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moth--knight · 1 year

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a little trans bayojeanne scene below the cut, from a WIP I am working on

Jeanne watches Bayonetta bring a hand to her jaw, two fingers pressed gently just to the left of her chin, eyes focused on the children in the street below. It’s an old, nervous habit, back from the early days of their teenage years where the stubble would irritate her skin and Jeanne could reliably find her best friend in front of a mirror scowling at her reflection, shaving razor in hand.

She had spent late hours alone pouring over tomes in order to find a solution back then, determined to bring an end to the frustration. In the end, it had been her first successful spell modification (the conspicuous missing patches of hair on her legs that would never grow back the remaining proof of her early tests). She had presented it as a birthday gift for Cereza that year. It is with an undeniable fondness that she recalls the look of gratitude and love in her eyes, how Cereza had clung to her for long moments, assuring her that it was the best gift she had ever received.

She remembers before then with a deep fondness too - the bold kisses she had pressed to the edges of her cheek and jaw, stubble coarse and pleasant against her lips, assuring Cereza of her beauty. Even clearer in her mind are the blushes they would both sport for long minutes after, hands tentatively brushing, too afraid to do anything more, to acknowledge what was blossoming between them. It feels silly, that for how far they’ve come Jeanne still feels like her younger self, blushing hopelessly over the woman she loves, still unable to do more than stare in awe.

#bayonetta #bayojeanne #trans femme bayonetta #this WIP is wayyyy on the backburner but I still think this scene is sweet so #if you find this......enjoy!!!#my writing #moth writes #yes I do believe the power of sapphic trans love led jeanne to invent what is essentially magic electrolysis #confetti and I joked once that jeanne and bayo actually invented HRT back in vigrid #which honestly......yes #listen if they can summon demons with their hair they can also trans their genders is all I am saying #t4t bayojeanne is canon and is also everything #also cackling at the idea of jeanne going on T and her leg hair fills out EXCEPT for those spots #bayo lovingly strokes her hand over them when they sit together #oh my god going to make myself WEEP #anyway one day I will finish this fic

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boiohboii · 6 months

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The Royal Way

(Leclerc!reader x prince of monaco!OC)

After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco

in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.

N.B: I AM BACK WITH A DIFFERENT TYPE OF REVENGE SMAU! ALSO, FORGIVE ME IF THE FORMAT IS DIFFERENT I MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN SOME STUFF, I AM WORKING ON PT 2 RN SO HOPEFULLY YOU WON'T HAVE TO WAIT LONG! WARNINGS: not proofread, fuck ferarri (they are the bad guys here), also ferrari is written wrong, I will correct myself in pt2! Hope you like it! Let me know what you think!!

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MonacoUpdates: congratulations to our new princess, YN Leclerc, and our prince, Thierry, on their wedding. The entire nation wishes you a happy life together 💗💗.

username: PRINCESS YN LECLERC!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

username: NOOOO!! YN BABYY! WHAT ABOUT OUR KIDS

username: YN and Thierry are OUR ROYAL COUPLE

username: anyone remembers their paddock era?

username: the only time ferarri gave my boy a decent strategy

username: don't remind me, since they have been planning their wedding and not going to the paddock ferarri has been so shitty to Charles

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Charles_leclerc, Arthur_leclerc and lorenzotl shared a post.

We didn't want to let you go, none of us wanted to walk you down the aisle because that meant that you will not always be here, you will have your own family now, your own little ones to look after and not three younger brothers who just annoy you because they can. You always looked out for us, took care of us, walked us to school, took us to our races and cheered us on. You were always there, never leaving us alone; a presence we love and crave because your arms feel like home. Whenever mum would work too much you would help us with our homework, make us dinner and tuck us in. It was the happiest and the saddest day for us, to see you walking away from us in the arms of another man who will cherise you and love you to the end of time. We love you so so much, please don't stay away too long and visit us because we will always be your little ones.

Congratulations to the both of you ♥️♥️♥️

Princess_YN_Leclerc: God you three are making me cry. I love you three so much, I can never live without you. You were always spying on me whenever I'd mention a date, even when it was our country's prince it didn't deter any of you a bit. You will always be my three little musketeers who make me laugh, smile and scream.

username: MY THREE LITTLE MUSKETEERS!! FUCK OFF!!

username: God, this family makes me so sappy, I love it

username: BECAUSE YOUR ARMS FEEL LIKE HOME!!!

username: what my parents wished for when they had me and my brother

username: if they don't fucking post a video of the Leclerc boys walking their sister down the aisle i will scream, CAUSE I KNOW THEY WERE CRYING

landonorris: oh, they were fucking bawling mate

danielricciardo: full on sobs, even max was crying

maxverstappen1: I did no such thing

lewishamilton: I can confirm that max was weeping

maxverstappen1: fuck you man @.lewishamilton

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apclyptc · 4 months

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i’ll never tell you

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he’d never tell you. he couldn’t, he shouldn’t, and he knew that. so instead he’d try his best to hide it. his infatuation for you.

of course, chris’ brothers knew him well enough to see how obvious it was that he was obsessed with you. what they didn’t know, was just how desperate he was for you.

which was why he was currently in his room, in low lights so he couldn’t be seen, tugging at his dick with thoughts of you.

oh, how good he could make you feel. pushing thick fingers inside you, making you squirm, teasing you. giving soft kitten licks to your throbbing clit until you begged for more. chris thumbed the weeping tip of his dick, just imagining all the sounds he could coax out of you.

he swore he could hear you, even though you were only with him in his thoughts.

“chris, please,” you would cry, “please go faster.” and he would give in to you every time, eventually replacing his fingers with his hard cock, ploughing into you as fast and as hard as you’d want.

“fuck, y/n.” he moaned breathily in the silence of his room, stroking harder. your hands on his dick would look so small. he bet you couldn’t even fit a whole hand around him. chris wondered how you’d please him; would you be shy, as you pumped your hands up and down?

or, god, would you tease him just like he would to you? go slow just to torture him, make him beg for something, anything, before staring him down as you suckled on his tip? he just knows that’s what you’d do, licking a stripe up his cock, taking his balls in your mouth and messily stroking him until he released his load into that filthy mouth.

“take it all, fuck, come on baby, take it.” chris panted, feeling his balls swell, on the edge of his orgasm.

most of all, chris would give anything to feel your tight, wet cunt around him. clenching and gushing when he hit that sweet spot. you’d writhe and moan, desperate for him to let you cum, choking on your words, drool gathering on your chin because you couldn’t help but leave your mouth wide open when he thrusted into you again and again.

