Little ball of fur Beebo: Brendon Urie smut mostly
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What kind of music do you like, besides patd!? Any 80's or 90's recommendations?
no idea how old this is, but better late than never, i guess XD
tori amos. manic street preachers. pj harvey. madonna. the clash. david bowie. queen latifah. public enemy. depeche mode. beth hart. joan osborne. sarah mclachlan. cyndi lauper. paula cole. mariah carey. joan jett. adam ant. eurythmics/annie lennox. erasure. sarah slean. christina aguilera. tracy chapman. melissa etheridge. bikini kill. hole/courtney love/melissa auf der maur. spacehog
Do you have the video where B is at a show and he is reading a sign from the crowd and the sign says “pussy for breakfast, dick for snacks”? (Or it’s the other way around) I can’t find it anywhere and I thought if anyone had it, it would be you. Thanks in advance!
been putting posting this off for weeks and decided to finally do it. my first cooper koch smut fic. I am trying to slow part 2 down lol but...
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You're know you're getting old when you're getting tired before midnight on New Year's. You can't stifle the yawns.
“Ok, old lady,” Cooper giggles, settling down on the couch next to you.
You nuzzle against his shoulder. “Rubbing it in how I'm seven years older, huh? Young whipper snapper.” You pull away to stick your tongue out at him.
“This young man knows how to wake you up,” he whispers in your ear. And damn if that soft, low voice doesn't kind of... well... you have to admit to liking voices like that on men. Effeminate. Have since you were a teenager. He brushes his lips casually against your ear. Ok, you're definitely kind of turned on now. Then he blows a loud raspberry against your neck, making you cackle.
“You do, do you?”
“Yeah,” he leans into the “gay voice” more.
“Yass, queen,” you tease back.
“Two queens,” he answers, taking hold of your hand.
“I'm your queen, huh?” you ask, grinning, following him.
“Maybe...” He smiles back, flushed with the few drinks he's had.
You follow. It's noisier in the living room, and you hang around to dance to a couple songs with him like the dorks you are. The next is a 90s ballad, and you quickly recognize it as All My Life by K-Ci & JoJo, getting excited.
“See? Old woman.”
“Fuck you,” you drawl out, but you're grinning even harder. “Baby boy.” You never got why babygirl for men was a thing; they're babyboy. Cooper definitely included. Cooper especially.
“We definitely should dance like the song calls for. Seeing as how I'm your baby boy. And you wanna fuck me.” The last part a sing song.
If you didn't have a couple drinks in you, you might feel called out. As it is, you nuzzle against his chest. He's got over half a foot on you. “A tall baby boy.” Who, yeah, you do want to...
“You kind of are.... My queen, that is.” Drawing you closer.
“Mmmhmm.” You can feel his heartbeat, making you more aware of your own. Both kind of fast, even though being cradled together, swaying, is reminding you of your sleepiness.
You remember that half-drunk night at the start of the month as you cabbed home together, asking silly questions, including what per centage gay he was.
“107%. 129. No, seriously, more like 90.”
You wanted to ask him then about that 10%, what he meant by that, but you were on your street, had work in the morning, and didn't want to be inappropriate given the driver could hear. The next couple times you spoke, you felt awkward about bringing it up, and it fell by the wayside. But that rather mystery factoid still served to ramp up your crush on him.
“Keep dancing like this, huh?” he asks when the song switches to a more upbeat one.
“I could fall asleep in your arms,” you laugh.
“Uh, you could. Like later? Uh, at mine. Or yours. Or... whatever.”
You don't know how to take that offer, but either way it's a yes. You go on tip toe, murmur your agreement into his neck as he shifts to let you. Then raspberry it. “Payback.” He giggles, and you use the opportunity to burrow more into him. Not pressing into his junk, but not avoiding it either. Your own pussy kind of pulsing now, feeling aroused in a ticklish way.
The next song, unfortunately, annoys the hell out of you. Your turn to entwine your hand with his, lead him, this time to the balcony. It's warm for the time of year, but there's no one else on it. You're still not used to it being balmy in December compared to your usual northern winters. You're glad you moved though. And were in the career you were. In large part because you met him on set this year.
You sit down on a lounge chair, and make grabby hands.
“Want me to sit on your lap?”
“Yep.”
“Not gonna crush your legs?” he asks as he cautiously sits on them.
“Nah, you're thin.” You wrap your arms around him, pull him against your chest. “What do you want for Christmas, little boy?” Trying for a serious voice, but giggling anyway.
“You're so cheesy,” he sighs dramatically. “Santa.”
You lean back, arms around him bringing him with. “Boob pillows.” Your tummy, thighs are on the soft side too. Nature's pillows.
He scooches down. “Better take advantage of those pillows, huh?”
He's looking up at you, and you're glad there's enough lights from the surrounding buildings to see it. That cutie patootie face. You swear. You pet his hair, fingertips soon finding their way against his scalp too. “Anyone tell you how fucking cute your face is? And your eyes...” And lips. God, you want to kiss him. Make out with him like fucking crazy.
“Thanks, Santa.”
“Anytime, Coop.”
“Anyone tell you how fucking adorable your face is? And your eyes?”
You flush at that, looking away, and you can feel your heart pounding, through your breast, against his head. And your cunt too, frankly. “Thanks, Cooper.” You gently scritch your nails against his scalp, then pet lower, nape of his neck, little scritches, massages there. Your eyes back on his face, his eyes now slipped shut, biting his lip, little sighs, mmms. Fuck.
Is this some of what that 10% looks like? Because, damn.
You didn't realize the music had stopped, until the crowd inside is counting down. His lashes flutter open. See? Babyboy.
