not quite an nsfw confession, but be honest—am I the only one that feels like sexblr isn’t very open to people outside of the main group of accounts and regular anons??
I mean I hate to be That Guy but there's a reason why sexblr can't be as open. Like literally two days ago someone got multiple accs locked and deleted bc of a leak.
Is there more ppl out there than we think? Probably. But they stay lurkers for a reason.
Plus everyone uses their own set of tags, making finding them on a tag-based UI like Tumblr more difficult, which is a double edged sword. Yes, it keeps our shit hidden, but it makes communication and community making hard.
I need Missa to be a true whore. He needs to slut down and get nasty. Wear that bunny suit, wear the maid outfit. Holy shit I want that man on his knees begging for cock. I need his girlfiend too. She's so fucking hot, she can step on me and I'd thank her. god bless both of them
biblically accurate cc pissa rpf under the cut smile :)
just thinking about phil and missa hanging out on a discord call. they finally get the chance to, they've both got a free day and time to spare so they hop on and just start fucking around, maybe playing a game, or just talking, catching up. either way the call ends up going for hours, longer than either realized, but neither wants to be the one to end it. phil is in prime Locked In mode, and thus ends up accidentally ignoring everything that isn't missa. meaning that, as he's been drinking plenty of water the whole time, he hasn't been paying attention to how full his bladder has gotten. not until it's bad, and he's squirming in his seat, legs clenched together. and even still he's trying to ignore it - it's silly but he doesn't want to get up, even if it would be a quick moment. he's fine he can wait, its fine. if the squirming gets worse and his face starts to get red, well. phil will keep ignoring it for as long as he can. except then missa clocks it, asks him if hes alright, and phil can feel his face flush even darker at that. tries to change the subject quick, assures missa he's good, it's just - hot in his room. yep. summer heat getting to him, you know? and missa laughs, commiserates, lets it go for the moment. but now he's paying more attention to phil than he is to whatever screenshare they have going on, and so he catches the exact moment phil gasps, bites hard on his bottom lip. he watches, captivated, as phil's hands very obviously leave his keyboard and go under his desk. holding himself because he started to leak. and phils face is so red and his lip is swollen from how hard he bit it and his mouth is open, panting, and missa absolutely cannot look away. phil gets giggly, embarrassed, but his hand stays where it is even while he squirms in his seat. its far too late to think he can get up and take care of things, its taking everything in him to not piss his pants as is, but if he moves slow he can hold it together long enough to roll his chair back. get his lap in frame. missa leaning forward in his own chair, babbling praise, watching phil's leg bounce as his grip tightens, legs fanning in and out, just so desperate. what a pretty view, only made better by the wet patch he spots, growing ever steady. phil whimpers and begs and missa delights in it, phil still asking permission to let go, even as his body betrays him anyway. the way he goes boneless in the chair when missa says, "okay, okay let go, let me see", the way he makes even more of a mess, just absolutely covers himself - what missa wouldn't give to be there in person.
they fuck way more often once getting out of prison and it’s getting harder and harder to act like they’re platonic in public/in front of their kids.
one day they’re hanging out walking thru the orchard or something and tallulah just stops and turns heel and goes “dad are you pregnant?”
and that’s how they find out. the jig is up and while tallulah and chayanne are thrilled for them it’s also mighty embarrassing for phil and missa to realize they were clocked so quickly
btw missa is a whiny horny bitch while pregnant. and phil is possessive as hell. when it comes time that his robes are not enough to hide the fact that he is visibly pregnant and the other islanders start noticing, he'll go red in the face at any and all attention that is given to him.
they (you think phil leaves his side at any given second? not a chance) bump into foolish at spawn and he just goes "oh. congratulations guys!" and missa just smiles and thanks him but phil furrows his brows and latches onto missa and is like 'YES WELL WE HAVE TO GO HOME NOW"
and they've just barely locked their bedroom door when phil is attaching his teeth to missa's throat while he just whimpers and pleads and phil fingers him to kingdom come
[revs up defibrillator] CLEAR [pulses this blog] i got a little too silly in the book club and now i think i hauve the plague. anyway, inspired by @mmegagayzone being reminded of the thigh highs chant during MCC pride last year
still thinking. about it. maybe he's reminded, puts it as a subgoal, doesn't think too much about it until the end of the stream brings a hype train and uh oh. that number's looking quite close. and he's sat there, stuck by his common courtesy from ending stream, and he's doing his usual whining about it but there's also the very real and very approaching possibility of, y'know, putting on thigh highs. because kristin said to.