“oh, i’m gonna cum. gonna cum, y/n, gonna cum inside you-” chris groaned into nothingness, screwing his eyes shut as his cum coated his hand.

in shame, chris grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up. there went another night of him coming alone to the mere thought of you. he’d never tell you though.

maybe he didn’t need to, not since you were stood behind the door, listening with a hand underneath your pants. it’s okay. you were never going to tell him anyway.

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a/n wow. i surprised myself with this ngl. i be like y/n rn 😂😂😂😂😂😂

anyway, i have a REALLY good idea for a story. it’s both matt AND chris, and no it’s not a threesome. devil emoji. i won’t explain too much bc i don’t want to give away too much but there will be separate part 2s for matt and chris to go with this story. teehee! gonna start writing it now actually.

hope you enjoyed!

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Submissive! König Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con, Pegging, Edging, Teasing, Overstimulation, Gagging, Riding, Praise Kink (receiving), Slight Bondage, Cock Ring, Mention of Blood, Mild Painplay, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Submissive König, Dominant Reader, Mentions of Pain, Crying, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You', Profanity, etc.

Submissive König lives for your praise.

When you ride him, he goes absolutely feral, completely at your mercy.

When you sink down on him, he throws his head back into the pillows and moans.

He's a moaner - a loud one at that.

If you slap your hand over his mouth and tell him to "Be a good boy, be quiet for me,"--

He's nutting. Immediately.

He's secretly a massive fan of teasing and edging.

Though, when you carry on to the point that his cock is aching and red and weeping, he'll desperately slam his hips up into you, trying to get some sort of friction - release.

Man's fast af, and he's got a lot of stamina. He can go for hours.

Definitely a quick finisher, though if you demand ask him to hold out for you, he'll try his best.

And if he doesn't...well, he gets extremely whiny.

You overstimulate him , punish him to the point he's crying and sobbing, begging you to stop keep going.

And that's just when you're sucking him dry; if you're feeling particularly cruel, you'll usually wear a long, thick strap-on.

"You're not walking for the next week since you're being such a brat," you say, gripping his hair by the roots and lifting his head so he can hear the venom in your voice.

There's nothing he can do except take an absolute pounding from you, moaning your name into the pillows while his hands are cuffed to the bedposts.

All the while, you're calling him your "Good boy," praising him.

"You're taking me so well, Köni. Making it real easy for me to slip inside your tight little hole."

He'll beg you to stop, plead with you to pull out because he can't take any more, but you ignore him, stretching him out on the thick base of your strap-on.

"You should've thought about this before acting the way you did," you hiss. "I'm not gonna stop until you bleed."

If you feel that he's misbehaved in a way that's invoked your unrelenting discipline, you'll put on this one strap-on that makes König's face break out into fear like a rash.

It's long and fat enough that you can see it bulging in König's stomach when you're fucking him, reducing him to a whimpering, sobbing shell of a man.

Whenever he can tell you're going to break it out, he tries to talk you out of it, tries being democratic and barter with you, but your mind's made up.

By the time you're satisfied, he's passed out, breathing heavily, coated in sweat and cum and completely dead to the world.

You also enjoy using a cock ring on him to make sure he gets absolutely no release, not if he's undeserving of it.

You can practically see the base of his cock swell whenever he's close, ready to burst like a pipe.

But you don't let him cum. Not until you say so.

Gag him. Oh my god, GAG HIM.

König gets off on being completely helpless when he's with you, so if you make sure he can't talk or make a sound, his eyes will be rolling into the back of his head.

"You can try to scream and cry as much as you like; nobody's coming to save you."

But be gentle with him during aftercare :-(; he's very fragile after sex and he just wants you to praise him and tell him he did well.

Bathe with him, stroke his hair, press kisses to his temples and his face will just light up like ☺️.

He feels loved and accepted when he can be his true, genuine self with you, different from the other König he becomes on the battlefield.

And it's the thought of you that keeps him going every day, regardless of how grueling or death-defying the mission is.

He's your "Big guy," your "Teddy bear," and nothing will ever take that away from him.

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kalki-tarot · 7 months

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Channeled love messages 💌໒꒱ ‧₊˚

🤍 Pick a pile | masterlist 🤍

Disclaimer — The images I use to select a pile are from Pinterest, I hope the readings will resonate with you. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make in your life based on my readings. I'm just a beginner and these readings are just for fun and purely based on intuition and tarot and channeled messages.

Pile 1

My desires and prayers were always very less. But god gave me you without asking for you. You entered my life by God's grace. I've got everything without asking. Kind, god has been very kind to me.

I want to take your hands into mine and look in your deep eyes to know what is it that you desire, so that I can fulfill everything you wish.

Just a while ago, I was incomplete. Now that you're here, I'm complete. I can only sleep with you near me. I can only sleep after looking into your eyes.

Nowadays i feel like, you are my only worship, i only have faith in you. And no one else. I don't know, god is very kind to me.

What kind of punishment is this? Why are you in my mind all the time? My nights are sleepless, my heart is racing. What should I do? What should I do about this connection of ours? Yours and mine relation is very old, beyond life and death, beyond births and rebirths.

Now these prayers don't work too. You took away my peace of mind. Whenever I breathe, i feel you. Whenever I close my eyes, I see you. I feel very loving towards you.

Pile 2

Whenever I came near you, I felt peace. The existence of mine, which I've long forgotten, was reminded by this silly heart of mine. Whenever there was a season of sadness, I remembered you. Oh! My heart. I should control it. Whenever my heart weeps due to loneliness, I remember you. My heart doesn't stop from loving you. I can't stop falling for you. I can't stop thinking about you.

I don't know why is this happening. I should stop here, right? I should not cross my boundaries. Right?

Everyday I pass by your house or place in the hope that someday you'll see me. We'd meet and see each other. (Not a stalker vibe, but a hopeless yet hopeful energy).

The whole house lights up when there's a news of your return. The whole house smells of you. Your sweet fragrance enriches the heart of mine. You make my evenings beautiful then my mornings too. I've been thinking about you all night. My heart is filled with your fragrance.

Wherever I go, I see you. I find you in the green, swaying leaves of trees. And even in the flowing water of the river. How can I stay without you? Please stay with me. Please be near me.

Pile 3

This is the truth, The truth love has taught me. My love, you showed me how the world really is. You showed me a place where the storm never ends, you showed me a world where the night never ends.

You took me to the realm(kingdom) of love, With you by my side,l left this world behind.

Every moment l was filled with fear. Every step l took made me more afraid. My love, you turned my day into night. My love, why did you do this to me?

Maybe this was written in my destiny, either I get this world or not. You were on the other side and I was on the other one. There had to be a beginning. Being yours is magical.

