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elfelt-valentine · 2 years ago
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beelze.. as someone who recently got into transformers.. where should i start? im thinking about picking up mtmte
Hi Omen!!!
That's a really good question, because TF is such a behemoth when it comes to it's content, there are so many continuities that you really can pick any of them up and go with it! If you're interested in the comics, picking up MTMTE i think is a good way to get acquainted with the idw1 continuity - it takes place after the events of many other comics and goes in parallel with Robots in Disguise, so i think it's good to read them hand in hand, personally. From what I remember, any plot relevant information they provide as well from the word of other characters, so you don't have to worry too much about the fact that you don't know stuff that happened before, if anything it might spark you interest to check it out later!
If I had to personally tell where to start with the comics, talking about idw1, there are three massive phases of their comics before the 2019 reboot - war, post-war, and the third one I don't remember and i havent gotten to it yet, so cant say for sure. All these phase collections are available on readcomiconline.li, that's where i read em! MTMTE and RID are parts of phase two, subsequently.
When it comes to shows, Transformers Animated is also it's own continuity and is very good and fun! It has three seasons 13 episodes each.
Earthspark from what i know is also a standalone show, so far there's one season, but from what i've seen it's very charming and nice (may be a little cheesy for me personally but i dont mind it)
The original G1 cartoon is also a very good way to start if you're into old silly animation and writing, it will give you a ground to stand on i think when you look into other continuities, cuz ultimately all of them take their root from this show, even if a lot of things have changed and aren't aligned with the G1 cartoon anymore. When you watch it and then look into other things like comics you'll have a moment of "i fucking know what you are" whenever a certain writing choice is made, but its just me FGBSFBV It also comes with a movie!
Aligned continuity wraps a huge mass of different mediums as they've been trying to tell this one solid Transformers story, but as far as I'm aware it didn't work and they stopped trying to do it. It includes the Cybertron trilogy games (can pirate them - if you need a link to where i got the games let me know!), a novel (i think) and then Transformers Prime tv show and its sequel Robots in Disguise 2015. I might be missing something cuz i haven't look into it yet, but personally i don't think it's my favorite continuity so far.
There are many other shows that comics and other things take pieces of inspiration from (Beast wars, unicron trilogy, cyberverse i think? and more) but i haven't looked into those yet and can't vouch for them in any way.
So yea! If you want to start, just pick whatever catches your interest the most and you can go from there! You really don't have to read, watch, or play every piece of tf to get in the groove.
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yuyu1024 · 2 months ago
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Pairings: Mingyu × y/n
Genre/tags: non idol, dating
Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, sweetheart etc.), cursing, unportected/protected sex (always be safe), kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc), mention of small age gap, mention of low self-esteem/confidence and insecurities
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Disclaimers:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
A/N: been away. I didnt know if I should post this or delete but then... I dont want effort to go to waste so.. 😅 i hope this is an okay one.
Have a nice day.
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"Are you still waiting for your ride home?"
You look at the group of girls standing a few feet away from you. They are from the department across your office.
"Is your boyfriend late?" She adds a follow up question
You smile, "I am." You cautiously answer.
They are not your friends so you are not comfortable to share more than that. And also they are known to be the gossipers in the officr so, any details about your personal life would be the next topic for the next few weeks if you share anything with them.
"It's already late... are you sure he's still coming?" One girl asks.
Luckily, the bus arrives just in time for them to hurry in. No time for you to even chat with them anymore.
"Thank goodness..." you sigh feeling relieved.
*pings*
🐶: sorry, im late. 😭
🐶: i helped an old lady cross the street.
🐶: didn't know she would ask me to also help her get boxes of soju in her shop.
🐶: she admitted to pretending to struggle crossing the street so she can ask anyone to help her and his son 🙃 and then made me buy a whole bunch of lettuce.
🐶: like a whoke bunch😶
🐶: you like lettuce right babe?😚
You smile as you read your boyfriend's text. You don't know if its you imagining him pouting because he feels sorry he made you wait or its because he felt used and scammed.
💖: you're so silly.
💖: its still a good deed so its okay 😊
🐶: but i am 10mins late.
🐶: i cant let my princess wait for me.
💖: i can wait. As long as its you... ♥️
You see him read the message and then not reply.
"Hello stranger..."
You got startled when Mingyu embraces you from behind and kissed you on the cheek.
"Yah! You scared me." You slap his arm
"Sorry..." he giggles and kissed you again. This time on the lips.
"Stop..." you say, blushing. "We are outside."
"So...?" He grins and then puts his arm around you. "We are a couple. Who the fuck cares?"
You roll your eyes. "You know people judge..."
"No... they are just jealous because I am dating a wonderful woman..."
You shake your head. "No... they are not jealous because of me..." you push him away. Forcing a laugh. "Probably because you look good in that double denim look."
Here you go again with your self pity and self judging. You always do this. 'This' notion that you are way below over any other girl and that you are just lucky Mingyu is your boyfriend. You always make an effort to put yourself down without even noticing that Mingyu does not like it.
He fucking loves you. Inside and out. From head to toe. From front to back. He even loves it when you are not at your best behavior nor position. He just... loves you. Period.
But on your end, even with a million reassurance, you always doubt yourself for him.
***
Arriving at his apartment, the first thing you did was announce that you are going to take a shower. You didn't even looked at him when you said it. You're not mad at him or whatever. You are just guilty and feel sorry for being down out of the blue. You didn't even talked that much during the ride home.
"Hey..." he takes you by your arm and pulls you close for an embrace. He kissed the top of your head and then forehead. "Take your time... I'm going to cook dinner."
You smile with no teeth showing. "Okay..." your voice sounding almost a whisper.
"Anything in particular you want? We have meat, fish and vegetables... like a lot of lettuce..." referring to the whole plastic the old lady sell him. "You want something with soup or fried? Ramyun or pasta?"
"Hmm... I like pasta... and a salad on a side?"
"Okay... as you wish my princess..."
The whole apartment smells like a five star restaurant. The fragrance is to die for and makes your mouth water. When you got out of the bedroom, hair still damp, you got suprised by how extravagant Mingyu arranged the dining area. Fancy plates, lit candles, wine glasses and a bottle of his favorite red win. All of a sudden, iy felt like you entered an Italian restaurant wearing your baby pink pajamas and hello kitty slippers.
"Hi, babe." Mingyu is a ray of sunshine while putting on a few more finishing touches on the table. "Ready to eat?"
"Aww..." your heart is aching with pure joy. He is the sweetest man alive.
You stumble your way to him, caused by your own feet. He managed to catch you giggling with you. You look silly but he find it cute. And then as your eyes met he immediately captures your lips for a kiss. Small pecks that got deeper and more seductive. The kisses are loud that it echoes and bounce off the walls of the apartment. He can't also stop touching every curve of your body. From your hips, to your ass and to your tits. He even lifted your shirt so he can access your bra and yank one side down exposing you boob.
"M-mingyu...." you giggle as you try to pull away from the kiss. He does not want to let you go. He keeps on chasing your pink lips whenever a gap starts to build in betweem his. "We need to eat... the food will get cold..."
He didn't answer. He leans lower so he could give love on your exposed bud. He suck it first before he lets his tongue lick it and make your squirm.
"M-mingyu..." you inhale. "The food...?"
He finally lets you go, smiling. "Fine." He chased one more kiss. "But after we eat..." and another one. "I'd like to go straight to dessert." And another one. "You know I love my dessert." He says, bitting his lower lip while grinning like a mad dog.
"You're crazy!" You pinch his nose.
"Crazy over you..." he growls and suddenly picks you up off the floor. He puts your legs around his waist and you automatically hang your arms over his shoulder to hold on.
"Yah!"
"I can't wait. I think I want to begin our dinner with dessert first." His eyes is filled with desire and he is ready to wreck you.
Kicking the door open to your bedroom, Mingyu lays you down gently but in a hurry at the same time. He is on a mission. He is not going to make love to you. He will FUCK your brains out tonight. You know that look in his eyes.
"No condoms... I need to feel you... skin to skin..." he pulls his shirt off and throws it, hitting the wall, then begins to unbuckle his belt and pants. "And I'll like to fill you up until it leaks out of your pussy." He adds, grinning
"Oh God..." you try to get a hold of yourself. Not ready for what is coming
He pushes down his pants and underwear in one go. His length springs free and is up, steady and hard. It's tip glistening with pre cum.
"Turn around..."
You do as he says and go on fours on top of the bed. He pulls your pants down, revealing a bare and wet pussy ready to be torn.
"No panties huh..."
You blush. "Well... I know we'll have sex today... I just didn't know its going to be this soon..."
Mingyu hovers on your back, hand sliding up and down your curves. "Do you want me to stop and just go on with dinner?"
You lower your heard, embarassed, even though he's not seeing how turned on and red you are. "No... I would never say no to you..." after a few breaths in you look back, cheeks red and warm. "You know sex with you is my only addiction."
"Fuck yeah it is..." he says proudly and satisfied
He eases himself in, slowly but deliciously. He skipped prepping you. He can't wait anymore. His dick is aching and wanting to feel your walls.
"I'll be a little rough to you today, babe." He smacks your ass and a moan escapes your lips. "I didn't like what you did earlier..."
"Ughhh!" He slams strong and consistent. It's driving you insane how he could hit the very back of your cervix. Actually he could hit every thing inside you. Thats how long and thick he is. "W-hat... what did... I do?" You arch your back and pushed your upper body up so he can embrace you and touch your body as he thrust your brains out.
"You know..." he grunts as he adjusts and tries to go deeper, even though he is already at the deep end of your insides. "I don't like it... when you don't appreciate yourself..." he inhales and exhales as he feels you clench and make it tighter. "Fuck! Babe!" He kisses the curves of your neck and bites on your shoulder when he feels the tightness thats make it fucking sensational for him
You ubotton your top to give him access to your chest. You didn't unhook your bra though. You just pulled the ladies out and the bra helps give them a push up.
"You are beautiful... sexy... and a wonderful woman..." he pushes your hair out of his way so he can kiss your neck. "Love yourself... the way I love you."
He then pulls out, almost making you cry and beg. But them makes you turn around to face him.
"Can you?" He asks with the most loving eyes
You crash your lips to his. Pushing your tongue in him. You didn't stop until you hear a moany cry from your boyfriend. His brows then creases when you playfully bite his lower lip. "I want to..."
"But what?" He carries you off the bed and pins you to the wall, beside the window of your bedroom. Your one leg touching the ground while the other is hooked over his forearm. "Answer me, babe."
He slams back in you. Stronger and much deeper. Which confused you coz how? Its not like your cervix can expand. But thats what it felt when he slammed you. It didn't hurt. It felt insane actually. Insanely goodm
"You are kind... sweet... caring... hardworking... knows what you like and dislike... respectful..."
You are catching your breathe in your throat. Its like you are choking from excess pleasure. You try to speak but you can't let go of the high. So instead of speaking, you just shook your head.
"You don't agree?" He asks. Mingyu looks at you with his puppy eyes and showered you with kisses. Then he kept repeating all the good qualities you have as a person and even physically.
He really is telling you every bits about you. Everything that he loves and dislike but accepts coz it is you. It is part of you. He really do love you.
"What can I do... to reassure you?"
