#ఌmirney’s moronic workఌ

[mirnsey]

I saw other people say this too, if you write a Msub oneshot and have the absolute audacity to end it with ‘he flipped it over to show who was really in charge’ kind of shit, how could you. Like.. girlie, bestie, Pookie bear.. you don’t have to appease to both sides. Just write the dom reader one shot and move on Pookie

[mirnsey]

I either want to hate fuck a man with a collar around his neck as i abuse his prostate and make him cry and not able to speak, babbling for permission to cum

OR

I wanna be taken care of in bed, have a guy whisper that he loves me with all my imperfections in my ear while we fuck, kissing over my skin all the while. And then i would probably cry because i just feel so loved.

And i am now figuring out getting both is very hard

[mirnsey]

I need more putting cocky big dick men in their place.

Like, buy a strap just thinker and longer than his own cock. Make him take it like he’s probably forced many other people to do in his slutty past.

If he’s gonna fuck people like a slut, why not fuck him like a slut. Make him cum until he can’t count. Record it even. Show it to your friends. Or bluff that you will.. either way, you now have a video to watch in your free time.

… anyway, have a good day ig- I’ll be thinking of this all day, so mine’ll definitely be good

Drabble : work on this (soon to be made)

[mirnsey]

꧁𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒꧂

❣︎𝐃𝟐. 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈❣︎

★✩★✩★✩★

• 𝐧𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡! 𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝, 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧�� 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢��𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 •

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟐.𝟔𝐊

Toji was always seen as someone who wasn't good with money. He barely even upheld a job.. or, no—he wouldn't and didn't have a job at this point. No little jobs wanted to hire him because he seemed too intimidating and as if on the drop of a hat he would rob the place, and he was too lazy to do some big business jobs in offices. So, what do you do when you need money but don't wanna do work? Why not be a sugar baby? Suck some guy off and get paid for it? Easy.

So he went on some websites, looked up some people, and he got hooked up with some CEO of a big business. You were rich too? Perfect! For the first couple of weeks it was easy, Toji ventured to your condo to have a fun night with you, and he would wake up with a stack of cash on the bed side table, and with you nowhere to be found, off to work. It was like that at least five days a week, it was as if it was the nine to five job Toji refused to get. Setting off to your house each night, getting fucked, getting money, and then spending it on whatever.

And that 'whatever' was true as well. You never asked him what he spent his money on, and Toji never thought he had to tell you.

Well.. until this morning.

Toji raised from the silky comforters of your bed, dark eyes flitting over to the bedside dresser for the money, eyes widening when you were surprisingly still there. You were dressed in your work clothes, dark pants and a button up white shirt with your best leather shoes, though your jacket was somewhere else than your shoulders. Your fingers were working at counting out the money, hundreds already split between your forefingers. At the stirring of the man still on your bed, you looked over, eyes nonchalantly flicking over the pale skin of his chest. Most of the skin wasn't as pale as they were supposed to, covered with bites and red marks from last night, the man's calloused hand breaking you out of your reminiscing when it scratched over the valley of his pecs.

You looked back to the green paper in your hands, folding over about eight hundred dollars. You looked back to Toji again, the man already watching you, mostly the money in your hand, curious about something. "What do you use this money for anyway?" You asked, one of your brows raising in question as you waved the money in question.

Toji just shrugged, scratching the back of his neck while his jaw opened wide in a yawn. "Eh.. anything really," he answered, seeming as if he was hiding something. Your eyes bore into him, awaiting for him to say the whole truth. "Gambling, bets.." he listed out, as if it wasn't some waste of money. Your eyes narrowed, slight anger sparking in your voice when you spoke up.

"Do you win?" You asked, fingers tightening around the money. At this rate you would be late for work, and you were never late. Despite asking, you could probably already know the answer to how Toji would run back to you eagerly almost every night for the money to show up the next morning on the bedside dresser. It seemed to just be for the money, but he loved the sex too. "Do you?" You repeated slowly when not getting an answer from Toji, trying to keep eye contact even though he averted his gaze to one of your deep gray walls.

"Not.. really?.. like, once every.. five weeks.." he answered with a shrug, voice making it seem more like a question to himself. Your brows furrowed in annoyance, hand stuffing the roll of money into your pocket. "You mad?" He asked, the wide smirk on his face revealing its joking intentions.

Of course you were mad!

Sure this was just some side hustle because you were bored, trading sex or even just time together for money wasn't bad. And you didn't care at first, but how he would scamper back to you almost every day of the week was concerning after a while. You were wondering what he was doing with that money every time he left, it was a lot too! You asked just to make sure he wasn't buying drugs or something, this of course wasn't as bad—but you were still infuriated. You weren't just giving over money for him to give it away and not use after betting on some bad horse in a race.

Toji needed to be taught a lesson..

Maybe breaking that on time streak would do you some good..

With a roll of your eyes you ran a hand over your face, trying to ease the wrinkles caused by your furrowed brows. You snapped your fingers, gesturing him over as you ventured to the foot of your bed. You watched him walk over to you, black hair still messy and body only covered in his dark boxers. For a moment you just let your eyes rake over him, pupils focusing on his slightly hard cock. Morning wood, great..

Your mind wandered for a moment, if he was like this every time he was over after you had left for work. Did he jerk off before he left as well? Maybe take use of some of the toys tucked away in your side drawer—

Your tongue flicked out of your mouth, licking your lips as they felt unusually dry. You had something you were doing, you couldn't get distracted by the ebony haired man's dick. Leaning back with a sigh you patted your thigh, which Toji thought was an invitation to sit on your lap, which he would gladly take. Getting a quick fuck in before you went off to work? Sure.. would he be getting paid extra? Though, with a quick hit to the back of his thigh and a sharp look in your eyes he realized you wanted him to lay over your lap. Oh no...

