{ He/him, 20s years, just call me Az or any pet name, really. }
Rules:
Fandoms I write for: Blue Lock. (it's my main fandom, so it's more desired); Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Honkai: Star Rail, Obey me, Twisted Wonderland.
Things I not write: in*est, pe*o, besti*iaty, scat, CNC, threesome and more(I just don't like it, lmao), full public sex, free use, female reader, bottom reader, female characters (afab is good tho), afab reader.
Things I will write: just everything that is not above, but most of the time I will write omegaverse, breeding kink, praise kink, soft or romantic sex (Iâm soft), light feminization, creampie, something related to body parts (like, thigh/tit fucking, nipple play, handjob, footjob, etc.). Although, if you want something else, then feel free to write about it, if it is not on the list above, then I will absolutely write about it.
Character limits are 5-7 characters (depending on the complexity and length of what you want). But if itâs some kind of group, like the brothers from Obey me, Third Years from Twisted wonderland and all that, then thatâs okay too.
top!male!reader getting jealous of how close shidou is getting to my pretty hips king sae?
"Oh, come on, dear. Have you seen him? With that, even Cardi B will stand with him and say, "Fuck, yes, I'm definitely bi," you know?"
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : Don't fucking ask where I was. The main thing that I'm back, my men... Probably, lmao. But I will try. <3 That was hard to write, because... I will be too, Shidou, I will be too. It's not proofread, btw.
!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Shidou, Shidou theoretically discussing Sae in different matters, light choking, unprepared sex, a little pain from that obviously, VERY MUCH of dirty talk, reader forces him to talk and talk, it's kinds angst because for me jealousy is not a fleeting feeling, but Shidou is not cheating or loves Sae, really, it's just reader there is slightly or not slightly insecure, hurt/comfort kinda, VERY strange Shidou's fantasies and very strange pet names from him.
"No, like seriously. Did you see it? I've never had this much fun playing a game, hamster!" Shidou giggles like a little kid as the TV shows a replay of their U-20 match. "You see that? We were in perfect sync! You see that? My goal was amazing!"
You just shake your head, keeping Shidou from falling off the couch in joy. The game was awesome, yeah, and you're glad he had fun and you finally got to see each other after a couple months of him being there.
"Yeah, it was good. You did great."
Ryusei just hums contentedly, finally calming down and laying his head on your lap, looking at the screen.
"Yeah, he even gave me his number. And weâ"
"Wait, he what? He gave you his damn number?" you ask, interrupting him, trying to keep your voice more amazed than annoyed. It's just platonic, of course, platonic. Just as friends, yeah.
"Yeah. He hasn't responded to any of my messages, but at least he hasn't blocked me, so that's something..." He shrugs, and you nod. Yeah, Ryusei is just having fun. He just found someone who understands his style of play and doesn't think it's weird, doesn't try to limit him. It's normal. Totally normal.
...
Well, it was normal for a while.
One month later.
"Where have you been?" you ask, turning around to see the door opening.
"Oh, me and Sae were training! I talked him into training, can you believe it?"
"Yeah... It was cool. How did it go?"
Two months later.
"Sorry, I can't... Sae asked me on the walk."
"Sae called...?"
"I was surprised as hell myself, parrot! I never expected it!"
Three months later.
"He was looking at those seagulls in such a funny way. Like they were some kind of symbol of peace for him."
"Yeah..."
"Hey! He asked me to go for a walk along the seashore, I'll bring you a shell, do you want one?"
And so it went on for a few months. You tolerated it, really. He spent too much time with him, which was quite adequate. They were both athletes, unlike you. They had a common interest and... Well, they played perfectly together.
You didn't see anything wrong with it, because Shidou still paid attention to you, even if not as much as before. Until one evening.
He came home late again. Probably too late. You brushed your teeth while he took a shower, wondering what could have kept him so long.
"...Where were you, Ryu?" a question escapes your lips as he steps out of the shower, not bothering to cover himself as he wipes his locks.
"Oh, we were at the beach. And we were skinny dipping... Damn, you should have seen him..."
Shidou was still talking, but you couldn't hear him anymore. The word "naked" kept playing in your head. If they were skinny dipping like that, they could theoretically do other things, right? You couldn't know for sure.
"Did you... Like what you saw?"
"Of course! Who would look at Sae Itoshi and say he's not fucking hot?" Shidou chuckles, clapping you on the shoulder and walking into the bedroom.
Hot. Of course Sae is hot. That's the problem.