You put your hand over his mouth. Not to shut him down but to hush him for a second. Just for a moment until you get it all out for him.
"Fuck me!" You cry as you can't help but  cry more of his name. You are so close to your orgasm. "Nggghhhh...!"
You shut your eyes ready to explode but then Mingyu pulls away from your hand, takes you back in bed to finish, when he suddenly says the two words you didn't expect him to say while he's fucking your brains out
"Marry me..." he says.
Your eyes opens, looks at him in pure shock and bliss. "W-wha..." you can't finish your words. He was hammering you. You can't answer. "Mingyu!" You moan his name so loud when your world spun around.
"I love you." He grunts as he see you melt and when he pushed into you a few more times, he finally begins release himself you. All the warmth and every drop of him in you. "Fuck!" He exhales, dropping his body on you but not his weight. "I love you..." he says again. "So much..." he kisses your shoulder and then your cheek. "So... what do you say?" He smirks
"Suddenly?" You look at him, confused.
"Hmmm..." he scrunches his nose, still wearing the smile on his lips. "Not really..."
He then gets up, pulling out of you, which felt like you got more naked than what you are now. More exposed.
"Wait lemma clean you first."
He runs into the bathroom and takes a towel to wipe you clean. Just clean enough to be presentable but not totally wipe his seeds off you. He wants that in there.
And then he runs out of the room.
"Where are you going? Babe?" You are confused. Why is your man running outside the bedroom ass naked
Giggling as you see him comeback in and carrying the plastic bag of lettuce.
"Huh? What's that for?" You sit up and wrap the thin white blanket to your body.
"I lied. Well... we still going to have salads and all..." he is mumbling. "This should be over dinner... but... I could not help myself earlier so..."
"Mingyu... what is going on...?"
Laughing but still trying to pull a serious face. "It was true that an old lady sold me this but... as I was helping her she took the paper bag the came wit this... and I panicked." He sits down beside you. "I didn't want to put it in my jacket or pocket coz... it will be obvious... and when we walk and your cold you always put your hand in my jacket's pockst so..."
"Mingyu!" You grab his face and kissed him. To make him focus. "Just say it..." you are giggling now too.
"Okay..." a soft smile spreads to his lips. "I know... you may think... I'm still young and naive."
"No you're not..."
"Yeah but... still... anyways..." he nervously laughs. "Like I said... you are an amazing woman. Anyman who you choose to love will be the luckiest. And thankfully its me..." he then goes down to his one knee and pulls out a black box from the plastic of lettuce. "I said I didn't like what you did earlier... you looking down at yourself... but that does mean I hate you or mad at you for it... I just say that because I care.. I want you to feel... assured and happy." He opens the box and shows the most brightest ring you ever saw in your life. "If I have to always reassure you for the rest of our lives... I don't fucking care. I am up for it. I love you and I can't live a day without you." Pulling out the ring and taking your hand. "Please marry me... I will serve you and love you forever..."
You watch him put the ring on your finger.
"So...?" He looks at you with doe eyes
Letting go of the blanket covering your body, you launch yourself to him, making you guys fall on the floor. "I love you Kim Mingyu..." you say first before kissing him. "Forever is not a bad idea..." you kiss him again. "Of course I will accept."
"Sorry if I proposed to you after sex... at diner would've been fantastic"
"Don't say sorry... I do love your way..." you get up from embracing him. "It brings back to how we started."
He sits back up. "Right."
Then you stare at your ring. "Who could've guessed that... I will be marrying the guy I met and fucked at a friend's birthday?"
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divinesolas · 6 months ago
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Summary: Based on two requests; You had been best friends with Jacaerys since you were kids. But when he gets a girlfriend and joins the football team in college your whole life gets turned upside down and he's suddenly ditched you. A year after you are confronted by him and emotions spill to the surface.
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c.w: Porn with plot, sub!jace, hand job, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), car sex, im not good at angry sex or mean stuff guys so sorry,
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One year. one fucking year since you’ve last spoken to him. You never imagined the two of you would end up like this.
He gets on the college football team and gets some hot girlfriend and suddenly he’s too good for you. You doubt he’s even noticed. It was slow to start, he started being busy during your weekly hang outs, then it would slip his mind to text you back, then he just suddenly stopped texting you. You had been replaced, you would always spend the holidays with his family but this past year you had seen Lucerys post on his insta holiday pictures and she was there instead. Everyone else in his family had reached out to you at some point. usually something along the lines of a happy holidays and that they hoped to see you soon, that they missed you. They even wished you happy birthday. He didn’t.
You had gotten to the point you stopped answering his family's texts, it made you feel sick when Lucerys asked if you would come to his birthday party and you didn’t have the heart to reply to him. You stopped checking their socials, even going as far as to mute them but you didn’t have the heart to unfollow them. then it would get too real, that the people you’ve considered family since you were basically a baby were no longer around.
You wish you didn’t miss him. You wish when started at your aunts gravestone he was not the face that appeared in your mind when you wished you had someone to comfort you. She had died six months ago, you hadn’t even bothered to text him about it. He met her a couple times, but its not like he would care now.
You do not cry for her anymore. Having come far enough in your grief, but you feel yourself come to a halt when you are walking through the graveyard and are stopped by a familiar family.
“Y/n?” You feel a knot grow in your throat. Why were they here? you could see lucerys was holding some flowers. “Hello.” What else are you supposed to say? You are frozen in place as lucerys walks over and throws his arms around you. “I missed you.” You try not to let your tears spill down your face as Lucerys pulls back and looks at you alarmed, “Are you okay?”
You laugh and cover your face with your hands, unable to even describe what you’re feeling. “You’re so tall.” Your voice cracks as you speak and he slaps you on the shoulder. “’Course i am, had to get taller than mr prince charming over there.”
You don’t want to look at him. You wish he was not even there. But you cannot help yourself the way your eyes drift to where Lucerys is referring to and you wish you hadn’t. He is as beautiful as he was the last day you saw him, he looks like he just came out of a romcom, a long trench coat covering him and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. You have no clue what he’s thinking, his face giving nothing away, cant take your eyes off him. The way his eyes have a gloss over them as he takes a couple steps towards you.
You swiftly turn away from his and notice rhaenyra standing at your side and she reaches out a grips your forearm. “It is so wonderful to see you dear.” You nod and smile at her, “It is always a pleasure Ms. Targaryen.” she hits your arm, “You stay away for a couple months and suddenly I’m Ms. Targaryen, call me rhaenyra dear you know better.” You want to correct her, tell her its been over a year. yet you don't, only nodding and apologizing to her.
“What are you doing here?” Its the first words he’s said to you in god knows how long. You swear your knees almost crumple at the sound of his voice. You want to punch him, spit in his face, you wish you hated him. “My aunt died.” You spit at the ground, you voice coming out angrier than you indented it to.
The people around you immediately flood around to give their condolences. You thank them, Lucerys especially kept you in a deep hug and mentioned how they came today to see rhaenyra's father but they'll make sure to stop by your aunt’s grave.
He says nothing. nothing at all. You hate him. You hate him so much. But you cant say no when they ask if you’ll join them to see viserys and your aunt. you cant even say no when they offer you to join them for dinner.
you two say nothing to each other, not until you say you’ll drive in your car on the way there and turn to walk towards it, still having the map to their house memorized until you are stopped, a hand gripping on your forearm.
“Can i ride with you?” You don't turn around to look at him. Continuing to stare straight ahead, your heart and head churning. You want to tell him no, that you don't wish to ever even see him again. “Please.”
“Fine.”
But you're a pussy. the biggest punk in the whole world as you watch him slide into the passenger seat as you close the drivers door. A silence fills the space between you two, you don't want to speak, a part of you hopes it will stay that way.
“What happened with us?” You harshly break at the red light and whip your head towards him. Rage boiling at your skin as you hiss at him, “What happened? What do you mean what happened? You're the one who ditched me!”
“What the fuck are you taking about?” “Oh so you’re just gonna act like you didn't fucking stop talking to me after you a girlfriend? What is her name? i don't even fucking know because you never introduced us.” A loud honk behind you forced you to turn your head away from him and back on the road, you swear your knuckles turned white from the pressure you were squeezing it.
“i-” “No. Because you know what Jace. Fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid face and your stupid girlfriend and your stupid friends because you fucking left me. You have no reason to sit around and ask me what the fuck happened between us because it was all because of you. i put in the effort to reach out i even sent you a fucking gift for your birthday because you couldn't spare the time to hang with me and you don't even text me a happy fucking birthday?!? Fuck you man.”
Your hands slam down on the wheel in frustration as you clench your jaw, the fucking nerve of this guy. You don’t even spare him another glance and he doesn't dare to say anything else for awhile. the drive is long, they were buried far out from your homes so the drive was over an hour.
it takes twenty minutes before he says anything. “I’m sorry.” It comes out strained, if you looked at him he would probably be crying but you do not dare look at him. “I wish i could explain to you why i did it, why i acted like that. But I’m sorry. I’m sorry i just think i liked the attention, i liked having people fawn over me. And her, fuck i don't know, i liked her sure, but she fucking cheated on me with one of the guys on the team, told me she only got with me to get closer to him. Its not an excuse, i should have never put what we had down the drain for someone that never really mattered because you, you matter to me more than anyone else. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry, ill say it forever because i don't deserve your forgiveness.”
You pull over into a road side parking lot because you couldn't see the road anymore. Your eyes filled with tears as your shoulders shook with silent sobs, “I am sorry i made you feel this way, that you couldn't even come to me when she died, i liked it, i remember she gave me the toy car display i still have in my room fuck i can't even imagine how you must feel. I miss you. I miss you so much.”
You put your head against the wheel and allow yourself to sob. This is all you’ve wanted to hear for so long that now you have no clue how to feel. You want to tell him to fuck off. That he has no reason to be begging for your forgiveness now.
“Jacaerys,” You swear you hear it wrong, that you must be confused. He whimpers. “No please,” “Its dragged out in a way that has your stomach churning and you shift in your seat. “Don’t call me Jacaerys, Jace please.”
You must be strong. You cannot give into to his sad puppy eyes and cries. Yet you look over to him and feel your resolve crumble. He has tears streaming down his face. He’s looking at you. Has he been looking at you this whole time? “You left me Jace.” He lets out a trembled breath as he dares with shaky hands to grab yours. “I'm sorry. I will beg you to forgive me till the end of time because i will never deserve it. I need you.”
Your heart pounds against your chest as the two of you stare at one another. You feel your hands shake in his grip as the two of you unknowingly move closer to each other.
“I realized after i found out what she had done i was more upset about the fact you were not there more than anything. She had begged me to take her back but the only thing i could think about was you. I was so stupid and so blind i will never forgive myself. You are everything to me.”
“Jace,” He cups your cheeks and lets out a trembled breath, “I was a fool to let you go. I will never make that mistake again,” You cannot believe what is happening, he does not truly mean what you think he’s saying does he? “I had months to think it over. I am so madly in love with you. If you do not feel the same i will act like this never happened and we can just go back to being friends or even if you cannot stomach being around me we can just never talk but-”
He lets out a surprised moan as you shove your lips against his and eagerly pressed his lips against yours. He a lot more vocal than you had expected him to be, eagerly humming against your lips as his hands have moved to your neck.
