#anyways I want to try to talk to him more but but I’m not good at that

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Eyes on the Mirror - part 1

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW Words count: 2631 Summary: You're at a turning point in your relationship with Frankie, he tells you that his mother insists on meeting you. Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, reader wears dresses, heels and uses make-up, no other description of her is given, no mention of her skin tone and she doesn't blush, no description of her hair, Frankie can lift her but he’s a hunk of a men you know, mention of food, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, kissing, mention of unprotected p in v, nipples play (f receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), panties in mouth (don't know how it's called in English, I just know that I like it lol), Frankie is our canon PEK and also the perfect boyfriend okay, mention of being caught (well, to be more specific, to be heard lol), pet names. Let me know if I forgot something and I'll add it right away. A/N: This has been a long journey and I think it took me longer than expected. Second part is coming tomorrow. It's an emotional work, it's smut, but it's smut with feelings and I think I put a lot of myself into it. So I ask you to be especially delicate. This Frankie is the same guy from You look like a fun place to sit and Give me more Anyway, let me say a few thanks because I can't believe I had two people volunteer to be my beta, I'm very lucky. Kate @aurorawritestoescape and Ally @arcanefox207 The fact alone that you took some time to read and proofread my stuff is so important to me and you have given me so many helpful suggestions and advice, I am very grateful ❤️ Thank you Odi @joelmillerisapunk , to let me blather, to cheer me up, to always have the right words, I don't know how you do it, you're literally a gem ❤️ We’re going back to the emotional unavailable men agenda asap but for the moment I hope you’ll enjoy my lover boy neighbor!Frankie who is crazy about his girl 🥰  English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me, so if you come across one I’m very sorry. Frankie Masterlist ⎮ Masterlist ⎮ part 2

You and Frankie have been together for four months now, and you’re incredibly happy. Your neighbor, the man you spent a year hating, revealed himself as the best man you’ve ever been in a relationship with. 

You haven't said “I love you” to each other yet, you're taking it slow and you're perfectly fine with that, you know you have strong feelings for him but you don't know if he's ready to say it and the last thing you want is to ruin the best relationship you've had because of words said too soon. 

So you respect his timing without forcing his hand. And still you often think you don't even really need to say it, all you really want is to keep being with him, the man who can make you laugh in a second, with whom you like to do everything from the most mundane things like grocery shopping and running errands, to talking for hours and sharing everything with him, cooking, going to parties and concerts, even bickering. 

And sex. 

Oh, Frankie is a fucking magician. 

The most shockingly fiery and at the same time sweet lover you've ever had. 

You feel you can be yourself at all times with him, he knows your flaws and frailties and accepts them. And from where you were starting out it already feels like a considerable accomplishment. You never thought that the man who used to spend time judging you, once you penetrated his armor, was actually such a tolerant and nonjudgmental person.

You haven't moved in together, but you spend almost every night together, and yet, you are still trying to navigate your relationship without making the other one run off before taking the next step.

So when Frankie tells you that his mother would love to meet you, you get a little scared but you try to put on a good face.

"You really don't mind?" he prods you. 

You can never hide anything from him; Frankie has an ability to read your mind, the talent that you had never found in a man. 

His eyes scan you and he has a cunning little smile as he’s standing on the other side of the table, eating the eggs you prepared for him. 

“Yeah, don't worry, it's okay,” you nod, your movement a little forced, and Frankie notices it. 

“You're nervous, huh? Look it's normal,” he tries to reassure you, his hand slides across the table until it meets yours. 

He squeezes it gently and then intertwines his fingers with yours. 

“I'm sorry, she's been nagging me for at least a month now, I've managed to keep her at bay until now but she grilled me yesterday and told me that she was expecting us for dinner on Friday.”

“Yeah...I just feel a little pressure, you know, but it's okay,” you admit.

“Babe, she will like you very much, I'm sure.”

You look into his eyes, those big eyes the color of coffee and chocolate, and the comfortable glow they give off immediately takes away part of the weight you feel on your chest. 

“Are you sure?” you murmur.

“Of course!” he smiles at you, ”Well, you're a little sassy but...”

You slap his hand “Frankie! You're not helping me!” you complain. 

“Come on, I'm kidding. She’s going to adore you, I have no doubt about it,” he chuckles.

“Mmmm we’ll see” you still mumble with uncertainty.

"Come here," he says softly. 

You get up and walk over to him before he welcomes you on his lap and you wrap your arms around his neck. He rests his forehead on yours looking into your eyes and repeats softly, “she will adore you…not as much as I do but she sure will”

The thing is this with him, he's been circling around that word for weeks, so you're pretty sure he's going to confess sooner or later.

"What if she doesn't like me?" you ask him and bite your lip, looking at him expectantly.

“Uh, I don't want to stop fucking you, you know... so, you'll have to stay in a clandestine relationship while I'm dating a woman, personally chosen by my mom.” 

You kiss him, muttering “god, you're so...” 

He giggles and asks "what am I like?" tightening his grip on your waist a little tighter and pulling you closer to his chest, your tits pressed against him. 

“An incredibly lovely fucking bastard.”

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You are in the kitchen preparing dinner, which in your case means putting take-out pizza on plates, as you hear Frankie come in. 

“Hey, are you here?” 

He gave you his keys a few weeks ago to make it easier for you to get around.

“In the kitchen!” you shout to him. 

You hear his footsteps approaching from the hallway until he comes in with a bag. 

“Hey, baby.” 

You walk up to him to give him a kiss, he immediately puts down the bag and hugs you tightly. “mmm I missed you. What's for dinner?” 

“Pizza,” you tell him smiling through your eyelashes and stealing another kiss, his beard tickling your cupid's bow pleasantly “And I was thinking about…uhm…your cock for dessert.”

He squeezes your butt, chuckling, “So eager, huh?”

“For you? Always,” you purr, looking into his eyes, veiled with desire.

His stomach grumbles slightly making you giggle, “Do you want to eat first?” 