Your heart clenches like it's being clenched in an icy fist when you hear that word - hot. Not "handsome," not "attractive," but that scorching, obscene "hot." It rolls off your boyfriend's lips so easily, so casually, as if it were thrown casually at a random passerby, but you know it's not. It falls right into the center of you, burning a hole in the very confidence you've worked so hard to build, brick by brick.
This feeling. It's not a sudden fire, but a slow, smoldering burn that starts with a barely noticeable spark and gradually engulfs everything around it. At first it's just a fleeting sting, a slight doubt whispering in the back of your mind: "What if..." Then it grows, sending roots into every thought, into every memory. You remember his smile, addressed to that other one. You remember his laughter, caused by someone else's joke. Every touch now seems deceptive, every word - a lie.
Insecurity turns into a black sticky fog that covers everything around, distorting reality. You look in the mirror and see not the one you love, but only your shortcomings, magnified a thousand times. Wrinkles seem deeper, the body less perfect, the mind less sharp. Questions swarm in your head, from which there is no escape: "Am I good enough? Am I interesting enough? Why is he with me at all?"
In this shaky world, where you are your own enemy, every action of your partner is perceived as confirmation of your worst fears. A look that lingers on him a little longer than necessary becomes a betrayal. A compliment given to him is proof of your worthlessness. You look for signs, evidence, confirmation, and, as often happens, you find them where they are not.
You are suffocating from bitterness, from resentment, from the fear of losing. You want to scream, demand, accuse. You want to leave so as not to see how he looks at another. I want to hide, to not feel so insignificant. I want to wipe Sae off the face of the earth... Or maybe yourself.
But no. You're not some loser who's going to wallow in self-loathing. You're just going to show your boyfriend who he should really be clinging to.
And here we are.
"My little poppy seed bun, what are youâ" he blurts out, but he's cut off by your push, and he winces in pain, clutching the pillow under his head with a whimper.
"Talk," you whisper, and he looks at you blankly, to which you just click your tongue. "Your fantasies about me."
"Butâ Oh, no, not, fuck, there, nooooot there..."
Ryusei groans hoarsely, clenching around your cock, which is hitting exactly the right spot aggressively, and his eyes close, tears and gods forming on his lashes. It's wonderful.
"Talk... Or I'll stop."
This seemed to invigorate him, because he involuntarily squeezed once more, as if wanting to suck you in even deeper and never let go. He exhaled, squeezing your shoulders, leaving light marks with his nails there.
"I... I often im-imagine that you would fuck me on the football field, you know? It's sooooo... Fucking aro-arousing to me. Or, hnnng..." he cuts off when your hand squeezes his neck and he swallows, feeling your fingers tighten their grip slightly. "I imagine that we are two pigeons and I become, uh, fat? You know, when they start making those sounds and swell up a little. And then for that you wouldâ Ow! For what?"
"What the hell kind of fantasy is this?" you ask, looking at his thigh, where there was a light mark from your slap, and Shido laughs breathlessly.
"I'm kidding, I'm kiiiidding... Mmm, sometimes I im-imagine the two of us, like... You know, a forbidden, aggh, romance. Like, poor and rich... I like that power imbalance... Fuck!"
Ryusei clings to your arm as your hand tightens around his neck, though it doesn't cut off his oxygen supply. Your thrusts are slow, maybe too slow, but so fucking deep that it feels like he's going to have a bruise on his stomach tomorrow.
"Tell me I'm better. Go ahead."
"W-what? Better than who?" Ryusei tilts his head to the side, as much as your position allows, throwing one of his legs over your waist.
"Sae."
Shidou's eyes immediately widen when he hears that body and he laughs, though he immediately groans and tries to calm down once he feels that he's actually started moving on your cock and eventually he's just hiccupping on your cock. Literally.
"Are you jealous?" he asks between sharp breaths, smiling like the idiot he is right now.
"Yeah, you two are too close... You... Always talk about him so well and..." You feel tears forming in your eyes and Shidou immediately softens, grabbing your cheeks, trying to ignore your thrusts that absolutely didn't want to stop despite the delicate situation.
His fingers slide over your eyelashes, wiping away the moisture there and smearing it across your cheeks with a goofy smile. His pink eyes are now filled with an absolutely indescribable tenderness that rarely shows in him.
"I love you, dummy. I really do. I'll cut back on our contact if need be... He's fucking cool, but you? You're absolutely stunning, gorgeous princess dick."
And just like that, his lips are on yours. So loving, so gentle, so savoring. So fucking yours.