He lets out a shocked gasp when you push him back into his seat and looks at you with wide eyes as you climb over his lap, pulling the level to have him lay over his back and simply stare at him as you hover above him. He whimpers as you grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards your face, “This is for me. Not you. Right?” He eagerly nods, more than willing to take anything you’ll give him.
He whines as you unbutton his black dress pants and waste no time shoving your hand past his boxers and gripping onto his dick. His head is thrown backwards as you rub your thumb against his tip, ignoring his mumbles until enough precum has dripped down onto your hand before you begin vigorously pumping him up and down.
You do not stop even as he’s asking you to slow down. Well you do, but it is always right before he’s about to come. You do this again. and again. and again. He feels like he’s about to burst, the stimulation is too much for him to bare.
“Please.” You tilt your head at him as he grips the front of your button down shirt. “What do you want?” Your words are spoken like he a stranger approaching you on the street, he whimpers and shoves his head into your chest, his tears threatening to spill out. “Please,”
“awe are you so fucked out you have no clue what you’re talking about huh?” He’s babbling nonsense as you feel his tears pool into your shirt. You fully remove your hands off him for the fourth time and he thinks he might crack. “Please no I’m sorry I’m sorry please please just let me,,” His words trail off as he watches you fully release him from his pants and boxers, his breath shaky as he watches you pool up your shirt and move to hover above him.
“Please please.” “Shut the fuck up.” He whimpers as his tip presses against your folds but you don’t him in enter yet, simply allowing his tip to be dragged up and down your slit. He throws his head back as the tears continue to flow down his face, he can’t take this, his hips rise up to try and thrust into you but you hold him down and spit at him. “You don’t know how to behave slut.”
He lets out a surprised gurgle of sounds when you suddenly slam all the way down onto him and lightly slap him across the face. “Are you happy now slut? You happy your little loser friend is fucking you stupid?”
He can barely speak as you begin to bounce up and down on him. He’s dreamed of this for much longer than he’d like to admit but this is much better than anything he could have imagined. The way your lightly let out sounds of delight are like music to his ears. He wishes he could say something but over the heat that flows over his body and the way he feels your hands slip under his shirt and begin to rub up and down his chest he can’t find the words.
He keeps his hands at his side, not knowing if he is allowed to touch you not wishing to upset you more than he already has. You notice the way his hands twitch and slightly raise as if he wants to reach out to you. You slow down for a moment to grab his hands and place them on your chest, a wordless exchange between the two of you as he stares at you in wonder. So much love fills his gaze you almost flush with embarrassment. You begin to pick up your pace once again as he fondles you over your clothes.
The pit grows larger in his stomach much faster than he would like but due to the overstimulation and the overflowing of emotions he’s on the edge. “I’m so close.”
“Hold it.” He whines and watches as one of your hands slip under your skirt, “You think you should be allowed to cum before me?” He shakes his head, of course not, he doesn’t deserve too.
He swears he almost cums from your blissed out face alone, but he is surprised he manages to contain himself until he feels you throb and your essence drips around him. You slowly lift off him and pump him until his cum drips down your hands.
The car windows are foggy, you have no clue how long you’ve been out here but the sun as begun to set as you allow yourself to fall against his chest, feeling the way his heart beats erratically as his arms come to wrap around you.
“I don’t forgive you,” He feels his heart drop as he gulps, bracing himself for you to lift off him and drop him off at his house, never to speak to him again. “But i think i can one day, you just have to take me out on a couple dates first.”
He grins.
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sleepingdiaryzzz · 7 days ago
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hold on,hold on,Yandere!Conner Kent x reader🙏🏻
(sorry for bothering😭)
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U ain't a bother and if anybody tells you that u do, then, they gonna face my pinky, my thumb and my fist they gonna run. 😼🐺🧏🏽‍♀️ nobody messes with my first ever anon 😠👊
Anyways
The night has fallen quietly over Metropolis, the cityscape softened under a blanket of stars. The world feels smaller somehow, contained within the walls of your apartment where Connor sits, angled slightly toward you, his gaze unwavering yet serene. He has that brooding, intense look—a mix of steel and tenderness—that you’ve come to recognize as uniquely his. It’s as though he’s carrying a burden, one he won’t let you see, and yet you feel its weight as if he’s drawn you into his orbit without permission.
“Connor,” you say softly, trying to break the quiet, “you’ve been… around a lot more lately.”
His eyes flicker, something shadowy dancing behind them, a vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He doesn’t answer right away, just lets his gaze travel over your features as if memorizing every detail. The room feels charged, the air between you like the fine thread of a spider’s web—delicate and unbreakable all at once.
Finally, he speaks, his voice hushed but firm. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Is that so wrong?”
There’s a faint, haunting cadence in his words, something raw and possessive yet laced with an almost tragic reverence. You feel the intensity radiating off him, a barely restrained storm beneath his calm exterior.
“Nothing could happen to you,” he continues, almost to himself. “Not on my watch. I’d make sure of that.”
You’ve always known Connor’s protectiveness runs deep, but tonight, it feels like there’s something else lurking beneath the surface. An edge, a quiet desperation that clings to the room, thick as fog.
“Connor…�� you say his name with a gentle tone, hoping it might pull him out of whatever dark place he’s retreating into. He’s so close now, leaning forward, his hand reaching out as if compelled by some invisible force. When his fingers graze your cheek, his touch is featherlight, as though he fears you’ll vanish.
“If I could keep you here,” he whispers, his tone taking on a dreamy, almost poetic quality, “locked away from the world… I would. Not because I want to take anything from you, but because I… I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”
It’s a confession wrapped in longing, and you see the truth of it in his eyes, where constellations seem to burn just for you. There’s something about his gaze that feels eternal, as if the universe itself has handed him the task of guarding you.
“You mean a lot to me,” he says finally, each word slow and deliberate, as though he’s trying to etch them into your soul. “More than you know.”
In that moment, his love feels like an uncharted ocean—beautiful and terrifying, with depths you’re not sure you’re ready to explore. But his sincerity anchors you, and, despite the intensity of his words, you can’t help feeling safe, cocooned in the quiet power of his devotion.
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(A/n: is it just me or do you guys also feel suspicious of how I could post every day despite saying I'm too lazy to do so... Maybe my laziness hasn't kicked in yet which is weird and scary considering I'm writing dis rn in front of my 10 homework activities, and yes I am doing it last minute but so what...? I'm too lazy to do all of em and rn I'm don't know what I am talking about... I love yapping but I'm a introvert does it make me a extrovert when i talk too much but not as loud? Guys I'm turning crazy, I need someone to talk to and all my best friends are busy idk why they've been busy since last week....my gf is not replying for like 20 minutes now...im going crazy. Also sorry for spamming the Batfamily tag even though it's not the content I posted, I just feel like it's more famous than the others and also idk how to tag... Though mainly because I'm scared of being a flop hehe...)
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strawberries-and-racing · 1 year ago
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high for this - mv1 fluff + smut (part two of i wanna be yours)
pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader
a/n: im so proud to finallyyy post this and im so sorry to everyone who had to wait months and months for this but it's finally out and I hope you enjoy it🩷
requests that came together and inspired this series:
• nsfw prompts 9-13 (in pt. 2)
• 'listen up. Obsessive possessive crazy max for sweet innocent reader smut.'
• 'ok so we need dark FICS of any driver of your choice but make him very obsessive and possessive and don't forget the smut. Keep it up girlllll!!!'
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summary: a date with max + smut <3 (part 2)
warnings: fluff, smut, choking, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), penetration, edging, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, obsessive max, degradation and praise at the same time🤨
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you and max's steps were perfectly in sync as you made your way down the streetlight lit sidewalk. the rest of the world fell away behind you as he captured all your attention.
you'd managed to let go of some of the nervousness that previously flooded your mind. the quietness of the night and the magnetic aura of the man beside you was calming.
you're holding his hand a little tighter than necessary, but you cant help it. your hand in his just felt so nice, so right.
you'd never felt that anyone had touched you with true passion. no one had touched you in the way that made you feel like your souls were colliding. and the feeling of max's hand left you craving more, made your legs weak.
"max," you look up at him.
"yeah?" he answers, meeting your gaze.
"when you drive—" you pause, wondering how to word the question youd been longing to ask. "—are you ever...scared?"
he raises his eyebrows, smiling a little.
"no, never."
"so, dying, it never crossed your mind while you're in the car?"
he presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, considering your words.
"no, it doesn't. why?" he looks at you expectantly.
"i just, i dont know. i always think about that. it seems terrifying to me but it just doesn't seem to affect you." you fidget with your necklace.
"i guess... you just get used to it. i know its dangerous but, it doesnt really bother me because i know that im in control."
control was apparently something max liked quite a lot. you were slowly beginning to realize that.
"we're almost there" he says, something in his voice makes you shiver.
he tugs on your hand, leading you around a sharp corner.
you catch your breath, gasping softly. in front of you was a steep drop off that led to the river below. the glimmering lights of downtown stretched out ahead of you.
the sight was so breathtaking beautiful you couldnt tear your eyes away.
max however, wasn't interested in any of it. he had a much more interesting view right in beside of him.
your eyes were big and shining in awe, stray strands of hair littering your face. your mouth slightly open, your breathing deep and slow. the grip you had on maxs loosened slightly. you looked angelic, fragile.
if max could have his way he would have fucked you right there until you screamed so loud the others back at the restaurant would've heard.
but he supposed he could wait alittle longer before he pulled something like that.
"i—" you truly cant find the words. you slowly turn to look at max. you're struck by how handsome he looks in the dim light of the street lamps " thank you for..." your eyes flicker over his features "bringing me here."
you wished he would've kissed you, in fact you were desperate for it. but he didn't.
"anytime," he smiles, looking to at the sky, letting go of your hand and sitting down on the grass.
you sit next to him, leaning into him a little, you realized how tired you were. you rest your head on his shoulder.
the scent of your shampoo, your perfume, messed with his head. 
sitting there, with the moon and city lights brightening the night and stars twinkling over head, you would have fallen asleep. but at some point, max had started absent mindedly tracing patterns on your thigh.
the slow, careful motions of his fingers made you dizzy.
finally, after over an hour of you wrapped in maxs arms, sitting under the night sky, he nudged you softly.
"come on y/n," his voice is gentle as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. you were grateful the dim lighting hid your blush. "i'll take you home."
you nod sleepily. "ok," you sigh as he helps you stand up. he puts his arm around you once again as you make your way to his car, his bodyheat the perfect contrast to the night breeze that swirled around you.
"thanks again max, that was fun". you mumble. hearing you say his name like that, and while you were in such a vulnerable state made him swallow the emotions that simmered within him.
"im happy you liked it y/n,"
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it's just before 9 in the morning as you make your way into hq. he's beside you before you even make it to the building. max seemed to have a knack for finding you.
you two being seen together had become a regular occurence. rumours were beginning to spark in the red bull team.
over the last few days, people had certainly began to notice that max had a special soft spot just for you.
it was impossible not to pick up on the way he looked at you, the way his gaze lingered. the way he found any excuse to talk to you, to touch you, to be around you.
he was constantly distracted by you. his demeanor always changing when you were around. you were the sun and he was captured in your orbit.
"hey mooi (beautiful)"
you recognize his voice immediately.
you laugh a little at the unfamiliar word. "what does that mean?"
max only smiles and shakes his head, chuckling to himself.