Toji grumbled at the hit, leaning over and resting his torso on the top of your thighs, but, oh, would he be grumbling about worse things later on. Toji's dark eyes stared at the shag carpet tucked under your bed, ankles crossing anxiously when you didn't make a move immediately. Your fingers finally started to touch him, caressing the many scares on the man's back. You watched closely as he twitched at your soft touches, hips shifting over your thigh as he tried to get comfortable. His teeth nipped at his bottom lip to keep in a moan when his cock rubbed against your thigh, eyelids lowering.

As Toji continued to shift you sent a swat of your palm on his ass, causing the man to cry out. His face was now flushed in anger but also embarrassment, looking over his shoulder at you. "Hey! Fuck was that—" his words were cut off with another slap to his bottom, body jolting forward in surprise. Are you seriously spanking him over your knee like a child? It was humiliating and it wouldn't do any good, Toji would probably just go and bet his money away once you left for work.

"Count," Was all you said, rubbing your hand over his clothed ass. His brows just furrowed, confused. "I'm not-" at this point he wouldn't get out a full sentence if you kept hitting him as he was speaking. "I said, count." You repeated, fingers grabbing at his hair and pulling his hair back. A sharp hiss left Toji's lips, eyes squeezing closed at the stinging from his scalp.

Toji let out a groan, eyes prying open to face your glare. "One.." he growled, already knowing he would not be liking this. What were you gonna do? Ten spanks to the ass and then you would shoo him off and head to work? Easy. He would be out of here in less than ten minutes.

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One hour.

It has been.. one hour.

Toji's cheeks were red, and not just the ones on his face. After the first ten hits you had gotten a bit annoyed by the lack of responses by the ebony haired man, so you tugged his boxers off, tossing them somewhere in your room. Now his ass cheeks were a bright red, prints of your hand left on his skin.

He hiccuped lightly, eyes glossy with tears and face stained with already fallen ones. His hands were gripping your pant leg, wrinkling your clothes as he tried to keep his composure. It was painful, it stung, and he probably wouldn't be able to sit for a week.. but it felt.. good? Every hit of your hand caused a shock to rise up his spine, and to his cock.

Speaking of his cock. It was weeping, pressing against the scratchy fabric of your pants causing only slight stimulation. With every hit of your hand he would jolt, the underside of his dick rubbing against your thigh. His tip was red, almost purple, pre leaving a patch of wetness on your pants. Toji was sobbing and yearning just to cum, or to even just get away.

He tried to get himself together as your fingers just ran over the marks you had left, whole body trembling. His chest racked with sharp and shaky breaths, trying to anticipate the next hit. Sadly, he didn't anticipate enough, body jumping when you sent another slap to his ass. "3-3.. 31.." he hiccuped, eyes squeezing closed and more tears falling from his lash line.

"Good." You smiled, palm smoothing over his bottom to try and ease away the pain. You felt a bit sympathetic for him. He had messed up counting at least twice now, each closer and closer to the last spank you promised him. You said a good 35 would be good after he started speaking back around 12, only 10 away from his first mistake.

You watched as Toji's hips started to piston against your thigh, trying to send even a sliver of pleasure to counteract the pain. With a small chuckle your hand swatted his ass again, ripping a loud whine from the man's throat. Though, after this hit he didn't say the number immediately, head dropping down as he let out more cries. Coos left your lips, fingers running up and down his spine to try and ground him again. "Color, Toji?" You asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't tapping out.

With a sharp intake of air from the man he let out a measly 'green', body shivering with the conflicting feeling of your soft touches and stinging on his ass. "Good." You said, a smirk quirking at your lips. You had a sadistic idea, and Toji would definitely hate it. But.. It's all in the work of teaching him his lesson, isn't it? You ran your palm over his cherry red ass before bringing it back and spanking him again, Toji letting out a loud cry as his body tensed up. "Number?" You purred, awaiting to see if your plan would work.

"3... 3.." Toji droned on, trying to remember. After another moment he spoke, "32?.." he spoke, concerned that he had gotten it wrong so close to his final number. Perfect.

You tutted lightly, the response already causing Toji to pipe up in fear. He couldn't have messed up again, no.. nonono.. the last number he said was 31! He was right! You were lying!

"No, sorry baby, but that's wrong.." you said, your voice giving way to the wide smile on your face. Toji couldn't help but cry louder and you couldn't help but feel yourself throb at the sound of his shaky breaths and just imagining the tears running down his face.

"No—'m not-[name] please!" He begged, using his shaken arms to raise himself up. Despite the muscles under his skin his arms seemed like noodles, using all of his strength to just lift his upper body. "Please.. please—I won' do it again! Please-" he begged, voice being cut off by a whiny cry.

You watched him with a smile, fingers still caressing his red ass. "Oh.. how can i say no to that face." You teased, using your free hand to brush his tears away, Toji instinctively pushing his cheek into your hand to try and win you back.

But really, how could you?

His cheeks, all four of them, a bright red from abuse and tears. His bottom lip swollen and almost bleeding from him digging his teeth into it, trying not to cry out too loud when getting punished. Oh, and those eyes.  They were glassy and just begging for your forgiveness, eyelashes holding small tears. You cooed, using your thumbs to wipe his tears, fixing him on your lap so you were chest to chest. Toji immediately started to shift to get comfortable, the feeling of your pants a bit irritating against his slapped ass. "Promise?" You asked, brows raised as he just nodded, leaning forward and melting into your body.

His face pushed into your neck, a whine muffled when you wrapped your hand softly around his base. "Oh—wait, f-fuck— ah," he moaned, hands pawing at your shirt for something to grab onto. You stroked him slowly, carefully picking up pace. It wasn't too long until he needed to cum, your voice ringing in his ears as you whispered sweet nothing into the skin of his cheek. "Mmph—'m gonna-i gotta—" he wasn't even able to get to the point of his sentence before he let out a choked groan, hips thrusting up into your hand as he came. Spurts of awaiting cum shot from the tip of his cock, twitching and meaning widely as he finally got his orgasm, his cum coating your hand and your shirt. You marveled at the sight of his dick for a moment, grinning at its purplish color, sadly being pulled from your thoughts when some fell from your fist and into your expensive pants, a low grown leaving your lips.

