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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 days

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how have we as a fandom collectively not discussed lucifer corruption kink. because idk about anyone else but GODDDD FUCK

i was raised christian and that shit is so hot. like.. god DAMN

it's the "you used to be so devout when you were alive, what would they think of you now with the devil's cock in your mouth?" of it all for me.

A/n: this is just 🤌

You shouldn't be doing this, you were an Angel, one of the highest ranking members but looking up at the King of hell, the very man that Adam warned you about. Even when you were alive you knew better than to mess with him.

And yet, you found yourself unable to care at all.

You were on your knees, the man grasping your chin as he gave you a smirk but his eyes held something completely different.

"you used to be so devout when you were alive, what would they think of you now with the devil's cock in your mouth?" Lucifer then let his fingers glide down your cheek as you arched into his touch.

He couldn't explain why he wanted you so badly, he may have wanted to corrupt you but he also wanted to as his, he wanted you to be his and his alone.

Swallowing thickly, you could feel your heart race as you nodded your head and with a snap of your fingers you were lying in his bed. His dark eyes looking you over, wings wide and those horns. You wanted nothing more than to touch them.

"Sir....please..." you wanted something that Adam would never give you. "Please fuck me."

Lucifer grins, a mischievous glint in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice was low and husky as he spoke, his words dripping with desire.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pure girl." He stated hovering above you, his hands slipping under your dress. "Please...call me Lucifer and trust me Angel. I've been waiting for this moment for far too long," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of excitement and possessiveness. "I'm going to show you just how much better I am than Adam will ever be." His voice was thick with desire as he continued, his words a blend of dominance and longing.

"You're mine. Only mine," he growled. "I'm going to make you forget about him completely. I'll make you scream my name, beg for me to take you. I'll give you pleasure like you've never experienced before."

His lips then crashed against yours, a surge of passion and hunger fueling the kiss. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he were claiming it as his own. His hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting sparks of desire within you.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his voice raw with emotion. "Now that you're mine, I'm never letting you go."

With each word, Lucifers confidence grew, his grip on you tightening. He was determined to make you forget heaven,forget about Adam and to show you just how much better he could be. And in that moment, as his lips trailed down your neck and his hands explored your body, you couldn't deny the overwhelming desire that burned within you. You were his, and he was going to make damn sure you knew it.

Whimpering against his lips, you rubbed yourself against his groin as your breaths came out in shallow pants.

Lucifer's desire intensified as he felt your body pressing against his, your movements igniting a fire within him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you closer as he ground against you, the bulge in his pants growing harder with each passing moment.

"Mmm, you're so eager, aren't you, Angel?" he purred, his voice thick with need. "You want me to fuck you, don't you? To feel me deep inside you, claiming every inch of you?"

His hands now roaming over your body as he slowly undressed you, his touch gentle yet possessive. His eyes drank in the sight of your exposed skin, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

"I want you too spread those pretty legs for me."

As you complied, he quickly shed his own clothes, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing with need. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs as he gazed down at you with hunger in his eyes.

"You're mine, Angel. And I'm going to make you feel so good," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of possessiveness and adoration.

Without further hesitation, he plunged into you, filling you completely with one swift thrust. A moan escaped his lips as he felt your warmth enveloping him, a perfect fit that sent waves of pleasure through his body.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, each one driving you closer to the edge. His hands held onto you tightly, his hips meeting yours in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate. His eyes never left yours, his gaze filled with a mixture of possessiveness and aching desire.

"You're so fucking tight, Angel," he groaned, his voice laced with pleasure. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock."

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. His lips found yours once again, claiming them in a passionate kiss as he poured all his desire and need into you.

"Come for me, Angel," he whispered against your lips. "Let me feel you clench around me. Let me make you mine in every way."

As you both reached the peak of pleasure, Lucifer's own release washed over him, his body shuddering with the intensity of it. He spilled himself inside you, his moans mingling with yours as you both rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Lucifer collapsed beside you, his breathing heavy yet satisfied. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your forehead.

"You're mine, Angel," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness. "And I'll do everything in my power to make you happy."

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xxblairexxss · 10 months

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My girl

Pairing : Mason Mount x plussize!reader

Theme : Angst (idk 😭) / fluff

Requested.

I’m not sure if I did justice to your request, anon. I hope I did. I can’t make it 100% igau because I always feel the need to elaborate more so igau alone won’t make me feel satisfied. Sorry about that… oh and I used olenia as face claim because her settings made it easier for me to use, I’m sorry if she’s not what you imagine the reader to be 😭

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You met Mason through a mutual friend. When he first approached you, you made it clear that you were not interested and if he was looking for a girl to play around, he could count you out but he insisted for you to go out with him for just one date and you could be the one to decide about the next one, either you wanted him to leave you alone or you wanted to give it another chance.

Mason was really nice. You thought he would be a cocky guy, thinking he was above everyone but he was everything but that. Your first date with him was an unanticipated one, you wasn’t hoping for anything but he really knew the way to win your heart.

And that was how he became your first ever boyfriend.

You refused to talk about this matter a lot but another reason why you had a hard time to accept Mason into your life was because you didn’t believe he would fell in love with someone like you. He was surrounded by models, social media influencers, heck, even some of his fans have ‘better’ body image than you. Sure, you don’t like to talk badly about yourself but it was hard not to do so when you were raised in a society that set an inconceivable image on women.

Mason knew about this though you rarely talked about it which was why he respected your decision to not have your face posted on his social media accounts.

“Mase…..can we agree on one thing?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Mason took a step forward and took your shaking hand in his to leave a peck on your fingers. He had realised you were being quit this whole day so he asked you to have a cooking session together because he knew you loved trying out new recipes.

“I don’t want you to post my face on your social media.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it…? You are not gonna ask why?” You immediately looked up to look at him, his answer made you stunned.

“I know the reason why, baby and I know you don’t like talking and explaining about it so I’m not gonna ask.”

“Are you mad…?”

“Mad? Silly, why would I get mad at you?” He chuckles and enveloped your figure in his arms, your head fitted perfectly around his forearm and he loved it so much. “I am not mad at you, baby. I just..I can’t…how do I put this in words. I can’t tell you to stop hating on yourself because I don’t know what you actually feel like. I’m not in your shoes. I don’t know what it felt like to grow up as a woman who was constantly being told by the society that you have to look this and that to be called pretty.”

And you heart bursted, not because he made you feel heartbroken, but because of the huge amount of love you felt for him.

“But I know very well how it felt like waking up in the morning being greeted by the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I know how it felt like falling in love everytime I see your captivating smile when we successfully tried a new recipe, I know how it felt like when my heart swelled in pride seeing how you got excited over cookies or cakes because you loved sweets. You are my girl and it’s my job to make you feel appreciated, to cherish and admire you. I won’t push you to step over your comfort zone if you are not ready, you know that, don’t you?”

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You did read the nasty comments but it didn’t made you cry. Probably because you were used to it, not sure if that made it any better but there were days where it made you stared at yourself in the mirror hating every single part of your body, there were days where you had no appetite no matter how famished you were but Mason would always made it better, it was as if he could read your mind.

Mason did in fact could read your mind like an open book. He knew when your smile had a hidden meaning, he knew it when you looked at him and he could see all those black clouds hovering your head but he never pointed it out. He knew you didn’t like to talk about it so he helped you through his acts.

“Hi there, princess. What are you staring at?” Mason came home to see you standing in front of the mirror, hands on your hips and you just looked so broken. He stood by your side, arms wrapped around your waist to pull you close and you leaned on his chest in response and heaved a sigh.

“Nothing, Mase..”

“Do you wanna bake something tonight? It’s Friday. We always bake something on Friday.”

“Can we skip it tonight? I don’t feel like it…”

“Remember the beignets we saw from Princess and the Frog last night? I found the recipe on Tiktok.”

“Really?!” Your face instantly lit up and turned to look at him. You had told Mason how much you craved for the beignets but non of the recipes looked legit.

“Yeah! I think we have the ingredients already. Wanna give it a try?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” You squealed and hugged him, causing him to stumble back from the sudden change of mood.

So, beignets were your recipe of the week.

It was a success, which was a surprise. So now you have a plate of beignets and ‘Princess and the Frog’ on play.

“You know, princess..” Mason spoke all of sudden which caught you by surprise. The audio from the movie is now long forgotten.

“Yeah…?”

