#bff kink

[its-just-serendipity]

Y-you really are such a g-good friend! R-running errands with me… playing games with…g-going out with me! I-I always seem t-to drink too much wh-when you come out with m-me though…a-an i had some r-really weird dreams l-last night…a-an I feel sore this morning…..

[aicowgirls]

Another day in the field

We would get so much more work done if we could just keep our hands off one another.

[tartarusknight]

I need a fem Steddie fic where Stevie is a singer. I know, I know, but it has to be Stevie. She is put in the industry by her parents who see her voice to be the only good thing she has going for her. It's either have her try to get famous or marry her off.

So, they get a friend to sign her on. They make the stereotypical pop music for a girl. Stevie sings whatever songs they hand her and she starts to gain a good following. But it's more men who leer at her.

A few years go by and she's tired of the act. So much so that she takes the invite one of the stagehands give her out of pity to a party. It's not the normal kind of party she goes to while on tour, instead it's more of a friend hang out. But Dustin was a sweet kid and Stevie needed to get away from her managers and parents for a night.

When she gets there, she immediately is drawn to the tall girl who greets Dustin by shaking him around. Stevie soon is introduced to Eddie, who looks her up and down like she just can't help it. But Stevie knew she shouldn't. She had an image to maintain and parents to please.

But after a little while and a few drinks, she's being pressed into the door being kissed within an inch of her life. She feels for the first time a connection and it's a night that's seared into her mind. A usurpingly sweet and tender moment of passion. But she wakes up to an empty bed without a note or number. So, she needs to move on. But she just can't.

Her life feels changed for the better and she begins to understand herself more from the spark she felt. But when she's handed her mic and expected to go on stage and sing about boys, she feels dread. The night is rough, but she makes it a point to give her fans a show. But the rest of the tour drags on worse than ever.

The moment it's done she gets a lawyer and ends the contract a few month earlier than it was supposed to expire. It's emotionally draining but she can't spend another moment on stage being someone she isn't.

She searches for another label to sign under, instead she finds a recently graduated music producer. Robin Buckley is awkward and has a degree in music and knows a few different instruments.

It's a chance meeting really. One that would never have happened if there hadn't been a fire in a mall. Stevie hadn't been prepared for it when she went in, but she still readily threw herself in protecting the girl when a piece of ceiling collapsed.

They ended up stuck in a room together, trying not to pass out from the smoke slowly filling the room. And told all their secrets like a final confession. Stevie told Robin about how there was a girl that stole her heart and she never let herself be... well her.

Robin admits to feeling like she was going to fail for picking a job she enjoyed instead of something to get money fast. Her parents showed her disappointment and she's worried about not making it.

So, there in the small bathroom, Stevie promised to take a chance and work with her. That when they got out, maybe they'd work together to produce music themselves. It's a moment of tears and promises, ones they both never think would come true, but then they're saved.

It's slow going, but soon the two of them are making music under a mix of their names. Sin. Of course, many people recognize the voice and face of Stevie, but it's a new start. And they are making a statement.

Stevie leans into her new identity at as a lesbian, something she hadn't told the public before. She writes music about a girl that took her breath away and how men never seemed to work for her. Robin of course, was there to push her and help her make each song better than before.

They make a full album and release it through their own little company, and they have a social media platform where they mess around to promote their songs. Stevie's image changes and she isn't hiding in the closet anymore with Robin being completely herself as well.

Their first song that blows up is from a small tik tok of Stevie in extravagant makeup and a magician's outfit, a sexy one of course. Singing, "She was a playboy, Brigitte Bardot. She showed me things, I didn't know. She did it right there, out on the deck. Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck."

But soon people were all over the album and the difference in Stevie Harrington's music and Sin's. Stevie went all out, and Robin was right there next to her, playing most of the instruments in the songs. They have to reach out though for other artists to join them on tour.

That's when a familiar stagehand reaches out with the number of the best guitarist he knows. She doesn't have any social media, and her last phone fell through a drain grate but "she's the absolute best! I promise you'd want to give her an audition!" Dustin had been so excited, and Stevie only had fond memories of the kid, so she agrees.

As Stevie and Robin take auditions, low and behold, Dustin walks into the room with Eddie right next to him. Stevie feels the air get sucked out of her lungs and she can't tear her eyes away.

The moment is broken but the stumble in Eddie's step and how her face goes bright red. Suddenly Dustin's dragging Eddie inside and Stevie doesn't care for a moment if Eddie's the worst guitarist in the world, she wants to hire her right then and there.

Robin can see her brain melting out of her ears and makes the decision to take Eddie to audition and give Stevie and Dustin a chance to catch up.

