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soyeonsbabygirl · 6 months

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"My shirt? Imma need that back."

G!p Nicha Yontarak/Kim Minnie x Reader

You and Minnie had been dating for a while. When you first started dating you use to beg her for her hoodies or clothes to wear to sleep. She didn’t get it at first often looking at you like you’re crazy or saying “Why would you want my shirt when you have your own?”

Eventually she stopped asking just leaving them for you before you even had a chance to ask. She would never admit this but it kind of turned her on a bit. The sight of how her clothes fit on your smaller frame made her go crazy.

Now here she was glaring at you as she saw in clothes that weren’t hers. You were wearing Soyeon’s shirt. Minnie glared at the way the shirt fit you, it hugged your frame in the way she liked. Minnie didn’t like it this time because it wasn’t her shirt that was hugging your frame. It was someone else’s.

Minnie couldn’t keep her eyes off you all day, not saying word to you or the other members. When you both got back to the room Minnie didn’t say a word to you making you sigh in annoyance as you asked her why she was so upset. Minnie was listening to you rant about how upset you were at her for not talking to you but all she could see was in you in a shirt, that wasn’t hers.

“Minnie!? Were you even listening to a word I just said!?” You whined. You were about to go off on her again but she pulled you into a bruising kiss shutting you up.

You whined from the harshness of the kiss as she harshly groped your body, nipping your lips. She picked you up like you were nothing but a rag doll and placing you on the bed harshly. She pulled away taking in your flushed face and swollen lips, she made her way to your neck kissing and biting eliciting a few moans out of you.

Her hands harshly grabbed the shirt, Soyeon’s shirt. Minnie ripped it off your body immediately as she put you in one of her own shirts. She ripped your shorts off as she looked at you. You were pleading with her to fuck you without needing to say anything. The pathetic look on your face said it all.

Without warning she harshly shoved her fingers into you at a fast pace making you cry out. “Fucking slut. Wearing Soyeon’s shirt? Are you fucking her too?” You moaned in response making her smirk as she watched your reactions. “She can’t have you. You’re mine and mine only.”

She watched as your hole swallowed her digits as she went faster, holding your thighs open. She felt your walls clenching on her fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. She pulls her fingers out ignoring your pathetic cries and pleas.

She fumbles with her sweatpants as she takes the off along with her boxers. She shoves her dick inside of you enjoying the moans you let out. It was no secret that Minnie was big, so she was reaching all the spots her fingers couldn’t. She gripped your hips smirking down at you as she watched your face. She leaned close to your ear as she spoke. “You wanted this didn’t you? You wanted me to fuck you like this.”

You mewled in response not able to speak coherent sentences. She chuckled calling you a dumb bitch that only wants to be fucked. You began to squirm slightly making her push down on your stomach as she feels something.

Both of you look down and see a tiny bulging disappearing and reappearing whenever she slides in or out. Her vision was clouded by lust as she went even harder slamming in and out of you. Your moans and mewls increased in sound with every thrust. You could feel a knot of pleasure building up in your stomach as your walls clenched on her dick.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned loudly your juices coating her dick. With a few more thrusts she pulled out as you whined missing her dick. She jerked herself off as her seed spilled on the shirt you were wearing. Her shirt.

She smiled as she pushed back inside you. She flipped you over so you were on your stomach. She began thrusting again even faster and harder as you babbled trying to form words. “We’re not done yet. I’m not stopping til I fill you up.” She growled in your ear as she placed a kiss to your neck.

She watched your ass jiggle with each thrust she made often smacking it. She loved watching her dick disappear inside you making her go feral as all she wanted to do was fill you up. Her thrusts got even more deeper and harder making the head broad hit the wall. You felt her tip kiss your cervix as you began to whine and moan louder than you already were.

You were still sensitive from your recent orgasm so the familiar pit in your stomach began building up again. Minnie could tell as she went back down to your ear. “Cum for me pretty girl.” That was all it took for you to completely come undone. You buried your face in a pillow as you practically screamed squirting so far it got on the shirt she was currently wearing and her lower abdomen.

She kept thrusting as she let out a low moan emptying her seed deep inside you. You both panted as she stayed inside you for a few minutes just trying to catch your breaths. She pulled out putting her pants and boxers back on.

She came back with a warm rag as she cleaned you up, she took off her current shirt changing to one of her hoodies as she got behind you cuddling. Eventually you were able to somewhat sit up obviously trying to do whatever it is you wanted to do. Minnie watched you with a smirk.

