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redr0sewrites · 3 months

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Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work

sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet

there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one

he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you

striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.

you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought

this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin

striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class

poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear

when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that

he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety

it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself

even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe

hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay

underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you

hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house

he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him

he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities

i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does

everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time

hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything

because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave

HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU

striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules

you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions

nsfw

yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw

the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj

seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up

striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him

theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless

his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face

striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact

he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art

def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it

striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)

he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm

when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever

when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal

hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)

ORAL FIXATION.

striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face

he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought

hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you

striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before

he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable

he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot

striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him

sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up

when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away

when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of

....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...

hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone

striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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I dont know if you do smut but here’s a request since you asked

SKZ (Felix, Chan, Binnie, and Hyunjin specifically) Smut after a seriously heated argument?

yes i do!!!! hehehe i hope you enjoy!!! i wanted to do hyunjin first<3 thank you for your request!!!

make up

જ⁀➴. hwang hyunjin

✼ pairing- established relationship, meanishdom!hyunjin x sub!reader, non!idol hyunnie

✼ warnings- arguing( they don’t say anything bad to each other), kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, roughish sex, overstimulation, pet names, lmk if i missed anything!!!

✼ a/n- hi hi hiii im so happy with this actually <3 i hope u guys like it!!!

you and hyunjin rarely fight, especially like this. you two got into a heated fight because of your relationship. hyunjin stated he wasn’t ready to tell all your friends and family about your relationship.

you two have been dating for almost 4 months and hyunjin still feels the need to hide your relationship. you have had enough. you weren’t sure why he wanted to do this. it was eating away at you so you confronted him. he didn’t receive it well.

“hyunjin i’m so tired of not being able to post my boyfriend, i want everyone to know im with you! wh-why don’t you want that too?” you aren’t trying to yell but that’s how it came out with how upset you are.

“y/n why can’t you just wait until im ready? i just want to make sure we are together for awhile. i want to make sure it’s going good- i know it is! but i just don’t want to jump into this so fast.”

he sighs as stands up from where he was sitting to stand by you. “you want to make sure we are together for awhile. okay. i get that okay! but can at least understand where i’m coming from!”

you are trying to control your emotions as long as possible. all of your built up emotions pouring out of you. “y/n- no no no i understand you- i swear i just don’t appreciate how you are going on about this.” his gaze is fixed on you.

“how else was i supposed to do this? you never fucking bring it up and it’s like you don’t even care!” he scoffs at your words.

“like i don’t care? fuck y/n i care more than you think if you would just stop.” he sighs as he grabs your hand. “just come here.” he says again.

you deadpan for a moment then you move closer to him. you sigh into his touch as you try to calm down. his touch distracting you for a moment.

“hyunjin-“ you are cut off by a kiss. you want to fight his touch but you know how bad you just want him close to you. you deepen the kiss. hyunjin keeps kissing you as he lift’s you in his arms holding you against him.

you wrap your legs around his torso as you sloppily make out with him. he backs you against the wall. “baby- “ he sets you down to stand again. you leaning against the wall.

“shh want me to take care of you? fuck that little attitude out of you.” his eyes darkening as he wraps his hand around your neck gently to pull your face to kiss him.

“jinnie… touch me please.” you sigh as you look up to face him. “want me to take you right here?” his teasing voice along with his smirk. you just want to kiss his smirk right off his face.

“just fuck me jinnie. no more talking.” you mumble out as you pull his hoodie off of him seeing he doesn’t have anything under. your immediately pulling him to kiss you by his chain. making out with him against the wall.

you feel his hand start to unravel your pants causing them to fall to the floor. he rubs his fingers over your clothed folds to tease at you. kissing your jaw to your cheek. “so wet like a good girl huh?” he teases as your feel two of his fingers slide into your underwear to rub your clit.

your legs immediately buckling slightly at the pressure. “jinnie- m-more.” he just rubs your clit at an aching pace to tease you more.

he pushes his fingers inside of you. “o-oh please.” your eyes rolls back as starts to pump them a couple times inside of you.

he pulls them out without warning to bring them up to his mouth. sucking on them a little. “my good girl always taste so good. all for me.” he kisses your lips as you watch him pull his dick out of his shorts.

him stroking himself with a hiss as he turns his attention back to you. your gaze is fixed on your boyfriend as he moves your panties to the side.

“you think you can take it baby?” he taunts as he rubs his dick over your slit. you nod as you moan at the feeling. “p-please.” you cry out as you feel him slowly push into you.

his arm grabbing your leg to wrap around his waist. “f-uuck you’re such a good girl.” he bottoms out, waiting for the ok from you to move so he doesn’t hurt you. “let me know when darling.” he kisses your lips gently.

“m-move jinnie please.” you beg him and he doesn’t need to be told another time. hyunjin is roughly fucking you into the wall. “so f-fucking good shit.”

he groans as he continues to fuck you. you leaning up to kiss him in between your moans. “jinnie- want you- l-love you.” you blurt out the last part at how deep he is fucking you.

he just has a smirk on his face as he makes you fall apart on his dick. “i love you more.” he groans after as he sees you going to rub your clit. “feel good baby?” he asks teasing you, already knowing your answer to his question.

all you can do is nod at his question. “good girl.” he smiles as he quickens his pace. “jin-jinnie too m-much!” your hand neglecting your clit as hyunjin notices.

he replaces your hands old place with his own. him rubbing your clit for you now. your legs shaking as he doesn’t slow his pace.

“gonna cum like a good girl?” he breathes into you neck as his hips lose its rhythm as he gets closer to his high. you dumbly nod at your boyfriend and he just smiles at you, moving some of the hair out of your face.

“cum for me pretty. gonna make you mine.” he groans as he sees your face contort in pleasure. you come undone hard on his dick. his hips still fucking into you as you come down from your high.

“jinnie- i can’t!” you cry at the overstimulation. “i know i know pretty girl. just a little- fuck a little longer.” his hips are desperate as your feel them stuttering against you as he cums inside you.

him fucking you slow as he comes down from his orgasm. “so pretty for me.” he takes in your appearance as he pulls his dick out. he looks at his and your cum mixed with your arousal oozing out of you. “so filthy baby.” you blush trying to not seem embarrassed.

“let me clean you up then we are gonna have a civil conversation okay? i hate fighting with you.” he sighs as he pulls you to hug him. “i love you so much.” he kisses your cheek. “i love you more jinnie.”

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evansonlylove · 2 months

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okay then, well i like your kai fict and i think that you prolly wanna make some more. how about kai x reader where the reader want to be a dom so bad —doing a cowgirl or whatsoever, but kai enjoy slash jokingly or mock the reader about no matter how hard she tried she can never be the dom, so kai show her that he will always in charge. but anyway no pressure at all, free to ignore this if you dont want to okay? <3

i’m so sorry this took so long, i haven’t been doing the best and i wanted this to be good! i hope you enjoy it and get to see this. And thank you so much for sending this request in, i seriously appreciate you sending it in. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

don’t test me

Kai anderson x Female reader

summary: while out with your friends one night you hear about their sex lives, although what you heard shocked you. Kai had always been the “one in charge” and you liked it that way but something in you wanted to try and dominate him. (reader is a sub at first, tries to dom and kai puts her in her place) caring kai at the end

warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, slapping, aggressiveness, choking, p n v, no condom, spit kink, kai’s fixation on being your God. all that kai toxicity and smuttyness

bold letters are kai’s speach.

“Hi baby” you hear his deep beautiful voice come out of your phone as you put it up to your ear. Even while out with your friends you missed him, how could you not?

“Hi kai! can you hear me good?” slowly slipping away from the crowd in the bar you trip on your heels, you tried to act as a sober as possible so he wouldn’t know you drank a little too much.

“Yeah, yeah i can. did you see the time yet?” he says with a demanding voice, shit. it was past 10 and you hadn’t even noticed. You look back at your friends waving their hands at you to come back.

“oh, the time? i mean it’s still kinda early and i don’t go out often. Do you think i can stay a bit longer?” you put your finger up to your lips and bite your nail nervously, but it was true. You were a good girl, always obeying his rules and staying true to him and only him.

“hm. Okay fine but not to long, i’ll be waiting for you so no funny business” finally hearing him agree you smile, after all he was your ruler, him saying yes to you felt like a reward. Quickly you reply

“thank you thank you! i’ll be good i promise” As much of a tough guy as he was, you knew how to get into his heart. Your cuteness and even fake innocence always found your way into that man’s love.

“You better be. i’ll see you in a little okay princess?”

“mhm!” you reply instantly and hang up, practically running up to your friends who had a drink waiting for you

“I don’t get why you have to explain yourself to him y/n” one of your friends say as you sit down. Soon they all tag along in teasing you about your relationship “Like yea he’s hot but don’t you even just want to be the dominant one? not have to say where you are and do whatever you want?”

Their words take a while to sink in, you had honestly never thought about your relationship being opposite or different in any way. You loved being his little lamb and good girl, being owned and loved even if it was in his twisted way.

“I don’t know.. i like it the way we are. Plus i could never dominate a man like him.” you say as you sip your drink and start thinking about it, what it would be like to ruin him if you could. Ruin him the way he does you… maybe make him beg. Snapping out of it you finish your drink in one gulp

“I’d give it a try if i were you, i didn’t know i had half the kinks i do now till i tried it. but, Kai is definitely more possessive and all that crazy shit than all out boyfriends combined so it’s up to you girl.” she laughs as you shrug your shoulders and feel your phone vibrate. You read a message from who other than Kai ‘it’s been 30 mins y/n don’t push your limits’

“you know what? i’m gonna do it. it shouldn’t be so hard to dominate a man” you stand up and take a shot glass filled with tequila and down it all. “Wish me luck” you hug them goodbye and walk out the bar feeling like you were invincible. Obviously at the time you didn’t know it was the drinks talking.

‘calm down, i’ll be there in a few.’ you reply as you start your walk, luckily you only loved about 5 minutes away from the apartment. Playing music loud out of your phone, you loved this feeling and you had almost forgotten what it was like to have fun. But like clockwork there’s another message from Kai within seconds

‘just get home you brat’ you read, he wasn’t as mad at you thought he’d be. Brat was like a cute nickname he gave you sometimes, And finally you’re downstairs without even noticing. You take a deep breath as you open the door to your apartment, you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch watching TV. You always knew he was hot but seeing him after the talk with your friends at the bar made you see how bad you wanted to own him. Putting down you bag and walking towards him you straddle him on the couch and push him back.

“I take you by how you look, you drank a lot?” you put your hand on his chin and roll your eyes

“yeah? what about it?” you say as you kiss him roughly, moving your fingers through his hair. If there was one thing you knew about yourself getting drunk is that you get confident and horny. You start grinding against his cock, you smile into the kiss as you felt him get hard in his jeans. You didn’t even feel his hand make his way to your neck slightly choking you.

“And what makes you think it’s okay to talk to me like that-“

“shut up and let me fuck you for once” you cut him off as you slip your dress off through your arms, revealing your lacy red bra to him. You could see the anger displayed on his face but honestly you didn’t care, it only turned you on more. He starts to sit up but you push him back again, you knew he could break you in half if he wanted to so the fact that he was holding back from taking control meant you could do more. You reach down and undo his pants fast before he could even react. or do you thought

“Maybe you let the alcohol get to your head a little you much you fucking brat. You don’t fuck me, I fuck you” he grabs you by your waist lifting you up slightly as he slid your panties to the side. “Dont worry little lamb, i’ll show you who fucks who” he whispered into your ear and ran his fingers down your lips. In that moment you melted instantly, you took his cock out his boxers as you saw his eyes tell you to.

“Aw you’re backing down so fast? even more pathetic than i thought” he said before you could even gather words to say he jerked his hips up finally putting his cock inside your wet pussy causing a moan to leave your lips. One of his hands make his way to your back and take your bra off in a quick motion. After a few jerks up into you he stops

“didnt you want to fuck me? go on, try” your pussy was left throbbing, you knew you could never make yourself feel as good as he did but there you went being his obedient little slut and started riding him. Your thighs shook as you slid up and down his hard cock, you could barley keep the same rhythm.

