hnhghng hornie™️

27 she/her NSFT sideblog to Shiny-Self-Shipping Don't be fooled by the word "overnight" I'm not afraid to Horny Post during the day~ —Please read pinned post—

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

PLEASE READ

First things first (I'm the realest): if you're under 18, I can't physically force you to get outta here, but I do highly encourage it. It makes me extremely uncomfortable to share NS//FW content with minors, even when it's out of my control. If you're going to stay, at least do me a favor and don't interact with my posts. Please. If I go to check out the blog of someone who rebloged/replied to a post and I see you’re a minor, you’re getting blocked on sight.

TAG LIST:

I... don't have a solid tag list just yet. I'm workshopping it.

On my main selfship blog I tag different types of posts (imagines, PSAs, memes, etc) but I don't think I'll be doing that here. I won't be tagging posts as NS//FW because uh. Every post here is NS//FW. And I'm not about to add that tag to every god damn post. Like, read the room people, expect sin.

I am ALWAYS taking tag requests, so if anything triggers you or if you just don't want to see it, jump into my asks or send me a DM and let me know. I'm here to make sure everyone is comfy and having fun and tags help with that! ☺️❤️

I plan on posting some of my writing (your girl writes uhhhhh A Lot of smut fics in her free time) and I'll post those under the tag "filthy fiction" in case anyone wants to read them 👀 I'll be posting small previews to this blog, while the full fics will be posted on my ao3, ShinyRed, if you want to keep reading.

Tags for more intense content (rough sex/hate sex, BDSM practices, dubious consent (I will NEVER post r*pe or noncon) will be provided.

Idk if I'll need an art tag because I can't draw explicit art (I tried, looks bad), plus tumblr would shoot me out of the sky if I tried posting Naughty Shit, but if I reblog someone else's art I'll tag it as ~not my sin~

For a full f/o list, please check out my main, shiny-self-shipping.

I’m always accepting requests, but I can’t promise a timely response. I’m a busy woman with a busy schedule most days, and I do all of this in my free time. Sometimes I’m not free for several days. I do promise, however, to respond to every ask I receive, even if it’s just to say “yeah no I won’t write this because of X.” Speaking of which...

Subjects I will not write (this list is thorough, fair warning):

Incest

Anything involving death

DDLG/Ageplay/Age regression as a kink (I will absolutely write SFW age regression, but not if it’s sexual, so this blog won’t be the place for it. Hop on over to my main if you’d like me to write some age regression stuff)

Bestiality

Animalistic behaviors, like predator/prey

Underage

Scat/Omorashi

Extreme BDSM, like heavy bondage and torture devices (Nothing against it, I just don’t know jack shit about some of the more intense practices, plus they kinda make me uncomfy... I’m not a fan of borderline torture when it comes to sex)

Altered states, like aphrodisiacs or drugs/alcohol

Abuse (conditioning, non-consensual spanking or hitting, non-consensual degredation/humiliation, stealthing)

Transphobic clothing kinks (cross dressing, forced feminization), name-calling, or futanari

Human furniture

Fisting

Sex involving blood/weapons/wounds/violent acts

I also won’t write for any f/os that aren’t on my f/o list. It’s hard for me to write for characters I’m not familiar with, so if you share an f/o with me and want to sling a request my way, go nuts, but if it’s someone I don’t know I can’t help you. Exceptions might be made for characters from source material my f/os are from (example: I don’t self ship with Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds, but I’m familiar with her, so if you request something for her I might take a swing at it)

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

Do it.

Because I’m horrifically bad at keeping up with asks, I’ve forgotten what this is about. I do know, however, that it doesn’t actually matter, because any and every horny idea that tumbles into my brain is acted upon without a second thought. But I appreciate the encouragement nonetheless.

[wondeurland]

guy who keeps babbling "i love you i love you i love you" when he spills into you

[wondeurland]

bonus points if it’s his first time saying it to you too - with it being followed by him whimpering how precious and beautiful you are to him all the while gripping your hips to keep you and him as one

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

TUMBLR ATE MY FUCKING POST

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

I’m in the mood to write some smut somebody quick throw some prompts at me

[scandalabraswick]

There is a serious, serious lack of Scandalabra content, and tiktok + tumblr have blessed me well so I decided to make an account here and give back 🥲🕯 posted to tiktok first under the same username!!