"nothing" he says, you brush the comment off.
"i was thinking, tonight i signed us up for a pottery class. i just remembered you saying something about it the other day."
you stop walking, turning to face him. he smiles when he sees the admiration and surprise that's written all over your face.
"it's at seven, if you're not busy."
it was so thoughtful, so sweet, so astonishing. max verstappen wanted to take you on a date. to a pottery class, because he heard you 'saying something about it the other day'. feelings wash over you. you're speechless.
you smile, warmth spreading across your body. "yes of course." you bite your lip. "that's so sweet of you max."
"well, i'll see you tonight then." his voice resonates across your whole body.
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you spent the whole evening getting ready. you were too anxious to do anything else. the idea of going on a date with max verstappen had you jittery.
you wanted everything to be perfect. you relished the time you spent showering, doing your nails and your hair. putting on your makeup and your white dress.
you're ready early and you can't stand having nothing to do other than sit and wait, staring out the window expectantly.
finally, you see him pull up. the car is sexy but you know its not his nicest.
you rush out the door and down the stairs. you leave the building and meet him at the door.
"hey" he says, looking a bit surprised "i thought I had to—" gesturing to the doorbell. you smile looking away.
"i saw your car" you say, casually waving his concerns away.
"oh," the implication that you had been waiting for him fueled his confidence.
you make the short walk to the car together, the sun already low in the sky.
nerves twisted inside of you so tightly that you were surprised you could even walk. despite your nervousness, you could hardly hold back your smile.
you were so excited, there was no other way to put it.
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you didn't know someone could look so good driving until you were in the passenger seat next to max. one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the glove box.
the rev of the engine, his natural tendency to drive aggressively, to drive fast.
something about it. how controlling the car was so effortless for him, had you pressing your knees together.
"what made you want to do pottery?" he asks, bringing you back to the present.
you look at him. "i don't know," you admit "it seems relaxing, and i've been wanting to try something new."
"relaxing? it's always seemed stressful to me, having to shape the clay and everything," he glances at you, "messy too."
you both smile.
"yeah but that's part of it, and you get to wear an apron so it's no big deal."
it's not a long drive, and soon the little pottery place comes into view as he pulls into the mostly empty parking lot. the pottery studio is nestled between a coffee shop and a little book store. it seems like something you'd find in a tv show.
you take a deep breath, letting excitment replace your tense nerves.
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focusing on your own pottery proved to be extremely difficult. your eyes kept wandering over to max's hands.
he worked the clay with such careful precision and looked so goddamn good doing it. the fluid mouvments of his fingers, the concentration in his eyes.
it was sexy, and it was building that familiar tension and heat in your stomach that you always felt when you were around him.
even though it was his first time doing this, he looked confident, sure of himself.
as the class progressed, and handling the clay became more and more delicate, you were able to find some concentration.
your brows furrowing slightly, eyes narrow as you stared down at your pottery. suddenly, you feel max's knee bump against yours, your hand slips, messing up your work.
you turn to stare at him, mouth open and eyes wide in shock. he's staring back, eyes full of mischief and a smile plastered on his face.
"max!" you hiss, bumping his knee back.
"what?" he laughed, it was impossible to stay mad though and you found yourself laughing along with him.
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it was the last class of the day and the parking lot was amlost empty, the sun was barely clinging to the horizon. the two of you left the class together, you walk slowly next to him, talking about the class.
"i didn't expect there to me so many steps. i mean first we got the clay ready then hand to wet our hands and start the spinning thing and the technique i had to use to get it just right..."
you stared at him, smiling a little to yourself as he continued talking.
he was explaining more with his hands than his words. you'd heard jokes about this around the paddock and hq before: he was maxplaining.
but you didn't mind. you liked hearing him talk, the sound of his voice, the many emotions in his eyes.
you get to the car, but max isn't quite done talking. you wait patiently, smiling at him, listening to everything he has to say about the class until, "...so yeah, that's it." he shrugs.
"yeah i agree," you say, looking up at him, you're back towards the car. "it seems like you liked it."
"i loved it."
"then we should go again sometime," you suggest.
he nods, "we should."
his eyes flicker to your lips. it was so brief, so quick, you think that maybe you had imagined it.
"im so lucky i got to take you out," he says. your eyes widen. the sweetness of his words catches you off guard.
your heart beat faster and faster as max began to lean just a little closer to you.
you knew that once he kissed you that would be it, you would be his. that the visions of him wouldn't stop after that. that there would be no room in your emotions for anything but him.
blood rushed to your head, his blue eyes so close to yours.
and then he did it. he kissed you. you felt weak as his lips touched yours, reaching your hand out to touch him. your eyes were already firmly shut and you blossomed beneath his touch like a flower.
the feeling of his mouth against yours, warm and soft, sent once again a rush of helplessness and the familiar surge of heat which left you limp and leaning into his embrace. 
his insistent mouth was parting your hesitant lips, sending shivers through you. 
your only thought was him. max. you were acutely aware of every detail. his hand brushing over your hair, his other lightly cupping your cheek. his body pressing you gently against the car. the taste of his lips.
all of it swirled together in your mind like a dizzying haze.
finally, after what was a lifetime to you, he gently pulled away from you. as soon as he did so you felt something missing. to put it simply, his body against yours felt so right.
"come back with me." he says in a low voice.
you hesitate, carefully choosing what to do, what to say.
"i— yes," you nod. that's all you had to say and he was helping you into the car and pulling out if the parking lot.
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time passed in a strange way as you drove to the hotel. the seconds passed slowly but the minutes flew by.
the anticipation building in your stomach was making it difficult to maintain normal conversation with max. the tension was thick in the air, you tried to concentrate on the city lights whizzing by through the window.
'are you coming to the next race?'
his voice cuts through the silence and eases your nerves somewhat, but there's still a tight knot in your stomach.
'yeah i am, i can't wait.' he glances at you 'i mean i've heard so many good things about silverstone.'
'yeah the crowds are insane, the fans are so passionate you know?' he speaks in that voice he always has when he talks about racing, his words sound smooth and warm. 'even if they aren't too passionate about me.'
you both laugh, smiling at eachother.
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your legs are shaking slightly by the time you get to the hotel, anxious thoughts flooding your mind.
you fumble with your seat belt and the door for a minute before he helps you out, taking your hand and leading you up to his hotel room.
he pushes open the door. your jaw drops.
the hotel room is almost bigger than your apartment. it's so luxurious, you can't imagine max finding a use for all this space.
for a second, as you admire the room around you, you think maybe you could get used to this.
before you can continue the thought, you feel his hands on your hips, turning you around to face him. you reach your arms up, around his shoulders. you relish the butterflies in your stomach.
"that pottery class was perfect max." you say in a hushed voice "i really loved it."
he smiles softly, not breaking eye contact.
"im glad you had a good time."
he slowly brings his mouth to yours once again. he kisses you tenderly. softer then last time, more careful.
gradually, without taking his lips off yours he pushed you backwards, guiding you towards the bed and carefully pressing you into the matress.
his lips brush over your jaw, placing soft pecks along your jawline, teasing you with light touches of his lips to your skin.
the tension grows as he keeps marking g your neck with hickeys that will surely embarrass you tommorrow. but now, all you felt was restlessness. he’s so warm, so close to you.
his lips are hot again your skin. you squirm a little as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.
when he touched you like this it felt demanding, controlling, like you had no choice but to listen and do what he asked.
you were already becoming such a mess. the way you were so quick to melt in his hands made you feel a little embarrassed.
he continues to place his kisses, listening to your breathing, enjoying the sound of your heartbeat, the soft exhales and hums of satisfaction. he takes his time decorating your neck and chest as his own.
an involuntary gasp escaped you once he found that spot between your collar bone and your throat that had you squirming beneath him.
his mouth worked hickeys across your sensitive skin. he was everywhere and made you feel vulnerable.
he slowly made his way downwards to spread light kisses across your chest, brushing his lips softly over your breasts, making you shiver.
you bite your lip trying to hold back your moans, hands slightly tightening in his hair, barely resisting the immense urge to arch your back off the matress.
"let it out y/n," the sound of his voice clouded your mind. his words were a little deeper than usual, his accent thicker and incredibly hot. "let everyone hear you, let's make sure they know you're mine, yeah?" his words sent a rush of heat through you, all you could to was nod.
he continues working his way down your body, his fingers tracing down your stomach. his touch so feathery, so careful.
his hands fluttered over your stomach, tracing soft patterns across your skin.you shutter, your breathing shaky.
his fingers trailed up your thighs, barely even touching you, making anticipation curl in your stomach. a breathy moan escapes your lips.
his touch came closer and closer to your core, his pupils dilating as he took in the view right in front of him. you were dripping wetness, legs tensing slightly.
his fingers trace ever so lightly around the edges of your pussy. you couldnt take it any longer.
"max—" you moan softly, shutting your eyes momentarily. he smirks, looking up at you from between your legs.
"such pretty sounds, makes me want to wreck you." 
without hesitation he pushes your thighs apart a little further and licked a long stripe over your folds.
the unexpected stimulation makes you squirm, one of his hands finds your wrists and holds them above your head, forcing you to be still.
his tongue swirled over your clit, you had to shut your eyes. your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling his closer to your cunt as your head fell back.
"fuck," you whisper, max hums underneath you; the vibration makes you squirm. he rips another moan from your throat as his tongue rubs tight circles around your clit.
his forced your thighs apart even wider as his mouth continued to work.
max was impatient by this point, he just wanted his fingers inside of you. to feel your hot cunt clenching around him.
while you're writhing in pleasure underneath him all he can think about is taking advantage of your lovely body, taking control of your mind, ruining you for anyone else.
your fingers knot in his hair as his fingers rub over your g-spot, pulling him in and pushing him out at the same time.
every sweet moan from your lips inflating his ego as his fingers dig into you deeply and unforgivingly.
you let your back arch, moving your hips, desperately wanting to grind down onto his fingers as your orgasm built in your stomach. but his hand hands your hip and presses you back into the matress. he feels your pussy shudder around his fingers and he has to use all his strength to not pull his fingers out of you.
he would love nothing more than to see the look of desperation on your face, to hear you beg and plead for him to let you come. but he thought better of it, he decided that tonight was for you.
he shifts so that he's back on top of you, his thumb replacing his tongue on your clit and his mouth back on your neck.
"you wanna come don't you?"
you open your mouth to respond but before you can get the words out he curls his fingers inside of you, making you hiss, your fingers twist and grip the sheets.
"max—" you moan as he curls his fingers and scissors them, stretching you and making your eyes roll back.
"please" you whimpered.
you were so dangerously close to the edge, every thrust of his fingers nudging you closer to the tipping point.
finally, max let you come. one last impossibly deep thrust of his fingers and you were coming. moans falling from your lips, shutting your eyes in ecstasy.
his fingers gradually slowed as bliss rippled over you and your body trembled beneath his.
the sound of your heavy breathing filled the room as he gently pulled his fingers out of you, they're soaked in your cum.
without any thought or hesitation, he licks his fingers clean. the action was so casual, as if he'd done it a hundred times before, but it made your cunt ache for more of him.
you can't help but push your hips forwards a little and grind up and down the length of his cock.
he groans, his head falling and his hands once again coming to your hips to stop your mouvments.