“I can’t do it kai..” you let out a desperate moan, feeling pathetic.

“Oh you poor girl, it doesn’t feel as good does it?” he placed both his hands on your face caressing you softly before he slapped you across your left cheek, and holding onto your chin after. “look at me and beg me to fuck you, admit you were wrong. You could NEVER dominate me, deep down you know you love being my personal little toy.”

“you’re right, i cant and will never be able to do it like you. You own me and i fucking love it” you bite your lip slowly and place your hands on his shoulders

“Yeah that’s right you fucking slut” His hips jerked up to yours once again fucking you restlessly, your moans filling the room as you leaned your head down on his neck, moaning into his ear. “you love getting fucked till you can’t take it.. you.. love getting ruined by your God” he whispered between thrusts, driving you crazy.

“Oh my god yes kai, i fucking love it, i love you” you whimpered out as your legs began shaking again and your core tightening, your pussy throbbing around his cock. “fuck please let me cum please kai” his hands reached down to your ass, gripping you tight, holding you up so he could fuck you even deeper than you thought was possible.

“yeah you love it, i love you more my little slut but you can’t cum just yet” his free hand runs down to your clit as he rubs small circles around it just perfectly to overstimulate you. Your breathing gets heavy as you feel his cock throb inside you. “this perfect little cunt is all mine, you cum once i tell you do okay?” he whispers and kisses down your neck, his thrust getting harder and moans leaving his lips and into your ears.

“Fucking cum for me now” you felt your body give out as those words left his mouth, leaning completely on him as his arms go around you holding you close as he filled you up with his cum. “This cunt was made to take my fucking loads, oh fuck you feel so perfect when you cum around my cock” you feel his cum dripping out with your juices as he stayed inside you

“kai.. oh fuck you have no idea how much i love being yours. i love it when you mark my pussy with your cum” you whisper as he holds you in his arms, still not pulling out.

“I had to remind you who’s in charge, if i have to slut you out to show you that then i’ll do it a million times till it gets burned into your pretty little head.” he lifted your head up from the crook of his neck and kissed you roughly “And as cute as it was to see you try to even dominate me, don’t ever try that shit again. don’t test me.” his hand wrapped around your neck as he awaited your response “you got it?”

“yes divine ruler i promise” you said as his placed around kiss on your lips and lifted you off his cock with a groan going into your ear. you tried to stand up but with the alcohol in your system and your legs not working properly as your boyfriend had just fucked you like no other.

“come on baby i got you” he carry’s you in his strong arms, you let out a smile as he takes you to the bathroom. “let’s get you washed up, and get us ready for bed” you felt your heart melt, everyone knew kai as a mean stone cold person but with you he was different, you loved these loving moments you got with him. As he got you in the bath you tried to think of what you’d tell your friends tomorrow but quickly get distracted as he gets into the tub with you. his beauty always hit you as if it was your first time seeing him. “you’re so fucking beautiful you know that baby?” he says catching you off guard as you didn’t notice him looking at you the way you were at him.

“youre a different kind of beauty kai. one i could never be” this relationship was all you both could ever want it to be, you could see it in his eyes and he could see it in yours.

once again ty so much for this request, if anyone else wants to send more in i appreciate it so much! i hope this was good. - rain♥️

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pedge-page · 4 months

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pk joel tying her up and lightly stepping on her stomach/clit until she pisses herself :( need him

Warnings: piss kink, bondage, foot job f receiving, degrading language

18+ ONLY

Joel's been trying to untrain you from the muscled instinct of holding your bladder at all costs. It's only natural: you learn to get out of diapers and then never go back to the comfort of releasing yourself unless it's in a restroom.

Joel is rewiring your brain. "Gotta unlearn it, let that instinct go. Be natrual, baby girl."

Naked with your hands bound behind the chair, ankles tied to the back legs so your knees are parted, hips jutted forward towards the exposed edge. He keeps touching you: groping your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples, tickling his fingers along your arm, your ribs, over your stomach in long, sweeping strokes. Your body shivers from his touch, the lack of clothing not aiding in the chills wracking over you.

You whimper pathetically, pushing your hips out so the hood of your clit pulls back, begging for him.

He smiles wickedly. "How ya holdin' up, baby?"

You shake your head: "I have to go," you whine.

his foot nudges your clit and you gasp. He rolls the ball of his foot over your clit, then back down through your slit, parting slightly with his toes to gather the slick. Your thighs quiver, partially rubbing yourself along his generous touch.

His heel travels up over your pussy, pressing down flat against your lower tummy. You can feel that pressure digging into your bladder, and you cry out. Its so hard fighting your body and your mind. Everything screams dont--dont give in. Dont let it out. Hold on. Hold it.

Yoy squirm uncomfortably. But then hes flexing his toes down even further, suffocating that area.

"Then go," he orders.

You cant stop it from happening anymore. "Oh-oh-ooohh ohmygod!" You pant helplessly, eyes scrunched as you both look down at your clit twitching between a a tiny trickle of urine escapes--and then it's like a damn breaking because once it started, it cant be undone. "Its--coming! I'm doing it!" You cry in a high pitched moan. You begin to piss all over his foot, the chair, your legs, spreading on the floor as you moan at the sight, the feeling of release, the wrongness of it all consuming you like getting in trouble for being caught smoking or with a boy in bed at your parents house.

He pushed down harder, making your pee shoot harder, hissing loudly out of your cunty slit. "Shit baby, look at you. Pissin all over my fuckin foot like an animal. Slutty pussy can't even hold it back. You're enjoying it too much, you nasty bitch."

You nod dumbly, hypnotized at the curved golden stream that pours from you, alll warm and wet, messy and so fucking good. Your hips thrust into the air, head thrown back--so not unlike an orgasm as you empty the water from between your legs.

You're shaking from it afterwards, slumped in the chair and panting with lazy eyes.

He looks at you all naked and spread in a puddle of your own fluids and says "look at you, a grown woman pissing herself Iike a pathetic baby"

"Mmm but you love it," you hum, rubbing your clit against the ball of his foot again, soaking him.

He laughs with a sadistic grin. "Yeah I do."

What surprises him more is the way you lean back even more, arching to have your pussy along the edge of the chair and start grinding against the smoothed wood.

"Want more?" You pant, smearing your piss along your ass and inner thighs in the hopes of enticing him to touch you more, force more naughty liquid from your body as he trains you to unlearn what had become so instinctual.

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strwberri-milk · 8 months

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Hi! I love love love your works! They're my favourite and I always get excited when I see that you've posted something new :)

Anyways, I was wondering if you could do something where the reader is basically a female Xiao? I know you've written for a reader that has her walls up except Kaeya, but I was wondering what it would be like if reader was basically like Xiao, where she doesn't want to get close to people so she cuts it off before they can get close to her, she's rudely blunt, and when she finally opens she's really sweet and outgoing you just need to put in the effort to get her to open up.

Maybe with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, and maybe Xiao himself? if not don't worry <3.

-- 🌺 (if it's not taken, please <3)

now you can be the second anon i can rmr who has a label :D also it might not be all. hunky dory the way it might be expected but its bc i just think it's to be expected if. someone refuses to open up so i did make reader open up a little bc communication is a two way street :D esp since like i dont believe in talking to people if theyre trying to cut you off bc i think its a violation of boundaries so i did make reader have to actually. come back after any cutting off that is done and i just wanted to do this w a big old /nm bc im not mad just explaining :D

Kaeya doesn't mind your bluntness at all. The walls also remind him of himself which makes it a bit of a challenge if the two of you develop feelings for the other person. It would require one of you to crack, that being Kaeya who wants to return your honesty with some honesty of his own.

When you try to cut him off he just lets you. If you decide you don't want to see him anymore then he won't try to convince you otherwise. He decides to take it as a sign until one day you end up confronting him about it, the slight ache of missing him becoming too much to bear. It takes a bit of awkward stumbling and you trying to communicate your feelings without actually telling him what they are. He understands enough and teases you for it lovingly, deciding that he's going to spend all his time doing so.

Slowly as you open up to him more he finds himself more and more infatuated with the softer side of you. He's glad that you feel safe enough around him to show that side of you to him, encouraging and inviting you to continue with your vulnerability.

He also always playfully bullies you back no matter what you say, liking to see the way you react to his jabs. It makes him laugh as you try to get him to stop, gauging your limits just a bit to make sure you don't actually feel uncomfortable.

Zhongli doesn't mind how surly you are either. If the two of you are together and you don't want to talk then that's fine. He's got enough to say for the two of you, telling you stories or history that somehow only he knows.

He enjoys the time he spends with you, quiet evenings filled with nothing but the sound of the harbour and him talking. Sometimes if you ask him questions he actively engages in hopes that you'll try to talk to him some more, but if you don't that's fine too. It just makes the times you do choose to engage just that much better.

When you choose not to show up for some time he just waits it out. You remind him of a certain adeptus after all so he knows if he bides his time then you'll come right back to him and when you do, he simply continues as though nothing happened.

Knowing just how stable he is made you more willing to open up, never feeling pressured which he's glad for. Zhongli is always just so gentle to you that you can't help but open up, cherishing the smile on his face that he gets whenever you smile at him.

Childe enjoys pushing your buttons a little and trying to get you to stop being so surly in a joking manner. He's not going to go out of his way to make you miserable but he does like teasing you whenever he can.

If you stop talking to him or start trying to cut him off he won't exactly stand for it. He confronts you pretty much immediately, knowing that due to your honesty it would be likely that you would just tell him straight up why it is that you decided to stop talking to him.

When you start trying to dodge the question he decides to just wait it out, staring you down until his persistence pays off and you tell him how you feel. He just rolls his eyes and pats you on the shoulder, reassuring you that there's no reason to just start ignoring him and that he really doesn't want to lose you.

From then on if you try to avoid him he decides to just show up wherever you are, reminding you that you told him you wouldn't run from him anymore and that he's here to hold you to it.

It's playful and sweet and it doesn't take you too long to decide that you might as well open up to him, Childe playfully cheering when you decide to do so and telling you that you won't regret it. Thankfully, he's right and you don't regret it, finding yourself more comfortable being with him and starting to tease him back as well. It always makes him laugh and up the ante playfully to return your gesture, loving to see just how extroverted you've become for him.

Thoma is pretty similar to Zhongli wherein he's patient enough to just wait it out. He loves spending time with you and doesn't mind your bluntness since it means he doesn't need to dance around anything.

If you try to cut him off he gets sad but he does confront you about it before you go. If he sees you out and about he'll pull you aside and try to ask you why you're trying to leave, then tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want but that he'll really miss you when you're gone.

It takes a couple weeks but you finally decide to come back to him and grumble out an apology for running away from him. He welcomes you back with a hug and reassurance that he doesn't hate you, he just finds it difficult to know what to do when someone doesn't talk to him directly about their issues.

After that, he decides to work more on trying to get you to come out of your shell. He's patient and understanding and when you finally do come out of it he loves seeing how much you talk to him and loves engaging in conversations with you. He always gets a sense of pride knowing that you feel comfortable enough around him to open up so much.

Xiao is a little difficult. He doesn't have much patience and you both run into the issue of being too similar that you run into issues because of it. It's not that you two fight, it's more that if you two decide that you want to cut off the other person, you will not be talked to unless someone breaks the silence.

Your friendship is generally relaxed, both of you just being heavily into enjoying each other's presence and not having to deal with any pretenses thanks to honesty on both sides. Xiao does like that part because it makes his life easier when he's able to just know what you mean since you're being honest.

If you decide that your friendship is getting too familiar and cut him off he'll get annoyed but if you don't seem to be trying to reach out to him he'll decide it's more trouble than it's worth. That means if you miss him you end up having to reach out to him first. However, if it takes long enough he might decide he's going to start just observing you from afar, wanting to keep you safe but not wanting to engage contact since you didn't seem interested in doing so either.

