[fictivefucker]

- Intro Post -

Hello I'm Flux, they/them, 24, and I'm yet another blog of people being horny for MCYT. I'm the co-host of a fictive heavy system, and as such this blog is for being horny about the fictives I'm dating and their sources

If RPF bothers you, you might want to block, because I will not shy away from it. Frankly, if it's hot and I'm horny, I'll reblog anything

Minors DNI, obviously - You'll be blocked if there isn't an age indicator on your blog

[ohgoodgollyoli]

jimmy edging so much he cries but it’s a stifled, half-choked-down kind of crying where his breath is hissing through his teeth and his red ruddy chest is shuddering with every breath and his eyes are squeezed so tightly shut he can pretend it’s sweat and not tears running down his face as he rips his hand away from his uncomfortably hard cock once again

[liny28]

When people assume you're my father and then you shove your tongue in my mouth 😚

[crownpastelyellow]

A Helping Hand

Pairing: Gem/Tango Length: 3.5k Tags: Smut, RPF, Viagra, Age Gap, Creampie

A gift for my friend @blacktofade after we kept talking about her post about needing a viagra fic <3 they live rent free in my mind <3

Read on Ao3 or under the cut

RPF and NSFW under the cut

Gem sits on his hotel bed, hands on her lap, the skirt of her dress riding up just a little bit, exposing more of her thigh. Every few moments, Tango catches himself, his eyes dragging over to the tiniest sliver of pale skin that he shouldn't be seeing.

Slowly, he forces his eyes back on Gem's face, the soft, playful smile on her lips as she reaches out and puts a small hand on the worn fabric of his pants, thumb tracing over the seam of the pocket on his thigh.

"You don't need those." She's not talking about the pants, at least not only. Tango's eyes dart to the small, blue pill and the glass of water on his nightstand.

He can't help his chuckle "And you know that already?" Tango's tone is teasing but he swallows, especially when Gem's finger draws more over the inside of his thigh now.

She smiles up at him, then briefly down at the way his pants start to sit uncomfortably around his groin. "Yeah. Besides, I'll make sure you-"

"It's not you, Gem. You're..." Tango can't bring himself to finish this sentence, biting his tongue instead. "Look, it's really not you. I'm.. Old." He's trying to get Gem to see him for what he is.

This is only met with a laugh and what was maybe meant to be a playful shove but instead is more of a hand resting on his soft chest. "You're not that old."

"Gem," Tango practically pleads, hoping not to have to say it. "I'm in my 40s and you're..."

At this revelation, Gem's hand stops, still pressed against his chest. At least she's not pulling back. After a few moments of quiet that stretch way too long for Tango's nerves to handle, he gets a quiet but not uncertain, "Doesn't change anything."

This isn't making it any easier for him. "I... I already know I shouldn't but," Tango hesitates, "let me at least make this good for you."

Without thinking, he's reaching for his nightstand, taking the small pill, flushing it down with some water, hoping for the best. "Now come here."

Hoping his little helper gives him the courage he needs, Tango reaches out, placing one hand on Gem's hip, pulling her in, just a little, giving her any chance to pull back. But instead, Gem tilts her head up and leans in.

He can feel the way his beard must scratch over her cheek as their lips move together, Gem parting hers for him and Tango accepting greedily. Part of him still thinks this is not real and only a dream that will end in stained underpants and heavy shame.

His eyes are already shut but he squeezes them further, not wanting to think and instead just focus on the woman that's now pretty much climbing into his lap.

The groan that escapes him gets swallowed up immediately and he swears he can feel Gem smile into the kiss.

With needy movements, Tango's hands roam over her body, finding the zipper of her dress at her back, trailing his fingers over the newly exposed skin before tugging it off her shoulders.

After a moment longer, Gem pulls back, her lips slightly more red than before, now grinning. "That eager now. Didn't know these things work that quick"

"Gem, please." Tango would beg for her. He's already thrown so much of his caution to the wind and she's been out there teasing him with those innocent touches he's been suffering through, a hug here and there, all throughout the day, not caring about their friends or anyone else seeing them. To the others this is all innocent. He's just one of the dad's. Not someone that has a woman, 10 years younger than him, in his hotel room.

He tries to shake the thought out of his head and thankfully Gem provides a much needed distraction as she takes her dress off, over her head, in one fluid motion.

Tango has to close his eyes, feeling like this is not meant for him, despite Gem being the one to sneak into his room, more than clear with her intentions. Her hands brush over his, pulling them closer, placing one back on her hip, the other right over her heart. Tango can feel it pound under his palm and it only takes minor encouragement for it to move just a little bit lower, cupping her breast.

"You can open your eyes, you know that?" Gem's breath tickles against his cheek and when Tango pries one eye open, she's a lot closer and a lot more flushed already.

With a shaky laugh, he responds, "Don't know if I can." Still he slowly pries one eye open and Gem is a lot closer than he thought, smiling at him. Gently brushing over her nipple with his thumb, he draws a soft gasp out of her, feeling the skin pebble.