“Uh, no,” he whispers, and as he does so he slips two fingers under the straps of your dress and pulls it off, letting it slide to the floor. 

You're in your panties in front of him, no bra, he looks at you spellbound with a smirk that unknowingly puckers his lips, "do you know how beautiful you are?" 

His eyes move from your face down to the crease of your neck, your cleavage, your breasts, your stomach, slowly, as if he is drinking from your body, the source that keeps him alive. 

He takes his time, still hasn't touched you but you'd swear you've never felt more caressed than now, nurtured, sensed, accepted in your body's every disheveled and flawed manifestation.

You could swear you could moan from that alone.

When his hands approach your hips you want them so badly that you instinctively lean into them to meet his palms, the warmth of his skin welcoming you.

You cling to his broad shoulders, bringing his body closer to yours.

He lifts you up as if you weighed nothing and lays you on the kitchen countertop, next to the sink. 

Your legs hang over the edge as he commands, “open wide, baby,” and settles in between, still fully clothed. 

“Frankie, please.” 

“You know what I like?” he asks with a smirk, ”the way you light up as soon as I touch you. God, it drives me crazy the way you instantly become a needy little animal, you know that?" 

You feel your eyes heavy and your voice shaky as you repeat his question, “You know what I like? The way you know exactly what I need.”

He smiles, leaning down to your neck to bite the soft skin over your pulse point and soothing it right after with his warm tongue. 

He lowers himself onto you, leaving a trail of kisses on your beating chest, pausing on your tits and spreading his lips over your nipples, first one and then the other, caressing them with his tongue, swirling it around. You moan with each touch, tilting your head back as he sucks them harder, his beard pinching you gently, his warm lips enveloping them.

You pull his cap off and sink a hand into his dark curls. 

He knows you so well, it is as if he has memorized your every little reaction and in his mind has written himself a manual on how to make you completely lose control. 

He continues to work on your nipples, grazing them with his teeth, licking them up and down with his tongue, sucking them between his lips, hard and covering them with his saliva. His tongue goes around your areola, returning to your little pebble every time you pull his hair a little harder and mewl.

He suddenly leaves your tits and returns to your neck, you groan in disappointment but his tongue immediately soothes you trailing up to your jaw and licking over your lips, inviting them to open for him and dragging you in a sloppy, feral kiss that leaves you breathless.

His hips are rocking into you, brushing over your damp underwear while you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him against your core.

His eyes are dark with lust as he moves one of his hands over your soaked underwear, brushing your folds with his knuckles, “I’m going to make you scream my name so loudly, baby”

“That’s exactly what I want,” you prod him, biting down softly on his lower lip. “Do your magic, Morales.” 

You loosen the grip of your legs, gently pushing his shoulders to invite him to lower himself, and Frankie grumbles jokingly, "bossy". 

He kneels in front of you holding his hands down on your back, just above your butt and pushes you toward him, you falter for a moment balancing on the edge of the counter but his grip is strong and secure.

You run a hand through his curls, tugging slightly.

He licks a strip over your panties, taking the fabric between his teeth, without stopping to look at you. 

A fucking tease. 

He stills for a moment and then kisses your clit. 

Then he moves his flat tongue flat down, almost to your tight hole and then back up, again and again, lingering on your clit with quick flicks of his tongue.

The fabric of your panties is wet with his saliva as a new stream of pleasure floods you, soaking them even more.

“Oh fuck, yes,” you holler.

He looks at you mischievously. “Thinking about it… we should take some measures to make sure you stay quiet, honey, you know?” he nods to the half opened window right behind you. 

You glance back and then blurt out, “oh, whatever, let them hear us.”

Frankie chuckles at your impatience. “Do you really want to put on a show for the whole neighborhood?” 

“There are curtains, they can't see us,” you frown

“But do they need to hear us?” he says as he pulls off your panties, sliding them down your legs.

He sniffs them for a moment- “fucking sweet, darling” - while you wonder what he's going to do, then rolls them and stands back up, sneaking his hand behind your neck and looking at you authoritatively, his lips pursed in a smirk. 

He runs his thumb over your mouth, stops in the center and pushes gently, silently commanding you to open it. The moment your lips part he thrusts your panties into your mouth. “That's it, good girl” he coos.

It’s so wrong, keeping your panties in your mouth like that, your tongue numbed with the taste of it and your body tense under Frankie’s gaze. But also fucking right. 

He graciously holds his power over you, always considerate of your need while he plays with your mind in a delicious nasty way. 

He caresses your cheek, moving down to the column of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it, “Don't try to take them out or you won't get what you want,” he gently orders.  “Can you behave for me?” 

You nod.

He gives you a smirk and gets back on his knees and admires your glistening pussy for a moment. “Always so fucking wet for me,” he whispers before sinking into you again, licking and sucking on your clit and down on your folds, his nose hitting your most sensitive part. 

When you’re basically dripping on your inner thighs, he slides two fingers inside you, so easily moving over the spot he knows makes you see double.

His fingers are inside you up to his knuckles when he curls them, pushing and grasping.

You are thrown into a frenzy almost immediately as he gently hits you with his fingertips again and again, sucking avidly on your clit as you’re stifling your moans by clenching your teeth on your panties.

He laps at your folds so thoroughly, then goes back on your bundle of nerves, sloppy wet noises fill the air mixing with your gasps as he scissors and pushes into you.

He hums against you, whines evenly, you watch him through your eyelashes as he palms himself from above his jeans, seeking some relief.

He doesn’t stop until he feels your legs shake and your stifled mewls trying desperately to get out of your throat. 

Your orgasm crushes over you like a wave, leaving you quivering and breathless.

He gets back up and removes the panties from your mouth, kissing you with his mouth still smeared with your essence. 

 “You’ve been so good, baby.”

You pull him by his shirt protesting, "You haven't got anything yet, though.”

“That’s not a problem, hun, we can eat something and then you’ll eat me. Dessert, remember?” 