It's not until he realises that you're looking for him that you miss him too, watching as you discreetly bring your eye line up to the buildings or trees that he told you he'd frequent as he would watch the harbour. He decides to continue watching to see if you'd keep looking for him, figuring out that you were. One day he lets your gaze linger on him and offers a wave that you return, deciding that that's enough contact for him to talk to you about what you were doing.

When you two finally clear the air that means you're back to hanging out with each other. He makes a concentrated effort to be more open with you which you respond to well, becoming more extroverted and taking over conversations for the two of you. He really appreciates it, loving to hear you talk and glad that he let you in to his bubble as well.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #thoma x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader

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doll-for-you-11 · 1 month

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Its dark. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Its cold. The only thing I can see is a little red light far away. I think I'm naked but I cant move my arms to tell for sure. Something is holding them behind my back. My legs are burning. How long have I been on my knees? Why do my nipples hurt? Is there something hanging off of them? Theres something dripping down my thighs. Am I wet? Everything feels so strange, the air feels thick, my mind is fuzzy.

I gasp. Something cold runs across my stomach. I can hear breathing. Someone is here, but I cant see. Now its running across my face. It feels like leather. Suddenly it slaps against my ass. I try to yelp but something is shoved down my throat. I gag. It tastes like rubber. I feel straps tightening around my face, holding it in my mouth. Its some kind of gag.

Its quiet again. All I can hear is my own ragged breathing. Each breath pulls on whatever is hanging from my nipples. It starts to hurt as my feeling comes back from whatever I was drugged with. Then white pain shoots through me. Gloved hands grip my tits harder than I thought possible. The metal clamps digging in as they grope me.

The hands move down, tugging on what I assume are the chains hanging from the clamps. I hear a low chuckle before a harsh slap hits my face.

My ears are ringing. I see a flash of light. The flick of a lighter. A can make out the silhouette of a large figure standing over me. He flicks the lighter a few more times. Walking around me. I hear a noise behind me. The lighter flashes again but the light stays this time. I see the shadow of the flame flickering. Moving closer to me from behind before i jump. A sudden burning hits the top of my tits. Just as the burning fades, it hits again, lower this time. Just above my already sore nipples.

He kneels in front of me. Close enough for me to make out the mask he's wearing. Black leather gloves holding a long red candle making me watch as the wax slowly drips before hitting my sensitive skin. Each wimper makes him chuckle as he continues until the candle is almost burnt out.

I can feel the hardened wax covering my chest and stomach where its dripped down. I shudder as he lowers a hand to the floor between my thighs. He brings his hand up again to whats left of the candle light where we can both see the wetness dripping between his fingers.

"So desperate" he says. I can hear the smirk in his voice as he blows out the candle leaving us in pitch black again. I feel him stand. A heavy boot brushes against my thigh. I feel a hand on my shoulder pushing me down until my thighs are spread and I feel leather on my dripping cunt. All he says is "grind slut".

I freeze. I can't possibly do something so degrading. But he grips my hair, a hand circling my throat. His hot breath on my ear. "I said, grind". He speaks calmly but his hand tightens on my neck threateningly.

I slowly slide my hips back and forth. Whimpering as I try not to gag on what I assume to be a dildo still down my throat. My hips jolt as my clit brushes the toe of his boot. Im so wet my cunt slides easily on the polished leather. "Faster". I do as I'm told. His hand loosening on my throat. I press down, grinding my hips. Suprised and disgusted by how good it feels.

I find the place that my clit gets the most pressure and begin circling my hips. For a moment I forget my situation and moan around the dildo before being snapped back to reality by a harsh tug to my hair. "Are you actually enjoying this? What a disgusting whore".

Its the most words I've heard him speak. I whimper again at his words, still moving my hips as he pulls his foot away.

"You've made a mess slut. Clean it up" I don't have time to question how before he presses my face to the floor. His shoe pressed to my lips. I start to lick my own juices off his shoe. When he's satisfied he pulls his foot away.

"Tell me what you want" I dont understand what he's asking and try to ask through my gag. "Don't play dumb you stupid cunt. You dont get that messy and wet unless you want cock. Now beg for it." My eyes have adjusted enough to be able to see his silhouette again. I shake my head only to earn another harsh slap.

My head spinning I try to speak, but the gag makes me sound like a pathetic mess. He laughs as I attempt to do as I'm told. He says he cant understand and slaps me again. This time I fall and he straddles me. Both hands circling my throat as he begins to choke me. My eyes widen in panic as I try to beg but the gag makes it impossible to make proper words.

As tears fall, I feel his hands loosen. They reach behind me. Flipping me onto my stomach, still underneath him as he removes the gag. Pressed face down he leans close to me again. "Enough playing around. Im going to flip you over, you are going to get back on your knees and you are going to beg me for my cock in every hole. Understand?". Shaking with tears pouring down my face I reply "yes sir". Its muffled by the concrete he's pressing me into but he must be satisfied because he stands, aggressively pulling me up by my hair and dragging me accross the room towards the red light. Until I can make out that its a camera.

My stomach sinks as I realize ive been being filmed this entire time. "Do as you were told bitch, or the camera will be the least of your problems".

Crying I stumble over my words as I try to speak. "Please" i mumble quietly. "Please what slut" he growls, getting more impatient. "Please...please fuck me..." i cry. I look up at him and see him step closer so I quickly continue. "Please ruin my slutty holes. Im such a desperate slut. My pussy is dripping with my want to be used by your cock." I cry as I speak. Tears running down my face onto my wax covered tits.

"Keep going, Ill stop you when Ive had enough". I shiver but continue. "Please let me feel your cock in my tight ass. Tear me apart and Ill thank you when you've decided youre done with me. Let me choke on your cock. I want to taste your cum. I want to feel it coating every inch of my body. Pouring out of every hole. I want to lick it off the floor and beg you to stuff more and more of it up my ass"

Im still crying as I continue to humiliate myself, I can hear him laughing under his mask. "Please use me as your personal fuck doll. Fuck me so hard I black out and then keep using me. Im a set of holes for you to enjoy. Im a cum dump for you to abuse. Please let me serve you, I want to be..." im cut off as he pulls me close by the nipple clamps making me scream.

He drags me up to standing by my hair before throwing me to the ground. My hands still bound behind my back. He pulls the camcorder off the stand as he presses a knee into my back forcing me down as he pulls my hips up filming what he's about to do. His hand grips my hair pulling my head up as he leans down growling my ear.

"The only hole you have thats worth fucking is this tight virgin asshole. You dont deserve the pleasure of my cock in your whore cunt, and I wouldn't dare put my cock in the same mouth that cleans my shoes"

With that he rams his cock balls deep into my ass. I try to scream but the pain shocks me to silence. He presses my face into the ground as he rails into my ass as rough and fast as he can. My tits and face scrape against the ground, but he doesn't care how much pain Im in. All that matters is him filling my ass with his hot cum.

He fucks into me at an animalistic pace until he finally presses in as deep as he can grunting as I feel hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside me. My body tenses as he holds himself inside me, panting as he leans down a final time. "Little bitches like you only deserve to be used if it hurts, and you're such a little whore that you probably liked it anyway. Look at the camera and say thank you."

My eyes are clouded with exhaustion as I look up into the camera he's holding in my face. I groan at the feeling of his cock still in my ass and I know he's right. I did enjoy it. I speak slowly. "Thank you for using me" he wrenches my hair up again. "You call me Sir, and you thank them for watching. Do it properly cunt".

I whimper again. "Thank you for using me Sir. And thank you all for watching me be broken in like a proper fuck toy". He lets go as my head falls back to the ground and films a close up as he pulls out of my ass, his cum leaking out after it. He grabs the dildo gag from earlier and shoves it up my ass. "There, make sure you hold that up your ass and feel how disgusting you are".

I hear him set up the camcorder on the stand again before walking away. I'm left in this dark room being recorded. Covered in wax, tears and spit. My hands bound behind my back and dildo up my ass. And I shudder at the knowledge that he'll be back. But more so at the fact that no matter how much I want it. I'll never be allowed to feel his cock in my slutty little rape hole cunt.

#free use slvt #r@pe fantasy #cnc free use #dumb slvt #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #bd/sm slave #rough cnc #k!nky thoughts #cnc kidnapping

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smilingangel582 · 4 months

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Hii it's been long ik... im so sorry! But I actually decided to start writing after some time.

I waited too long for genshin impact new lantern rite... yet not a single lee!Ga ming?? I'm so sad

So I took the initiative to write, tho im not so good at it... hehe enjoy...

Ps. Ga ming seems adorable as hell! One of those fun and secret 5 stars!

Warning spoilers for genshin impact 4.4!

Punishment for payment

"Ga ming! Stop paying all the time!"

The wushoe dancers shrugs playfully, chuckling softly "But Paimon enjoys them a lot... I mean what sort of friend would I be if I didn't treat u guys to a regular dim sum?"

Aether groans, folding his arms as he looks at the young man with a wary expression. He casually turns to Paimon who has dozed off on the table like a white lump. His expression softens as he takes the final bite of the shrimp "You really are some thing..."

Ga ming gives a breif giggle, his tongue sticking out "Well I suppose you are giving in? Don't worry... I love to treat my friends to a regular breakfast"

Later that day, Aether and Ga ming left the restaurant... Paimon had insisted they could watch the Liyue vicinity in peace.

"Honestly you guys should visit more..." Ga ming states after observing the silence. Aether turns to him, leaning by the bridge as he smiles "We only went to fontaine for a few weeks you know"

Giving a childish whine Ga ming gestures "Still... its cool to hang out with you guys"

Paimon has gone earshot following a butterfly, and Aether gives him a pat on the arm "Well next time, let's go to Fontaine, and I will treat u to some cuisines"

The young wushoe dancer's eyes glistened like stars "deal! It will be dope to hang out with u Aether!" He adds frivolously "Also don't worry about paying... im gonna have to aid on the funds since your treating me"

Aghast, Aether gives him a playful shove "There you go being generous... stop it"

"What I mean I can't let the esteemed traveler pay for my starving needs" he winks and Aether pokes his side "Then allow me to split the bill at least"

With a giggly jolt he gently pushes Aether's hand away "Hehe but..."

Another poke as Aether smirks, "Now now, who was it that helped u with your family conflict?

Ga ming realises where Aether is going wjth this charade, he giggles more when the gentle playful prodding became precise, he squirms away "hehe you... its yoohou"

Aether Pauses for a moment, mischievous "Are you ticklish?"

Silence.

Ga ming notices Aether suddenly preparing and he stretches his hands front defensively, giggling in anticipation "H-hey uh what are you...?"

Aether grins wiggling his fingers "I'm gonna be paying the next Dim sum meal and you won't pay a single mora"

Ga ming bursts into titters the moment Aether tickled his ribs "ahh hehe hey! Haha come ohohon Aehehether"

Rolling his eyes Aether didn't stop "What did I say? No more tabs for you"

"Hahaha buhuhut"

Determined to get Ga ming, Aether playfully pressures his hips, a sensitive spot no doubt and sends cackles through him, high pitched and bubbly.

"Cute laughter you got there... I dont want to stop"

"EEK! OK OK WAHAHAIT" Ga ming shrieked as Aether pinches his hips.

"Oh? What is it?" Smirking. Aether traces patterns around his hips keeping him giggly and in anticipation.

"Ihihi uhuhu wehehell..." Ga ming squirms now in a mess of tumbling shrilled giggles. So cute.

Aether rubs his thumbs by the waist now "Ga ming~ what did u want to say?"

He bucks and then lets out "Ah ah! Hehehe uhum yohohou can tahahake the tab next time"

Satisfied, Aether backs off "OK so next dim sum will be my problem"

Flushed cheeks now finally returning to colour. He gasps "Haa... you sure are a merciless traveler... jeez the last time I was tickled to death was when my mom tried to punish me for pranking her"

"Oh so you were a rascal?"

Laughing Ga ming nudged Aether "Obviously... so, tomorrow's dim sum will be on me... byee!"