"patience," he breathes, as his mouth once again finds your neck, his hands running across your body.
just as your breathing was beginning to steady, he runs the head of his cock over your folds, your cunt clenched around nothing, a million thoughts flood your mind.
he was so close to you in so many ways, almost inside you. his closeness helped your body relax, the warm tingling of your orgasm still lingering.
but the relaxation was short-lived as you realized: he doesn't know.
"max...?" your voice is bearly audible.
"mm hmm" max murmurs. he feels your body freeze up beneath him. he pulls away from your neck slightly to look at you.
you're blushing immensely and can't even meet his eyes. he's hit with realization before you even say anything.
"i've never—" you can barely get the words out, your voice a shy whisper. "i mean...it's my first time."
those four little words fuzzied his mind with a cloud of lust.
the fact that you were offering him something so precious, the fact that you were so pure, so untouched, that he would be the one to take your virginity affected every inch of him.
he brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, his hand resting on your cheek. "dont worry, i'll take care of you" he says in a hushed voice.
his soft words were a stark contrast to his thoughts, all he could think about in that moment was fucking you stupid and corrupting your innocence.
but he didn't let it show. instead, he leaned down to kiss you.
“do you trust me?” his voice almost a whisper. his hands hold you by your waist, his eyes staring into yours.
you nod, eyes stinging with tears that threaten to spill over. emotions swirl inside you, you're unsure what you should be feeling. you swallow, trying to compose yourself.
"just... please be gentle" you murmur. max's lips press against your neck, you feel the vibration from a low sound in the back of his throat.
you sounded so painfully innocent, like you didn't really know what was going on.
he doesn't think you even know how your voice sounds. so soft, so sweet like your words are dipped in honey. everything about you was tearing him apart.
"breathe," he says.
you let out the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. you moan instinctively at the stretch as you feel his cock entered you.
it was undescribable. you shut your eyes, tears running down your cheeks as the two of you slowly became one. it made your heart pound and your stomach twist, knowing that you couldn't be any closer than this, to know that he was inside of you.
max's groans set all of your sense on fire while he continues carefully pushing between your tight walls.
his head falls to your neck. your core is so hot, already pulsing with stimulation.
you shut your eyes, tears running down your cheeks, eyes stinging from the mix of emotions.
your tears only made max thrust into you deeper, struggling to keep his pace slow.
you were aware of every inch of his cock inside you, filling you up perfectly. you dug your nails into his arms as you adjusted to him.
you open your eyes, looking up at him. his usually blue eyes were consumed with darkness.
his slow but deep thrusts envoked sensations you never knew you were capable of feeling, making you moan softly.
he was the ocean, and you were drowning happily in him. you let his waves wash over you.
once he felt like you were ready for more he pulled away from you and without saying a word he guided your legs gently upwards so that you knees were by your head.
you don't protest, only whine at the lack of contact.
he continues to thrust into you, his pace faster than before. it takes everything you have not to scream.
you pushed your legs further apart, spreading yourself for max even more so that he could thrust into you so deeply that the head of his cock hit your cervix.
your nails dug into his back.
the sounds coming from your lips could only be describes as pornographic. skin slapping against skin was all you could hear.
his name was the only word you knew and it tumbled from your lips over and over. your eyes rolling back with each of his ruthless thrusts.
he pounded into you so hard the bed shook. your nails now scraping down his arms as you clung to him.
a new type pleasure bloomed in your stomach, different than anything you'd ever experienced.
"i feel...max...i think i'm gonna—"
as max looked down at your face, all the thoughts that ran through his head were how ruined you looked, corrupted, your innocence gone and all because of him.
how many nights had he lay awake thinking about how you sounded? how you looked when you came? countless.
he thought this must be what heaven was like, his fantasy finally coming true and unfolding before him. as you came, he's taking in your features like it was the first time he'd ever truly seen you.
your walls pulsate and clench around his cock mercilessly, your scream-like moans filling the room.
"fuck y/n" his voice is rough, his breathe heavy.
your body shook beneath him as he kept thrusting into you. the overstimulation was close to becoming painful.
finally, with one last deep thrust, he came inside you. his hands held onto you so tightly there would surely be bruises.
you squirmed as the primal pleasure of him filling you up completely clouded your brain.
after a minute of stillness, of comfortable silence, he pulled out of you. but of course, he wasn't done with you just yet.
you feel him start slowly fucking his cum back into you with him fingers, causing you to writhe in pain from the complete overstimulation.
"max, no no please i cant it's too much," you beg, trying to push his hand away, eyes tearing up.
despite the urges he had to keep fingering you, to hear more of your pretty pleads, he can tell your fucked out. that your body is completely spent. and so, seeing the desperate tears in your eyes, he lets you push him away.
instead, he pulls you to him and kisses you. his lips feel hot, and his mouth tells you everything he's feeling. he holds you, his arms shielding you from the world. there's nothing to say, so you say nothing.
after a minute he sits up, kisses you one last time, and gets dressed.
"i'll be right back," he says before walling into the bathroom.
you sit up, pulling the covers around you, your legs trembling. your body feels exhausted.
you hear the bath begin running. at first, you're confused, shocked even. max didnt strike you as the kind of guy who ran baths for you. but after a moment, contentment settles over you.
you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, and try to stand. but your legs are still shaking, your entire body worn out.
"max!" you call, holding yourself up by the bed, legs already threatening to give out.
"yeah?" he says, walking back into the bedroom.
"i can't walk." you say, looking away, embarrassed by your awkward position.
max smiles, and gently helps you stand up, before scooping you into his arms and taking you to the bathroom.
maybe you could get used to this.
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a/n: AHHH i worked on this for so long i hope you enjoyed <33333 do you guys want a part 3? 😏😏
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namikawa · 5 months ago
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— [the perfect host]
featuring: s. geto, s. gojo
cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.
notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!
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“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.
on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”
“i actually don’t, but okay man.”
“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.
“okay, whatever, fine.”
“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”
walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”
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“what happened??”
the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.
muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.
he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.
“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.
snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”
“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”
what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.
“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?
there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”
“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”
“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”
“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”
pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?
gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.
suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.
almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.
“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.
knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.
“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”
his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.
“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.
you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.
gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”
geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.
his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.
“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”
a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.
“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.
“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”
his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.
the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.
“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.
“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.
“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.
you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.
his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.
“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.
he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.
the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.
as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.
he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.
“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”
suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.
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sweetteainthesummerx · 6 months ago
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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (9)
In which Aubrey gets interviewed...
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ELLE MAGAZINE
NEW ISSUE
INTERVIEW WITH AUBREY YANG
Aubrey Yang, the multi-faceted actress debuts her talent and grit for directing and screenwriting in her short film Pelt, winning the Best Screenplay and a notable nominee for the Best Film during London Film week. Since we've last seen her at Elle New York, she has turned 18, nearing 19 now, and made some drastic changes to her life.
Since her film, Yang has not been in any other production as talent, but teases us with a new project "that's coming soon, don't worry". She adores her new found love for being a creative, and is scouting to get her hands on more projects in Hollywood on that side of the camera.
Her studies continue at New York University and she is set to graduate early, next year. When asked about her ability to balance school and work, she smiles knowingly and tells us that "it's important to take breaks, but more importantly, I've chosen things I love to do".
During these breaks, Yang is often seen with fellow young actress Dior Goodjohn and international pop sensation Olivia Rodrigo. But 18 has brought a new hobby: Formula One.
"I met Lily [Muni He] and Alex [Albon] at a gala, and we hit it off. They're like my parents" she answers adoringly. She has been seen multiple times in both the Williams and Ferrari garages visiting with fans and learning about the mechanics of racing.
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"I've met some wonderful people; I never really got to be a regular teenager because I was working and going to university early. They've really helped teach me about having fun and letting loose."
Next year when we inevitably feature her lovely face again, we'll see the new changes to her life.
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I read ur article it was great
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yes but I have smth to ask
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um not the English what's wrong
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DO U LIKE OLLIE
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UM BYE WHY
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bc I have to watch him text u and its dégoûtant
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aubrey 🎬
bro idk
dior thinks we like each other
its just hes becoming such a good friend
he makes me smile
and hes so sweet and kind and gentle
hes not like any other guy ik
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its going to be such a long trip 😔
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anchorandrope · 3 months ago
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Hi I'm Brazilian and I saw your post about us joining and thank you 🫶🏻 I joined yesterday and I'm really lost. Could you recommend me blogs? hld exists here? Are any other updates accounts? other Brazilian larries or whatever, please I need people to follow I'm desperate 😭
hi bby!! welcome to this multiverse of madness, you will be gay here.
UAs: hldailyupdate, dailytomlinson, stylesnews - stylesarchive, hlupdate are inactive now, check them for archive purposes!
Fashion archives: fashionlouist - harryfashionarchive and louisfashionarchive are inactive now as well
Fics: this answer contains a lot
For creators: hljournal, hlcreators, hltracks
Pics & edits: tomlinsonedits, styles-edits - ltpics and hspics are also inactive rn
Gifs: stylinsongifs, lwt-gifs, hes-gifs, also inactive rn - but here are some fan blogs that make amazing gifs (remember to support their work by reblogging and not only liking! likes don't help to boost content here):
@2tiedships2 melanie is historically our gif maker, she has been doing lords work for a damn long time here, i think we all collectively thank her for her service 🫡
@bilouistomlinson logan changes his url a lot but his our purple buddy here so you will always recognise them by their icon 💜 he absolutely adores louis so if you wanna stand by your screen seeing gifs of louis being hot: their blog is a must on your list!
@delicatepointofview ingrid makes gifs with incredible quality, i sometimes find out louis appeared because i see one of her gif set before an UA, really. we appreciate the hard work 🩷
@miss-styles i think lei is not currently making gifs but her work is awesome and if you like harry you can spend ours on her tag 🕺🏻
@creulsummer lorna has plenty of gifs of different stuff, i adore her fall vibes 🍂 her aesthetic is always pleasant to see
okay now, (more) blog recommendations!! even though i may not talk to everyone here, i do love seeing them on my dash so here is a list of larries on my phone: @thechavier @robinniko @kiwikiwiandkiwi @quickpauseinconversations @larryisinlove @28cum @louisarmpits @zouisexo @wdbhgdotmp3 @louisgrayhairs @tommos @louispalooza @daisiesonafield-blog @skepticalarrie @killmymind @nunchailou @braverytattoos @thebirdtatts @handgf @fishandfrog @whatifai @itsnotreal @ishipmutualrespect @stylinsuns @harrylouis @whenyouvequitefinished @sunkissedlouis @farawaytattoo @hs1 @allmylouv @yourgoldenview @thewhitecitrus @bluewinnerangel - im sure im forgetting a lot of people, so in advance im extremely sorry my beloved moots. also feel free to tag your fave blogs in the comments or rb and i'll rb again so new accs can follow them <3
we are all kinda messy and gay, we also tend to vote for "nuanced answer/im bald/secret third option" in every poll so if you don't like that maybe consider moving to threads. its like twitter (instagram's version). the app looks like a social experiment and if the news are late to twitter, i can't imagine how late they are there so good luck
also, i cannot end this blog rec with our bestie <3 shout out to lthqofficial who made a blog here, checked us out for 3 days and left. they were like: nope! bye!! 👋🏻
anyway hope this has helped ❤️‍🩹
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midniiights-garden · 11 months ago
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I love your hcs for modern au! mizu, could you possibly write some headcanons relating to her getting into a relationship?