Toji slumped forward into you, breathing shallow once again when you continued to stroke him. "Mmh—[n-name] no.. can't.." at his words you pulled away slowly with a roll of your eyes, mumbling a condescending 'baby' as a joke. Your hand laid on his thigh, easing it down when his muscles suddenly jumped at the contact of your hand. You pat the side of his leg, turning to lay him on the bed. You chuckled when Toji's arms shot out and around your neck, pulling you into him. You cringed away knowing that his spent and cum covered cock was leaving stains on your shirt and pants, some probably even getting on your belt.

"Toji—I'm starting your bath," you laughed, trying to not give into his embrace. You let out a chuckle at a thought, prying Toji's muscled arms from around your neck and tucking your hand into your pocket, fishing out the money you had counted out before. You folded it before tucking it between the naked man's parted teeth, catching him up off guard. You then walked off to start the bath you were talking about, leaving Toji to catch his breath and count the money you had stuck into his mouth.

800 dollars?...

Tomorrow at 8:30 it is.

★✩★✩★✩★

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 😔

𝐊.𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

[mirnsey]

I’m expanded on my last post, cause it seemed that a lot of you liked if. I’m hoping that the more i write about the more those words will slowly morph into a one shot that i can finally post and get motivation to post other things. This is more of a long Drabble than anything.

Includes: spit kink, degrading kink, crying (?), afab implied, begging, whining, yearning

♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

Imagine he’s the most known in school, known for his good grades, great basketball playing, and impeccable dick size. At this point you could probably imagine it from memory from all the words spewed from other girls and boys mouths in the halls.

You get assigned to him for some school project, needing to be invited to his home as you don’t want to show him yours. Probably because of your parents, or the mess of your room. Whichever excuse you want to just not be in your own home.

Let your nose wrinkle when you walk into his room, showing your discomfort for the strong smell of body spray and sex. You couldn’t blame him. You were.. older teens, masturbation was normal.

Start your project as if it was normal, as it was what you did want to do at first. Start slow in engaging anything sexual, not even touching him until hours of brainstorming later other than try brush of the shoulder. Finally place your hand on his thigh when reaching to something on the parallel side of him, watch him jolt from the sudden touch of your warm hand.

Listen to him stutter and stamper over his words, legs shifting to cross closer to each other. He hoped to cover his sweats straining against his groin, the feathery touches you were leaving over his skin making him get covered in goosebumps.

Pretend to be clueless. Pretend you ‘don’t know what he’s talking about’ and ‘you don’t remember touching him’. Manipulating a manipulator isn’t that bad. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Only engage in conversation with him ages after he’s been giving you hints, when he finally actually communicates and asks you desperately to fuck him.

You could stay clueless for a little longer until he babbled for you to just touch his needy cock. To ‘please stoke his dick’ and to ‘let him eat you out until your satisfied’ and even to ‘fuck him till he cried’.

And maybe you would do it, reaching for the bot to ruin him as you pleased. Spit in his mouth, slap him, degrade him, ride his face and edge him until he can barely even work his tongue to ask to cum.

Watch as his cocky resolve falls into pieces at your hands, something never recorded at your school. Be the first person to make the school player fall to his knees, hands itching to grab at your thighs. To kiss over the pudge of them and slowly press kisses closer and closer to your pussy to finally have a taste of you. And you could deny him even, make him beg further..

Im getting into the groove again, im feeling the words 🙏🏾

[mirnsey]

꧁𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒꧂

❤︎︎𝐃𝐀𝐘. 𝟏 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆❤︎︎

★✩★✩★✩★

• A𝐦𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐰(𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞)𝐩, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝,  𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞.. 𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐠𝐥 •

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏.𝟔𝐊

You and Akaza met in a one of a blue moon moment, your relationship blossoming from when Akaza first spoke to you. The demon never knew he would be in a great relationship after losing a loved one a millennium ago, finding one just like it in newer years of his demon hood.

And.. It was great.

Unlike how Douma acted with his religion and many concubines, it seemed as if having a relationship was a one and done thing. It seemed as if with the rainbow eyed demon you just met a woman on the street, took her home, fucked her, and then left her once the sun met the horizon. Or kill her. Akaza of course didn't kill women, but that of course didn't downcast Douma's pestering. He kept insisting that 'he was a demon, life was practically an object' and 'he could at least try something new in his second life'. Of course he wouldn't listen to him.. until now.

You were amazing. Of course not greater than his first human love—but of course a great runner up! Your public relationship was great. Lakeside dates on full moons and clear nights, mornings spent snuggled in bed as Akaza wasn't called to kill Hashira's yet and stepping outside would of course turn him to dust.. Or afternoons spent trying to word off Douma as he asked what position you guys usually fucked in, where Akaza would just yell at him after. Though, if he really wish to know, it was usually a mating press.

But your private relationship..

Akaza was never an outgoing man, in or out of bed. Douma would pout when he would even have a conversation with you over ten minutes that wasn't insulting, as the best thing he could get out of him was a backhanded comment. He never got to talk to him like that, how come his fuck buddy gets to! To Akaza, just being able to touch you under a kimono, or grope at your dick over your clothes, would've been enough for him for a night, cum staining the inside of his pants. Though, farther on with experimenting, you found that the only pose he had known from his decades of life was missionary.. with him on top. That was something you definitely weren't gonna stick with.

So, you showed him the reins. Almost every night he wouldn't be called away or the sleepless days you would be trying to find out every pressure point, nook, and cranny that made him shudder. Hours of lubbing your fingers with spit and trying to find that pace on his cock or in his hole that would make him whine. And it wasn't hard either. Years of chaste loyalty caused Akaza to be an open book; and, oh, was he an open book you were gonna read.