"Yeah, sure -no wait! Argh! Come here, you menace!"

Laughter spreads without haste... and soon Paimon joins forces with Aether to tackle him once more. The two playfully chase without cease. Ga ming will never meet a companion as great as the traveler, and the traveller will never encounter someone as delightful as the young dancer.

Liyue must be visited more often.

#tickle fic #genshin impact #genshin impact tickle #lee!gaming #lee!ga ming #ticklish!ga ming #ga ming

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hiiii I'm back with another request. Minho x fem reader. So we are in the Glade and one day reader gets the idea for everyone to have a day of and play a game of capture the flag (if you dont know how to play that lets just play hide and seek). After BEGGING Alby for days he finally finds it a good idea and reader starts planning everything. The Gladers get put into two seperate teams while they play, Minho and reader leaders of each team CUZ WE'RE THE BEST OF THE BEST. Somehow in that game Minho and reader share some playful, aggressive, flirty, spicy/high tension moments that follow after the game as well as they get to talk about it later. Idk if it makes much sense but I'llleave the rest to your imagination ;)

YESSS I love me some flirty competition.

Also, sorry if I'm reusing gifs, this book does not get enough attention I stg.

FRIENDLY COMPETITION

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Fem!Runner!Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas. Based on the Glade layout in the Movies to make my life easier.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice content, some sexual tension (hopefully) and some good ol' competitive spirit.

It's finally happening.

Finally.

For the past few months, you've had the absolute perfect idea to raise spirits in the Glade.

It's simple but genuis- a game. And not just any game: Capture the Flag.

Alby kept saying that the Glade was fine, and that the Gladers didn't need a break- but after a particularly hard week, he caved.

Besides, if anyone could bring the Glade together and convince them to play along; it's you. Being the only girl means that the Gladers are practically climbing over each other to win your favour.

Sure, it can be kind of annoying and it greatly increases Alby's blood-pressure having to keep an eye on you. But, now that you're out in the Maze most days, having proved yourself worthy as a Runner, Alby sees you as Minho's problem more than his.

Not that Minho's complaining. He is your Keeper, after all.

He actually liked having you around. You push him to try harder, mainly because you're constantly reminding him that you're better than him. You are not better than him, you know that, but as long as Minho thinks someone is coming after his spot- he's going to try even harder.

Of course, Minho revels in the jealous looks and envy from the other Gladers for spending time with you. He enjoys seeing their faces when he comes back to the Maze, you by his side, having some kind of flirtationship about who actually got back first.

So, he might have a slight crush on you.

But, who doesn't?

Which is probably why when you brought your idea to him, he was surprisingly eager to join in.

You spent all week preparing. Including making war paint, coloured bandanas for the two teams, and, of course, the flags themselves.

Minho decides he's going to play team captain, making you both leaders of opposite sides. You'd be lying if you weren't excited.

Your competitive relationship is about to reach it's peak- and it's Minho. Come on, it's Minho. God, if he so much as looks at you with his dumb smirk for too long, your knees go weak and you want to dive on him then and there.

Yeah, you might have a thing for him. No one else has the balls to be as sarcastic or playful with you.

"Alright, you boys ready?" You stand in Council Hall, black bandana keeping your hair at bay with black stripes across your face and smeared around your eyes, creating a smokey eye effect.

You'd somehow managed to rope the other boys into it as well. Obviously, you have nearly half of the Glade on your team, but some notable members are Jeff, Gally and Frypan; with Newt, Winston and Zart choosing to side with Minho.

Alby has made the executive decision to dictate. Probably so he can make sure that no one gets injured in the flames of yours and Minho's fighting passion.

Whatever- you don't need them.

The flags are already hidden. The groups taking it in turns to find perfect places once you'd returned to the Glade for the day. You don't think the Runners have ever done their maps quicker.

You'd figured the most obvious place for a flag would be the Deadheads. And that's the first place your going to look. Minho might be quicker than you, but you're smarter.

So, obviously, you hide the black flag in a barn.

What? It's not like there's any rules saying you can't put the flags inside a building. And since one of the old barns isn't in use anymore since the Slicers opted to use more outside pens and a better constructed building nearer to the killing shack, there's an opportunity.

And you'd be a fool not to take it.

So, the Black flag is in the abandoned barn. And the White flag is yet to be found.

"Yes, ma'am," Gally responds, a lot of your team nodding in unison.

"We all know the plan?"

Another round of yes' and nods.

"Alright, let's do this!"

The rules are simple. The winner brings the opposing teams flag back to their territory. You've claimed Council Hall and the White team have the far corner, near the back of the Deadheads.

You made the choice to make the location of the flags unknown, mainly because Alby didn't want the whole thing to just be a massive fight. So, most of this is going to be trying to find the flags.

"You ready?" Alby pushes the door open and you grin at him.

"Shuck yeah."

You and your group let out war cries and chants as you make your way to the centre of the Glade. Night is starting to fall and with the Doors closed, it's all free game.

You're actually pleasantly surprised to see the other team has also gone along with you theatrics- mainly because Minho looks damn good.

He has similar fave paint to you, with the piece of white fabric tied to the belt hooks of his pants. He wears a simple tight black shirt with his signature backpack/harness. A change from his normal blue button-up.

He puts his fingers to his lips, letting out a loud wolf-whistle as you approach.

"You look good," he shouts, probably because you're wearing a tightish tank top that you normally leave for especially hot days.

"Likewise," you laugh. Your teams stand across from one another in the middle of the Glade. "You ready to lose?"

He scoffs, shaking his head, "Big words for a little girl."

"Don't try me."

"Alright," Alby already seems sick of this, even if he is hiding his amusement from watching his best Runners flirt. "You all know the rules- no violence, well, no bad violence at least, no playing dirty. And have fun- 'cause we ain't doin' this klunk again for a long time." He clears his throat. "Okay, let's get this over with. Three! Two! One! Go!"

You're not sure what Minho's plan is, but yours is cover as much ground as physically possible. Which is obvious when your entire team splits off in completely different directions. You all react so quickly that the White team doesn't move for a second.

Which is weird. But you know Minho is a tricky dude- you're not about to fall for it.

Your goal is, of course, the Deadheads, with Gally and a couple going in the same direction before cutting off. The woods are big, so it's good to have multiple pairs of eyes covering the ground.

Stumbling through the woods, you quickly come across the Map Room, which is the first place you decided to check out. Sure, Minho is smart enough to know this would be the first place you'd visit. So, he'd probably put the Whie flag there purely because he'd think you'd think it was too predictable.

Maybe you're reading too much into this.

Checking around the building, the door is very much locked. You look through the crack in the door and see nothing. You figured that putting the flag in the room is off the table since Alby would actually gut the Keeper if he dared turn their most important building into a game piece.

Realising this idea is dumb, you leave the Map Room be.

Making your way through the Deadheads, your heart jumps into your throat when you hear a twig snap. Spinning around, you hold you ground.

Suddenly, you are reminded of the very real threat of you being a girl alone in the woods in the dark.

"Hello?" Your voice wavers slightly. "Who's there?"

"Slim it, girly, who do you think?" The sound of Minho's voice as you turn and see him leaning against a tree eases you.

"Shuckin' hell, man, you tryna give me a heart attack?"

He shrugs. "If that's what it takes to win."

"There's no way I'm letting you win this."

"Oh, yeah?" He smirks, standing up straight.

"Yeah, you following me or some klunk?"

"I have better things to do," he scoffs.

"Doubt it." It takes you as second, but you realise that Minho came from the opposite way to you, which means he's either looking for your flag in here or- "wait, if you're here, and you're not following me, that means you're probably protecting your flag- then your flag has to be nearby."

Minho's face drops for a second. "You're think too much into that." You've known Minho for long enough that you can tell he's lying. His smooth facade slips and his voice becomes serious. Normally, he'd just laugh it off and call you the Glade equivalent to a dumbass.

But, not here. He's become visibly tense.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"So, you won't mind if I... look around?" His jaw tenses, and he remains quiet. "'Cause I think I'm just gonna..."

With no warning, you break into a sprint, slipping past him before he gets a chance to catch you.

Though, you figure you're right when you hear Minho quick to run after you.

Ah shit.

Okay, so, you've raced Minho hundreds of times- more than you can count. But being chased by him?

That's terrifying.

Minho is absolutely faster than you. He's faster than everyone, and you suspect that even in your playful races, he's going easy on you.

But he's not now.

You shriek as he dives into you, sending you oth crashing to the forest floor. You roll a few feet, landing away from Minho as you mainly tripped with him flying over you.

After the initial shock, you scramble up, kicking leaves from under you. Minho is quick to do the same, and you adjust your stance; hands loose and protecting your face, one leg behind you.

Minho scoffs when he realises what you're doing- ready to fight him. He loosely shakes his arms, his smirk playful and full of sparks.

Despite how he's looking at you like a piece of meat, you can't afford to get distracted.

Lunging forward, he blocks you easily. You duck and swing like your life depends on it, catching yourself as you miss and fumble to the side.

You dive again, attmept to kick him, which he blocks, before trying to to punch him. Almost effortlessly, he grabs your wrist, taking you by surprise. It takes minimal effort from him to push you back, somehow managing to grab your other wrist and twisting it into his already used hand, leaving both your arms in the grip of one of his toned hands.

Your back hits the tree before you can even process what's happening, making you gasp at the contact. He pins your arms above your head, firmly holding you in place.

"You didn't seriously think you'd beat me, right?" His tone is dangerously calm and he's far too closer. Closer than he's ever dared be before.

You open your mouth, trying to think of anything to say, but heat beats against your skin as the moonlight breaks through the trees. The noise you make is a strange breathy hum, and Minho's grip loosens for a second when your eyes land on his lips.

Oh, God.

Minho can feel any power he had to begin with, slipping through his fingers when you look at him like that. Your dark-lined doe eyes make his heart beat faster, and it's such a subtle change but he's never seen you like this- so vulnerble; so under his control.

No words are exchanged as he leans closer. He can't help it, he's drawn to you. His grip almost loosens completely as his other hand brushes against your waist, sending a whole new wave of butterflies through you.

"Minho," you mumble and he swallows.

"Don't do that," he mutters equally as quiet, "don't say my name like that."

"How else would you like me to say it?"

He lets out a heavy breath. "Am I going to regret this?" It's obvious what he referring to, but you have a plan.

"Only one way to find out." He takes this as a yes, leaning further into you.

His lips ghost yours. But his grip is gone.

And you have a game to win. No matter how intoxicating Minho may be. Instead of leaning forward and kissing him, you rip hands away from him, shoving him hard in the chest.

Since you've taken him completely by surprise, he stumbles over himself and a branch, landing flat on his back.

You make no hesitation to make a real for it. Sprinting through the forest, you're kind of just running away from Minho over anything else. Looking over your shoulder like you're trapped in a horror movie, when in reality, everything in your body is screaming at you to turn around and rip Minho's clothes off.

Not fully paying attention, your foot snags on a tree root, sending you flying forward and down a hill. You plummet down, rolling and hitting the ground multiple times.

"Ah, fuck," you hiss, any pleasure from you interaction with Minho fading from your senses in an instant, immediately replaced with aching pain all over your body.

Forcing yourself to sit up and stop your head from spinning, you blink, before laughing outland to yourself.

In front of you, in all its glory, is the White flag, sticking out of the ground at a crooked angle. You struggle to stand up, limping slightly, grabbing the wooden handle and yanking the flag out of its spot in the mud.

Your victory is short-lived as crashing noises and snapping branches startle you, forcing you to retort to your defensive stance. It can't be Minho- unless he can teleport and sprint at you from the other direction.

That's made apparent when Gally comes thrashing through the greenery, falling into the greenery.

"Gally!" You hiss. "What the shuck, man?" He stares at you in awe, pointing at you, blinking as you approach, trying to keep your voice down as Minho could he close.

"You got the flag?"

It's now your turn to blink. "I got the flag."

"You got the flag!" You both laugh, high-fiving and pulling him to bump chests.