Again meeting somewhere else is magical. Time was passing by, we both were sitting near each other. There were many people around us, but only we met eachother. And we've both changed alot since that day we met. There was something unique or special bond between us. That's why we met. Your and my existence is magical. Our meeting is magical.

Just look at my simplicity (?) You made a promise and I believed it. In the state of intoxication, I called you God. Whatever said, was rightly said. Look at the affection and love of mine towards you. The way I respect, love, admire you with plain simplicity. The state in which I'm now is a gift from you to me. I ruined myself in your affection and love. It was a story of a night only, but I waited for you life long.

There were problems in love already, and I created one more. As I'm complaining about this injustice, your eyes are becoming teary. You became sad just by this much? Why are you upset at my condition? Does your heart still love me? Why did you turn your face away? Tell me if you still love me.

Pile 4

After meeting you, I found out what love actually is. I forgot about everything. I don't even remember how the day passes and night comes. In just one meeting, in your company, my colors changed. What did you do to me?

Now I'm just drowning in the heavenly depths of my heart. The emptiness in my heart resides no more, love and happiness bloomed in my heart. After meeting you, I found out what passion is.

I forgot what peace is as I'm in love. My heart races and the fire in my heart keeps growing. I wanto to write letters to you. Be my lovely penpal. We'd write each other letters and talk about our day.

We met in the garden do you remember me? It was love at first sight. I'm the tall one who wears glasses and has a cute smile and silly hair. (This person has a prominent and big smile)

You opened the doors of my heart, the love and emotions are flooding inside my heart. I'd love to comb your hair darling. My love is as deep as the ocean. We'd sit by the firewood and talk for hours. You'd be in my arms. And I'd just adoring the way you speak and smilem

I get tarot readings about you. They say we're already destined to be each other's lifetime partners. Aren't we? My love. Can i have a cute lil kiss?

I wanna hug you. You feel very warm, comforting and home-like. I love being with you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Just one condition, our love will never fade away for eachother.

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Please ignore grammatical errors, english is not my first language.

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cyberrose2001 · 7 months

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Kinktober: Day 2

Prompt: Titfucking

TFP Optimus x afab reader

Warnings: reader has big honkers, cum milking, some light oral (reader giving)

Word count: 678

“Oh, Primus…” Optimus moans breathily. Optics narrowed to pinpricks as he watched his spike disappear behind the band of your lacy white bra and into your cleavage.

Optimus had always had an infatuation with you, and you weren’t entirely sure why at first; you were just like any other human he’d seen. But the longer you had dwelled on it, the quicker it took to realise that it wasn’t just you he was longingly staring at.

He had been staring at your tits. Optimus Prime, the gentle and seemingly innocent leader with the frame of a Greek god, had been shamelessly ogling at your tits.

And you don’t blame him, honestly. You were a reasonably endowed human, blessed and cursed with a larger-than-average cup size. It’s no surprise that Optimus had been curious about them or, more likely, turned on by them. And it was no surprise that you had started to appreciate the attention from him and enjoyed how his intake ceased to work when you would wear a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top to the base when the days got hotter.

But today, it was the berthroom that got hotter instead.

Curiosity killed the cat? No, curiosity makes the mech a begging, whining mess between your tits.

“Ohh, you like that, huh?” You moan with him, hands cupping the outside of your bra as you teasingly drag his engorged cock through your cleavage.

Optimus shudders as he melts into the berth, servos fisting the sheets as the tip of his sensitive spike disappears into your flesh, “I… I do.”

You give him a sultry chuckle, bouncing your breasts along his length, “Never would’ve guessed that Optimus Prime himself would have a thing for boobs, or do I just turn you on that much?”

“I… cannot help myself. You are so soft, so…” Optimus bites his dermas, moving his servos to push your hands away so he can squeeze your breasts around his spike himself, “Nggh… so foreign.”

You suck in a sharp breath as he massages them through your bra, and you can just feel his spike throbbing between your flesh as he does so. It’s arousing to watch him, so much that you’ve started rubbing your thighs together to stave off the aching heat pooling in your abdomen.

“Oh, Optimus, that feels so fucking good.” You whine, your own hands finding purchase on his Adonis belt.

Your praises must’ve done something to him, a snap of a cord that tosses all caution to the wind as he starts to fuck up into your tits. His servos squeeze them to keep you still as he loses himself in his long-awaited fantasy.

“F-Frag, I’m…” Optimus trembles, hips shuttering as he frantically chases his climax, “A lot closer than I -hggff- intended to be.”

“Aww, you’re so turned on you’re gonna overload already?” You try to tease, but you’re not too far behind yourself; the vibrations from his hips snapping into your chest travel straight to your core.

“Primus Y/n, if you continue to talk in that manner, I’ll- ahhhg!-“ Optimus involuntarily arches his back struts when he feels your tongue dart out to meet with his weeping tip.

And that’s the last straw for him. Optimus stills, letting your name fall from his dermas in a filthy, whimpering cry as he spills himself, spike throbbing and hot. Warm, sticky trans fluid floods between your breasts and leaks out of your cleavage. Some hit your chin, and some you can feel leaking from the bottom of your breasts. You keep still, letting him ride out the after-shocks with a few rolls of his hips.

“Oh, Primus…” Optimus groans, frame going limp after milking himself. He peeks down at you, and his softening spike pulses and hardens again at the sight.

You’ve peeled off your drenched bra and started to crawl up to sit on his abdomen, “You think my tits are the best thing we humans have to offer?” You moan, rubbing your aching heat along his spike, earning a sharp hitch of Optimus’ breath. “Just wait until you’re inside me.”

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dairy-farmer · 4 months

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Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim #dicktim #damitim #jaytim

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satanprotectsme · 1 year

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Baby's First Heat

Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader - Smut

A/N This is the first smut I'm posting onto here so I really hope it's okay!! There isn't much plot... but who cares!

Summary: With Eddie being a couple years older than you, he presented as an alpha a while ago. Along with your presentation as an omega, came your first heat. Eddie's there to coach you through it.

Warnings: A/B/O, pain kink, biting kink, piv sex, oral f!receiving, breeding kink, established relationship,

wc: 1.5k

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I wasn’t been able to lull myself to sleep at all last night, my body incalescent. I tore my nightgown off, assuming it was just another torrid, Indiana night, until it got worse. There was hot, sultry, slick pouring out of my pussy. I reach my hand between my legs. I had no clue what was going on with me, but it was 2 in the morning, and that was the solution.