(A/N: YIPPIEEEEE AN ASK!! Omg I think this would be interesting and there's a bunch of other HCs on this but imma put my own spin on it ^^)
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Possible TWs!!: Mentions of sex, internalized homophobia, sexisim, racisim, grooming (??)
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Ok so first of all yeah, I wanna flesh out her past relationship with Mikio in this AU. I think it would be important in shaping Mizu's view of her future S/O.
So, as I said in my last post she probably met Mikio when she was in University, he would probably be a teacher or something. Lowkey, considering the age gap, in this AU he would have probably either been some kind of forced relationship like in the canon or he groomed her in some way.
Either way, it made moder!Mizu really wary of kindness, now viewing everyone who is nice to her as a threat.
I'm also basing her trauma responses based on my own so I hope this isn't too OOC, I'm just tryna work off of what I know lol
So when you came into her life (probably introduced by Ringo because he's a cutie patootie ray of sunshine), she was more than skeptical.
It'd be rocky. You'd try to talk and she would only give short, curt answers. Much like canon Mizu.
It'd probably take a consistent half a year of talking to her for her to finally crack. Either that or you'd do something really nice for her like caring for her whilst she was sick or prepared something for her birthday or something of the likes. Either way, you'd have to really make an effort to befriend and win her over, it's more of a her problem then a you problem.
But once her initial coldness has melted away you find a pretty sincere, caring woman. She's only strict with you if she cares. If she doesn't I believe she's the kind of person who would probably just go "eh, whatever" if you did something stupid. But if she cares she'll be like "DO NOT DO THAT".
She'll realise she's in love probably while she's sick lol
Like, she'll see you helping her at her worst, holding her hair back whilst she throws up or something and be like "...oh my god".
Mizu wouldn't confess too soon after realising, she'd take her time to really think about it. Was she ready for a potential heartbreak? Was this worth it? You might find that she'll pull away a little as she thinks. It isn't intentional, but it will probably happen.
You'd probably have to confess first.
She'd secretly be elated but she wouldn't show it too much at first. Actually, she'd be hesitant to show positive emotions at all in the beginning. But as your relationship progresses she realises you aren't like Mikio. You aren't there because of some made up image of her. You're there because you love her. Not an idea of her, but herself, flaws and all.
She's gonna marry you lol.
(A/N: THAAAAT'S IT!!! Also im so sorry for taking so long with this. my gf left me and its my bday today so ive been like moping and playing sdv lmfaoooo. HAPPY NEW YEARS POOKIES <3)
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gummydummy19 · 4 months ago
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Hi Gummy👀❤️
um, because of the post you said about just now......
Thinking about Prof!Sherlock Holmes celebrate with you that your exams are over.
Correction: you sneak in his office with a bottle of champagne and wearing the lingerie he gifted to you a few weeks ago... He was very confused at the beginning(
Well, you did celebrate TOGETHER after all.👀😋
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Gaahh I would love to celebrate with him! 🥳🫠 Thank you for the ask, jammie! Im very sorry this took so incredibly long and that its a bit shit maybe lol, I hope you still kinda like it :)
His best student
Content Warnings: smut, age gap (not specifically mentioned), college student/college professor relationships (abuse of power, just to be sure), pet names (little one, Sir, baby), smidge of angst for some reason
A/N: This story is a fantasy and purely fictional. I do not condone student/teacher relationships or abuse of power in real life. Since this is pure fiction, everything is consensual. (because it's my fantasy and I fucking wrote it that way)
Word Count: 1.9k +
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He was busy grading papers, the usual frown on his face, not even looking up at you as you entered his office...
You eyed him hungrily as you locked the door behind you. "Do you know what day it is today?" you asked in a sultry voice, hoping to get his attention.
You'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, ever since he gifted you that black, lacy lingerie set a few days before your first exam. He'd had it delivered, knowing if he'd handed it to you himself neither of you would be able to wait. The box contained a note, written in Sherlock's beautiful handwriting, as per usual.
"A little gift to get you in the mood. I hope it motivates you, my dear. I expect straight A's from my best student x"
You had never been so excited to study. With your new-found motivation, you propped yourself at your desk, which is where you stayed for weeks. Focused and dedicated.
You hadn't touched yourself once in the past few weeks. Partly because you wanted to stay focussed, but also because you simply didn't have the time. You were so exhausted and mentally drained from studying all day, your back and shoulders were sore from sitting hunched over your desk for hours. When you finally got to bed at night you were so tired you almost immediately fell asleep.
And now the wait was finally over. All your hard work had paid off, straight A's across the board. You were proud of yourself, proud and incredibly horny, ready to collect your reward.
"Uhh...Friday?" Sherlock answered mindlessly, his eyes still glued to the red ink he scribbled across the paper.
You rolled your eyes before clearing your throat, hoping to finally get him to look up at you.
His eyes found yours, they were filled with confusion and a tiny bit of aggravation...until you let your coat fall open. The beautiful black set was revealed and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.
"Yeah," you spoke, "it's Friday"
A smirk tugged at his plushy lips, 'it's Friday", he repeated as the realization dawned on him.
"Hmm." you nodded, dropping your coat on the floor with a smile.
You took a few slow steps towards him, never once breaking eye contact.
"Passed all my exams, straight A's just like you wanted Mr. Holmes", you spoke innocently.
"Is that so?" he smirked, leaning back in his chair, his knees falling wider open.
"Uh uh", you nodded coyly, chewing your finger.
You took a few steps closer to him, keeping your eyes glued to his. You debated crawling into his lap and kissing him silly, but took a seat on his desk instead. "So I think I deserve my reward now, don't you?"
He was trying to contain himself a little longer, trying not to show how much of an effect you had on him. But the glimmer in his eyes told you enough. You couldn't help but smile at him. A warm genuine smile that told him how much you adored him and how badly you'd missed him.
He couldn't hold back the grin that broke free on his face and he stood up. Wasting no time before grabbing your face and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was full of heat and passion. Your hands tangled in his beautiful brown curls before trailing down his neck and fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. It took every fiber in your being not to rip the fabric off him, but you decided to behave. You the last thing you needed was a punishment when you came here for a reward.
Luckily he noticed what you were doing quite quickly, and since there was not much left for you to take off, he decided to help you.
"Fuck...I missed you, little one", he mumbled against your mouth as he undid the final button on his shirt.
"Hmm...missed you too, Sir...so much", you sighed back, your hands sliding over his shoulders, under the fabric of his shirt, making it drop on the floor while your fingers tangled in his hair again pulling him in for another kiss.
The kiss became more heated, more impatient, and you felt yourself starting to buck against the front of his trousers. The growing bulge pressed perfectly against the thin fabric of your panties. The panties that were slowly but surely starting to get very sticky and damp...
He pulled his lips away from yours, only to trail kissed from your jaw to your neck, groaning into your nape once he got there. His large hands trailed up and down your waist, squeezing at your flesh wherever he could.
You wriggled your hands between your bodies, your fingers eagerly searching for the buckle of his belt.
“Need you now…right now…”, you whined as you pulled his belt from his pants, your desperation made him chuckle.
“Hmmm…my perfect pretty princess…”, his voice was low has his fingers trailed down your jaw. Your breath hitched when his hand made its way down your throat, you expected him to stop there, to squeeze it as punishment for being so impatient…but he didn’t.
His hand moved down a little bit further until he pressed his palm flat, right in the middle of your chest. You were sure he felt your heartbeat thumping.
“Lay back for me”, he commanded. His tone combined with the slight press of his hand left little room for arguing, so you did what he asked.
Your back his the cold wood of his desk and you stared up at him. He held your gaze while his hands moved to caress your legs, starting at your knees, up to your thighs and back to your knees, where he held a firm grip to keep your legs spread (as if you needed any help with that?)
You enjoyed every second of it, every single touch, every look…but you needed more.
“Please Sir…”, you whined, “haven’t I been a good girl?”
He once again chuckled at your shameless display of pure desperation. “Don’t frown like that little one, you’ll get wrinkles”
“Then don’t give me a reason to frown.”
Your inner brat was starting to show and you hated it. Not that you didn’t love your bratty side, because you absolutely did, but today it meant that he was winning and you had worked too hard to let that happen.
He was staring down at you with his usual raised eyebrow. “Come on, Mr. Holmes..please?", you tried, your foot inching up his waist until your toes touched the now massive bulge in his trousers. You moved methodically, creating a friction you knew he craved.
"Behave", his voice was stern, no doubt a cover-up for his neediness, but stern nonetheless. You ignored it, continuing your movements shamelessly until he growled. "Enough!"
In a matter of seconds had pushed your legs open again and he was on you. Your wrists pinned to the oak desk just like the rest of you. "I told you to behave, little one."
"Why? When I do you give me nothing", you argued, staring him dead in the eye. "I came here for a reward, but if you insist on punishing me go ahead. Either way, I refuse to leave here empty-handed. I worked my ass off for the past few weeks, haven't even touched myself once. I kept my focus, I got perfect grades, and now I wanna cum. I deserve to cum."
You had never spoken to him that way. Ever.
The two of you looked at each other in silence. His hands still had a firm grip on your wrists and the look in his eyes gave little away. For a split second, you worried you had gone too far. He was still your professor after all, and by far the most intelligent and respected man you'd ever met.
You were simply a young girl who happened to be in his class and sucked his cock the way he liked it. You were nobody. And yet here you were, sprawled on his desk demanding orgasms.
"I'm proud of you, you know that?"
His deep voice broke through the silence and with that also through your thoughts. "Huh?" you managed to get out.
He grinned down at you, but different than before. Less devilish, more pure. "You're right, you worked incredibly hard...and you deserve a reward..."
He dipped his head down, his curls brushing your face as he pressed kisses against your neck and shoulder.
The second you felt his warm lips press loving kisses on your skin your eyes fluttered shut. A relaxed sigh left your lips as you basked in his touch.
“Such a good girl…such a…an amazing woman you…”, he panted out his praises while kissing his way down your body.
You moaned when you felt his warm lips press against your core through your panties, he kissed and licked until he could taste you through the fabric, leaving it even more soaked than it already was.
“Fuck sir…” your fingers tangled in his curls again when he pulled your panties to the side and finally ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.
He ate you out with vigour, humming and groaning into your pussy like a man possessed.
It wasn’t long before your thighs squeezed around his head and you shook with pleasure, letting out one final loud moan as your orgasm rushed through you.
“Fuck…” you giggled while staring at the ceiling, you swore you saw a couple stars fly around.
You could feel him grinning against your skin as he pressed a few more kisses on your inner thighs.
“C’mere…” your hands grabbed at him again, this time he didn’t even try to refuse. His large body stretched over you and his hands found the sides of your face.
You both smiled into the kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue was always such a turn on. You tasted great together, every time.
It wasn’t long before hunger consumed you again, and you could tell even though he just ate…he was still starving.
Your legs locked around his waist and you bucked your hips up into his bulge, whimpering a little from the overstimulation.