“You know how you always told me you wondered why I chose you over anyone else? I wished you could see yourself from my point of view because when I tell you how perfect you are, how beautiful you are, I mean every single words I said. And I’m not talking about your appearance alone, you have such a good heart, Y/N. We used to meet up with Jason, our mutual friend, at the same old club, remember? One day I walked outside the club to get some fresh air and I saw you rummaging through your handbag just to give a heat pack to an old man who was walking home from a night shift. The other time I met you outside the club, you were calling out to this stray cat and I thought to myself, what the heck is she doing this time. Turned out you got a small pack of cat food, again, in your handbag so I saw you feeding the cat to which I had to stand on guard nearby because you were so busy talking to the cat that you paid no attention to your surrounding.” He poked on your nose which made you chuckled.

“It frustrated me so much that those people on the internet never bothered to know you, the real you that made me fell in love. I just— I wished I could just grab their heads and let them know what kind of person you are. It pained me to just constantly having to see all those comments on yours and my accounts because you didn’t deserve it, heck, no one deserved that but you told me to not entertain any of them because it would be like fighting with a wall. I always remember you told me to not fight with someone who speaks with their ears closed so I held myself but it’s just..”

“It’s okay, Mase. You have been the biggest help I could ever asked for. I think it was kinda hard for me to think that none of them actually have powers against me because I felt like they would always win but all this time, I have always won. I have a boyfriend who always made me see my worth every single day, a boyfriend who never missed to compliment me every day, a boyfriend who always respected me and I think I’ll manage…with you by my side.”

“Always, baby. You can always count on me.” He wiped your tears off and cupped your cheeks to brush his lips against yours. A single kiss turned into two, three, and a shower of kisses all over your face which caused both you and Mason to giggle at it together.

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masonmount I know how hard the internet has been on her and I know no matter how strong of a person she is, one can only bear too much before it break you down. Y/N is one of the strongest person I know and to see her breaking down from the comments that were quick to judge on her based on how she looked broke my heart. I am no saint and best believe, I don’t even deserve to be with someone as quintessential as her so if there was one who deserved to be judged, it should be me, not her. Please be respectful towards my girlfriend, and everyone else as everything you comment would linger in someone’s mind for god knows how long.

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mywritingonlyfans · 1 year

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In his Touch. // Alex Turner X Reader. Smut!

filling the request: Alex with a very innocent and virgin younger reader and it's their first time together on their wedding night and he is so worried about hurting her. (that being soft and stuff). okay, so, there's some mild corruption kink, eating out and more sex stuff (idk how to describe the kinks lol, i just followed my heart, i'm sorry).

words: 4K.

At this point, you didn't care anymore, even though you had cared so much about it in the beginning. Alex was much more mature, and it was evident from his tastes, the way he treated you, and the delicate lines that formed at the corners of his eyes when he smiled at you. He might be almost a decade older than you, but you couldn't feel more comfortable and desired by anyone else. Prior to him, you had only one relationship, if you could even call it that, and the aftermath of it was so bitter that it made Alex seem unreal. This raised a concern in your mind at first, but soon Alex proved to be more than just good words and manners. On the contrary, you wouldn't be ending this night beside him if that weren't the case.

His gaze was thoughtful over you, and for a moment, you almost believed that you might break. Then, his velvety voice filled the room, "Are you sure 'bout this?" Sitting on the bed, facing each other, he rested his hand on your waist, fingering the fabric of the light blue dress that matched his baby blue suit.

He looked stunning in that warm light, his face rosy with anticipation, and his breathing uneven and clear no matter how hard he tried to hide it. You wanted that, and being able to feel how much Alex desired you without being intrusive about it made you want him even more, without feeling guilty about what might be coming.

"It's just sex," you said, your voice betraying your nervousness.

He chuckled, but not in a judgmental way, but in a welcoming one. "Maybe it would be just sex if I didn't love you so much. I'm nervous because it's my first time with you."

You wrinkled your nose, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he hugged you around the waist. You were cold, a little shaky, and your mind kept circling the fact that he had done this before countless times, and he might not enjoy doing it with you. You couldn't hide your nerves, even if you tried hard enough, because Alex knew you, and he would notice it.

"Do you want to talk about it first? You might feel more comfortable," he kissed your head, his touch gentle, enveloping you into him. You wanted him so badly. "And, you know, I’m pretty much yours and we have all the time in the world. It doesn't have to be now. There's no hurry."

As you furrowed your brows, Alex could sense the shyness in your smile. "What is it? You don't want to have sex with me?" you asked, your voice low and quiet.

But yet, you cringed in agony, yearning for something you didn't even know what it felt like. Alex noticed your discomfort and pulled back a little, leaning his hands behind him so he could look at you better. He straightened the strap of your dress that had fallen down, following your eyes with a fond gaze.

He then took off his blazer, folding it neatly and placing it at the foot of the bed. As he returned his hands to your waist, he lightly squeezed the spot, making you take your fingers to his broad shoulders for balance. With just his t-shirt on, he looked even more delirious, his toned arms and neck sticking out.

As if he could hear your thoughts, he guided your hips so that you were in his lap. It wasn't like you'd never spent hours glued to him for a makeout session, yet this was different. Before you could hide your face from him, he cupped your chin with a firm touch, like that you couldn't look away from him. "I could never explain how much I want this," he whispered, and then let you snuggle up to him.

Your arms and legs tightened around him as your head settled into his neck. Your hand roamed over his covered chest, sneaking through the opened buttons, feeling the warmth of his body, working its way from his neck to the nape to feel his soft curls until your fingers were intertwined in the chain of his necklace, as if he was made for you to fit into like a puzzle piece.

"I want you, Alex," you murmured, feeling the tension building up between you two.

He tenderly kissed his way along your skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made you feel weak in the knees. Eventually, he made his way up to your mouth, his hands gliding over your thighs and pulling you close to him. You were completely enveloped by his touch, and you couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on by it all. As he slipped his tongue into your lips, you let out a low groan and tugged at his hair, causing him to let out a grunt as well. But then, you grinned excitedly against him, and he pulled back with a look of amusement.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, all husky.

You nodded, your hands icy cold while your entire body was warm. Getting more comfortable, you felt his bulge, something that seemed sudden given how fast and focused on his lips your mind were.

"Answer me, pumpkin. I need your voice to make sure we're doing okay, I don't want it to be uncomfortable in any way for you." He assured, dipping the tip of his nose into your skin and showering you in more kisses. From there you knew he would continue to guide you through the little nuances, and you didn't care, you liked his voice.

“I like the feeling of being the reason for your heavy sighs,” you breathed out, carried away by his delight in hearing you. His hands roamed the hem of the dress, making you feel out of breath once again. And when you got him, you lifted your hips and then your arms until the fabric no longer belonged to you. "I don't feel uncomfortable, I feel good with you."

As your skin was exposed, Alex followed the curves of your body with his fingers, soon replacing them with his lips. He gazed at you with a silly smile on his face, his cheeks and nose already tinted red. He didn't speak, but his actions spoke volumes. You nodded for him to continue, and he unclasped your bra, revealing more of your flesh, which he peppered with wet kisses. You didn't feel ashamed or self-conscious; you had spent enough time with Alex to know how much he appreciated you, as corny as it may sound. And tonight was no different.

He brushed his teeth to the region of your belly, going to your breasts and shoulders. Still gentle, he palmed your bust, causing a strange sensation to run through you. Your body was tingling, so Alex continued to stimulate your nerves, whether it was between running his fingertips over your sensitive skin or sucking and hoping to leave light marks. Your sighs were urgent, as your legs were getting tight around him, which encouraged Alex to go ahead.

Although you didn't feel vulnerable with your body in front of him, the realization that he was giving you something you couldn't reciprocate made you freeze. In that moment, you felt small with a silly fear, and Alex, of course, could tell.

Alex held you tighter and left you on the bed. His hands roamed over your torso while yours went to the collar of his shirt, wandering over his exposed skin and the silver cord. "Is everything okay?" His eyes gazed at you and you knew he wouldn't continue until you verbalized what was bothering you. It was fair enough, but you wanted to avoid such a situation.

You snorted, holding him to you. The light fabric of his touches your body, in a way that you can't help but rub against him for more. He chuckled upon realizing something, but his attention remained fixated on your face, waiting for your response. This brought you some comfort, even though you still felt a bit irritated with yourself.

You held him close and spat out, "I don't like the idea that I won't know how to make you feel good, since you’re experienced and I am not." This time, you held his face, feeling the tension taking over you, even though he had a comforting smile. "Could you guide me through it, though?" you said, not feeling as sure about it as you wanted.

You reached up to his pants, to touch and feel him, but soon he stopped, holding your wrist and bringing it over your head.