Proud to be a day 1 Scandal lover <3 😏

[barleyo]

Pull.

Scandalabra X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: teeniest tiniest oneshot of my lovely husband scandy: super self-indulgent, unfortunately

Tags: dry humping/grinding, clothed sex, hair pulling, making out

Wordcount: ~0.2k

"That's right, darling, you mustn't be too careful," Scandalabra said with a soft pant and he lay under you, cheeks flushing a deep crimson. 

Your arms were thrown over his shoulders, a hand resting at the nape of his neck with a handful of his thick, silky hair in your grip. You gave it a sharper tug, testing his waters. 

"I didn't know you were so sensitive to this," you said, eyes trailing his sharp features as he reacted to your every pull. 

You felt his cock twitch in his pantaloons. It stirred to attention when you threaded your hands deeper through his mess of hair. 

He hissed softly, bucking his hips into you at a harsh tug. "Very. Apologies, you are quite good at this. It makes me feel so—"

"Horny? I could tell."

Scandalabra gave a soft laugh and hummed. "I suppose you could say that. This does s—sort of give it away, no?" He watched as his hips stuttered into your clothed heat. He felt helpless to his own desires, feeling a familiar build-up rise through his loins. "God, pull harder. And kiss me, won't you?"

You yanked his head upwards to meet your gaze and obliged. You pressed your lips against his for what felt like only a brief minute before he lost himself. He clutched your shoulders to grind your body over his aching erection. Beside himself in lust—in love—Scandalabra pulled away with a dissatisfied groan.

"Come now," he fiddled with the clasp of your pants, eagerly wanting you out of them. "I shouldn't have wasted that. My seed belongs only in you, darling."

[barleyo]

Extinguish.

Scandalabra X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: fully inspired by some masochist scandalabra art i saw from @/gurosquid on twitter. i love fetishizing this candle-fuck's pain and suffering. i adore him. please enjoy, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

Tags: masochism, biting, choking, blood, pain play, slapping, fdom/msub, p in v, cunnilngus, violent depictions

Wordcount: 1.8k

You knew of your precious Scandalabra's sexual proclivities. You would never think to judge him, though others were quick to. He was usually so open with what he wanted from you, a fact you were greatly appreciative of, but something had seemed off about him in the bedroom. His eyes wandered away from you more and more now. He bit his tongue and hid his pretty noises, sounding less like the wanton mess you had grown to adore, and more like a beaten dog, shameful and whimpering at the sight of its own shadow.

If you did not know better, you'd assume he was getting bored of you. That simply wasn't possible, considering how he seemed to worship you outside of sex. The love was all still there, every yearning glance and titillating touch was ever present, but the passion was strained.

You wanted to corner him and get the answers, but that was not the way to deal with your little flame.

No, you had to be very delicate with him. Receptive and attentive in your ways. You had to follow his movements with a close eye to find what you wanted, and the more you did so, the more it all added up.

"You're so beautiful, love," Scandy said through wet panting, lips aching to connect back with yours.

You hummed into another kiss with him, keeping your lips firm and forceful against his. You knew how he loved to play second string to you, letting you take the lead most nights. 

It was nice. Sweet, loving kisses exchanged between the two of your with fervor. That was just it, though. Nice was nice, and sweet was sweet, but Scandalabra wanted more than kindness and love. He wanted your full control, and pecks just weren't telling of the power you had over him. 

You pulled away from him with a confused look. A hand toyed with his cravat, running over the thin fabric. 

"What's the matter?"

He let his lips part, expecting words to come, but they never did. "Ah—no matter." He saw the disappointment radiate off of you in waves and flinched internally. 

Upsetting you was never the goal. He would sooner eat his own wick than purposefully disappoint you, his darling love. He figured that shame could be pushed aside. He could breadcrumb you towards what he wanted, that way, you both would feel more satisfied than not. 

"Well," he said, dancing around his true desires carefully, "kiss me deeper, won't you?" He let his hands fall down beside his lap. "Like you mean it."

That was doable, you thought. If he wanted a real kiss, you could give him that. If it would make him happy—if it would bring back you fiery boy that had been gone for so long—you could do that easily.

