#when your crush knows you have a nsft blog -_-

[t-boyf4g]

awww didn't realise my little pup was this needy for me all the damn time...

maybe someone should be asking for help from their master, hmm?

-💚

I-

You-

Please help me? I'm just a needy pup, I don't know any better :( don't know any better than rubbing myself raw thinking of you, please help sir?

[gooobraghhh]

I’ve successfully completely broken a mutual of mine and it has been so fun

I’ve talked about @the-kennel-keeper on here a few times but I think I really need to display the whole picture.

He started out like most of my followers, a puppy boy anon in my askbox that had a massive crush on me, but I had happened to follow his account along with like 10 others that were in the trans nsft tag when I first made this blog. He sent me an anonymous ask about realizing I followed him and how it got him so exited but he spam liked me like right before he sent it which made it exceedingly obvious who he was. That little pathetic mistake that was rip for being made fun of was the first thing that got me interested and his general tendency to accidentally humiliate himself or be easily tricked has remained extremely adorable. He finally dm’d me some message about how much he loves my blog since he wanted my direct attention and he did one of those ask games where one of the questions was like “who’s your tumbr crush?” and of course I asked him that one anonymously.

Surprise surprise he says me and at that point I’d sort of gathered too much dirt on him to let it go to waste and I really didn’t even try. We flirted, he talked about how he was only submissive in an extremely defiant, bratty way and how he basically can’t be tamed which just made him all the more alluring of a target for me. He did act like that for a while, but I built up to this perfect demeaning message where I revealed both of my little secrets on him and he just had no choice but to give in. The message ended with me telling him that I own him and I managed to get a “Yes ma’am” in response. He got so worked up that night that he finally got himself off after not being able to for months. I think that’s when I truly gained control over him.

Since then I’ve been slowly training him more and more. Learning exactly what gets him flustered and makes him tick. He started being more obedient, begging on command, singing my praises. A month or two later and the progress is undeniable. Hes cum for me a total of ~10 times (probably more than that, he couldn’t remember the exact number at first but I let him round down) 5 of which have been in the last 24 hours. He volunteered to send me audios of him jerking off and praising how good he’s been trained, he responds “yes ma’am” to basically every command I give him.

I know him so well that I can make him kind of shut down and give in from just a sentence or two of dirty talk. I mean I really pushed him today and yesterday and he couldn’t help but get himself off several times while recording it for me.

This man genuinely thought he was untamable, before talking to me he hadn’t even cum in months, but I’ve taken real good care of my new mutt. Thoroughly corrupted him into my perfect toy. Sometimes I even give him dirt on me just to give him a fighting chance but he’s so pathetic it doesn’t even matter. He’s had sex dreams about me and has chatted with me while around his friends, desperately trying to keep his composure.

So I’m starting a counter in my pinned of how many times he’s cum while thinking of me. It’s only fair I get to show off my hard work I think. We can all enjoy seeing how fucking pitifully submissive my mutt is.

And you can be jealous of him while that number ticks up because I know there’s a lot of you that’d kill to be in his position.

Exited to see how fast I can get keep the number increasing.

[stargirlrchive]

── KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN

face sitting w/ jake sully ─ reader

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

you frowned as jake gently tugged on your thighs, pushing you up towards his mouth, while also spreading your thighs apart. “so you want me to sit on your face?”

jake hummed underneath you, biting down onto his lip as he refrained from laughing, “yes, yawne. want to make you feel good.”

your head tilted to the side as you looked down at him, “how will you breathe?”

“don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, just relax, yeah? if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”

being with jake had brought forward so many new forms of intimacy, some stranger than others but you trusted him. and if he said it would feel good, then you believed him. “just feels a little silly, i’m scared to crush you.”

jake glared up at you playfully, “you won’t crush me. i’m strong.”

you laughed softly, “right. big and strong.”

“the strongest and biggest.”

you giggled softly, “so humble.”

“shh.”

he gently massaged your thighs, looking up at you once again before gently lowering you onto his mouth. your thighs caging in his head as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a few soft sucks.

your breath hitched, brows furrowing together as you watched him. jake’s eyes had closed, whining under you as he lapped at the small bud. digging his tongue through your folds sucking more fervently.

your hands clenched at your sides, not knowing what to do with them as jake continued to lap at your cunt.

he paused for a few seconds and you whined out in protest. he laughed quietly, “lean forward, baby. hands on the floor.”

you did as he said, lowering yourself back onto his mouth, urging him on. he tongued at your clit before he sucked and your hips bucked forward.

soft, desperate mewls leaving your mouth as you began to drag your pussy against his mouth. jake grunted softly, gripping at your thighs to press you harder against his mouth.

his tongue eased its way into you, thrusting harshly as you fucked yourself against his tongue. “feels good-so good-”

he mumbled something against your folds and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. your thighs trembling around his face as he continued to devour you.

your eyes had shut tightly as your hips continue to undulate against his mouth. his nose knocking against your clit with each drag of your hips.

panting and desperate as he licked and sucked, but when his mouth moved forward, lips wrapping around your swollen cunt, that was when you broke apart.

you back tensed as your hips bucked forward clumsily, thighs aching and quivering as you cried out his name. jake rumbled beneath you in deep satisfaction. lazily swirling his tongue between your folds as you tried to catch your breath.

when you finally pulled away, his mouth and chin were messy with your release, you leaned forward, kissing him lazily. “you liked that, hm?”

you nipped at his bottom lip and that was answer enough, “gonna have to do that more often then.”

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[the-fr34k-enclosure]

hello mister enclosure. i would like to formally request a delightful nsfw alphabet of B, M, W (yes, like the car) for my wonderful little fellow bubba sawyer, commonly referred to as "leatherface". shall you have any inquiries, you may encounter me in the backlot of a taco bell after you finish solving the drive-thru worker's riddles three. thank you

B M W w/ Bubba Sawyer (NSFT alphabet)

We are so back! Kinda! I don't know what posting is going to look like for this blog given it's on the backburner, at least compared to the other stuff I'm juggling AJDJWKFKRKF!! BUT!! Woo!! We are back for today!

Prompts:

Notes: reader is gn with no specified AGAB

CWs: edit

BODY PART

He never actually thought about it so if you ever ask him it takes him a while to answer...

But he likes his arms! In general! They're strong thanks to doing so much of the heavy work, perfect for holding you... he's so so careful in making sure he doesn't crush you, though! By extension he also likes his shoulders because you sometimes place your hands there... whether it be to hold him during intimacy or to pull him down to you for a kiss

As for your body part... how can he choose? He worships and adores you, every inch of you is just as good as the last! Though... he does have a habit of keeping his hands positioned somewhere on your hips and/or thighs

MAKE OUT

He kisses you during sex! They're a little sloppy and all over the place- no part of you goes unkissed

He just doesn't know where to focus on you, he wants to love up all over you! So many places to pepper you... hmm... they're not light but they are quick, so he can move on to the next area.. not much room to linger and leave any marks or quiet you- or him

Make out sessions, surprisingly, only on occasion turn into something more and typically it's with you taking the lead and sending the signals

WAIT

It takes a while, mostly due to him not wanting to push you and... not exactly knowing how to initiate or fully understanding it. One can only get so much sexual education when you live so deep in the south away from everyone else-- and knowing his brothers they keep it to the vulgar side of things

It doesn't take him as long as other slashers, though! And he's more than on board after you explain things to him in detail... just take it slow! He's eager but it can get overwhelming for him!

[contemptui]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I won't list the muses I don't have an OTP for. My Hero Academia Katsuki x Izuku // Izuku x Katsuki // Tomura x Himiko x Touya // Toru x Yuga // Minoru x Ibara // Denki x Kyoka Hakuouki Heisuke x Chizuru SpyxFamily Damian x Anya Haikyuu Kage x Yachi x Hina Mysme MC x 707 // Saeran x MC // Sarah x Money // Yoosung x Rika Fire Emblem Grima x Araceli // Faye x Alm // Robin x Chrom // Byleth x Dimitri HSR Caelus x Everyone (minus Firefly / Sam is okay tho, keep that suit on) WuWa Scar x Rover Genshin Impact Ajax x Lumine South Park Stan x Wendy

Caelus is a joke answer, but I'm honestly open with him. I love March 7th and Dan Heng, and Aventurine and Kafka... There are too many characters he's got chemistry with.

HSR has a fantastic roster.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Age gaps don't make me uncomfortable. But pedophilia does, I won't pair an adult with a pubescent child.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

Without stating the obvious. (Read the above answer.)

Tumblr allows detailed smut to be written, the porn ban was lifted and we now have content labels.

Nothing is too steamy. But what I'll write? It depends on who I ship with. SFW RPers, hugs and kisses, at most. NSFW RPers, I'm open to writing just about anything they ask of me.

Suggestive themes and inappropriate questions can still happen with SFW RPers, it's a case by case with the SFW RPers. My priority is to respect my moot's comfort.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Extremely. I won't ship with any RPer that I can't tolerate OOC.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I can humor most ships. Whatever a close moot asks me, I'm happy to provide for them.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Crushes, no. Ships, yes.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I don't need to write romance in order to have a good time.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

DkBk/BkDk, MHA.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Ask. But don't bother if you see the muse has an exclusive shipping partner. The answer's no.

tagged by: @blastintriumph tagging: @arkhaion, @noquirks, @missanya, & @wishmcker.

[vartouhix]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

She's an oc, so it's not like I have pre-determined OTPs for her. It's more like, as things progress and chemistry makes itself known, I come to have OTPs for her.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

It's really hard to make me uncomfortable when it comes to fiction, because... you know... it's not real. xD As long as the characters are of age, I'm not really bothered, even if that means a 20-year-old with a 50-year-old. Talking about underage characters is where it does get a little different. For example, Eri and Deku of My Hero Academia. She's 7 and he's 16. If it was an AU set in the future where she's 18 and he's 27, then it's whatever to me. But yeah there are "age brackets" that I feel like are more appropriate. To keep going with this example, for Eri I would say muses the age of 6 to 10 would be okay. For Deku, maybe 14 to 18. It's just not the same, to me.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

I think when you start identifying certain body parts, it needs a tag. Like I could write Jangmi sitting in Satoru's lap, and they're just talking, that's fine to me. Say that in the middle of talking, Satoru grabs her tits over her clothes and starts to play with them to try to get her hot and bothered, even tho he's just carrying on with the conversation like nothing's going on. At that point I would probably move it to my smut blog. If he was touching her waist or thighs or arms (just somewhere more innocuous) I don't think I would, tho.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Kind of? I'm really bad at just jumping into a ship from the get-go. Like if someone I just followed sent me a DM like "I love your OC!! Let's ship!" I'd probably have to turn them down. I need to see if they have chemistry before I ship. Now to be fair, it doesn't take a whole lot for me to see chemistry. When I was still in the kpop rpc, there was a muse who Vartouhi approached really aggressively because he was wearing her late fiancé's ring. They argued, she threw wine on him, when they went outside to talk privately she threatened him with violence... This was their first interaction, mind you, but after a bit of back-and-forth, I thought enemies-to-lovers would be really interesting for them.