You giggle “deal.” 

You steal another kiss from him before slipping your dress back on and setting the table. 

As you eat you notice the bag he left in a corner by the kitchen door.

“What is that?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I almost forgot, it's a gift for you." 

You squint your eyes “For me? You didn't have to!”

Frankie smiles “I saw it in a store and thought of you. Open it.” 

You get up and go for the bag, not before giving him a kiss.

When you open the bag you find a dress. 

Very simple, black, not too low-cut, with a tulip skirt. 

As you're looking at it, leaning it over your body to see the length, Frankie suggests that you could wear it to his mother's. 

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“Are you ready, honey?” 

Frankie's voice is muffled by the bathroom door as you're finishing putting on your lipstick.

“Almost, you just need to help me with the zipper.”

Frankie opens the door and peeps into the bathroom.

He stops behind you, admiring you in the mirror as you stand there with your lips parted, leaning slightly over the sink, your legs slender from your heels, you wear the dress he bought you, unzipped at the back.

“Jesus, you’re a vision,” he breathes. “Maybe we should skip dinner at my mom’s.” 

He approaches you and settles his big hands firmly on your hips. 

“Come on, Frankie, be serious,” you giggle.

“I'm serious,” he replies in a rough, deep voice.

He leans down to leave a trail of kisses down the exposed skin on your back, his soft lips send shivers down your spine and you are almost on the verge of giving in. 

You set your lipstick down on the sink countertop and turn to look at him pouting

"You can't do this to me now, you know we can't skip it.” 

“Well, it might help you relax though,” he continues to flirt, his lips curved into a little smile.

You’d fall for it any other day but not now that you’re trying to figure out how to impress someone you don’t even know. 

Frankie told you something about his mom, how protective she is and overall pretty conservative, you’re the exact opposite. 

You don’t know why he stays so positive about the dinner, you’re pretty sure she will hate you.

One look from you is enough to let him know how nervous you are.

Frankie leaves a light kiss on your shoulders and says. "Okay, I'll behave, turn around." 

He pulls up his zipper looking at you in the mirror, “Anyway, I wasn’t lying, you look really beautiful.” 

You smile softly, feeling your heart fluttering.

general tag list: @baronessvonglitter , @milla-frenchy , @thundermartini , @harriedandharassed , @almostempty let me know if you want to be added or removed and I’ll do it right away. Thank you so much for reading!

[revelboo]

Who is your favorite Cybertronian to write for? If you don't mind me asking!

To write for? I think I’m having the most fun writing the Scavengers right now. I like dysfunctional group dynamics, but the Trine’s probably my second favorite group. For a single Cybertronian? Probably Wasp 😆

I’m so sorry for this- but I have weird ideas early in the morning and couldn’t help but think there’d be a reality out there where the war ended before it reached Earth. That maybe Earth gets discovered by Swindle and a few other opportunists. And he’d just be scooping up humans by the handfuls to sell as ‘pets/toys.’

18+

No Strings

Rainmakers x Reader

• “Nova’s just under a lot of stress lately and I’d heard that you-” Words faltering as Acid Storm follows Swindle into the back of the ship and his optics slide up to the video screens playing above the rows of cages. Wings flicking slightly at the sounds, the whimpers and moans. “Ah.” What was he saying? When he’d heard about Swindle’s operation, he’d laughed at first. Because it had sounded like a bad joke. But then he’d kept thinking about it. Gotten curious.

• “Nothing better for stress than a good frag,” Swindle says, grinning and gesturing to the row of cages. “And fragging is pretty much all these things do. Why they’re separated. They may take some breaking in and training, but I’ve got all the supplies you’ll need.” Turning to watch the Seeker bend to look into a cage, frowning when the human scoots to the far side. “They’re a bit skittish at first.” Why he’d paid Shockwave to synthesize him doses of what Swindle had affectionately dubbed Playtime. A little chemical pheromone, that when added to their water guaranteed not only cooperation, but enthusiasm. And a continued source of shanix after the initial sale as his buyers returned for more.

• “They look kind of like squishy, little Cybertronians,” Acid Storm mutters as he taps the front of a cage to send the little creature inside scurrying to the back, chattering at him. Is it speaking? “Are they sentient?” Drifting to the next cage, his wings flick. Keeps getting distracted by the vids.

• “Of course not. Smart enough to train, though.” Folding his arms behind his back, Swindle watches the Seeker wander around the room to inspect the pets. “That said, all sales are final and no sampling the merchandise.”

• Stopping at a cage with a pet curled into a back corner, he taps the door. Frightened eyes lift to stare at him, but you’re not leaking like some of the pets at least or screaming. Seem docile enough as you turn your little face away, hair brushing your shoulder. Submissive might be fun. “Can I see this one?”

• They’re back. When the monstrous robots show up, someone gets taken away. And they’d stopped in front of your cage. When you’d woken up confused and frightened here, you’d tried to talk to the guy in the cage beside yours only to realize you couldn’t understand each other. Hadn’t been able to yell loud enough over the damn porn looping on the screens to be heard by anyone who spoke your language either. And the robot acting as caretaker either can’t understand you or doesn’t care. When the familiar one opens your cage door, you make a doomed attempt to avoid that big hand and cry out when you get pinned to the side of the cage and grabbed anyway. As they talk about you in their growling, alien gibberish, you try to wriggle free before realizing how high up you are. Don’t know what they want with you, but given the porn? You’re have a pretty good idea and you sincerely hope you’re wrong. Because there’s no way you’re meant for that with these giants.

• Venting softly as Swindle lifts you free and places you in his hands, Acid Storm can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his servos as he strokes soft skin. And you go still and docile in his grip, breathing rapidly. Afraid or cold? You’re shivering against him. Running a servo up your frame to tip your chin his way, you grab on with both tiny hands. Head lifting from those pretty eyes when Swindle brings over a little harness and carefully puts in on you, attaching a length of leash. “That’s too short,” he says and Swindle just grins.