You pressed your lips against his again, but parted your lips and slipped your tongue into his mouth with bold, passionate movements. This was better, still not exactly what he wanted, but better. And it only got better once your teeth started to clash against his in a crude dance of sorts. 

Perhaps you had gotten too excited, who could blame you? Or perhaps nerves had crept up into you. Either way, your teeth came down over Scandalabra's tongue with great force, pinching the wet muscle painfully. 

You felt his chest still under your body and you, again, pulled away. Rather than confusion, your face showed shock. The second the taste of his coppery blood passed your lips, you knew you had messed up. 

"Are you okay? God, I'm so sorry," you said, quickly pushing yourself out of his lap.

Your eyes traced the slow path of blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, taunting you as it slipped from his red stained lips down to his jaw.

You tried to wipe his face with you sleeve, but he held your wrist in place. Great, just great. He didn't even want your help? Surely, he just wanted you to leave him alone. Who would blame him? You bit the hell out of the poor guy!

"God, I'm so stupid, I—I'm sorry," you said again, pulling your wrist back and clearing the room as quick as you could. You felt awful, hurting poor Scandalabra. One careless move, ruining the whole moment. 

While you threw yourself a private pity party in your bedroom, Scandy had let his trousers down and was roughly palming himself. He hissed a harsh breath between clenched teeth and sucked on his own bleeding tongue, trying to coax more of the taste out. He sat for a few more seconds, trying to milk himself for not only his cum, but his blood too, with the sweet points of your canines still on his mind.

You were, unknowingly, one step closer to finding him out.

If you describe how you felt with Scandy between you legs, you would call it suffocating. In the best way, of course, but there was no way to escape or flee when he went down on you. For how femininely he presented himself, he was damn strong, and his hands hooked over your thighs offered no freedom of movement. 

For better or worse, you were stuck with his hot tongue abusing your clit. By the second orgasm, you were spent, but your whines fell on purposefully deaf ears. 

"Fuck," you cursed, trying to shut your legs. His hands, of course, shut your movements down quickly. "It's too much, Scandy, please."

He just shook his head. Whether it was a 'no,' or just another way for him to flick his devilish tongue over your clit, you had no idea. What you did know, was that if you came even one more time, you could cry. Overstimulation was starting to tick at your core and nag your brain. Every Iight in your mind was going off: stop him before your legs gave out, they seemed to say. 

While your thighs were trapped, your hands were free enough to push him. You tried, with all your might, you really did, but he was relentless. His heavy head wouldn't budge an inch. You let out a sob and gripped his hair instead, pulling it sharply. Harder than you meant to, but you were too blinded by the instant relief to notice how your fisted hand had ripped him away from your cunt.

You felt a heat prick your already warm skin and groaned, staring up at the ceiling. You mentally cursed the AC for slacking, but really, the heat came from Scandalabra himself. 

Lip bitten tightly between his gapped teeth, face flushed, and tip leaking beneath him on the mattress. His wick burned brightly atop his head. 

Two steps closer. Nearly there.

You prayed he would forgive you if you were wrong on this, but you were a smart cookie and figured that so many slips like this could only mean one thing. You saw how he acted when you started to get a little rough, intended or not, but firing on all canons like this was a true risk.

You were mounted on Scandalabra, legs on either side of him. Riding was always fun, he got to see every inch of you, all above him and powerful. One of the few positions where you had all the control. 

"I know you've been lying to me," you said casually after setting a pace with him, letting your body rock with intent.

He looked at you, half-expectant, half-fearful. "Lying? What would I have to lie about, da—?"

"None of that 'darling' stuff now, mister." Your hand cupped his jaw and titled his head upwards to meet your eyes. Your gaze was anything but sharp, rather, you looked at him with quiet adoration. Slight mockery, sure, but mostly love! "You've been hiding things from me. Things you're ashamed of."

Oh. That. 

"What do you mean?" he asked coyly as ever, trying to look far more innocent than he was. 

You slid your hand from his jaw to his throat, your grasp tightening as you went. You felt his pulse in your palm, almost as if you were holding his jumpy heart. Each breath, every swallow, had to receive your permission to pass. You felt the fingers contort and squeeze harder, trying to feel every inch of his neck. 