At this point Tango is very clearly hard. It's only been a couple of minutes, the effect of his little helper supposedly only setting in later. But that doesn't stop Tango from leaning in again, entirely giving in.

As he kisses her, the hand on Gem's hip guides her to move back and forth, gentle circles on his lap that drive Tango absolutely insane. Every breath gets a little heavier, groaning into Gem's mouth, making her part her lips again for him.

The need to taste more of her rises, alongside the heat in his lower stomach. Tango pulls her closer, arm wrapped around her back, wanting to feel her entirely flush against him. He stays like this a moment longer before leaning forward, gently letting Gem down till her back is on the mattress.

In an instant he's above her, kissing her again. While one of his hands has him support himself, the other one finds hers, fingers intertwining.

Only when he needs to take a moment, breath coming in a little bit shallower already, does he pull back. Without looking, he knows his entire face is flushed all the way down and Gem clearly wants to see more of that, impatiently tugging at the hem of his shirt. For a brief moment Tango considers saying no but before the words could even leave his mouth, he concedes. At least he still has the thin undershirt on.

Not giving Gem the chance to demand more, he kisses her again, this one more needy than the others, kissing along the corner of her mouth, her jaw, feeling how soft and perfect her skin is as he trails down to her throat.

While his focus is on her collarbone, only slowly traveling lower, Gem grinds her core down against his knee that's firmly pressed against the mattress, right between her legs. "Eager?" he plays her own words right back at her, smiling against her skin.

Right as Gem wants to reply, he takes her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking, so that instead of whatever complaint she had, all he can hear is a stifled moan. Taking the encouragement, Tango keeps going, paying lavish attention to the sensitive skin in front of him while pressing his knee upwards slightly.

Every noise, every little gasp, the way Gem's hand tenses in his for brief moments, Tango drinks it up.

He never dared to think about this before but now he's not sure how he'll ever look at Gem and not think about how good she can sound.

Despite the feeling in his growing hotter and more and more desperate, Tango tries to take his time, at least till Gem's free hand comes to rest on the skin of his head, pushing him down urgently.

A part of him expects some sort of tease about missing the main course or something but when he glances up he can see her almost teary eyed with need. It works almost too well on him. Tango almost immediately releases her nipple, pressing one more kiss between her breasts before sliding lower on the bed.

His eyes are on Gem the entire time, making sure there isn't even a hint of regret but all he can find is needy impatience. He chuckles briefly, giving her a fond smile, deciding not to be mean and instead hook his finger in the waistband of her panties.

Only now he notices they're red. "Really?" His eyebrow quirks up, shaking his head but unable to keep a smile off his face. Part of him expects Gem to berate him for thinking she'd do this for his pleasure but instead she laughs, even if her voice wavers slightly. "What? I thought you'd like them."

"Just because they're red?" Tango can't help but smile, shaking his head again before pulling on the thin fabric, sliding it down the pale skin of Gems legs, his other hand trailing down after it, just to feel more of her.

Before he leans in, he pauses briefly, smiling up at her. "I do appreciate it." And he does. Gem thought about this while packing. She thought about this, about him, before she even got onto her plane. Gem wants this.

Feeling a little more pressure now to make this good for her, Tango lowers his head, pressing a kiss right below her belly button, feeling the way her stomach rises and falls with every quickened breath, before slowly kissing his way lower. His hands rest just shortly beneath her entrance, stroking softly over the skin of her inner thigh.

As Gem tries to squirm up higher, clearly getting more and more impatient, Tango rests one arm right across her stomach, keeping her mostly still.

Finally he presses a kiss right onto her clit, followed by another. Gently, Tango sucks on the sensitive nub, hearing Gem as she bites her own lip to keep quiet. Slowly he keeps going, getting a taste of her as he briefly slides lower, his tongue parting her folds.

Gem's hand digs into his shoulder, not enough to be painful but instead grounding both of them.

Tango knows his beard is scratching against her thighs, especially when Gem clamps down around him, her legs wrapping around his back, heels digging in close to his spine. "Careful," the warning is raspy before he keeps going, switching his tongue for his fingers, his mouth fully focusing on the spit above.

Every thrust with his fingers has Gem trying to meet it. She's coming alive and falling apart right beneath him and Tango could get lost in it.

Under normal circumstances, Tango could keep going like this until Gem gets tired and needs a break, his own breathing now quicker and his pulse is beating loud enough that he could hear it ring in his ears. His entire body feels too hot and his breathing feels too tight and the only relief he can get is grinding down against the mow bunched up bedsheets but it's not enough.

"Gem..." He moans her name right against her core, feeling too much, too sensitive. Tango doesn't want to leave Gem hanging, speeding up his pace despite his mouth feeling dry and full of heavy spit and arousal at once. All he can focus on is the less and less muffled moans above, the hand on his head and his shoulder.

Tango doesn't remember ever being this hard, not even in his prime, and it slowly drives him insane, nearly distracting enough that he doesn't notice Gem's trembling. Only when her legs pull him in closer does Tango focus on letting her ride out her orgasm, gently slowing down, even if his need is at an all time high.