But now it's about 10 am, and I've been rubbing my dripping folds for hours. Mewls wrestling their way past my lips, racking my whole body along with them. I shove my face into Eddie's worn out Metallica t-shirt, tightly clamping my thighs together.

He only goes to school like, once a week, and it had to be today? My phone ringing startles me, making me hurtle myself out of bed. Pulling it to my ear, the voice on the other side makes even more slick pour between my legs.

"Sweetheart? You told me you'd be at school today, where are you? I only came to see-"

"Eds," I breathe. "Please come over, need you s' bad."

"Being horny is not an excuse to not come to-"

"I think I-I presented Eddie, please, it- it hurts so fucking bad," I sob, my biceps quivering at my feeble attempt to hold myself up.

"Oh shit, I knew something was up last night. Give me ten minutes, tops," the phone buzzed as he hung up. I couldn't hold myself upright long enough to place it on the reciever, the coil keeping it from slamming against the floor.

God, how could ten minutes feel like years? My humility dead and buried six feet under, I start to rut my weeping cunt on the duvet. My clit's red and raw, the knit fabric creating a throbbing feeling on my heat . Clamping the ear of my big teddy between my teeth, I try to hold back the pathetic noises from leaving my lips.

When I hear a tap on my window, I squeak. I reach over and unlock it, my body not having enough power to push it open for him. He crawls through, hurridly kicking his boots off.

"Fuck, your slick smells so sweet, nectarous, sweetheart " Eddie sighs, pulling me close. With one hand tangled in my hair, and one on my mound, he pushes me to the bed. “Shoulda’ called me earlier Omega, what if another Alpha smelt you from outside?”

“S-sorry Eddie,” I whine softly into his ear, he laughs softly.

“I bet you’d let any Alpha in here to satiate you, to imprint you with his scent, yeah?” He caresses my thighs, awaiting my response.

“No Alpha! Only wan’ you Eds, you‘re the only Alpha I want please!” I wail, grabbing his head and pulling him into me.

Our lips slam together, our teeth clashing in the process, but care and inhibition were thrown out the window. My heads fuzzy. Eddie’s musky, forest scent coalesces beautifully with my sweet, vanilla aroma, emobodying our dynamic. Unravelling our lips, they drift down to my neck, not hesitating to sink his canines into the flesh. His tongue traces the marks buried in my flesh. Deep, chocolate eyes, hazy with lascivousness, gaze up at me. "Can I taste you, baby?"

"Please Alpha! 'S all I want, please!" I whine, wrapping my fingers into his hair. Eddie pulls his jacket off and brings himself face level to my folds. As slick pours out of me, Eddie presses his face against my thigh, inhaling my aroma. He sucks a small, violet mark into my inner thighs, running his tongue higher and higher until he reaches my heat. When he flattens his tongue against my pussy, I can't help but to squeal, pushing Eddie's head closer to my cunt. A single tear rolling down my face, I wrap my legs around his head.

"You taste so fucking good, my Omega, taste even sweeter than you smell," He sighs before sucking my clit between his lips. His saccharine words make more slick release from my cunt, my body behaving without input. Pushing two fingers between my folds, his tongue flicks my clit back and forth in a hypnotic pattern. A moan gets caught in my throat when I feel his fingers bruise my g-spot.

I couldn’t tell if it was because of my desperate frenzy, but this was the best head he’s ever given me. With my hands tangled in his curls, I tug on his hair. He growls and bites down on my clit. I whimper and wrap my legs around his head.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum my alpha! Can I? Please?"

"Of course my Omega, cum all over my face," The second I process his permission, slick pours from my folds as I howl, grinding my cunt on his lips. My cum squirts from between my folds, spattering all over Eddie's face. He moans, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Good girl, my sweet and perfect omega."

"Thank you Alpha!" I pull him by his hair so I can press a hot kiss on his lips, something that had been overlooked until now. When my tongue tangles with his, I can taste my own cum. I whine into his mouth. He pulls away from me, unbuckling his belt. The second his clothes are off, I'm pulling him back into my embrace, yearning for the feeling of my alpha's skin against mine. He grinds his cock against my soaked thighs. I hold his shoulders, pushing my hips into his.

"You want this cock, Omega?" He growls into my ear. I whimper, hastily nodding my head. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

"Please Alpha! It hurts so bad! I need ur big cock stuffed inside of me! Need you to knot me and fill me with your babies! Please!” I beg and plead. Eddie just chuckles and starts pushing the tip in, finally mounting me. The insert definitely burns, his dick stretching my cunt to its limits, but the slick helped him slip in. When his sack pressed against me, he stills, licking away the tears that are streaming along my hot, roseate complexion. The hormones blurring his judgement, Eddie immediately starts thrusting his cock in and out of my cunt. The pornographic squelching sounds are almost as loud as my moans.

Enfolding me in his embrace, I scratch my nails down Eddie’s spine, he growls in my ear. My face buried in his neck, his musk deluging my senses, a thick fog clouding my senses. Barely holding my eyes open, I pull myself back, wanting to stare into Eddie’s eyes. His salacious gaze keeping me still, a smirk drawn perfectly on his lips. A primal growl leaves his lips as he reaches down to rub my clit.

"You're doing so good my little Omega, being such a good girl for her first heat," Eddie praises me. I nod, wanting to thank him, but all I can do is babble with each thrust of his hips. "Want me to mark you up? Imprint you so no other alpha will ever come near you? Want everyone to know you belong to me?"

"Please Alpha! C-claim me! Mark me with your scent!" I wail. A carnal, animalistic howl rips through Eddie's chest as he grips my waist, pulling me down onto his cock. I replace his finger, that was once on my clit with my own. "Fuck, Alpha! Can I cum? W-wanna cum all over your dick. Want you to fill me with your knot, please!"

"Cum for me, omega, gonna fill you up. My scent is going to be leaking off of you for days," With his permission, the speed on my clit is hurried, trying to rush myself to the edge.

"Thank you Alpha!" I moan, holding him close as I convulse. Wrapping my legs around him, I enclose him between my thighs, clasping him as his knot expands inside of me. Gasping for air, but it's all thick with aphrodesia, syrupy and saccharine with our mixing scents. A goofy smile takes over Eddie's lips, a stark contrast to the pointed smirk he's been wearing since he got here.

"We- uh- might be stuck here for a while," He chuckles, petting my hair. I look down, his knot bulging in my stomach. Eddie presses down on it, making me whimper and turn my head away from him. He leans down, whispering in my ear. "You're all mine now, my sweet, little omega."

"Just wan- be yours," I babble, my brain still incoherent, just happy to be claimed. "Thank you Eds," I whimper, a little smile matching my cloudy eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, but you'll have plenty of time to thank me, I don't think I'm leaving for the next few days."