Then leaves crunch behind you.

"We should go." You state.

"Yeah, gotta go."

The pair of you start making your way out of the Deadheads, which goes about as well as you'd expect when you break through the greenery and someone on the White team immediately noticed.

"Hey!" They've got the flag!"

Fuck.

"Go! Go! Go!" You push Gally forward.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

All you have to do is get back to Council Hall. Easy- surely.

The pair of you start to book it through the open Glade, stumbling slightly and trying to dodge the White team from all angles.

Somehow, with an entire army behind you, you and Gally manage to cover solid ground. You're both very close to the Council Hall when you're rugby tackled from the left.

"(Y/N)!" Gally shouts your name as you're, once again, plastered to the floor, only for him to follow your lead.

You manage to shove the Glader off, kneeling him in the groin, scrambling on your hands and knees to grab the flag. Getting to your feet, you jump out of your skin when Minho blocks your way to the open door of Council Hall.

"Shit."

"Yeah," he swallows, looking like he's ready to pounce on you, "shit."

He's mad. God, is he mad. Though, he's also experiencing new frustrations more than he ever has before.

"Throw it!" Gally shouts, managing to just about stop someone from choking him. "Throw the shuckin' flag!"

Dipping to the side and swerving Minho, you javelin throw the flag, sending it flying straight through the doors.

You stand in shock, Minho staring at the door. Silence fills the Glade for a second before you hear Frypan cheer.

The entire Black team's chants and cheering echo off of the walls as Gally walks up to you.

"We won!" He laughs, throwing his arms around you as you hug him back, letting out a hearty laugh before Frypan, Jeff and some other team members join in.

They start cheating your name, the other team groaning but begrudgingly coming over to congratulate you.

You're too swept into your victory to even get a chance to talk to Minho until you're deep into your celebrations.

A bit tipsy, with enough liquid confidence to face him, you walk over. He's sat on his own, staring into the flames of the Celebratory Bonfire, a glass jar in his hands.

It's no shock to anyone that he's thinking about the evening's events. Mainly your interaction in the Deadheads.

He can't get it out of his head- the way you looked at him, lips parted, chest rising and falling, your hands held above your head; even just thinking about it is making his head go fuzzy.

"Hey," he's sucked out of his thoughts of you by, well, you as you approach him from behind.

"Hi," he sounds a mix of intrigued and irritated, like he wants to hear what you have to say- preferably an explanation.

"Figured I should come over," you say honestly as you swing your leg over the side of the log, straddling it as you face him.

"Did you, now?" His bitterness is painfully obvious and you roll your eyes.

"You're mad at me."

"Who said that?"

"No one had to say anything- you're sat here pouting and haven't spoken to me."

He scoffs, dropping his head. "I'm not pouting- I- I'm not even mad." He laughs, more at himself than you. "I can't believe I fell for it- shuck, that's the kinda klunk I'd pull if I could. I just- I didn't expect that from you. Still a dirty trick, though."

You suddenly feel anxious. "I didn't- it wasn't meant to be a trick." You stutter over your words, basically mumbling the last part as you drop your gaze, avoiding his.

"What?" He blinks at you and you shake your head.

"Doesn't matter- what did you think of my hiding place?" You change the subject, forcing a wicked grin to avoid the burning feeling you're starting to feel in your face.

"What do you mean?" He takes the bait, not wanting the awkward conversation anymore than you do- but he doesn't have a clue what you're talking about.

"The Black flag? What did you think of my hiding spot?" Minho falls silent, his face dropping before turning into a sheepish grin, which tells you more than enough. "Oh, my God- you didn't find it, did you?"

"W-well, I didn't- I wasn't-!"

You let out a loud laugh. "Oh, my God," you repeat, "you don't know where it is!"

"I wasn't looking for the shuckin' flag! That was meant to me Newt's job- I was just tryna guard ours since I figured you'd go straight on the offensive."

"So, Newt didn't find it then?"

"'Course he shuckin' didn't." You snort at this. "Where is it then? Hm? Where've you hidden it, oh mysterious one?"

You stand up, swinging your other leg over and smiling down at him. "I think it's better if I show you- c'mon."

Minho shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink, but he stands up, jogging to catch up with you as you walk away.

You lead him further through the Glade, your lack of presence not going unnoticed by the Gladers; especially Newt who forced Minho to explain why they lost.

Leading him to the old farm area, it's hard to see in the darkness, but you can still make out his puzzled expression. You grin devilishly as you reach the old barn, pushing open the door and playfully bowing.

The hole on the roof lets the moonlight, illuminating the ink-dark fabric of your skillfully crafted trophy.

"You gotta be shuckin' kidding me," he grumbles as he walks past you, towards the fall that takes pride of place, sticking out of a pile of old hay in the middle of the room. "The abandoned barn? Seriously?" He walks backwards, having spun around to face you.

"Yes, Sir," you joke as follow him, the loose door slamming behind you without your weight on it.

"Sneaky son of a bitch," Minho laughs to himself. "I woulda never thought of this." He turns back around, walking closer to the flag.

"I know," you skip after him, slipping your hands into the back pockets of your baggy pants as you rock on your heel once you reach him. "'That's why I did it. You might have the looks, Boss, but I've got the brain." You playfully point at your temple as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You think I've got the looks?" You blink at him, his tone now flirty.

"That's not what I meant," you're quick to take it back.

"Oh, yeah?" He turns towards you stepping forward, and you refuse to be a coward and step back, so you hold your ground. "What? Just another dirty trick then, hm?"

You grimace. "It wasn't a dirty trick."

He steps closer. "What was it then?"

"That wasn't meant to happen," your voice lowers as your breath hitches, feeling that same powerlessness you experiences before, except he's yet to lay a single finger on you. "That wasn't planned."

"That doesn't answer my question, does it?"

"Minho.."

"I've already warned you about that."

"About what?"

"Saying my name like... that. Looking at me like that; I can't take it." He closes his eyes, throwing his head back and taking a deep breath.

"What are you trying to say here?"

"You're joking, right?" He pulls his head back to look at you again. "Do you seriously expect me to spend every day with you- competing, flirting, challenging me, and for me to not be attracted to you? I thought I made that pretty obvious." A beat passes as you try to process the new situation you're in.

"You have no idea how it feels watching every guy here want you, blindly listen to you, just because they'd do anything to have you- when I'm just as bad. But I know you, better than any of these shanks do. You don't want someone who will bend to your will and worship the ground you walk on; you want someone that'll push back a bit, someone who will give what they can take. Right? Because I don't know what to do anymore and if you hadn't made a break for it earlier, I would've, I could've- I don't know what I- shuck it! We wouldn't be friends anymore, that's for sure."

You've seen Minho like this. You never heard Minho like this. He sounds almost desperate, his voice is deep, and you can smell the musky scent of earth and natural soap off of him.

"I don't even know what I'm saying here. I don't wanna mess this up but I cant fucking take this anymore. I just-"

You cave, leaning in and silencing him as you lips press to his. It's a quick peck more than anything as you pull away again. "You talk too much," you mutter.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, eyes dipping into you before he pushes forward. Kissing you again, his hands fly to your waist, pulling you close and making you gasp.

Your hands come to his hair, allowing him to grasp at you, his fingers kneading into the skin of your hips under your shirt. He pushes you backwards, hitting your back against one of the fragile beams.

His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you part yours in response, allowing your tongues to brush for a second. You repeat the motion, the make-out session becoming more hungry and needy. You drop your arms, pulling at the hem of his shirt instead but he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head once again.

He leaves your lips, making you whimper as he feathers kisses up your jaw, coming up to your ear. He kisses your tragus, letting himself move further down and pulling your lobe between his teeth. You let out a gasp, arching into him before he suddenly sinks his teeth into your neck.

Well, sinks is too strong of a word, but his teeth brush against the sensitive flesh as he kisses it before starting to suck on it, undoubtedly marking you- almost like he's claiming you.

He repeats the action as he moves further down.

Your eyes flicker around, and for some reason, the hay and the slight breeze and the still-standing flag makes you chuckle.

"What?" His breathing is heavy and his voice is rough and scratchy, but he continues.

"Minho?" You properly get his attention, sounding equally as drunk on lust.

"Yeah?"

"We're not having sex in a barn."

He freezes, pulling away from your neck as he blinks at you. "Huh?"

"We are not having sex in a barn," you repeat, starting to smile slightly.

"Right, yeah," he seems to come to his senses, releasing your wrists before he snorts. You can't help but laugh too, resulting in the pair of you giggling in the middle of the empty room.

"Shuck," he mumbles, "the hell's gotten into me?" This makes you giggle more, then you leans forward again, pecking him on the lips as you drape your arms around his shoulders, and he lets his fall to your waist.

"Though, we... we could go to my hut?" You bite your bottom lip as a sly smirk starts to creep across his face.

"Yeah? You sure?"

You nod. "Couldn't be more so."

Yooo, back again with some Minho spice. This was really fun to write and I love writing some tense flirty competition- which of course means I want to write an Enemies to Lovers with Minho but I don't quite have the idea. Any suggestions?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed :))

#🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri tmr minho #🌿 petri writes tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #minho tmr #minho the maze runner #minho tmr x reader #tmr imagines #minho maze runner

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blitzxiiru · 1 year

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I loooooooove your future 2012 AU of the boys. They all look so badass and cool but still them and its so GOOD. I wanna consume them.

I also had some questions if thats okay? What happened to Leo's leg? Did his knee injury gradually get worse and he was like "lol im gonna cut it off" or did he get reinjured in that spot and that was basically the end of the entire leg? Also how old are they in this AU? I know they are supposed to be adults but like in their 20s? I'm just wondering cause their character sheets dont have ages. ALSO LEO BEING THE SHORTEST MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE. (Props to Mikey for finally gaining some height). And I LOVE Donnie's long ass bandana tails, he looks so cool but so dramatic with them its great. Anyway thank you for your time and this beautiful AU!

AIHDDJHDJD THANK YOU SO MUCH IM HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY THE FUTURE 12 GREMLINS. as traumatised as they are, they’ve worked through it despite some really rough patches. they definitely still have their bad days and nightmares, but they’ve learned to grow together and help each other through those bad times. they’ve changed and grown in their own way ofc, but they needed to relive the teenage years that they’ve lost, that’s why they’re still somewhat themselves in my au :)

LEO’S LEG

it’s actually a mix of both! leo kept pressuring his knee and over the years it gradually became worse — since he kept pushing his knee beyond it’s limits it keeps getting re-injured. the final straw was him snapping his knee again (completely this time) during a nasty fight and had to chop it off. the phantom pains he gets from his missing limb is… horrible, to say the least.

(BUT THAT FIRST SCENARIO YOU MENTIONED WOULD BE SO FUNNY THOUGH. imagine leo waking up one day and going, “oh wow. this knee injury hurts really bad, maybe i should chop it off. lol im actually gonna do it.” cue him barging into donnies lab like “DONNIE. I DEMAND YOU CUT MY LEG OFF” “WHAT?!” “CUT MY LEG OFF IT HURTS” “OF COURSE IT HURTS WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS INSISTING THAT YOU SHOULD ‘TRAIN’ IT.” “yeah but i think my blood circulation isnt working look my leg is pale” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LEO” and boom. leg no more.)

AGES

they should be around their late 20s in this au, i hc that for every season of the show they age one year. so at the start they were like 15, and the show had 5 seasons (granted s5 was a bit messy and was full of aus and past flashbacks, but there was that demodragon arc and stuff) so they would be 20 at the end of the show. specifically they’re like 28 :) they are kinda old but hey at least they don’t have to pay taxes in the sewers…

HEIGHT PROBLEMS

oh god, when raph suddenly had a growth spurt it was horrible for leo. he was relentlessly being teased every single day and raph would NOT let off. and then when MIKEY hit being 1cm taller than leo, the teasing fucking doubled and he was downright miserable. they kept growing while leo was barely getting any height. he’s still their sensei though — and he makes them do extra training as punishment for the relentless teasing :) donnie doesn’t join in on the teasing (sometimes he does) but he does snicker when raph and mikey make jokes about leo’s height. it’s funnier for him because he’s been the tallest out of all of them since day one.