Once he is released, Tango pulls away, his fingers soaked as he wipes them on the sheets, he takes his undershirt off, feeling absolutely suffocated in the thin fabric.

Red blotches litter his skin, especially closer to the waistband of his pants. A quick glance up at Gem's satisfied face reveals that she's more than pleased with the view, biting her lip while she's still heaving.

"Please," Tango is already undoing his belt, "I need you, okay?"

With his body feeling hot, his breathing heavy, Tango barely manages to pull down his pants below his thighs, his rock hard member now fully on display, his skin flushed. Almost immediately after Gem gives him a breathless nod, he's over her, lips crashing against hers again, more uncoordinated than before as he grabs himself and lines himself up.

The feeling of how wet she is is already making Tango lose his mind and it's hard to remain patient and slow as he pushes in. "Fuck, Gem..." He murmurs the words into her shoulder, holding her tight. "You feel amazing." The words fall out of his lips when he's barely even in, just slowly sinking himself further into the heat.

But he's right, this might be the best thing he's felt in a long time, hard and feeling every bit of her clenching walls around him.

Once he's fully seated, Tango waits a few moments before he begins to move his hips. "You okay?" He asks, as he leans up, needing to see her face. Gem's lips are parted. "Yeah, keep going."

Not needing any further encouragement, Tango picks up the pace, needing to get this out of his system. At this point it's almost painful how badly he needs this.

He leans in again, kissing her neck, up towards her jaw while his hands brush some of her red hair out of her face. "You're so beautiful. You feel so good." The compliments stumble off his lips without even thinking.

It takes Tango a lot longer than it usually might but slowly he feels himself getting somewhere. "Do you want me to pull out?" He doesn't even want to think about the loss of sensation but he has to ask.

As if she wants to show how much against that idea she is, Gem wraps her legs around his hip, pulling him closer. "Don't. Don't need to"

Tango knows this is dumb but any logic is so far past his brain. And he trusts Gem, trusts her decision more than himself right now.

When she clenches down around him once more, Tango loses himself, spilling into her, feeling like his own body is too warm, too tight. He's breathing heavily against her skin, kissing her, trying to calm his pounding heart down again while staying entirely still.

A few moments pass and Tango comes to the realization that he's still hard. Painfully so.

Filled with regret, Tango kisses Gem again, and when he pulls back he doesn't know if he's red faced from the pill or from embarrassment. "Might need a little more help here..."

With a brief pause to give Gem some water, downing the rest of the glass himself, he helps her sit up, pulling her back into his lap. Her hands are around his stiff dick, immediately helping him guide her right back into her.

For now, Gem sets the pace, Tango just holding her, feeling her clench around him. "Keep going, please."

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Tango hears every moan, feeling her get louder as he moves, meeting her halfway for each deep thrust. "Hey, quiet, Pearl's room is next to mine," he shushes her but Gem gives a louder moan. "What if I need another pair of hands to take care of your little issue here?" She teases. "Bet-"

Tango doesn't even hear the rest, the orgasm hitting him hard again, eyes pressed shut in embarrassment that this picture Gem painted was what did it for him.

"Gem..." His tone is meant to be a warning, chiding her for bringing Pearl up right now.

"Come on, you could -" Tango might come to regret this but he presses a finger into Gem's mouth, unable to deal with more of this as she begins to move her hips again.

There's a soft bite on his finger at first, in surprise, which then turns into Gem's tongue tracing the digit.

At this point he's starting to feel sore and his legs and hips, pretty much his whole body is aching but there doesn't seem to be any end in sight.

So the best he can do is to enjoy it. As Gem's tongue plays around his finger, he adds a second one, trying to focus on how that feels, how warm and wet her mouth is. His other hand pulls on her hair gently, getting her attention. "Please. A bit slower."

Both, the pace of her hips and that of her tongue, slows down and it's exactly what Tango needs right now.

He lets go of Gem's hair, resting instead on Gem's thigh, thumb brushing over her clit again. Now he can feel the moans, muffled by his fingers. "So good." He doesn't even know if he's praising her or how it feels but it's all just perfect.

Gently Tango presses a kiss onto her shoulder, but instead of pulling back he brushes his teeth against the skin just to draw more noises out of her.

He pulls back for a moment, smiling sheepishly before repeating the process a few more times only leaving little red marks that will fade soon enough.

Only when he feels the next orgasm wash over him, does he bite down harder, opting to pull away instead, not wanting to hurt Gem. Slowly, he pulls the fingers out of her mouth, now fully soaked in her saliva. For a moment the sight is mesmerizing before he focuses his attention on Gem.

"You still alright?" His voice sounds a bit rougher now, feeling almost dehydrated.

Gem lets her head rest on his shoulder, breathing deeply for a few moments. "Getting a bit sore," she admits and almost immediately Tango lifts her off his still hard member. He's coated in his own seed and it's leaking out between Gems thighs and onto the sheets.