“Want a New Year's Kiss?” you ask.
“Of course,” he answers to the crowd shouting “Happy New Year!”
You're both tentative and awkward, and it's a closemouthed one, and you don't want to overstep. You rest your forehead against his, feeling this... longing.
“Want a proper one? Like... y'know...?”
You know you do. Even his voice is getting to you more like this. You wonder if he's feeling desire like you are, like you're feeling for him. For you.
He cups your face first, tilts but you're the one who brings your lips together, his pliant under yours. Soft, cautious, but... he's eager. Is the first to shy out with tongue. Fuck. Fuck. How is he managing to make out with you like this, still in your lap, when he's six feet tall?
Your hands run over his upper arms, back, managing to stop yourself on the small of his back, petting there instead rather than fondling his ass. That ass. The ass you saw. More than once. In a couple roles and that one time you skinny dipped in a group, trying not to check all of him out, at least not a lot. Even though you saw that too before. To quote Andy Cohen, he is blessed. He meant in the dick department, which doesn't really matter to you—you were focused on the whole package, not just that package. As with other guys, liking the rest of what you saw made you want to see that too.
You pull away, but he gently draws you back in, and you slip in, hands now on his hips, thighs, tongues playing. He briefly breaks apart, but it's just to say, “Happy New Year.”
Quite a happy new year, by the looks, feels of things. Especially once his mouth moves to your neck, softly suckling, tonguing, and oh your fucking god. His hands trailing over it, your collarbone, one finding your breast. “I'd ask first, but by the way you were feeling me up...” he murmurs. Thumb caressing over the nipple through the fabric.
You blush, but it encourages you. “The way I'm groping you, huh?” Sliding over his outer, inner thighs, stopping just as you touch his dick over one, then grabbing what you can with that hand of his ass, both hands petting.
You can't decide if you want to keep him like this or get him under you or... Naked. Home. His home. You're shifting him up, nuzzling, kissing, sucking over his neck, breasts even through his shirt. Feeling weird at thinking of them as breasts, but you want to get his shirt up, his nipples in your mouth, not just the other way around (you like doing it to men too), and everyone has nipples. Titties. The word makes you giggle.
His hands are in your hair, striching your scalp, neck, petting, like you did him.
You're grinding against the back of his thighs, his lower ass before you realize you're going to, instinctive.
You don't know what it is really, why you've always been into more effeminate men, usually gay or bi, why you feel like you do with them, but guys like him... You can feel this way with other guys, like more masculine and straight (or at least really straight seeming), but it's like you can act like this with the soft, more feminine, more bi or gayish ones a lot more. Especially when they're “sides”. Both in not feeling inhibited once things get rolling and like they don't judge you for it, and even want you to. To take them. To fuck them. And not amazon piv like people think of, but... fucking fuck them. Make love to them. You've gotten up to crazy shit with a few guys over the years. Not pegging like people think either, or at least rather little of it. There's more fingers, toys on that front anyway. And, well, just humping their asses. Fucking it with your pussy. Took you years to think of it like that, even after doing it with a couple guys. Pegging and amazon piv are the only two places most people's minds can go thinking outside the box, and you and your boys don't really go to either. Guys into pussy, feeling it on them, being fucked by it. Doing all sorts, both ways.
You want to fuck Cooper too. Like that. A lot. For the last couple months, really. Especially this month. You guys have talked about sex a couple times, and you've floated a lot of it in theoretical, with other guys, what you like... kind of ways. Not sure if he'd be down for anything, and if so, what. How far, where that 10% will go, get you two to. You've been with a man who was about 80/20 leaning towards men before, and that was still... real good. Great. He'd joked you'd fucked him over to 70/30. All the others except one were bi, usually leaning more straight. There can be straight minxy nymphy soft pliant... men too. You wonder if Cooper remembers everything you've said...
You remember him saying he didn't really like pia, that that had thrown him for a loop for a bit, because he knew he was into dudes, really into them, and figured he must be a bottom because he's... stereotypically gay, feminine, didn't feel dominant... and wasn't crazy about the other way either. He really got on like gangbusters, including and probably especially sexually, with his boyfriend, a bit older than you, but he was ready to settle down and Cooper wasn't...
“I was righter than I thought. You definitely wanna fuck me...” he giggles.
“I do...” you sigh.
“Rather already are.” Fuck, that he's calling even clothed humping fucking.... “Think my earlier offer of sleeping in my arms now has an added 'after sex'?”
“I like that offer.” If he's down, you think you'll manage a couple hours of sex, tiredness be damned, then sleeping several hours, then a couple more hours...
He pulls you up. God, you're glad you're several flights up, and there's not others on their balcony. You kind of forgot where you were. You tell him as you get out to the hallway, making him laugh.
“One of those things that's sexier as an idea, huh?”
“Not gonna lie, it's quite a fantasy. Even the idea of anonymous public sex is... god damn, sometimes. But the... reality. If stis didn't exist, and it wasn't an actually in public, like where anyone could come across and you wouldn't be the creepy neighborhood perv...” you chatter, able to talk about even that because your eyes are on your phone rather than looking at him as you order an uber.
“We're only the uncreepy neighborhood pervs.”
You back him against the wall. And he spreads his stance to make his face even with yours. “Uncreepy neighborhood exhibitionists.” Closing the elevator door before pulling him by his belt loops into you, mound, vulva pressed against his crotch, kissing him until the door opens. Good thing neither of you are wearing denim, but slacks.
“Who are shy and polite about their exhibitionism,” he whispers in your ear as you exit and another couple gets on. God damn, that voice in your ear. Like soft on soft when he whispers.