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moths-are-better · 1 month

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one time I stockpiled a whole bunch of incorrect quotes and I think I should finally post them

Eva: Why are you on fire? Dally: This is just how my day is going.

Eva: We have to plan, we have to figure something out. Yugo: Eva, when have any of our plans ever actually worked? We plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose.

Eva: How the hell are you still alive? Ruel: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.

Adamai : Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

Adamai : What goes up but never comes down? Eva: The amount of stress you're bringing this family.

Yugo, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Yugo: Is that a gun?! Amalia : It's not what it looks like! Yugo: It looks like a gun! Amalia : Okay, maybe it is what it looks like, but in my defense, it doesn't have anymore bullets, so I technically can't shoot it anymore. Yugo: ...ANYMORE?!

Adamai , singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fucking ice Amalia , also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

Adamai : Can I borrow five dollars? Yugo: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back? Adamai : Of course. Adamai : Not directly, but with my love and affection. Yugo: So that’s a no.

Adamai : STOP! *Everyone stops* Adamai : wAiT a MiNuTe-

Cop: What are your names? Yugo: Don't tell them, Amalia . Cop, writing: Amalia ... Yugo: Crap. Amalia : Nice going, Yugo. Cop: Amalia : Uh oh.

Adamai : That's it, I'm cutting off the internet! Yugo: No, please don't! I have a family to feed! Adamai : Adamai : What? Yugo: I need to feed my Neopets!

Ruel: You know, I used to play back in my gory days. Dally: You mean glory days? Ruel: Ah, that too.

Yugo: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Amaila: What's that? Yugo: Remorse code. Amaila: I'm even angrier now.

Yugo: Amaila and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's- Amaila: Sentences. Yugo: Don't interrupt me.

Yugo: What’s up guys? I’m back. Amaila: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Yugo: Death is a social construct.

Amalia : You're violent. Yugo: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Yugo: Amalia and I are no longer dating. Amalia : Yugo, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Yugo: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Amaila: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Yugo: How petty can you get? Amaila: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Chibi: You need a hobby. Yugo: I have a hobby! Chibi: Hitting Quilby isn't a hobby.

Eva: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Dally and I are dating. Dally, Adamai, Amalia , and Yugo: *gasp* Eva: Dally, why are you surprised?!

Amalia : Dally! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Dally: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

Amalia : Dally, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement- Dally: Aww, thanks- Amalia : But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

*Dally is fighting a monster* Adamai: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it! Dally: The power to believe in myself!? Adamai: No, a knife! Stab it!

I have more so I’ll post them eventually

#I’ve had some of these for months #wakfu #ankama #wakfu yugo #yugo wakfu #wakfu amalia #eliatrope council #wakfu s4 #Wakfu incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #wakfu dally #wakfu tristepin #wakfu percedal #wakfu evangelyne #amalia wakfu #amalia sheran sharm #wakfu yugo x amalia #yugo #yugo sheran sharm

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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can you do a kyle smut where he gets overstimed by his girlfriend praises him <3

Heaven Help You

note: this gif oh lord...unholy. this will be pre-death!kyle because idk he's epic or whatever (i know the gif is frankenkyle, sue me)

warnings: loads of sm*tty sm*t, overstimulation, oral sex, praise

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I looked down at his beautiful face. His blonde hair strewn across the pillow. Curls stuck flat to his forehead, glued down by beads of sweat.

I was on top of him. Taking a pause. Straddling his bare torso. Hand on his cock, unmoving. His breaths were short and ragged.

'Y/N, please,' he pleaded.

'No, not yet,' I commanded. He nodded, holding in his orgasm. 'Good, good.'

I repositioned myself, crawling back on all fours, making my mouth level with his erection. I put a hand around his dick again, making him flinch at my touch. I nodded with satisfaction. He was exacmtly where I wanted him.

I licked the head slightly, keeping eye contact with him. His whole body tensed as he let out a small moan. I wrapped my mouth around his cock, pumping my mouth and hand at a steady pace. His hips bucked at the contact. His veiny hands gripped the sheets tightly.

I took him as deeply as I could, just nearly his full length, down my throat. I pulled my hand away, letting my mouth continue to do all of the work. Keeping my eyes trained on his face, I watched as he screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip.

The pained look on his face told me everything I needed to know. I put my all into giving him head until he came inside my mouth. I made a point of sitting back on my heels to swallow it. He groaned in pleasure at the sight.

I inched back up his body griping his blonde curls in my fingers. Breathless, I began pumping his cock with my hand again.

'Keep your eyes on me,' I said, using my other hand to grab his face. 'I want you to look me in my eyes.' He obliged, training his pleading, deep brown eyes on mine. 'You're doing great, Kyle,' I praised.

I pumped his dick until it was once again erect. I took the base of it in my hand guiding it into my weeping cunt. I rode him feverishly, watching Kyle try not to go limp with ecstasy.

'Stay with me,' I muttered, 'keep your eyes on me.'

He whimpered softly, trying not to succumb to pleasure.

'You come when I tell you to,' I continued.

He grit his teeth and sucked in air sharply, trying with all his might not to let go. I removed myself from him, denying him the touch he so craved. I dropped down on the bed next to him, panting. He didn't move, awaiting instruction.

'I want you to fuck me,' I panted. 'Kyle, fuck me.'

'I- I can'-' he stammered.

'Be a good boy. Come on,' I instructed.

Shaking, he swung a leg over me and took the position on top. He positioned his fists on either side of me, then guided his quivering member into my core.

'God, fuck,' he muttered, beginning to thrust inside me. Sweat was dripping off his brow. Against his every natural instinct, he continued to fuck me, keeping the eye contact I asked him for. I couldn't help but moan loudly, his cock hitting me perfectly in my center.

I could feel my own orgasm coming. My plan was working.

'Okay Kyle," I breathed, 'you can come for me.'

In perfect harmony, both of us came at the exact same time. It was as if angels were singing. His moan came out as more of a scream. Minutes of tension building up to that moment finally being let out.

His strength failed him. He crashed down onto the bed next to me, gasping for air.

'Very good, Kyle,' I whispered, sitting up to kiss him on his forehead. 'Very good.'

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Ah, besties this was a lot. Sorry, my whore side came out on ya. Thank you for the request! I hope I did it justice. Excuse me if there are typos, I almost feel like I can't read this back again or I'll go to hell...

#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #evan peters x reader #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #kyle spencer imagine

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acetone4veins · 23 days

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Mean Girls + Quotes Part 2

Find part 1 here

More quotes that remind me of mean girls characters and their various relationships :)

Regina

"i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn."

unknown

"i have survived everything but i fear that i cannot survive myself."