MORE ABOUT DONNIE

and yessss i loved designing donnie! since he was tall everything about his design had to compensate for his height so i figured long mask tails and a long lab coat would do the trick. his brothers were concerned over him tripping on his mask tails but he hasn’t, not even ONCE. he is one graceful, careful boy. he braids it or ties it into a bow whenever he does lab work so it doesn’t accidentally slip into one of his chemicals somehow. sometimes he lets mikey do it for him :)

thank you for the questions anon!!! these were super fun to answer and i hope it helped clarify a little more about the au :))

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #donatello tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #headcannons!!#future! 12 tmnt #future!au #blitz talks gibberish #asks

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duhnova · 2 years

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choking - vu headcanons

vu x fem!reader

word count: ~600

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): nsfw under the cut!! (mdni), CHOKING, cocky + mean dk & jeonghan, again kinda tame cause they're just short headcanons, let me know if i forgot anything! - dont mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried)

ot5:

a lot of research went in to making sure they were as safe as possible when it came to choking you (and vise versa), they figured out the correct hand placements and practiced how much pressure was too much and what was just right

they have a color system put in place (along with a safe word), but they also have a tap system since talking is hard when they're choking you (one tap is “keep going” two taps is “slow down” and three is “stop”)

jeonghan:

he’s so condescending when he squeezes your neck, barely cutting your oxygen off as he fucks into you

mocks you and the way you gasp when his fingers wraps your throat

you tried bringing up the idea of choking him for a change in the bedroom and he shut you down with a laugh and a cocky smirk “you really think you could pay attention to choking me when you’re crying on my dick?”

loves to fuck you from the back because he can pull you against his chest and wrap his hand around your throat (he says its the perfect position for him to whisper dirty shit in your ear, bonus points if its in front of a mirror too)

joshua:

he’s a gentleman in every sense of the word until you’re being his hand up to wrap around your throat

has the biggest smirk on his face when he realizes how much you’re enjoying having his fingers wrapped around your neck

definitely ghosts his fingers up and down the sides and base of your neck when you’re out in public when he has his arm thrown over your shoulders (it gets you worked up every time)

loves to push you as deep into the mattress as he can while he fucks you (without hurting you) before hes yanking you back towards him to kiss you, collectively making you gasp and whimper from not only being manhandled but because you can feel his fingers twitch around your throat as he does it

woozi:

he likes to grab your throat or jaw to make you look at him

the way your mouth falls open with silent pleads makes him wanna fuck into you harder to try and get you to make louder sounds (knowing you can’t with his hand on your throat)

he was definitely a little shy at first when you asked him to try choking you (he kind of just stared at you wide eyed but god once he heard the way you whimpered when he did it he fell in love even more)

if you're being particularly bratty he’ll grabbed you by your throat/jaw and pull you into him and whisper against your lips knowing it gets you weak in the knees (and almost always has you being good for him)

dk:

he’s so mean about the way his fingers wrap around your throat, his nails dig into your skin a little

will 100% grab your jaw as well (and shove his fingers into your mouth)

he was the one that asked you if you guys could try choking in the bedroom, he was all shy about it with a blush on his face and his fingers twiddling with his sleeves (a major change to how he acts in bed once he gets his hands on you)

backshots with his hand wrapped around your throat!! and just like jeonghan he's whispering dirty shit in your ears / is a little mean and cocky about it too

seungkwan:

he’s teasing with the way his fingers squeeze around your throat, it’ll start of soft then turn rough

“i’ll choke you if you choke me back” when you first brought up the idea of trying choking in the bedroom he decided he also wanted to try being choked

just like dk and jeonghan he loves to hold onto your throat while hes fucking you from behind (and like dk he’ll shove his fingers in your mouth in that position just to hear you whine and lowkey choke on them)

feedback + reblogs are appreciated!

#duhnova kinktober 2022 #vocal unit headcanons #seungkwan smut #jeonghan smut #seokmin smut #dk smut #joshua smut #woozi smut #seventeen smut #seungkwan x reader #jeonghan x reader #seokmin x reader #dk x reader #joshua x reader #woozi x reader

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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The Fight (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader) - Part 2

a/n: as promised here's part 2 of a req made by anon (as seen above). finished it a lot faster than i expected but I am very proud of it <3. i think i picked up some things i was unhappy about the last one and i hope they are better here. it's a bit of a mix between carlos and reader's perspective though so fingers crossed it is clear. @ anon tysm for sending another message to my inbox, i really appreaciate it and i am so glad you enjoyed part 1 <3. here is part 2!!

add. note: i am so annoyed at ferrari today, pls dont even talk to me or look at me. the pitstop and the unsafe release and the yellow flag (+ getting dropped to p8). carlos' race was rough and the car itself was already barely performing. i am sad. this has a lot of comfort at the end especially towards carlos so am i projecting my emotions into my writing? maybe. enjoy <3. (lowkey spoiling yall by posting two fics in a day but i love when i get these writing highs)

tw: swearing, mentions of sex, sad, hurt/comfort, overall carlos redeems himself? very soft and apologetic carlos.

part 1 linked here, masterlist linked here.

The Fight (3.3k words) - part 2

“I didn’t ask you to come here for the race.” Carlos regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but there’s a weird hollow feeling in his chest that always settles when the stress invades his senses. The walls feel like they’re closing in and before he gives you an opportunity to talk he’s excusing himself and heading to the pitlane and leaving you behind.

It’s like he’s on autodrive because his body is moving as his head is screaming for him to stop but nothing happens. He finds himself sitting with Binotto at the pitwall, and he slips on his headset to be able to hear what is going on with Charles. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to wipe out the memory of the last thirty minutes out of his mind. He’s not even mad at Ricciardo, he’s mainly just speechless, unaware of how everything went wrong so quickly within the season. Was he not fit for the ferrari seat?

He tried his best to hide his disappointment at the press after the race, keeping his small smile and focusing on the technicalities. There was a lot that he said but a lot that he didn’t say. He was also extremely nervous to open instagram and see what people had to say. Even after quali he had snuck one or two scrolls through the comment section as you were asleep next to him that night. He was never the type to search himself to see what people had to say but it was hard to ignore when it was on your own comments or your team’s main account’s comments.

They kept the debrief short for him thankfully, because it was clear that Carlos was a bit out of it. He had tried focusing on the feedback and the team but the only thing he could think about was you. It must have been naive of him because he expects to still find you in the hotel room when he arrives later that evening, and he opens his phone to search for any text but there’s nothing. He takes a deep sharp breath before throwing the phone on his bed.

“Joder!” He screams, letting out a frustrated breath as he looks over the room. There’s nothing left there apart from his suitcase and he can’t help but look around the room, hoping that you had tidied up your things and for some reason hid your suitcase before deciding to go out for fresh air or something. He comes to terms that you’re gone twenty minutes later, laying down on the bed and covering his face with his hands, mad at himself. He tries calling you but it’s no surprise when you don’t pick up. You don’t pick up the next three calls either.

He pushes himself to focus on training, but for the first time thinking about racing is not enough to keep his mind off things. As much as he tried every single thought wandered towards you, every single thing somehow linking itself to you. Even being in Miami doesn’t help much, he’s trying his best to keep himself light hearted but the pressure from Ferrari wasn’t even the thing bothering him. Not knowing where you both were was the worst. You had been posting on your instagram too, being back in Spain and hanging out with your friends. It was driving him crazy that the only thing he had heard from you was that you needed time to process what had happened.

What’s worse is that Charles and Lando notice, and sure they notice whenever Carlos is a bit off, but this time they look concerned. It’s Charles that brings it up in passing and Carlos manages to dodge it and brush it off, but Lando is a different story, especially when his former teammate is bothering him in his room.

“What’s wrong? Something’s off.” Lando says, crossing his arms over his chest as he practically invites himself in. Carlos lets out a sigh, he’s already ready to sleep but the moment he sees Lando sitting on the couch he’s shutting the door behind him.

“Nothing jeez. What’s up with you and Charles?” Carlos asks, trying to shift the conversation but it doesn’t get past Lando that easily.

“What happened with y/n? Charles told me she left early even though she had a day planned for you.” Lando says, looking over at Carlos and Carlos scoffs, because since when were Charles and Lando in cahoots?

“Mate, you’re joking right?” Carlos says, shaking his head before looking around. He did not talk about his feelings to anybody, and he really didn’t want to start today. “We broke up. I think. I don’t know.” He says and he’s suddenly feeling uncomfortable, the walls are suddenly closer to him and the room feels a bit stuffy. Was there always this little oxygen in the room?

“What? What happened?” Lando asks, completely perplexed. He remembered seeing you both so smitten before the season had started, and Carlos was completely enamored. He had never seen the Spanish driver look like that so you both breaking up was the last thing he expected. Carlos doesn’t answer but Lando is the last person to hesitate to push for more information. It’s no surprise to Carlos when he finally cracks.

“I fucked up, okay? I’m fucking everything up right now. I can’t even drive and I can’t even treat my girlfriend right.” Carlos murmurs letting out a deep breath. “Fuck- Lando I don’t want to talk about this.” he murmurs but a look from Lando has him talking, explaining what had happened in Italy.

There’s a pause once Carlos is done with his story, and he is sat on the chair across Lando, elbows resting on his knees as he waits for Lando’s reply. By the way Lando is looking at him it’s definitely nothing good.

“You fucked up Carlos. You cannot tell me you told her that.” Lando says speechless and Carlos groans. It’s not new information but it’s hard to hear it from somebody else. Lando shakes his head, a mixture of disappointment and pity in his face, “Look, I would say just focus on the race this weekend. It’s a big one. We have Spain next. Figure it out then.” He says before getting up. He offers Carlos a pat on his shoulder as a way to cheer him up.

“We’ll have breakfast together hm?” Lando offers and Carlos can’t help but smile at him, thanking him softly before he is getting up to accompany Lando to the door.

Miami goes well. He manages to stay as focused as he can as his mind is wandering around and Charles and him finally manage to share a podium again. It isn’t the best, because it isn’t a P1 and P2 but he’s happy to finally be able to stand on the podium again, covered with champagne and laughing with Max and Charles.

It’s painful though because his laughs don’t quite hit the right spots, and his smile feels forced most of the weekend. It’s always nice to end up in the top 3 but going back down off the podium without seeing you or even getting a text had his mind dizzying a bit.

This is why he arrives in Madrid the earliest he can. He drops his things at his apartment before he’s dressing as discreetly as he can. The Spanish weather is quite useless as it restricts him from disguising himself with a random cap and sunglasses. He keeps his head ducked most of the time he’s out and around and he’s thankful the receptionist at your building recognizes him still as your boyfriend and gives him the pair key they had.

He’s surprised that you come home late that night, he’s careful to be quiet as he moves to come closer to the entrance. The lights slowly turn on and you’re back is facing him as you hang your bag on the hanger.

“Sorpresa,” Surprise, he says with a smile and his smile drops when you jump and let out a scream.

“Fuck! Carlos, what the hell?!” You scream, hand instantly holding your chest. You’re breathing heavy, the scare practically knocking the wind out of you as Carlos begins to apologize.

“I am so sorry.” He says before he’s going over to you, frowning when you only step back.

“What are you doing here Carlos?” You ask with a sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I made us dinner, cooked your favorite.” He says with a small smile before he’s stepping closer to you again. He extends his hands forward for you to hold and you let out a soft sigh before coming closer, squeezing his hands. “Come on,” He says.

Dinner goes by smoothly and you genuinely kick yourself for forgetting how good of a chef Carlos was. By the time you both finish dinner you’re feeling warm and fuzzy from the wine and the food. The conversation was kept casual, and you had asked him about the Miami race, reluctantly telling him that you had watched it and of course you had cheered him on.