He lives with his mom and twin brother still, so you're totally going to yours just in case. Your roommate is still at her girlfriend's family's for the holidays.
You go to the Middle Eastern place down the road that's still open because it's a while on the ride (New Year's).
You settle on the curb to eat, “like the classy fuckers we are,” and he joins.
“Super classy. And hopefully really being fuckers later too.”
You cackle, and wind up briefly choking on your falafel, to his quickly shifting to really apologetic “oh, shit, I'm sorry,” rubbing your back, still rubbing as his other hand finds yours, entwining, as you drink water to help recover.
“It's ok...” You squeeze his hand. Kiss him, definitely in a beyond platonic way, but not inappropriate. Even if the in public wasn't on a literal curb. Mutual garlic breath. Then “hah” breathe out on his face. “There, we're even, so don't feel bad.”
“Think I got the better deal there.”
“You can make it up to me later, then.” You wink.
He grins. “Gladly.”
That's definitely giving you ideas again, but... “Um, so, about that 10%?”
He takes a second to realize. Blushes. So fucking cute! A face you want to smooch all over. And sit on. Lots. And grind against, both straddling and on your back, oh, and sitting in a chair, and standing... If he's down.
“Uh,” he stratches his head. Coy. You pet over what his hand isn't covering, his hand. Your coy boy. “I remember what you've said... and, yeah. I mean. I think, all of it?”
“Only what you want to do.” And can handle.
“I haven't... beyond kissing. Like less than we did up there. Quite less.” His eyes shift up to another building. “With a girl, I mean, obviously. A woman.”
“Including the old ones,” you joke.
“Eh, you're more middle aged. Like my ex.”
You two joke like this, obviously, but... “You're a bit of an old soul, Coop. And a baby boy at the same time. How do you do it?”
“Moisturizer.”
“And Maybelline.”
“Maybe I'm born with it...” he starts, and you finish it off.
“Anyway, um... I've been wondering. About... things. Especially about you. Like with your ex friends with benefits guy? At first I thought I was jealous of you... Took me a bit to realize I was jealous of him, too. And I wasn't even sure if it was that, really, at first, or just the idea. Like of women. Don't take this the wrong way.”
“Wouldn't,” you murmur. Your turn to rub his back. And pet his hair, neck.
“Like if it was specifically you, or the idea of women, like, uh, talking with you got me wondering about.... sex with women, wondering about... vulvas. Like, as in what they were really like, looked like, felt like... Tasted like. Oh god.” He covers his face with his hand, and you can't help giving it little soft smooches. He's got such soft hands, you think, rubbing your lips over it a bit. “And if it was just an idea to toy with, think of, but it wouldn't really... work in reality.”
“We don't need to do anything.... It's ok if things don't work out.”
“I think it would though... I mean, I've thought a lot lately. About you. It with you. It's so weird because I've spent, like, years working though things about men, and sex with men, and feeling that way, and I obviously still feel those ways, about men, strongly, but... it's like something's been added? But maybe not, maybe it's been there for a long time too, but I felt like... guys could only be one or the other, and everyone since I was a kid thought I was gay. Like that's all there was to it. I was obviously gay, the gayest, because of my voice and my interests and stuff. Even how I moved, sat. Throw in the actually definitely being into men, boys, and feeling, knowing that even at twelve, kind of before too, like with crushes, they were mostly boys, and well... I must be totally gay. Almost like crushes on girls couldn't be crushes like the ones on boys. Couldn't be real crushes, sexual. But, even without knowing that, everyone still thought it, like that was the only way I could go.”
“I like all those things. About you. I mean, just saying. You know how my type's that. But beyond that too.”
He smiles, glancing, then holding your gaze. “Maybe that's part of why.”
“Why what?”
“There's such an idea that girls wouldn't and couldn't be interested, that guys like me couldn't be interested back. And you are, in general and with me. And, uh, I think I am. When, before, it... it just couldn't be, so why even bother thinking it.”
“And you know now you can? Think of it?” you trace a fingertip over the back of his hand. He turns around, laces it with yours.
“Because I know you do... So,” he looks at you again. “Didn't mean to turn this into a therapy session.”
The master class of acting that was The Hurt Man flashes through your mind at that, but you don't want to derail what's going on now.
“We're a couple of chatter boxes. Free therapy anytime, eh?”
“Still down for your place? Even if it's kind of therapy? Oh, god, what a stupid line.”
“I am. Luckily, I like your stupid lines.” You cup his face. “They're cute, like you.” Such soft skin, kiss his cheeks, nose, avoid his lips when he tilts to go for it, so he goes back down to your neck, suckling, and you instinctively flex your pussy muscles repeatedly, rubbing things together a little. “Even just more of this is more than good, honey.” You urge him up, cupping his head, for more kissing, tongues playing, going slower with him, like molasses. You just break apart to get a couple mints so you two won't have garlic breath, then more careful kisses. You'll have to go slow with him. You like slow too. You want to be slow for him.
Aware of your pussy aching, pulse thumping there, getting slick again just from this.
Your phone vibrates. Your ride is finally here. You keep things quiet on the ride, thigh pressed to his, often leaning on each other. Both petting the other's hand, arm. Trying to keep it pg. Occasionally whispering. Things like “you're so sexy, you know that?” against his ear. That you love his voice, love it whispering in your ear. So he does, doing a giggly “She sells sea shells by the sea shore” to your laughter before nearly doing you and your poor teased cunt in with a “can I see your pussy? Want to see it all swollen and slick...” You remember that time he'd asked you about vulvas, clits, and apparently he remembers what you told him.