There was a full list of things that made Akaza weak, all carved into the grooves of your brain. Grabbing his waist from behind and pushing your hard on into the groove of his ass, whispering your demands harshly into his skin, and marking him. Oo—He loved that one.

Watching the multiple bite marks stain his skin with a wreath of red crescents, thin red lines traveling down his shoulder blades left when you would tease him with your nails, or hickies tainting his porcelain and lapis skin in a constellation of deep colors. Often after one of your.. sessions, he wouldn't even heal them, relishing in the slight ache of the markings. He never knew why he liked this, but you told him it was nothing but liking. Everyone liked different things, as you explained them as kinks, and he enjoyed standing in front of the full body mirror in your room, a tent rising in his pants as he stared at the different tags of your ownership adorning his skin.

And tonight was one of those nights.

A cracked main left Akaza's swollen lips, his back arching. Pink hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, whole body glossy with it. His skin wrinkling at the side of his eyes, tears beading his eyelashes. It was all too much but also too little.. he couldn't explain it.

The tip of your cock hit his prostate with every thrust, fingers digging into the skin of his hips and having him meet your movements. Your mouth was practically glued to his skin, teeth nipping and lips sucking marks onto him. With every snap of your hips against his more pleasure rippled through your body, mind clouded with lust. You couldn't even help but rut into him, eyelids fluttering as his hole pulsed around you. Akaza has memorized every vein and curve of your dick, but no matter how many times you force him onto your cock, he can't help but cry on it.

His cock bobbed under him, hitting his abs a couple times with every heave of your hips. He felt a spark of humiliation from the squelching noise of his hole squeezing taut around your length, but he couldn't help him if you were fucking him so well. But, the spark was dissipated by the waves of pleasure crashing upon him, your lips leaving a wet hickey against his pale skin. If anything the spark caused his stomach to twist more, pushing him closer to his orgasm.

Akaza's clawed hands searched for yours, whining out when you thread your fingers together. He was usually a pillow princess as he of course never had to take it from the back, so barely being praised for a long period of time started to take a toll on him. He didn't get into a relationship just to take dick like a slut.. but that was definitely a plus.

Though, his thoughts dispersed when you started to babble into his skin, just the sound of your voice causing his hole to clench tighter, ripping a groan from your throat.. "Oh—you take me so well. Hah ah, f-fuck... Mhmm, your noises are.. 's pretty.." you slurred, brows furrowing as you bit another oval of marks into his shoulder blade. Your teeth clashed with your teeth as you went to lick over the but mark, words barely comprehensible.

The line clad demon shuddered, back arching and hips pushing back onto your cock, a glob of precum falling from the tip of his dick. He couldn't help but let his head fall back into your shoulder, spikey hair falling more unruly while small tears fell down his cheeks. Choked moans and drawn out whines fell from his spit soaked lips, bright eyes glossy with tears that left marks in his face.

"Come on.. haah—oh fuck—you can do it.." you moaned into his shoulder, hand wrapping around his waist and grabbing his dick. With quick strokes you matched them to your thrusts, already overstimulating the great demon. Despite your encouraging words his head shook side to side, body thrashing lightly. He couldn't do it. At this rate, by the second round he would be shooting blanks. 

From both your impending orgasm and Akaza's wiggling your hips stuttered, a light whine falling from your mouth when you missed his prostate. With a newfound vigor your free arm wrapped around his waist, leaning closer to him and pressing your chest flush on his back, hips trying to chase that pleasure you had just been indulging in a second ago. Akaza moaned from the impossible closeness, red eyes going crossed. With a particularly hard thrust to that spongy spot in his ass drool escaped the side of his lips, rolling down from his chin.

"I'm gonna—fuck, haah, oh g-gods- cumming!" He gargled out, eyes squeezing closed. His line covered cock, already soaked with precum and spit, twitched aggressively, ropes of cum spurting from his red (and slightly purple) tip. Beads of the white liquid stained your hand, running down your knuckles and onto the ground. As if right on cue you came after him, tip of your own dick shoving right against his prostate as your own cum squirted out and painted his walls white.  Akaza let out loud whines as he came down from his high, the fatigue of just fucking weighing down on him enough to let him slump back into you.

You sucked in sharp breaths, pecking kisses onto the side of his neck. Your hand continued to run over his spent cock a couple times, pulling whines from the demon. "No—n-no.." he hiccuped softly, the tears once running down his face leaving small streak lines to accompany his blue markings. You continued on, thumb rolling over his tip, coaxing out the last of his cum.

Fingers letting up from his dick you pulled away, holding it in front of his face. Almost immediately Akaza lolled his tongue out, running in over your cum covered palm to get it off. Akaza could barely comprehend the embarrassment his mind wanted to feel, as he would usually be taken aback by anyone telling him to eat his own cum. He wouldn't be in the place to do that anyway, but even if he was, he would have killed you. But of course.. It was you. He would never...

You were his second true love, and even if you died a mortal death before he was executed by the king of demons, he would never forget that.

★✩★✩★✩★

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭��𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 </𝟑

𝐊.𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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𖣔𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𖣔

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧d 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 # ꧁꧂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 ❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 ❥ 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 ❥ 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐚𝐳

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 ❥ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐢𝐫

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 ❥ 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐰/ 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 ❥ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐰/ 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 ❥ 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐰/ 𝐁𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐞

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 ❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐰/ 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 ❥ 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ’𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭’ 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 ❥ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 ❥ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓 ❥ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐰/ 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔 ❥ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐰/ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕 ❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐨

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟗 ❥ 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎 ❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏 ❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 ❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐂𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒 𝐰/ (𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦)𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 ❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 ❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐰/ ��𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 ❥ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐰/ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔 ❥ 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟕 ❥ 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐰/ 𝐖𝐞𝐛 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟖 ❥ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐰/ 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟗 ❥ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐰/ 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎 ❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐰/ 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏 ❥ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐰/ 𝐔𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐢

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

✵𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋✵

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟏 ❥ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐰/ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

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Made these for my pookie

All Percy’s and Annabeth’s (all rings different, and Percy’s nail color is the current Annabeth’s eye color)

Yes, they are indeed speaking through a well and fountain 🗣️

All works are mine, water mark on it as well.

