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call me a good boy to activate the ultra secret special gameplay option
mike wheeler trapped in Vecna’s mind having to jump off the quarry to get to another memory.
woman talking me through an orgasm in the tone of voice you’d use to talk to a dog…. yeah
innocent kissing that turns a little more needy, each kiss lingering a little longer, more breathy, lips parting and falling open more easily until it turns into a heated, sloppy makeout session, softly moaning into each other and tugging at clothes, rolling hips and helpless rutting, needy and desperate eyes glazed over and lovebitten lips swollen and parted, so pliable, so ready to be taken
Sex is about about aggression, blood, power, and winning. That's why the only valid sex is an arena of domtops trying to kill each other. Last one standing is crowned the king of sex.
making out with a pretty boy, my hands roaming over his gorgeous body through his clothes, watching as he squirms and leans into my touch, pulling back and seeing the glazed look in his eyes and giving him exactly what he wants, slipping my hands under his shirt and pulling him onto my lap, tasting him like he's the only thing i need to survive
shoutout to the people who have the worst gag reflexes and cannot take their f/o's whole cock or even much more than the tip. your fave still loves you and will accommodate you so you're not choking/gagging/throwing up bc they don't want to hurt you 🫶🫶🫶
getting overstimulated while being fingered and pressing my thighs together to try and get my butch to stop only for them to force my legs back open and start going faster
thinking about sitting a guy on my lap and slowly running my hands over him while i whisper into his ear. groping him over his clothes, following the curves and dips of his body with my fingers without ever truly touching him. the lightest of touches on his waist and hips, where i know he's sensitive. it just seems like an incredible way to slowly work someone up, until they're squirming and grinding down on me, desparate for a little more. come on sweetheart, i've barely even touched you!! hold still and let me enjoy you <3
Ahhhhh!! It's finally happened!! And oh, I'm so glad the show took it's time and waited because I adore the little details they added to Jiang Xiaoshuai and Guo Chengyu's first time.
The call from the secretary probably means GCY's at least partially in on this scheme, but I really still like how he went about making space for JXS to feel comfortable enough for it. Because, like, it's interesting to me the journey JXS goes through in these few scenes.
He starts out with his blue over-shirt completely unbuttoned from the earlier in the day until when he interrupts the "fight" in the parking lot:
To completely buttoned up, all the way to the top button when he's watching TV with GCY:
So as much as JSX may want this, there's at least a part of his subconscious very overcome with fear. You also see that in the instantaneous fight or flight reaction he has to GCY reaching for the water glass. The sudden shift to put his back in the 'corner' of the sofa and grabbing the pillow is a clear defence response. It's not a practical reaction - the sofa isn't a wall, it's not that good protection - but it's all instinct which tells us just how deeply ingrained and almost subconsciously rooted JXS's fear of intimacy is.
So GCY does a few things to help JSX regulate: he stays calm and explains why he moved (to get water); when he sits down again he does it with a significant gap between them - one that's bigger than the one they had at the start of the scene; and when he sees JXS's embarrassment and still-nervous fidgeting, he removes himself entirely from the room to give JXS space to calm down.
I just really love how thoughtful GCY is being in this scene. Of course he wants to sleep with JXS - not just for the intimacy of expressing the love he feels to JXS, but also because JXS also clearly seems to want it too, and doing this would be a sign of him healing from the trauma of his past (disclaimer: not that this is the only way one can heal from that kind of trauma, but specifically for JXS it is).
And we actually get to see that GCY's silent assessment is correct, because as soon as GCY leaves, JXS relaxes. It's enough space for his subconscious to chill the alarm bells and for his conscious to remember that he actually kinda does want to get down and dirty with GCY. He even intentionally unbuttons one singular button (Did anyone else crack up at that? He's SO adorable!), makes sure his breath is minty fresh to prepare for some making out, and then literally lays himself out like one of your french girls. JXS wants this, he wants to move forward in his relationship with GCY. He's just struggling because trauma sucks and you just can't control how your body is going to react sometimes.