"Yeah, me too. Ugh, why am I still..." Tango doesn't even want to say it, just laying down exhausted on his back. Maybe with a few deep breaths he can just calm his body down but he knows he's only fooling himself.

It is nice though, when Gem lays down next to him, his arm instinctively wrapping around her, face buried in her hair in embarrassment. "Is this a good time to admit you were right?" Tango sighs.

Her hands trail down his chest. It's less splotchy and flushed by now at least. "I'm always right" She presses a kiss against his scruffy cheek as her hand wraps around his still hard dick.

"Just... Just hold it for a bit" He instructs her. "Bit of pressure at the tip, just with your finger"

Either Gem is incredibly good at this or Tango just comes embarrassingly quickly at this point. It's just a small dribble over her finger and onto his stomach.

"Not a word, please"

"Wasn't saying anything." Her tone is sickly sweet, not giving Tango much of a rest as she begins to pump her hand up and down his length. "Fuck, be careful, please," Tango begs into her hair, hand fisting into the messy sheet below.

They stay at a slow pace, Tango's body heaving as he gets close again. He's tensing up and nothing even comes out at this point and he needs to bat Gem's hand away for even a moment of respite. "Break. I need... I need a break"

His breathing is rough and he's just laying on the bed like he's about to pass out, eyes closed. Every bit of his body is sore and he doesn't even feel if he's hard anymore or not.

Beside him, Gem shuffles and gets up. A small part of Tango thought he may have disappointed her but a moment later he hears the noise of the bathroom sink and she nudges his legs that's dangling off the bed with her knee.

"Come on, drink something before you pass out on me. We can keep going later."

Tango almost struggles to sit up, groaning, feeling every year of his age as he takes the glass from her, smiling thankfully before downing it, then immediately falling back down onto the bed.

"I don't think I'll survive another round," he mutters, feeling Gem cuddle up beside him. Her finger trails over his arm for a bit in silence as Tango starts to at least slightly feel like a normal person again.

He's thinking about how to apologize to Gem for all of this when she sits up. "Feeling up for a shower? We can head to my room after because..." Her eyes land on the sheets that are covered in spit and cum, "I'm not doing this."

Tango chuckles, trying to stretch as he sits up again, and immediately regrets it but pulls through. "Yeah, that can be arranged."

He smiles as Gem is already standing up, offering a helping hand. Tango takes it, letting her pull him closer before leaning in for another kiss.

He's not sure how he'll make it through the next day, but that's a problem for future-Tango.

[thefireintheshadow]

who do you belong to? [joel/gem/etho hermitfic]

Grian experienced kinetic energy while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Gem's communicator buzzed and she giggled. Bloodthirsty Joel was at it again. She turned and dumped a bunch of andesite into a chest, brushing sweat-damp hair over her shoulder. The sun was bright and hot. Not the best day for building a bridge, but she had work to do. Maybe she'd indulge herself a dip in the river later.

Grian was slain by Ethoslab

Grian drowned while trying to escape Smallishbeans

Oh my god, both of them? She laughed out loud, shaking her head. Nobody else was online, unfortunately, otherwise there'd be a lot of ribbing in the chat.

Grian was blown up by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: you okay over there champ

Ethoslab: stay out of this Gem

Grian hit the ground too hard while trying to escape Ethoslab

Grian was slain by Smallishbeans

GeminiTay: what, you afraid of a little competition?

Smallishbeans: don't worry princess we're coming to visit you next

A thrill ran up her spine. Joel and Etho loved to jump scare her with some surprise sexy times, but rarely together and never before so hopped up on bloodlust.

What had gotten into them today? Maybe they weren't coming to fuck, maybe they just wanted to fight. Well. Sometimes they did that as foreplay, so maybe both.

She decided gearing up a bit might be a good idea.

Grian was doomed to fall by Smallishbeans

Grian was speared by Ethoslab

Grian: I'm not respawning until you dicks leave

Gem cocked a brow, waiting for some kind of response, but there was none. The two remaining dots on her locator bar were getting bigger, though.

That thrill, again. God, she loved being chased. Hunted. Maybe she wouldn't gear up. Armor would just slow her down, anyway.

She looked around at the bridge, half textured, the underside pretty bare but there were lots of nooks and crannies to duck around in. Windows, spires to jump behind. Yeah, if they were going to come mess with her, she'd make them work for it.

One side of the bridge was just cobble, a thin walkway with no railing, and unfortunately they wouldn't be coming from that direction. Being able to snipe them off from the safer end would have been ideal, but she would work with what she had. She climbed up behind one of the pillars a few blocks away from the mouth of the bridge, above a window on the lower side she could swing down into.

She crouched behind it, making herself invisible on the locator bar.

She heard their voices before their steps.

"Geeemmmmm," Etho called, in that sweet teasing way of his. It took all of her willpower not to call back, their version of Marco Polo.

"Come out come out, princess," Joel yelled, and oh he sounded absolutely feral, making Gem's thighs press together. They were in some kinda mood.