Meme it’s based on

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I get the whole thing of people in fandoms making sure the characters in it keep their culture and personalities as the fandom goes on, but like, can some people turn it down. (COD fandom.. that’s who I’m talking about)

Like, yes, writers will take a couple, or all characters, to write something sub about; even if the character has a dominant personality or something. But that does not mean you have to go and make videos like ‘be SO for real. You’re telling me you would see this person running at you and wouldn’t run away/cry?” Like, hey, that is a person who has been in the military for 5 years and could benchpress 7 times my body weight, of course i am running, or just sitting on the ground and crying so i can accept my fate.

But for the sake of my fantasies, i would stand my fucking ground. Because I’m just like that. So we will let you live in your delusions where some 6’7 dude blows your back out or something, and we will be in our delusions of making some tank of a man cry. GOOD DAY TO YOU.

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ꕥ𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄ꕥ

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•𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫,𝐬𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐰𝐩 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲) , 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐠, 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧/𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲(𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐤), 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐠𝐥. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞(𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤)•

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟒.𝟑𝐊

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The war was over... the transformers had saved everyone, and that rich douchebag didn't win.

Though it had only ended a bit more than a month ago, both Tokyo and the small part of the city where the transformers had to fight were still being built back up. With kind hearts the transformers helped work back up the cities that had been torn down by the perishing war.

The centuries old cybertrons went back into the mountains to live without harming the community just by existing, alt forms definitely too dangerous to be wandering around in.

And then there was you, another cybertron who had helped in the war. You were male, as the other autobots were as well. And when Optimus's voice message had reached you all while in hiding you had to wipe off the dust from your smooth [color] alt form, a nice [car].

Though, seeing as it was slightly out of date, you decided to upgrade to a newer version of it to catch up with the newer culture. So you scanned a car in some expensive car park before meeting the autobots again, changing your alt (and transformed) form to be better, sleeker.. bigger. It was a bit cool to be taller than you were before the war, though it didn't change much.

Except.. one thing... the way Optimus looked at you.

He already looked at you with pride. Being one of his second in command with Bumblebee, sadly replacing Ratchet when he was recycled, it was warranted. You took grace in it anyway, as you normally walked around with a cloud of confidence. And you were about his height as well, towering over Bee by a couple feet.

Though, after your model change, you of course got taller, so now you were taller than Optimus. When first meeting him you couldn't tell, too focused on the task at hand. But at certain times of war and the time after, it had clicked in your mind. The multiple times pulling him out of the face of danger seemed easier, times where you were covering his 6 and practically casted a shadow over him.

It wasn't anything you had thought about too hard, just joking around with the other autobots about it. Teases of you becoming the new captain or even overpowering the current one being shot between the 5 of you, to not be told to the captain in question. Though, Optimus dwelled on the fact.. quite a lot actually..

It wasn't like he was envious, he was far from it. He seemed more.. intrigued? Infatuated? That's too strong of a word.. is it? It was just.. the thought of now having a recruit who he only went to the chest too seemed to catch his interest. Why did he like this? Why did he like the fact that if you wanted to, you could push him around? Why were the scenarios of you manhandling his form around with your bigger hands as if he were some feeble human recurring in his mind?

Just those kinds of thoughts were the kind that could make Optimus's fans start to turn on, his usually deep and booming voice wavering for a moment while giving some speech about never giving up or something.

And those weren't the only things his mind would always go to when distracted. It wasn't just the height difference of you and him.. it was just you in general! Just.. your confident aura, how you held yourself anywhere, how you were so protecting and just seemed like you were in your element when in battle, and how you spoke and acted when you were angry.

... When you were angry?

You've never yelled at Optimus, never. He was superior, you wouldn't dare! But.. at those times when you were yelling at your autobot team mate, or those times when you were yelling in battle for Cade and his daughter to 'do as you said'. It just.. stirred something into him.

Did he love you? Well.. it felt like more than love...

He didn't just love you... He felt as if he needed you. If you were killed in battle Optimus would never be the same. Just the thought of you dying made Optimus yearn to make his spark stop shining.. but he would never be that drastic.

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You've noticed Optimus has been.. weird lately. Staring at you almost all the time, you've caught him glaring at the small yellow autobot even when just speaking to you, and it was like he was coddling you. As soon as some suspicion broke out that Megatron could not be dead months earlier, he seemed to immediately push you away from the problem; saying he could handle it.

It's as if your whole years of training didn't matter when it came to him. You knew it was in good feelings—he just wanted to 'protect' you. As if.

You need to talk to him...

You dismissed yourself from a meeting with the rest of the autobots, nodding to them as you turned away. The ground rumbled with your heavy steps as you searched for Optimus, stepping carefully around the debris on the ground. This part of the city had been closed off for rebuilding, making it a better place to trail around and reminisce on war.

With a small hiss you fixed one of the small buildings that seemed like it was going to tumble off of its bearings by just a gust of wind, metal hands keeping it steady. Though your focus was pulled away from the tumbling buildings when you heard steps somewhere near you, blue optics tensing. The mask of your armor arose onto your face with a couple metal clicks, hands immediately reaching behind your back and grabbing onto the handle of your sword.

Though the war had ended, the fear and caution from it still stayed. You were ready almost every second to protect yourself or your friends, so brandishing your metal sword suddenly didn't seem as bad as it did when you first landed on this planet.

Your hands twisted the heavy weapon in your digits, the metal glinting in the sun that peaked through the clouds. Your head tilted to the side with a small whir, peaking around the side of a building that was, thankfully, still standing. Though, when seeing just your cybertronian leader your sword dipped, mask withdrawing back into place. Your head shook with an optic roll, rounding the building.