• “Not when you’re mass displaced. Trust me, you’ll want it for training them to take a spike.” Filling a crate with food, water, and blankets, he holds up the bottle of Playtime. “Before you try to frag them, dose them. Just make sure not to exceed the recommended dosage.” Otherwise their little hearts can stop, but he keeps that to himself, seeing the Seeker already frowning. “They can be a bit skittish the first time. You’ll want this.”

• Frowning as Swindle adds the tiny bottle to your supplies, he runs a servo over you and glances up at the screens. “How much for the pet?”

[jungkooktarot]

The truth about Jungkook’s ships | tarot reading

I got multiple requests about whether any of these ships were real, so I combined them in one post

Lisa: they didn’t date. they likely didn’t have feelings for each other even. and I don’t see that they’re friends either. but they both were aware of the ship, and it kind of created this tension between them, especially in the past years. if someone had slight feelings for the other, it’d be lisa. but still nothing big. she found him to be cute. he found her pretty and exotic. he liked her enthusiasm when performing. – the tension I talked about isn’t there anymore. they both forgot about the ship and don’t really think about each other almost at all. i think we all can tell that the ship has died.

Sana: there’s a possibility that they dated. if not then they were friends. we all know how twice & bts were close pre 2020 and I wouldn’t be surprised if even more members dated within these groups. however, this relationship feels quite old, like they broke up long ago and now their energy towards each other is cold. they moved on with their lives. I’m seeing the reason for the breakup is that jungkook was behaving childishly? I mean he’s younger than her anyway. but he was a bit childish and reckless, and I’m sensing more hurt energy on her side. I can’t see what happened exactly. it was nothing too dramatic though. (He’s also shipped with other twice members but considering he’s dated sana, they’re obviously fake)

Yeri: they also have possibly dated. it’s like 50/50. and she could have been one of his most genuine exes. pure intentioned and had his best interest at heart. however, their reason of the breakup also seems to be caused by jungkook. now there are 2 possibilities: he either cheated, even though it’s more likely unintentional? more on the emotional side. or he asked for the breakup because he wanted to fully focus on his career. they were dating during a time where bts were just getting widely recognized. it hurt her for sure but she was quite understanding.

Winter: nothing at all. they didn’t date, didn’t feel anything for each other and barely interacted. i’m trying to pick up on anything but there’s nothing really. the rumors were created out of the blue by someone who’s bored (just like most of his ships because he’s basically shipped with the entire industry). the most they could think of about each other is that they are good singers.

Rosé: they didn’t date either. but there could have been little feelings. even though I think the word “crush” is a bit too much? there was some admiration. I always believed that rosé in general is an army lol. and jungkook, he likes her voice so much. it touches him. so it’s more like being fans of each other.

Chaewon: it’s a bit confusing. but it’s leaning more towards a friendship. jungkook definitely was a fan of izone (we all know how big izone were) so he felt an ego boost when chaewon & sakura joined bighit. the company his group brought to be this big. he thinks she’s cute and he admires le sserafim in general. he feels like a proud senior. like a big brother. he’s definitely friends with the group and they could go on friendly dates. the energy is more lighthearted. It’s like “we are a work family” or something. even if he dated her or someone from the group, it doesn’t feel that serious.

These are the most popular ships. You can tell me if there are more & I’d make part 2

[sandeewithtwoe]

Now i actually want a post about why you like inkxbroomie so much lol

Well, of course I’m not gonna say it’s the perfect ship. I don’t take shipping seriously, mostly because I know that a very VERY few of them in this fandom is gonna be canon anyways, so I just try my best to have fun with it.

Anyways I think Ink x Broomie is the perfect ship and everyone is sleeping on it.

We need to look further than just tropes and angst to conclude if a ship is good or not. “Oh, Broomie is just a brush how would that even work?” It can work if we really want it to work.

We can assume that Broomie is somewhat sentient in canon. We have seen it moved by itself and has expressed emotions in Comyet’s art. While we don’t really know its personality, it gives us a lot of room to make up for one! That leaves us, the creators, to be creative about this!

And a point I wanna mention, is the concept behind it. And I’m not talking about fucking a brush. I’m talking about Ink, the character that represents creativity in the fandom, being with the very thing that helps him create and design, taking “married to their work” very literal. In fact, Broomie has been by their side since… well maybe forever! Everyone else, as far as I’ve seen, is always disappointed or upset at Ink for his morals and/or behaviour, but Broomie has always loved them. It has always helped them make their dreams and ideas come true, despite what everyone thinks of them. And I think that’s beautiful. It makes sense for them to be together!

Also, if you like aroace Ink, you can see this as Ink finding a way for people to stop asking him out. He doesn’t want to be in a relationship with anyone, so he dates his brush to have an excuse to say he’s already “taken”. Their (platonic) relationship can be a declaration of Ink not giving a shit about anyone romantically. Plus, he’ll find everyone’s reaction to this information very funny.

Anyways, this ship makes me very happy and is also fun to experiment. I keep imagining what their marriage would look like, how everyone would react, their problems in their relationship (i see this as an artist having art block), and more. I feel like I’m the only artist in this fandom who doesn’t see this as just one big joke, so i guess I’ll just make more art of them being together, I guess. In my eyes, Broomie is like a personification of creating, so why wouldn’t Ink fall in love with it?

Thank you for the ask, anon.

[verystrxxwberry]

Hello and Merry Christmas, Alex! I hope you have been well and are doing well aswell today❤️ I saw you opened your requests and I have read that Christmas ones have priority (completely understandable), but I wanted to request this little hc of you for whenever you feel like writing it: how would the boys from Eldarya treat a MC who is inexperienced with sex? (virgin or not, is up to you). Like how would they drop hints about it, how would it happen, how supportive would they be, would they talk or be awkward etc. Anyway, thank you so much for everything you’ve already given and still giving us! Have a good day!