“By the way..my shirt? Imma need that back.” You gave her a confused look as you looked down at it feeling embarrassed slightly. “It’s soaked with your cum..” Minnie’s tongue ran over her lips “I know. I’m gonna keep it and make you wear it so then people will know your mine.”

You wanted to protest but decided not to when Minnie kissed you. Minnie kept to her word as the next day she made you wear her shirt the whole day. The other members knew from that day, not to let you wear their clothes ever again.

The long awaited Minnie version of “Imma need my shirt back”. Breeding kink and possessive Minnie go crazyy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#gidle #gidle thoughts #gidle smut #kpop gidle #fem! reader #minnie #minnie smut #idle imagines #idle thoughts #idle smut #idle #g!p #g!p minnie

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eilwen · 10 months

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Has anyone made note of this? (I may have missed if someone did.)

The temporary revolver that Brandon Marlon loans to Vash in Vol. 6 Ch. 1 is 98 Vash's revolver. Brandon Marlon is noted to be a 'direct descendant' of the legendary Frank Marlon - a more obvious nod to the 1998 anime.

It's a nice little detail. Nightow references the anime in other parts of the manga, blending the two canons.

*tosses*

#trigun maximum #trigun 98 #trigunbookclub #idle thoughts

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zarasu · 10 months

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What I think about Bingge

So, funny story: I did not start out liking Bingge. I doubt most people do. The first thoughts I had about him were "Damn, boy's fucked up" and "Who starts ripping off limbs without even asking questions first?" He seemed more like the final boss of a horror game than a fleshed-out character.

Then I finished the book and went "Ehh do I wanna read the extras?" Tbh, I skimmed a lot of them but the Bingge vs Bingmei one was one of the few I fully read, just because the premise sounded interesting.

And it was interesting alright, to see Bingge do something else than torturing people and ripping off arms. But none of it really made my brain light up until that little scene where Bingge watches Shen Qingqiu fuss over Bingmei. Then he asks him to come with him, to choose him, and Shen Qingqiu says no. Bingge returns to his own world, sad and alone.

"Well, sucks to be you," I thought, and "lol, I sure hope that doesn't awaken anything in me."

...

Two weeks later, I found myself lying in bed, thinking about Bingge with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

I really shouldn't be sad for him, I told myself. He has a big harem full of hot women to tell him how great he is all day. If he's not happy, then it's really his own fault.

But what if he's more the monogamous type, my heart wailed back. Or what if he's too fucked up to let anyone love him??

Ugh, alright, I gave in. Let's think about him then.

So, Bingge is a power fantasy made for incels. But even Bingge was Bunhe once. He shares a past with Bingmei and they are, at their core, the same person. And if you can say one thing about Bunhe, it's that he really has an undying hopeful streak. Sure, when Shen Yuan transmigrated, it took him a while to gain Bunhe's trust. But even after all the beatings and insults and humiliation, he did gain it.

Bunhe gave him his trust because he desperately wants Shen Qingqiu to love him. And, if not love him, at least like him. And if not that, then at least not hate him. When Shen Qingqiu actually showed notions of doing just that, loving him, he was all over that like a dog getting a treat and a head pat for the first time in his life.

But Bingge never got that. He hoped and hoped and kept hoping for Shen Qingqiu to show even a hint of affection and all he got in return was the firm assurance that, no, Shen Qingqiu would never feel anything but hate for him.

That has to give a guy issues. Probably makes him feel deeply unlovable. Hate himself, even. Binghe is a little dumb about things like these, he likely didn't give up hope until Shen Qingqiu physically pushed him into the abyss. He probably spent a lot of nights in the abyss crying into his dirty little sleeves.

But you gotta find ways to cope with heartbreak, right? So, eventually, lightly charred Bunhe stood up straight, turned his little determined protagonist eyes up to the sky and said: "I'm going to make him regret it! He will rue the day he cast me away!" And he went on to become stallion protagonist #1, demon emperor, conqueror, etc etc.

The thing is this: if you build your whole identity on the idea of making the guy who hates you regret his feelings, you're not really over him, you get what I'm saying? You're like, the opposite of over him. Not a good emotional state to connect to the hot women throwing themselves at you either.