Vartouhi (and Jangmi, given that she is Vartouhi but just with changes to fit a different universe) is very physically affectionate with people she trusts. That's her norm. You can't judge whether I ship her with anyone based on that alone. Actually I talked about this in this post here. But the point is, there has to be something more there than just physical intimacy for me to think to ship with someone. Even with all that I wrote yesterday about Jangmi having had a crush on Suguru, there's still the other half of the equation unaccounted for--how Suguru interacts with her, how he responds to her. So it's not really a wanted ship for me, because I have zero idea how their dynamic would really be, despite my headcanons about her side of things.

Oh, and me sending shippy memes =/= me shipping our muses. It's really just me wanting to send the other person things so they feel appreciated, or testing out if there could be chemistry. Or, of course, just Vartouhi/Jangmi being physically affectionate, as usual for them.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Satoru ( @impishsensei ), Nanami ( ofovertime... will be tagging them below so I'm not tagging them here ), Sukuna ( mangher ), and Megumi* ( @shiiikigami ) for Jangmi. For Vartouhi, Yusuke ( thuganomxcs ), Jongin ( @xlusory ), several of @pnxmbra's muses (but especially Maker!) because there was a point where we were trying her with a bunch of her muses, and Hoseok ( @virxle ).

*In her teen verse.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

You don't need to ask for permission for your muse to develop attraction or feelings for mine. It can be one-sided. As for having Vartouhi/Jangmi reciprocate... I mean if you're writing little tells that your muse is attracted to/has feelings for them, I might pick up on it and if I feel the chemistry I'll probably write her as reciprocating anyway. If you haven't put tells in your writing, just shoot me a dm like "I think they have good shipping chemistry! What do you think?"

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I wouldn't say ship-obsessed but I do really enjoy ships, and I'm certainly not "ship more-or-less" lol.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Hmmm... considering I'm rping JJK these days, I'm thinking of that. I think it would be the OT3 of Itafushikugi. They're so cute!! And we get to see more of them than Sashisu, but that one is a very close second. :3

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

We need to find out if there's chemistry. That's the key. So plot with me for threads, give me "what if?" scenarios in dms somewhere (that we can also turn into threads if we like the idea enough), send me lots of starter/drabble/muse reaction memes. Then, if you're not sure whether I ship it or not, just ask! Like I mentioned in my rules somewhere, even if I don't ship it, I'll just be really flattered that you do. :3

tagged by: no one! i was goin' thru my likes and found it hehe :3 tagging: @ofovertime , @limitlessscion , @blastintriumph , @rotinthedark , @mangher , @thuganomxcs , @deathfoed , @ingxnium , @pontevoix , @tunichtgxt , @osoreruna , @cherrygardn , @getsusekaii , @ntzenin , @chikoyama , @usagimen , and you!

[sleepydelights]

about me

This is an NSFT place. Minors are not welcome and I’d prefer to not interact with anyone below the age of 25 (not a hard limit on the 25 thing, I’d just prefer a fully developed frontal lobe)

Ageless blogs will be blocked on sight. This is for my safety and yours.

To expand on that(and I stole this one directly from my wife’s page because it doesn’t need changing):

DNI: minors, TERFs/transphobes, racists, fascists, detrans fetishists, zoophiles (sigh, I hate that this even needs to be said. IF YOU FUCK SOMETHING OR SOMEONE THAT CANNOT OR DOES NOT CONSENT, IT IS RAPE AND IT IS WRONG), anti-SW or "don't pay for content"

For the time being, all but the above are welcome to interact but know that I am hesitant to interact with cis het males. Please do not be offended if I choose not to interact with you.

Sexual RP is by invite only. This invite can be earned through mutual interest and normal conversation. Thats to say, don’t come in to my asks roleplaying without having talked to me first. Enthusiastic consent is required.

This place is meant to be a place for me to explore my sexual identity and find other people that may identify with me and become a part of a community. It also tends to a place where my brain vomits heart thoughts.

There may be discussions of trauma and other triggering topics as I navigate my own story. I will do my best to apply appropriate content warnings and encourage you to DM if I’ve missed any or made a mistake.

Don’t be toxic. Everyone deserves a space here.

Block me if I bother you; you sure would be saving me some work in the future.

A little about me:

I’m almost 35 but I’m saying it now because I will forget to change it when my birthday actually happens. I am certain I have undiagnosed ADHD and autism to go along with my confirmed initialism of cPTSD.

I am married to the love of my life @seradae (she’s wonderful and amazing and you should follow her if you don’t)

I am poly but not actively seeking partnership at this time.

I’m into everyone except cishet men (and minors and other DNI folks obviously)

Pronouns I accept currently: she/her and they/them. You can pick what you’re more comfortable with and it’s okay to use them interchangeably.

I am submissive, I like to be told what to do in the bedroom. I like to be punished for doing poorly and I like to be praised for doing well.

I’m a voyeur at heart. Horny for moots. Not horny for creeps.

I feel like I have too many kinks to list at the moment but this is a work in progress and will be updated as time goes on.

If you’re curious, feel free to ask questions. Put ‘alert’ in the first message to me so I know you’ve taken the time to read the above info and we can build a friendship on trust and boundaries :)

Mutuals, yes I have a crush on you.

If you’ve made it this far, I’m Conna. It will please me to please you.

[blastintriumph]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

i'll only answer for katsuki here since this is a single muse blog lol and well it's katsuki/izuku

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

at his current age, anything more than 2-3ish years

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

i don't write nsfw with katsuki, so i guess the limit would be more than kissing? basically think anything that's only acceptable in a pg-13 movie and that's as far as it will be.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

kinda. i think katsuki is tough to ship with and i enjoy slow burns, but i also really love ships. ultimately it comes down to compatibility/chemistry

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

i mean within the rp realm, i think any of katsuki's classmates/class b/ocs and characters in his age group would be viable so long as the writers and characters click. personally, within the context of the series, i also really like to ship katsuki with shouto and ochako. i'm not a super picky person though so honestly if someone were to explain to me what they see in a ship or i see cute art i'd probably like it!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

for someone's muse to have a crush on him? nah. maybe just let me know, but i'd never say no to that. for like legit shipping and building a plot and all that well... obviously lol i think it'd be hard to otherwise?

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i can live without it but i do enjoy it a lot so :3

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

my blood bleeds green and orange

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

just ask tbh. i know we all a lil shy here but fr just ask and throw ur ideas at me

tagged by: @vartouhix tagging: @celesticlnstcrs @ingxnium @kimuromou @contemptui @wishmcker & whoever else wants to do this!!

[nothinginthisworldbelongstome]

many notifs from you, caught my attention. i never know what to send in asks when people have nsft blogs but i don't want to ask about spicy shit which i don't bc i feel old so i'll ask about gay shit - what's your first memory of a down bad gay crush

ahhhh hi ive been percieved wtf

lol real like i always feel awkward i like knowing the person first before any nsft stuff

oh god. i need specificssss like irl or fiction? bc ive had crushes on like all of my friends since very young childhood i just didnt recognize them as such. and also book and film characters. disney princesses and such lolll

thanks for the ask! also jsyk ik exactly who u are u talk the same as u post. nice to meet u!

[unholyplumpprincess]

Hey Peach! I think I saw a post a while back saying that you had Rev/Hound on the brain because of a friend of yours and I don't know if that's still the case, but my brain is now very focused on being in a poly relationship with Rev and Hound XD If you're up for it, please could I get your headcanons on how Rev and Hound would be together with an s/o who is a little anxious do anything sexual? Like, the reader is worried about not meeting expectations or not being enough for their partners. Thank you! I hope you have a good day!

I VERY MUCH have Revhound on the brain still. Me and that friend are doing a fabulous rp so they’ll be on my brain for quite some time!

!!!Minors and ageless blogs please do not like/reblog for my comfort as this is an adult work!!!

Warnings: R18+/NSFT under the cut, GN and ambiguous reader, my Bloodhound hcs, Bloodhound’s sex toy arsenal makes a come back

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Bloodhound is unbelievably patient with you. Even when you first expressed interest in them. Revenant was a bit more possessive of Bloodhound, but once he realized you wanted to be with BOTH of them, then his ego wasn’t so crushed. He’d been the more flirty of the two, really testing your limitations to his personality. Then all it had taken was you becoming close with Hound, breaking down those walls of theirs until you three were in a relationship.

You have to get used to Revenant and Hound’s relationship, that’s for sure. They’re more violent to each other, a lot more taunting. Revenant likes to grab their jaw, snarl in their face and make Hound’s patience snap. Just so they’ll hook their hatchet in his wiring and calmly threaten to silence him. Or how sometimes they would be a mess of blood and snarls, until one pinned the other. Often Hound won those fights, but you’d begun to wonder if it was more to do with the fact that Revenant liked being underneath them than Hound somehow managing to pin thousands of tons of metal.

Hound is the gentler and patient one of the two. Often cupping your face and drawing you down to their height to rest your foreheads together or cupping under your chin to give you the gentlest of kisses. Revenant clearly likes the lifestyle a bit rougher than you were ready for, so you have to teach him to be gentle to you. He grunts and groans most of the time, but you catch him longingly putting a clawed hand on his cheek after you’ve kissed him goodbye there.

So that brings the question of the bedroom up.

Bloodhound and Revenant are sexual, you know this in the way that Revenant hungrily looks at them or how when Hound’s glasses and respirator are off you can see how they eat him alive with their eyes. Not only that, but Revenant had brought up you joining. “Hey, when are we gonna get to give you a spin, huh? Been dying to sink my teeth into you.” With his robotic voice lowering to a purr that made you flush.

Of course Bloodhound had huffed at him and kicked the back of his knee to make him trip over himself and kneel at them without ever looking up from their knife sharpening. Looking at you over the reds of the lenses of their glasses to tell you, “Do not feel rushed. The subject shall not be brought up until you feel you are ready.” And making you smile at them, a shy bow of your head and a murmur of ‘alright’.