ELDARYA; virgin reader (NSFW)

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: NSFW but not heavy, individual headcanons, routes x reader who’s a virgin, long headcanons, first time

↝ 𝐂𝐫���𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hii! Thank you for your kind words, I hope you enjoy. I focused on a virgin character so I can do some hcs about their first times with their partners. I didn't check it deeply so there might be mispellings, sorry!

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EZAREL

He found it out before you started dating, and even if it’s a random fact, he somehow kept it in mind. You were whining in the lab about feeling dizzy, about a stomachache, and he playfully asked “are you perhaps pregnant?” to which you answered with “I’m still a virgin, Ez.”

It’s not like he directly asked but oh ok, wow, that’s interesting “useless” information. 

But it became useful when he started dating you. Or more exactly until he is making out with you and is getting more handsy than you’d expect. You didn’t expect him to be so touchy when he was excited, but this elf is full of surprises.

You stopped his hands when they were almost reaching your skin underneath your shirt, clearing your throat a little. “Ezarel, wait…” you muttered, trying to control your breath, “I’m taking this as you’re liking it, but… I’m afraid I’m not as experienced to satisfy you completely.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “being inexperienced doesn’t equal to be boring, you know that, right? We can keep going if you want, and if not then we won’t,” he shrugged. Maybe he had a trouble in his pants, but he would never push you into that situation if you didn’t feel ready.

When you told him that you were ready, he smiled a little bit, not because that’s the answer he wanted, but because you did it for yourself. And he’d like you to enjoy yourself for this new experience.

He would unconsciously take control of the situation to guide you, to caress and kiss every inch of you. 

Ezarel would start by going down on you. Oh, it’s what he is best at. Just to hear the sounds you're capable to make thanks to his mouth and fingers is arousing enough.

Once he achieves to make you come several times, he’d get on top, making sure your lower back is resting over a pillow so it feels better for you. He’d ask for consent before aligning himself and would tell you to warn him of any slight discomfort.

He is so sweet, so patient and gentle that you almost believe the elf you knew has been replaced just for this moment. As he enters and waits for you to adjust to his size, he’d caress your hair to relax you, as well as his lips may find a path to kiss along the skin of your neck. “You’re pretty tight, hun… try to relax a little…”

He would move slower than he’d like so it doesn’t overwhelm you or hurt you very much. He interlocks his fingers with yours, allowing you to squeeze his hands as tight as you need. 

Ezarel makes love. He is slow yet precise, checking your reactions at any moment to detect pain, but he keeps going when he sees and feels that you’re enjoying yourself.

When you’re both done, he immediately carries you to the bathroom and forces you to pee as he prepares a bath for the both of you (so your muscles can relax and aren’t that sore the next day).

He’d make you eat and drink water as he changes the sheets so you both can sleep better and clean.

You might find a little mark on your shoulder, as a very clear sign of his love for you.

NEVRA

It scared you a little to confess your inexperience to him, knowing that he was used to this subject and was far more experienced than you. He has always showed confidence about this womanizer side, when he used to be, even if it was simply a mask. You didn’t fear of being a one-night stand for him since he was your boyfriend, yet you feared making him bored because he’d have to go slower and not straight to the point. Little did you know he’d enjoy it the most to be your first time.

One day you approached at him and shyly asked “Nevra… would it be a problem if I was a virgin?”. And why would it be a problem? He shakes his head, smiling subtly, “not at all, there’s always a first time for everything.”

It makes him feel a little bit greedy.

Nevra enjoys a lot to tease you when you’re cuddling with him, and it would sometimes end up in a heated making out session. Yet it would go further than touching over the clothes or him letting you ride his thigh until you’re exhausted. And you could consider that as a first time… but the clothes were still on.

He wanted to make your first time special so he probably planned when and how would it be. Before it happened, he would have prepared his bedroom with a romantic and intimate environment: sweet scented candles, roses, soft sheets, a bucket of tissues in the nightstand and a bottle of water as well. It would be in a special day, such as your birthday, your anniversary or whatever.

You kinda knew he had something on mind due to the way he acted during the day.

You got really nervous to see the bedroom decorated like this, but it’s alright, he took initiative to kiss you slow and gentle at first before increasing the intensity of it.

Lots of sweet nothing were whispered to your ear during that night. Lots of kisses and reassuring compliments, cheering you to act as bolder as you never dared to. He’d even ask you if you want to be on top or under him, but he’d be completely fine with switching positions during it.

He likes to be equally naked, so whenever he takes your shirt off, he encourages you to do the same with him. And damn he has lost such a wonderful sight for so long.

He uses his fingers to caress your skin, memorize every curve on your body and then to finally explore your insides. His eyes are focused in you and the way you react, with a lovely smile on his face, enjoying himself as much as you’re enjoying the pace of his fingers inside you.

Once his fingers are tired of moving, he’d ask you if he can use his cock next. It was up to you, and he’d actually use lube so it doesn’t hurt much. Will keep a slow and torturous pace, maybe slower than you’d like. He’s a cocky bitch and would like to see you asking for a faster pace so he can make you melt by going faster. He is gonna keep being gentle though, he might go faster but not rougher. 

He is gonna remind you how much he loves you as he reaches the orgasm. He has been too long without feeling this kind of pure, genuine connection. And he loves it as much as he loves you. It is even special for him.

Once you’re both done, he’s gonna carry you to take a warm bath with him and eat something to recover energy. Then cuddle to sleep!

VALKYON 

Isn’t everyone ‘virgin’ from birth until they lose it? It’s pretty natural, and he won’t even need to ask until the time comes. 

Valkyon is incredibly good at setting an intimate mood. His touch grows bolder, and he knows exactly where to touch to make your butterflies intensify on your stomach. By your reactions he can tell that you are getting overwhelmed, so he simply stops and asks, “are you alright? Do you want me to go further?”

Your breathless “yes” does seem doubtful, so he would ask a couple of times more before keep going with it.

Valkyon is pretty experienced with sexual terms, more than Nevra himself. He had spent a bunch of nights killing his free time on others’ beds.