So yeah, after that, Bingge did all kinds of things that aren't really that important, but eventually, he got Shen Qingqiu where he wanted him: in the water prison (also kneeling at his feet). And I'm sure I have an inkling of what went on in his dumb little head. It may have been something like:

"Aha!! Now I have the evil Shizun in prison, where evil men like him belong! Finally, people have told him how evil he is! I'm going to go and talk to him and make him see the error of his ways. And when the horror of what he did finally dawns on him, and he apologises, I might forgive him and give him another chance."

Shen Jiu being Shen Jiu, he probably laughed right in Binghe's face and also spit at him too, for good measure (as is, in this case, kinda relatable). So Binghe's righteous little plan didn't quite work out as he wanted it to. This procedure might have been repeated a few times but, well.

Binghe's emotions are already volatile on a good day. Add Xin Mo to that. Add childhood trauma and Shen Jiu to that. One time, he snaps and reaches out to rough Sqq up a little, just to make him regret his own behaviour. Underestimating his own strength, he rips off his arm instead.

Awkward situation, that.

What are you supposed to do after ripping off someone's arm? Maybe Binghe just went to bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his life choices.

See, at this point, another person might have thought: "My life is going in the wrong direction. I need to change something, maybe go on a journey of self-discovery or something."

But Binghe has never been the best at things like morals and ethics, no matter what version of him we're talking about. Even Bingmei, who had a comparatively more stable home life, never really got the hang of that stuff (Turning some people into lifeless husks? Well, better than fucking someone, right? The man you love apparently just isn't as insane about you as you are about him? Time to destroy the world^^)

Anyway, you gotta go on, and I'm sure Binghe found some convincing enough arguments for why ripping arms off was an acceptable thing to do.

"But Zar," you may interrupt me. "How can anyone think that's an acceptable thing to do?"

See, in all honesty? I think, deep inside, Binghe knows it's not. But right next to that knowledge lies another knowledge: it's that he's unlovable. And if he's unlovable, it can only be because, at his core, he's already rotten. And if you're already evil? You might as well do evil things, doesn't make much of a difference anymore.

So things escalate, surely not helped by Xin Mo. Shen Qingqiu loses limbs with the same speed other people lose socks, and when even that doesn't heal him of his evil ways, Binghe comes up with the whole Yue Qingyuan plot. And when even that doesn't help, he loses his patience and kills everyone.

Then he sits there, on his throne, surrounded by hot women, fully charred, not so little anymore, and without a Shizun he can hope to one day convince of his worth.

There sits Shen Yuan, a world away, growing increasingly frustrated at how purposeless Bingge's life has become.

Then the extra happens, and Bingge gets transported to a world where another Binghe got everything he ever wanted: the love of his Shizun. And, all at once, the hope he thought he had killed and buried flares back to life, never having been dead after all, and burns Binghe up until he's nothing more than the bare bones of his desperation.

But the other Shizun doesn't love him. He only loves the other, inferior Binghe. He looks upon Bingge coldly before he sees his husband and his eyes turn warm. And it's like Bingge is looking at a funhouse mirror, at a world of dreams and wishes that never came true.

In the end, he's still as unlovable as he has ever been. And he goes back to his own world, and he feels flayed with the knowledge of everything he will never have.

And I just think it's impressive how Shen Qingqiu manages to break every version of Binghe without even trying.

#svsss #svsss meta #original luo binghe #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #idle thoughts #pidw

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the-lady-of-the-labyrinth · 1 month

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It seems they can’t let Jews be Jewish. It’s okay so long as we’re self-aggrandizing or otherwise renouncing our faith, but the last thing they want to see is us being comfortable in our own skin.

#antisemitism #left wing antisemitism #jumblr #idle thoughts

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mugenfinder · 10 months

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Castlevania Judgement Simon gives off some mysterious vibes.

All the leather and buckles but the Vampire Killer is normal-looking, plain whip.

It looks like his outfit is too small for him, he can't close the vest and his thighs can't breathe. It looks hard to move in, especially with the shorts so tight with the embellishments.

Also why shorts? Trying to ambush these unholy beasts but they keep getting alerted by the squeaking latex bike shorts.

What did Obata mean by the womb tattoo starts at his shoulders and apparently travels down his legs?

He's supposed to be slaying the creatures of the night not serving them.