He caressed the spot, kissed your cheek, and then leaned his forehead against yours, the strands of his hair falling over you. "Look at me," he whispered, his breath so close and ticklish. "It's ‘bout you. I don't care and I'm not expecting you to do anything, at least not for now. Just let me take care of you. We can fix it later. I'd love to guide you through the things you still don't know how to do, but for now, let me have this for you. You just have to relax, puppet."

“Don't you mind that I don't know what to do?” You still looked uncertain, but with your body a bit more relaxed.

His cheeks and neck turned red as he gave a lingering bite to his lips. His fingers trailed up to your waist and then to your bust once again, leaving his attention there. Despite the sensation not being new anymore, it still caught you off guard. You shivered and sighed, enjoying it.

As he peppered kisses on your cheek, he shook his head indicating a negative response. "I find the prospect of being your first quite thrilling," he said, while his grip around you tightened, prompting you to wrap your arms around him. His gentle and welcoming tone made everything feel comfortable somehow.

"If that's what you're saying," you replied, sensing that you were becoming more relaxed but also feeling a bit shy still, which was understandable. You snuggled closer to him, intertwining your legs with his, hoping to get as close to him as possible. "I have a thing for older guys, although I can't quite explain why, y’know?" you admitted. He nuzzled his nose deeper into your neck and chuckled softly, murmuring "my kink princess" in your ear.

You ended up laughing too, as his body collapsed onto yours, his laughter filling the air and his warmth and scent washing over you. You couldn't be more in love.

You closed your eyes in amazement, pulling your knees up to wrap around his waist. Turning to him to get his attention, you whispered, "Alex, I need you to touch me now," and this time, both of you were certain of it.

With a clumsy yet gentle touch, he removed your panties and passed the fabric solemnly over your skin. His breathing was labored, no longer out of fear, but now due to the anticipation of this moment.

Alex went over his own words, keeping his gaze fixed on yours and attentive to every nuance. He didn't think it was a bad thing, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, even though he knew that he could spend hours staring at every inch of you.

He asked for permission once more, wanting to make sure that everything was okay. You nodded, your eyes closing quietly as his hand sank into you, bringing you comfort. His fingers touched you lightly, and all you felt was a tingling sensation, while your mouth became dry at him.

“You're already so wet, hon’.” You gazed into him, and it was evident that his every word was affecting you deeply. He could sense it. "Listen, just follow your body's lead. Don't try to force anything. Although I love having your attention, it doesn't have to be that way," he added, and you suddenly realized that you were finding it hard to stay focused on anything else.

You followed his instructions, squeezing your eyes shut and letting your head relax back onto the pillows. You could feel his breath on your face as he sighed "good girl," the pressure between your thighs increasing and your hips beginning to move in unison with his fingers. "Is it a good thing?" you asked with difficulty. It took Alex a moment to comprehend your question, and when he did, he felt a tightness in his own clothes.

"It is, babe," he murmured, lips touching your temple, the beard adding to it. "It's great, actually, it'll make it easier for you. Besides, you’re expected to be like that, no matter who you're with, okay? even though you're mine." You nodded, clutching at his shirt, which he tucked you in. You could feel how wet you were, the noises echoing through the room.

“I don't expect to feel this way with anyone else but you," you sighed heavily. Your face fell into his chest, soft moans escaping both of you as he pleased you. Then, he reassured you that if something was wrong, you should warn him before he penetrated his fingers on you.

He was careful and started with just one, happy with you clinging to him. You pulled yourself together, looking good, yet desperate. Clearly your throat was scratching, then you spoke quietly to him, "I want you, Al. Is this going to take long?" And he understood, couldn't help but chuckle at your sincere question.

“Not much, babe. I'm not trying to torture you, but I want you to be prepared for it. Properly wet and stretched out for me, is that fine? So you can feel me better in you." He kissed your sweaty forehead, swearing he could feel how much wetter you got with every syllable that came out of his mouth.

He dove deeper, still easy, using both fingers. A soft, high-pitched growl escaped your lips, which was soon kissed by Alex, followed by him repeating that he got you. It wasn't uncomfortable, but different, you still wanted him to continue.

When things started to feel too right and your hand rested on his wrist for more, he leaned closer to your ear, not failing in complimenting your sounds and behavior, adding in such a husky tone, "I need to taste you a little bit, is that ‘kay for you? Can I, puppet?" You gazed at him, your body still all over him. Taking your time, you tried to process everything. You had understood, but your brain was struggling to fully absorb it.

“Is this going to be good for you, like does that sound like a good thing to do?” Your brow arched and you felt the blood rise to your cheeks. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable with anything either.

“Oh, babe, it sure does,” he couldn't find the words to describe how excited he felt, and he was pretending to be calm while he was there. "I just need you to assure me that we're going well for this, can you do that?" Soon, he found himself rubbing his fingertips more urgently on you, as if every second the idea of being the first to be between your legs, tasting you and hearing more of your incessant sighs was flooding his head. He couldn't help but be aching for you.

You nodded in agreement, soon feeling his lips bathe you in slow, tender kisses all the way to the tip of your hips. One of your hands gripped the sheet and the other went into his hair as he watched you between caresses on your lower belly.

"Do I have to do something?" Your brows arched, just as your back. You could feel him next to you. You closed your legs in a blink, trying to take advantage of the friction but Alex stopped you before you could do it properly. You felt sticky and he could see it, something that made him want to grope himself. You were a mess. Alex knew you were ready for him, however he had been looking forward to it and now he wanted to get a taste of you and let it be marked on his tongue as urgently as possible.

"No puppet," he collected you in his fingers, pausing a moment before letting them get lost in you. Your body tensed at the same intensity as his mouth watered, yet he looked into your eyes that were a little worried. And even though he was inches from where he wanted to be, he completed. "You just need to relax for me, okay angel? Lay your body down on the bed and let it guide you through that, there's nothing you have to worry about." And just like that, your face was calm again as he took in how much his voice made you wet his fingers even more.

You sank into the sheets, causing Alex not to linger any longer. He ran his tongue flat, taking his time, gently moving up and down until he brushed against your clit. Your abdomen tightened and Alex let out a sigh of satisfaction, this was so much better than he'd had in mind.

"Fuck, babe. You're so fuckin' sweet." You moaned, lifting your hips to his face. You looked at him between your legs, eyes closed and expression relaxed as he tasted you. You became more agitated, and Alex had already worked well on you to know that from your state you were getting close. So soon, he held you in place for him, taking advantage of the time he had.

"Am I, Al?" You sounded weak and slurred, almost unconscious. His attention went to you, and then maintaining eye contact, he let his fingers run over you as he sucked your juices to himself. The noises were amazing. You continued with him, your mouth parted in a silent whimper. It didn't take long for your thighs to wrap around him and he stopped everything, not that in fact that was his will but he didn't want to burden you on your first time. He could do that later.

"Alex, this was so good. I did something wrong, why did you stop?! Was it my fault? I didn't want you to stop, I did as you said." He chuckled lightly at your desperation, hovering over you. He tried to get rid of the pants and all in a way that didn't look like he was in a rush, even though he knew he was failing. Not thinking twice, Alex wrapped his hand around your neck, holding you to him and kissed you, deep and with bites to let you know how good you were doing for him. He pulled away, still very close and his breath being shared with yours and asked. "Can you taste yourself on me?" You nodded, knowing how to differentiate the kiss before and after he has his face buried in you.

"I like that,"

His smile widened as he went to plant kisses on your neck, to make your muscles as tense as possible for him to be on you. "We're going to have to do this more often, princess. I don't think I can let myself start to think about forgetting how you taste, huh?"

You murmured into his shoulder, locking your arms around him. He could swear he has a new addiction. Your legs went to his waist and he didn't fail to hold you tight to him. Amidst your whimpers and the tears welling up in your eyes, you spoke with a parched throat, whispering that you needed him.

"Do you feel ready babe?" He asked one more time before he sealed your lips to his, feeling your body shake as you pleaded.

He hugged you tighter, trying to make you comfortable and snuggled into him, hoping that soon you would do the same. And as expected, once you were tied together at the hips, you squeezed into him. Your moans were muffled by being pressed against him and he felt bad that he hadn't thought that seeing your face at that moment would be important. He held still, waiting until you said otherwise. Your hand roamed around the back of his neck in a relaxing way while your head was buried in his chest. At some point, which he judged was when you felt comfortable, you wrapped your legs hard into him for more contact.

"Do you want me to move, princess?" He had a cute crease on his forehead, reflecting pure concern. You found it appealing how concerned he was about not hurting you, even though he had only made you feel good so far.