On the day you tell them both you are ready, you admit your worries on not...really being sure what to do- as you hadn’t been in a relationship with two people, let alone sexually. Bloodhound offers for you to take them one at a time, that they did not mind having separate times with you, but you insist you’d like to learn.

You learn quickly that Hound is in charge.

They treat you gently, directing Revenant to do the same. Revenant grumbles all the while, but does exactly as they say. Cupping your face and letting you kiss his face plate, his long, long synthetic tongue sliding past your lips and exploring across your teeth and tongue. Dipping down past your throat and making you whimper and your eyes roll back.

Hound ends up telling him what to do, telling you to hold still as they sat near your head and held your hands gently above your head. They croon for you to let them do the work, telling Revenant how to touch you. How to sink his tongue in you and how to prep you for himself before he slides into you. He clearly wants to be rougher, snarling and grunting all the while. But Hound keeps him from being too rough, calling him a Good Dog until his snarls turn to whimpers.

You end up cumming more times than you can count. From Revenant’s tongue, his cock, then from Hound’s talented mouth and their strap on. Ending up a drooling mess and feeling a bit more confident for the next time.

[urboygirlfriend]

i was tagged by @cupidsintern (<3<3) who tagged me on main but i wanna do this on here oops.

edit: @thinger-strang (<3333) tagged me on main too

edit part two: @mediocre--writing (hi thank u for tagging me i love these) tagged me on main

1. why did you choose your url?

i’ve been told i look like where’s waldo as a joke (sadly it’s kinda true) and i am going to /reclaim/ it

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

my main: @draculcid bc i like projecting my entire life onto two fictional boys who’ve had like 4 interactions and another nsft blog about those same boys @dracnotkid

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

i think 2 or 3 years? but i only interacted with like 2 people up until january of this year

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope i just post things when i post things

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

my first ever tumblr blog was also created to impress a girl who made me watch all the spider-man movies and asked me to follow her spider-man blog. shes a lesbian so it did Not work. but shes one of my best friends now i love her so much<3 she also liked 5sos and got me into them and we had a meme page together it was a very fun time

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

picture of velociraptor. she is the most evil but loving cat i’ve ever met. (chaotic cat belongs to @malde-ath)

7. why did you choose your header?

i don’t think i have one

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

this

9. how many mutuals do you have?

how am i supposed to know tbh idk 😭

10. how many followers do you have?

like 25 on here but idk about my other blogs

11. how many people do you follow?

115

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

that’s kinda all i do?????

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

everytime my brain feels like it’s going to collapse😁 (a lot)

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i don’t think so? i’ve been sent anon hate and argued with people on anon over stupid shit like saying that i don’t want minors on my blog but nothing too serious?

i just don’t have enough brain power to actually argue with people over dumb stuff

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts

they make me purposely not want to reblog the thing idc i hate it a lot. if it’s something serious, i’ll look for another post with resources instead of a post that’s guilt tripping me

16. do you like tag games?

yes i love being tagged it makes me feel like ppl actually want to know me. and i also love getting to know my mutuals theyre all very cool

it’s just all very fun

17. do you like ask games?

YEP ^ same reason

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

idk?? ….. i never thought of it. can we really be famous on tumblr tho is that a thing

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

@malde-ath is kinda cool i guess. he’s kinda my bf. idk hes a bit much tho😑

20. tags?

idk who to tag on this blog tbh @honeydewmelo @malde-ath @man1cpixiedreamboy

(if u wanna)

[shortythescreen]

come over

Warning(s): NSFT/18+, friends with benefits, sex with feelings lol. 

Relationship(s): Octane/Female Reader.  

Author’s Notes: this was my first post on ao3 and i’m trying to actually start using this blog so. here’s the post, lmao! my spanish sucks but i understand everything, hence the ref to a meme in spanish. :) 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3.

come over?

That’s what lights up your phone screen at damn near three in the morning. You roll over, squinting at the bright screen as you grab it from your bedside table. It’s one of the lamest texts you’ve ever gotten. It’s barely a step up from the even more basic ‘u up?’ and you’re half tempted to leave him on read. Octavio can do better than that.

Yet, you scroll through your compilation of gifs and send him one of a woman rolling her eyes. Sure, it’s disdainful but he now knows that you are, in fact, awake.

About three months ago, you were offered a job by Apex, the corporation running the well renowned Apex Games. The offered pay was astronomical in comparison to what you made at your humble little gig as a thorn in a journalist’s side. Room and lodging would be included in the miniature city built just for Champions and the people who made the games happen.

All you had to do was do what you do best. Take pictures.

Every advertisement, webpage, and piece of merchandise is covered with your pictures of the Legends. Those that you take in the studio given to you and those that you take off the clock. Every picture on your camera belongs to Apex, even with your signature scratched at the bottom of all of them.

Because of this, it had taken a select few Legends time to warm up to you. Others, not so much.

Octavio, better known as Octane, might as well have sat in your lap when you walked in with a camera hanging around your neck.

Though you’re a lot quieter than ‘The Adrenaline Junkie’, you have about as much impulse control as he does. So one night when he’d visited you in your studio a little past business hours, brandishing a bottle of Hennessey Black the size of your head, one thing lead to another and, well.

The events of that night lead to you getting texts from Octavio at damn near three in the fucking morning asking you to come over.

i have a box of wings and a bottle of Smirnoff with ur name on it.

You bite the tip of your tongue. The offer’s tempting.

and other things, if you can keep up. ;)

That, even more so.

Against your better judgment, you text him back with words instead of a gif. You’ll be over in ten minutes.  If he drinks all the liquor before you get there, you’re leaving. You imagine him cackling at his screen because if you know him at all, and you do, he’s probably polished off at least a quarter of the bottle on his own.

Octavio’s apartment is a five minute walk from yours but you gave yourself an extra five to brush your teeth and find your shoes. The penthouse suites offered to all the Legends is right across the street from your simple one bedroom.

When you first moved in, you thought maybe Apex Corp wanted you to take paparazzi sort of shots of their competitors. They’ve never asked you to and you haven’t bothered to try, so you guess they just gave you what was available.

Whatever. You don’t mind living in earshot of some of the deadliest people in the Outlands. Especially now that you’re fucking one of them.

God, you never thought you’d be in this position. Sure, you’re not fucking blind, most of the Legends are attractive. Bangalore has a smirk that drops panties and a voice that’s a little more gravelly than the average woman. Wraith’s got the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen, powers or otherwise, and her skin is flawless. Gibraltar could probably defeat half of his opponents by throwing them.

Even those that you can’t see the faces of have appeal – Bloodhound’s shroud of mystery has gained them quite the following online and what Octavio doesn’t show of his face is made up for by his stupid little crop top.

You just… Didn’t anticipate any of them finding you attractive too. Least of all the speedster with a penchant for picking up bad habits. Like fucking the photographer. You run your hand down your face as you exit your house, locking it behind you before jogging across the street to the penthouse suites.

Even if you had toyed with the possibility of warming one of their beds, you certainly didn’t think you’d wind up in Octavio’s. Maybe Elliot, who’s got a reputation for getting around, or Ajay, who’s could crush you with her thighs. Octavio, whose accent and stupid selfies had caught the attention of many Apex fans, was the last legend you expected to end up making your heart do the jitterbug-

It’s not, you’re not, you vehemently remind yourself as you enter the elevator of the Legends’ suites. Absolutely not. No way. You walk down the hallway to Octavio’s door, reminding yourself over and over again you’re most certainly not catching feelings and whatever dance your heart is doing has something to do with the lack of sleep.

Even though that makes no sense, it’s what you tell yourself, because there’s no fucking way you’re into Octavio like that. Not into someone you’re just hooking up with. Not into someone who’s only interested in hooking up.

You knock once on his door and you barely have a chance to step back before Octavio’s tearing it open. His mask is gone and even though you’ve seen his face a million times by now, you still take a moment to breathe him in. He’s got the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen, glassy with alcohol, and you notice that he’s in need of a shave, his cheeks tinted dark by pinpricks of facial hair.

“It’s three am,” you tell him.

“Yet here you are, amiga,” he smirks.

“For the booze,” you reply and he snickers, shoving out a plastic cup you hadn’t noticed he was holding. The stench of Smirnoff envelops you and you sigh, snatching it away and shouldering your way into his apartment.

“What are you doing up, anyway?” You ask, flopping on the couch and taking a large enough gulp of your cup to make your nose burn. You squeeze your eyes briefly closed, letting out a little ‘ahh’ as Octavio’s weight sinks the opposite side of the couch.

“Couldn’t stop watching The Flash. But Barry got kinda boring, so I texted you,” he says and you snort, opening one eye to glance at him. You hadn’t even noticed the title glaring at you from the flat screen only a few feet away, the only light in the apartment aside from the stove.

God, he’s so unfairly pretty. He’s resting his tousled head of green hair, the same green as his eyes, in his hand, propped up on the back of the couch. His PLUS ULTRA tattoo peeks out from the three quarter sleeved shirt he’s wearing and you go for your drink, hoping you can excuse the warmth in your chest as Smirnoff.

“Of course you were. You’re so fuckin’ basic.”

“I’m on brand.”

“You’re at home. Alone.”

“Not anymore.”

You snort, finally beginning to feel that warmth in your chest drip down into your stomach. The easy, fuzziness that comes with being here, with drinking and banter and the promise of something so much sweeter.

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” you say, “now where are those wings?”

As promised, Octavio brings you a takeout box with about thirty wings. With liquor brewing in your stomach, you probably could demolish them, but you’re barely buzzed and still willing to be polite.

It’s the wee hours of the morning, so you’re grateful that each of the Legends have soundproof walls. You and Octavio put on old telenovelas, even though your Spanish is slim to none, and he makes you laugh by describing the scenes to you.

“Oho man, she’s such a bitch. The mother basically just told the son’s lover acompáñame a ver esta triste historia.”

“I don’t speak Spanish, Oc,” you remind him around a mouthful of a wing coated in ranch.

“Remember how the girl’s parents died when she was six?” He asks and you nod your head, vaguely remembering the shitty graphics acting as flashbacks. “The son’s mother heard that and might as well have said ‘that’s cute’.”

You were right to assume Octavio had already had a hefty serving of alcohol before he’d texted you, as he brings out the bottle when your glass gets low, a little less than half of it gone. He’s got a higher alcohol tolerance than you and it’s obvious the more you two delve into the Smirnoff.

He smirks at you when you whine about the wings getting low, polishing off what must be your twelfth. You’ve officially had enough alcohol to stop being polite and Octavio loops an arm around your shoulder. When had he gotten so close to you on the couch?