But soon enough Stevie's on stage kneeling next to a kneeling Eddie's on stage. Singing, It's hard when you're going through hell and you're hating yourself, I'm feeling myself. It's hard when you know that you're caught and you're getting pissed off, it's getting me off. It's hard, it's hard. Oh, God, oh, God, Oh, God." And grinning when Eddie's pupils blown wide as Stevie fakes an orgasm on stage, mid-song.

Yeah, I want this as a fic so much.

[alacants]

and who, exactly, is now watching. who would we say that about.

[cowardlycowboys]

too many people scared about wearing their bdsm results on shirts I see

[fast-burn]

Lando/Max F and cheating. I wanted to say strap on because that sounds fun for those two if it takes your fancy

strongly agree, there should be a strap-on >:) and some lady-dirtbags.

kink list here

XXX

Lando can't stop playing with Max's hair. She livestreamed The Mulletting on Instagram while Lando was making circuits of the track in Spa, and Lando didn't know it had happened at all until some rando tagged her in the comments section of a clip on Twitter. It was just so short now: shorn on the sides, loose and wavy on the top and down the back, flipping up like a tiny duck tail at the nape of Max's neck. Lando runs her fingers through it, barely enough length to grab. Lando probably wouldn't be able to make even the tiniest of braids in it.

"Alright, Bob?" Max asks, gaze trained ahead where her Bowser kart obliterates the competition on the TV with a red shell.

"Just checking for greys," Lando says. She digs her toes under Max's thighs to see if that will distract her. All it earns is a swat to the arm.

It's not just Lando noticing Max's mullet. There's a mountain of thirsty comments about it online. All these girls saying mother and queen and about a million sweaty-faced emojis. Lando could tell them all it's a waste of time. Max has never once noticed any girl having a crush on her. She's got, like, straight-people tunnel vision or something. Completely oblivious.

Lando's phone buzzes. It's Jeremy again. Ugh. He's not fun anymore, like he was three weeks ago. Now that Lando's on summer break, he's gotten so clingy. wanna cover you in cream and lick it off you, he's written, then sent a picture of his tongue stuck out between his fingers, and then a second one of his hand framing his dick in his gym shorts. Lando leaves him on read and opens TikTok, flicking through F1 fancams with the volume on.

Max clears her throat. "No romantic dinner under the stars tonight?"

"Don't think so. He's gotten into all this foreplay shite lately," Lando complains. "Like, I just want to get off. Why's he got to buy me roses about it?"

Bowser flies across the finish line, P1. "You should dump him."

Lando sighs. "Zak says I've got to stay with him for at least the rest of the season. Apparently the sponsors don't like it when I look like a slag."

Max snorts a laugh, and tosses the switch controller onto the coffee table with a clatter. "Must be tough, since you are a slag."

"Hey!" Lando protests. "You're one to talk."

"Oh please. I bet you're wet right now," Max says. She reaches over and shoves her hand into Lando's sweats, lightning-quick. Her fingertips are ice-cold sliding into the seam of Lando's pussy, making Lando shriek and clench her thighs together. The tip of Max's middle finger hooks into her and then Max pulls out. "See?" She says, holding up her hand. It's glistening.

"That's not my fault! Jeremy's been sending me dirty texts all night."

Max wipes her hand clean on the couch cushion, staring at Lando. "So are you staying over, or what?"

XXX

Lando's eyes bulge when Max tugs the harness up her hips. The new dildo thick, but it's also bright yellow--neon yellow. It matches the mini-helmet on Max's desk. "Is that--"

"It's just the colour it came in," Max says primly, two spots of pink high on her cheekbones as she tightens the straps. "Don't be arrogant."

"Should we call it the Norrpenis?" Lando asks, giddy. "The Landildo?"

"We should call it shut the fuck up, mate," gripes Max. She sits on the bed between Lando's knees, and the dildo sways. It's so girthy.

Lando pulls off her shirt, suddenly hot. Her hair ends up a right mess around her face, and maybe Max was right to chop it all off. It might be easier than plaiting it for every race.

Max pulls at Lando's lacy turquoise bra. "Is this from the sponsors too?"

"If you could just wait a tick, I'll take it off," Lando complains, twisting to get at the clasps behind her back.

"Nah," Max says, pushing Lando down so her arms are pinned beneath her. "Leave it."

Lando wiggles, shoulders straining, but she's stronger than Max and gets herself free. Max's eyebrows furrow for a moment before she's yanking down Lando's sweatpants and flinging them far across the room. Then she does the same thing with Lando's fuzzy socks, pinching at the toes and tugging them off that way. Her abs clench with the effort.

"Get on with it," says Lando, reaching up to grasp Max's bangs, leveraging them to push Max's head back.

"Such a little rat," Max complains, but then she's pushing Lando's matching thong aside and guiding her dildo right in.