And we see that again, because as soon as GCY's back, JXS is back to sitting stiff and tight, pillow on his lap. It undoes the whole point of draping himself artfully on the couch. So, okay, the nerves are back, but when GCY sits down right next to him, much closer than before, the fear isn't. Progress!
So GCY does a cautious test. Will JXS react badly to him moving closer like he did earlier? No, in fact JXS all but leans into the almost-kiss, even when GCY's already pulling away. He wants it so badly, just look at how his eyes stay trained on GCY's lips and how his head moves forward as if drawn like a magnet to GCY. Yeah he's definitely ready, he just can't make he first move yet because, again, trauma sucks.
So GCY helps him along even more. He needs JXS's conscious to get the message loudly enough that he can maybe begin to overcome the fight or flight response his hindbrain is giving him. So he gives him the alternative - we don't have to do anything tonight. We can just watch this show and go to bed. There's no pressure, no expectation, you've got all the control.
And what does JXS feel immediately? Disappointment. Again, that isn't how he wants the night to go at all. It's like GCY is saying to JXS, "you want this too, right? Enough to take the risk? Enough to fall and let me show you that I'll always catch you?"
And then the lights go out. I love that JXS's immediate response is suspicion because, honestly, maybe?? GCY would do this. But it doesn't really matter to me if it was intentional or just a stroke of accidental luck because I LOVE what this does for JXS: when the lights are out and his fear of the dark kicks in - it's GUO CHENGYU he wants. The circumstances serve to remind him that his brain has already associated GCY with safety, with protection, that GCY is the first person he wanted to call the last time he realised his lights were going to be out for a while.
Look at how easily he clings to GCY in this moment. Suddenly the fear of intimacy is gone, overridden by the more urgent need to keep his comfort person close. He's gone from being unable to touch GCY to wrapping himself around GCY's arm. The earlier subconscious barriers, the last few ties that signal GCY as 'danger' are being torn down.
So by the time the candles are all lit - and good lord there are so many, GCY certainly went above and beyond to make sure JXS had NO shadows in the room to trigger him - JXS is feeling very content. Look at the sweet smile he has on his face, the easy way he moves into GCY's embrace. There's no more fear or hesitancy here, JXS knows - both is conscious and subconscious - that GCY is safe, that he can trust him.
So when GCY asks this question and JXS nods, this isn't just one question. GCY is asking, "Is the dark no longer making you scared now with all the candles?" but JXS is answering "Yes, and I'm also not afraid of you anymore."
Which is why when JXS initiates the kiss, it feels right and beautifully earned. I love that GCY still does not force anything - that he even pulls back and gives JXS the opportunity to end things before they can begin even now. Because GCY does not want this if it's not done right, he does not want it if it's not freely given. It's the final test, and he passes it with flying colours and when JXS kisses him, he does it with a smile of affection and the full depth of his longing for GCY because GCY has proved himself.
And JXS finally lets the last physical barrier fall away once GCY takes over the kiss. The pillow that has served as a makeshift shield this entire evening drops away because he doesn't need it anymore, he doesn't need to protect himself from GCY because GCY himself is all the protection he needs, even in a moment this vulnerable.
I love the juxtaposition of these two moments. JXS has his back to the couch in both these scenes, his entire focus on GCY, but he's in such a different headspace when it comes to how he feels about GCY and how ready he is to bare his body and his heart to GCY.
Look at this smile?? He's so happy, but it's almost like he's fighting back tears. There was a time when JXS had given up on love, had given up on ever feeling this way about anyone - not just the desire for intimacy, but the ability to trust that he wasn't going to be betrayed in the aftermath. But he's here now, in the arms of a man who has been there over and over again. Who has kept coming back, even when JXS gave him nothing but rejection. Who has paid attention to what JXS wants and needs, and constantly provided. Who has waited and waited, and even in moments of terrible vulnerability, has never taken anything that JXS wasn't ready and willing to give.
This is a man that is worthy of his love, and JXS is just so grateful that he gets to have this, and gets to make the choice to lay his heart in GCY's hands and know it will be cradled with love and care like the most precious of treasures.