"Please, Al. Just go slow, please." He rested his forehead on yours, watching your angelic face. He did as you said, slowly and letting your moans guide him through it. "You look so good like this, let me hear you too." Alex didn't even realize he was holding back, he was so focused on you. He let his husky grunts escape and loved your smile at him. Noticing the tears streaming from your eyes he stopped, seeing you confused and panting at him.

"Am I hurtin' you?" You denied, pushing away his hair, which was falling over his forehead, and kissed his pink cheeks.

He took it at first, but then asked again. "Are you sure you're okay, babe?" he asked as he continued to move his body, recalling your promise to inform him if something was amiss. His forehead creased and his lips parted, revealing the impact you had on him. And you were in love with it. "I'm here for you," he assured you, wiping away your tears and kissing them away, his attention fixed solely on you.

"You are making me feel so good, Alex. I don't think it could be better, I'm enjoying that feeling so much. You feel so great on me." You were panting, still sounding like you were in pain from pleading so hard. Alex held your waist, going deeper yet delicate on you. You closed your eyes in silence as you felt him under your skin. "Alex, more, please, babe." You sighed in whimpers. He could discern from the look in your eyes that you were imploring for something you couldn't put into words if someone were to inquire, but he was about to reveal it to you.

His mind was suddenly invaded by the realization that you belonged to him, and him alone, and that only him could make you feel this way. No other names were uttered from your lips before but his. Only he knew your desires, your taste, and how beautiful you looked in that moment. Moreover, no one else would ever know because neither of you would let them. Alex was losing his mind to that, but in the best of ways.

In the morning, your comfortable and bare body would rest atop his, bathed in sunlight, affirming that he had you all to himself. Today, that thought had crossed his mind, but now it was an even more tangible reality, and he relished every moment of it.

"Come for me, babe. Don't hold back, Just let your body feel it." He held your hand, guiding his hips as he rode you through it. You looked so gorgeous before his eyes. Your eyes were closed tight and as he was watching you get there, he couldn't resist. He held you to him, and with both of your hearts still racing, he comforted you by whispering in your ear with his husky and lazy voice. "It's okay, princess. I've got you, I always will."

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taglist: @ohladymoon @bloo-wisteria (if you want to be added or removed let me know!)

#alex turner #alex turner smut #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for fantasied a lot to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

God I love tattoo kaeya so much actually I'm grrrr im also. i love jerking off idk how to explain it so there is smut in addition to kaeya being. god he likes you so much also reader is g/n

When Rosaria introduced him to a new client he didn't think much of it. He's tattooed a good amount of her friends and being someone who didn't shy away from any challenge meant he got a wide variety of customers wanting his ink on their skin.

As soon as you came through those doors he found himself much more distracted than usual, asking you a lot more casual questions as his intake session felt more like a friend, rather than a consult.

You didn't seem to mind, laughing and smiling as he talks to you and he's a little obsessed with it. He finds himself subconsciously flexing for you, trying to show off his sleeve or peeks of his back or chest pieces somehow. He doesn't miss the way your eyes wander just the slightest bit, thinking you've taken the bait until you make a very normal comment about how his tattoo looks so pretty and that he must have dedicated a lot of time to it.

He did, but he wants to start devoting that energy to you even though he barely knows you.

He works hard to try and design the perfect tattoo for you. To him, your body is so perfect he's so honored to paint it. He wants to bring out more of its beauty, obsessed with how shy and innocent you seemed standing next to Rosaria.

You were barely able to talk to him alone, needing her to stand with you as he talked to you. You seemed to be able to hold your own but the second she turned to do something on her phone you got even quieter, holding back until she came back.

He wants to have you all to himself, hoping that the next time he sees you Rosaria will be too busy to come with you. Maybe he'll ask you out, invite you for coffee or dinner on his dime and spoil you the way you should be.

Kaeya's mind wanders as he sketches, the lamplight bathing the lines of his pen as they twist and turn into something much lewder than he realised. The second he sees the figure on his book he slams it shut, not new to lewd tattoos but it draws attention to his cock straining at his sweats. He hadn't even noticed it until now, leaning back in his chair as he pulls the waist of his pants down to reveal his throbbing need.

He's glad he's in the privacy of his own home, biting his lip as he tries to ignore how badly he wants you. He shouldn't be doing this to you, not someone who was so sweet and kind. He should try to take you out first, put himself out there in front of you and see if you'll accept him.

Instead, he's sitting at his desk biting back barely concealed moans as his hand runs up and down his shaft. He can remember the way your warmth felt against him - you tripped when he took you over to view his portfolio - and the weight of your body as he steadied you.

God, he's so fucking desperate for you, not even needing to use his spit to lube up his cock. The head of his dick was practically spurting already, milky white leaking constantly out of his slit as his thumb teases it. Each swipe over it makes his hand jerk, imagining that it was your tongue stuttering from the feeling of him eating you out as you try to fit his girth down your throat.

"Fuck," he sighs, eyes closing as his hips begin to thrust into his hand.

"You're doing so good."

Despite you not being there, his overactive imagination was doing more than enough, grip tightening at the thought of you sinking down until you manage to meet his hips. He's got you on top of him, the way his balls rest against your ass making him gasp against your throat. His hands slip under your thighs and ass, bouncing you up and down at the speed he needs you.

"Kaeya!" you moan breathlessly into his ear, begging him to slow down while your body tries to keep up with his ruthless pace.

It feels even better to have you pinned underneath him, hands clasped with your own as you whimper. He's fucking into you so hard that your hips are brought up with each upstroke. The way your legs wrap around his waist make it almost impossible for him to pull out, your hole clenching over him tighter and tighter as you cum for him for the nth time.

His mind barely registers that it's the plush of his pillow he's roughly grinding into, the softness on his balls and sensitive tip making him whimper almost pathetically. He's worked himself up over and over, ignoring the mess of cum he's made on his sheets.

He hopes you'll say yes when he asks you out. His pillow won't survive too many other sessions like this.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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arminsfavoritepookie · 11 months

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PERVERSE by @arminsfavoritepookie PT.2 / PT.1

○ Pairing: MIKASA ACKERMAN x FEM READER

Contains: Gay stuff, smut, nasty, idk, pervert mikasa stealing yo panties and shoving them up her—Mentions of manipulation, SLOW BURN PEOPLE, intoxication, smoking blah, no because she deadass a pervert, oc mikasa don’t shit your pant

○ Synopsis: Your neighbor really really wants to fuck you and you’re foaming at the mouth for a taste

Request if you would like a pt.3

She sat there in silence, fingers dancing delicately around the rim of her wine glass. The sound echoed through the quiet of the room, a sweet symphony that entranced and captured your attention entirely. It was as though she was speaking a language only the two of you could understand, her every tap and flick of her fingers setting your heart racing. The crimson wine glistened with each passing movement of her glass, an unspoken allure drawing you closer.

You watched her in silence, eyes tracing over the lines of her face, trying to decipher the thoughts and emotions that swirled behind those deep, dark eyes. Her lips, stained and eager, parted with each sip, as though each drop of wine that crossed them was a kiss from an adoring lover. She savored the taste, allowing it to fill her with a warmth that sent ripples through her being.

The world outside faded into the background as you both sat there in silence, wrapped up in a bubble of intimacy and understanding. Her gaze never faltered, piercing into your very being, seeking out the secrets that you thought were safely locked away.

The connection between the two of you was electric, an unspoken intensity simmering just beneath the surface. As she probed deeper into your soul, you felt the walls around your heart beginning to crumble, allowing her in to see the real you. "I want to know everything," she murmured, the soft timbre of her voice setting your heart ablaze. "Every inch of you." Her words left you both shaken and enthralled, your eyes locked in a dance of need.

She continued to toy with the rim of her glass, each touch more delicate than the last. With each stroke, it was as though she was painting a picture of passion, using nothing but her fingers and a simple wine glass. The intensity built until it was almost unbearable, your heart racing with every touch. But when you finally dared to speak, your words revealed the depths of how badly you want her. "You have a way with words, Ms. Ackerman. You always put me at ease." you whispered, unable to control the throbbing in between your legs.

She looked up at you, dark eyes twinkling with a seductive energy that sent shivers down your spine. "And how is that, pretty?" she purred, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You can barely look me in the eye."

Mikasa was lost in a thirst for you that was hard to explain. She wanted to explore every inch of you, taking things slow and steady before diving in headfirst. As she traced small, delicate circles around your thigh, she felt your body instinctively tense up. She could hear your breath quicken and feel your heart racing beneath her fingertips. A devilish grin played on Mikasa's lips as she noticed the effect she was having on you.