“Damn, boy, you working on making this quasi-exhibitionist less shy? I want to show it to you.”
You can't keep your hands off of him in the elevator. You said to yourself you'd go slow, but it's not more than what you've already done... Pressing him against the wall, sucking on his neck, rocking your mound, closed pussy against his clothed crotch. Well, not really more. “How wet did you want it before you saw it? Because it's pretty fucking wet...”
You don't know if you're both running on bravado, or if this is the pace to come. At your apartment door, he backs you against, it, sliding a thigh between yours as you instinctively fuck it, watching your face, sometimes glancing down at where you're joined. You wish you were naked, both of you, wondering if he does too. Picturing it, you both naked, riding his thigh. Leg sometimes nudging his dick and balls. In the fucking hallway.
You manage to get the door open as he presses his groin against your ass, and you wonder how hard he is. Seems at least semi. It's ok either way. You can't help but think of sucking, kissing, petting... over it while it's soft or just semi hard. You love dicks like that too. Rubbing your cunt all over it like that and his balls. He's been there before, so he lifts you as your legs easily wrap around his waist, hands pulling his shirt up just enough to rock against his bare belly, as he carries you to your bedroom.
It makes you want to carry him too. You can manage piggy back.
So last night I spent several hours writing over 6500 words of cooper koch smut but I worry the horniness got away with me lol and I need to slow down on how things progress/develop and rework the second half. (In this one he until recently understood himself as totally gay, now he's thinking 90% gay and it's his first time getting up to sex stuff with a gal so I think I should drive this fic in the slow lane. Much of the second half could become a subsequent sexcapade with the same woman, I'm thinking because I frankly don't want to lose it because goddamn.)
partially inspired by the last few asks... I'm finally posting this fic. just straight up smut from the get go so the cut is here lol
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Brendon's bouncing on the bed a bit, legs on either side of you, naked, dick flopping, balls bouncing, and it makes you want to play with them, his thighs, taint, ass, calves... So you do. Sitting up more to get at him better, mouth over him too, lower tummy, hips, thighs, groin, balls, dick, him often playing with his dick or balls when they're free, or rocking them against your neck, cheek... Sometimes raising to get that silken delicate skin on, between your breasts, on your nipples. Wriggling against the bed, your thighs for stimulation, pussy still really slick from your juice, his saliva. He gets his foot, then shin, between your thighs for you to fuck.
He winds up on his shins, bum and balls rocking on your mound and upper vulva, you grinding back, legs spread, one hand stroking and massaging his asshole, only the outside, taint, as the other jerks him... So fucking gorgeous.
And moany. You've been tempted, more than once, to ask him to record himself jerking off, being your noisy, moany boy, send it to you. So you can listen to it, with headphones, when you masturbate. Or anytime when you're alone, really. But you'd usually wind up masturbating. Because, Jesus. Thank god your roommate is still out tonight, because Jesus. To say nothing of the creaking bed when one or the both of your hips are going. You two usually had sex at his, largely because of how much you both let loose, not just verbally.
You shift the both of you to grind your clit against his taint, pressing firm. Wishing it was bigger so it could press into him more. Mixing thumb and clit to massage deeper at his taint, getting at the root of his dick, his prostate some.
“Gonna fuck me like that?” he pants. He rolls over, bringing you with, and you just slip away to grab a pillow, get it under his ass, his legs going over your shoulders. Fuck fuck fuck. Sometimes thrusting, sometimes grinding against his balls, taint, ass, dick..., sometimes doing thumb, sometimes clit, sometimes both on his perineum. Coming like that for the third time that day, it gripping your whole cunt, feeling everything aching, swollen, bursting. Uterus cramping too. Squishing him to you, lots of smooches, tongues playing, and rocking, rocking, his dick rubbing between your bellies. Another hitting a minute later. Getting so sweaty.
The moans, swears, cries that come out of you both. Even hearing him moan, whimper, gasp, cry out... brings it out in you more. So fucking sexy. And often right in your ear.
He rolls you over again, straddling you, taking over some, kissing, soon coming pretty hard, trembling, moaning and panting deliciously, rocking against your lower belly, mound, and it's his third of the day, second this session, so it isn't much. He collapses on you, nose, lips on your neck, smushing sweat and jizz together more. “Hope you're not done...” he murmurs in your ear before suckling on your neck lazily.
You grin, flipping you two over, him lax and pliant under you, but wrapping loosely around you, shifting his hips so you can still get at his balls and ass, coming like that, then going with his legs over your shoulders again, your clit and lips practically fucking between his asscheeks much of the time... Picturing rolling him over, fucking him on his hands and knees, or face down, ass up, or... Another hits you. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Guess that's my name now,” he giggles as you come down some, his thighs blanketing your hips, you rocking your mound, pussy against his mound, semi-hard dick, balls. Not with his dick between your labia like earlier, both kind of sore, but not enough to want to stop, not putting too much pressure on your clit.
“Okay, Jesus. Or do you go by Jesus Fucking Christ?”
“I do particularly like my middle name...” he sighs, rolling you over again. He gets his ass against your mound again, grinding, and you shift to get him on your lower closed vulva more.
That silly country song pops in your head and can't help giggling. “You sure like saving horses...”
“So do you...” He grins, eyebrows raising. You fucking love his fucking face. “Ride a cowboy?” He rolls his hips deeper, your eyes drawn there again. “And cowgirls. They really should get ridden too. Lots...” His heavy, almost sleepy eyes light up some. “Like this too...” He... dismounts, but to turn around and straddle you the other way, almost upper arms and shins, dick and balls between your thighs, legs under yours, on your vulva, giving you quite the view of his ass. You pet over it, between his cheeks, asshole, taint, balls. An absolute minx.