#castlevania judgment #fighting games #fgc #idle thoughts #character design

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silver-decanter · 1 month

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We need more slow and affectionate facefucking

#idle thoughts

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ftmshepard · 2 years

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Sometimes I contemplate Serious My Immortal, like, what if I wrote a fic that was just the plot of my immortal but like, with attempts at Serious Narrative Craft, the oc would be named Onyx Delerium, it'd be like

This was Tom Riddle? He seemed nice enough, nothing like the charismatic cult leader of Dumbledore's memories. Instead, he was a poor kid working at a clothes shop in Hogmeade, a Slytherin by family but not by any familiar stereotype.

#my immortal #idle thoughts #tom riddle #harry potter #fuck jkr

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snomoscribbles · 3 months

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so there's an Aonunete fic ive been working on to the side for a little bit and I wanted it to be a one shot, but I got carried away and now Im debating if I should post it chapter by chapter? uuuuuuuugh. decisions. Its Human AU where the Sully's do move into a new town but Neteyam stayed behind with Mo'at to graduate highschool with his peers. So Ao'nung meets Lo'ak first and while they do butt heads, they actually become friends without the extra animosity of the avatar setting and because of exposure therapy since they're on the same basket ball team. But Neteyam finally showing up after the school years up for him and Ao'nung is scrambling when he realizes Lo'aks golden boy brother is 100% husband material and he's gotta do something about it. But Neteyam isnt taking him seriously because he's his younger brothers best friend which puts him in adopted brother mindset and he cant figure out if he's grateful for the extra time to get his shit together or frustrated as fuck that he cant get this beautiful bastard to notice him. Just kind of an interest check on if I should start posting it, or just go ahead and wait till its finished? current title is "Best Friends Brother"

#avatar #navi #james cameron avatar #avatar way of water #avatar pandora #smitten aonung #aonung #neteyam #AU #fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #fanfic #idle thoughts #aonunete #neteyam x aonung #my thoughts #wip #thoughts

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samueldays · 1 month

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I sometimes think about writing a isekai featuring a guy who's the second summoned hero, asked to help fix all the problems caused by the well-meaning first guy packing several centuries of social upheaval into a few years of attempted uplift.

First guy's trajectory was roughly: "I should introduce the printing press and mass literacy" (mass propaganda) "and the gun" (several species hunted to extinction) "and assembly lines" (Luddite riots) "and democracy" (revolution) "why is everything on fire?"

#all #idle thoughts #literature

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siaslash · 2 months

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I've been having ideas for fem!Alastor. Which of course results in doodles as I ruminate. Here are some of those thoughts:

I feel the majority of Alastor would remain the same, however I think being born female would mean part of her masking her depravity would be leaning into the expectations of a proper lady of the time. During the day of course. Her dress and manner reflects that.

At night she still pounds whisky like a sailor and dances hard. She's full on flapper and dances alone or with anyone who asks. There, of course, are unsavory people who try to take advantage of her. And she takes advantage of them, using the damsel in distress method to get them alone before murdering them.

In Hell, she is more herself, but habits are hard things to break. Those who know her know the moment to truly fear are when she gets Very Polite. Cuz things are about to get very bloody.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #fem!alastor #idle thoughts

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sansebastinae · 1 month

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(narrator voice) it was in fact today this user learnt that Fernando’s blood type was not listed anywhere on the internet

#idle thoughts

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soyeonsbabygirl · 6 months

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"Backseat. Now."

Hard dom! Cho Miyeon x Reader

You had just seen Miyeon’s pictures from her Bazar photo shoot. Holy shit, when you saw the picture you immediately felt wetness gather in your panties. You texted her telling her to come pick you up. Right now all you can think of is how badly you want Miyeon.

You didn’t even wait. The minute you got in the car you both began making out. Her arms were wrapped around your waist keeping you close as she could. Your hands trailed down her chest as you kissed, she pulled you into her lap as you both were now making out in the front seat. Her grip on you tightened as she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with triumph “You really want this, don’t you?”.

You felt slightly embarrassed as she took in the sight of your swollen lips “Sh-Shut up…” your voice was barely a whisper. A smirk appeared on Miyeon’s face as she leaned near your ear “I don’t think I will.” She purred, leaning in to nip gently at your earlobe. She began trailing soft kisses down your neck causing you to whimper sending shivers down your spine.

Miyeon’s tongue traced the line of your pulse, one of her hands sliding lower to carress your inner thigh. “You like that?” She whispered against your neck. You nodded biting your lip, “good girl” Miyeon purred, her hand moving more towards the spot she was looking for.