You both stop moving except for your tongues against each other until you pull away, your lungs running out of air.
"Are you calm now? Now fuck me properly. I haven't even started telling you a fantasy about me lying on a beach in the Maldives and then you show up, serial foot sniffer, and fuck me in them and then kidnap me and I give you twenty-eight kids and thirty-three cats and thenâ"
Blue Lock cast headcanons who would be the absolute pillow prince, who would be the power bottom, who would be the dominant bottom, who would be the most submissive and eager bottom and who would just enjoy normal sex
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : here is just a listing of characters under different categories. Here are absolutely all male characters that ever appeared in the title (for lovers of one millisecond time characters lmao, if you idk who is that that's completely ok tho), and they can be repeated, because well... Not everyone always behaves the same. Have fun. đ»
!!Warnings: bottom!sub!characters, dom!top!gn (implied male tho)!reader, and... Implied sexual activities, that's all. Read whoever wants, actually. It is not mentioned whether there is penetration or they are just lying and you are on top of them, so imagine what your heart desires. AND let me explain the difference between a power bottom and a dominant bottom from my point. The first type is someone who wouldn't mind switching roles, just someone who likes to switch (or just wants to annoy their partner by moving too slowly or vice versa, whatever, just brats in general). But the second type is more adamant that if they are dominating the scene, they will be dominant from start to finish (although they wouldn't mind switching either, but they are more strict about it, while the first type does it just for fun).
Pillow princes: Kei Shishiyaâ, Yusei Amazora, Takuma Isezaki, Kai Tokita, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Seishiro Nagi, Kisaburo Hijikata, Rikiya Hohaiâ, Asahi Naruhaya, Hyoma Chigiri, Wataru Kuon, Ryosuke Kira, Jinpachi Ego (100% completely), Iori Sato, Soshi Kagura, Daiya Morinaga, Haato Meiji, Itsuki Wakatsuki, Shuto Sendo, Ryusei Shido, Adam Blake (idc he's a straight, he is in closet), Pablo Cavasoz, Eita Otoya, Jyubei Aryu, Ranze Kurona, Rin Itoshi, Kairu Saramadara, Taiga Tsunzaki, Ray Dark, Gabon, Charles Chevalier, Michelin, Kento Cho, Moro, Ruiz, Uraziz, Gomez, So, Miroku Darai, Chris Prince, Young, Arthur, Noel Noa, Michael Kaiser, Bachman, Benedict Grim.
Power bottoms: Keisuke Wanima, Raito Fuwaâ, Yujin Koshinaka, Reo Mikage, Kanji Torikai, Retsu Nerima, Hyoma Chigiri, Jingo Raichi, Yudai Imamura, Tobio Madoka, Fuma Rokkaku, Hibiki Okawa, Mareto Takeyama, Shoei Baro, Rian Sanga, Ruto Koraâ, Kento Cho, Oliver Aiku, Ryusei Shido, Julian Loki, Jyubei Aryu, Jin Kiyora, Kenyu Yukimiya, Rin Itoshi, Kyohei Shiguma, Haruhiko Yuzu, Reiji Hiiragi, Girolan Dabadie, Mick Moon, Akira Endoji, Cucuron, Aiki Himizu, Shizuka Haiji, Tetsu Sokura, Chris Prince, Agi, Noel Noa, Michael Kaiser, Birkenstock, Erik Gesner.
Dominant bottoms: Rensuke Kunigami (After Wild Card), Yoichi Isagi (Isagi with um "white hair", idc that's the same person or Isagi after failed match), Sae Itoshi (That's for him, I swear), Ryusei Shido (he is anything you want him to be), Yo Hiori, Reo Mikage.
Eager and submissive: Keisuke Wanima, Junichi Wanima, Hiromu Munakataâ, Zantetsu Tsurugi, Reo Mikage, Masumi Atatame, Ryo Nameoka, Asahi Naruhaya, Gurimu Igarashi, Jingo Raichi, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami (Pre Wild Card), Yoichi Isagi, Ryosuke Kira, Hirotoshi Buratsuta (why fucking no? Idk if anyone love him, he will be there), Yasumori Hoichi (why fucking no again), Juraki Ito, Shinichi Konan, Ikki Niko, Kosei Otsuka, Tsukoteru Eiyuâ, Haato Meiji, Haru Hayate, Miroku Darai, Oliver Aiku, Ryusei Shido, Teppei Neru, Dada Silva, Aoshi Tokimitsu, Eita Otoya, Jyubei Aryu, Yo Hiori, Ranze Kurona, Kenyu Yukimiya, Tabito Karasu (yeah yeah), Nijiro Nanase, Tetsu Sokura, Aiki Himizu, Shingen Tanaka, Atsuto Tereasa, Gabon, Charles Chevalier, Haruhiko Yuzu, Ohana, Cousin, Poussin, Lavinho, Espresso, Haru Hayate, Teru Kitsunezato, Chris Prince, Damon, Driver, Reiji Hiiragi, Alexis Ness, Theo Sachs.