Their footfalls echoed closer, without the clunk of armor. Had they slaughtered Grian so many times without armor? Or dropped everything on their way over? She wanted to peek so badly but that would give up her spot.

"Come and play Gem," Etho said as the footsteps changed tone, hitting the stone of the bridge.

She readied her stance to swing under as they strode closer, a casual pace as if they were just taking a stroll.

"We just wanna have a lil' chat," Joel sang, and she couldn't resist a peek. She knew she shouldn't. But she did.

It may have been her movement, but it also may have been the gasp that left her throat at the sight of them. Smirking. Eyes locked on hers immediately.

Both of them covered in blood.

Etho leaned on his spear, so chill with one boot crossed behind the other, netherite edge sucking up the sunlight all the way to the tip that he twirled back and forth on the stone. Joel stood next to him, a wide stance, diamond sword slung over his shoulders, one hand on each side as if he were using it to cool his neck, the blade glittering around the crimson sluicing all over it.

And they were both completely splattered, clothes stained, droplets on their faces, hands still shining wet. The sound that came out of Gem's mouth was fucking embarrassing, something between a mewl and a moan and a whimper, a Venn diagram of pathetic need as her libido reacted to these absolute animals.

"Hi," Etho said simply, and she leapt.

[finish on ao3]

[ex0rin]

follow up to that last jim/ imp hornyposting post:

impulse being like 'show me what you've got' to jimmy and jim's smile going SO BIG and so excited and impy barely gets a second to even be nervous about it before jimmy's pushing him back on the bed and climbing up on his lap and -

and impulse gets to watch the way jimmy pulls off his clothes, struggling a little since he's already kneeling over impy while he's trying to get totally and absolutely naked (compared to impulse who's still only got his shirt shoved up and his pants shoved down his thighs)

jimmy, breathless and blushing telling imp that he might have fingered himself open earlier in the day in the hopes that impulse would want this, would want HIM, and man, impy's dick is soft and spent but it still twitches with valiant effort to get up again at that

impulse with no idea where to put his hands all over again, totally still under the weight of his stupidly pretty coworker who's naked and hard and balanced right over his lap and he hasn't done this before, not really -

jimmy sighing and imp doesn't even know why, he's so focused on the flush on jim's cheeks and the way his mouth is still so wet and red and swollen from just sucking his cock (from taking imp all the way deep) but that sigh, oh god, imp realizing it's because jimmy's sliding fingers into himself and his hands end up on jimmy's knees, fingers digging in just for something to hold on to

(he hasn't even glanced down to take a peak at the way he's sure jimmy's dick is hard and lifted between his thighs, it'd somehow make all of this too real)

imp saying jim's name like he's sorry that he can't give him more, that he's a mess of nerves, and that he can't roll them both over and pin jim beneath him to get those long legs hooked over his shoulders

and jimmy, god, jimmy riding back against his own fingers, urging imp to help with quiet little whimpered sounds - jim picking up impulse's hand from his thigh, urging it back behind him until impy can nearly feel just how hot jim is

jim moaning so loud when impulse gets a finger in alongside the other two stretching him open, asking impy if he can feel how wet he is with another groan and -

and impulse's mouth floods with spit, his face going flushed and hot in an instant, his cock trying it's best to get hard again and jimmy's clenching down around his finger, saying, 'how do i feel impulse?'

jim asking for more fingers, jim taking and taking and saying so many dirty things, completely overwhelming impulse with literally everything he does -

jimmy whining and moaning and it's so unbelievably hot when jim still asks impulse to come in him, even if it's just three fingers and not imp's actual dick that's getting him off this time

[ohgoodgollyoli]

i don’t. know if i’ll ever go anywhere else with this so. posting it here as a ficlet because i need it out somewhere so it doesn’t rot in my drafts. concept of jim’s outfit heavily inspired by this sabrina carpenter look

roughly 900 words of joel dressing jim up and feminizing him under the cut

When Joel presents him with the panties, he foolishly thinks that’s going to be it. They’ve done the whole… feminizing bit once or twice, and Jim was honest when he said he liked it. He maybe just wasn’t honest about how much he liked it. (“Too much” is the answer. Too much that he’s willing to risk Joel turning it into something to make fun of him for.) Regardless, it’s not surprising that Joel’s going for it again. Joel’s always liked pretty and dainty. Doesn’t matter that Jim’s got some height on him, or that he’s fairly athletic. As long as he can manhandle him as he likes (and God, can he) he doesn’t seem to mind that Jim’s not exactly what he wants.

So after Joel’s diligently run a razor up and down his legs (not letting Jim lift a finger to help) and then proceeded to rub lotion into them until Jimmy was almost painfully hard and then fingered him open with the single-minded intensity of the fucking sun—

Jim doesn’t even have the brain power to think about the soft lacy cotton being slid up his bare legs, only enough mind to whine about the light pressure on his straining cock.