She teased your folds with her fingers, circling and pressing softly against the hole. You moaned softly from her teasing. Miyeon smirked pleased with the effect she had on you. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured. Her fingers sliding inside you slowly and deliberately making you let out little moans and mewls.

“That’s it,” Miyeon encouraged, her fingers moving in and out of your tight hole in a slow, sensual rhythm. “Give in to the pleasure.” “Mm~…Miyeon..” you said letting out a breathy moan. As your moans became more consistent, Miyeon captured your lips in a possesive kiss. You moaned against her lips as you kissed her back. Miyeon’s fingers continued to work their magic inside of you. The kiss deepened as every inch of your mouth was explored by Miyeon’s tongue, claiming it as her own. Your moans increased against her lips as you felt yourself get closer.

She pulled away as she felt you clenching on her fingers, taking her fingers completely out of you. You whined immediately the second her fingers came out from inside you “wait please!…I want to cum!..” Miyeon gave you a mischievous look “Not yet, babygirl.” Tears pricked your eyes from frustration as you begged and whined.

Miyeon ran her tongue along her lips, as she looked deep into you pleading eyes. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You want it, don't you?” You nodded desperately wanting nothing but her. “Give in to your desire, my pretty baby ," Miyeon purred, her fingers sliding back inside of you, teasing your aching core.

"Submit to me completely, let me use you however I please.” You moaned as you felt her fingers slide back inside of you. “That's it," Miyeon cooed, her thumb finding your sweet spot. "Let go, baby girl. Give in to the pleasure.” Her voice had a certain possessiveness to it that made you feel somehow even wetter. Your moans bounced around the car, "that’s it," Miyeon purred, her thumb finding just the right spot inside of you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "You're such a slut for me.”

You moaned loudly as you felt your orgasm approaching. "Oh, don't stop now," Miyeon growled, her fingers moving in a rhythm designed to push you over the edge once more. "I want to hear you beg for release again.” Fresh tears ran down your face as you sobbed “Miyeon!~ Please!~” "Tell me more, baby," Miyeon whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"I want to hear you scream my name while you cum.” Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your body shook as you released all over her fingers. "See?" Miyeon whispered, her fingers gently stroking your swollen folds. "That was just the beginning, baby. You're going to be such a good little slut for me.” You were panting , your face still wet from the tears.

“You really are a little slut, aren't you?" Miyeon purred, reaching back to grasp your hips. "But I love that about you.” You felt her move you both to the backseat as she had you on your back. You exposed yourself to her even more to her as you took off your skirt and panties. “Why don’t you put your mouth to good use..” "So patient," Miyeon teased, her fingers tracing lightly over your sensitive skin.

"Just wait a little longer, my sweet little slut.” You whined as her fingers left goosebumps on your skin. “Please Miyeon…I want your tongue..” you begged. “Oh, but you don't get to decide," Miyeon purred, slowly trailing her tongue along your folds, teasing at your entrance. "You're mine to use however I please.”

You mewled softly as you felt her tongue right where you wanted her. "That's it, baby, surrender to me," Miyeon whispered, her voice low and dark as she pushed her tongue deeper into your tight entrance. "You're mine now, my little slut.” You thrashed from her tongue inside you moaning a string of curses. "Such dirty language," Miyeon chuckled, her tongue dancing inside you.

"But I love hearing it from your lips." She continued her rough, possessive ministrations, claiming your body as her own. You couldn’t help but moan and mewl as her tongue was inside you. You often rolled your hips more into her mouth despite the sensitivity you were feeling.

“You're so wet," Miyeon purred, her fingers sliding effortlessly into your folds to match the rhythm of her tongue. "You are all mine, understand?” the possessiveness in her tone more obvious. You moaned as she sucked on your clit harder. Her free hand squeezed your thigh, she increased the pace of her tongue moving in and out of you. She added in her fingers , both of them going deeper in your tight channel.

“ Oh fuck!~ Miyeon!~” you moaned loudly as you orgasmed all over her fingers and in her mouth. You were too busy riding your high as you babbled, not even saying coherent words. "That's it, come for me," Miyeon encouraged, her other hand lifting to massage your breast roughly through your shirt. She continued to torment your sensitive folds, her tongue flicking against the sensitive nub within. You kept moaning sounding more whiney, as you felt overstimulated.