I think so, yeah. I generally have a type for such characters and my husband is also similar to him or similar characters in a way.
If words could describe how much I love tall, athletic guys with a bitch face, who use one emotion a year and who are straightforward as hell, the world would be a better place. đ„
Thank you so much!! I am so happy to hear that. Glad you like it and considering your next message, don't worry!! You are absolutely lovely, honestly. đ»
I have a request for you!! How about a Sae being fucked after he lost a match and frustrated he fights with the reader, one thing leads to another and he ends up crying while the reader penetrates him.
CAN YOU DO IT PLEASE, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH, I DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH, I SPEAK SPANISH, BUT I LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE.
Thanks!
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : hey, bitches. Don't ask where I've been, you can assume that life has been too good and I've been in heaven for the last... A couple months(?) and I have 89 requests. I'll do them, yeah. I'll try, really hard. I'll do a couple today. ,
!!Warnings: top!male!reader, bottom!Sae, Sae is slightly more dominant but there's no dom/sub, crying (obviously), by the way, it's mostly hurt/comfort, not sexual contact, but a little later in the beginning and at the very end it's still there (I was drawn to something more tragic, and I also just can't imagine Sae crying during sex, so I did it emotionally), pretty wholesome overall!!
"You... regret giving that ball away, huh?" The question escapes your lips as Sae rewinds the footage of his match for the thirty-seventh time, probably trying to get something across to you, himself, or both of you.
"No regrets. I'm annoyed. If I knew that striker was that bad..." Sae sighs, running a hand through his hair, and then turns his gaze to you.
And his eyes are surprisingly thoughtful as he pokes your chest lightly and then just pushes you, causing your figure to fall onto the couch, and he is hovering over you, stroking the curve of your chin.
"You're going to fuck me... Now," Sae says it a little hesitantly, not wanting to force you to do anything, especially just out of spite, but his eyes immediately widen when you switch him and you, instead pressing him to the couch.
And here we are...
"You're always so tight after matches, you know?" a rhetorical question escapes your lips and you feel Sae's palm on your ass squeeze.
"All my muscles are tense... It's normal," Sae mutters, looking down, watching how your cock disappears and reappears inside him.
And this time, for some reason, it really fascinates him. The older Itoshi exhales sharply, looking up at your face, which immediately becomes slightly worried when you see his clouded gaze... Which shouldn't have appeared in the first round.
"Is it okay? We can stop or..." you stop your movements, but squeak when you feel his heel kicking your thigh, and you resume the pace, and he just shakes his head and whispers: "It's okay, really. Don't be an idiot, you haven't fucked me properly yet."
Sae's voice twitched slightly at the end, when the head of your dick rested exactly where it should. And his hands instinctively grabbed your shoulders, pressing your body into his own and his breath caught when he felt your warm, rapid breath on the skin of his neck.
That fucking moment with the ball continues to spin in his head. That cocky smile of that brunette when he said he would score. His own perfect, beautiful pass... And that one-celled bastard sends the ball fifteen meters beyond the net.
Why does he really care so much? He shouldn't care, it's not his fault he trusted that idiot. He would have stuck with Sae anyway, but there was still a feeling of anxiety in his heart back then, a feeling of fucking insecurity that he least wanted to feel now. Right now, he should feel amazing when you penetrate him, hug you, kiss you, listen to your stupid compliments and let you know how good he feels.
But he couldn't.
He thought it would make him get rid of everything. Of course it feels good. Who wouldn't feel good when their man holds them so carefully and does all this to their body? But this... It's just not like usual.
Sae feels an unpleasant lump in his throat, which he can't swallow, and a traitorous sob escapes his lips. His shoulders are shaking. The legs wrapped around your hips fall. And his cold hands immediately cover his face.
You stop immediately, not expecting him to cry. Well, not during sex, obviously. Does it hurt? Or maybe he doesn't like it? Are you overdoing it? You...
"Get out of me."