“There, there,” he murmurs into your hair, “there will be wings tomorrow, mami.”

“But I want them now,” you complain, only to completely forget your train of thought as you bury your nose in the collar of Octavio’s shirt. “Fuck, you smell good. Do you always smell this good?”

“I smell like liquor,” he snickers, kissing the top of your head and you shudder as he slides his fingers through the small hairs at the base of your neck.

“And soap. What soap do you use? I bet you use Old Spice. Old Spice is so basic but it smells so fucking good,” you ramble, tilting your head just enough so that your lips brush against his collarbone.

“Gracias,” he hums, tilting his head back a smidge. You take this as an invitation and begin placing careful, open mouthed kisses up the length of his neck.

Octavio sighs through his nose, arm around your shoulders sliding down your side to pull you half into his lap. Your teeth scrape his pulse and his grip on you tightens.

“You didn’t say yes or no,” you absently mumble as he grabs a handful of your ass. He squeezes before you pull back just enough to meet those pretty green eyes of his, dark with want.

“Yeah, it’s Old Spice,” he says, then leans in to devour your mouth with his.

Octavio kisses like he moves. Quick, eager, his tongue pushes into your mouth and makes you groan. You haphazardly drape one leg over his, twisting so your chest is flush against his. He bites your lower lip and you whimper, half grinding against his prosthetic legs, cool against your heat.

His free hand sneaks down to grab your other ass cheek, pulling you up to straddle him. His lips leave yours with a pop and he bites his lower lip as you shudder against his dick jumping under your hips.

“We haven’t even started yet,” you say, allowing him to slip his hands beneath your shirt, gripping your breasts and rolling the peaks under his thumbs. You sigh, continuing, “how are you so hard?”

“How are you so sexy?” He snarks, releasing your tits in favor of grabbing the hem of your top. He pulls it off eagerly, eyes hot.  

“You too,” you half beg and he obliges, tugging that snug fitting shirt over his head. You hum, hot with liquor, and with lust, and with the look he’s burning into your chest. He leans back into the couch, drinking in your disheveled state before reaching up to cruelly pinch your nipples.

You gasp, trying to lean into the sensation and alleviate the pain. Octavio only pulls harder, biting his lower lip when you’re almost chest to chest.

“Asshole,” you hiss and he grins, giving you a flash of his tongue piercing.

“You like it,” he says as you relent, going still in his lap. Octavio finally releases his almost too tight grip on one nipple in favor of looping an arm around your waist. He’s torturous to the other, squeezing, rolling, tugging. As a reward for the way you buckled, he slurps the free one into his mouth. You moan, his mouth all wet warmth and cool metal. His thumb flickers teasingly across your other pebbled nipple and you arch your back.

“Oc, please,” you pant and he pulls off of you with a pop, cupping the tit he still has a handle on to flick his tongue across it.

“Por favor? Por favor que?” He half laughs only to break off in a needy groan when you grind against him. “Fuck fuck fuck, okay, stand up for a sec.”

You roll yourself along his dick for a moment longer, relishing in the way his hips instinctually jerk against yours. He squirms beneath you, opting to tightly grab your hips.

“Shit, mami,” Octavio pants, sharply thrusting up before trying to push you off. “C’mon, c’mon, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

You finally climb off him and he follows you forward, sharply pulling down your sweats. A long, sticky trail connects you briefly to them and he outright groans at how filthy that is.

“You’re so wet,” he all but whines, fascinatedly rubbing a finger between your lips. Your breath hitches as he pointedly drags his knuckle across your clit, teasing you with the not quite enough touch.

“Shorts off,” you growl, and he hurriedly obeys. His cock springs free as his shorts hit the carpet and your mouth waters. The tip is swollen and pink, leaking with excitement. You’re half tempted to get on your knees, swipe the pre up with your tongue and put him at your mercy.

“Oh, mami, yes, you can do that for me later,” he babbles, making you realize you’d said that aloud. You try to climb back into his lap, only to have him grab you by the shoulders. You yelp as he tosses you onto your back on the opposite side of the couch, maneuvering himself between your thighs.

You two have been doing this long enough to have done away with condoms and you’re so fucking grateful for that as he pushes himself between your lips. Your slick helps him along as he glides the tip against your aching, swollen clit.

“Oc,” you impatiently murmur and he smirks. Octavio is a bastard at the worst times and not even the bedroom is exempt, because he grabs his shaft and taps the leaking tip of his cock against your clit.

“How bad do you want it, hm?” He asks and if you weren’t so overwhelmed, you’d roll your eyes. You settle for propping yourself up on your elbows and thrusting your hips up. His cock catches on your hole and his breath hitches in his throat.

“That bad, huh?” Octavio breathlessly whispers and you glare at him through the fog of your lust.

“Aren’t you supposed to be quick?”

“You want it to be over? Aw, okay, guess I’ll-“

Before he can pull away, you wrap your legs around his waist and yank him against you. Octavio slips, caught off guard, and he catches himself on the arm of the couch, letting out a strangled groan as the tip of his dick breeches your swollen cunt.

“Fuck,” he grits out, suddenly unconcerned with teasing. He drives himself the rest of the way inside and you sigh, relieved to be so wonderfully full.

“I’m trying,” you gleefully counter and he sharply thrusts into you with a laugh that’s half moan.

You reach around, clawing at his lower back as he fucks into you. His elbow lands on the space next to your neck and you find his hand cupping the crown of your head, simply resting there as he fucks you like he’s trying to win a race.

Octavio moans and curses and whines just as much as you do, his green eyes squeezed shut. You rake your nails up the length of his spine and he groans, giving you an especially brutal thrust. Your mouth falls open and he takes the opportunity to sloppily kiss you, tongue pushing past your lips to twist with yours and he doesn’t taste so much like liquor anymore.

You sob into the kiss as he angles his hips down a little, hitting right there. He gets the picture quickly and he aims just so, abusing that place that makes you see stars. His hips snap into yours and you grab his shoulders for purchase. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

It’s him, pulling away from your kiss to watch you with amazed green eyes. It’s him, grabbing your hips and yanking you onto his dick. It’s him, passing a thumb over your clit, making your eyes roll back. It’s him, hissing your name as his hips begin to stutter and shake. It’s him.

“C’mon, mami, c’mon, I won’t last,” he gasps, fondling your clit desperately and your jaw drops at the sensation. “C’mon, baby, need it, need to feel that tight pussy squeeze my dick, you can do it, do it for me, please, baby, please-“

You say his name as your orgasm hits you, shaking legs tightening so harshly around his waist you can feel every tremor of his hips. He fucks you through it, relentlessly rubbing your clit and you whimper, reaching down to try and shove his hand away. It doesn’t seem to stop him and finally with two, three more thrusts, he’s coming.

Octavio buries his face in your neck, saying something so low and garbled that you barely pick up that it was in Spanish. You don’t care to ask what he said just yet, too busy catching your breath as you clutch his back.

“Shit…” He breathes, turning his head to rest his nose against your still racing pulse. Now, though, it’s not just with need, but you don’t tell him that.

“How’s that for keeping up?” You ask and he snickers, slowly pulling out of you. Octavio reaches down, grabbing his shorts and tucking them beneath your hips to catch the spunk dripping out of you.

“I’ll go get a wash cloth,” he says as you paw at the coffee table for the TV remote. You groan at the time it shows you.

“It’s almost seven, you ass! I have to be to work in two hours!”

“Guess I kept you up all night. At least you weren’t bored.”

“I hate you,” you groan, scrubbing your hands over your eyes. Octavio snickers, making his way towards the bathroom.

“Oh, hey, wait,” you say, propping your head up. He stops short, meeting your gaze. “What did you say? I was kinda preoccupied and didn’t hear.”

“Kinda? You wound me,” Octavio says, placing a hand over his heart. You unceremoniously flip him off. “You think I remember what I said while I was nutting, chica?!”

Octavio grins roguishly. You roll your eyes, throwing one of the couch cushions at him. It doesn’t get anywhere close to hitting him and Octavio snickers, bending down to toss it back onto the couch. “Who knows?”

Octavio turns back to the bathroom and his playful expression slackens. His brow scrunches up as he flicks the light on, closing the restroom door behind him and staring disbelievingly into the mirror.

Te amo, he’d gasped into your neck when he was overwhelmed with the smell of you, the feeling of you, the taste of you.

[radmanraditz]

SHIPPING INFO.      Answer the following for your muse(s) so people      know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST.      Don’t reblog.

{Mun Note: Did this all the way back in September, at the end of December in 2017, and again in May 2018 so this needs an update! Cuz whooo boi shipping on this blog has been a wild ride.}

{icon art by @bardocks-bandanna // @bluexblonde}

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

As of writing this, Raditz is actively involved with @stoplickingthingsweird‘s Turles and @bluexblonde‘s Launch. 

I also have a crossover crack!ship with him for the fanfics I want to write.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

I’m good with doing anything I feel would be in-character for my muse to do.

I’m used to shipping him with women, but my portrayal of Raditz is bicurious/bisexual. Men mostly come at my muse with a competitive attitude in the past, so he has more of a preference for women. 

Raditz himself might be less comfortable with being pushed out of his comfort zone in terms of emotional intimacy, but with the right muses he will get there. Eventually. Some will get it sooner than others depending on their personality and how they treat him. He can become emotionally withdrawn too if your muse treats him in a way he doesn’t like, or he feels pressured to say things like “I love you” too soon or when he doesn’t mean it. I wouldn’t take it as a bad thing though, because if he is saying he loves you soon, he’s probably just saying that to keep your muse appeased and get what he wants. My writing will hint to that if he doesn’t truly care about your muse.

I do tell people I won’t hold their hands for wooing my muse(s), but I do leave breadcrumbs in my writing and in asks and memes. If you are shipping with me or are interested in it, you have to talk to me directly OOC and do so on a reasonably regular basis in order to plot things out. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Any muse or mun under 18 is not allowed to ship with me or my muse, or put themselves into dating/intimacy situations either. If you are over 18 and your muse is at least 18, they’re fair game to Raditz. (Though I’d prefer if your muse isn’t that young.) He’s not into people who are a lot older than him that look their old age, and he might look down on a person who acts too young.

Keep in mind that Raditz’s age in canon is generally estimated between 29-35.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

I wasn’t in the past, but currently yeah, I am pretty selective. Dangerously close to being disinterested in shipping with other people aside from my two current shipping partners. I’ve just dealt with too much bullshit from ex-shipping partners. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

After the Tumblr Purge of 2018, it’s supposed to be ok to write naughty time stuff, but I’m still pretty much keeping NSFT things to Discord. (Yeah that means I’m finally comfortable writing smut again. Just in private, and only with partners I’m comfortable writing that with.)