His hands, no matter how big, rough and brusque they seem, his touch is absolutely delicate, terrified of hurting you. Even though it might hurt a little at first just to get pleasure later.

He takes his time worshiping your body, with and without clothes, until you know good enough how stunning you are.

He’d start with simple grinding his hips against your core. Ngl, the moment you felt that bulge against you, you panicked a little. He is a big man, and he’s a little bit thick under his pants. That’s why he wants to make sure you can come from the friction at least once, in case the penetration isn’t possible.

Before penetration he is going to use lube (in case the natural one isn’t enough) and make sure you can get used to his fingers. He mutters every now and now, “do you like it, darling?” just to make sure it is enjoyable for you.

If you dare to take him (or try to, at least) he’d let you ride him so you are in control of the pace. He has no rush, and he wants you to enjoy your first time with him. It is special, and he fears hurting you a lot. Mainly because he can’t guess what might the best pace for you to not hurt you, so he lets you take control of it.

Praises you! He isn’t very talkative during sex, yet he might randomly compliment how good you feel and to take it slowly. He holds your hips firmly, caressing the skin there and guiding you just a little, not wanting to rush you.

Seeing you lose yourself in pleasure is contagious, and he feels like losing apart as well. 

He fills you up with kisses and praises as you are panting heavily from the orgasm, carefully setting you into a more comfortable position. He’d clean you and give you water before cuddling you to sleep. 

Next morning you could shower and change the sheets, but that night he doesn’t want to do anything more than to sleep naked, enjoy of the warmth of your skin and relax with you.

LEIFTAN

Bold of you to assume this guy would be experienced in practice. He has had intimate encounters a couple of times, but the knowledge he has got is mainly from sex education books. So at least he has got the theory.

One day he talked to you about intimacy, and he asked you if you would like to reach that point at some moment in your relationship. 

When you tell him that you’d like to have your first time with him, he almost faints. He’d laugh awkwardly and tell you a small ‘ok…’ but would never dare to take the initiative for it.

It was during one of those lovely baths you both shared together in which you dared to take a step further. He didn’t realize at first how your kisses got more precise and sensual, as well as how your hands wandered through his chest to his abdomen. Yet it made him nervous how your hands seemed to go further and further as he melted in your arms.

His body reacted instinctively to your touch, and he could guess what were you trying, yet he’d look to share eye contact as he directly asks you “do you want to… take this step with me?”, and you were more than sure about it.

Leiftan is more on the submissive side. He can take control of the situation if he sees you lost or doubtful though. He wants to give you the confidence to go forward. Yet expect his cheeks to be as red as a tomato during all that time, it feels like his first time again -even if it isn’t exactly- with the person he loves the most.

He is more than aware that you have to find out what do you like or not during sex, so he is slow, patient and asks constantly for your opinion about certain touch, kiss, pressure and pace.

His skin is very sensitive to each kiss, to every single touch of your hands, and his little whimpers and sighs makes you feel good with yourself.

As you caress his dick, he would slide a hand in between your thighs to return the same pleasure you’re giving to him. The most beautiful sight he has ever seen was you coming on his hand, and he didn’t realize that was what he needed to see to be completely satisfied with his life.

The temperature starts to raise even if the water is getting colder, yet you both get sweaty from the overwhelming senses of your bodies together. The bathtub is small, so he is quite scared of asking you to go further. But you can see the need in his eyes and that moves you to sit in it, to take him in.

The way the compliments fall from his lips is hypnotizing, with his shaky voice and heavy breathing. It might be easy for the both of you to reach your peaks.

Damn, saying that Leiftan was blessed was an understatement. He was almost ascending from how good all of it was. He fills you up with kisses and constant ‘I love you’s and ‘you did amazing’. 

The water of the bath was cold already, so you both had to take a cleaning bath and then go to bed.

As you both cuddle he’d ask what did you like the most and if you felt uncomfortable at any moment. He makes mental notes from that conversation, so next time is better!

LANCE

He never asked you about it, and didn’t even think about asking. It was more like he finds out when you pulled out the subject of sex and you two talked about agreeing to have it or not in your relationship. You both even established a safe word already for the day it comes. You also told him about being virgin and it didn’t change much except the fact that he was more protective about you.

Lance has had his night stands in the past, but normally did it to relief his stress, not because he felt any deep connection with any of those people. But with you? It would be definitely different and more special.

He’s pretty good at foreplay and attempts to make you needy with all the attention he gives to you over your clothes, and even teasing just a little underneath.

He is talkative in the teasing way. He has never been someone’s first time, but he will make sure you get a great experience from it. He might try to be more gentle with his words as well.

He holds to your likings and quickly picks up what makes you uncomfortable to cease it immediately. His hands are never still, checking which places are safe to touch and which ones are more ticklish to tease.

You might end up sitting on his lap. He is a big man, not as his brother, but he is on the longer side. Lance might fear his greed controls his mind during the moment, because he gets eager when he is turned on and your gentleness and lack of experience makes him quite excited.

He lets you set the pace you need to get used to his size, and he might grip the sheets tightly to not buck his hips as you ride him. Or at least not at first. He might get proud of your confidence to bounce up and down his cock with the pass of minutes, the tight embrace of your walls making him more and more eager. Then he’d thrust up, letting you feel him deeper. Obviously he’d stop if he saw any painful expression, but seeing you liked it, he kept going.

He gets a little bit cocky when you reach your orgasm, letting you rest for a little over him, caressing your thighs with extreme care as he kisses your neck gently. Lance has got a good stamina, and he can last for rounds. He’d offer you if you want to go for another round, or you want to rest, whatever you choose is respected, naturally.

When you accepted to go for another round, he switched positions and placed himself over you. With more confidence he’d guide his dick to caress your insides quickly, receiving the delicious squeeze of your walls now and then. You both were too lost in the pleasure to care about the sounds you made, and he wouldn’t complain of hearing you lose your mind at all. He is enjoying his show and you too, no one else matters at that moment.