Four quiet words break you out of your thoughts and you immediately pull out your dick and Sae removes one hand from his face, which was already tear-stained, his eyes and nose turned bright red and he looked into your eyes.
"What happened? Did I do something wrong, Sae?" you ask hesitantly, and he just shakes his head and kisses the corner of your lips so that you don't worry too much, and then buries his face in your chest, just shaking and soaking your T-shirt with tears.
"I don't know why I'm crying," the Japanese mumbles, clinging to you like a cat clinging to a radiator in winter. He seeks comfort in you, such a rare, but such a necessary consolation for the shaky balance in his soul.
You just hug him and kiss the top of his head, burying his face in the midfielder's disheveled hair, starting to rock him in your arms and humming some melody. Even if it was stupid or you couldn't sing and it sounded out of tune. Just to let Sae know he wasn't alone, to affect almost all of his senses.
"... Do you want me to beat him up?" You ask as the shaking in his shoulders subsides slightly, though the crying continues judging by the liquid seeping through the fabric onto your chest.
"Seriously? If I tell you to kill him, you will?" He asks, wiping his face, exhaling shakily, trying to catch his breath and then looking up at you.
"Only if you visit me in prison."
Sae snorts at this, but says nothing, because words are unnecessary here. Completely unnecessary, his hands fall on your shoulders and he climbs into your lap, looking into your eyes, and then kisses the tip of your nose.
"I will."
You blush slightly at this, which makes Sae smile a little, almost imperceptibly. Just a slight upturn of the corners of her lips, and then it turns into something more sly.
"I owe you, don't I?"
He asks and you twitch as he takes your now semi-hard cock and lifts his hips, rubbing the rim of it right against the head.
"What? Saeâ Fuck!" You breathe out, grabbing his hips as he sits down on your cock in one easy motion... Well, at least you comforted the man you love, right?
"Relax. It's your turn to cry, love," Sae mumbles, leaning down to your neck, kissing the crook of your shoulder and neck, starting to move his hips in a figure eight, and your cock immediately begins to harden again, causing Sae to only moan in pleasure.
Only a 6/10đ? IMO I thought it was like a 7.5/10 or somewhere around that but I also thought the plot was cool so Iâm biased ig (also didnât like the ending that much, felt cheap in a way? The villain was hot tho and I actually liked his character) I liked the short dude with the hammer the most and then the one with long hair (fubuki?) I started the second playthrough with the girl mc just to get the achievement (it took me like 47 hours to finish the game with yuito)
The ending is too obvious for my taste. That's why I only gave it a six. I would have given it even lower if the plot wasn't so funny. MAYBE my opinion would have changed if my nerves had been enough to get through the second MC, but no.
Anon, who has never seen tall people, for you I measured my height again. And thank you for letting me know my mistake, I really am not 6'7, I am 6'4 (193 cm), thank you very much. đ»
Have you played Scarlet Nexus? I think itâs entirely plot driven but itâs a fun game (although the fighting can get repetitive sometimes) plus thereâs two mcâs with different plot lines but their stories connect
Yes!! Although I only played it from Yuito's perspective (I didn't particularly like the plot, I couldn't handle the plot from Kasane's perspective). Not my favorite type of plot, so I'd give it a 6/10, but it's funny in principle.
I don't know if you write for this character but I'll ask anyway, sub! eita otoya đđđ I luv him and I haven't seen much of him with a male reader đ
MASTERLIST is here.
#a.n. : this was really hard to write because he's literally my least favorite character??? Sorry, not a fan of playboys and that type of character in general. But it was okay to make fun of him a little, so it's okay.
!!Warnings: dom!top!male!reader, sub!bottom!Eita, protected sex, the actual plot is that Eita is a closeted gay man and the reader brings him out of it, slow sex (not romantic, just to make his brain work harder), kind of a mixture of praise and humiliation, I'm not sure, hair pulling.
"Oh, just look at you, what a wonderful boy, huh?" you hoot, kissing Eita's temple as your hips slowly and steadily move in and out of his soaking hole.
"Shut up... Just shut up," escapes his lips as he struggles to keep any sounds from escaping his mouth as he claws at the bed linen beneath him.
A smirk grows on your lips as you watch the way his back arches to push his ass closer to you. The way his hair sticks to the sweaty back of his neck. The way his breath hitches with each thrust in just the right place.