And, yeah, like Max said: Lando's wet. Max pushes inside like a hot knife through butter. The stretch and depth of it is so good, scratching something that Lando almost didn't recognize was itching. She whines, swiveling in the bowl of Max's hips until the angle is just right and she's full-up, plugged with it.

"Look at you," Max coos. She lets spit drop from her mouth, and then rubs the splatter on Lando's clit through the lace. Lando's hips buck, but there's nowhere to go. Max is hilted. "Cock whore."

Lando whines as Max starts to fuck her, nothing gentle about it. When Max's hair was long, the ticklish ends would trail across Lando's skin. Now Lando scratches through the short strands, tangling them in her grip, trying to pull Max closer. Trying to pull her in.

"Bet your boyfriend doesn't give it to you like this. Bet he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing," Max growls.

"It's not you," Lando assures her. "You just finally bought a dick big enough."

It has the intended effect: Max's hips stutter for a second, and then she's driving in even harder. "Oh yeah?" She says, grasping the lace and pulling the thong taut, elastic rubbing across Lando's asshole. "Then why'd you show up here dressed like this?"

"Waiting for the next best offer," Lando shrugs, as best she can with the whole bed frame rocking underneath her. "I guess you'll do."

Max's thumb moves over Lando's swollen clit, maddening circles just shy of enough pressure. It feels insane. "Pretty sure I'm the best you've ever had, sweetheart."

"Nuh-uh."

"I think you wanted me to fuck you so good you can never be satisfied anywhere else," Max says. "Hop from dick to dick all you like, but I'm the only one who makes you come like this."

"Come like what? I'm not even close." Lando slurs, brain surely leaking out of her ears.

Max slams in deep and holds. "Liar," she says, and pinches Lando's clit.

Lando is right on the edge, so fast. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Max, c'mon, please," Lando gasps. The muscles in her legs are twitching like crazy, toes curling, stomach shaking.

"Please what?"

"Don't be such a bitch, come on."

"Say it for me."

"You're good. You're so good."

"Just good?"

Lando tugs Max's hair. She touches Max's face. "You're all I want. Please, Max. Please make me come."

"Dunno," Max says, pursing her lips, eyes dancing. She squeezes Lando's clit harder. "Maybe I should make you go find whats-his-name. He can try and stick his cock in you and feel how loose I've made you."

"Max," Lando pleads. She thinks she's crying, trying so hard to clench around the dildo and get herself there.

"Okay, you've whined enough." Max lets go of Lando's clit and reaches under her pillow to pull out a bullet vibrator. "What are best friends for, right?" She presses the on-button until it's at full strength, then holds it at the ready, slamming into Lando again and building up a rhythm that has Lando moaning. She brings it closer, closer, closer, the air itself buzzing, and then finally, finally, holds it to Lando's clit and makes her come.

Lando isn't sure if she's screaming Max's name, or just mad sounds, as her pussy clenches and clenches until it cramps, delicious tingling electricity sparking through her body from her tongue to the arches of her feet. And of course--of course it's better with Max than anyone else. Of course Lando came over with lingerie hidden under her clothes with the hopes that Max would find it and fuck her. But Max is the one who bought a dildo just because she knew Lando would fall to pieces on it. Max has a fiancé.

Max looks far too smug when she pulls out. "Think you left me a little puddle, mate, cheers," she says, gesturing as if Lando hasn't made her actually squirt multiple times.

It just won't do.

If there's anything Lando knows, it's how to push through her exhaustion, right to the end.

"Your turn," Lando says, and tackles Max onto her back. She knows just where to yank at Max's harness to tug it loose, and then she can push up under the base of the neon yellow dildo and slide her tongue into Max's cunt--which is sopping wet, thanks. "Let me know if it's too much," she murmurs, the taste of Max slippery and salty in her mouth. She swallows it down, thirsty for it like all those Max-fangirls. "I like it when you scream for me."

[your-subby-creature]

Being a tumblr slut is really an exercise in quietly taking kinks out of your soft limits, watching that list grow shorter as your list of favorites only gets more depraved

[spinecurlingmice]

okay hey here's the base this will MOST CERTAINLY grow because i am cray and am always looking 2 grow playlists...

@mars-ipan come get your juice

[babstheyaga]

who out of FMOD is the kinkiest?

ooo... alright alright i'm a little tipsy and feelin' peachy so i'ma go through this like a list...

So Optimus obviously... VERY obviously has a thing for puppy play. Ownership, IMPACT, really big on those two, uhhh, choking (obviously), but NOT cnc!!! he may encourage it with bee and reader lol, but not for himself! His main roles would be collar holder and owner...

Mirage is definitely a kinkster... Daddy dom, owner, rigger, degrader, he gets into all sorts of tomfoolery... But his favorite is ddlg, degrading and cnc.