so the stream ends. and the next stream starts, two days later, and phil does the whole everybody's rooftop run opening and then the little guitar notes hit and the opening screen swoops away. and for all intents and purposes, phil is wearing A Normal Outfit for him-- t-shirt, shorts because it's starting to get hot, ones that fall down to the knees. and chat goes PauseChamp and phil goes "🙄fine" (secretly flustered and anticipatory) and stands up and hikes up the shorts. bam. thigh highs. some cheap amazon ones, or ones from kristin's collection, simple and plain and solid color but Staying Up, the elastic around the thickest part of the thigh making that little overflow of skin. maybe he hikes them up a little overkill, maybe chat sees a hint of his boxers, nothing more than a centimeter.
and then he sits back down. "jokes on you guys," it's like, "i'm sitting down the whole stream". it's not like the dog ears or anything where it was on his head or face! you don't see him from the waist down! "what a waste, chat, you got scammed".
…and then mid-stream he gets up to go take a piss and chat sees them again and once more when he sits back down. jokes on the old man.
rpf thought for the night. um. god don’t look at me kristin teasing phil for his “””platonic””” husband roleplay on the server and telling him that whenever they go to japan with missa phil and him should just get a room together to get all of the sexual tension out. phil laughs it off but she brings it up again, in earnest in the bedroom and he’s actually really into it. so she jerks him off while telling him to imagine it’s missa touching him and kissing him instead - he cums embarrassingly fast, burying his face in his hands because god, he really wants missa’s lips on him. and hands. and him.
one of them should vlog the japan trip too, record and upload everything they get up to while there and enjoying themselves, let us catch a glimpse of them kissing each other “for the bit”. they’re both red in the face and laughing about it and since they’re in public/with friends they don’t have time to process any of that.
then it cuts to them alone in the hotel room. kristin told phil to record whatever they get up to in that room for her and phil to watch later in private, and they used the same camera they use for the vlog to record this. and it just so happens that they forget to cut this part out of the footage. (don’t look too into this okay. it’s porn.) they’re drunk, giggly and nervous, but when they start kissing, things progress fast - until phil’s on his back on the bed, missa between his spread legs, both of them bare as missa asks him if he’s ready.
okay I’m too embarrassed to finish this but. phil’s first time bottoming with a man gets caught on camera and uploaded for the world to see. kristin thinks it’s hot. when asked, phil admits he wants to do it again - but with a different camera recording him this time. or no camera at all (so kristin can join in this time). yeag
That RPF where Phil forgot to turn off his mic and started jerking off RUINED me
So like, Imagine Phil & Missa do a stream together, actually in the same room, probably Phil's, they just do something chill like review mexican snacks that Missa brought, after an hour or two they say goodbye and end stream!
But by mistake they actually didn't, and after a while of them just hanging out without noticing they're still Live, they kiss, maybe only for shits and giggles at first, but they do it again... And again... Until they're just fully making out sloppy style. After a few good minutes of them sharing some giggles, kisses and spit, they start undressing, their cocks achingly hard at this point.
Missa starts going down, out of the stream's frame, you can just see Phil swearing while grabbing Missa by the top of his long hair and fucking his mouth ^^
(THIS ENDED UP KINDA LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO)
MR MALWARRREEEEEE YOU’RE SPOILINB ME. OH MY YOD!!!
first of all if they ever stream together irl I will be losing my mind. there’s a possibility and I will never shut up about it if it actually happens.
second of all. god. loving the trend of “streamer thinks they’ve ended stream but they didn’t and shenanigans ensue”, and this? this is phenomenal. I imagine the end of the stream would get a bit chaotic and (if I’m remembering twitch functions right) maybe one of them goes to raid another channel but doesn’t actually stop streaming. they stop paying attention to chat just to chill out, text people they need to, chat and share pictures and everything is normal. maybe missa leans suspiciously too close to phil instead of waiting for him to extend his hand to show what’s on his phone, or maybe phil makes some compliments that raise eyebrows. nothing that out of the ordinary.
until they get close enough, pause, and eventually kiss each other. they back away and laugh about it. missa asks phil if he wants to do it again. so they do it again, letting out giddy huffs of laughter each time they part only to dive in for another. it doesn’t take long for hands to start to wander, first for balance, then for missa to pull phil in deeper, both of them groaning against each other’s lips.