“Why are you dressing me?” He gasps out. “Seems— hah, seems counter-productive.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Joel soothes him, running a hand up his smoothly shaven calf in a way that makes Jim’s muscles jump. “I promise you’re going to like this. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

And— okay. That’s nice, admittedly. Jimmy can do that.

He lets Joel pull him up to a seated position on the edge of the bed, only keeping himself upright through sheer force of will really. The sheets feel nice on his skin. He didn’t know shaved skin could feel so nice. Maybe he’ll do this again on his own time.

“Arms up,” Joel instructs, and Jimmy follows with barely a thought. He’s so hazy on everything that he doesn’t realize something’s being slid over his head until it’s blocking his vision, and it takes a second after it fully settles on his torso to realize what exactly it is.

“Is this—“ he swallows down a strange wash of emotion, fingers immediately playing with the little satin bow on the neckline. “Is this a nightie?”

“It’s cute, right?” Joel asks. He might be looking for an answer, Jim can’t tell, but in the moment he’s too stunned to give one.

It is cute. It’s made of poofy tulle and lace and ribbons, and it has to have been ordered custom for him because it hits right at the top of his thighs. It’s so thick it obscures everything underneath, not even a hint of skin peeks through the fine mesh. It’s baby blue, and ridiculously soft, and Jimmy feels like he’s too dirty to wear it even though Joel started this whole thing by running Jimmy a rather lovely floral-scented bath.

“I knew this color would look nice on you,” Joel keeps going, casual, like Jimmy’s not hanging on his every word while he tries not to move. “I had to guess on the length, but Lizzie is a genius with these things. It shows off your pretty legs so well — you know you’ve got legs for days, love. I liked the bust part too, not too tight so it’s not trying to highlight the tits you don’t have.”

That tears a whimper out of Jim’s throat. He bites his lip, finding his eyes suddenly humiliatingly wet. He tries to hide his shame, but Joel tuts at him and a warm palm on his chin guides his pathetic little pouty face up. He expects a reprimand, or the sting of a tease, and instead he gets something much worse.

“Oh darling,” Joel purrs, “don’t cry, I love your small tits. They fit you so perfectly, and they look so good in your little nightie. You’re so pretty, you know that?”

“Pretty?” Jimmy can’t help the broken whisper that crackles out of his throat as a stray tear slides down his cheek. It’s quickly thumbed away by Joel’s attentive hands, and the sensation makes his insides shiver. Interestingly, he’s not any less hard than he was when the panties went on. If anything, it might be worse now.

“So pretty.” There’s a softness in Joel’s voice, like coaxing a frightened animal. It makes Jim feel small and fragile, makes him press his thighs together and tug at the short hem of the dress. “So, so pretty all dolled up for me. Precious, simply darling.”

Jimmy whimpers again, chest heaving under lace and tulle as he fidgets with the soft material in his hands. His lashes flutter, gaze darting down to see Joel straining at the front of his trousers. Something about it — about seeing the evidence of Joel’s arousal from him, from seeing him in a frilly little dress — it’s so much. It’s good, but it’s so much.

His line of sight is broken by Joel reaching down to palm himself, massaging in a way that makes him hum and makes saliva pool in Jimmy’s mouth.

“Do you want me to show you how pretty I think you are?” Joel asks, voice pitched low and suggestive. “You want me to fuck you in your cute little dress?”

Jimmy swallows thickly, feeling his throat bob with the motion. “Yeah—“ he gasps, “yes, please.”

“Good girl,” Joel says, and Jimmy’s brain whites out.

[grianhole]

possible wanksgiving prompt… jizzie and taylie switch partners (in whatever direction u please)

Prompt 12

I love this so much um. I think this is exactly what would happen if they did a partner swap btw. Ty!

It's been a long time since Lizzie's had another woman underneath her like this, but judging by the way Gem arches up into her, gasping, clenching tight around her fingers, Lizzie thinks at least she hasn't lost her touch.

Gem falls apart for her easy as anything, shaking and coming, reaching down to grab Lizzie's wrist when it gets too much.

"Good?" Lizzie asks, and Gem just laughs with delight.

.

"What do you think they're doing up there?" Grian asks, distractedly.

Joel doesn't take his eyes off the TV, PS5 controller in his hands.

"Dunno. Probably girl stuff," he says.

[ex0rin]

for wanksgiving - gem riding impulses face+age gap guilt :p

oh my god i am so in for this (also one of the fastest ones i wrote so thank you for the inspiration 🥴)

Gem has to be tipsy and not thinking straight when she puts her hand on his chest and shoves him into her hotel room– And Impulse should not let this happen. He’s fully dressed, flat on his back on her bed and her inner thighs are bare and smooth and warming his ears where she’s braced above– She’s so much younger than him.  His hands are curled around her slim hips, helping to hold her there, and her cunt is wet and hot and perfect where his tongue pushes between the sweet folds of her– She could be his daughter.