Carlos takes this conversation as a segway to bring up the last time you were both together. He’s nervous but he knows he has to. It wouldn’t be fair to ignore it and act like it had never happened. He shifts a bit in his seat and clears his throat.

“I’m really sorry about what happened.” he says with a sigh, cracking his knuckles a bit as he watches you. By your expression it's clear that you’re surprised that he’s brought up the topic but you nod a bit anyway in understanding.

“I’m not going to say it’s fine.” You murmur, looking over at him and he shakes his head sighing.

“It wasn’t. It was shit on me.” He mumbles, shifting to get up. “I’ll take these to the kitchen and we can sit at the couch hm?” He asks, picking up your plates. You give him a small nod, sighing softly before you are heading to the living room. He comes back with a small bowl of fruit, setting it down at the table before sitting next to you, facing his body towards you as he looks over you.

“I treated you horribly and it was wrong of me to do that.” Carlos murmurs, taking a deep breath. This was hard for him. Apologies never came easy, but he never thought he would have to apologize to you.

“If you didn’t want me to join for the race you could have said so Carlos,” You murmur, letting out a shaky breath. A part of you had felt bad for not giving Carlos a heads up and although your friends told you he was the one being unreasonable there was a bit of doubt in your mind if you had been the one.

“No, no. I wanted you there. God- I was so happy that you were there.” Carlos says, frustrated that he had even made you feel that way. He reaches to hold your hands, letting out a deep breath.

“I was upset because of the qualifying and the race and I am really bad at expressing myself. I’m already horrible at it in Spanish- imagine how it is for me in English.” He says sincerely, searching for your eyes to make sure you know he’s being truthful. “I’m used to dealing with everything myself so I guess I am not used to being able to rely on someone. I normally just shut myself down.” He explains as best as he can. You’re watching him, listening to him silently and it's so quiet that he can’t help but continue to talk, trying to fill in the silence.

“You can’t imagine how I felt after the race. I went to the hotel and fuck- all I wanted was to see you. It made me so upset to not have you there. Even after the podium in Miami, all I wanted to do was to call you, ask what you thought-” He continues to ramble and he doesn’t stop, not until you pull him close and wrap his arms around his neck and laugh.

“God, you’re an idiot.” You murmur, holding him close as you tuck your face into his neck. “I just worry about you. I want to be there for you.” You say and his arms securely wrap themselves around your waist and it’s so nice to have you close to him. He doesn’t want to let you go.

“Mi amor, you’re always there for me, I know that. I am sorry that I failed to appreciate that.” Carlos murmurs, kissing the top of your head as he lets out a shaky breath. “Te amo mucho.” I love you a lot, he promises, rubbing over your back. You slowly pull away, smiling at him before connecting your lips.

The kisses are gentle at first, his lips are melting against yours but you’re slowly shifting on his lap, wanting to feel him closer. It had been a while since you both had been this close to each other. Before the Emilia Romagna GP you hadn’t seen him for a month and it was clear Carlos was just as needy as you, already laying down, pulling you to be properly on top of him. His lips are trailing down your neck and he’s leaving open mouthed kisses that are making your mind fuzzy. Soon enough you’re both stumbling into your bedroom, hands roaming on each other.

Carlos drags you to the Spanish GP the week after, you are a bit hesitant to join but you take the flight Carlos gives you anyways and you arrive in Barcelona Friday evening with a small carry on bag. You’re excited and you go to Carlos’ hotel and see his family. It’s not the first time you meet them so there’s not too much pressure but they are as welcoming as always.

“How are you feeling?” You ask Carlos once you’re both settled on the bed. You’re gently running your fingers over his knuckles, humming softly as you listen to him rattle on about the practices. “Are you nervous?” You ask him softly and give him a small smile before nodding when he lets out a shaky breath and says yes.

“Home races are rough.” He chuckles nervously, keeping it short. It isn’t much but you’re relieved to hear the truth instead of a I’m fine.

Quali the next day has you on edge. Everybody’s nervous and the tensions are soaring. You try your best to get Carlos to relax but as soon as he’s out on track you know he needs to fight for it himself. It’s rough and painful when the results come around. P3. The numbers look loud and clear on the screen and the way Carlos is answering the post qualifying questions is enough to tell you he’s clearly not pleased with the result. It’s even worse watching Carlos Sr. hand the pole award to Charles. You were happy for him, he had driven his heart out but seeing Carlos shift to go to the garage had your heart clenching a bit.

“Hey,” You say softly when you see Carlos enter the garage, as always he goes around the garage. He’s wearing a smile that isn’t quite meeting his eyes and a part of you is ready for a cold response once he gets to you but instead he wraps his arms around you before kissing your lips briefly.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.” He says, taking the towel to wipe his forehead. You shake your head, not minding it at all “That was shit- sick of P3.” He tries to laugh off but you know him better than that. His hand goes to the lower of your back, rubbing over there for a bit. “I want to cover a lot with the team today before the race.” He says looking over your eyes to make sure it is okay with you. “Is it okay if you go back first? I’ll text you what time I’ll be done and we can relax then hm?” He asks softly. You give him a small smile, nodding. As much as you wanted to be there for him you knew he was meeting you halfway and you had to meet him there too.

“Alright, are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly and Carlos nods with a soft smile.

“Yeah. Happy to see you here.” He says softly before he’s kissing your head.

He comes back a bit later in the evening but it isn’t too late, you both squeeze in some dinner and keep the conversation light, and Carlos tells you he just wants to relax the night, so you give him a small nod and a kiss to his cheek before you both decide to head to bed early with a movie playing on the TV.

The next morning is hectic though, and it is clear that the pressure is on. There amount of fans wearing Ferrari merchandise and especially Carlos has you both nervous and excited. The support is clear and you’re happy to see how many people were rooting for Carlos. When the race started though things quickly got messy and were only gradually getting worse. It was rough to see Carlos drop off the podium and finish P4, with Charles not even finishing the race.

It was clear by the time Carlos headed back to the garage he was out of it. He reached to you for a quick hug before giving you an apologetic smile. “I’ll meet you at the hotel?” He asks and you’re about to insist to stay but he shakes his head. “Need to talk to the team and I need some time to myself. Is that alright?” He asks and you look over him, letting out a soft breath.

“Of course. Text me if you need anything?” You offer and he nods.

“I love you.” He says and you smile before promising it back.

Although Carlos had finished the race it was clear he was displeased with his performance. He had made a few mistakes here and there and although he had tried to give you a reassuring smile when he walked back into the garage you knew it was bothering him. It was a rough race, and that was it.

You simply stayed in the hotel and thought about what to order in for you both, but Carlos had taken a bit longer that evening. You tried your best to not doze off but the heat at the circuit had gotten the better of you. The combination of the air conditioning at the suite’s couch had you out in less than an hour, only waking when you feel someone snuggle into your chest . You instinctively wrap your arms around them before slowly blinking, Carlos' hair is damp and smells like fresh shampoo. Your eyes are still blurry and you look down to see Carlos, his mop of hair already tickling your nose.

“I disappointed everyone.” Carlos murmurs and you quickly tighten your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

“Babe, you didn't, you drove your best.” You promise rubbing your thumb over his forehead as he nuzzles closer. You’re taking deep breaths, hoping that it would help him calm down.

“I made so many mistakes, I was so careless.” He says and you can’t help but sigh, kissing his forehead. You wish you could do something else but you were glad that you were at least there for him.

“Mistakes happen my love. Nobody’s upset with you.” You promise and your heart breaks a little when he simply nods, letting out a sniffle. “I love you.” You remind him and he nods.

“I love you too,” He says before he’s looking up at you with the smallest smile. You smile back at him and kiss his lips, giving him a few pecks before he’s letting out a gentle laugh. And although you knew this wasn’t going to be one of Carlos’ last bad days, you knew it was all going to be okay.

fin.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed ! i wrote this before today's race (zandvoort) but all i wanna do is give carlos the biggest hug and a kiss on the forehead. it's been rough folks, so i hope this makes it a bit better. writing has definitely cheered me up a bit.

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mychlapci · 6 months

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TFA Oppy breeding anon, and I get the birth part being weird. Like, the breeding and carrying? Delicious to write. The little Sparklings now existing and chirping? They’re so cute and adorable to write. The actual birth process? The heck you write that, it’s feels weird.

Anyways, perhaps it’s one of the nights where Optimus dragged Ratchet to sleep with him in his nest when the bitties decide it’s time to emerge. It happens kinda suddenly, one moment they’re asleep, and the next Optimus is whining as Ratchet curses about not being in the medbay for this. Ratchet picks him up and heads to the medbay, but notices the bitties are taking their sweet time to get out of their carrier’s body despite the signs that the bitties want out now. Perhaps he fucks open his valve to let the bitties have more room to exit…

And when the rest of the team wakes up in the morning, well, there’s now some eepy Sparklings sleeping on their carrier’s chest. (I’m thinking there’s three Sparklings, but there can be more.) All the sires think that the bitties are adorable and praise Optimus for being such a good carrier. Now it’s Optimus’s turn to be flustered since he’s never experienced this before and it all feels so good.

And maybe Oppy enjoyed the experience so much he’s thinking about doing it again, maybe drag in some other mecha outside of his team for more variety the bitties can choose to make their frames from…

(Also, I’m not stopping you from throwing in lactation kink into this because the bitties need their carrier’s milk, it just feels weird for me to write for some reason.)

hrghnn no i love the birth thing it's my thing. it's a big part of the pregnancy fetish for me. i just dont wanna surprise people with it. but i HAVE to indulge.

Optimus waking in the middle of the night to a pressure down in his belly, and since he's very late in his carrying cycle he panics and basically slaps Ratchet awake... his water hasn't broken yet so he's told to keep a cool head and wait through the pangs of pain in his belly, maybe rub a hand over it if he thinks it helps... it's on the way to the med-bay that his gestation tank finally releases all its safeguarding gel, staining the floor... he's all apologetic, getting an eye-roll from Ratchet, who tells him it's completely normal. And to stop stepping into it.

Oppy with his legs spread open and pregnant belly heaving as he struggles to push... it's harder than it looks, the bitlets want out but seem to have a problem, though Ratchet says nothing is wrong, Optimus just seems to be having an issue with moving his pelvic floor, and stretching him with a spike would definitely help... Oppy getting fingered and fucked sloppy until the babies start pushing past the duct of his gestation tank, stretching him wider than ever... In the morning, all is well, three babies lie on Optimus's chassis, trilling happily, all of them tacky mixtures of his and all of the three sires' coding <33

tfa Optimus has a big chest, i know, but in my heart i'd like to believe he has small, perky titties under there, so when they swell up with refined energon he doesn't know what to do with himself... they're so heavy, soft and sensitive, a single touch makes them squirt out energon everywhere...

Despite that, he'd definitely do all of this again. A bot's pregancy fetish goes a long way.

#i have a massive birth kink dude like the details i could go into... you wouldnt believe #birth mention #pregnancy mention #valveplug

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disappointing-my-kid · 1 year

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So im gonna continue this prompt about Luigi being captured by one of Bowsers kids. Which i might as well just say Jr. cause hes the only one i could even have a chance of writing. There had been so many typos and errors in that like yall r brave and way stronger than I for finishing it. I wont write any spoilers for the first post up here but I doubt you will need to read the first one to keep up with this one.

Here you go @secretlyacantankerousseawhich @rfts10919 @tsukihimeyfan I have continued the post! Though this one is rather short and idk how well it’s written cause it’s 1am and I didn’t proof read lmao. Enjoy ya goobers

Slowly Luigi started to come back to the waking world. Eyes burst open and he snaps into a sitting position with a gasp. Instantly regretting it as his ribs scream in pain. He places one hand down to hold himself up and one gently on his middle. Eyes screwed shut as he sucks a breath in thru his teeth. He sits up as straight as he can to try and take pressure off his definitely broken ribs. Slowly he steadies out his uneven breathing and gently tries to relax forward into a comfortable sitting position. The moment the pain isn’t all he can think about he’s forced to remember the events that lead him here. Dressing up as the Princess, getting captured, being found out. His hand grips the sheets and he remembers Bowser punching him. Then his hand starts to tremble as the memory of being picked up. Then the pain. The thought of being crushed to death. The fear of never seeing his brother again. Realisation that he almost died hits him like a truck. He.. he almost died. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as a breathy laugh escapes him. He pulls his knees up as he moves his hand to his face. Another laugh escapes him as he curls in on himself. Tears started to fall freely as his body begins to tremor. Squeezing his eyes shut he quietly starts to sob. Hes going to die here. Bowser is going to kill him and hes going to die. Never to see his home, his friends, his brother. Nothing. His hand moves from his face to grasp his hair, slightly pulling on it.