when missa rolls his hips to grind against phil’s thigh, phil full-on moans. missa grins, cheeky at the embarrassed look on the other man’s face, before reaching a hand down to press against the growing bulge in phil’s pants. phil makes a strangled noise, eyes wide, and bucks his hips up to chase after his hand before stopping himself. his eyes dart to the camera and he asks if they actually ended stream. missa pauses to follow his line of sight.
there’s a moment where they could realize they’re still live. they stop, issue out apologies, pray they don’t get banned, and finally shut the stream down.
phil can’t see the desk with missa crowding him into his chair, but missa insists he did. it looks like he did, so he must’ve, and he says in full confidence that he knows what he’s doing as a streamer. phil just wanted to make sure, grabbing missa by the back of his head to pull him back down to his lips.
there’s no way they’re ending the stream anytime soon.
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okay that’s the most I can write coherently fic-style but goddd phil holding missa’s hair as he sucks him off. it’s a shame missa goes out of frame to suck his dick because I need to see how pretty he looks with a dick in his mouth. phil leaning back in his chair and groaning, looking down as missa’s head just barely bobs in and out of frame. when phil gets close, his voice raises to a higher pitch and he goes to warn missa (out loud, for all chat to hear he’s about to cum <3), who pulls off of him to slow down. he doesn’t move away immediately, still kneeling between his thighs to slowly stroke over him, giving phil a crooked smile that phil immediately tries to hide his face from.
they should grind their dicks together I think. barely shove their pants down far enough, just enough to get their dicks out so missa can wrap his hand around both and squeeze their dicks together. is it comfortable in the chair phil’s in and with all their clothes on? probably not, but it doesn’t look like either of them care. missa jerks his hand over both of them, phil bucks his hips for more, and when missa breathlessly tells him to keep going because feeling phil’s dick rut against his is good, phil shivers and yanks him back down to kiss him again. it’s a clever way to muffle all of their sounds, so all the stream mic picks up is the sound of the chair rocking and their heavy breathing, occasionally interspersed with an airy, loud moan or a rushed swear.
I think phil should come first. something something inexperienced with men, maybe having a secret crush on missa, or just him being a quickshot - whatever works. he gasps, warns missa again, who doubles his speed this time until phil whines out a quiet, “fuck,” as cum spurts between them. missa rolls his hips to chase after his own peak, letting phil shoo away his hand so he can help him finish. there’s a white mess on phil’s shirt that’s clearly visible in the camera. it’s only when they’re catching their breath, languidly pressing their lips together to enjoy the afterglow, that the realization dawns on both that they don’t remember actually hitting the stop streaming button.
I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)
Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.
Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.
Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)
throuple mirror sex anon here, at this rate I should just make my own nsfw sideblog to talk from lol.
Slight angsty breeding/preggo EK/Phil/Missa idea. I ended up in a rabbit hole of birds who are egg bound and immediately my brain went to our local old bird man and then to pathetic bottom EK. Phil knows his own body and would have quickly picked up on something being wrong concerning an egg, but EK has been in control of the body for a bit. EK is not used to being an bird man and has a ego, so not only does he not know there's something wrong he refuses to admit there's something wrong. Missa can also tell something is wrong as Phil/EK physically looks uncomfortable and sick. EK's control even slips a bit to where Phil is present again and can easily assess that the problem is an egg not passing naturally (EK didn't recognize the signs of an egg and so wasn't looking for that or trying to pass it). Cue Missa and Phil bullying EK into letting them help pass the egg before it gets worse. Missa getting EK sat in hot water and massaging him externally and internally to encourage the egg to pass while Phil coos encouragement at EK. EK being embarrassed (and maybe a little bit scared, he'll never admit that) and also humiliated, he's never done this before. Usually he's pumping eggs INTO someone, not having to push them out like this. EK having to let people take care of him and he's not sure how he feels about this but it is mostly embarrassment.
IDK, just some thoughts you might enjoy ;) Anyway, welcome back! I love to see responsible social media and internet use, good on you.