"You're not going to stop me now, are you?" she teased, letting her filthy fingers glide up your thigh with slow and steady precision. Her touch sent chills through your body, and you found yourself gasping for air. As she made her way up to your chest, Mikasa couldn't resist teasing your sensitive nipples. She traced small circles around them, feeling them harden and become more sensitive beneath her touch. She smiled as she heard your breathing deepen, knowing that she was having the desired effect.

As she traced her nails down your chest, you let out a deep moan from within. Your breathing became harder, and your eyes locked onto hers as she traced her fingers along your neck. Every inch of your skin was alive with sensation, and you found yourself wanting more. With a wicked grin, Mikasa leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm just getting started," she whispered, sending shivers down your spine. You knew that you were powerless against her, lost in a sea of pleasure and desire.

You found yourself gasping for air as you struggled to control the waves of need that were coursing through your body. You had never experienced anything like this before—the intensity, the passion, the all-consuming craving that had engulfed you ever since Mikasa had walked through that door.

She scooted closer to you now, her sultry gaze locked onto yours, and her fingers coiled tightly around your throat. Every movement, every touch, was like a jolt of energy, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Mikasa..." you moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as her lips drew ever closer to yours. Her grip on your throat tightened, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest as she pulled you even closer to her.

Her breath was hot on your skin, and the smell of her was intoxicating, making you crave her even more. And then she spoke, her voice sultry and needy, her words a challenge that left you breathless. "You think I won't hurt you?" Her gaze never wavered, and her grip on your throat only grew tighter as she awaited your response.

You struggled to speak, to form the words that would satisfy her, but your body was betraying you, writhing and bucking as she exerted her power over you. But then, with all the strength you could muster, you met her gaze and spoke your truth.

"I don't believe you could ever truly hurt me, even if you wanted to." The words spilled out of you, tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush as Mikasa's nails dug into your skin, and her gaze burned into yours. You felt a sudden rush of fear, knowing that you had pushed her to her limit.

But instead of anger, Mikasa's face twisted into a dangerous grin, her lips curving upwards in a wicked smile that made your pulse race even faster. "You would let me have my way with you?" she asked, her voice dripping with temptation. The thought of Mikasa taking complete control was almost too much to bear, and you knew that you would do anything to satisfy her.

"I would let you do anything you wanted," you whispered, barely able to get the words out before Mikasa shoved you away, her own need for you warring with her need for control. The sudden loss of her touch left you feeling bereft, and you could feel yourself trembling with anticipation, waiting for whatever she had planned next.

For a moment, she sat there, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she fought to regain control. And then, with a fierce determination in her eyes, she lunged forward once more, her lips capturing yours in a passionate, fiery kiss that left you breathless.

A heavy weight settled in the pit of your stomach. The mixed emotions of confusion, excitement, and fear took over, leaving you feeling both overwhelmed and powerless. The raw passion that emanated from her was like a tidal wave crashing down on you, making it difficult to think straight. "I know what you want," she repeated, her voice low and husky. Her gaze was intense, holding you captive with every word she uttered. You could feel your heartbeat racing, the heat of desire slowly spreading through your veins. But you also felt a nagging doubt, a sense of uncertainty that made you hesitate.

Despite that, you couldn't deny the pull that this woman had on you. There was something about her that made you crave her touch, yearn for her in ways you never thought possible. Her chuckle was like a siren's call, luring you in deeper and deeper until you were drowning in her allure. But then she spoke those words, warning you of the danger that lurked beneath the surface. "You're not ready," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "You don't know what you're asking for." It was as if she knew you better than you knew yourself, sensing the naivete and inexperience that you tried so hard to conceal.

But despite that, she couldn't help but admit her own hunger for you. "I crave you," she murmured, leaning in closer until you could feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. "I need you." In that moment, it felt as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of you. The air was thick with anticipation, the electricity of attraction buzzing between you like an invisible force. You knew what you wanted, what your body and heart were crying out for. And yet, you also knew that there was a price to be paid for such intense passion. "Why toy with me like this?" you asked, feeling a flicker of frustration ignite within you. "What's the point if you won't give me what I want?"

Her response was swift, her grip on your face almost painful in its intensity. "Don't back away from me when I'm talking to you," she growled, her eyes flashing with a dangerous edge. But despite that, you refused to back down. "I won't be a plaything for your amusement," you said firmly, your own anger starting to simmer beneath the surface. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then why bother teasing me?"

The woman's expression shifted, her features twisting into a mixture of agony and desire. You could sense the conflict within her, the need to hold back versus the urge to let go. And yet, you couldn't let yourself be swayed by that. "I just want you to fuck me," you pleaded, feeling the slickness between your thighs become too much to bear.

The room was spinning and the walls felt like they were closing in. You knew the cause—it was the mix of alcohol and suppressed feelings that had set your emotions ablaze. The fire within you raged, hot and unforgiving, threatening to engulf you. Mikasa had gone through great lengths to make this evening perfect for the both of you. Her desire to forge a deeper and more meaningful bond between the two of you was evident in the way she had arranged everything with care and thoughtfulness.

Mikasa was a woman who had given you everything since the moment you met. Her love, affection and her very soul was offered up to you like an altar sacrifice. But it was all in vain, for you acted as if she was just a mere physical indulgence. Your negligence was crystal clear, and it had become quite apparent that something needed to change - that change had to come from Mikasa.

She knew that getting you to comprehend the intensity of her feelings was no easy feat. But she was determined to do whatever it took to ensure you never doubted her love for you again. In your state of inebriation, it was difficult to realize how wrong you were. How your carelessness had the potential to destroy everything she had built.

The passion within her had intensified and burned hot, and as she stood up, you could feel the air crackle around her. Her movements were jagged, raw, like those of a wounded animal, struggling for survival. She was the embodiment of true passion, and you could sense her rising intensity and determination.

"I see now that you're not ready for me, for us," her voice was as cold as steel, distant and uncaring. "But I'll let your disrespect slide this time. Next time, I won't be this easy on you." She looked at you for a moment before turning on her heels and leaving the room. Her figure disappeared into the darkness, fading into the shadows, leaving you behind, to face the consequences of your actions.

But you knew that this storm was far from over, and that the hunger inside you would only continue to grow until it finally gets what it's want.

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hoppingonjim · 6 months

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ACTION ! - holland march + jackson healy x reader

summary: holland cannot resist but record you getting eaten out by mr healy.

cw: oral (f receiving), afab!reader, mention of thickness around thighs, recording, cuck?? idk holland likes watching you be a mess, 3some somewhat, aspects of dom&sub. dom!jackson healy. dom!holland march. sub!reader. mocking/degrading kink.

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his recording is driving you mad.

ever since his partner had been finding his way around your body with his tongue, he couldn't hit the stop button. for some reason, a reason he couldn't quite explain, it was incredibly sexy to watch you lose all control under someone else. especially jackson.

the brunette is forcing stars upon you with the way he thrusts his tongue in and out of your weeping pussy. with heavy eyelids you attempt to keep your gaze on the enforcer but it proves to be too difficult. lacking will-power, you allow your head to fall back. letting him have total control of over you. until soft fingers gripped your cheeks, imprinting on them before tugging your head to view jackson once again, “c'mon baby, don't you wanna watch what he's doing to you?”

aged fingers explore the gentleness of your thighs. clawing the supple skin and tugging, kneading the dough coarsely. the way you're rutting your hips like an animal in heat so desperately against his gaping mouth is enough for his cock to bulge against his jeans. aching to be touched.

keeping your eyes open for the working man is tough, but your real man eyes you as prey, ensuring your eyes don't close unless you're blinking. the sensations being thrown upon you are too much. with quivering legs and a weeping clit, you can feel your high wave close. the camera lingers in front of your face and hypnotizes you. the consistent flash kissing your irises only adds to the sudden sensations. jackson isn't letting up, his tongue reaching desperately for whatever he can. hopefully your g-spot. the thrusts he blows inside of your sopping slit are enough to already make you cum. but holland's above you, tauntingly peering down and devouring the helpless sight below him. licking his lips he encourages you to hold out longer. let jackson work some more of his magic.

except jackson's hands grow savage. nails dig into your hips and mark his terriorty on the thickness of your thighs. crescents littering your once chaste skin. the way his tongue abuses your clit suddenly is too much. it's all an overkill. your legs quiver as you let go, cumming hard and heavy for the muscle man beneath you.