You might end up exhausted, your thighs trembling as they’ve never done before and feeling too sleepy to clean yourself. Don’t worry, Lance’s got you. He might clean yourself and himself and then hug you.

He’s not used to aftercare, but you were his significant other, his partner, and he loves you deeply. So he is gonna get used to aftercare from now on. He might massage your thighs, shoulders and finally your scalp, placing your head over his chest so you can sleep on his arms.

Next morning you’d wake up with the great surprise of breakfast in bed, so yeah, he’s also such a gentleman every now and then :).

MATHIEU

He might be as well. Sure, he has had partners before and some intimate moments, but it never reached to anything else than grinding through clothes. He has read mangas, fanfics and even seen videos on internet where the sexual content was the main focus… And he had told you this with no fear, adding at the end that he’s still a virgin though.

You wanted to say “normal lol” but you simply said “me too,” thing that made him quite excited. Mathieu believed that being each others’ first time would be very romantic!

But when the moment comes and he finds himself undressing you, he is a mess of anxiety and thoughts wondering if he’d do good enough for you. He is more nervous that you are and at some point you wonder if he’s the one that needs to stop. But he really wants to go forward!

He grips at your clothes as he kisses the skin he has already exposed, he is so impressed by how good you look. His heartbeat was so quick he believed it would explode. 

You’d need to slow him down because he is eager to discover all the places your clothes had covered from him.

Mathieu would love to receive praising as well during his first time, also to reassure him that he is doing a great job at pleasing you.

During that night you both shared some laughs from nervousness and clumsy acts, such as him hitting his head against the headboard, or accidentally bumping his nose against yours, or not being able to take out his own shirt properly. That laugh makes it more casual for you both though, helping to ease the nervousness.

He has read that fingering is the easiest way to prepare a hole you’re gonna enter, so he’d use them. To your luck, he was somehow very good at the angling of his fingers, the pace, and he seemed to know when to curl them up towards the sweet spot. Your reactions might be more than enough to make him cum by accident.

He was so nervous to enter that he needed your reassurance, he needed to hear that you were really sure about having another bone inside your body. The moment he starts pushing inside, you can see how he almost falls over you from the way he trembled. “Oh shit, you’re so tight…” he’d mutter with a huskier voice than usual, trying to keep his balance with his arms at both sides of your head.

Mathieu really tries to control himself, pushing in and out slowly as he presses his lips against your head, practically embracing you. He is eager, but he is very scared of hurting you. Any slight pain and he is on his knees, apologizing and crying for you.

No but you both achieve to make your first time very special for each other. There are a lot of emotions, a lot of caresses, kisses…

He’d let you go clean yourself as he changes the sheets to cleaner ones, then he’d also go to clean himself and finally the best part: Cuddles!

When you asked him how did he know to use his fingers that way he simply said that he consulted it long ago in wikihow and studied it in case he’d have sex with his last partners. Spoiler, he didn’t.

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[noirsdoll]

Love love your Dad Curly x Daughter Reader stuff! What if one day Curly gets a gf (it could be Anya or some random woman) and the Reader comes up with a plan to break them up (what that actual plan is can be up to you). Can't have another woman take her daddy away after all..

need this... reader running everything behind the scenes and curly is just oblivious to it all!! this is so long i got lost in the sauce LMAO cw for father/daughter incest and dubcon! also smut!

Your dad has a new girlfriend.

He met her at a ski slope, he was impressed by her skills— like skiing is hard. You can ski too, you just choose not to, you're better suited to things other than fucking skiing. She’s just a loser.

As you've gotten older, you've noticed that Curly's choices in who he dates have begun to bear more and more resemblance to you. But their personalities are trash— whiny, inconsiderate, not good fits for your dad who is sweeter than honey.

Whatever. This new girlfriend will just be another phase. They only last a handful of months before Curly breaks them off, quietly admitting to you a week later that it was because they were nothing like Mom. Then he looks at you like he's staring through you, like you're a shopping list he's memorizing before his next trip.

You expected she would be the same as the others. Problem is, this relationship is approaching a year steady, and you're getting annoyed. Why hasn't he gotten bored like he usually does? Are you the only one that can see through all her inane bullshit? You need to do something to stop this. And here it is, the final nail in the coffin:

She keeps trying to make you call her Mom.

You almost threw up the first time you heard it. "Stop calling me that, you know you can just call me Mom, right?" Your blood has never boiled hotter, you wanted to slap her.

But you didn't, because Curly was right there, beaming his brightest fucking smile. "Aw, there's my two girls getting along."

Two girls. Your stomach turned over and you promptly excused yourself. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, so similar to hers that she could be confused for a skinwalker, the plan formed in your mind.

It wasn't difficult, really. One easily-guessable phone password later and you were in. Changing your saved name in her phone to a man's name with far too many heart emojis, you started a small conversation between her and you.

When the three of you are watching a movie, you send her a sneak text and her phone lights up. You try to hide your grin. "What's that?"

Curly, being the gentleman he always is, reaches to snag the phone for her. "Oh, I can read it for you...," his voice trails off as he stares at the message. "Babe, who is this?"

You watch from the corner of the couch as the fight ensues. She's bawling her eyes out, blackened tears soaking her face as Curly just looks at her like his soul has been leeched from his body. You feel bad for hurting him, but it was a necessary evil. Now he knows better than to go looking for someone else— you're right here.

And then she's gone, nothing but her irritating perfume as her memory. Curly collapses onto the couch with a sigh, running a hand down his face. "Sorry you had to see that, honey."

"It's fine, Dad," you loom closer, a hand on his thigh, "she was a bitch anyway."

He looks at you, confused. "Who told you to talk like that?" Curly's eyes are red with unshed tears. You wipe them away for him.

“I’m just being honest. What, you didn’t notice either?”

He looks at you, then away, pursing his lips. Curly has a habit of that, dismissing his opinion, bending and folding himself into something that mindlessly agrees because that is easiest.