You squeeze a cheek, tempted to slap it, just giving a little swat. A cheesy porn line comes to you and you're laughing as you say it: “Whose ass is this?”
“I don't know, why don't you remind me?” he asks, coyly, shifting up some
You swat him once more, then turn to grinding into him, then shift to get your inner vulva on him more... Then thrust... You pet, stritch over his back...
He answers back with his hips and a “It's yours! All yours! Oh, god, mistress!” Barely getting the mistress out as he giggles.
You reach around to take hold of his hand. “Silly boy...”
“'N you love it.”
“Love you... You make me silly too.” You'd been just rocking a bit into him, watching him rocking his ass up and down over your pussy. Balls too.
“These taint and balls for me too?”
He shifts and rubs them on your vulva more. “All of me is.”
“My baby boy...” The utter minx, offering all of himself... “Such soft skin too...” You stroke his own hand over his belly, treasure trail included, hip, butt, glancing over his dick too, pubic hair, free hand roaming over his back, ass. He's so sensuous... Soft little pants, moans too, complementing yours...
He strokes over his chest, and you stroke his ass more, both of you rocking. That ass keeps drawing your attention: pussy, hands, eyes. You squeeze a cheek before swatting again, watching the little jiggle, then harder. His heavy breathing gives way to a deeper moan. “You like that?” Thinking he does, knowing he often likes mild pain when he's had less orgasms, is really aroused, but wanting to make sure he does now too.
He wiggles, pops out his ass, grinds into you more. “You can smack me harder,” he pants out.
You can't decide if you want him like this or to get him under you, maybe hands and knees, or face down ass up, grab his hips, smack his cheeks—clap those cheeks—with your thrusting pelvis, mound, pussy. Picturing it. “Wanna fuck you so much, B,” you pant, pelvis going firmer, thighs spreading to rub on him more. To fuck him more. Close to coming; it only takes about half a minute before you are.
He's small framed, but he's got a butt that's juicy for a guy you think as you come down, still fucking him. Very fuckable, pettable, massagable, spankable... You slap him a bit harder, then pet over it, then pet over the other cheek before slapping that one. You want to fuck him, like mount him, and just... do him. Plow his ass until your hips, thighs, back, cunt give out. Then fuck him gently, maybe laying on top of him both belly down, rocking against his ass.
(You've felt similarly with guys before, but thought the only expression of most of it outside of piv, especially of specifically men's backsides, was pegging. Often knowing you couldn't even do that, settling for the fantasy of it. Or the fantasy of you as a guy, with a guy, often wishing you had a dick so you could truly realize your desires, fuck, rub on and in them. That clits, vulvas, weren't shit.
(It so isn't though. They so aren't. And he's really helped show you that. You haven't strapped on with him, even though you've used a finger or two inside, slim toys sometimes, even fucked his ass with your pussy simultaneously with a toy or fingers in him. Not to mention the more frequent external stimulation. You sure have fucked him, a lot, and not just his ass. Particularly with your pussy. You had a “cock” and it wasn't a fantasy cock or a dildo, but your clitoris/vulva. It wasn't a case of missing that and only having “holes”. That—your clit, vulva—was the main thing you brought to sex, main ways you had sex. He loved them too. Worshipped. Even fucking his thighs, breasts, tummy, back, arm, dick and balls... Even just thinking like that turned you on, how he talked about sex: that you, women, fucked him, men, and did so mostly with their cunts. Like externally. That all sorts was fucking.)
Aching to come again. Feeling so wet, swollen. Before you move to do just that, he shifts, spreads your thighs more, to get his ass on your open hot cunt. You can't decide whether to let him ride as he pleases, or grab his hips and grind, drive into him.
You pet, lightly stratch his hips, butt, small of his back, skipping his hips so you don't grab him. You just fuck faster, your clit nudging between his cheeks before you shift to grind against his left cheek, rock in a way that has you coming seconds later. Hands gripping his calves, nails pressing some.
“Fuck, if I hadn't come three times lately... I'd be jacking off right now...”
Eyes opening again to watch his rocking, swivels, give way to bounces.
Backs and asses on him, on men... So beautiful. And fuckable. Two of your favorite parts.
You let yourself grab those hips, nails pressing, pressing more into him with your thrusts, grinds. Coming again, feet and calves almost cramping this time as you tense, let alone that uterus, feeling the contractions there too. You've lost count, panting, hips slowing, but still going, arm leaving your closed eyes to watch some more.
He lifts off you, but it's turn around to get on his belly between your legs, nuzzling his face over your furry labia, most of even the regular skin and hair wet, mound, before remembering to give you a wipe all over your pussy in case. Then nuzzling back over the outside, mouth too, before licking gently over your labia further in, the red part. Looking up at you. Kissing over the whole thing, licking, light sucks. “Fuck... darling. I'm yours. Am I yours?”
“Yes,” you pant. Hoping it doesn't sound like “my property.” “You belong with me. Think we belong together...” You stroke his hair, rock into his mouth, neither of you focusing on your glans, body, even as he strokes lazily over your inner labia and you slide over his tongue. “All of you, made for fucking, isn't it?”
His moans, the yes included, vibrating your cunt.
You gently pull him away from your slick, making him whimper, but you nudge him up, rubbing against his neck, collarbone, between his breasts. He grins, shifting to get one tit, nipple too, rubbing over you.
“Fucking my titties too, huh?” he grins. “Just wish I had better cleavage...”