“fuck, fuck yeah.. damn baby, keep fucking moaning oh fuck yeah, fuck you sound so pretty..” complementing his words is the slender movements of his fingers caressing your cheeks. his thumb moves to swipe the deserted strands of hair away from your dazzling eyes. like a hawk observing prey, narrowed eyes never fall from your sight. to him the melodic sounds pouring through your lips in the form of helpless cries. the mascara once twirling your lashes is suddenly clumping around the thin hairs. collecting around the waterline and smudging towards your undereye. there's no prettier sight in holland's eyes and he feels a need to point the camera obnoxiously into your face. your messy face.

lapping up all of your sweet cum, jackson pulls away with a hefty sigh, a curiosity twinkles in his eye as he stares at his associate, “so.. do i get to feel her for real now? i think she wants that, huh princess? you want that?” so badly you do. the man is strong, similar to your holland, but this one is rough. he's not suave. leather and brass share his stature, fighting over their own sections.

it's not completely your decision though. and that's the way you like it.

holland is only able to shake his head. within seconds he's ushering his, friend, out the door. towards the door. then out the door.

“think i want my girl to myself now jackson, uh buh bye .”

suddenly, hands fall down to his belt buckle. game on.

#holland march #holland march smut #holland march x reader #holland march x you #holland march x y/n #holland march fic #the nice guys #the nice guys fic #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x y/n #nasty smut #excuse me for this ty #jackson healy x reader #jackson healy smut #nice guys smut

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purgemarchlockdown · 3 months

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Re-reading the TIHTBILWY lyrics again and I'm just- I'm sorry Mahiru for talking about your bad behavior so much but I'm a lover of Worst Girls and their flaws and I think a lot about how Mahiru says sorry and then Pushes the blame away or justifies it somehow and Doesn't Improve on Her Behavior.

I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness I can't stop feeling like there's something missing What do you think? I know it's not the type of question you want to be askedI can't help myself because I want to see your cute confused face, I'm sorry

I like interrogating what Mahiru says cause there's a lot of this sort of, things that paint the boyfriend in a kinda bad light that get recontextualized in a way later that make me go. "Mahiru...I think....I think you might have to reevaluate how you approach relationships."

For example, this one is a doozy with this bit:

Even when I test you, even the times we do the breakup ritual,

I talk about the "test you" line a lot but that's cause I'm unfortunately familiar with people who act like this. We can infer pretty reasonably that Mahiru asked uncomfortable questions Specifically to test how much her boyfriend Really loved Her. And even though she apologizes she just "can't help herself" and does it again even though she Knows he isn't comfortable with it.

And we know Mahiru took it pretty personally.

Tell me, oh tell me why, won’t you just accept me?

Yet she doesn't extend this courtesy when her Boyfriend asks for it.

My emotions are out of control, that’s inconvenient? I don’t care!

I think it's just kinda important to me to specifically explain Why Mahiru's behavior is bad and not just label it under a general brand of "toxic" because then it gets into weird areas where people either 1. Demonize her so badly that I want to put my head into a wall. 2. Infantilize her and ignore how she Did Know the harm her actions were causing but just...did it anyway.

I think it's cause it's kinda hard to reconcile that Mahiru being Kind and Friendly and Mahiru being a Good Partner are two separate things. She doesn't Fit the usual image of Bad Partners, so people either have to Make Her fit that image or ignore what she did entirely.

Idk...I like Mahiru, I wish there was more discussion of her, just generally. She's a really good character.

#milgram thoughts

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the-cockroach-that-survived · 22 days

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I’m just gonna vent about the ridiculousness of being a MCYT stan rn, especially a DTeam (previously DTQK) main…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Ok but on a real note cause I do actually have stuff to say lol.

Aside from creator drama/controversy/etc. (content creators be normal challenge GO !! /silly /lh), which also stinks (RIP SBI, lovejoy, bench trio, DTQK, etc.) I’m just really tired of how this affects my personal relationships

ATP, I feel comfortable and confident in my own interests and opinions enough that I don’t really listen to the internet anymore, nor do I have any sorts of moral panics over watching these guys, and I don’t really think I should have to defend myself for liking them, but the unfortunate reality is that I do have to defend it, constantly.

It just really sucks

The DSMP in particular, both the lore and the creators, have been a special interest of mine for going on 4 years now, and the many many ways that it has impacted my life makes it so it’s really hard to be friends with anyone who has an even slightly negative opinion of it (even the totally fair ones)

I feel bad, because I very much have the standpoint that ruining friendships over fandoms is stupid and such arbitrary things shouldn’t be able to hold so much power, however unfortunately, being AuDHD, and being friends with mostly other AuDHD people, our interests are very important to us, and so is justice, so it’s not that easy.

I KNOW what I KNOW about these creators and I am confident and comfortable in that, but most of my friends don’t know all that, and when they know ANYTHING about these people, it’s almost always negative information.

I so badly want to correct them and debunk all the negative and false boohockey that gets spread around and give them reasons why these creators are good and why I like them because it would make me and our friendship more comfortable, but usually they’re so uncomfortable or at least suspicious and skeptical of these creators based on their preconceived notions that me TRYING to correct or explain things always gets shut down with “I don’t want to talk about this anymore” after just a couple points.

I’m happy and glad that most of my friends are mature and responsible enough that regardless of their opinions, they can respect my interest and not talk negatively about it to me and such, but it also sucks knowing that I can’t share so many huge parts of my life with them because of it, or at the very least I feel like I have to be vague or half lie in order to.

It’s not fun feeling like I’m walking on eggshells

All this over watching people play video games no less

It’s just frustrating and I never know if I should keep trying to explain things more so they can understand things and hopefully change their viewpoint, or if I should just let it go and accept I can’t talk about a lot of things with a lot of my friends.

I don’t like having friends that I can’t be that open with, friends who don’t get me.

Like, I can’t do completely casual relationships of any kind, it’s just not comfortable or fulfilling to me.

And as stupid as I think it sounds a lot of the time, I can’t change the fact that MCYT, especially the DSMP, is extremely important to me and has greatly impacted many parts of my life, so being friends with people who dislike it to pretty much any extent is hard and uncomfortable and it sucks.

I don’t want to make other people uncomfortable and I don’t want to lose important relationships over this kind of thing, but this stuff is ALSO extremely important to me, and I know in the long run it’s best to surround myself with people who understand that.

Idk, I’m just tired of having to defend and explain myself, I guess.

It’s literally just people playing video games

#plus the idea that pretty much any content creator/celebrity/person in general is completely unproblematic is just impossible #people need to accept nuance more often it’s really frustrating #rambling #dsmp #dsmpblr #dreamblr #404blr #pandablr #dtblr #dteam #dream team #dtqk #mcyt #mcytblr #kinda controversy talk ig #audhd #neurodivergent #fandom problems

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blossomkoushi · 2 years

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Hey Tulip! How r u bby?? I was really curious to know ur thoughts about what the haikyuu boys do/think when their girlfriend is wearing makeup ( NSFW pls hehe )

ofc!! there's a lot of haikyuu boys, so here's a few randomized ones with nsfw hcs!

characters: sakusa, oikawa, tsukishima, atsumu

contains: gn!reader but wears makeup, deepthroating (oikawa recieving), not choking but atsumu puts his hand on reader's throat, mentions of crying, overstim, orgasm denial, masturbation

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

sakusa kiyoomi

this man. he's can be very quiet with his attraction to you, rarely verbalizing his feelings

sidenote but his love language is def quality time or gift giving

if you wear makeup on the daily, he tries to kiss you before you put on your lipstick/lipgloss just because he doesn't want to ruin it

but when you come home at night, mascara already a little smudged under your eyes just from the day

well.. it's only fair to mess it up more, right?

likes seeing your lipstick/lipgloss get messy and your lips get puffy after making out

even better if you reapply lipstick to leave trails of it on his cock

he doesn't like taking nudes but one of the few he has is of your bright red lipstick mark on the head of his dick, it makes him lose his mind

beyond that, he loves to make you cry, either from overstim or orgasm denial

your mascara running down your cheeks makes him lose his mind, fucking you quicker as he gets closer to cumming

due to his profession, he makes sure to have no visible hickeys, so he only allows you to leave kiss marks with your lipstick.

but, if you only wear makeup when you go out to events or dinners, or do more complex looks for it?

instantly hard. idk what to tell you

if he likes the messy look after daily makeup, multiply it by 10

oikawa tooru

the opposite to sakusa tbh

he is loud and open with his affection and is not shy to mess up your lipstick at least 5 times before you can even leave the house

he loves you with or without makeup, always bragging about how beautiful you are

however, when you wear makeup while you're out with him? he's gonna try to get into your pants constantly

especially if you reapply your makeup around him, he stares at you intensely and nearly has you messing up your mascara by the harsh grip on your wrist, tugging you away to a secluded area

"c'mon baby, i'll be quick, please" he nearly whines while pressing you up to a wall, making sure you can feel how hard he is, "you just look so pretty"

he knows you rarely actually let him hit it in public, but there's something thrilling about you denying him. you look so strong, beautiful and confident with makeup on

it only makes it better when he finally gets to fuck you stupid

really like to get head when you wear makeup, especially when you deepthroat him

the ring of your lipstick around the base of his cock makes him groan loudly

"look at you, taking me all the way in"

oh, and if you let him, he loves to take pictures of your face all messy after he's done with you, it almost gets him off more than nudes

tsukishima kei

oh tsukishima.. he so badly want to tease you but you look so pretty with makeup on it makes him all flustered

him walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth to see you applying mascara, eyes all wide, lips slightly parted

boner town

"you okay kei?"