Telling em ur gonna practice some self-defense with them but they're just too helpless, too weak, so you decide to show them instead what happens when you let the nasty men get to you, they're gonna rape you, like this, they'll pin you down like so and they'll shove their, fuck you're so fucking tight, their, fuck, their cock into you. Don't let that happen, okay? If it does, just keep squeezing. Keep fucking squeezing your cunt like that, oh my god kiddo, fuck, yeah, you want it to be over, don't you? Make me cum, make me cum inside and it'll be over, I promise. And then you have to practice all over again
Hearing “ah ah ah where do you think you’re going, brat.” As they yank you back by your hips when you try to pull away from the pleasure being too much >>>>
Gods I need to fuck him so bad. And not even just normally, I need to be rough and possessive with him, holding him face down ass up, pounding into his cunt, gripping his hips so hard they'll leave bruises for days. I need to bite him and mark him up everywhere my mouth can possibly reach, his skin always looks so good covered in my little love bites and hickeys. I need to tell him that he's mine, to have him repeat it back to me with every thrust I make into his needy cunt. I need to fuck him so deeply, so good and rough that he has tears running down that pretty boy face, absolutely fucked out and so out of it that he can only moan and drool and try to beg for more. And fuckk if I could I'd knot and breed him too, claiming him in every possible way I can, claiming him in such a way that he won't want or need anyone else. I just need him badly
fuuuck, god i need this with Him so bad. i need that pretty little mutt begging on his knees..
Something about being told “use your words” has the absolute opposite effect on me. I’ll start sputtering and whining, getting out only noises and some words that are barely coherent.
It gets even worse when they start saying “oh poor thing~ is your brain all mushy? Too dumb to use your words like a good boy?”
You told me you wanted me to tie you up. It took me a few seconds to be sure that you meant it, after all, we were just friends. Yes, we flirted a lot, recurring off-color jokes, but it'd never gone any further. It wasn't until we were finishing watching a series together in my apartment and you found the ropes I was practicing with last night that you confessed to me that you wanted to experience it.
“But don't do anything dirty with me, huh? I'm not into this freaky stuff. I just want to know what you do with this.”
So I said yes. We finished watching the last episodes while I slid the rope over your body. First I made a design on your chest over your shirt while you made jokes about how depraved I was, that I was being "too nice" and that I could tighten more. So I did it. Then I bent your legs, spread them wide, and held them that way by tying them against the couch. I held your wrists against your ankles and little by little, you became more and more immobilized and your laughter became less frequent. But your smile didn't disappear, the expression was different.
It was turning you on, you didn't expect it to have this effect on you but no matter how much you try to avoid it, I can see it in your body language, in how you tremble with the touch of my fingers.
“Does it feel good?” I asked you, even though I already knew the answer. My hands running over your chest, with your rapid breathing. “I thought you weren't into this kind of stuff"
You nodded your head, and my hand went straight to your crotch, resting it on the fabric of your jeans.
“Think of all the things I could do to you now that I have you helpless. No one is coming until tomorrow, I could keep you here aaall night… But you asked me not to do anything dirty to you.”
“No, touch me please.”
“Oh, I thought you had to be a freak to enjoy these things.”
"I'm sorry.--"
“Keep begging.”
I just think it’s practical.
You make me a mess, then you hold me like you’re cleaning up after yourself. Responsible. Considerate. Gentlemanly, even.
Fuck me till I forget how to stand and then remind me—gently, with both hands on my hips and a kiss to the cheek that we’re in love or something equally dangerous. Wipe your mouth, hand me my socks. Ask what I want for dinner.
It’s not depraved. It’s coordinated. We’re good at this. We’ve got a system.
I lean over the sink to rinse a glass—your hands on my waist, just resting there like you’re claiming property.
I burn the toast. You ruin my neck. Balance.
This is our little economy: affection in filth, affection in silence, affection in forehead kisses and fucked-up hair and “don’t forget your keys.”
I want to be the kind of undone that still gets errands done.
Wrecked, yes, but still presentable.
Still picking out produce with shaky hands.
Still saying “yes, babe, cauliflower’s fine,” while remembering the way your mouth felt ten minutes ago. It’s not about sex, not always. Sometimes it’s just about being seen.
Handled.
Known.
the masculine urge to be told to lay there and take it like a good boy