"I mean," you mumbled, leaning closer to his face, "this. You've been hiding this, that you want this." Your breath fanned over him, warm and sweet as you inched closer. 

He twitched inside of you, his cock spurring to life with you touch. You saw him nod softly, once, twice, just enough to egg you on. 

You felt his throat bob under your grasp again, and immediately tightened your grasp. You cut him off from it all—speaking, swallowing, fuck, you didn't even leave enough slack for proper breathing, but he wouldn't have it any other way. The way you started to kiss him contrasted all of it so perfectly. Your soft lips pecked his, teasingly. 

"You thought I wouldn't find out why you were drawing away from me? Thought I couldn't figure out why pain looked so good on you?"

His face was creeping into the territory of a lovely, flushed pink. Blush or lack of oxygen, it didn't matter. It was perfect on him, even if it made him dizzy. 

"I've done some research on little pain-whores like you. I know what gets you off," you continued, tracing a line over his bottom lip with your thumb. "Wanna see what I learned?"

Suddenly, you let go of his throat, and he lurched forward, taking deep, greedy breaths. The color slowly faded from his face and left him looking normal again. He coughed while nodding, though, looking up at you with wet, desperate eyes when he was done. The subtle marking around his neck was already starting to bruise. 

You held his face in your hands, scouring his face for any doubt. When you found none, you brought one hand backward, and let it go. The quick, sharp sound of your palm flying back to his cheek was nearly covered up by the shaky gasp he let out. 

Red. The mark your hand left was a sizzling, stinging red. Practically warm to the touch and perfectly aching. 

"Again."

You stifled a soft laugh, running your thumb over his untouched cheek. If this was what he wanted, it was what you would do. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love the hungry look in his eye.

Besides, you felt a little bit of sick satisfaction, getting him back for weeks of hiding this side of himself. Served him right, the bastard.

"Anything for you," you said, winding your hand back again, ready to deliver another taste of heaven.

[barleyo]

Flicker.

Scandalabra X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: my Scandy finally gets to be a bit more dominant. while i love him as a sub, he's a switch at heart, i know. fem? yes. but sub? not always!

Tags: p in v, quickies, insecurity, unintentional emasculation, cucking mentions, mdom/fsub

Wordcount: 1.2k

Another night, another rendezvous with another person. Scandalabra was beyond excited. This was another chance to hear the long and short of your "date." Who would you be seeing tonight? What would you talk about? What would you do together? 

He loved it. He loved every part of it. 

He loved primping you up and getting you ready to be ravished by another. He loved watching you choose your outfit of the night and the undergarments under to match. He loved steadying you on your weak legs as you walked back to your bedroom to regale him of the nitty details. He loved the scent of another person on you when he, himself, finally got his turn. He loved being next in line. Getting someone's seconds of the woman who belonged to him. But, in times like this, he ached to be first. 

Too much excitement in your eye. Bouncing on the heels of your feet.

"Who is it that is lined up tonight then, darling?" he asked, sharp eyes dragging over you. 

Everything about your frame screamed "fuck me." Rarely was he jealous that others got to experience that before him, but today seemed different. He felt off, and oddly down on himself for such a confident bloke. Perhaps his curls weren't sitting right, or his makeup was slathered on and far too cakey. Perhaps it was the chill in the air when you answered his question. 

"We've got someone new for tonight," you said, adjusting your hair in the mirror. 

For some reason, reasons beyond you, you felt the need to look especially soft tonight. Gentle and feminine. It wasn't quite often that you got to be that way, which you didn't entirely mind. Scandalabra called for you to be dominant and ruling, same with many of your lovers. It was fun, truly, but tonight you got to be the submissive one. The delicate side of you ached to be free, and tonight, you could do just that. 

"New? Do tell."

"Well, you know Kristof, don't you?"

Ah, Kristof. Lovely. He felt beside himself for a moment. Not that he had anything against the man, not at all. In this moment, seeing the two of you together in his mind just simply did not click like it usually did. It felt off. Aggravating. 

Scandalabra gave a tight smile, nodding. "Of course, naturally. Excited, aren't you?"