Somehow, Optimus didn't feel your presence, head only popping up when hearing the screeching sound of your sword being placed on your back. Raising your head you could see the pad of Optimus's fingers running over a jut in the wall, one you remember making in the heat of the battle. "What are you doing here?" He asked, turning to you. From your close proximity Optimus was almost pressing himself against the wall behind him, looking up to your optics. "You.. you shouldn't be here.." he brushed you off, the only reason he wouldn't be walking away right now was how you were looking at him. With a glare.

Your metal eyebrows were furrowed, getting frustrated at how he was pushing you off so much. The transformer in front of you tried to keep himself strong, optics glancing down for a moment as he lectured himself in his head. He didn't need to be acting like this because you were taller than him, had a nice build, seemed mad at him.. and... never mind.

"Looking for you," you shrugged, folding your arms over your chest. "The rest of the autobots were having a meeting.. that you had told us to have." You explained, leaning closer to him. The peds of your feet shuffled, letting you push your face closer to his to glare into his optics.

Optimus just stayed silent at the claim, looking down towards the cracked ground. He couldn't say anything against it either, you were right! He had told the autobots about the meeting to talk about what to do to help after this war, and wasn't there to talk about his ideas himself. He was too engrossed in his own.. human-like feelings about you to even help those in need! You just watched as he tried to rack his brain for something to say, letting out a huff of smoke from your nose.

"Why do you always push me away?" You ask suddenly, standing a bit straighter and putting distance between you two. Optimus looked at you as if you just said something unbelievable, taking a second to get a response. He didn't think he did, but he does. You feel like you're favored by the red and blue transformer (because you are), but because of his 'feels', he had the audacity to try and protect you from things you can fix and handle yourself.

"I've.. I've done no such thing.." he spoke softly, turning to not look you in your sharp eyes. He took a step to the side, wishing to walk away from the situation. Though, the ability to do that was soon ripped away when you slammed your fist into the wall in front of his head, cracks rippling from the hit point. Optimus stared at the chipped wall, small clouds of smoke and debris falling from the buildings sides.

"Oh, but.. you have," you nodded, digits curling from the fist that had made a noticeable dent in the wall. Optimus couldn't help but push his legs together discreetly, fans coming on with a soft noise. Why was he feeling like this? You were literally telling him off! "Even in war, my safety was put over everything else. You would probably save me from a decepticon minion if you had to!" You let out a chuckle at your own words, head dropping for a moment. It was a funny picture in your head as well, Optimus protecting you from an enemy as small as some human child.

Optimus couldn't help but be a bit taken aback by your words, his own brows furrowing. Wasn't being protected what significant others hoped for in a relationship? He may have been going a bit overboard, but Optimus believed he was doing well... Did you not like it? His mind started to race with thoughts of how to try and be a bit better; if you didn't like something about him, then he could change—he would change!

"But, I can handle myself," you said firmly, catching Optimus off guard by your sharp tone. "You need to understand that." You said, finally pulling away a bit. With your words you poked him on the side of the chest, causing the smaller autobot to lean further into the brick wall behind himself. Your arm dropped from the wall, head tilting to the side lightly as you continued to just stare at him.

"I do!" Optimus defended himself, trying to make both himself and you feel better. You let out a smokey scoff, metal eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, you do not show it." You grumbled, looking out towards the more destroyed buildings. As an idea quirked in your mind a smirk widened in your face, looking at the red and blue transformer in front of you. "You know—if you can not get it, I will show you." You said slowly, faceplate nearing his again. This time you didn't move, blue optics staring into blue optics. Optimus's fans ran faster, frame shifting as if trying to push himself further into the bricks. As you stared your eyes ran down to his lips before looking back to his eyes.

After a second longer of just staring at him you let out a laugh when he didn't respond in any way other than trying to push his metal thighs together to relieve some burning feeling in his gut. Your free hand traveled to the side of his waist, thumb rubbing against his skin. You kept straight optic contact with him, digits slowly traveling down his thigh. You watched as Optimus's gaze traveled down your arm, training on your hand for a moment.

"Hey, optics up here."

At your sharp words he looked back up quickly, stifling a gasp in his throat. You had just given him a command, and he had just followed like a dog. Is.. this what you wanted? Were you planning this?

Despite his mind trying to connect dots and understand things, they were all wrong. Everything past you confronting him about his weird behavior has been you just acting right on instinct. And, oh, were your instincts telling you to do so many things right now.

Your digits squeezed his thigh with a small chuckle, hand reaching back up to his groin. Optimus tried to keep his optics trained on yours, body jerking lightly at your feather-like touches. Your fingers padded over the plate of his crotch, stopping for a moment. You looked into Prime's eyes, asking something silently. After a couple minutes of quiet conversation the blue and red autobot nodded, a small groan coming from the back of his throat.

With a small push the metal plate pulled back to show his spike, the appendage twitching when being shown to air. Optimus let out an uncharacteristic, low whine, eyes about to close before your digits reached around his base. He sucked in a sharp breath, hands quickly reaching forward and grabbing at your arms.

"Calm down, captain," you joked with a chuckle, hand slowly working up his shaft before rubbing his tip with the pad of your thumb. You watched as a clear-ish liquid beaded down the underside, collecting it onto your fingers to help stroke him off. Optimus let out a choked moan, digits tightening on your forearm and wrist.

"Wait— sir, p-please-" he whined out, head leaning back against the brick wall.

Sir? Oh, that's new...

You would've told him to look in your optics once again, but you decided to let him wallow in his pleasure for a little. You squeezed your hand around the base of his member, eliciting a moan from Optimus. You used your other hand to remove the metal plate from in front of your own spike, the bigger one springing out. Your member throbbed once being released, your lips opening to let out a low groan. Oh how you've been waiting for this...

With a moan you wrapped your hand around your member, stroking it a couple times to spread the pre over it. Leaning towards Optimus you pressed the undersides of your spikes together, wrapping your bigger hands around both of them. You couldn't help but let out a slightly cracked laugh, seeing that the top of your spike had reached a couple more inches above his. You knew you had gotten bigger, but didn't know that much.