[ex0rin]

For the hole-idays, anything with needy slut jimmy

can you tell i wrote this while i was still reeling from the jimpulse betrayal arc or?

something about him saying sorry to an impy who just wants to hear it over and over again really stuck in my brain 🥴

“Said I was sorry,” Jim says, moans, squirms.  The tip of Impulse’s dick twitches, drooling where it’s nudged into Jimmy’s hole and he could just fuck in, just shove in deep but–  “Say it again for me,” he encourages, one hand stroking over the rest of his cock.  “Sorry Impulse, I didn’t–  His cock flexes against his palm.  “Again.”  “Goddd, pl–” Jim arches, tries to push back and whimpers when Impulse stops him, “M’sorry. C’mon, need it.”  “One more,” and it’s taking everything in Impy to hold back, dick so hard he’s a little lightheaded. “Fuck, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”

[grianhole]

Woke up with a thought about Grian and Jimmy falling asleep on a couch together, maybe after last year's Gamer's Outreach or something. The first night that they get to the rental house with the gang and everyone has a few drinks. And when you're already that exhausted, which both of them are after streaming 10 hours days for two days in a row, it takes a lot less alcohol to make you feel a lot more silly. Or in their case, touchy and emotional. They fall asleep together on one of the couches, cuddling, and Kirsty just laughs at them before going to bed by herself. Maybe Martyn tucks a blanket around them and snaps a few pictures for future blackmailing purposes.

Grian wakes up before sunrise, warm and comfortable but slightly confused about his surroundings. There's a heavy arm draped over his waist, heavier than he's used to at least. Definitely a man's body. He breathes in and recognizes Jimmy's cologne, remembering the night before, and he lets himself relax because at least he's in the arms of someone he trusts implicitly. Maybe even goes as far as to hook his leg over Jimmy's thigh to get closer to him, tucking his face into Jimmy's neck, and Jimmy just grumbles sleepily but tugs him in closer by the waist, and—

Ah—

Jimmy's thigh presses down against Grian's cock, just enough to make him hiss through his teeth at the sudden stimulation. Jimmy mumbles a sleepy apology, thinking Grian's noise is one of pain or discomfort. Not knowing that G is already on his way to sporting a semi. Grian just tucks his face down against Jimmy's chest, trying to ignore it, trying to breathe, desperate to fall back asleep. But he keeps thinking about how Jim's thigh is right there. Solid and warm. How Jimmy still somehow smells good after their long frantic day yesterday and no shower last night. He nuzzles his face against Jimmy's t-shirt a little more, and Jimmy's hand flexes against the small of his back.

Grian will later blame it on the alcohol (it's not the alcohol - he'd had maybe 3 beers and felt a little light headed, no excuse) but he very thoughtfully, very purposefully, pushes his half-hard cock against Jimmy's thigh.

There's like three layers of clothes between their skin. It's not gay, right?

Jimmy might still be asleep, because he just hums out a soft noise and pushes his hips forward, against the softness of Grian's lower belly. And at first Grian dismisses it as a sleepy reaction, but then Jimmy grips his hip, dragging him forward again, and Grian's lets it happen, lets his body react the way it wants to.

It's not long before they're both properly grinding off against one another. At some point, Jimmy must be fully awake because he sighs out Grian's name and grips the back of his t-shirt hard to pull him closer. Grian's got his cock lined up perfectly in the crease of Jimmy's thigh and even through all their clothes he can feel the heat and warmth of Jim's skin. Can taste cologne on his tongue when he pants through his mouth. His lips are right next to Jimmy's throat, right by his Adam's apple, and the urge to suck a pretty little mark there is almost too tempting to deny. Almost.

Jimmy's bucking against him, he can feel the long hard line of Jim's cock against his belly. Can feel the way he twitches when Grian's teeth graze the tender skin of his throat.

Jimmy's hand is in Grian's hair, and when he tugs just a little bit too hard, Grian's groans aloud and comes with a full-body shudder, turning his face and biting into Jimmy's shoulder through his shirt. Jimmy comes then too, with a breathy, sweet noise that Grian's never heard him make before, and the hand clenching his tee at the small of his back relaxes in tandem with the fist in his hair.

Jimmy's hand slips under Grian's t-shirt, resting over his waist and stroking the skin there softly. That was good. That was nice. Just a little comfort, because he knows Grian's overthinking it already, even as he's still catching his breath.

They can see the sun coming up over the lake through the wide patio doors. Their other jetlagged friends will be awake soon. Wordlessly they separate, Jimmy to his room with Kirsty and Grian to his shared room with Martyn. Both of them making a pitstop to the bathroom on the way to clean up as best as they can.

They won't talk about it again. But it's a sweet memory.

[sticksandstans]

the rise of conservatism and gen z puritanism while still simultaneously trying to be hip and woke is so annoying because you have these people saying "match my freak" and then they get mad at ageplay and petplay and cnc and somno and anything raunchier than a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. you're not a "freak" if you think having a fetish is synonymous with being evil

[whoretangotek]

oli: i am a good boy. are you a good boy? jimmy: i am a good boy

i hate them, actually

[rowan2x0]

ethubs bonds over slur slaying —

[blacktofade]

Fic: Make a Move

GeminiTay/ImpulseSV/Skizzleman, NC-17, ~11.5k, RPF

Gem flies to Arizona to spend a vacation with Impulse and Skizzleman.