"shut up, you- you're-... just shut up"

too prideful to actually express or explain his sudden boner, so when you begin to ask him again, he tsks and walks out the room

waits until you leave for work to take care of the issue

laying back on your side of the bed, eyes closed, bottom of his shirt pressed into his mouth while he strokes himself

softly grunting your name, picturing your lipstick smeared over your cheeks and his neck

fucks his fist until he hears you clearing your throat

his eyes fly open in surprise, followed by desperation when he quickly tucks himself back into his underwear

tsukishima meets you in the doorway in a heated kiss, mumbling about how badly he needs you

fucks you deeply and quickly, groaning loudly when he pries his eyes open to look at your pretty face

at the end of it all, you're both late for work and your makeup needs some serious reapplying

miya atsumu

sososo smug and loves to fluster you

especially when you're in public

at a party with friends, he loves to hug you from behind, whispering hotly in your ear about how good you look

loves to go far enough to have you smacking him in embarrassment

his eyes never leave you, even when he walks away to chat with friends

eventually ends up dragging you to the bathroom, pressing your back to the door and kissing you deeply

loves to hit it from the back, a hand around your throat to make sure you're watching yourself fall apart in the mirror, body bent over the sink

"look at you baby, so pretty for me, aren't you?"

tries to convince you to go back out with your makeup all messy but gives up when you offer to cover his neck with lipstick marks

it's absolutely only round one, he'll try to get into your pants again when the two of you get home, mumbling into your neck about how you get him so hard

#watering.flowers #watering.atsumu #watering.oikawa #watering.sakusa #watering.tsukishima #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #tsukishima kei #tsukishima smut #atsumu smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa smut #sakusa smut

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barrenclan · 8 months

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i was gonna be sad that my boy didn’t eep but only for it to turn out to be a PINECORM ISSUE?? fuck yeah release me from the horrors 🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃

i assume view of the moon is the name of the leaders rock and honestly? that’s so cool. might seem generic but it’s more interesting than “leader’s rock”, and it’s even more interesting to me considering barrenclan doesn’t believe in starclan or have a moonstone. was it just a name from the time that the clan did believe? was it named that simply for how close you are to the sky? it’s really interesting idk maybe i’m overanalyizing

cormorantpaw saying specifically it’s worse when it happens for sisters than siblings or family makes me think- i would have understood if he just had sisters just like pinepaw but with crow being a brother and not being “worse when it happens” as described, makes me think that crow.. wasn’t the best brother and cormorantpaw struggles to feel sympathy. or even thrasher was a sexist with the concept of women being weaker and that idea was passed down like thrasher’s concept of getting a partner but i don’t wanna assume thrasher’s a sexist? don’t wanna throw that label onto him unless it’s 100% canon or so, it doesn’t feel appropriate.

cormorantpaw’s pauses and stuff makes me love your writing because it’s just.. this is so hard for him, he’s processing how bad thrasher was, something that’s been happening throughout his povs (his confusion on redpelt’s kindness, him telling egretrail thrasher’s weird opinions on the transgender and romance) and now he’s at a point where he can express it but also just.. it shows how much he trusts and love pine. I LOVE IT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH GRRR BITE

i love them fr omg they’re so silly cormorantpaw just casuallt explained his emo backstory and they immediately became so silly and goofy and awkward over the prospect of loving eachother and shit this is so great. TJEY WANNA HAVE SILLY NAMES AND STUFF!!!!! AGAHAHHRHRHGG!! THEY WANNA ESCAPE THE HELL LAND THEY LIVE IN!!

cormorantpaw’s finally found peace and he wants to keep it. go away defiance :((. i hope at least pinepaw can sleep better with cormorantpaw next to him

there’s two reactions i wanna see to their togetherness if it ever were to be found out: cootstorm, as brought up by pinepaw, is one that i can’t wait to see. but also.. daffodilpaw. i might have daffy bias but she was so, so sure that it was her *destiny* to date cormorantpaw and have kits to *make up* for her injury and even though i do believe that’s unhealthy for her i just.. what’s her thoughts gonna be on her supposed destiny being stripped in front of her by her brother? aggh i lovr angst :3 i will punch cootstorm if she reacts badly tho

this issue makes me want to get a gf to go cuddle with. 10/10 issue would patfw again

No more nightmares only KISSING!!

Yeah, View of the Moon is the leader's rock, I like giving typical things in Warriors more fantastical names (like The Sanctuary AKA Moonpool from my other comic). It's named that way for two reasons, one is just that it's the tallest rock in camp so it's the easiest to see the sky from. And secondly because it's a paler color than the rest of the dens, so it looks a bit more like the moon.

Crow is actually one of Cormorantpaw's sisters, Partridge is his brother! Thrasher did treat women (namely, Egrettail and uh, his wife) very badly, though, so it's pretty safe to assume he's sexist.

Cormorantpaw's emotional development makes me :,) my boy has come so far... him and Pinepaw are so silly together!! Just two little guys!!!

I won't say much but you will definitely get a Daffodilpaw perspective on this soon :3

#ask #cormorantpaw #pinepaw #crow #thrasher #daffodilpaw

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ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes · 1 year

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Movies

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

genre: angsttt

el's thoughts: okayyy it's here! thank you to @masivechaos for pretty much most of the ideas for this superache... event? idk what this is but it's somethin'

“What do you mean she has been calling you?”

James didn’t answer, he couldn’t look Y/N in the eyes.

“That’s why you constantly get out of bed to answer the phone, isn’t it?” Y/N sunk into the armchair across from her boyfriend.

No matter how hard her mind tried to fight the thoughts in her mind she couldn’t. She couldn’t ignore the obvious signs of him slipping away from her. Going the whole week without talking. James excused himself to take random phone calls. The fake smiles and lies he told their friends. She was naive to think he was just going through a phase. Of course, he still loved Lily, they were the it couple in Hogwarts. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, Y/N was always in Lily’s shadow.

“You promised me she meant nothing to you anymore… Was everything you said to me a lie?”

“Y/N no- I meant what I said back then.”

“Back then… Do you mean it now?”

Her breathing became ragged as she overanalyzed all the times he held her.

All the times he swung her around and kissed her softly. All the times he whispered sweet nothings in her ear from behind. Maybe it was all in her head. Maybe he was playing her from the very beginning but she wanted him so badly… His love blinded her. It was the type of love they watched in the movies, that should’ve been the first sign. No love should ever be that perfect to be real. Movies are fictional and exaggerated for attention, it’s not meant to be real.

“Y/N. You did nothing wrong… It was all me.”

She threw him a sharp glare, “I know it was you! I knew it was you. I shouldn’t have turned a blind eye, I didn’t deserve that. I don’t deserve this…” She sighed loudly, emptying her lungs the best she could. “Maybe… Maybe it was love at first, but I can’t pretend that will ever come back. I’m not an idiot, James. We’re not in a movie, this isn’t the part where you try to explain yourself with some dumb excuse and I just fall in love all over again. This isn’t even the part where we agree to still be friends, do you know how hard that’ll be for me?”

James ran his hands through his hair in distress, “Do you know how hard it will be for me to lose you? Y/N, you’re everything to me!”

“Well you sure had a way of showing it, didn’t you?”

He watched her with tears and regret in his eyes. He knew what he did and he knew he shouldn’t have but he did it anyway. Even if he tried to explain himself… Any excuse he could think of was just pathetic.

She took a deep breath in through her nose as she unpacked the last box. “New place, fresh start.” Y/N knew they wouldn’t be able to save their movie type love. Not that she wanted to after all. She moved on rather quickly and part of her was upset over the fact. Just another sign that she didn’t feel as strongly for him as she thought she did. But no matter how angry she was with Jame Potter, she had to thank him for giving her a small moment of love that could only be found in movies.