You watched as Optimus practically fell apart beneath you, hands pawing at your shoulders. His head was still tilted back against the cracked brick wall, the spikes of his head making small screeching noises against the bricks. His thighs twitching as he felt your member run against his, composure only crumbling more from the added sensation of your fingers wrapped around them both. "Oh—spark.." Optimus said, more moans being pulled from his throat. You sucked in a deep breath, watching Prime convulse lightly, digits leaving indents into the metal of your shoulders. You giggled at the thought of having to get them buffered out. Or maybe leave them.. as a memorial.

"I'm—I-" he couldn't even get out another word before he was cumming, metal body curling in on itself. You tightened the hood of your digits, feeling Optimus lean closer to him as he reached the peak of his high. White liquid came from the tip of his spike in spurts, dripping down the side of your own cock and falling onto the pavement.

You looked up to Optimus with a wide smile, puffs of air leaving your mouth. Your mind was racing with different thoughts of manhandling his body into different positions, yearning to make him cum like that again.. and again.. and again.

Gazing into his optics it seemed as if he was already ready to tap out, his blue eyes almost closed. You couldn't help but pout lightly, thinking of what to do. Well.. you haven't cum yet.. so..

Eh, he was a strong autobot.

You release both of your dicks, the absence of your hand causing him to whine, waving Optimus's cum from your digits. Grabbing his hips you practically almost marveled at the space between your thumbs, honestly just admiring his waist for a moment. Oh how you loved his (slutty) thin waist. You used the leverage of his hips and turned him around, hand grabbing the back of his head and pushing his faceplate against the bricks. All that the autobot let out was a whine, slumping against the bricks with his spine arching.

A groan let your lips at the sight, your shaft rubbing against his entrance longingly. You could feel his hole fluttering against the underside of it, urging you to just put it in already. Despite the guttural feeling of just wanting to shove your spike in him.. you decided not to, taking pity in him. He was just some.. poor obsessive autobot who was putty in your hands, why not give him some slack before fucking him dumb?

Taking your two middle digits you pressed them against his hole, pushing them past the ring of muscles slowly, trying to ease him into it as you heard him moan loudly. Your teeth bit your bottom lip at the feeling of him squeezing around your fingers, letting out a low moan of your own. You could feel your spike twitch at a high pitch whine from Optimus at the intrusion of your digits, feeling them pull back before pushing back in softly.

He could feel his optics roll back just at the slow pace, digits leaving thin ditches in the bricks of the wall. You cooed down at him, free hand holding the side of his hips to hold them still as he pivoted them around. "You're gonna have to relax if I'm gonna go further," you said quietly near the side of his head, fingers stopping at the tight feeling of his walls. Your back was flush against the dip of his back, just making the situation searing to the touch.

Optimus's cheek pressed against the wall tightly as you pressed against him, hand wrapping around his hips to place feather-like feelings on his spike. He let out another low whine, hips rutting forward when your fingers started to move again. He couldn't tell if he needed to move forward away from the penetration or back from the feeling of your palm overstimulating his spike. It was all too much for him, some kind of vicious cycle depending on the thrusting of his own hips.

"I—can't-" he choked out, lips pursed his lips together and cutting his words off. His thighs tried to press together to try and get your hand to stop, but it was just some feeble attempt when you were able to force them back open easily, fingers creating a tight hole around his dick.

"But you can." You smiled wider, fingers curling deeper into him, a drawn out moan erupting from his throat. "You can do it." You praised, fingers starting a slow repetitive pace on his spike. You felt him tense under you, a choked moan being caught in his throat. As you noticed symptoms of him cumming you pulled your fingers out, watching his hole pulse around nothing as he leaned forward on the wall to support himself. Optimus's eyes clamped shut, a cry being lost in his heavy breaths as his orgasm drifted away.

You chuckled down at him, watching his metal frame tremble. From a small gap between his thighs you could see precum from the tip of his spike fall to the cracked ground, the liquid making a small puddle. You would've thought he had cum somehow when you weren't paying attention if it wasn't so clear. Have you really gotten him this worked up?

With a groan you wrapped your digits around your spike, directing your tip towards his hole. With a slow thrust you eased in it, hands gripping Optimus's hips. Your breaths puffed against his neck, cheek leaning against his clavicle. Small moans left your lips as you bottomed out slowly, the whines of the smaller autobot mixing with them perfectly.

A low grunt sounded in the back of your throat, fingers grabbing at his hips as you pulled your length out to just ram it back in quickly. Starting to try and find a pace, hips stuttering once and a while, one of your hands slithered up Prime's chest, trying to pull him ultimately closer. He let out strangled moans and whines, voice breaking into gasps as he didn't expect the rough pace. Optimus wasn't used to being treated roughly. He was usually treated with respect off of the battle field, barely even getting bad glares by passing civilians.

At the face rutting of your hips your knees bent a bit, angling your spike just right to hit his g-spot. Optimus cried out loudly, back arching drastically. "Oh—mmph-r-right.. ah, there!" He stuttered, hips trying to push back and meet your hips but giving up almost immediately. You responded to his plea as soon as he yelped it, hips working to try and hit that spot over and over again.

He could barely believe he was acting like.. well.. like a slut! No one would expect for the leader of the autobots to be bent over by one of his rookies! And.. here he was, leaning against a brick wall while getting his back blown out, almost drooling. But who could blame him! When your spike was rubbing against his walls so perfectly, tip practically bruising his sweet spot, he couldn't help but moan loudly and let his dick drip onto the ground.

Speaking of that, Optimus's cock was weeping. Pre was falling from abundantly, twitching wildly as he tried to hold the urge to cum suddenly. He wanted to.. he wanted to so badly.. but sadly, he couldn't. You were the one controlling this situation, rearranging his guts just so perfectly, so he would have to repay you.