He didn’t need to be told what to do. He grinned as he leaned up. Never breaking eye contact with you while he lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his thick cock to spring free.
“My sweet girl….”, was all he said before slowly…ever so slowly…pushing inside of you.
He dropped down close to you, one hand on your hip, using it as leverage while he pumped in and out of you.
The other one right next to your face, keeping him from leaning his full body weight on you…not that you would complain…
“Fuck…s-sir…” your voice was barely above a whisper given that his nose was practically touching yours.
He pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, “call me by my name…please”.
You moaned and he slowly picked up the pace, “S-sherlock…Sherlock! Oh god, Sherlock”, you pulled at his hair as he fucked you passionately on his desk, fucking you deeper and harder each time you screamed his name.
“Yeah fuck…that’s it princess…shit”, he angled his hips while his hand slid down between your bodies, “cum for me baby…cum on my cock while I pump you full…can’t hold it much longer sweetheart, you feel so fucking good, fuck” his almost whiny tone and desperate look melted you to your core, and so you did what he asked, you came on his cock, hard.
“SHERLOCK! please please please….”, your walls squeezed him tightly and with one final thrust and a guttural groan he came inside you.
Sweaty foreheads and plump lips bumped against each other as you rode out the highs of your orgasms together.
“I love you…I love you”, he spoke quietly after a few beats of silence.
Once to himself, and once to you.
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ndoandou · 6 months ago
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Ikevil OC: Margarette Foster
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“Wise choice little robin.”
Cursed by Goldilocks from Goldilocks and the three bears
This curse grants user the ability to make the right decision for the best outcome of a situation, including the correct answer of a given choice. This ability also applies to the unknown near future. This curse preserves the user and the people around them. However, people who are cursed by Goldilocks are extreme perfectionists and stubborn by nature which may cause them to disagree with the right choice. They are cursed to die making the wrong decision due to following their desires.
Background story:
Margarette is a former noble. She grew up in a household which had no care for her despite her academic talents, as all the attention went to her older brothers. Years she went on being as patient as she could. Her breaking point was when her parents rejected her wish to participate in further education as they had already planned to sell her off someone they owed money to. Too stunned to speak, she fled back her room. Slamming the door behind her she could feel her world collapsing. Heavy breathing, cold sweats, tears puring down her eyes.
Curse awakening:
“Someone, anyone please save me from this absolute nonsense..!”, Margarette pleaded to herself, clenching her eyes shut as she sunk down to the floor.
‘Burn the mansion down,’ a voice spoke
Sobbing uncontrollably, Margarette responded to the voice not caring if she was hallucinating or not, given how stressed she was
“That’s too much! i can’t possibly….I-If i ”
‘Too much? You are too naive. Having your flesh and blood discard you is too cruel. If you want to live, Eliminating them is just right.’
Margarette didn’t know how to respond, but she knew that she wanted to live no matter what. she had to make the right choice…
‘The choice is yours’
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That night she slipped through the shadows, following every guidance given by the omniscient voice. Dozens of choices were made. Were they the right choices? Was there another way?
That didn’t matter
Margarette walked away from the mansion that was now engulfed in flames. Screaming and cries for help could be heard from a distance, however, her heart was too numb and tired to feel. She just hoped her legs will take her somewhere far away,,,
How she got involved with crown:
Members of the Foster estate took a big part in human trafficking, meaning that crown would have gotten involved. The unexpected problem was the fact that the whole estate is burnt to crisp. Initially they thought that they were trying to get rid of the evidence until Victor reviewed the documents and found out that there was a missing person under the name ‘Margarette Foster’. This did not make sense considering that everyone involved including the guards and servants were proclaimed dead. A conclusion was made after a long discussion; Margarette Foster is a Cursed and she is the culprit. It didn’t take too long for crown to locate her whereabouts and to get her to join them. Despite the sorry condition she was in, she didn’t seem that wary to follow them or answer their questions. Out of curiosity, Liam asked her why she didn’t show any signs of fear, which roger backed up with the fact that her heart was beating at a normal rate. Thats when she explained that she is cursed by Goldilocks and every decision and step she is taking is the correct decision.
Love interest:
Kate (MC) (ill make a seperate post on this!)
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Part 2 will be on her personality and fake cgs! Also i didn’t proofread this and i wrote half of the stuff here spontaneously so im sorry if its a bit shet :((
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keisgirl · 2 months ago
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hii! can I please request a fic? before that are you okay writing a poly one I'm supposed to request a ot7 enha in a angsty soulmate au where y/n and enha are childhood friends back then they didn't know they were soulmates but one day a girl befriend them and they start to get really close to her eventually making them distance with y/n that's when she know her soulmate are her friends, prompt #21 . but if your not comfortable writing them then maybe heeseung instead in prompt #12 thank you very much in advance ❤
OML HELLO ANON! im of course comfortable with writing a poly angst soulmate fic ft. enha but its going to take me some time sorry... i can tag you on the fic when its out! heres the heeseung angst you requested~ hope you liked it!
halfway heart; enhypen heeseung
prompt; #12 "you didnt sound this distant when you promised i was the only one you needed."
pairing; idol!heeseung x reader
wc; 0.8k
pls reblog and like if you liked the drabble!
looking for moots <3
cheers,, hannah
kpop drabble masterlist | prompt list #1
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it starts with the silences.
those quiet spaces between texts that grow longer. where you used to get a reply within minutes, now it’s hours. sometimes, it’s a day. your phone screen stays cold in your hand, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s even seen your message at all, or if he’s too busy—too distracted—to care.
you tell yourself he’s working, that things must be hectic. you know his schedule is packed, filled with rehearsals, meetings, performances. but that excuse starts to wear thin when you see the updates, the new posts, the smiles that don’t quite reach his eyes.
you keep scrolling past the photos, forcing yourself not to overthink the likes, the comments from strangers calling him theirs. you know better than to assume. you know he chose you. but that doesn’t stop the bubbling ache in your chest from growing every time you see a post from him with someone else, laughing, looking effortlessly close.
the next time you finally talk, it’s over the phone. it’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and the distance is something you can no longer ignore.
“hee..i miss you,” you say quietly, the words hanging in the air.
there’s a pause. too long. too much space between what you say and what you need to hear.
“i miss you too,” he replies, but the words are hollow, like he’s saying them because he has to, not because he feels them.
and that’s what breaks you.
“you didn’t sound this distant when you promised i was the only one you needed,” you murmur, the frustration and sadness bubbling to the surface, breaking through the cracks that have been forming for too long.
there’s another pause, and you know he’s searching for the right words. something to reassure you. but this time, you’re not sure if he can fix it.
“i’m still here,” he says, but even as he speaks, you can feel him slipping away. “it’s just… it’s hard right now. there’s so much going on, and i don’t know how to balance everything.”
“so where does that leave me?” you ask, voice trembling.
he doesn’t answer right away. the silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. the kind that leaves no room for hope, only a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
“i’m trying,” he says eventually. “but maybe… maybe that’s not enough.”
those words sting more than anything else he’s said.
you don’t respond right away. the weight of everything you’ve been holding in presses down, making it hard to breathe. you thought love would be enough. that no matter what obstacles came your way, you’d face them together. but now, standing on opposite sides of this growing distance, you’re not sure if you can hold on any longer.
“do you still want this?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “do you still want us?”
he hesitates, and that hesitation says more than any answer he could’ve given.
your heart sinks, a painful realization settling in. it’s not that he doesn’t love you—it’s that he’s choosing other things over you. his dreams, his career, the expectations placed on his shoulders. maybe he didn’t mean to hurt you, but in the end, his choices speak louder than his words.
“i don’t know,” he finally admits, and it’s like the ground falls out from under you.
“i see,” you say, voice shaky, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. you don’t want him to hear how broken you feel, how much this is tearing you apart.
“i never wanted to hurt you,” he says, voice softer now, filled with guilt. “i just—i didn’t know it would be this hard.”
you swallow the lump in your throat. “i know,” you reply, and it’s the truth. you knew this wouldn’t be easy. you knew the risks, the challenges of being with someone whose life was constantly in the spotlight, who had to balance so much more than just you.
but that doesn’t make it any less painful.
“i think…” you start, taking a shaky breath. “i think maybe we need some space.”
the words taste bitter on your tongue, but you know it’s the only way to protect yourself. if you keep holding on, if you keep waiting for him to come back, you’ll only end up hurting more.
there’s a long silence on the other end of the line.
“yeah,” he finally says, voice barely audible. “maybe we do.”
you bite your lip, trying to keep it together. “take care of yourself, okay?”
“you too.”
and with that, the call ends. you stare at your phone for a long moment, the weight of everything crashing down on you all at once.
it’s over, you realize. not in an explosive, dramatic way. but in the quiet fading of what once was, leaving behind nothing but the ache of what could have been.
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xob1tchs · 2 years ago
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hi !! can u do angst for ethan?? where hes really distant & the reader thinks hes cheating because it really seems like it but in the end its all a big misunderstanding! thank you! ♥️♥️
seal your fate
fem!reader x ethan landry
warnings; sexual implications, jumping to conclusions, im no good at angst, litro wrote it and posted it so spelling and grammar errors!
a/n; I hope this is what u wanted, even though I did change it a little, or at least close :p and sorry it’s like super short but I’m really not good at tear jerking angst or like tooth rotting fluff. also title inspired by this
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It’s been months since you met Ethan. Months of back and forth, and lingering touches at a frat parties. Compared to the troubles of your past, Ethan had become an easy constant in your life.
Through jokes of more, or Tara and her constant teasing – friendship had grown into a fit of butterflies in the pit of your stomach if he so much as glanced at you. Your friends swore it was obvious that Ethan was beginning to feel the same way; and you’d began to believe that. Now your mind is muddled with doubt, and your finger are wrapped around a solo cup a little too hard.
A ginger has her thin arms slung around Ethan’s neck, the boys back pressed to a door frame. Ethan’s hands are hovering awkwardly in the air, and he looks flustered. He really looks uncomfortable. You just can’t see past the way the girl fawns, glossy lips spreading into a charming smile as she teases him. Blush spreads across his nose bridge, and he does that thing where he chuckles, nervously tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.
Your fingers tingle at a memory the scene strikes, one wherein you straddled Ethan’s lap - and toyed with the curly hair in that same spot, lips slotted between his like a puzzle piece, breathing in his quiet whines and pleas for more.
You turn to the guy at your side, lips etching into a tight smile, before you bid a quick goodbye and head for the kitchen - tossing your full cup into the overflowing trash can and slipping out the patio door.
You’re not even out of the yard when your phone pings from your pocket, a text that has you frowning lighting up your phone
e 😵‍💫 : where r you??
and for the first time in months, you leave him on read.
Weeks of avoiding, and missed calls don’t seem to deter Ethan. He’s relentless in his efforts to get a reply from you, to the point that he has chad questions you and your reasons for ignoring his new best friend. It’s frustrating, and you actually want to laugh aloud when Mindy corners you in the bathroom, prying at you for an answer.
“He’s not as into me as you think okay, just stop pressing me” you rolled your eyes, demanding she not bring it up again. For once — Mindy actually listened to you. Or so you thought.