He could say whatever he wants, but his body language wasn't lying. Oh no, he absolutely wanted this, wanted to be fucked by you, maybe more. Sure, a guy like him had dozens of girls he'd dated, dumped, cheated on, kissed flying before his eyes. All that, you know? But no, that wasn't the point, not his desire to be noticed. Not now. Right now, he just wanted to make sure you didn't notice the obvious signs of his arousal.
Like the way his precum was staining the sheets beneath him way too much. "But you like it, Eita," he winces when he hears the laugh that escapes your lips, so cruel, almost sadistic, but he knows you don't want to hurt him in any way. Well, maybe just his ego.
"Eita? I'm talking to you," you whisper, sliding your free hand into his hair, then gripping it and pulling his head back, making him let out a strangled wheeze.
His back was pressed against his chest, trying to lower himself back down, feeling the angle of your thrusts increase, but you just held him, stopping his thrusts and making sure your cock was just right.
"Are you going to answer me, doll?"
You ask in that sweet voice that would drip sugar if it were possible. Doll. What the fuck. How many girls has he called that? Probably a lot. Too much, if we're being honest.
He clenched his jaw, trying not to move, to breathe evenly, to just not look at you. Anything. Anything to avoid admitting what he didn't want.
"Something like that..." is a pathetic, almost silent word that escapes his bitten lips, and they press into a thin line when he feels your chest resonate with a giggle.
"Well, that's a small step, I guess?"
Otoya hiccups, feeling your cock start moving again, more sharply, but still just as slowly. He whimpers, throwing his head back onto your shoulder, wanting to lie down again, but you won't give him that privilege, not after he called sex with girls the best thing in the world. But the poor thing probably didn't even do it, and fed it all from sites you know what...
"I'm going to make you scream that you're gay, little one. Got it? You're going to play fucking football with your legs buckled, all the girls are going to look at you and think you're injured, but it's just your fucking guts that's been rebuilt," your lips slide over his ear, biting the lobe and pulling it down just a little, soothing the bite with your tongue.
Your eyes immediately light up when you see his hand reluctantly reaching for his cock, which is practically dripping from your actions. His walls are breaking down, the closet doors are opening wider and someday the whole fucking world is going to know about it. And you're going to be the reason for that.
I NEED TO LISTEN ABOUT HOW YOU OR HIM IDK DO PROPOSITION LIKE MARRIAGE IM VERY BAD AT ENGLISH SORRY đŠ đŠ đŠ
Of course, thank you!! We both proposed. I invited him on a cruise on the Pacific Ocean two years ago and there was an evening with a symphony orchestra and I thought "well, now I'll do it". I wanted to do it for about half a year before that, but I kept putting it off. And so, I get down on one knee, give a huge speech, end up crying (I'm a bit of a crybaby, yes), and this man looks at me with a huge smile from ear to ear and takes out a box with a ring from his pocket. It was really funny, we also got a free dinner for newlyweds, lol.
And we didn't have a normal wedding, neither of us are fans of huge parties. We just went, got married, put wedding rings on each other, said our vows, went to a restaurant and I took him away on our honeymoon (although it lasted for eight, but it doesn't matter).
How did you and your boyfriends first kiss/time go?
LMAO, the memories of my first kiss are just awful (in a good way). When I was 9 and he was 11, we went to the movies to see some horror movie (his aunt worked at the movies, that's why they let us in in such young age). We were sitting in the back row, I was really laughing at the scenes, while he looked at me like I was an idiot (he always looks at me like that), while I was giggling when the actress on the screen was getting torn apart. Well, anyway, after he took me to the movie, I took his hand and asked him to lean over, I wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned around and I kissed him on the lips...
If you want a conscious kiss, it was when we first started dating, like when I was 12. Anyway, we went on a double date with his friends one time. And they were kissing all the time, it was gross to watch, especially with the guy grabbing her ass all the time (they were 13, guys)... But I said I wanted it too, because we'd been dating for 6 months at that point, but we'd never kissed. So he just leaned over and kissed me, and then blushed so cutely (he's only blushed four times in my life that I can remember, I remember every single one).
And the first time... It happened when I was 18 and he 19 (well, almost 20).