Cynthia Chapman

"was i raised without love? or was i born unlovable?"

unknown

"am i lonely because no one cares, or am i lonely because i'm not strong enough to let anyone get close enough to care?"

Rob Hill Sr.

"of course i look angry all the time. my entire life i've been fighting a war. i am soaked in pain and sadness. the irony however, is that i'm not actually angry, i'm trying to learn how to be happy. and that in itself is a war."

unknown

Cady

"i thought - i want to go home. i want to be in a place that feels like home. where that was, i did not know."

Katie Kitamura

"i understood myself only after i destroyed myself. and only in the process of fixing myself did i know who i really was."

Sade Andria Zabala

“do you ever wonder where you took a wrong turn? where your life became the exact opposite of what you wanted it to be?”

unknown

"i have always tried to make a home for myself, but i have not felt at home in myself."

Jeanette Winterson

Janis

"of course i'm angry. do you have any idea how many times someone should have helped me?"

unknown

"hurt an artist and you'll see masterpieces of what you've done."

unknown

"i don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though i may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful."

Susan Sontag

Gretchen

"what a sick little head, your love always turns into obsession."

unknown

"i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

unknown

“i only know how to exist when i’m wanted.”

Mary Lambert

"i don't want to beg. i know you can feel it, my longing, the aching, my need for love. i don't want to beg. but oh god - oh god, please. please. love me. love me."

unknown

"for once i need to choose myself, or else i'm going to lose myself."

Veronika Jensen

Karen

“i believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. i believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. i believe while i tremble; i trust while i weep.”

Charlotte Brontë

Regina and Janis

"longing, how soft a word for such a ravenous feeling. how we hunger in silence."

Pavana

"dig your teeth into me. come on, i dare you. take a bite. open me up; raw and candy floss pink on the inside. make it hurt. i figure, you're going to hurt me one way or another. might as well be with your mouth."

Ashe Vernon

"i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands."

unknown

"you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love."

Franz Kafka

"i love you and i always will and i am sorry. what a useless word."

Ernest Hemingway

Regina and Cady

"i love you. i love you unconditionally. i loved you even in my ignorance. i loved you when i didn't even know. i just love you."

unknown

"and on some days, i wish our paths had never crossed because you don't know how heartbreaking it is to know that someone like you exists in this world and i cannot have you."

unknown

“i must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively.”

Henry Miller

"i still haven't figured out how to sit across from you, and not be madly in love with everything you do."

William C. Hannan

“fuck my pride. fuck everything. i’m so desperately hungry for you.”

Henry Miller

Gretchen and Karen

"the way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes."

John Mark Green

"when i think of life, i think of you. when i think of love, i think of you. safe to say that i really like thinking about life with you."

unknown

"come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can't just stand on it."

Dino Ahmetovic

Regina and Gretchen

"i suffer in my loving, and you know it."

Willa Cather

"i loved you to the point of ruin. i loved you until my lungs were filled with ash."

Tina Tran

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crowisconfused · 21 days

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so....my boyfriend really likes tactical masks and such.

Yesterday it got me thinking, i should really invest in some tactical gear. We can plan to go to a little halloween party around that time, and i can suit up all the way, boots, pants, shirt, vest, gloves, holsters, yknow, everything. The last piece will be the mask, and I already know he'll have a hard time looking away from me.

"Well...don't just stand there staring, let's get going."

So we'd leave, reaching the party in a blur, hand holding on our way in, and we'd soon enough find some people we know and start chatting.

I wouldn't fail to notice the way he was clinging to me, groping at my body, but I'd stay standing tall, conversing normally with our friends...until i hear a whine, and i bring a hand to grip onto one of his arms, a tight hold as i address our friends one final time,

"Excuse us for a minute,"

And i'd be towing him off to one of the bathrooms, cornering him against the counter after locking the door. I'd pick him up, sit him on the counter and position myself between his legs.

"Needy little thing....couldn't even use your words to tell me what you wanted, hm?

I'd bring my gloved hands down to unbutton his pants, leaning in close over his shoulder to his ear.

"You want me to keep all the gear on, hm?

He'd whine, nodding his head fervently, and i'd chuckle, murmuring 'okay, okay' as i tug down his pants and ghost a finger along that wet spot on his boxers, making him gasp softly. I smirk underneath the mask i have on, and press against him more, before removing my hand and sliding a finger beneath the waistband of his boxers.

I would tug them down, and then move my hands to my pants, not wasting time in freeing my erection and pressing it against his weeping hole, groaning at the contact. I stop there, and press my one hand beside his head.

"What do you want from me, pup?"

I'd keep direct eye contact with him, his pathetic little face, staring up at me with big doe eyes, pleading. He'd whimper, try to rut against my cock but i'd keep him in place, shaking my head.

"Nuh uh.....Use your words."

And he cries again, before clearing his throat.

"Please- Sir- Oh god-"

"Mhm?"

"Fuck- Fuck me, please, need you inside of me-"

I'd smile, pressing myself against his entrance, the head popping in with a slick sound.

"Good boy." I'd coo, pushing into him balls deep, groaning at the feeling of his tight walls sucking me in.

#t4t #gay #trans #t4t nsft #trans man #trans nsft #ftm nsft #puppyboy #catboy #tactical gear #tactical

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kaylinalexanderbooks · 9 days

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OC questionnaire

Thanks to @drchenquill here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @elsie-writes here, and @dyrewrites here!

My last questionnaires:

Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey here.

Carmen, George, Akash, Sam, Lexi, and Ash here.

Gabriel, Carla, Parker, Rose, Alex, and Ewan here!

Below the cut I'll do: Liam, Hye-Jin, Wendy, Wade, Issa, and CJ!

#1- Liam

Which color do you hate?

“Beige. Oh my God, it's just a boring color. I thought that we were past this. Different shades of beige and brown are being used to be the ~aesthetic~ of so many people on Tiktok. Ma'am, where are you from, Boringsville??? I'm not dissing brown. Brown is a great color. But beige??? Who thought this would look nice on anything, much less everything? Why are all of your walls beige--you look like you live in a sandcastle. Man, I feel bad for Hye-Jin. Her powers appear beige! You poor thing. I have brown. An awesome color, remember. So earthly. Anyway, beige can go die with the sand in the Yukon River Basin for all I care. If I go into your house and see one beige wall, I'm leaving. A rainbow is weeping. You disgraced the rainbow. How dare you.”

If all the sounds in the world would cease to exist, which sound would you miss the most?