Walking along aisles and aisles full of textbooks and biographies, you let out a frustrated groan, glancing down to the paper in your hand and back up at the shelf. You squint at the spines, reading off titles and authors quietly until you reach the end of the section your book should be in. Crumpling the paper in your fist you spin on your heel, ready to give up when your slammed into a firm chest, and large hands wrap around your biceps.
Warmth fills your veins, and your body relaxes into the embrace on impact, eye lids fluttering closed when the scent of his after shave fills your head.
Your body collides with the books shelf, his hands caging you in, dark eyes glaring down at you. Rarely have you ever seen Ethan upset. The way his jaw clenched as he contemplates what to say to you has your breath a little uneven, and you can’t help but swoon, you’ve been without Ethan for far too long – even if you’re the reason for not seeing him.
“Why’re you telling Mindy I’m not into you?”
“ ‘cause you’re not Ethan”
“What the hell are you talking about”
“I saw you at that party with that girl, she was very pretty E, you don’t need to act like you’re into me - if you’re worried it’ll make things awkward it won’t - ”
Ethan’s brows crease, a low groan slipping past his lips “What girl? There is no girl” with the way he’s looking down at you, it’s almost easy to believe you could be with him.
“Yes there was. I thought we had some sort of agreement, or that our feelings were mutual. I should’ve expressed I’m not interested in sharing, that’s completely my fault -“
“Good god, Shutup with whatever you’re on about, and please believe me when I tell you; I’m not interested in sharing either, and whatever you think you saw was not what it looked like because I am really fucking into you”
Your lips part in shock, face flushing red, eyes widening as you stare up him, watching as his lips etch into the sly smirk you’ve been deprived of “you want me, you’ve got me” he mumbles, head tilting downwards ever so slightly, lips gently pecking yours.
“but! you can’t introduce me as your boyfriend”
you frown
“it’s gotta go like “this is my husband Ethan” or something”
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candiid-caniine · 1 year ago
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Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!
Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?
Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!
Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!
💫
hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!
i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!
finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)
note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!
all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.
hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):
@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!
@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate
@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.
@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.
@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!
@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!
@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)
@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible
@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices
@dollobotomy
general kinky content:
@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.
@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!
@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)
@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!
@femmelovefemme can step on me :)
@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!
@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol
@transpidered is forever an icon!
@subspaceemo
@writefinch for great stories and text posts
edging and denial, specifically:
@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)
@droolkink is my inspiration!
@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)
@puppycvnt is a 10/10!
@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!
@strawbrrysub
@blyssful-abyss
@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3
non-detrans genderplay:
@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!
@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!
@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.
@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol
@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)
@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post
@superiorineveryway
weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):
@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!
@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol
@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)
@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol
piss/omo:
@latenightomo
@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!
@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!
@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!
monsterfucking/terato:
@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!
@eggedbellies as well!
@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!
@steamandcream
@of-mutts-and-men
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lxmbr · 1 year ago
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Luxiem when you propose first! 💍
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cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread
notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷
Vox Akuma -
• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first
• of course he'd say yes
• would probably still propose to you anyway
• he might even try to "1 up" you lol
• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"
• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date
• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy
• VERY CLICHE.
• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question
• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"
• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion
• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)
• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so. 
• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet
• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)
Mysta Rias -
• This boy- man would SCREAM
• he'd be hella surprised
• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing 
• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands
• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily
• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his  sheepish giggle
• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™
• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night
• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"
• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.
• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out
• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night
• "can we shower together??" 
• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!
Luca Kaneshiro -
• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..
• oops! you both proposed the same day!
• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!
• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh
• "WHAT?!" 
• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling 
• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing
• another loud one
• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE
• would also be clingy af 
• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times
• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal
• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"
• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined 
• gets jealous and possessive easily
• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys
• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting
• no one is ever letting you guys live this down
Ike Eveland -
• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this
• he panicked
• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering 
• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset
• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt
• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek." 
• wouldnt let go of your hand
• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him
• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring
• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers
• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel
• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"
• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT
• tries his best to be romantic all night
• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca
• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.
• absolute baby boy ™
• so. SO. excited to start planning
• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-" 
• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited 
Shu Yamino -
• he already knew 
• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?
• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it
• actually he didnt even tell you he knew
• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first
• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool
• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation
• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on
• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"
• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san
• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon
• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa
• he adores you and is clearly SO excited
• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working
• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding
• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up
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seongminiz · 17 days ago
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perv jungmo makes my eye twitch ineedhimsobadzididic ,, smtg like the members thinking that he’s so innocent n wouldn’t do such things but literally has your panties in his pocket as he speakd 🙂‍↕️
perv!jungmo thoughts !!! 💭
perv!jungmo x afab!reader ; 1.4k words
warnings reader wears skirts but is not referred to as a girl so , kinda implied chubby reader , no explicit consent but its not dubcon , jungmo has a thing for thighs (so real of him tbh) , thigh fucking , a little dry humping , messy sex , implied unprotected sex :3 , not proof read (i'll go back later to fix the formatting . maybe)
notes shhsjdnfn this took me so long to answer im sorry (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) i hope its good enough bc personally i think its not as good as i thought it would be 💔 but i loveee perv jungmo so ! im posting it anyways :3
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perv!jungmo who is such a loser in the eyes of everyone, both his members n you included. always gets made fun of bc they assume he's so innocent, n probably a virgin, the way he blushes at the slightest mention of sex doesn't rlly help his case either. little do they know it's bc hes such a perv just thinking about sex - especially when you're around - makes him want to pop a boner right then n there :(
n when you join in with making fun of him he gets sooo turned on, not bc he likes being degraded - sure... he definitely does at least a little - but bc he imagines how he would put you in your place, letting you know that yeah, he might not be the most experienced, but he still knows what he's doing !! wants to prove himself so bad :((
to be fair, you've had your suspicions that jungmo isn't as innocent as the other members think for a while now. sure, making fun of him is entertaining, especially when the tips of his ears get red and he hides his face in his hands - but you can't act like you haven't noticed how everytime you make a comment about him being a loser he somehow finds an excuse to go back to his room right after.
or how his hand sometimes rests for a little too long and a little too low on your waist when he passes by, even when the space is definitely big enough for the both of you.
or how you've caught him staring at your chest more than once (wonjin does that too sometimes bc hes a perv too but not as much as jungmo), eyes fixated on the curve of your boobs with each one of your movements for an uncomfortable amount of times - not that it makes you uncomfortable tho, you've recently started wearing more low cut tops to get a reaction out of him :3
or how that one time you were wearing a miniskirt and sat next to jungmo for dinner his hand 'somehow' found its way to your thigh under the table. and when you didn't say or do anything about it, he moved it higher, right by the hem of your skirt, giving your thigh a squeeze.
that time you swore something would finally happen between you, that you'd go back to jungmo's room and you'd get to ride him stupid as payback for whatever he tried to pull at dinner. instead, he put on a movie and you cuddled until your frustration he built up was secluded to a small corner of your mind.
hell, you were starting to feel like the perv in all of this.
perv!jungmo who has such a high sex drive it genuinely becomes a problem for him :( gets hard at the smallest stimulation, needs to go multiple rounds everytime he masturbates, and sometimes he just can't cum - jungmo is convinced his hand alone isn't just cutting it anymore.
his chance comes in the form of once again watching a movie with you in his room. you're snuggled up to his side, one leg over his body and your head on his chest, and jungmo is really trying to be normal about this - knowing you probably can already hear his heart beating like crazy - but he wants to fuck your thighs too bad to think about anything else.
the movie isn't that interesting anyways, and you're about to fall asleep. one last look at you convinces jungmo that yeah, this is definitely the time he gets to fuck you, and he can feel his cock harden with that thought alone.
jungmo slowly runs his hand along your thigh, stopping for a split second too long when it's just below your ass and then continuing as if nothing happened until he reaches your waist, giving it a small squeeze.
you look up at him a little confused, giving him a small 'mh?' as if you can't feel something hard poking your thigh, and as if jungmo's entire face isn't turning into an almost concerning shade of red.
jungmo stutters a few times, trying to come up with the right words under your intense stare, but his brain fails him and you can't help but find it adorable.
'need help with this?' you voice out for him, moving your leg away from his body - to which jungmo whines, and all you can think is you need to hear more of that - to just straight up grab his boner.
jungmo thinks he's about to pass out. or maybe he already did and this is all a cruel wet dream his brain has come up with to make him even more sexually frustrated.
the only thing he's sure about, though, is that he can't just lay there and take it, letting you have all the fun.
jungmo is a good kisser - and that's the first thing that sets off alarms in your mind that maybe, just maybe, he's not as inexperienced as you previously assumed. you brush that thought off, determined to have him turn into a whining mess by the end of it. turns out you and jungmo have pretty similar objectives.
you try to ignore the way jungmo's hand rests on your neck, two of his fingers coming up to your jaw to keep you in place as he shoves his tongue in your mouth - you also try to ignore how that makes you want to whine and crumble under him, letting him do whatever he wants with you.
your attempt to straddle him to regain somewhat of an upper hand proves useless as jungmo is faster, turning your body so you're under him, legs spread and his clothed cock - you can see the outline of it so well through his sweatpants, a small wet patch starting to form where his tip is - grinding right where you need him the most.
jungmo can barely control his own body, brain fuzzy as the lack of air gets to him and he finally pulls away from your lips, just to move on to licking, and biting, and kissing your neck until it's such a mess some of the spit trickled down to your shirt and soaked the neckline.
he's quick with getting rid of his pants - mostly because he knows if he keeps dry humping you he might as well just cum in them - sighing in relief once his cock is finally free.
and god is it long. not that thick, but definitely the longest you've ever seen - and most dicks aren't that pretty, jungmo's included, but your mouth still waters as you eye it and think about taking it in your mouth.
sucking jungmo off might have to be postponed to another time, though, as he seems to have other plans for the night, quickly getting rid of your shorts as he goes back to kissing your neck, nibbling along your jawline and behind your ear as his hand lifts your shirt right above your tits, his breath hitching once he realizes you're not wearing a bra.
'wanted to do this for so long,' he confesses, rutting his hips against your clothed cunt 'wanted to - ah - fuck your thighs, get you all covered in my cum and make a mess out of you'
you can't really reply, not when jungmo is quick to push your thighs together and against your chest, his dick fitting in between them perfectly as he runs it along your panties with every thrust.
it's clumsy, and messy, and jungmo's erratic rhythm makes his tip bump against your clit and catch on your clothed hole almost everytime his hips aren't slotted right against your thighs.
'fuck... im going to- cum all over you' jungmo speeds up and his moans get louder, hips stuttering as the first spurts of cum drip on your stomach. 'ah- so good, letting me fuck your thighs-'
jungmo cums a lot, leaving your thighs, your stomach, and even your tits sticky with his load - and you can't help but wish he came inside of you instead.
as for you, you're left high, not so dry and extremely frustrated, your thighs still shaking and your hips humping the air in search for any stimulation as jungmo recovers from his orgasm.
'it's not fair,' you whine. jungmo shushes you, kissing you sweetly as he moves a few strands of hair out of your face 'it's okay, baby, i'll take care of you too, yeah?'
he finally takes off your panties, clearly ruined to a point of no return, but the mischievous smile on jungmo's face as he eyes them tells you he'll find another use for them with no problem.
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