You take that as an invitation to get closer, practically in his lap. "Are you okay?" You smooth his hair out of his face.

Curly sighs again, less laboured. "I just wish your mother was still here. Everything was easier when she was around."

"I look just like her, don't I?" Your old photos of her say just as much.

"Oh, yes," he smiles distantly, "you look more like her every day. I just worry that--"

"Then fuck me."

His eyes blow wide in disbelief. "What's gotten into you?"

The radius between you is so short that you can feel his warm breath against your skin, the only thing that’s separating you two is a thin layer of air and clothes. “You don’t want to?” He must want to, his dating history points towards it, the way he looks at you, everything.

Curly squeezes his eyes shut with a held-back groan. “You can’t just ask me things like that, sweetheart.” He looks at you with weathered eyes. “It’s wrong, it’s—“

But then you’re kissing him and suddenly it isn’t wrong, because he kisses back with just as much fervour. Curly’s hands swallow your waist up and he tugs you against him. You’re taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state and you could not give less of a shit, because he’s grinding you against his cock.

Your hands scramble for his pants, you finally have him, after years and years of scaring away every girl that tried to take your dad away, it’s all paid off because you’re the one getting stretched open around him. He eases himself into you. You’re so full of cock you swear his tip is nudging your brain.

Curly rests his forehead on your shoulder, fucking up into you as your nails drag along his back for purchase. Each experienced cant into your pussy has tears budding in your eyes. You think he says your mother’s name at some point, but you’re too lost in the moment to care.

You slowly move with him, finding a rhythm that relieves that lifelong ache in your gut— an innate pull towards him. The unhurried movement of your hips feels so good, heat fizzling up your spine and erupting in sparks behind your eyes.

You kiss him open-mouthed, one part moaning and the other sobbing as he has you how he wants, tugging you up and down his cock, stuffing you over and over again.

Curly cums with a gasp, his hips pressed firmly to yours as he buries every last spurt deep inside you. Instantly, he realizes his mistake, pulling away, his blue eyes filled with horror.

“I didn’t mean to— fuck, I didn’t—“

And you just shush him and tell him it’ll all be fine, that you’ll take care of it. He won’t ever need to think for himself again if he stays with you.

[missmaurimack]

First Vlog of the year!

*disclaimer, all footage you see here was filmed before the California wildfires.*

Hey guys, what’s up it’s ya girl Mauri and welcomeeee to my first vlog of the year! I know I disappeared off the scene but it’s for a valid reason. Seasonal depression hit me a bit harder this year and because I wasn’t able to be with all of my family I just decided to take a break, regroup and hang with at least my sister and my niece. We took a nice little drive to Malibu. *pans the camera around to show the view* I must say, beautiful tensss all around. Anyway this is the last day we’ll be here so I decided I might as well get some cute little footage so, spend the day with me, my sister and niece!

We have been here for a few days and when I tell you the cooking has been sooo much fun! We’ve had a pizza night, pasta night, tacos, we even did a crazy sushi spread one day. Which by the way was all of our favorite night. So anyways as you can see we have all the things for some s’more’s *she pans the camera towards everything on the counter* we even have our own firewood that’s how serious we are about this. So the sun is getting ready to set, so let’s get ready to head to the beach.

Okay so as you can see, these may or may not be a little burnt buttt the more burnt the better right? *she laughs holding up her now finished s’mores* I blame my sister for distracting me talking though. Because they were so perfect before she started talking about the view. And then one thing led to the next and here we are smoreee’s. Madison how’s yours? *she pans the camera towards her niece.*

Madison: it’s burnt to perfection *she giggles as she jumps around*

Of course you would think that, and sister roo over here burnt hers worse than me so now she’s making a new one. *she laughs as she shows her sister burnt marshmallows on the side.* Ugh look at the view, it’s so pretty, I love a cute sunset and Malibu has been giving us the cutest sunsets since we’ve been here. I’m going to be so sad when we leave in a little bit but, I need to get back to my regular life. And sister has work and niecey has school. I’m trying hard to convince her to move to L.A. it almost worked but I couldn’t get a certain someone to answer my DM’s. So if anybody knows LeBron James can you tell him my overgrown sister is his biggest fan and that she just wants a signed piece of paper. *she laughs* I know somebody out there knows him and will pass the message on, because that all she needs to move here or so she says. *camera pans to the sunset view with music playing in the background before a cut scene*

Alright guys, I just wanted to say good bye and if you watched this short video then thank you so much. I know it wasn’t much but I promise the next one will be worth it! Until next time, love youuu so much!

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[the-somwthing]

Sick of BigB ruining the wonderful relationship that is Scarian. Where is BigB saving Grian from the horrible relationship that is Scarian.

[quietwingsinthesky]

what if. Amy “fix-it” because hallucifer makes sam so paranoid about dean leaving for no reason that sam gives in and follows him and is witness to the whole thing

[iwatcheditbegin]

There’s a special place in hell for Adults who push diet culture onto very young kids.

[johndonneswife]

Ms. Venus pleasssse share your impeccable taste in the form of pinterest boards with the class, thank you. Also I miss your presence on Tumblr and I selfishly wish you had plans to come back to the fandom side of things but I’m wishing you the best from afar!!

i would totally share my beautiful boards with u if not for the fact that i had a full blown meltdown on pinterest abt yuri on ice and i have soooo many freaking yoi pins lmao and iiiit’s a lil mortifying actually. but i promise my wedding & fashion moodboards are 🤌🏻

[sluttyten]

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[exopelagic]

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A A A A A. A A A A. A A

[samuraisharkie]

just finished watching Uncle Vanya for the first time. I think Doctor Astrov and the Professor should kill themselves

[kavehater]

“But my luck is so horrible so I had to pull thirty times just to get him” GIRL thirty pulls is actually nothing wdym 😭 me with 65 pulls until I got my first kaveh is crazier ☠️