Her hand on your breast made you squirm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. "You're so fucking cute when you squirm like that," Miyeon purred, her free hand sliding under your shirt to grope her bare skin. She replaced her tongue with her fingers and picked up her speed, determined to push the younger girl over the edge again. “S-Sentive!~ mm!~ Miyeon!~” Tears ran down your face as you felt her overstimulating you more and more.

"Y/n," Miyeon growled, her fingers digging into your soft flesh. "You're mine now, and you'll do as I please." She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling your neck. “Miyeon!~” You moaned a familiar feeling coming back to you. "That's it," Miyeon purred, she went down to your clit keeping her finger’s still inside you as her tongue made circles around you sensitive nub with renewed vigor. She used her other hand to grip your shirt tightly, pulling her closer.

"Give in to me.” You saw stars as you moaned so loud you practically screamed, you squirted all on her backseat and on her. "Fuck, yes!" Miyeon moaned, her free hand sliding between their bodies to rub against your clit roughly. She increased the pace of her tongue and fingers inside the younger girl's tight channel, determined to make you cum again and again.

You whined and moaned as you begged her. “Miyeon please!~ I can’t take any- Mm!~ More! Ah!~” Miyeon’s gaze was clouded with desire and lust as she looked at you. "Come for me, baby," Miyeon commanded, her voice low and demanding. She increased the pressure on your clit, determined to push you over the edge again.

More tears ran down my face. You sobbed as you moaned from this overstimulation. You came all over hand and her tongue yet again. "Fuck, yes!" Miyeon cried out, her body tensing up as she felt your juices coat her face and hand. She continued to thrust her fingers into the younger girl's pussy, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

“Miyeon Please!~ No more!~” You moaned begging her from how swollen and sensitive you were feeling. "Oh, but I'm not done with you yet," Miyeon purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. She pulled her fingers out of your slick folds, watching you gasp as you caught your breath. You felt your body becoming exhausted as your throat began to feel sore from how much you’ve moaned.

“Now, come here," Miyeon commanded, her voice firm. She reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer. Her gaze was hard as she leaned in pressing your lips together, claiming your mouth in a possessive kiss. You whined against her lips as, Miyeon's tongue slid past Sooyoung's lips, demanding entrance into her mouth. She took control of the kiss, her tongue dancing aggressively with yours. Your lips were swollen from how much you two have kissed, as you moaned softly.

Miyeon broke the kiss, her breath hot against your lips. Her gaze was intense as she stared down at you, who was now lying panting beneath her. "You're mine," she declared, her voice low and possessive.

“How much more do you think you can take?” Miyeon asked smiling darkly. When you didn’t answer, she pressed her hips against yours , rubbing your clits together. You moaned immediately from the contact obviously still sensitive “how~…mm!~ are you still able to- Fuck!~ right there!~ go another round!? Mm!~” you struggled to even say this without moaning. “Because," Miyeon replied with a low chuckle, "I'm not finished with you yet." She leaned in again, this time capturing your lips in another deep kiss.

You moaned and whined against her lips as you felt her grind her clit against your swollen clit against mine harder. Miyeon's tongue danced aggressively with yours, her free hand finding its way under your shirt to grope at your sensitive skin. She increased the pace of her grinding, determined to push both of you over the edge. Your moans increased as you felt yourself about to orgasm yet again.

"Come for me, pretty," Miyeon growled against your lips. "Let go and let me take you." She nipped at your bottom lip before grinding her hips even harder, seeking release from the intense pleasure coursing through her body. You moaned loudly as your hands went to her back leaving red angry scratches.

You had squirted yet again. Your juices were all over her backseat and on her clit glistening against yours. She kept grinding a bit as she felt her own orgasm moaning loudly. After she was somewhat calmed down, Miyeon smiled darkly, her eyes glinting with victory. "Good girl," she cooed, stroking a finger over your flushed cheek. "You're such a good little slut for me.”

You were tired and Miyeon could see on your face how you wanted to go home. "Not yet," Miyeon replied, her voice softening. "We’ll go home soon, but first, I want you to enjoy this one last thing."

She pressed a small vibrator against your entrance, watching as you flinched at the sudden intrusion. You began to moan and thrash immediately. "That's it, baby," Miyeon purred, her fingers rubbing around your clit gently. She increased the speed of the vibrator, relishing in the sounds of pleasure that escaped from your lips. You reached down trying to move the vibrator.