When it comes to talking, anything that starts to get dirty with graphic sexual activity details is what I’d consider NSFW.  Detailed descriptions of sexualized body parts, groping/stroking of genitals or breasts are things I consider NSFW. Also detailed sexual fantasy thoughts and emotions felt during physical activity can be too. Basically if you could get into trouble for getting caught reading it at work, or I don’t think the content is suitable for minors to be reading, I’d consider it NSFW and tag it accordingly. Since the Purge, my tags are #Lemon Goodness and #Touch of Citrus

Blatantly stating things like: sex, penis, vagina, kinky, “let’s fuck” or other such things, I wouldn’t think are worth labeling and tagging. Grabbing, smacking, or rubbing a butt isn’t NSFW to me unless said butt is bare and/or the muses are starting to do something sexual in nature.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Turles and Raditz were friends back when they were children. (No we don’t follow the doujinshi Dragonball Zero story as part of our canon.) At least until they became more distant with one another and Turles went AWOL from the PTO. In his Wished Back to Life verse, Raditz uses the dragon balls to wish Turles back to life, and now the two estranged friends are trying to get to know each other again. There is more plotted out, and we’ve had more interactions on Discord due to my busy schedule and the close IRL friendship between Skully-mun and I have. This is not our first venture into writing a ship together, so the friendship and eventual romantic relationship between the muses is something I look forward to since we’re such close friends ourselves who have been through a lot and we already know how to work with one another.

Launch and Raditz aren’t romantically involved at the moment, but he has a one-sided crush on her with a plotted plan to have them get together sometime after the Cell Games. They have a lot of rocky moments since they’re meeting at the lowest points of their lives in that AU. Also because Raditz is trying to adjust to life on Earth, and he’s not the easiest person to get along with. But there’s decent chemistry potential between them, and I enjoy plotting and writing with Reggie.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:  

Yeah. Otherwise I won’t recognize it. 

Chemistry between muses can develop slowly or out of the blue, but I still need to see that Raditz is indeed interested in the other muse and confirm OOC between us muns before I recognize it as a ship. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Whenever I see potential chemistry. I like ships that help both characters grow as people, especially if it’s a positive relationship. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yep. Raditz’s blog is a multi-ship blog where every ship is its own AU.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I enjoy shipping and crack!shipping with fandom stuff. When it comes to roleplay though, I just do my thing and see what happens. I want to see strong chemistry to write a convincing relationship between two characters when I ship for RP. I’m not fond of easy fluff or insta-romances, or the anime romance tropes that perpetuate unhealthy relationship habits. So I guess I’m more in the middle, someone who enjoys shipping on a healthy level. 

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:  

I like Raditz x Turles for M/M shipping. Thanks Skully-mun!

For the heterosexual side of things, I like seeing Raditz shipped with Launch, Maron, (Krillin’s ex not his daughter) and Princess Snake.

I crossover crack!ship him with Mihoshi Kuramitsu from Tenchi Muyo! too. (For my own fanfiction.)  

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

I would appreciate it if people gave me my space on the subject if you’re interested/potentially interested in shipping with me and we aren’t already. Because I’m afraid I’m not going to be positive about it for awhile.  Shipping takes a lot of time and effort with me, and I’m dealing with a physical illness that makes me a really slow RP partner. Not only that, but I’m still trying to get over how salty I feel towards shipping thanks to several ex-shipping partners who made shipping and roleplaying unpleasant for me last year because of how they use/used rp for toxic selfish reasons, and how their shitty behavior affected me and a lot of other people IRL. I really don’t want nor need any extra drama that often comes with shipping partners that I don’t know too well personally. So right now, I feel like I don’t have the proper attitude or time to devote to newer shipping partners along with my current ones. And I’m not sure when that’ll change. But if you’re really interested? Stick around, talk with me OOC, see if we have good mun and writing chemistry, and finally just interact with Raditz for a bit and we’ll see if chemistry can develop naturally between our muses. Because sometimes ships happen when we least expect them to.   

Thanks for reading.

TAGGED BY.

This is just another update since a lot has changed since May last year. 

TAGGING.

Anyone else who would like to do this!

[scarecrowshindig]

tagged by @rindemption Thanks for that!

1. Why did you choose your URL?

I’m a big fan of halloween and autumn aesthetics and scarecrows and I like the idea of multiple scarecrows having a party like out in a cornfield or something

2. Any side blogs?

just my cp2077 sideblog. i used to have a nsft sideblog where i’d reblog, you guessed it, nsft posts and post some dick art i made but i abandoned that awhile ago

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

i think it’s only been 5-6 years

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I used to but not anymore it’s too much effort 

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

don’t @ me but i was briefly apart of the spn fandom and that’s why i started my first blog. that was another account, this one is just because and for anything

6. Why did you choose your icon or pfp?

it’s mortan harket from aha and he’s super hot

7. Why did you choose your header?

i really just love the whole.... thing... randy savage had going on so... what’s not to like?

8. What is your post with the most popular notes?

on this blog it’s my zelda forgotten temple guardian parry trick shot video, but i did make a post where i edited in the sad spongebob music over anakin skywalker looking very sad and that has 100k notes last time i saw it. 

9. How many mutuals do you have?

i just counted and i have 32 mutuals. wow. love yall lol

10. How many followers do you have?

here, it’s less than 100 (this is a new blog and not really focused on anything) but on my cp2077 sideblog i have like 240 i think

11. How many people do you follow?

208. I try to keep it under 300.

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

Now see when you ask it like that I’m not entirely sure I know what a shit post is exactly anymore

13. How often do you use tumblr every day?

i like how this question just answers itself right there at the end lmaoo but yeah after work i get on and browse a bit before playing a game or watching a stream or something

14. Have you ever had a fight with another blog once?

nope. there are certainly bloggers i hate seeing but i’ve never had any kind of altercation with anyone. 

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog” posts?

now is this about needing to reblog like current event things or is this about needing to reblog art? 

the “this bad thing isn’t being talked about so you need to reblog this post” stuff annoys me because like most of the time i am completely unaware and i dont even come here for news. i come here as an escape of sorts from the bad shit going on. 

the “you need to reblog art you like” i agree with. wholeheartedly. as an artist that has art where i’ve gotten 10 notes on a piece and only maybe 2 of those are reblogs (one was a self reblog lmaooo) please reblog art you like. 

16. Do you like tag games?

i do. i appreciate that someone thought of me and i get to talk about myself which, you know, people love to do. despite saying they don’t, they do. 

17. Do you like ask games?

sure! never get asks tho so lmaoo

18. Which of your mututals do you think is tumblr famous?

maybe 1 or 2

19. Do you have a crush on a tumblr mutual?

no, but there are a few i’d love to be friends/closer friends with and chat on the daily. 

im tagging @cryptidcola @lucretia-waits @hyperionheresy @alexredgrave @duranderonamous @shadowhrts @justawholebunchofcows and anyone else who’d like to do this. you can even tag me that i tagged you i don’t mind. 

[unholyplumpprincess]

Won’t Say I’m In Love

A commission for Anonymous with a trans dude and Loba!

Summary: In which reader is Loba's sugar baby/friend with benefit who she loves to shower gifts upon. When reader starts expressing interest and complimenting her, realizing she gets flustered when the attention is turned to her, it makes courting her and making it. Obvious they'd like more a little more difficult. Nothing that can't be solved with a little bump n grind, right?...Right?

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Loba Andrade/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Loba is a trans woman and her bits are referred to as cock/dick, Reader is a trans man with top surgery and no bottom surgery and parts are referred to as cock/dick/hole, reader is penetrated, sugar mommy relationship BUT WITHOUT THE MOMMY INVOLVED, FWB to romance, talk of transitioning and the stuff that comes with it, Loba nuts in ya, aaaand fluff!

Words: 5.1k

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Loba, to you, was everything.

Perhaps that’s a bit of a stretch. But in times like this, you can’t imagine her out of your life. Not when her smile is etched into your memory, dimples on her cheeks and pearly whites reminding you of a wolf’s. Or how her eyes narrow dangerously when you tease her, a smile playing on her lips as she coos to you to hand over the last treat in the kitchen before you run squealing after you shove it in your mouth. Loba, hot on your heels.

Life with her came natural after being in each other’s good graces for so long.

Well.

If you called ‘fuck buddies where she buys you things all the time’ good graces. A certified sugar mama.

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Your meeting had been a business strict one at first. She was the girl people went to when things were stolen from them or they had specific desires. In your case, a precious family heirloom had been stolen from you by Hammond. That family member that had been working on cracking a code to work into their system had mysteriously disappeared, leaving you with a precious family ring that you cherished. Yet, somehow, it had gone missing, the only lead being of a ripped jacket by the window with an H symbol on it.

Loba was a person you’d heard of who could get anything from anyone, and when you’d found her, given her all the details and your own sob story. She’d hummed, drawing her manicured fingers across your cheeks and cooed about how pretty a gem you were yourself. When your cheeks had flared red, she’d smirked, patted your cheek and told you that it would be done within the week. Since she was going that way anyway.

When you’d received an anonymous text fit with a wolf emoji, you’d hurried quickly over to the underground area where she’d resided. The neon red lights had looked beautiful on her, made her look dangerous in the alleyway where she’d sat upon a box as if it were a throne. You thanked her a million times over, offering money, even some other jewelry that you’d been given that you had no need for. Yet you knew it was expensive.  

Loba had refused, and instead had risen from her spot where she’d been sitting. Circling you like you were prey and making a mention about how she knew you were struggling to keep your apartment going, how it would be dangerous for you to go back. Not knowing how or why she brought it up, at first you bristled, holding the ring close to your chest in fear she would take it.

But, instead, she offers you her gloved hand, a smile on her face and a tilt to her head. “As I told you when you had arrived, you are a beautiful gem yourself. I could take care of you. Would you like to be the new addition to my collection?”

At first, you’d been flustered, a little shocked, and suspicious. But now? Now it all made sense.

Loba loved to shower you in gifts and compliments. She’d always called you the prized jewel of her collection. A collection that you’d seen and wandered through numerous times by now. Of golds, silvers, diamonds, arts, priceless artifacts, all the riches in the world for the woman who had everything. And she had almost everything. Including a found family.

With Loba, you, and Jaime? You were your own family. The trio out in the world with a home base and all the riches you could have ever wanted- thanks to Loba, that is. Not that it was hard for her, one of the best thieves in the world. Her jump bracelet made that much so easy. And she always loved to gift you things from her finding that she thought you would look pretty in.