-

“Jeez, Imp,” Gem says, turning a full circle as she looks around. “When you said I could stay, I figured I’d get the spare room, not this.”

Impulse shrugs, because it’s not that big of a deal. “We remodeled it for my office and the in-laws, but it works great for any guests.”

“This is a whole separate house,” Gem insists, as though maybe he doesn’t realize and Impulse laughs.

“Figured you’d prefer this to staying down the hall from an old man who snores.”

Gem shrugs, one corner of her mouth twitching. “I put up with you next door in Michigan.”

Impulse laughs again, touching his forehead before smoothing his palm over his hair. “Did you actually hear me?”

“No,” Gem snorts. “Pretty sure it was Skizz.”

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[bdoublepenetration]

hiii it's ⚜🏹 anon, I'm here to be insane in your inbox again because I'm delighted to encounter another wise scholar of Ethubs Breeding Kink on my tl.

We all know that Etho's an inventive motherfucker who loves having a new puzzle to solve, right? This is a well-established Etho Trait, it shows in everything about how he approaches his redstone builds. So I think if Bdubs confessed to him that he wants Etho to breed him full when they fuck, the gears in Etho's head would start turning. See, the problem is that he's only human, and he has a normal refractory period, but if he's gonna do something he's going to do it right, and Bdubs specifically requested to be bred full.

So Etho starts experimenting, alone in his base with some lube, a clipboard, and a list of theories to test, written out in neat handwriting next to notes on sperm production and cell regeneration. It takes him a while to get the formulation of the potion just right - redstone infusions can be so fiddly, and it's hard to get good data with himself as his only test subject - but he works it out. And he's nervous about it, sure, but if the results of his experiments hold up outside of lab conditions, it's going to be so fucking hot.

So he leaves the finished potion in his inventory, and forgets about it entirely until the next time he and Bdubs are having sex. He only thinks of it again when, as he's rutting his cock teasingly against Bdubs's tdick, slowly dragging his tip over his entrance over and over again just for the fun of provoking him, Bdubs starts pleading with him to just freaking put it in and breed him already.

Upon remembering, Etho takes the potion out of his inventory, hands trembling with anticipation. Bdubs looks at him quizzically and asks what it's for. Unable to keep the smugness out of his voice entirely, Etho answers that it's a new invention of his - a surprise for Bdubs, if Bdubs doesn't mind if he tries it out? And Bdubs is a little skeptical, half-expecting some elaborate prank, but he says yes, so Etho downs the potion in one gulp as he pushes in.

Etho has Bdubs on his back with his knees pushed up practically to his shoulders so Etho can see his face while he fucks him, and it's good, the angle eliciting desperate moans from him with every thrust, but it doesn't seem any different to Bdubs than usual. He can't figure out what that potion was supposed to do. But soon he feels Etho's thrusts growing sloppy and rough in the way they do when he's getting close, so Bdubs hooks his legs around the small of Etho's back and pulls him deeper inside him, a litany of little pleas falling from his lips, begging Etho to please please please cum inside, wanna feel you, please breed me, and that's all it takes.

Bdubs whines as Etho lets out a guttural groan, cock twitching heavily as he finishes inside him. And then his eyes go wide and his nails dig into Etho's back as he feels the hot flood of cum that gushes into him, pulse after pulse of it, way more than any normal human should be able to produce. And Etho - panting ravenously above him and grinning with the elation of a man whose insane potion idea has worked - is somehow still hard. Bdubs's brain short-circuits as, just as quickly as he had stopped, Etho pulls back and starts fucking into him again, one hand stroking Bdubs's tdick as he pushes his load deeper with every thrust. He utters low, murmured praise into Bdubs's ear as he resumes his relentless pace, telling Bdubs how good he's doing, how he's gonna knock him up for sure, how pretty he looks fucked full of his cum.

Bdubs can only whimper pathetically when Etho warns that he's close again, pushing in deep so his head is pressed flush with Bdubs's cervix as he cums right up against Bdubs's womb, flooding him, filling him up, and it sends Bdubs over the edge too, hole clenching hard around him as Etho breeds him.

As both of them catch their breath, Bdubs realizes with a delirious thrill: the potion is still working. Etho's still hard inside him. It's going to be a long night.

-⚜🏹

YESSSS U GET IT U GET IT!!!!!

etho coming SO much into bdubs, Bdubs can feel his cum fill his womb and he swears his tummy expands and bulges from just how full he is, and etho keeps going and going and going. It's all so hot inside and that night bdubs begs to cockwarm etho as they sleep, wanting to be plugged up to keep his cum inside and ensure he's well bred <3

[tangotekked]

I think that Xisuma should fuck Mumbo’s throat and ramble about their power imbalance as admin and one of the youngest hermits. Mumbo will love it, he wants that cookie so bad