YES I DO ENJOY THIS I love every chance to make ek into a pathetic mess of a deity and after doing some research on being egg-bound - ek not knowing or maybe even purposefully refusing to lay an egg (not out of malicious intent toward phil, but more of him refusing to “stoop down to a bird’s level” and not realizing this would have a very negative physical impact on his vessel) is 100% what happens. he and phil bicker about it. phil hits him with the “I told you so” and ek’s just like “what the fuck is wrong with your eggs, mine never feel like this” “what the fuck is wrong with your gooey ass eggs bitch” and so on and so forth
missa’s practically expecting something to go wrong with ek possessing phil’s body so consistently and while he says nothing, ek still bristles like missa’s telling him “I told you so” too. L that’s what you get for your dumbass ego
loving the image of ek!phil, feathers flared out in a poor attempt of intimidation, sat in a bathtub like a wet cat trying to get out of the water KKKKK
um. yeah. went overboard. contains: egg laying (nothing graphic bc i a coward)
he looks miserable in there and it takes missa with him in the tub, holding him in his lap, to keep ek still so they can get this process going. he’s bright red when missa carefully grabs one of his legs to hold him open, complaining and squirming the entire time. missa’s other hand cups the distension in his abdomen where the egg sits, which makes him still with discomfort. the water is warm and feels nice, all things considered, but ek’s skin prickles with phantom pain, too aware of how the water feels on his flesh. it doesn’t hurt, even though it feels like it should - but what definitely aches more is the damned egg lodged inside him.
“just push,” they said. “it would be easy.”
ek doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. he feels vile and humiliated beyond belief about this whole situation. phil’s voice floats in alongside missa’s gentle encouragement and ek hardly hears any of it. he hates this. he hates all of this.
unfortunately for him, he has to deal with the consequences of his actions.
maybe it’s his squirming, maybe it’s missa’s hand over his stomach - something shifts inside ek’s (phil’s) body and the egg moves. ek goes stiff.
“wait- what’s-”
missa’s hand sweeps over the lump and presses down above it. ek can feel it fucking moving inside him- what the fuck- what’s-
“finally,” phil gripes in his head. “it’s loose now.”
loose. loose? the ache is still there from the discomfort, but the weight in his abdomen has shifted down - and ek panics, clenching himself up, chest heaving, eyes wide. what the fuck is happening?
“ender? what’s wrong?”
“bruh, I thought you wanted this thing out of you.”
he does! he wants this thing gone! but- this can’t be the only way he has to get it out.
the worst part is- he’s tightened himself as much as he can, but the pressure is unyielding and with one leg already spread wide, he can’t do anything to stop it. “it’s-” he stammers, fighting the urge to kick his leg free from missa’s grasp because he knows it will break his concentration to keep the egg in. “I- I can’t-” great void, why does he sound so petulant?
“because you are, dickhead. it’s just an egg. let go of your ego for two seconds.”
easy for phil to say. (“I can fucking hear you.”)
“is something wrong? is it stuck again?” missa worries, and his hand moves south. ek doesn’t react in time to stop missa’s fingers from dipping inside him, two fingers barely squeezing through the grip ek’s holding himself in. a broken, pathetic noise tears out of his throat. this is miserable.
missa hums, clueless to ek’s reason of distress. his fingers probe deep enough that ek can feel the tips of them brush against the bottom of the eggshell and he screws his eyes shut, panting through gritted teeth. “you need to relax, ender, it’s okay.” easy for him to say.
this isn’t fair. he isn’t a stupid avian that lays these eggs. he’s the enderking! he is royalty! he can’t stoop down this low to be put in this position!
“god, and when I thought you couldn’t get more insufferable,” phil groans.
“cariño.” ek’s body shivers at the pet name murmured against his ear. it’s getting harder to keep himself together, to ignore the reality of what’s about to happen - missa lets go of ek’s leg and he hurries to slam his thighs closed, except the hand between them stays put, stays inside him with two fingers flexing against his squeezing walls. his free hand quickly reappears over his breast, cupping the fat gently before thin, dexterous fingers find his nipple.
ek thrashes. “n- no, don’t-”
“relax.”
it’s overwhelming. for some fucking reason, phil’s chest happened to get extra sensitive whenever this egg-laying nonsense occurred, and this time was no exception. each pinch and tug makes ek’s back arch and wings splash in the water, cramped and trapped against missa’s chest, and he throws his head back against missa’s shoulder with a shrill keen.
worse yet, with ek’s squirming, he accidentally gives missa’s other hand enough room to shallowly fuck those two fingers into him, just teasing the rim with the promise of a third.
ek can’t even focus on the pressure in him moving until he hears phil murmur, “that’s it. that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
a truly undignified noise squeaks out of him. “sh- hh, nnh, shut up,” he snarls, but all of the venom in his voice is lost with how wobbly and high-pitched it sounds.
“you can pretend all you want, mate, but you like this. I know you do.”
in what world would the king enjoy this? the egg is moving inside him - feeling a lot bigger than he was expecting, almost too big to keep clenched inside him, ek’s skin prickling not just with the water around him but mortification. phil’s body seems to know what to do, but ek can’t. not like this.
just then, the teasing pressure against his wall finally gives and a third finger slides in next to the others - and the egg moves with the stretch. a thin warble trails out of ek before he can stop it. oh, great void, why does it feel good?