I flew to him when I entered university. I literally ran into him at the airport, because I hadn't seen or touched him for two years, guys. Even he was clingy, well, in his own way. I moved in with him, because he was renting an apartment, well, it was just easier that way. And that same day he sent me to the store, more firmly than he usually did, well, I went without asking questions, of course. And when I come, I don't find him anywhere, until I go into the bedroom and fuck... He was lying there in just a silk robe and stockings, and I just, I don't know, I had such a strange surge of emotions then. And it was incredibly, terribly messy, because we were both virgins in a physical sense, but everything went wonderfully. I even still remember how it was. :( He sucked me off (it was indescribable), then he allowed me to do it back, and even finger him (it was terrible, but he still enjoyed it), and then after billions of times convincing me that everything would be ok, I fucked him. Well... We did this for about two hours, counting the breaks, and it was cosmically good, although I got beaten with a pillow for biting his chest too hard, lol, although almost every intimate moment of ours ends like that.
I have read your latest posts and I just wanna say that you both are so cute (ur husband and u>:))
So Soo I was curious! Since the dom/sub dynamics stereotypically depends on the height difference if not the personalities, What are your And Mr. Husband's heights if i may ask? Its completely okay if u dont wanna answer!
Oh And another question! Do u have preferences kinks when it comes to ur private time? :3 Again i think these are too personal so its oki to not answer them and sorry for making you uncomfortable in advance!
Tysm for ur time And dont forget to stay hydrated! đ€
-Z
Hi, Z!! Thank you very much!!
For us, it doesn't depend on height at all, because I'm much taller than him. I'm about 6'7 (201 cm), and my wonderful man is 6'0 (182.5 cm). For us, it's decided by his mood (I don't give a damn who dominates). It's just that if he feels especially cheeky, which happens quite rarely, then he even provokes me to dominate, lol. Otherwise, I'm allowed to dominate only if I had an irritable day at work (he is a dentist, I am a family and relationship lawyer, yes), or if he feels tired (which is also quite rare).
As for kinks and preferences in general... There's nothing special on my part, everything is pretty typical. I just want him to feel good and I just like normal, romantic sex, but he... He's a real pervert, and I don't mind. Mostly, if we don't get too carried away, he just likes to ride me (and I really like looking at his back, I repeat, I have a very big fetish for the spine, lmao). He also likes to tie me up sometimes with my own ties, or oh my god he really likes role-playing games like patient and doctor, considering that he has a lot of doctor's uniform from his internships at university.
You can read more about something specific here, sweetie.
Omg?? HELP WHY IS IT SO RELATIONSHIP GOAL CODED!! good communication, plot from a vanilla smut manga, and open expressions.. omg!
I feel really happy for the both of you! You both seem really loving (and we all love a good power bottom). I want more story times! Like how did it go? Were there any drama? How did he realize his own feelings? Etc. need more!
By the way, if we're allowed to ask more, I'm really curious about your(and his) kinks/fetishes. Again, no need to answer if uncomfortable!
Thank you, we are very proud of it. We are both two mature men after all. As for the drama, there was none, except for one moment. Literally a couple of days before the relationship began, Michael (my man) told me that he was friends with a girl (I donât remember her name anymore, but letâs call her Sarah). And then he introduced me to her, and this Sarah literally clung to him. Just so you understand, he is not tactile at all, he hates when someone other than me touches him, so imagine my shock when I see that she is literally squeezing him in her arms, and he does not mind??? I burst into tears then, to be honest. But he explained that this was a girl from his neighbor, with whom his mother introduced him and that same day he confessed to her that he was gay and in love with me. She was incredibly shocked (she is very homophobic, lol), but accepted it, because she loves me, and considered me the only option, since her son is gay. But that day I experienced such incredible stress, I thought that that was it, he didnât love me.
When we were older, we had like three fights??? But I just can't stand it when he's angry with me, so I come to him a few minutes later when he's cooled down and we discuss everything, but we never yell, he just expresses his dissatisfaction to me very sharply, but then he realizes it. So we never fought too much, just small omissions.
How our relationship started... I just asked my dad to invite him over to some made up party (he literally invited him to a "my son's first step" party). And he teased me about it and I got really upset because I still didn't know he loved me too and went out on the porch to sit. I thought he was treating me like a kid because well I'm two years younger but he just sat next to me and we stared at the sunset for a few minutes and then out of nowhere he just says "I love you, idiot. Just teasing, didn't mean any of it. If you hadn't made the first step you wouldn't have bumped into me as a kid y'know?" I then looked at him like he was the greatest miracle in the world (because he is) and just gave him the biggest hug which made us fall off the porch lol but it was more than worth it. He literally had to drag me into the house because I wouldn't leave his side (he used the privilege until I hit puberty and grew taller than him, heh).