Then he hears a door and freezes. His entire body going rigid, eyes snapping open once again. His breath quickens as he slowly looks up to see who entered the room. Then he sees them. Slowly his eyes scan their form, rising up till they finally make eye contact. Luigi’s eyes widening in horror. It was none other than the Koopa King himself, Bowser. Time froze as neither moved. Then Bowser lifted his hand and started to say something. He was cut off before he could get a single word out by Luigi’s scream. Luigi in his panic started to scramble backwards away from the new arrival. Breathing becoming sporadic as he ignored his aching body and moved to get away. Then he fell off the bed onto the floor.

Bowser rushed over to see if the man was alright. The moment he rounded the bed and came back into Luigi’s field of view set the man in motion again. He groaned as he tried to push himself off the floor. But froze up upon meeting Bowser’s gaze again. His face twisted in fear and pain. Only wishing to help Bowser once again reached out but this only set the smaller man off again. “no no no no no no” Luigi quickly tried to get away but ended up backing himself into a corner, between the wall and a side table. The moment his back met the wall he tensed. Breathing picking up as he tried to push himself into the wall, as if he would just slip through it. Not knowing what else to do Bowser once again tried to reach for the human. “no please dont please im sorry im sorry” luigi repeated. Luigi then pulled his legs up and turned his head away, trying to get even further away. Hyperventilating as his gaze met Bowser’s. Quickly he shut his eyes and waiting for the final blow. Only movement he made was from his sobs shaking his body.

Bowser stood frozen. Not knowing what to do. The longer he watched the more it made his heart ache. Sure he was fear and most of the time he enjoyed people cower but this. No this was different. He didn’t mean to hurt him like this. His anger just got the better of him and the human was just so fragile. He looked at his hands in horror at the idea of actually killing someone. They began to tremble. He was a monster. A- he was brought back to reality, eyes widening, as he heard Luigi begin to repeat ‘im sorry’ and ‘please don’t hurt me’ over and over. When he looked up from his hands the image he was met with took his breath away. He was curled into a ball with his hands gripping his hair like a life line. He did this. This was his fault and here he was making it worse. A monster. The words once again rang into his ears. He remembered Peach calling him that. Mario calling him that. Even some of his own subjects had said it. He never let it bother him before. But here and now. Looking at the broken, mangled man before him. He knew they had been right. He truly was a monster.

#bowuigi #Luigi #bowser #angst #uhhh #liz writes #my writing #I forgot how to tag again

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i-sveikata · 12 days

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Tbh i understand pete, the beginning of their relationship wasn't normal or easy at all so him struggling to bottom made sense to me but as you said that he thinks Vegas will get bored eventually if pete will stop challenging him, i think i get where he's coming from , i mean we do know that Vegas loved to see pete resist and fight himself and that's what pete thinks too, that this push and pull game will keep Vegas hooked somehow, but I can't wait for him to let his guards down completely because boy you dont know how Vegas loves to see you taking initiatives and letting loose and enjoying yourself ngl Vegas loves everything pete does that man is down bad I love him so yeah I cannnottt wait for both of you to go all out and fuck

Also by any luck are we getting a chapter update tomorrow? No pressure I am just curious jfhsjdj you won't believe I actually do arrange my schedule acc to the chapter on update days lmaooooo

yeah exactly!!!! like these are the walls he first put up to protect himself and it would be such a huge undertaking for him to take them down now around vegas (esp because it twinges against petes very real hang ups about letting vegas win/ getting what he wants)

yes i think its been left so long now that pete is building it up/ combining a lot of his fears into the act of bottoming in his head- like if he says yes what if vegas repeats more of the horrible things he first said to pete about him obviously wanting it when he was a prisoner, finally confirming it as true? and if vegas wants it so bad is it still that aggravating win for him if he gets it? even if pete might want to try and reexperience it in a new way too? and what if things do change and he loses his power over vegas by giving up that last thing to him? what if vegas grows bored of the pete thats fully accepting of his wants and needs? what if its not a challenge anymore once hes decided hes won? and what if more of vegas dominating side comes out again when hes topping pete? what if he takes complete control again?

like obvs these are really valid fears but a lot of its now is sort of revolving around the fact that if pete lets this get any deeper hes giving vegas the power to hurt him (not physically of course but like emotionally- which he figured out can go badly when vegas nearly died in front of him and the idea of losing him got pete in a total panic) and thats a really big deal for pete. and which hes still trying to decide is actually worth it to open himself up to- the idea of love and loss. so its really so much beyond completely relaxing his guard for vegas. its conceding to the idea of needing him. of wanting him. of being afraid of losing him too.

but yeah honestly pete has a lot of things holding him back from going further atm- no matter how many ways hes sort of passively going along with and both outright asserting himself as part of a romantic relationship with vegas. its still all so messy in his head no matter what his feelings and attraction are. so pete is afraid of being vulnerable like that again but especially about not being in control of his own body/ vegas being in control of his body and these are all things he has to work through. but yeah youre absolutely right he doesnt realise that his fears are totally unfounded and vegas is down bad for him (and is going to absolutely lose his mind when pete starts taking initiative and being even more open about his needs) and they are absolutely going to go nuts on the sex front once they finally reach that much needed equilibrium haha.

it's actually looking less likely that i'm going to post tonight unfortunately!!! the chap editing is taking a hell of a lot longer than i expected and im honestly going to just run out of time before bed (and a girly has gotta sleep) so im guessing it'll be either tomorrow or day after- depending how the editing wraps up. (also lol @ me saying i dont post on weekdays and then immediately proving myself wrong im a clown :) )

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you

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amysubmits · 10 months

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I dont know what to realistically expect when its time for me and my Daddy to have our first intercourse. Lately in our sexting and having playtime over text and calls, as we are currently in a ldr, its been all about him.. I am worried that it will be like that as well when its time. it will be my first time having sex, and me reading alot of erotica and romance and intimacy in fiction books and novels doesn't help that I want it to be as perfect as I read about, but I know its unrealistic.. I have asked him multiple times in the many months we have dated what's it gonna be like or what are we gonna do when its time for sex and he always said that he will take good care of me and we will do it all depending on me and how I am feeling and that its different when we are sexting and playing over the phone and how it will really be, that sometimes he gets rougher just to get things going and exciting over the phone but when its time it wont be like that because he knows that I am a virgin and that I am inexperienced.. I hope you understand how I feel and please advice me..

Hey Anon :)

I don't mean to suggest that I assume most people lose their virginity as minors because that certainly isn't the case. I was an adult myself, actually. At the same time, because it's not uncommon for people to experience this as minors, when I get anonymous messages referencing virginity I always feel the need to say that I am hoping and assuming you are at least 18, and if not you shouldn't be on my blog.

With that out of the way...

I think your worries are really understandable to me given how you're facing the unknown, and given the nature of your sexting themes. It's awesome that you've raised those questions/concerns to your Daddy multiple times! Communicating things like that are so important but can be so easy to shy away from doing as a new sub so I'm so glad to hear that you did that! And it sounds like he tried to reassure you that he won't push for anything that is too much for you or you aren't enjoying in the moment, which, in my opinion, is exactly what should be the case.

I think the #1 priority should be making this an enjoyable, non-scary experience for you. I can imagine being in your shoes and wanting to be this "perfect sub" based on your understanding of the 'perfect sub' from erotica and stuff, as well as wanting to make some of your sexting experiences a reality. I can understand the instinct to put that pressure on yourself. However, I'd really encourage you to try to be aware of you putting that pressure only ourself, and trying to resist it. Honestly, I think a lot of subs if they were to write out what "perfect sub" or "ideal sub" would be like...their description would not be the healthiest view of what a sub is. Many of us, even when we logically know otherwise, still hold onto some parts of your brains that think that we'd be a "better sub" if we had the least amount of limits possible, or if we needed as little as possible from our doms and were able to make everything about their pleasure. But those are really toxic ideas if taken seriously so it's really important to resist those - at any/every phase of D/s in my opinion, but especially when you're new to sex. Even as a sub with a few years of experience, I still find myself needing to be more vocal about how things feel, or do more guiding when I am trying something new to me. I think it's healthiest for me to do that, though - so we try to prioritize being healthy over being as subbie as possible.

Right now, your partner can't possibly know what feels good to your body during sex because you have no experience with that yourself, so you don't really know your own body in that way...so he can't either. And with that being the case, the best way to explore your body and learn what does and doesn't feel good to you, is to let you do a lot of guiding the situation in your early experiences. How fast, how deep, what position or angle, etc should all be based on what feels best to you, in my opinion. So that will likely look like starting really slow, and then you letting him know if you want deeper or faster or slower or if the angle is uncomfortable or painful at all, etc.

Frankly, it may not feel super submissive if you find that you feel the most submissive when you're in a passive role. You'll be leading the situation somewhat....but submitting isn't all about being passive. Cautiously exploring your body together while giving him information about how it's feeling for you, is going to give him lots of great information that he can someday use to lead your sexual interactions more himself. So, I think you could still very much see the experience as an act of submission as you'd be serving your Daddy and your relationship really well by doing that. To me, this route would be the most ideal.

At minimum though, I'd suggest trying to come up with specific boundaries that you have for this first experience. I assume that part of your fear of not knowing what to expect comes from fears that X, Y or Z will happen. Based on what your ask said, I'd think some of your fears might be that the interact would be too focused on his pleasure and not enough on your own, and another might be that you'd worry he'll be really rough like he's been in your sexting. If those assumptions are accurate, I'd share those specific concerns with him and set roughness as a limit. With PIV being the goal, he may need some time focused on him as far as a handjob or blowjob to get him hard. But if that is the case, you could still agree to something like...the situation will be as focused on you as reasonably possible, and agreeing to some sort of check-in related to whether you've had enough time specifically focused on you. And if you have any other specific concerns or fears, should be set as limits if at all possible. I say 'if at all possible' because if your fear is something like...being afraid that you won't be able to orgasm, then that isn't necessarily something you can set as a hard limit as your body just may not cooperate. But if your fears are things like...you're worried about being tied down during sex, or you're worried about a certain position or something, those are things you can (and in my opinion should) set as limits for your first experience.

In a nutshell, I think it'd be really tough for this first experience to be "too selfish" on your side. I'd encourage you to see being vocal about your preferences, goals, fears, dislikes, etc so that you guys can customize this as closely as possible to making it go as well as possible for you. If you want to someday submit to his wishes and preferences in bed, that's awesome, but I don't think the first few times you have sex should be about that. You have to learn your body first and understand your body a little bit yourself before you can really give control of your body over to anyone else.

I'll also add that while it's understandable to hope your first time is amazing, I'd try to adjust that expectation a little bit. I'm not at all saying it's not possible that your first time will be great, because for some people it absolutely is. And I don't think you should have too much fear that it'll go terribly, because as long as you both respect each other and communicate (as it sounds like you guys do!), it shouldn't go terribly. But, there is a lot of gray area between 'great' and 'awful'. My guess is that most people's first time is more in the neutral or slightly positive area. But when you think about your first time doing anything else...it's kinda understood that the first time won't be your best experience ever with most things. The first time with most things is a learning experience and if that's what your first time with sex primarily is...that's still a really good thing that can lead you to the "fireworks and rainbows" feeling sexual experiences you want to have later on.

I hope something in here helped. Sorry this is so long. Best of luck to you.

#asks #d/s

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