“the egg’s almost out,” missa says lightly, “you look so pretty like this, you know?”
at the same time, phil snides, “gods, you sound like a whore.”
he can’t muster any coherent words, eyebrows furrowing to focus, but he can’t clench down any further, the egg’s moved too low. missa’s fingers, now still and massaging his inner walls, stretch him too much. it’s coming out.
ek can’t control the noises any longer. he can’t control this stupid body anymore. finally, finally, he lets the instincts he’s been fighting this entire time take over.
instantly, his walls start squeezing rhythmically around the weight lodged inside him. screwing his eyes shut, ek pushes and the egg sinks lower and lower down the canal. when it finally bumps into missa’s fingertips, a whine tears out of him. it’s so much bigger than he was thinking.
“s’ what happens when you leave it inside for too long. learned your lesson yet or what?”
ek’s head spins. it’s too big. he can’t get that out of him. his chest heaves as it starts to burn. “c- cahh- can’t.” it’s awful, admitting it like this.
“yes you can, you’re almost there.”
“push, ender. it’ll be over soon.”
missa’s hand cups over him as the egg finally begins to crown. the sensation is baffling, trying to push something so large out of his body, but ek has no other option but to push. a hand paws at missa’s other still kneading his breast, and with a soft noise missa lets ek grip it as tight as he can.
it’s an arduous and horrid process. ek refuses to go into the details. the narrowest part of the egg feels leagues easier than the bottom half, which takes missa’s firm massages and gentle encouragement, as well as phil’s surprisingly helpful tips about counting his breaths, to eventually push all the way out.
by the end, he’s lightheaded and faint, only held together by missa’s cooing praise and petting hands over his sore body. everything hurts - inside him, his thighs, his wings from straining and trying to flap, everywhere.
eventually, missa has to get up to take care of the egg. ek’s so tired he lets him, despite the warmth of his hold. slowly, clarity trickles back to him.
that’s… it?
okay, it was an awful process, and horrifically demeaning, and he is never going to let that happen ever again.
but it was just… one egg.
one massive egg.
not all of them would be that size though, not if ek could help it.
void, what is he thinking? these almost feel like phil’s thoughts, except the man has gone quiet in ek’s head and he can’t tell if he should be worried or relieved.
he should give the body back to phil. he wants to hide away and never resurface again after what just transpired - he just laid a fucking egg, how can he show his face around these two again? surely they’ll mock him for putting himself in this situation, for making such pathetic noises, for whatever this was - but as he catches his breath, he watches missa wrap the egg up in towels to dry it off with hazy eyes.
he feels himself twitch. he feels empty.
his fingers trail back to his opening, the rim puffy and stretched out just from the egg. it’s still slick, sore, sensitive - it’s… strange. he should be happy that wretched thing is out of him. he shouldn’t even be here. phil should be dealing with this.
is this… what it’s like when he lays eggs in someone?
he’s never thought about the aftermath. he feels empty. his fingers feel too thin, too short, bent at an awkward angle, not enough but he doesn’t know what he needs. or why he needs it.
when missa calls to him, ek realizes he’s shallowly thrusting three fingers inside him in his search for- something. he doesn’t like chasing after something he doesn’t even understand, so he doesn’t feel that same flash of embarrassment when he’s caught. he also dutifully ignores phil’s snide comments as he demands missa helps him solve this problem too.
ek ends up shoving missa down onto the bed and sinking down on his cock in one go, if only to repair his remaining dignity. missa was too hesitant, worried about how sore ek must be, but ek doesn’t care. the cock inside him fills him immediately and he’s never felt better.
his mind is blissfully quiet while he bounces on missa’s lap, wings splaying out and twitching with each pleasured-pain spark from ek’s sore walls - up until missa’s hips jerk up suddenly, hands on ek’s waist tightening to fuck into his loose, wet hole and his cock hits somewhere deep that makes ek nearly screech. then, that conniving bastard in his head whispers just for ek’s ears, “you want to lay his eggs, don’t you?”
oh, void, what a thought.
a thought he shouldn’t be entertaining- “yes! yesyes, right there, harder-”
whatever phil says, that wasn’t an answer. obviously the enderking hated that experience and refuses to put himself in that situation again. so what if he cums around missa’s cock the second phil says it? that means nothing.