Laughter echoed through the kitchen as James hummed, his arms around the giggling girl, swaying them back and forth. He spun her around every so offten and smiled when another peel of laughter fell from her lips. He slowed their swaying and placed his lips against her hairline. Her arms wrapped around his waist as he pulled her closer by her shoulders. “I love you.” His lips moved against her skin, lies being spoken directly to her head but she thought nothing of it. She only smiled softly and murmured back, “I love you.”

~*~

event taglist: @masivechaos @the-marauders-world @romanticvampire @innerloverpainter

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #harry potter imagines #harry potter #harry potter x reader #superache event #ellora.writes

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the-sky-is-my-home · 9 months

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idk if anyone is here for hq analysis text posts in 2023 nor do I know if something like this has been made before but. it wouldn't leave my head so here. my attempt at a cohesive analysis of the kageyama/hinata/atsumu/osamu dynamic (note: this isn't meant in a shippy way at all. any relationship as complex and narratively juicy as this is great shipping material I know but for this post I wanna keep things canon)

for the sake of something like brevity (lol), I won't delve into the kageyama/hinata partnership here. I assume you watched/read the series and I don't need to explain how they're both partners and rivals. it's the core relationship of the story, after all. also, the twins are twins, and aran spelled out their dynamic and relationship pretty nicely in their flashback, so...

let's start with kageyama and atsumu, the first ones who cross paths outside of their partnerships. as we know, they don't exactly get along great at youth camp. they don't fight, but atsumu makes himself seem like an ass immediately by calling kageyama's playstyle that of a goody-two-shoes. to the reader, this feels like an incredible insult because the way kageyama plays has been developed through some hard-earned character development spanning the entire series so far. we're meant to conclude he's wrong and will be proven so in a future game.

except this is not at all what the interaction is about, or what it will lead to. we don't actually understand the conflicting perspectives here until after the timeskip. what this is is a misunderstanding between two very similar people whose experiences differ in one key aspect. both of them are setters who are incredibly talented and extremely dedicated to volleyball. both are blunt, and not afraid to point out other people's shortcomings. both of them have essentially been friendless and outcast on their middle school teams because of this.

there is just one key difference: kageyama has been desperately looking for someone better ever since his grandpa promised he'd find them, while atsumu has spent his entire volleyball career with "someone better" right at his side. at this point, kageyama only knows failure and rejection in that regard. his sister quit volleyball. his grandpa died. oikawa and iwaizumi had their own thing going on and were never really in his reach. kindaichi couldn't keep up, and kunimi absolutely wasn't willing to.

he's got hinata now, but the harsh truth is that while he's kageyama's partner, he's not "someone better" at this point. this is because he kinda sucks at volleyball even if he's rapidly learning. and this one, simple difference changed everything. when kageyama is too arrogant and demanding, his team rejects him, and he's alone and unable to play. when atsumu does the same, he still has osamu who will sit with him and make an effort to pull him into the group. and he's always got proof that he's not asking too much, because of course osamu can hit all of atsumu's sets. when kageyama is too harsh on his hitters, nobody can really handle it and people get scared, so he tones himself down. when atsumu does the same, osamu yells at him and fights with him, until atsumu gets his point, and the rest of the team sees it as a fun twin squabble, endearing rather than scary.

but the thing is, neither of them know anything about the other, and atsumu speaks with the absolute confidence of someone who only knows volleyball like this. he's got "someone better" privilege and he just doesn't know that's a thing one can have. (he actually has this over others, too, including hinata before he had a team. having to run alone is a common thing among the volleyball obsessed.) but with his perspective, unexplained and badly phrased as it may be, kageyama manages to grow yet again, with hinata crowning him king of the court again as he realizes he can demand things from his hitters and they'll answer him (and to this day, atsumu is totally clueless he kickstarted it, and also that osamu taught him the same).

but as the years pass, even as they remain rivals, they do start understanding each other on a level no one else can (see atsumu explaining kageyama's thought process of "the points I score are mine, the points my hitters score are also mine" to hinata)

but while I do think these parallels are fairly well understood, people are sleeping on the osamu/hinata parallels. probably because they seem so much more different at first glance, with osamu looking calm and disinterested while hinata is, well, hinata. all bouncy and loud and sunshine-y. but they're as much the same as kageyama and atsumu. both were excited kids who like volleyball and, even seeing and understanding how cool setters are, just didn't vibe with it because spiking is just cooler.

except hinata was alone in his desire for so long it went nowhere for years, while osamu could always play as he wanted, with the best and most dedicated setter right there at his side. the way osamu plays is what hinata could've/would've been if he could've played for years and years. (I love this cover page it says like yeah look they're the same just with vastly differing levels of experience)

we know this, because hinata's playstyle actually turns out a lot like osamu's after the timeskip. but even with those differences, regardless of pre- or post-timeskip, again osamu seems to just instinctually get hinata in ways nobody else seems to. from his "he plays like he's eating good grub" to being absolutely unimpressed by hinata simply expecting the ball to be there - because isn't that just the natural state of things? doesn't everyone have a setter who will bring the ball without fail? why wouldn't you expect it? it's not unreasonable or too demanding, it's just how it is - that everyone else clocks as special.

when hinata gets intense, people tend to get scared, but osamu plain isn't, because he's the same in too many ways, and the familiar isn't scary.

and years later, when even atsumu is surprised by the timing of hinata jumping for the freak quick, osamu isn't. this is exactly where he'd jump for it. just like hinata knew osamu would jump for it at the last point of their game in high school (and like kageyama knew atsumu would answer the spiker, both times, because he would, too).

but their arcs end in complete opposites, unlike their setters, because their starting points were more different, too. to go with the food metaphor introduced by osamu, he's someone who always got to eat his fill, while hinata was starving for years and only gets hungrier the more crumbs he gets to eat.

when hinata does get his fill, finally, he can never give it up. but what's a feast to him is just a normal meal for osamu, and he needs other spices to be happy. and I can't really make this fit in the food metaphor but. hinata shines the brightest on the court, but osamu gets eclipsed by atsumu because he's just not hungry enough for it. so it's only fitting hinata pours his all into it while osamu quits and finds his place somewhere else. hinata finds fulfillment in challenge, in teammates and rivalry (with kageyama), while osamu finds his in support (of atsumu) as opposed to competition, and pursuit of something that's entirely his own.

and then there's the relationship between atsumu and hinata. the first match they have is defined by atsumu first writing hinata off as a scrub (to be fair, the first impression he leaves is jumping for a toss and plain forgetting to hit it. it's hard to come back from that), but throughout the game, atsumu comes to understand hinata, and by the end of it, declares he'll toss to him one day.

even at this point, it's pointed out he's good news for hinata in the sense that he won't need kageyama forever. there's someone else who could be his setter and make him shine just as brightly.

what the coaches can't know is that atsumu will be in sore need of a partner just a few years down the line, and that by that time, hinata will be perfect for the position. yes, atsumu can give him the freak quicks. yes, he's the kind of setter hinata can expect the ball from. but post-timeskip, hinata can toss the ball to atsumu just like osamu used to. he can do all the fun, reckless, perfectly coordinated plays that atsumu used to do with his twin.

they're the perfect partners for each other, united even in their desire to beat kageyama, who's both of their main rival at this point, the one who hinata wanted to beat since his first game, and the one who's in the way of atsumu getting the serve trophy and the sole spot of setter on the olympic team.

I know this is a very anti-climactic last dynamic but. unfortunately, kageyama and osamu never really interacted. but for the record, I think it's a shame, we were robbed, and they'd absolutely get along great.

idk if there's a conclusion to be had here tbh, but the post-timeskip arrangement really is ideal for them all, exactly what they wanted. hinata gets to shine and continually improve himself, he gets to stand on the court as a force to be reckoned with. kageyama has finally, finally found the "someone better" he was promised, and through him, continually gets to play the challenging game he was sorely missing in his early years. atsumu gets to play exactly the kind of volleyball he likes, too, with the kind of partner at his side that made volleyball so fun for him from the start. all three of them get to play again and again and again, always learning and growing, winning and losing, and never getting tired of any of it. osamu, while he's not playing, gets to do his own thing that he loves just as much, and he's certainly not losing his dumbass happiness contest with his brother.

so. yeah. I may have thought about all this a little too much. leave me alone. (no don't please talk to me about this actually)

#kageyama tobio #miya atsumu #hinata shouyou #miya osamu #haikyuu #miya twins #long post #meta #I still have more thoughts and pics too but I couldn't fit those in anywhere and this is long enough

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