she touches you.
“Can I… I mean, would it be alright…” He trails off, and for once it actually seems like Fantina is speechless.
You give her a grin in return, the idea of inviting her to bed but not allowing her to touch you is a bit funny. Though you don’t laugh at her; you’re worried she might not take it so well.
“You can touch me, darling.” You drawl out, taking her hand in yours and bringing it up to your cheek.
You give it a little kiss, and worry for a moment that Fantina is going to faint, but she steadies herself. Her touch is feather-light at first, almost teasing if it wasn’t for the look of worship she wears.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know” she confuses in a low voice full of reverence.
Her chest rises and falls with each breath, eyes dark with need as she drinks you in like you’re ambrosia, and her, a mere mortal.
“Fantina,” You start, but she cuts you off with a soft shake of her head.
“No,” she says, her voice firm but gentle. “Let me… let me just look at you for a moment. Please.”
You nod, feeling a flush of heat spread through your body as her eyes roam over you, taking in every detail. Her gaze lingers on your lips, then travels down to your neck, your chest, your hips, and back up again. It’s as if she’s memorizing every inch of you, committing you to memory.
“You’re even more amazing than I imagined,” she murmurs, her voice full with awe. “I can’t believe I’m here with you. That I get to touch you.”
You can’t take it anymore. You close the distance between you, your hand sliding around the back of her neck, pulling her into you. Her lips part in surprise, but she doesn’t resist. Instead, she melts into you, her body pressing against yours as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her hands finally found their courage, gripping your shoulders like she’s afraid you’d disappear if she let go.
Her kiss is tentative at first, almost shy, but when you deepen it, she moans softly into your mouth, her body arching into yours. You can feel the heat radiating from her, the way her hips presses against you, the way her breath quickens as your tongue slid against hers. She’s desperate, and it only makes you want her more.
You break the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips, “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Her cheeks flush, and she lets out a shaky laugh, her fingers tangling in your hair. “You’re teasing me,” she pouts, but there’s no mistaking the way her body responds to your words, the way her hips rocks against yours, seeking friction.
“I’m not,” you tease, voice low and firm. Your hands slide down her back, gripping her waist as you pull her even closer. “I’ve wanted this for a long time too.”
Her breath hitches again, and she looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Then take me,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. “Please.”
Your hands move to the hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth, flawless skin. She shivers as the cool air hits her, and you swear you feel her shift to press her body harder against your fingertips.
Her body is breathtaking, every curve, every line, every inch of her is perfect. Your eyes are locked onto her as your hands roam over her skin, exploring every detail.
“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur, your voice thick with desire. Your fingers trace the curve of her hip, then slide lower, brushing against the edge of her wants. A wet patch has already formed, and you can’t help but grin to yourself.
She gasps, her hips jerking forward, desperately seeking more of your touch.
“Please,” she begs again, her voice breaking. “I need you.”
You don’t make her wait. Your fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her underwear, letting them fall to the floor. She steps out of them, her body trembling with anticipation. You can see how much she wants this, how much she needs it. Her arousal is evident, her cock hard and dripping.
You guide her back onto the bed, this time she lays against the sheets as you pin her down. She lets you lie her against the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches you with wide, hungry eyes.
Your body hovers over hers as you kiss her again, deep and slow. Her hands roam over your back, pulling you closer, her nails digging into your skin as if she can’t get enough of you.
Your lips trail down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin as she moans beneath you. Her hands tangle in your hair, holding you close as you move lower, kissing and licking your way down her body. When your lips finally reach her cock, she let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking up to meet you.
“Someone’s needy.” You tease as your hands pin down her hips.
“S–sorry,” she stutters out. “I, just, I need this, I need you.”
“You have me, baby, you just need to sit still and be good and you can have even more of me.”
With rapid nods Fantina obeys, stilling herself as her head falls against the pillows, but her eyes never leave you.
Now with her being good your tongue slid against her, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. She cries out, her hands gripping the sheets as her body writhes beneath you. You can feel her trembling, can hear the way her breath hitches with every stroke of your tongue. She is close, so close, and you aren’t going to let her wait any longer.
Your fingers join your tongue, sliding against her as you continue to lick and suck at her cock. She screams your name, her body arching off the bed as she comes undone beneath you. Her thighs clamp around your head, holding you in place as she rides out the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
When she finally collapses back onto the bed, panting and trembling, you crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply. She tastes like herself, sweet and intoxicating, and you can’t get enough of her.
She’s positively giddy as she comes down, and you can’t help but smile.
“I can’t believe that just happened. That you just did that to me.” She gushes breathlessly, and you swear her irises have gone heart shaped.
“Believe it, baby. And there’s a whole lot more I would love to do to you, if you let me.” You say, climbing on top of her as you pin her wrists down.
She looks up at you like you’re the sun, and that just makes you want to ruin her more.
Woooo!! 🎉🎉🎉 I'm finally done transcribing Eddie's and Volt's romance route down. I wanted to read some of their quotes to get a better feel on how they talk, but couldn't find their dialogue posted anywhere online.