"Oh, can you tell? It'll be something different, that's for sure," you answered with a nervous laugh. "Well, he's just so... I don't know, big? In control, I'd say. More of, uh, a manly man, right?"

And again, oddly aggravating. His eye twitched.

"What do you mean, different? Manly?" 

You pursed your lips and thought. Your words seemed to clash on your tongue as you tried to explain yourself. "He's not exactly like you, love. He's just—I suppose, more in touch with his masculine side. More dominant."

Scandalabra feigned indifference, eyeing his cuticles with his best imitation of being unbothered.

He was bothered, though. Extremely so. What was so different between him and what's-his-face? He was a man, just as manly as any other man in the house. Very manly, he would argue! And as a very manly man, he was peeved!  

Peeved and pouting. The two P's they teach in Manliness 101. On the right cusp of a meltdown, he was, but he collected himself and opted for simply crossing his arms and sighing.

And sighing again. And again. And once more for good measure, hoping you would notice. When you didn't, too busy abusing your lipstick with your already pigmented lips, Scandalabra spoke up.

"So, Kristof?" he questioned, voice drenched with passive aggression and annoyance. "Looking for him to knock you around a bit tonight, eh? Rightly tussled and manhandled?"

You saw the petulance in his squinted eyes and the clench in his sharp jaw. You have a small, knowing smile. "Jealous?"

"I do not get jealous," he said. 

You turned around and wiped at the crease between his eyebrow, not only to smooth out the angry wrinkle there, but to smooth out his foundation where he had messed it up. "You are right now."

With a huff, he ignored your prodding. He loved feeling your hands on him so tenderly, but right now, he was upset. 

"You know, he'll be rough with you," he said, nose tipping up in the air.

"Oh, I'm sure." You traced a finger under his jaw. "That is the point, after all."

"Well, what if he bruises you?"

With the urge to eyeroll taking over you, you leaned in a pressed a wee kiss to tide him over. "You'll be the first one to kiss them better, won't you?"

"Yes." Of course he would. He would do anything for you. Anything but let you leave him tonight. "Why him? He won't be able to appreciate how lovely you look tonight. He'll tear your lace and linen!"

"Scandy."

"I could be more like that, if that's what you so desire," he said, wanting to sound more abrasive than bratty. It worked, slightly. "You think I'm just a pretty dandy, and I am, but I'm also a man, darling, a man just like any other. A man with needs."

You paused, your hand still resting on his jaw until your felt him snatch your wrist and yank you down. You fell on top of him, splayed out embarrassingly so. 

"Just because I'm fem does not mean I can't fuck you like you need, darling."

Despite the black mess his eyeliner made around his eyes, Scandalabra's movements never stopped. Not when his rouge was replaced by real blush. Not when his mascara started to bleed. He was ever focused on you.

"You see?" he asked between deep groans and breathless gasps. "This makeup won't stop anything, baby. Just outside decoration—doesn't change a thing."

That much was clear. You had never seen this side of him before. The side that was rough and held you down, the side that pushed your knees to your chest and bit your lips when you kissed him. 

This side of him was pretty, yes, but it was 100% man and 100% ready to take what it wanted. 

"You don't need anyone to make up for me. You can be with the others, sure, but do not ever let them think it's because I lack something," he said with a sharp breath, arms holding his weight above your head. 

"It's not that, I don't need anyone else," you slurred, legs tensing up. "Only you."

"I've got everything you could ever need. I can be anything you could ever want." 

His hand gently traced the curve of your neck, wrapping around it. Not squeezing and not tight. Just anchoring you and reminding you. 

He didn't need to bruise you or mark you. His hand was merely symbolic. He already had you marked in so many invisible ways. The way your breath hitched belonged to him. The gasps and giggles he drew from you were also his. Your body, your orgasms, your pleasure—his property. Even if he wasn't the one using you, you were his and his alone. Even if he wasn't there to see it. 

All his.

"Tell me all about it later tonight, love," Scandalabra said, sliding his hand back up your jaw and over your ear, "but you won't be able to tell me he was better at pleasing you than I. That's something nobody can say."

[fangirlbot]

Hii I was wondering if u could write something for scandelabra? I literally can’t find anything about him, please and thank you!!

ok yeah because like imagine teasing him with gossip while jerking him off…

Scandalabra trembles beneath you, pale cheeks flushed pink as you stroke him slow and steady, your fingers slick with his leaking precum.