“I don't see the point in making me choose a favorite sound. Also, how do you know sound stopped? Ceased to exist? Sound exists as a vibration through matter. Why would that vibration suddenly stop? How do you know we didn't all just go deaf? That's a significantly more logical explanation than sound disappearing. And if you think I don't have an answer and am just avoiding the question, you're very mistaken. I'd miss people's voices. For a variety of reasons. Connection, analyzing tone, nuances of emotion or thought, even my own voice. Sure, I'd be able to learn a gesture-based language--I am not saying voice is the most important thing to hear. But considering I like a good oral debate, I would still miss it, even if it would take me time to adjust to the new mode of speaking. Next!”

What is the first rule you learned as a child?

“You are going to have to rebel and argue your way out of everything. You may or may not be able to tell, but I am a strongly opinionated person. I can make an argument out of everything. Knowing how to back stuff up with logic and facts to get your way. Push and push and push. Know your shit. If you're wondering how this was the first rule I learned, one of my first memories is refusing to eat my carrots because they were bad. I was...three and a half maybe. And I told my mom, 'if I eat these carrots, I will throw up, and then I'd have to eat more food, and you get mad when food is wasted'. I then ate carrots and threw up. Never had to eat them again.”

#2- Hye-Jin

What is one embarassing memory from your childhood that you can't shake?

“Oh, oh no. First day of class, kindergarten. I had to introduce myself in front of the class. I was so excited for my first day of class. I wore this cute little dress, my hair in high pigtails and bows. But when I stood in front of everyone else, I got so sick I threw up. I think I ate something like prune juice in the morning. My dress was ruined. Had to be walked to the nurse to change. Wore that the rest of the day.”

What would you take with you if you were trapped on a desert island for one week?

“Food, water, and shelter. Sunscreen. I'm not pale, but that doesn't mean I'll be protected from UV rays. I would like a change of clothes just so I feel clean. I wouldn't mind bringing one person along with me, but you said what, so that may not be an option. But I really think I could do it.”

What is your favorite animal?

“I actually really like snakes. They're super cool in terms of design. Love reading about them, and I have a snake themed room!”

#3- Wendy

What is your favourite animal?

“Changes depending on the day. Yesterday it was tigersharks. Today it's a water dragon. Tomorrow it may be a capybara.”

Do you have any obscure skills? What are they?

“I can basket weave. Some people think that's obscure.”

If you could change one thing about the world you live in, what would it be?

“More hours in the day so I can do what I want to do.”

#4- Wade

What is your favorite song?

“Rasputin. How can you not love that song? Mr. Brightside is up there, too.”

Do you like consuming happy, positive media, or sadder, more thought-provoking media?

“I like both. You need a balance in life. But thought-provoking in general. I like thinking about things, analyzing them. Not necessarily sadder stories, but thought-provoking.”

What is your favorite type of weather?

“I like it warm and sunny, but enough cloud coverage. The kind of weather where everything is greener, that makes you say out loud, 'it sure is a beautiful day.'”

#5- Issa

When is the last time you were afraid?

“Last week, I was staying up late working on an essay. I was home alone--something I rarely am with six siblings. It was eerily quiet. I already felt uncomfortable. I was on the phone with Alex, multitasking, so I could have someone to talk to to ease my nerves. She got up to pee, which left me alone in my living room for a few minutes. In that time, I heard a banging on our garage door. It was harsh, constant. I thought someone was trying to break in. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone. Alex got back on the line then. I would've felt much better if whatever that was happened any other time.”

Does the fear haunt you still?

“Not really. It was only a minute, maybe two. Took about an hour talking to Alex. But I stopped working on my essay for the rest of the night. Not that I didn't try, but Alex convinced me to stop when I couldn't concentrate due to my heart pounding.”

What do you do when you're afraid?

“What's with all the fear questions? Well, I usually stand my ground. I yelped a bit when that happened. I was frozen for a bit, but I actually was about to get up to check what the banging was when it stopped.”

#6- CJ

What was your favorite toy as a child?

“I had little mini figurines of a bunch of Puppets* characters. I liked them because most of my playtime consisted of me ordering them based on height. After I lined them up, I would play. I also liked burying a bunch of rubber balls in the yard, leaving them there for, like, a week, then digging them up again. My shovels were definitely a favorite. There was also some cool Alii tech thing that simulated growth of a plant. The entire life cycle, in fact. Man, that was awesome.”

What makes you laugh every time you see it?

“Issa and Alex invite us to their improv shows each Friday. Issa is the best at anything they give her. I could watch her all day. She loves putting inside jokes in her skits for me, and is great at linking back previous gags. And then Alex wins Can You Ask a Question? each time. But it's hilarious how she and Issa interact. One time, Wendy laughed harder than I'd ever seen, and she spit out her drink. Then this one asshole Ellie slipped on it during her turn. So yeah, the improv shows.”

Who is the most annoying person you know?

“Issa is annoyingly optimistic sometimes, but that's why I love her. Parker is also a bit annoying at times, but he's funny as shit, so I don't care. Gabriel is quite annoying. Everyone tells me that we're very similar, but I don't see it. Honestly, yeah, it's Ellie. I didn't want to say she was annoying cause she's mainly rude. She's constantly making fun of me for everything I do. Like she doesn't like how organized and specific I am for some reason. She asked for a pencil once, and I told her no, I have my pencils for a very specific reason, and don't let anyone else use them. I think she's hated me ever since. It's probably not as petty as that, unless it is. I don't know. Thankfully, I don't know her well enough to answer that question.”

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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"I Love You" "I Hate You" || Floch Forster

Synopsis - Floch loves you, but you don't love him. He's just your casual living sex toy.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Degradation. Slight Obsession If You Squint. Infatuation. Unprotected P In V Sex. Slight Breeding Kink. Oral (F Receiving). Cum Eating. Filth.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

"You look so pretty underneath me right now Forster," you cooed as you bounced up and down on his cock. Floch couldn't do anything but moan as he watched your breasts bounce, completely in a trance. "It's a shame you're so ugly. Your cock is the best I've ever had."

"Really?" Floch asked, his eyes wide. He had selective hearing when it came to you. He ignored all the horrible, nasty things you said and focused on the positives you'd give him when you were in a good mood. Today must have been a good mood day.

"Yeah. So fucking big and girthy," you moaned, quickening your pace again. Your praise was enough to make Floch's cock twitch inside of you. "Do you like it when I praise you?" Floch nodded swiftly which caused you to laugh. "You're so pathetic."

"Pathetic for you," Floch moaned loudly.