Whatever you wanted.

The first time she’d offered you something, a beautiful pearl choker, you’d kind of laughed with a flushed face. No one had ever gifted you jewelry before, let alone been delighted TO give you it. But when you reached for it, she teased you, holding it just out of reach and said she’d like to put it on you. Resulting with her manicured fingers lightly brushing your skin as she stood in front of you, hitching it behind your neck with ease and gently curling a finger underneath the front.

She’d tugged you closer that day as your face burned, head tipped up to look at her. Loba had already been tall, but when she wore heels it was even worse with you. Yet, she’d grinned, tilted her head, eyes flickering down to your lips and murmured, “Do I get a little gift in return?” With such softness, eyes twinkling with mischief.

It wasn’t as if you two hadn’t been playing essentially gay chicken this entire time. You were obviously sexually into her, as she was to you. So, with your lips quivering, you’d nodded, murmuring back, “Anything you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.” She’d cooed before pressing the softest kiss upon your lips and leaving you wanting more as she pulled back and gently patted your cheek.

And you were left to watch her saunter off, eyes falling to her ass without thinking about it and your fingers touching your lips where you felt the slickness of her gloss lingering.

From there, the teasing escalated. Until your relationship developed more into a ‘friends with benefits’ situation or even a ‘sugar mommy’ situation. Sans the calling her mommy part, wasn’t really your thing. She gave you gifts, showered you in them really, and in return you two had some killer sex. You figured it was a win all around for you.

When you got pretty things to adorn your body with, and you got to hold onto a headboard with your head thrown back as her mouth made quick work of you. Where was the loss in that scenario? Well, maybe the lipstick stains on your inner thighs or...or...

Or maybe you knew exactly what it was. Because after time went on, your sexual feelings finally revealed themselves to actually be disguised romantic feelings. Cracking open like pouring light whenever she walked into the room and you had to push them down and swallow your pride.

That’s where your loss was.

It had started pretty small a few months ago. You just started to notice different ways Loba dressed, or how she had her hair some days. Some days her makeup would change and you would compliment it genuinely, only to have her black lipstick covered lips playfully smirk your way and offer for you to try it out personally.

Hey, you weren’t complaining about walking around with a kiss print on your neck or cheek.

But you were mentally complaining about how fast your heart had beat at such a simple action. How you’d touched your cheek when she wasn’t looking and smiled to yourself like you were some sort of schoolboy incapable of reeling in your crush.

You mentally groaned to yourself. You were NOT about to ruin anything for her.

Loba, you thought, deserved love and happiness. You contemplated that maybe...just maybe you could be the one to give that to her. But, you knew her, you knew her very well for that matter. If affection was genuine, she’d become flustered and nervous and try to find a way to turn it sexual or into a flirt. She could flirt her way through anything, but if you so much as tucked her hair behind her ear and told her she looked pretty that day, she’d almost choke and try to turn the situation back.

You tried to give back what she gave you, trying to adore her, only to have her try and hide her flustered appearance by trying to flirt you up. Or slamming you against a wall and cooing about how you were pushing her buttons.

She was good at hiding her emotions in a way you wouldn’t expect her to. Instead of shying off or shutting down, Loba had learned to laugh her way out of situations and compliment you. Pinching your cheek and calling you sweet. The love- the romance she’d been deprived of didn’t go unknown to you. She didn’t trust easily, and she was happy with you and Jaime being her family.

At least, that’s as far as you knew.

What you didn’t know is that her feelings matched your own. That every extra glance you stole her way, she noticed and tried not to think anything of. But sometimes, sometimes when she was fucking you, she imagined you holding on tight to her and murmuring sweet nothings. Or instead of coming to her room for a ‘nightly visit’, that you’d spend the night and let her hold you quietly in her arms and wake up to see you just the same.

Mutual feelings that neither of you knew the other had.

Eventually you figured you needed to own up to it. And that’s what you were trying to plan right now. It’s with a breath that you come to the decision that maybe you could...show her instead.

Yeah, yeah that sounded better.

So, when Loba comes home tonight, smiling brightly as she swings a beautiful diamond necklace around a finger and announcing to you and Jaime, “Mama’s home, boys! Did you miss me?” With fondness in her voice and her eyes flicking over you to hint that she had a gift for you- that is when you decide now is a good time to strike.

After dinner is had and Loba has put her necklace in a beautiful glass case to admire it, you come towards her little den area. It was a big, rounded room, wall to wall full of her jewels and findings. Ranging from pearl necklaces to priceless artifacts. Beautiful art pieces were hung on the walls all around it with lights to ensure that the jewels down below would glitter and gleam in any lighting. You rest yourself on the doorway as you watch her, admiring her from afar as she looks to the sparkling necklace with glee in her eyes.

“Ah, so beautiful. Don’t you think?” Loba sighs at her necklace, before her eyes flick up to you in the doorway. Her eyes sparkle with that same look from earlier, mischief dancing in them as she saunters up to you slowly. As if a predator with its prey. You’d lie if you said your heart didn’t skip three beats.

“Yeah, I think you are, actually.” You coyly respond, going so far as to flutter your lashes as she rests an arm beside your head. Her grin is amused, rolling her eyes and using her free hand to gently grab your chin, tilting your head this way and that. Always inspecting you.

Her prized possession.

“Ha-ha, very cute. How many times have you tried that one, love?” She teases, tapping her manicured nail on your cheek twice. You smile fondly at the nickname, pretending it didn’t make you near about squirm out of your spot. But your heart lurches in your chest when she speaks much softer, tracing along your jawline with her fingertips. “I have a gift for you.”

“I was going to tell you the same thing.”

That piques Loba’s interest, her mischievous look pausing for surprise to overtake her features. Her glossy lips part in surprise, her eyes moving from the stare on your lips to flick up to your eyes as her brows furrow briefly.

She looked adorable.  

Fuck.

“A gift? For me? Isn’t that my job?” Loba laughs a bit, taking a step back and cocking her head, her long braids following. She looked just like a puppy. You swallow down your racing heartbeat as you try to figure out how to bring it up.

“Later- in the bedroom.” You promise. A familiar phrase that makes her pupils widen, a smirk falling to her face instead, a bit more confidence to her purr as she affectionately pinches your cheek.

“I eagerly await your acquaintance tonight, then. But, for now, let me show you the ring I found you, darling!”

You’re going to die.

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The ring she’d found you had been gorgeous- she'd yet to gift you a ring yet. Loba once had said that seemed a little too intimate of a gift. You never asked why, but now that you’ve been gifted one, looking at the gold band with a beautiful simple style with three gems in each twirl of its vine-like look.

Well, you can’t help but think either she’s gotten used to you or maybe...maybe it had a purpose.  

Either way, it helps you feel more confident about what you’re going to try tonight. Walking with a bit more confidence as you head to her bedroom. You hardly have the time to knock before she’s opening the door, yanking you inside, and pushing you against the door to kiss you.

Loba is stripped down for the night. Her twin braids traded to let her curly hair down, the ombre look towards the tips of her bright red hair reaching about mid-back and splaying around her beautifully. Her outfit has been swapped to something a bit more practical of a black lacy bralette and stretchy short shorts, revealing her long legs and the beautiful vine-like tattoos with flowers curling on her outer thighs, edging up her hips to her waist.

Your hands come up, but are immediately caught by her. Her fingers lace in yours, pulling your hands to rest beside your head against the door as you moan into her mouth. Your reward is a soft laugh, her teeth nipping your bottom lip before trailing her glossy, full lips over your chin, down your jawline to your neck.

“Wait, wait-” You manage to breathe out when her lips press to the length of your neck. Immediately Loba pauses, releasing your hands and backing up. Concern and confusion in her eyes, but you quickly let out a laugh, “No, no, I mean- I want to try something different tonight...if that’s okay?”

“What like- bondage?”  

You about choke, head thunking back against the door as feeling your cheeks warm as you try to think of how to word it. It’s kinda of hard when she’s now idly kissing at your neck, lips parting to suckle on a sensitive spot of yours that makes your hips jerk. But you manage to breathe it out, “I want to take care of you tonight.”

Then it’s Loba’s turn to choke. Pulling back away from her spot to give you a curious look, if flustered. Her own face is red, looking apprehensive about the idea, but you quickly add in. “If you don’t like it, truly don’t like it, we’ll stop immediately, okay? I promise.”

And then you have her. Just with that extra security.

“You better make it worth my while.” She huffs almost in an embarrassed tone. But her voice is playful, despite the way you notice how she swallows and her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. And you know it isn’t the fact she doesn’t want it, it’s because she’s used to being in control. And not that you don’t like her taking control of you but...

Sometimes you just wanted to treat her right. Show her how much she meant to you.

You suppose sex was better than trying to sit her down for a conversation and talk about your feelings with eye contact involved and your running mouth.

You start gentle with her, leading her to the bed and guiding her to lie down. You start with something simple as a makeout session. Straddling her hips so she can feel the heat of your body through your sweatpants and t-shirt. You lean into her, cupping her cheek and pushing her hair from her face as you kiss her so gently, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone. You make sure not to let her guide the kiss, but let her grab your hips, feeling her fingers slide under the waistband to touch your skin.

When you lick into Loba’s mouth, her breath hitches, her hips coming up to press against you and you follow the motion by pressing down to give her some pressure. Your own breath is shaky when her hands slide down to your ass under your pants, tugging you gently to get you to grind.

Control- normally you’d follow like the good boy she’d claimed you to be but...

You immediately part from the kiss, delighting quietly in how she whines. However, delighting even more when her eyes shoot open and she whines louder when you take her hands and pull them above her head. You interlock your fingers, hovering your lips just out of reach when she tries to lean up and get at you again, but realizing quickly that she can’t. Loba groans.

It’s quiet submission when her head rests back on the pillow, a shaky breath leaving her lips as her eyes fall to your mouth. She pouts her prettiest when you give her a look, huffing under you and rolling her eyes. “What? Do you want me to say ‘please’?”

“It’s a start to getting what you want, Ms. Andrade, don’t you think?” You tease in a mocking tone, causing her eyes to narrow up at you. There’s another huff from her, her fingers flexing in a nervous way in your grip. You wait patiently above her, eyes sparkling with mischief.  

“Pl-...” Loba pauses, swallowing before shakily exhaling through her nose. Her eyes flicker to the side as if flustered, rolling upwards as if trying to will herself to speak. You try to ignore the way you feel her cock jerk under your ass, but you can’t ignore the pride you feel knowing she liked this.