You chuckle at that, shifting between them, and he presses your thighs to him to press them together (such as he can) with his arms, giving you a bit more of a groove to grind along. “Great tits, B... Very fuckable...” You grin, to his giggle back. You shift back to one breast, hooded glans finding his tiny nipple, rocking.
You urge him up more by his ass, get said nipple in your mouth, to suckle on, tongue, tasting yourself, his half hard dick between your thighs before you both shift to get it between your labia, on your glans. Knowing he's still well fucked out there (three orgasms) you go gently on it.
You nudge him up and he gets on his knees between your legs, letting you cup him, stroking lightly, pressing the squishy tip against your glans—you love that feel, both his glans itself and it pressing against your smaller harder one. Nudging, grinding it in his opening, pulling your hood back too so it pops out more, as you both watch although he can see it better. Those soft thick lashes fanning over his flushed cheeks as he breathes heavy, moans softly like you. You picture it, an up close view, even what it would look like, you dipping inside him like that. Even fucking him like this. Fuck.
As if he knows what you're thinking, he pants, “that's it, fuck me like that too. Get inside of me.” And as if that doesn't practically make you come, tensing up, crying out about fucking him, needing him to fuck you, you're coming... Your hips keep going, him subtly nudging back, not trying to come again, but another washes over you seconds later, not as gripping as the previous, more soothing, almost whimpering.
“Fuck, there's my girl... Coming on my cock... Coming in it?” His voice giggly but... thick with sex.
That shoots more heat, aching, through your cunt. Coming in him... Thinking of him on his back, legs up, you practically straddling him as you ride his balls, taint. Sometimes thrusting, sometimes rocking, sometimes pressing rather hard, especially on his perineum. Ass down, face up, buttcheeks and hole exposed for your pussy. Or laying down, you straddling him, mostly on his cheeks, sometimes spreading him to get at the sensitive skin between. Getting his anus slick with your wetness and saliva or just your slick so it feels even better for him.
You coming in his mouth, fucking it, maybe straddling his face. A lot more in his mouth than his meatus, which you're running over an inner lip, nudging that along it. Not just wetness, or your hips thrusting, rocking, but how your clit swells even more as you are at the edge of coming, the contractions, the throbbing...
Wouldn't it be cool if your clit projected out half a finger sized and could just press, slide into his asshole? You have purposely nudged it against the opening several times, thinking that only a couple times lately. He's definitely gotten you more into fucking on... And anyway, you can always slide a finger in deeper, crook it forward (unlike genitals) and find his prostate... “Fuck...”
You're usually too busy fucking him, rubbing and coming on him, him being him, loving pussy quite a lot more than dick, being able to talk together like you do, everything, to have thoughts like that, like you're missing something, can't, are lacking...
You stroke his silky cock again, watching it get mostly hard as you squeeze firmer, play with the tip, frenulum, pulling it some. Clit back in his opening. You think of that stupid line again: “Whose dick is this?”
He giggles too. “Oh, yeah. Yours!” In a even cheesier porn voice. Then more seriously, sultry almost, “Love my girl fucking me.”
“Oh, god... Love fucking you too. Not just with my pussy...”
Not sure if you want it in your mouth or on your pussy more. Your pussy is aching, throbbing for it, still, both in itself and in response to imagining it in your mouth: sucking a couple inches, then the tip, further down, tongue rubbing the underside, especially frenulum, kissing, sucking along the length, nuzzling it, sucking the tip again. Hand on his scrotum and taint, massaging, rubbing his balls, dick over your cheek, nose, lips... You momentarily circle his tip over your glans, body more before breathing “c'mere.” You make grabby gimme hands, wrapping your legs around him and he follows.
Limbs wrapping around him, squishing him to you, kissing, sucking his neck, hands squeezing, petting his ass, his asshole, pressing him to you as you rock along his shaft. You nudge him down a bit, mouth on his jaw, mouth, kissing, tongues stroking, his dick nudging the bottom of your vulva, perineum, rest of your bits on his lower tummy, grinding firm. Shifting up more to get your glans dipping into his belly button. “See, all of you made for fucking. For pussy....”
“Love how much you love fucking, love fucking me...”
“Love how much you love getting fucked, all over, by me... My little pussy hound... What a nymph...” For hours at a time too...
“Especially for you. 'M yours...”
You suck his earlobe, lick it, even his ear like he likes, murmur “We do belong together...”
You know how good he was with other girls, women too, how teachable and eager and minxy, and are glad for it.
“When you were riding me earlier... I couldn't decide whether to keep on like that or get you under me, like ass up, for me to just... fuck you until I couldn't anymore...”
“Fuck, would certainly do that...” he murmurs, pulling away a bit, but you squeeze him close.
“Later. I'll get my boy on his hands and knees, or bent over something, legs spread or—fuck,” you moan, achy again, grinding more, flexing. Holy shit. You want to come on him again...
“Ass up, face down? Want to fuck my balls too?”
“And that taint...” you sigh, hand stroking his cheek sliding between them, rubbing his hole, perineum. “Massage it too...” But not pressing firm now.
You want him to stay on top of you, warm soft skin on yours... but your thighs are getting sore. “Wanna fuck your thigh too... Later and now...”
“My girl need my thigh?” he sighs tenderly, slotting it between yours. “Gonna fuck my thigh, come all over that too?”
“Mmmhmm... God, B, gonna come all over you...”
“Mark me as yours...”
“All over... Just fuck all of you...”
“Ears too?” he giggles. You can't help cackling at that.