So I decided that if you can't find something, you make it! And wrote out Eddie's and Volt's whole romance route (3,900 words).
Idk if that's something others would be interested in?? Or maybe the transcript of a different character's route?? Idk let me know and I'll share the document/transcibe someone else's route.
Does Fantina occupy all fans (including ceiling ones?)
If so, I am like, SO SORRY, for working you this much this summer (My ceiling fan runs at max pretty much 24/7)
Oh you could definitely work me all summer and I wouldn’t mind ehehe… ehehehe… if you’re asking.
And I do work every fan in the house! As I couldn’t have any one else do that. Especially that air conditioning system. Haha. You know while he costs you a pretty penny to run I’m still here! I’ll keep you cold this summer without him!
Realization spoilers (spoilers after you realize a character, any character)
I love Sam's reaction after hearing how you created a whole human being.
Because after learning about Realization, but before I had the SPEC points to actually realize anyone, I too was worried about making these objects human.
Like, don't they realize how harsh the outside world can be?
Plus, they have absolutely no paperwork. No birth certificate. No Social Security Number. No bank account. No money.
How would they be able to survive? To even get a job or a place to stay?
So after I realized my first character and Sam brought all of these points up, I was like "yes! Yes it's a real concern! These things are asking for human life, but can they handle human life?!"
Very funny that the game was like "hey, don't worry about it. It'll turn out fine!"
But I do think it would be interesting to explore how that would work out, probably with specific characters because doing all of them at once might be overwhelming.
Like, you have a new person (Or persons, demanding if you realized Volt and Eddie, or the Hanks) in your house!
And both of you realize that they have no money, no bank account, no birth certificate, no social security number....
They were planning on leaving, but... How could they?
So now you got yourself a new roommate(s).
And you help them adapt to living as a human. Like, needing to eat, and shower, and sleep.
(and you two coming to the realization "oh, there's only one bed in this house... Guess we have to share...")
And it must be really weird for the object/newly turned person, right?
Like, ok, imagine looking at a table... And usually that table would be Abel. But it's... Not. It's just a bunch of wood.
Or the shower being Johnny, a wanna signer. But now it's just... A shower. An object.
Or imagine looking at what YOU used to be. Imagine touching what you used to be. Now you're just... A bunch of metal/plastic/wood/whatever.
And the house is so quiet. You're so used to the house being so full, nearly 100 different people/things. There was always something going on.
In the living room Telly used to constantly be on, shouting references. Or Mateo would be dealing with the inanimals. Or Keyes would be playing some music. Or Rainy would be playing and dancing.
But now it's so... Empty. The people you used to call your friends are just... Things.
And the only company you have is the Homeowner. Which is nice, but sometimes you wish for a little... More.
You can't help but want to ask them to realize other objects too. So you can finally talk to your friends. But you never do. The living arrangements are already tight with just one bed. And they're already stretching their monthly food budget to feed you as well. You can't ask for another mouth to feed.
So you spend your time watching Telly, watching the News, trying to learn more about the human world. And you can't believe you're expected to go and live in... That. In that world.
In that *messed up* world.
You almost want to ask the Homeowner if Skylar can reverse the Realization. That you can go back to being an object.
As an object you didn't have to worry about global warming, or the cost of living, or what your career is going to be, or where you're going to live.
Your home was confined to the walls of this home. The place was a bit small, but there were lots of people. And it was... Simple.
But looking around at the things in the house. All of the things you can't talk to.
You realize you're not apart of their world anymore.
... Ok that kind of got away from me, lol. But I do think this would be a good fic premise! Send me in suggestions of who you want me to write as the First Realization, I have some ideas in my head for a few characters, lol. And I think each character will react to being the first in different ways! So feel free to suggest any character!
Actually, I have another idea that kind of piggie backs off the idea that objects can't really "handle" realization
What if there's a reader/homeowner who does have these concerns?
That the objects would have trouble integrating with human society. That they have no money, no brith certificate, no social security number, no ID.
So they decide to simply.... not turn the objects human. They don't tell the objects about realization, and basically get all of the endings with the objects, but just don't realize any of them.
But time passes, and eventually the objects figure out that realization is an option, but the home owner hid it from them.
It's obvious that all of the objects want to be human, they all react with excitement over it. So how would they handle learning that the home owner refuses to turn them human?
:) wanted to do my own tier list of the Date Everything characters!
This was done when I was very tired, so it will probably change in the morning, lol.
Free feel to ask my opinions about any of the characters!!!
(Note, "besties" tier is mostly for platonic characters, but I will still smooch them. We can kiss the homies here. Unfortunately I do not have the DLC yet 😔)
There's not That much of a difference between tier two and three. I'm just slightly more crazy about tier two. Still want to date and smooch those in tier three.
...maybe I should move more characters up to tier three... (OK probably 95% of characters in tier four can probably be moved up to tier three, lol. I wanna smooch a lot of characters!)