"Shut your mouth," you rolled your eyes and clamped your hand over his mouth. "You're going to get us caught and I don't want people to know I'm fucking you."

"Sorry," he mumbled into your hand. He swallowed his pride whenever he was around you. You owned him and he knew that you knew that. You could walk him like a dog and he would thank you for it. You removed your hand from his mouth and stared down at him watching as the tears prickled in the corner of his eyes.

"Aweh what's wrong little baby?" You mocked with a grin.

"I'm going to cum again," Floch choked out, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. "Fuck Y/N you're going to make me cum again."

"Do you kiss your mummy with that mouth?" You snapped.

Floch shook his head rapidly, "no! Only you. Only ever you baby. Please Y/N, kiss me. Kiss me baby." He begged. You rolled your eyes in disgust but complied, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. The second your lips touched his, it sent Floch over the edge. He shot his thick ropes of cum inside of you and bucked his hips up in a desperate attempt to fuck it into you as deep as he could. The thought of you pregnant with his child drove Floch crazy and was something he always hoped for during these quick, intimate sessions you often had. "Oh my God," Floch growled as you bounced a few more time, squeezing the last of his cum out of his dick. You had thoroughly milked him dry.

You slowed your pace to a halt and looked at Floch somewhat sympathetically. "We're not done yet," you announced. "I've not cum myself yet. Don't get too caught up in your head. You might have a big cock but you have no idea how to use it."

"What do you want me to do?" Floch asked as he sat up on his knees, watching your every move intensely.

You laid down on your back and spread your legs widely. "You're going to eat my pretty little fucking cunt out until I cum all over your disgusting fucking face."

"Yes Ma'am," Floch whimpered, eyes half-lidded. He watched as his cum dripped from your weeping hole. Despite being thoroughly spent and definitely being no longer able to perform, after cumming three times, Floch felt his cock twitch between his leg.

"Well, don't just stare at me you moron," you snapped, pointing at your cunt.

"Sorry," he mumbled before nestling himself in-between your legs. His face was so close to your cunt he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He looked up at you before he dove in face first, tongue darting to your sensitive bundle of nerves straight away. He knew he wasn't the best at eating your cunt out, you'd definitely had better, but he tried his best to please you. That at least had to count for something, right? You let out a soft little sigh as he began to suck on your clit, lapping circles around it greedily. He pulled away from your clit and licked a stripe up your folds, wincing when he tasted his own, salty cum.

"Fuck Floch you're putting me to sleep," you groaned, looking down at him angrily.

"Sorry," he whimpered between licks. "I'll try harder, I promise."

Floch couldn't help but dive his tongue into your hole, practically eating his own cum. It made you smirk, knowing the lengths he would go to please you. "God you're so pathetic," you moaned quietly, wrapping your fingers in his red hair and forcing his face further into your cunt. Floch returned his attention to your clit, stroking a hand up your thigh until his digits met your entrance. As he flicked his tongue at your bud, he inserted two of his long, skinny fingers inside of you, forcing your back to arch slightly. He began moving his fingers inside, curling them up and fucking them into you at a rapid pace.

"That's better Floch," you smirked, closing your eyes as you let him work.

Floch removed his tongue from you and lifted his head, fingers still pumping inside of you as he spoke. "Say it again, please?"

"Floch?" You asked, unsure of whether he wanted you to say his name again, or repeat that what he was doing was better.

"Oh fuck yes," he moaned, dipping his face back between your legs. He shook his head in-between your thighs sending a shockwave of pleasure up your cunt and throughout your body. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair as he continued eating you out like a man starved. Your eyes began to roll back in your head and your legs began to shake as your orgasm dawned on you. It only took Floch a few more sucks and nibbles of your clit before you were gushing all over his face whilst moaning his name repeatedly.

Floch removed his fingers from your cunt and lifted his head while opening his mouth. You couldn't help but bite your lip as you watched Floch desperately move his head in an attempt to catch every last drop of your juices. "That's it Floch, fucking take it like the little bitch you are." He nodded his head quickly before swallowing the liquid he had managed to catch, a breathless smirk laced his face. He was proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

Floch watched as you flopped your head down on the pillow and closed your eyes. "I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear him.

"I hate you."

@holydayaria inspired me to write a small Floch fic with their most recent Yandere!Floch Forster which you can find here. Go give it, and them, some love!

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loveofastarvingdog · 1 year

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12:53am monday, may 1st: the maps app says it's a six minute walk to the water — timothy l.l.s.h.

something about hunger being bad because it means you need something. hunger being bad because it means you want.

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I think I am Always hungry and I think maybe, sometimes, That I was born like this; Starving myself for something so bad that I can Feel it in my teeth even when I’m not even Biting down on anything.

It’s the kind of thought that makes me think of Barbecue and how there’s not even any good places for it, here, Up North where I never really wanted to be and somehow Scraped a place for myself anyways. Makes me think of what it would be like to have the shape of An Adam’s rib caught, like ivy, like blood, like a seashell, like a split nail, Right in that crevice of my molars.

That place meant for crunching.

I always want to be messy when I eat, because I think I want to feel like I can let go and get my hands Sticky and that it won’t matter and I think—too—that it’s a funny kind of metaphor That I can’t stand the feeling of the sauce and meat and fulfillment On my hands. I think I hate it for the way I can’t wipe the evidence of my hunger off of My face.

I’m sick and tired of people knowing I want things, like I’m human enough To be allowed to want things, and more than that I’m sick of being hungry. I’m sick of being hungry because it means I want, I desire, I am carnal in my Need to be fed and I think Even sticking my hands into your ribs and cracking your bone beneath pearly teeth And scooping you up and swallowing you down and Wiping you onto my face with messy hands that do nothing To erase the fact that I have consumed you, I think it would do nothing to sate me because I— Am hungry.

Don’t you understand that I cannot be allowed to eat like this, Like something worth feeding slowly, sinew and succulent in my maw— God, I wish I was a monster you could slay so I could justify the taste of blood inside me— Because if you feed me I will be strong enough to eat, Can’t you see that if I am strong enough, I will still be hungry?

I am always asking if I am gentle enough and here I am asking if I am finally Violent. Oh, please can you say yes and tremble and Gasp and weep and Mourn for me— Oh, God can you mourn for me like you are grieving someone Who was never hungry and Never ate and never glutted and never Starved and Wasted away, pale as sea foam and just as transient and just as lovely and Unasking, for anything.

Could you mourn me like that?

I think I would give anything to starve Myself into submission for you but the truth is I Will never die like a will-o’-the-wisp and I Will never be lovely and I Will always be a starving dog, hungry for your cuffing hand.

—timothy l.l.s.h.

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