“You can’t—you can’t do this to me,” he whimpers, hands clenched in the ruffled edge of the chaise lounge. “Youre wicked. Wicked, I say—!”

You smile sweetly, leaning in close. “Mm, now that’s not very polite,” you murmur against his ear, dragging your thumb around the head of his cock just to feel him jolt. “And here I was, going to tell you the dirtiest bit of gossip I’ve heard all week.”

His eyes go wide. “Wait—wait, what gossip?! Who? About who?!”

You pause your hand and tut. “Now that would be telling,” you purr, resting your palm over his thigh. “I think you’ve got to earn it.”

“How… cruel.” He whines with a strangled sound, his hips twitching helplessly under you.

“Oh no, darling,” you coo, licking slowly at the shell of his ear. “If I were cruel, I’d stop entirely. But I think you like being edged. Makes the gossip feel even filthier, doesn’t it?”

His breath hitches and he nods wildly. “Yes—yes, I do, please, please, tell me—I can take it!”

Your hand starts moving again, slow and teasing, dragging him right back to the edge. “Well,” you whisper, lips ghosting over his burning cheek, “I heard a certain pretty candle’s been polishing himself twice a day, ever since someone gave him a compliment about how smooth he looked.”

He whines. Moans. You smile as his thighs tense under your hands.

“Was that one true?” you tease. “Or should I keep going and find out what really gets you off?”

Scandalabra lets out the most pitiful, desperate sound you’ve ever heard—voice cracking like wax under heat. “Keep going,” he begs. “For the love of all things—Oh, please!”

You giggle and kiss his jaw, lips brushing his beauty mark. “Oh sweetheart,” you murmur, squeezing just a little harder, “I haven’t even told you what Ceila and Florence have been up to yet…”

“Oh?” Scandalabra gasps, but the cracking in his voice makes it seem like a whimper. “What—what about them?!”

You smirk, tightening your grip around his cock as you pump him faster, dragging your thumb up and over the head just to make him writhe. His hips stutter, the loose silk of his coat slipping from one shoulder as he whines.

“Oh, wouldn’t you love to know,” you purr, lips brushing his ear. “Maybe I’ll tell you—if you ask really nicely.”

“I… please,” he whimpers, utterly gone. “Please, I need to finish, I can’t, I’m going to burst, you horrid tease, I can’t take another second of—of your—”

You jerk him just a bit harder, and that’s all it takes.

Scandalabra moans brokenly, the sound high and broken as he cums in your hand, hot and fast and desperate. His whole body locks up beneath you as he spills all over your fingers, painting your palm and the front of his frilly jabot with twitching pulses. He pants and whines, voice cracking into little desperate sounds as he shakes apart.

You keep stroking him gently through it, easing him down. “There we go,” you murmur sweetly, kissing the top of his head.

He collapses into your embrace, a mess, glossy and sweaty and flushed to the tips of his delicate ears.

“Are you…” he pants. “Are you going to tell me about Florence and Ceila or not?”

You hold up your hand with a grin. “Only if you clean up your mess first.”

His eyes go wide—his mouth drops open in delight. “You monster.”

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

​god damn it. I wanna fuck the candle

[jeaniefranklins]

Sex scene as character study is so good. What is your relationship to your body? What is your relationship to your partner? What lessons have you absorbed from the culture about yourself as a sexual being? How much do you have to trust someone before being comfortable with intimacy? What fears and insecurities come to the fore for you when you take your clothes off? It's so good.

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

Sex so good he got me saying “woo-wee!”

[liksieliks]

should’ve posted this ages ago but please welcome a very scandalous comm of the one and only Scandalabra for the one and only, lovely and magnificent @faetoasty 💖💖💖 My sweet moot <3

i looooove how she came out and enjoyed every bit of the process EHEHEHE Toasty’s candle propaganda is rubbing off on me.. I NEED HER 😫😫😫

[luna-azzurra]

Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

How me and the other goonbrained self shippers look at each other when someone starts dogging on people who lewd their f/os

[overnight-shiny-shipping]

It is once again small penis appreciation hours