Jazz is surprisingly vanilla! A few breeding kinks here and there, with a little praise and role play on the side... His main role would probably just be dom 🤷‍♀️

Bee... Oh goodness, I've been avoiding making a proper list for him... He's difficult, because most of his kinks are taught through exposure via trauma. He's unsure of what he's into. Impact play? Not really because he doesn't like hitting people unless they deserve it. Pet play? He only does that to make you mad. Rope?? Degrading??? Cnc???? Overstepping the line most of the time... He's a big baby and scared to upset people he's super close with.

Arcee is also surprisingly vanilla! Impact and praising would probably be her biggest.

CliffJumper is the most vanilla Autobot. He has no set roles. He's super into body worship and praise, though. He's a switch!

WheelJack isn't vanilla. Like... At all. Let's leave it at that.

Prowl isn't into a whole lot, but he's definitely an experientialist. He'll do anything once!

Elita does anything and everything, if you can think of it, she'd done it at some point in her life. She's also a switch!

Ratchet... Ho-boy. He's a dom, surprisingly enough, but he's very limited on what he enjoys. He knows what he likes, and he sticks to it. None of that brattiness, he's not a hard dom, but a very firm speaker when it comes to dealing with sub. He will never outright admit out loud what he does in the bedroom, and what you two do in private stays in private. He's a VERY big rigger. Anything with rope, he'll foam at the mouth.

[miguel-owhora]

I know we were just shitting on dom miguel like 2 seconds ago but hear me out

leather daddy miguel?🥾

just imagining him wearing those leather harnesses n' hat and telling me what to do (and giving me a footjob or forcing me to worship him hehehe) :3

💪anon

ive indulged you with your dom/top miguel far too long, mootie, this ends here

[sharoscylla]

BEFORE the divorce they were actually???? Incredibly happy together??? He made beautiful things for her that made her feel powerful and desirable and safe? HE made her feel powerful and desirable and safe??? She would have single handedly conquered the sword coast for him just to make him happy??? She was in fact waiting for him to ask because she had already planned it???

In which Ripley continues to be very bhaalspawn coded despite not being a bhaalspawn or even like. Evil she’s just Like That. One of nature’s Evil Villain Henchmen despite thinking all authority is bullshit and being genuinely a kind and moral person… what can we say the heart wants what it wants….

[mariana-oconnor]

Look, I may have accidentally created an aroace character, but now I'm going back to make a non-aroace character so I can romance the disaster wizard and live in his magical library.

This is a completely rational action and not in any way weird.

[softsnzstuff]

Id love to read some platonic stobin!! How about canon verse Steve told Robin he’d take her to a party but then he turns up to her house and he’s got a bad cold so she forces him inside and makes him rest instead.

Robin is nervous. She never went to parties in high school, and she certainly didn’t intend to start going once she’d graduated. That being said, Steve was really keen on taking her to this specific party.

She’d had higher hopes and expectations now that he was basically a mom of six and didn’t hold the same “King Steve” title, but she had to admit. Socializing made her anxious.

It was almost a godsend when her best friend showed up at her door - not only ten minutes late - but also nursing what appeared to be a terrible headcold.

The brunette was hunched over in jeans and a hoodie as he blew his nose into a slowly deteriorating handful of tissues.

“Hey Robin’d!” He smiled.

“Are you sick?”

Even having known her for years now, he was still shocked by her straight forward demeanor.

“Snff Feeling a little rough, but I’ll be fine…”

His voice trailed off which signaled Robin to rush to cover her ears. Steve’s eyes fluttered shut as he ducked into the hood of his sweatshirt, muffling a few sneezes that tore through him.

“HAESSSHUHEW! Heh- EKTSCHHH!”

Robin cautiously stepped one foot onto the front porch and used a gentle hand on Steve’s back to usher him inside her home. His nose was buried into the confetti he was calling a tissue again.

“Gosh Steven, I can’t take you anywhere.” She teased, holding out a trash can. “Toss it.”

When her gaze was met with confused puppy dog eyes, she sighed.

“I have clean tissues, Dingus. That one is all gross.” She nodded her head towards the box on the coffee table.

Accepting the offer, Steve binned his current one and grabbed a handful of new ones. “Tha’gks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She flopped down on the couch and motioned for him to sit too, “Let’s forget the party okay? You’re sick and I kind of didn’t want to go anyways. Watch a movie?”

Steve nodded and joined her on the couch. “Your pick, Buckley.”

[frnkiebby]

i mean~🎃

[i-appear-misssing]

I just had the horrible thought that I need to fall in love because having devastating crushes on beautiful, competent, authoritative women that I desperately want to please is exhausting and I need it to stop

[smarksthespot1717]

hrrrgggh bitting his tummyyyyy

hc that this is what izzy looks like once he has had time to chill the fuck out and be happy