Well, you kind of have already, not to orgasm, but you have even rubbed your cunt, clit on his outer ear. “And toes...” Toes are kind of weird, but technically yes to those too. Mostly other parts of his feet: the arch of his foot, heel, the front of it. You don't think there's a part of him you've missed with your... travelling twat. That makes you laugh some more, before it gives way to moans, swears, as you get closer, still fucking away on his thigh.
After you come, squeezing your boy to you, moaning into his mouth, you shift to use your outer labia to cushion things so you can go for another, go easy on the glans, inner pussy rubbing on itself more than on his thigh. But it becomes too much after that...
“Should I kiss it better?” he offers.
Unfortunately...
“Kissing it wouldn't actually make it better...” You give him a pout. “Maybe more fucking later... Still not done fucking my babe...” you sigh, not sleepy like he kind of is, but sore: glans, uterus, even bulbs...
“Can I... around here?” he asks, petting over the hair.
You grin. “Ok.”
He shimmies down. “Be good to my girl, Ms Puss...” he murmurs, making you giggle a little, petting your pelvis, mound, thigh, then the fur covered regular skin. “Get better soon,” he says solemny, but with a minxy smile. Leaves soft kisses with those pillowy lips (they are certainly made for pussy, for fucking too) over your lower tummy, where your womb is, mound, and lower when you part to give him more access. Avoiding the glans, body, inner labia, but sneaking over the inner outer labia with those soft lips...
Fuck.
He kisses your lower belly again. “You too.” Then massages it, deep to get at the uterus, gentler on your hips, pelvis, where thigh meets groin... Hands cupping your ass to just... spread your still throbby achy cunt before him, breathing on it, watching it, before kissing the regular labia skin again. Smelling too. “Such a gorgeous cunt...” he sighs, a mixture of dreaminess, lust, reverence... Cupping it gently, and this is totally not helping you come down, recover, even though it's not actually making it worse per se...
You want to give him a good look, so you get your legs up to your tits and open them. “Look how well fucked my pussy is thanks to you, Bren... How well loved...”
He moans at that. “Think I need it in my mouth the most...” Petting over the back of your thighs, ass, the hair.
“My good boy certainly deserves it there... And everywhere... Gonna fuck that mouth later...”
Maybe you'll have some of the leftovers from the dinner he made. “I'm hungry. Hungry too?”
“You know I am... for cunt.”
You so walked into that one. “Well, I am hungry for actual food. And thirsty. So whether you are or not... Gonna feed you my pussy after I eat...” He whimpers. At the words and sight: you still are spread for him, your hand idly petting it. “Till your plush mouth is all tuckered out, then fuck that gorgeous ass...” You roll out of bed. “I'll bring you some too. Keep up your strength,” you add, winking. “Keep my minx at minx fucking levels.” You can't help spreading your outer labia apart, exposing the slick, still reddish flesh, with a “look at that...”
He licks his lips. “Gonna fuck me with that? All of that cunt?”
“Mmmhmm,” you moan. Hike your leg up and out so he can see more. “She, I love fucking you...” You should totally find this ridiculous, an old part of you thinks, but it isn't. Silly, but not ridiculous. Silly, fun, playful, goofy even...
“Fucking love fucking that pussy...”
Shit. You're supposed to be getting food, and something to drink. You run back to him and press him down on the bed as his eyes widen, straddling his face, holding his head down, letting him look real close, his tongue out, trying to lick you... before you move away, giggling.
You run off to his “such a tease...”
“Oh, you love teases...” Not to mention, he's a walking clit tease, you swear. You're tempted to not even heat the leftovers up so you can get back to him quicker with that pussy he loves so much.
I've been a lurker on gncstraight for a while and as much as I'm glad that this place exists (finding other, similar is pretty hard) some posts (esp those made by the mod) made me feel a bit out of place, almost every woman there seemed to be disphoric, yk. I can understand why, but at the same time I don't really desire to have a completely male body. I'm only attracted to men, but I'm fine with how I am. I've had the opposite problem with r/rolereversal, you can find gems on there but sometimes there's a flood of normative posts bc apparently confident woman (often conventionally feminine and sexualised) = role reversal, gnc.
meant to post this weeks (over a month?) ago but forgot it was in my drafts. oops. haven't checked gncstraight out since starting this so don't know if it's changed at all
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and the mod, lucea, has three accounts, two of which she uses a lot there. so it's even more her than it seems. i got banned from there, and was the main one doing vulva/clit-centric stuff, and now there's no one else (don't know if the couple left gave up on it, got banned, or what. one dmed me on reddit about gncstraight and rr).
but when i check in on it (why do i bother haha) most of it is... yikes. it's very clearly pickled in porn. eg maledom, extremely phallocentric and "penetration"-centric, misogynist. wishing vulvas and all femaleness would disappear and we'd be a single sex all male species (william burroughs is on the line from the grave. he had the same views, plus lots of men raping and otherwise torturing women, girls if they had to be around, men, boys. even though that only male vision is... impossible. it's female that's the original, the first sex. male evolved from female to provide genetic diversity, to help females, to aid evolution. male is literally a truncated, mutated female).
going on *endlessly* about top/bottom (which is originally from bdsm, not gay male sex, which gets claimed. it didn't even become the norm for gay/bi men until the 2010s. and it being applied to hetero sex drives me even battier; arghhhh. even with applying it to piv, nope. quit putting porn, bdsm, stereotyped gendered caricatures of gay male sex onto women). "bussy" (one of the most misogynist words/concepts i've ever heard eg the idea the anus and rectum = female genitals and vice versa), including "gaping bussy" (those poor young injured men in that porn she and others get off to). calling dildos cocks, going on about dildos and penises, pegging, pia endlessly.