“Please, please do something more. Please don’t tease me? Aren’t I good to you, baby?” She begs her prettiest, ending it with a shaky noise, her cheeks flushed red and her lips pulling into a pretty pout that you can’t help but kiss to soothe away her embarrassment.

You murmur sweet nothings against her mouth that you hope she doesn’t catch as you kiss your way down her neck. You only need to scoot down her body a little, moving to fit between her legs rather than straddle her.

You let her hands go, watching with delight as they stay right where you put them as your own pull up her bralette to reveal her chest. She’s got nice breasts, rounded and about a C cup. You know from her talking about it that she’d gotten them filled in the past, all decorated with pretty silver barbells through each nipple and her underbreast tattoo curling between her chest.

You press your mouth at the freckles dotting the upper edges of her breasts, nosing your way down the path of her flesh until you can gingerly cup her breast. You relish the way her breath hitches in anticipation when you mouth at her nipple, pressing soft, fluttering, wet kisses until she whines softly under her breath.  

She really can’t blame you for drawing it out, right? For adoring every inch of her? You’d never been able to seen her like this before, how she squirms, trying to be good underneath you and not take over. It’s the best you could have asked of her. To try.

You smile against her skin before you take her nipple into your mouth and begin suckling. Letting your tongue flick back and forth over it to feel the shape of her barbell idly. Loba’s sounds are soft, gentle little sighs as her hips gently press up against you to get some pressure. You hum against her in reply when her hand rests in your hair, gently stroking and pressing to encourage you to touch her more.

A moan escapes her lips when you let your teeth gingerly scrape across the sensitive flesh, coming off of her with a wet pop. You nuzzle between her chest with a soft sigh of, “You’re so beautiful.” Your tone dripping with honesty as you kiss down her ribcage, towards her abdomen.

Normally she’s talkative during sessions like this, liking to pull your hair and show you who’s in charge. But now when you look up, all you can see is her head turned to the side, her cheeks red and her lips parted to shallowly breathe. You’ve never felt prouder of yourself.

When you reach the waistband of her short, you peer up at her under your lashes, gently tugging at the band. “Can I take these off?”

“Please.” She replies, completely unprompted with a shaky breath following and her eyes peering open to look down at you. Her gaze makes you feel hot, your chest bursting with adoration that you can only hope your eyes mimic.

You gently pull them off and toss them to the side. You move to sit up on your knees, gently rubbing at her thighs as your eyes flicker to her cock. She was about six inches long and uncut with foreskin only reaching just under the head. She’d shared with you that she was thankful that the future medical technology allowed her to decide the option on being able to get hard and remain fertile. Just as you’d shared you were thankful that getting top surgery had become less dangerous over so many years in the making.

Small things to share with her in those quiet moments you two could relate to each other.

Now, you run a hand along her inner thigh, sliding over her shaved mound as you quietly ask, “What are your feelings on penetrating me today?” To let her know in turn you wanted that. Of course, if she didn’t, you’d happily find your favorite cock and strap it in.

“Please,” She says again, practically music to your ears by now. “I want to be inside you- let me touch you, little pup, please? I’ll be on my best behavior.” Loba’s voice is near desperate as she looks down at you. Sitting up on her elbows to see you better. Your face flushes at the nickname, almost tempted to scold her for it, but the way she looks at you...

Her eyes are full of something you’ve seen before. Never taking the time to see. Adoration. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted and her eyes roaming across your frame before coming back to your eyes. Her brows furrow briefly, this desperate look crossing her face as she tries again, “Let me see your cock, baby, let me taste you?”  

It’s filth. Yet she sounds so fucking soft when she says it that you can’t help but swallow down a whine.

In a matter of moments, you’re stripping from your clothing. Your sweatpants get tossed with your shirt, but before you can get to your underwear Loba is already helping you out of it. Her fingers eagerly grab your hips, but she learns quickly because she doesn’t pull you. Letting you move your own body until your thighs can frame her face.

You reach down to pull on your mound, exposing your cock to her. You’re hard already, your hole drooling with slick from the excitement from seeing her so open earlier. Loba knows how you like it, hooking her arms around your thighs to hold you as her eyes go half lidded to watch your face. You swallow thickly, biting your bottom lip as her tongue runs from your hole, up to the underside of your dick in a fluid swipe.

Kitten licks like that repeat a few times, being mindful of how sensitive your engorged cock could be right off the bat. You shakily exhale through your nose when her lips part, letting the piercing on her tongue rest on the underside of your clit and her breath fanning across you hotly.

When she finally takes you into her mouth, you let out a moan and use your free hand to rest in her hair. The smile you feel against your wet flesh should make you flustered, but not as much as when she looks up at you under her lashes with such adoration. She lets you take the reins, gently humping against her mouth and taking things at your pace. It’s the most control you’ve had in a while, but your mouth starts working before you can even think, “Fuck- you’re so beautiful, babe.”

The blush that reddens her cheeks fuels both her own motions and your mouth as you moan low in your throat just to hear her moan low back at you in turn as she licks up your cock. “Good- good that feels s...so good-” You don’t expect her to react so well to your voice, let alone praise. But you feel her nails dig into your thighs, able to see the way she parts her lips, glossy now from your slick and seeing it stick to her tongue-

It’s too much.

There’s almost a rush as you squirm out of her grasp to move down to her lap to straddle her again. You’d tell her to finger you, but one look at her nails proves why that’s a hassle. Thankfully when you sink your own fingers into yourself, you find your walls are wet and pliant. But for good measure you still ask her for the lube to prep her own cock. Stroking her cock whilst you rest on her thighs, able to watch her eyes flutter and how her fingers twist into the pillow she’s got her head on.  

“Ready?” You ask, pulling yourself closer so you can slide your cock against hers, sandwiching it between your sex to grind back and forth against her. Loba quickly nods, her hands moving to grab your hips and squeezing eagerly, but you hum again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, baby- yes, I want it, I want you, please!” Loba all but whines, her look frantic again as she gently pulls you. You follow the motion, lining her up before sliding down onto her with a gasp.

Loba’s reaction is immediate, always so sensitive when you envelop her. She’s got her nails pressing into your hips, her face contorted and her head tossed to the side with pure pleasure written across her features. It makes you feel proud that you could just do that with your body, that you’re the one making her look like that.

Your emotions are swelling up in your chest.

You push them down for the sake of resting your hands on top of hers on your body. Squeezing them and feeling your heart race when she maneuvers so her fingers can intertwine with yours. Your breath hitches, but that can easily be passed off for your hips grinding on their own, grinding your fat cock against her mound and feeling the way she shifts in you.

Her soft moan and the way her fingers squeeze yours make you dizzy.

Don’t think about it, you remind yourself.

Your breath quickens as you lean forward and begin riding her. Only pulling yourself up an inch or two and sliding yourself back down onto her cock. Your toes curl, squeezing her hands a bit tighter and about whining when she starts to pull her hands back. But you figure out why when she holds them up at about her waist level, lacing your fingers with hers to give you more leverage to fuck yourself onto her.

Don’t think about it, you again think to yourself, your brain clouded with lust and adoration.

“You’re so handsome,” Loba mumbles out, and when you finally urge yourself to flutter open your eyes, she’s looking at you. She’s panting softly, brows furrowed in a look of pleasure. You swallow the whimper in your throat so you can instead move yourself to almost lie on top of her. Letting her hands go to rest your arms on either side of her head and bringing her into a kiss.

Her hands slide over your body then, sliding down your sides to your hips, to your ass to graciously grab as you fuck yourself onto her. You moan into her mouth, feeling her follow the motion with her own soft noise in her throat.

Don’t think about it, you try so desperately to tell yourself as the knot forms in your stomach.

You have to break the kiss, tucking yourself into her neck. Loba is holding onto you now, her hands resting flat on your back and dragging her nails down your skin. You whine into her ear as your inner walls clench, your cock humping against her shaved mound and keeping your body extremely interested. It comes tumbling out before you can think of it, “Fuck- fuck, fuck, shit- Loba, Loba-”

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it-

“I love you-” Loba whines in your ear, causing your heart to near about beat out of your chest thinking you’d imagined it. But you feel her lips move against your neck next time, “I love you. Let me- ah- let me cum inside you, baby, please, please, please-”

It’s all a blur. The way your chest pounds and how hard you cum. You can hear her cumming not soon after you, her nails sinking into your back and her teeth sinking into your shoulder to quiet down her beautiful moans. You think you’re dehydrated, your brain must have lost oxygen at some point- but you felt it. You heard it.

As you two are coming down, you urge yourself to sit up in her lap. Watching as her hand slides through her hair to push the strands from her face, how her chest rises and falls with her breaths, trying to make it out in your head as you open and close your mouth like a fish.

“What?” She laughs, reaching up to gently cup your cheek. “You weren’t going to say it, I figured--”  

“You knew?!” You cry out, flustered and feeling your own face heat up in embarrassment- yet relief floods your chest.

“I had a feeling.”

“A feeling?!” You cry out again, this time more distraught. But it quickly dies down when her thumb brushes along your cheek bone, urging you to lean into her touch and settle down. Though you see the look in her eyes of almost uncertainty- worry perhaps.  

With a shaky breath, you turn and kiss her palm. “I...I love you as well, ya know?”

“I know, baby.”

“Don’t be so smug about it!”

Her melodic laugh is quickly smothered by the pillow you throw in her face, only for you to nearly get knocked off her lap when she takes it and throws it right back at you with a victorious cry.

Fuck you love her.

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Campfire Kisses

Commission for @dragoncoochie for Meg Thomas/Reader!

Summary: Meg and Reader with Meg having been making moves on the reader and after a bad trial where Meg sacrifices herself to take the Mori ORIGINALLY going to be given to the Reader, the reader offers for her to come back to their room. Or! In which Meg is dumb and in love and will do anything to protect and please her pined after sweetheart involving sacrificing herself to the killer who has Beef with her. All for love, and ya know, to give head.

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Fandom: Dead by daylight

Relationship: Meg Thomas/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gender neutral and has a vulva and is mentioned with one as such and the word Breasts is used, Dead by daylight normal violence, mentions of blood and blades, otherwise ya know the works!

Words: 2.6k

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She just couldn’t catch a break.

The trials in this world just seemed to get harder and harder. In the beginning, Meg and the few others had been scared, confused, and only few to face the horrors of the killers. It had been hard back then when they all barely knew each other and only had each other to cling to through the nights. Confusion, fear, everything raced through their minds.

But most importantly: Survival instincts.