"No," Miyeon growled, her grip tightening on your wrist. "You're mine to play with." She leaned in close, your breath mingling as she whispered against your ear. “Miyeon~…Too sesnsitive..ah~…can’t last…mm~” You moaned out as fresh tears ran down your face. "You're so close," Miyeon whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let go, sweetie. Give in to me." She increased the speed of the vibrator once more, watching as your body tensed and convulsed around it. You moaned loudly as you coated the vibrator with your juices staining her backseat yet again. "Beautiful," Miyeon breathed, her eyes dark with lust.

She removed the vibrator from your body, then leaned in to press your lips together in a bruising kiss. When she pulled away she put a jacket over your body as she drove you both home. When you both got home she carried you to your shared room. she used a warm rag to clean between your legs and then laid with you holding you in her arms as you both fell asleep.

Fuck my Miyeon brain rot went insane with this. Part of this was from when I saw her recent photoshoot and the rest from a very VERY intense Miyeon craving. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#gidle #gidle thoughts #fem! reader #gidle smut #gidle imagines #miyeon #miyeon smut #idle smut #idle thoughts #idle

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eilwen · 10 months

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And they say romance is dead.

Joking aside, Vol. 8 further solidifies my appreciation for Meryl.

Hopefully I can put my long-winded thoughts into concise words when it comes to writing women/female characters and why I loved Meryl in the manga even when she's absent for a chunk it from Vol. 7 onward.

Good 'women/female writing', to me, is not just having more lines, more screen presence or more visibility because you can easily write a character that ticks all of those boxes and still be a shell, still be poorly written, still be misused and still fall into numerous stereotypes. Though we are seeing more female characters onscreen/on paper these days, there are still traps of 'women written by men usually for men or what they think a woman wants' with some variations (and of course some women can also find difficulty in writing women). Then there are times when women characters who are so incredible or powerful, they come off as unbelievable, as if writing a woman character is sometimes treated similarly to handling glass. Some writers are afraid to write women well, believing that it’s 'safer' to have the character be amazing and flawless than forgotten or absent (which can be problematic in a different way).

I love manga-Meryl because I know Meryl's arc, faults, growth, struggles etc.... Nightow really puts her through the ringer. We don't see her much in the later volumes once things get heavy since she's not the series' protagonist, but we learn that she has a full journey post-Colnago. Eventually she, as a person who is not super-powered in the way other characters are, assists Vash in the best way she can.

Vash is a plant, the Humanoid Typhoon, all these other labels, but he calls himself a simple gunman. So, when Meryl is the one to make sure that he has a gun despite everything she had experienced... ah, I had a lot of feelings.

Vol. 8, Ch. 3. ... God damn.

One of the best things Nightow did in Trimax was to write Meryl with doubt and fear and break her away from Vash in Vol. 6, because having a woman follow and care for a man blindly is frankly boring and adds little depth to a friendship or a relationship.

(This praise also extends to how Nightow writes Luida - but those are thoughts for some other time.)

I am also considering Meryl as one representation for humanity in Trigun Maximum's narrative. She is the ordinary person who has been unwillingly forced to witness devastation, destruction, loss etc. and is expected to continue after that. That is a difficult thing to overcome... and then to grapple with the idea of assisting that same force... I imagine that this is a very difficult responsibility. There are war films (good and bad films, from a range of nations) that touch on this theme of responsibility.

I'd like to think that real courage is understanding and overcoming a fear instead of having none.

And then in Vol. 8, Meryl does a small act. She asks someone else to help - something that Marlon later tells Vash to do (let his friends help him, I mean). Without grandeur. Kind of anti-epic. However, this small act is extraordinarily powerful because without that gun, Vash is unable to proceed.

We sometimes view power in such a black and white way when power can be asking someone else for help, trusting someone else, and not have it be about you.

Vol. 8, Ch. 5. A Marlon panel is always a good panel.

I love how Nightow illustrates this. In these panels, Vash is hearing Marlon talk about a 'guest'. Marlon never mentions Meryl's name. We know it's Meryl because we know what the back of Meryl's head looks like (and her legs, haha) but Vash is not seeing what we are seeing.

And yet, Vash knows.

#trigun maximum #trimax vol 8 #trigunbookclub #meryl stryfe #idle thoughts #typed this too quickly so might edit later

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