According to him, he realized his feelings when he was about 12 years old (for comparison, I realized them exactly at the moment we met, I never stopped believing that this man was mine, even if I was 4). He was going through a hard time then, puberty, his mother was an alcoholic, his father loved his sister more, all that stuff. And he was into self-harm, not much, but it happened. His friends once saw it and laughed, saying that he was asking for attention, and I just hit one of them then, pushing Michael behind my back and threatened those guys. I donât know what motivated me then, considering that there were five of them, they were bigger, and I definitely wouldnât have won the fight, but I was scared for him then, I wanted no one to hurt him ever again. And when they left, saying they didn't want to deal with the child, I immediately started looking at his hands frantically to make sure he hadn't gotten anything into the wounds and that they were well treated. It was one of the three times I saw him cry (not counting intimate ones), I thought I had upset him then. :(
And kinks! So many people want to know about this, it's even funny. If I don't mention what I said here, then I would say that I personally have a HUGE kink for praise, I love it when he praises me and I love to do it back. I also have a kink for body worship, sometimes we even go into role-playing games like something divine or angelic, because in my eyes he is exactly that. Mmm, if you don't count my spine fetish, then I also love breasts and legs in general, no matter hips, knees, feet, really. I incredibly love sucking his chest, not even in an intimate way, I just love lying and chewing on his nipple, it strangely relaxes me. I really like to leave marks on him (it doesn't matter if it's hickeys, bites, or maybe bruises from handprints), I swear, even if he covered my mouth and tied me up (which he does quite often), I would still manage to leave a couple. I also absolutely love looking at him in feminine clothes. He has a very androgynous appearance and if he were to wear makeup, he could easily be mistaken for a girl. And he looks so otherworldly??? I swear, every time I come home from work and see him in lingerie or, God forbid, in silk dressing gowns, my knees buckle.
As for him, I can make a very long list, but I will tell you about something more common (you can ask again if you are interested). His fetishes are my hands (especially my wrists, I have veiny hands with thin fingers, he really likes that), my eyes (I have one eye divided in half by brown and green, well, the right side is brown, and the left is green, he really likes that) and my muscles in general (I am a bodybuilder, I do not hide it, and he really likes it, so of course, I work out). Kinky... He loves dirty talk, well, he loves to do the talking himself, and he's VERY good at it. But he also loves it when I talk, although I'm usually very vocal in sex and I don't have time to talk, but when I'm in that mood, then yes. He loves overstimulation or orgasm denial, he just knows that I won't argue, maybe whine, but never argue. So he just takes advantage of it (with consent of course). He also hates sex with a condom, it's easier for him to wash my sperm off his body or inside, though I don't know why, he just doesn't like the feeling (but everything is fine, we don't have STDs and we are each other's only partners, so everything is safe). What else... Does he have a weird fetish, if you can call it that, for calling me "puppy"? I don't know, it excites him, it excites me too, so everything is fine, I just remind him of a Doberman. He loves to dance for me, he seriously went to striptease, twerk, belly dancing, lap dancing for me and learned to dance them. I have a little voyeuristic inclinations, but it's more like "I like to watch and I like when I'm not allowed to touch". And oh my god, these are the best moments of my life, he's such a tease at such moments. He also loves it when I pull his hair. Not harshly, just when I pull it to kiss him or just to pull his head back. We both have long hair (mine is down to my shoulder blades, his is down to his waist), so it's welcomed on my part too. And finally... I don't know. He really loves fucking to music, he sometimes deliberately doesn't let me push into him myself (we mostly fuck in cowgirl or reverse cowgirl positions, so I don't really have that privilege, but this way I'm even more deprived of it) until a song ends or until I start begging him if he stretches it out over several songs.
i literally love the way you mention your husband sm on your blog, itâs the cutest shit ever. (just out of curiosity) would you consider the two of you to be childhood sweethearts or was there phase that the two of you werenât together??? itâs totally fine if you donât wanna answer, i just really wanted to say how cute it is that you mention him
Thank you!! I just love this man more than anything in my life. Anyway, we met in kindergarten and we had playgrounds nearby and I somehow made my way to his, and since he is two years older, I bumped into him, breaking some nightstand in half and fuck when he said "watch where you are going, idiot" and extended his hand to me, I knew that he would be mine. Then it turned out that we lived in the same multi-story building, on different floors and I was constantly running after him for walks. When he were in high school and I was 14, I finally got him to agree to a date with me (he was in love, he is just terribly stubborn). Then at 18 he flew away to another country to study and we had a long-distance relationship until I went to study there too in two years, but in a different faculty... So I would say that we were rather the only love of each other in our entire lives.
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