enough of the above. on to rr, yeah, so much "mommy" stuff, woman as caretaker, sacrificer, etc with impossibly enormous titties. a lot is... role standard. woman as mother is utterly role standard. just as phallocentricism, "penetration"-centricism, hatred of the clitoris/vulva is not gnc but... gc. It's standard.
men mothering otoh... i am guilty of that aspect of "female lover as motherly" in ways myself but i would love to see men "mothering" women. the only time i've seen it has been elliot and diane from big mouth. they're really top tier for het relationships in media overall (eg their sex, dynamics, him caretaking, doing housework...). there is elements of her "mothering" him but he "mothers" her too, their kids, etc. eg his protectiveness isn't patriarchal, he's a caretaker, nurturing, softly emotional, throwing away/never being concerned with "masculine pride" to support and comfort them... (claire and phil from modern family is another good mf relationship in media.)
been tempted to write smut fic about cooper koch, just sayin. (the three sex dreams i've had about him in as many weeks is influencing that i must admit haha)
will post more brendon smut tonight/tomorrow definitely. keep meaning to finish revising and post it
That ask and your answer about "deepthroating pussy" and trying to get a mothful of vulva and clit... Reminds me of how I've heard some people say going down on an transman/ftm it's like "eating pussy and sucking dick at the same time". They say it's a good experience. I don't know much about women who are naturally born w a big clitoris and how that feels, are there people interested/fetishizing big clits outside of trans spaces? I wonder if straight men would feel it's "too gay" like they are sucking on a cock, but I think it'd be an interesting experience...
short answer to the sexually interested in outside of specifically trans interest or spaces: yes. glans/body and/or inner labia, or big vulva generally. including engorged with a pump (i haven't done in depth research on the safety of genital pumps so this is neither an endorsement or a "dont do it!!!"). there's groups (obviously with pussy pics) on reddit for eg bigclit, butterflywings
i've even seen guys wishing the glans and body were larger, like half a finger or thumb sized eg for oral, genital-genital, anal entry. a good amount of guys like "meatiness", of the outer labia too. like playing it, feeling it, seeing it... this goes back to marie bonaparte's theory of men and cultures as friends or enemies of the clitoris (eg seeing female genitals as glans, body, hood, inner labia, outer, to be stimulated, felt, be brought to orgasms... etc vs seeing it as vagina, hole, lack, existing for penis to be in it...) too. (and the overall battle between clitoris vs vagina as the believed homologue to the penis.)
i think how it commonly gets called like a small penis can throw guys off too lol, eg they expect the glans and body to look more penislike eg longer, project more when aroused, be freer from the body than it does. don't realize the inner labia, the upper two thirds of the bulbs and legs underneath the vulva are homologous to the penile shaft. so it's like a mostly split into halves, flatter, not projectile penis.
there's also a current among many that vulvas shouldn't exist, that they should be dicks, that they are inferior... rooted in misogyny, phallocentricism, erasure of the clitoris and clit/vulva-centric sex. both as explicit statement and logical consequence eg the only way for mf porn to be focused on her genitals, be sexually gnc, etc is... if she doesn't have female genitals at all, isn't female, but male. that lesbian sex isn't "real" sex eg not penis in orifices, the only way for it to be is if one of them isn't female but male. it's really telling that futanari went from originally being clitoris, vulva and penis, balls to almost always just male genitals on someone otherwise born female. hence the obsessions with "tranny" "chick with a dick" porn and that being such a hugely disproportionate section of the industry.
i also think that's behind the obsession (not existence, but the obsession, focus on, the idea it's the third main type of sex rather than a kink, tertiary sexual act) pegging/strap ons. Also think that's behind why it's over the pelvis, and not a dildo on/strapped on chin, thigh, arm, wrist, back, foot, shin, bum... once in a blue moon, there will be recognition of chin, thigh but that's it, and they're never seen as sex, a main sex act, like strap on dildo on pelvis. The dildos typically look like penises. It's clearly modeled on piv, pia as the definitions of sex.
(eg note how ridiculous it would even sound to suggest a man strap on a vulvic toy above his genitals, covering them, and rub it on someone's clitoris/vulva/penis/scrotum, taint, anus, bum, breasts, mouth... it's unthinkable. which i totally want to do a rr smut fic about ngl eg fic that takes place in the world of my satirical sexual politics series)
In honor of a recent mustache on a certain someone and some thoughts around said stache I did some Google searches haha
Now I totally want to incorporate said mustache and some shirts and the tickets or free coupons into a fic... the last two shirts would be Sarah's 😉 (or the reader's in fic)
And we all know some of these jokes, references have happened irl with these two lbr
Still can’t believe I got to meet the incredible Brendon Urie at Mike Viola’s album debut show at Gold Diggers in Hollywood! I’ve been a fan for decades, and Brendon was every bit as kind, gracious, and genuine as the human I knew from modding his Twitc https://www.instagram.com/p/DATtT03O7QZ/?igsh=MTUzYWNiNDh0eHNuNA==
haven't written in a long time about the sex dreams i've been having. last night i had one about me with a long time male friend who i have some sexual history with and about b (just two somes). so much humping my lawd, esp tribadism on their butts (see? obsessed haha) and genital-genital.
was more serious than that too eg had backstory of me being sexually abused by my step father who was a religious cult high up member, that also engaged in trafficking/prostitution/forced and child marriage going to the police, going to trial, he being found not guilty, but at least escaping him and the cult.
moments of still being worried, feeling in the shadow of him, the cult, but also having the sex being defiance, rebellion, "our sex looks the opposite of yours", etc to them.