For now, that would be by holding his orgasm.. that sweet sweet orgasm.

As he felt your spike continue to abuse his walls, all he could do was sit there, awaiting for your impending words that would let him get what he wanted. Your digits left dents in his armor as your thrusts started to grow sloppy, your face pressing against his shoulder. "Ah—you w-wanna cum?" You asked finally, hips sputtering as you tried to nail that one spot that made Prime's mind turn to mush.

All the leader could do was nod ecstatically, a string of whines ejecting from his throat. It was honestly amazing how you could break down this great leader of an autobot so easily.. and a bit disgusting. If someone would have told you all that it would take to get Optimus on his knees and submit to anyone.. was to give him some dick, your brows would probably furrow and your lips would turn down in a frown. It would be arousing, of course, but also a bit disappointing. You let out a grunt at these thoughts, eyes springing open with your next words.

"Y-you.. you're kind of—ah.. disgusting if you just let s-someone like me, f-fuck... to just bend you o-over.." you grumbled, thrusts slowing. Prime's head shook side to side, sobs leaving the autobot as he tried to convince you not to stop, words just coming out jumbled. Going on with his pleas you continued the drive of your hips, hand going around and squeezing around his spike. "Well? G-go on.. cum like the dirty c-captain you are.." despite scolding yourself in your head for the stutters in your words, you still basked in the reaction you got from them.

Optimus let out a loud cry, hole squeezing around you tightly as his orgasm crashed onto him. He let out gargled 'thank you's and even a couple ''love you's. You helped him through his orgasm, digits running up and down his shaft as he came, helping hold up his body when he convulsed. As he did his walls pressed around you tightly, a groan leaving your lips. With another small thrust you came, painting his walls white with your cum.

You breathed heavily, legs shaking a bit as you leaned against the autobot under you. You could feel him trembling more vigorously than you, falling limp against you and the wall. Pecking kisses on the side of his neck you pulled out of him, cooing as you heard him whine from the sudden emptiness. "You're fine... you did so well for me.." i mumbled to him, digits trailing down the crest of his ass. Pecking kisses over his shoulder, your fingers moving over his fluttering hole. Slowly you started to finger your cum back into him, the last of the autobot's strength used on arching his back and letting out a sharp gasp.

Oh.. you would definitely be doing this again..

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

[mirnsey]

“I can fix him” is my motto, but when the character is a cocky mean? Nah honey, I’m making him worse.

But still—if I’m fixing him I’m just gonna be eating out his pussy 25/8, 366 days of the year

[mirnsey]

Shoving my imaginary papers off of my imaginary work desk to fuck my imaginary boyfriend over it once again because a good account i found only writes 1 characters in a fandom sub and they have like 2 works of them

[mirnsey]

I love when different fanfics start smut in like a different ways:

1. You’re already in it. You just started reading and his dick is in her hole, her dick is in his hole, his dick is in his hole, her dick is in her hole, etc.

2. Words, words, they’re horny, and their partner becomes horny because they made them horny, and the bumping uglies commences.

3.. when two or more characters in their writings just feel so passionate about each other. Like there is thousands of words of exposition before the fucking that doesn’t have to do with anything with anything sexual. The characters soon feel an emotion, a yearning so deep in their soul that they just have to show the other character. Always love, can only be love. It doesn’t even have to be sexual. Cuddling, buying them flowers, couple kisses on the forehead and a hug. And even if it is sexual, it’s like 3 paragraphs of how they don’t even need to fuck for them to feel meant to be. That they don’t even need to see each other without clothes on to worship them, that they don’t need to be in or on them to know what they like and need. Knowing that they were the only one they really loved in that way, even without getting into bed for anything else then a cuddly movie night.

Even once it passes that, the author describes how they can feel each other’s essence between their heated kisses, lips molding into each other as if two missing puzzle pieces. How their bodies hold each other close, hands moving over to only find a place to pull them closer, not even needing to dig under one another’s closed to feel their skin to know what it would feel like. And they wouldn’t even need to feel their skin. If they couldn’t feel even just their hands, their face, their hair—no problem. They could quite literally never be able to touch each other and they would just.. talk.. get to know each other without the inkling of a thought that it was only for sex, just wanting to know them for them.

Even when the clothes do come off, they are loving and worshiping each other the whole way. Lights on or off, they love them for them, no changes, no errands to earn their love, nothing. To be loved is to be changed, and they always change each other for the better, and only then do they change. Their love consumes them even when they’re not fucking, even when not holding hands. Put them in a room, split with sound proof glass and they are just staring at one another lovingly. They consume one another like cannibals, the art of rhetorically eating one another and becoming like them being the only way to truly love them, the act becoming their everyday to day thing, still being dressed.

They know ever nook and cranny around their significant other and read each other like books. If you were to drop them into a remote forest with no connection to one another, they will find each other with just the power of love in 3-5 business days, trust.

…..

And 4. Is just like.. they kiss and one of them ends up cumming

[mirnsey]

Bro I’m having an epiphany because i had read a smut on here that was a virgin!reader, but instead of the character immediately pushing her into it he actually talked her through it and was really nice. And he called her pretty a lot.

And like.. i felt the pulse in my heart instead of my pussy bro.. i think im going back to the roots..

Anyway, I’ll try and get some writing out soon pookies, I’m not having a metamorphosis back enough to write sub!reader

[mirnsey]

Bro, as a person with a goldfish equivalent of a memory, tumblr is like the worse place i can be. I come here to check my notifs and get to writing, and i accidentally see one writing i like.. and then another.. and then another.. and.. it’s already 10 a’clock???

Like—let me stay on track once

[mirnsey]

Do some people who write fem!reader have the actual audacity to make things like a gynecologist or therapy appointment sexual?? (I’m busting out the double question makes for this

Like, what is the epitome of that for the doms who like the fuck men in the ass?.. like, a prostate appointment?

just.. what??