As the trials progressed, they began to see new people coming in, but new people always meant new killers. New challenges to face, new people to join the ranks and to offer their skills. The Entity was never kind to new survivors, everyone was made to go through the same harsh trials and go against the killer they came with.

Whether those killers they had met before and faced once, or new ones they had no idea had to do with them.

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Of course, new faces meant that their camp would expand. The small cabins they all shared got bigger and rewards were given to those who escaped. Whether that be a homecooked meal from your home, new clothing, a warmer blanket for the cold nights, better showers at the cabins, and even things that went as far as sex toys if you were stressed. The Entity would reward those with fighting spirit just as they would their killers for providing sacrifices.

Because if you ran out of hope, what more would you run on?

However, these new faces also meant newer challenges that weren’t killers or new places for the hunt to take place. The prior survivors had to get used to new people now entering their bubble and joining their ranks, people who they had no idea of personalities or if they’d get along or if they’d be self-centered and prefer to thrive off their own skills.

It also meant, that when you had arrived, Meg had to deal with the complications of a crush.

She just couldn’t catch a goddamn break.

At first it hadn’t been much of a thing, just her thinking you were attractive. Then to find out you were also really kind and to learn more about you? It had sealed Meg’s fate. She hadn’t felt this way for anyone in a long time, but to be fair, you lose track of time in the trials. No time for romance to blossom.

Teaching you how to run the trials and what was to be expected of you was her job like anyone else’s! Except...she took hers a little bit more in depth with you. Explaining how certain killers were more prone to distractions, that if you couldn’t outrun them where to hide. You looked at her with awe and delight but something that made her heart twist into pieces; Fear. You hadn’t ever had to fight for your life- not like this.

She wished more than anything she could hold you in her arms and make you feel the safety she hoped you would.

When the trials start for you, Meg always feels a twisting in her gut if she isn’t chosen for the trial with you. She tries to blame it on nerves, telling herself that it’s just because you’re new. But, with any of the other newbies, she hadn’t felt like this at all. Not with the way she paces and chews on her nails and tries to pass off the anxiety as something else.

But, she knew what it was. When your smile enraptured her like nothing else and the dark fog could not even stop her from seeing the sunlight when you laughed. Meg felt like she was back in college again, her stomach doing flips over any new pretty face that walked her path. But you, you were different- and this realm?

This realm was not like anything they’d ever described in fairy tales.

Today, the trials had been in favor of the two of you together. Meg, you, Nea, and Quentin had all wound up in the same trial. The realm of The Macmillan Estate was a dark one, hard to see through a very long distance. But once Meg had caught sight of your familiar clothing, she’d darted to you to find you crouched behind a tree with grease smudges on your hand and explaining you had a generator nearby, but you had heard your heartbeat pick up.

Your eyes have fighting spirit, but the way you shake reminds her that you’re so new to this. She remembers her own fear, her own need to live, only to find out there was no living or dying. Only sacrifice.

“Just stick with me and we’ll get through it, okay?” She whispers quietly for you, reaching up and gently cupping your cheek when you don’t seem to focus. Watching your eyes flicker over her face before you steel yourself and nod.

The Macmillan Estate, as mentioned before, was indeed a dark one. Hard to see through a very long distance. So when you two got separated for different hiding spots, Meg thought she had seen you go a certain way- only to hear you scream nearby as the heartbeat picked up.

Watching you dart around the corner with a slinging machete at your back narrowly missing makes dread curl in her stomach.

There were times like this human instincts kicked in: One was to run and hide again. The other was filled with fighting spirit, the need to protect you from harm.

Her legs burn by the time she runs to catch up, her lungs burning with just as much effort. You’ve been hit once, blood curling down your spine and the way you limp breaks her heart. Her heart is pounding, aching as she watches the Trapper begin to get closer.

She’s not close enough- she won’t make it in time- guilt begins to swarm in her chest as she cries out just at the same time you do as another well-timed slash drives you to the ground.

The second she realizes he’s not leaning down to pick you up is the second she realizes he’s starting to flip you over.

A Mori.

“NO!” Her scream is ear piercing even to herself as she dives in front of you, throwing you out of harm’s way and knocking herself onto her back. Vaguely, out of the corner of her eye, she sees movement and a beanie just as Nea drags you to safety behind the brick wall to begin patching you up. But not before she catches your eyes, huge and hands outstretched towards her body with the scream of her name from your lips.

Knocked down, it’s anyone’s fair game.

As the blade slashes clean through her body with the fury of a beast finally catching its prey and the Mori is complete.

--

The fog is an empty place to wait for a trial to end. Never ending running as you hope you’ll come across the campfire at some point. The Entity made is so wherever you ran was just more fog, but you always had that feeling as if you’d come across it anytime soon. You never would, no, not until all four people were running the same way to signal the trial had been complete.

You, Nea, and Quentin make it out with Quentin clearly having been hit last second. The wounds heal as quickly as you all burst through the fog, injuries repaired but clothing and dried blood remaining. Not to mention emotional damage and new scars.

Meg is almost in a daze when you all come through the fog. Nea and Quentin are quick to take off, leaving you and Meg out by the campfire. It’s quiet, for the most part, watching you fumble with your hands and bite at your lower lip, you try to come up with words-

“I’m sorry-” Meg starts.

“You shouldn’t hav-” You speak at the same time, tears in your eyes as you whip your head to face her.

“I couldn’t stand to see you in such pain,” She manages to push out past you, her southern accent almost seeming thicker from her agony, whipping to face you so she can reach out again. Hesitating and waiting for you to say no or make a motion that you didn’t want to be touched. But as you look at her with teary eyes, she can’t help but to cup your cheeks and draw you closer so she may rest her forehead to yours. “I couldn’t- I know you can handle yourself, I know this is what we DO, b-but-”

You cut her off, a soft peck to her quivering lips with a quick turn of your head. It’s certainly worth it from the surprised look she gives you when you lean back, searching your eyes as you shakily exhale, eyes still teary, “You’re a good woman, Meg. Thank you- I know you’ve been here longer and you’ve been so helpful so far. I...I...” You hesitate, letting your eyes flicker to her lips as you struggle to find the right words. “Do you...want to share my bed tonight?”

Like you even had to ask.

--

There’s something almost satisfying when Meg can get you into your room. Almost as if she’s caught her own prey when she whispers against your neck if you want this and you nod vigorously for her before she starts to caress your sides and kiss up your neck.  

There’s something even more satisfying when she can get you into bed, watching you eagerly throw your clothes off as she tugs off her own jacket. She gets to watch your skin get exposed inch by inch, a big smile of eagerness on your face as you kick off your pants and drag her back on top of you just as eager.

And the icing on the cake is when she keeps dodging your mouth, kissing your cheeks, nose, dipping to the side so you peck her cheek until you whine and she laughs, moving her mouth to yours.

You’re completely bare while she rests in her tanktop and joggers. Your hands have long since worked her braid out, fingers combing out her red hair that falls in her face when she leans over top of you. Her hands on either side of your head, body fit between your thighs with your cheeks flushed and eyes searching her own half lidded pair.

No, no, Meg could never catch a break.

Not with the way your lips, rosy from too many kisses, part in awe up at her and form into a beautiful smile. Or the way you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck and curl your fingers into her hair to drag her back down for more kisses. Or the way you grind up into her front, smearing the front of your pants with your wetness as you eagerly hump up into the way she applies pressure for you.

“You’re so eager,” Meg laughs as she parts, breathless and dizzy off your taste. She moves down, pressing kisses to your neck and down over your collarbone to reach your breast. Gently lying on top of you so she may kiss there as well with a soft moan in her throat, “Lookin’ pretty as a picture, sweetheart.”

Her mouth seals over a nipple this time, licking at the bud and letting her other hand slide down between your legs. Meg shifts, making room between the two of you so she can cup your mound and slide two fingers through your lower lips to rub at your clit. The noises you make are far too beautiful, especially when she squeezes your clit lightly and your hips jump with a soft squeal exiting your lips.

“Aw, too much?” She coos, leaving your chest so she may nip down your body until she rests back between your legs. When you nod, throwing an arm over your face to hide your blush, Meg can’t help but grin. “That’s alright, baby doll, you’ll like this part much better- spread your legs just a bit more?”

When you near immediately obey with shaky legs, she coos again, low in her chest and kissing at the very top of your mound to give you an idea of where she’s going. “Good, you’re so obedient, can’t believe ya made me wait this long,” You seem to get drunk off her voice, judging by the way you nod again and lift your hips up just a bit more. Meg could laugh, she could, but she’s just as drunk as you are from your scent alone.

Two fingers spread your lower lips, Meg’s lips fluttering kisses down over your slit, down over your clit to where she pecks again and again until you whine. You move your arm, your other hand resting on the back of her head and see the way she looks at you. She looks at you like a pleased cat now that she’s caught your eye, grinning briefly before sealing her lips over your clit and giving a small suck.

Not your...best moment with the way you make a loud, high pitched noise, and hide back in your arm, arching your back and your hand that had grabbed her hair shoving her right back down against you. Her laughter may have been worth it in the end, but your cheeks burn when she gets to working on you.

Slow, long licks over you from hole to clit, as if savoring your taste. The way she moans against you doesn’t help either. Her hands come underneath your thighs, snaking up and around them until she can grasp at your upper thighs and dig her nails in before she sets her tongue on your clit alone.

“Fuck-” You hiss out, tossing your head to the side and lifting your hips up everytime she gets a little bit more intense. It gets to the point where you’re practically humping her face, abandoning your politeness by the time she moves one arm from your thighs so she can work two fingers into your slick hole.

It’s far too much. From the way her tongue works you over as if she’s known your body for centuries, to the way her fingers curl and pump inside of you. Twisting and scissoring to press upwards until both your hands are in her hair and you’re making the most beautiful noises to her ears.

You cum with a sharp cry, grinding upwards against her and pushing her head down. Meg’s eyes flutter as she tries to look up at you, watching your lips part and your brow furrow as your body shakes with each wave from the orgasm.

A sigh leaves your lips, satisfied as your hands ease on her hair to pet it back from her face instead, fisting it into a ponytail for her. It’s sweet the way you look down at her fondly, a smile on your lips and eyes half lidded.

It’s even sweeter when your eyes shoot open when Meg smirks cockily and nuzzles right back between your legs to make herself at home for another orgasm.

Or two.

Of course when she’s finally done with you by the night you’re a mess, tired and scrambling to snuggle her by the time she gets up, cleans off, and comes back to your bed. You try to murmur that you’ll repay her or get her next time, but as you drift off to sleep, arms around her and your nose nuzzling against her jaw?

She can’t think of anything else she’d ever want.