#SX Core

[memories-through-polaroids]

Into the woods...

Shot with SX-70 Sonar & Black and white 600 film

[ryu-skies]

wip 🔞

[vegan-peppermint]

Your Boyfriend's Bed

Pairing: Hoodie x Masky'sGF!Reader Smut MDNI

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Cheating, creampie, rough sx, P in V

Summary: Your boyfriend is a B, but his best friend's there to take your side.

Part 2 here

Author's Note: After a three-year hiatus, I finally found the inspiration to write again—thanks to this incredible fanfiction. It sparked something in me. I can’t recommend it enough, so please show the creator some love. Their work is the reason I’m writing again after all this time. This fic is inspired by their masterpiece, so I highly encourage you to check it out first!

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More often than not, you were a collateral victim in your boyfriend and his friend’s fights. Tim and Brian were too close for your liking, they had a great co-dependency going on way before you came in the picture. If Brain was in a bad mood, so was Tim. If you got in a fight with Tim, Brian was giving you the silent treatment as well as taking sides without hesitation.

It was more than you bargained for, not realising getting Tim as a boyfriend meant taking responsibility for his grown-ass best friend as well. But you managed. With each month that passed in your relationship it was getting easier for you, to the point it was almost natural to consider them both in every action you took. 

Weirdly enough, you so much preferred for them to be mad at you instead of at each other. Whenever their balance wavered they started acting batshit crazy. Tim confessed some details about their ‘alternative’ life after- what, a year in you relationship? 

You didn’t fully grasp what he meant by their “alter egos” or their nighttime escapades, but you quickly realized you didn’t want to. You had your suspicions, of course. You weren’t blind. But as long as they didn’t outright spell it out for you, you could continue living in blissful ignorance. It was easier that way, and you convinced yourself that you were okay with it.

But today—today was different. Today, things had escalated to an entirely new level.

Tim was screaming at Brian, who was cloaked in that damned creepy hood that made him look so unsettling. Tim's anger seemed to grow by the second, and when “Hoodie” (as you suppose you should call him now) refused to react, it only fueled Tim’s rage.

You tried to calm him down, talk to him or something- anything.

A strained, guttural laugh escaped Tim, trembling with anger. He started explining to you how you do not even begin to understand what has happened, how you should just shut up and not get involved- his voice full with disdain, every sentence designed to belittle and assert his supposed superiority. 

Now you are not the one to get angry easily, but this time- this time something in you snapped. You were done being talked down to, done being made feel small or pathetic for just wanting some peace.

“No wonder he would not bother to have your back when you act like such a prick.”

“Oh, just shut up you bit-,” his words faltered as he caught himself mid-sentence, swallowing the insult faster than a politician trying to cover his tracks.

You cannot recreate what was spoken after that word for word, just that all hell broke loose. It was no longer a fight between Tim and Brian- no, it wasn’t just them anymore. It was you and Hoodie against Tim. You were screaming and throwing your every angry complaint you had been holding in for far too long. And Hoodie- Hoodie of all people- was backing your every word, every statement. However, Hoodie’s remark is what really sealed and shipped Tim’s whole spirit.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl so frustrated with her boyfriend in my life, Masky. Can only imagine you’re lacking in some aspects.”

The words hit harder than anything you had said. They were cold, calculated, and aimed straight at the core of Tim’s pride. The room seemed to hold its breath, and for a moment, Tim stood there, trembling with the weight of the accusation. His face twisted in disbelief, but the damage had already been done.

What followed between the two of them was pure madness. Shouting, shoving, items flying off shelves—everything seemed to spin out of control. Pushing, pulling, voices rising higher and higher, until the tension reached a breaking point. Tim’s eyes flickered with something darker, something unstable, before he turned to grab his mask and stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard it shook the walls.

Well, this has happened this morning. You realise you could’ve done things differently, not taking sides or waiting for their fight to end before starting your own. That was your mistake. But leaving you hurt and angry with only Hoodie to comfort you was his.

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You were on all fours on your boyfriends bed, face buried in his pillows. Hoodie’s gloved hand pushed down on your back arching it more- your ass rising higher. 

Your clothes were littering the floor from the doorway to the edge of the bed, the cold air tickling your bare skin. Your eyes landed on the wardrobe’s mirror showing your helpless reflection with Hoodie’s tall frame behind you. He was completely dressed from his boots to the black mask that covered his face- he was glacial. 

His left hand- formerly on your back-  grabbed your hip harshly. He dragged the other painfully slow across your side- from ass, to waist and finally around your breast. You whimpered at the harsh feeling of his gloves palming your tits. 

“So sensitive…” he sighed. The nub was hardening against his touch making it easier for him to pinch or gently twist your nipple. 

You inhaled sharply trying to steady yourself but being met with Tim’s smell wasn’t helping. “H-Hodie...” you whined. 

His hands left your body and you heard his pants zipper opening. You tried to push yourself on your forearms, an instinct to turn around and see what you were dealing with, but before you could make a move a firm grip grabbed at the back of your neck. The sharp tug sent shivers down your spine as Hoodie yanked your head back. With a swift flick of his wrist, he let go of your nape only to have his fingers dart into your hair. His grip was certain and precise. “You’re way to eager to get on another man’s cock.” Your face was shoved once again back into the mattress. 

He was watching you excitedly as he brushed his tip across your folds- a groan escaping his lips when he felt how wet you already were. There was something primal about knowing you belonged to someone else yet he got to claim you as his right now. 

“Be quiet now,” he instructed sliding his cock inside you. You tried your best, you swore you did but he was so- big. Your eyes rolled upwards and your fingers gripped tightly at the sheets as you tried your best not to scream. His cock pressed deeper and deeper inside your cunt, stretching you in ways you did not even imagine possible. “You moan like a whore,” he growled with a final push. You felt your face blushing in shame- he talked to you in ways you would've never allowed your boyfriend, but on his lips those words felt so natural; almost like praises.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured, the sound gentle but insistent. You were already panting and crying just by the size of him. He gave you a moment to adjust to him being balls deep inside your aching cunt but your whines wouldn’t stop. He leaned over you, the rough material of his clothes scratching your soft skin. His hand reached to the side of your face, you thought he wanted to wipe away the tears that were sliding down your cheeks. He chuckled, his hand covering your mouth instead. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, sweetheart.” 

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“Fuck, fuck- fuck! Feels so- Agh!~” 

You were screaming so fucking loudly. Your head was bumping to the ruthless rhythm of Hoodie’s thrusts. His fingers left red marks all over your ass, your hips- he was tugging at your body merciless, squeezing and scratching every inch of skin he could find. 

With trembling hands you tried your best to hold onto the bed frame as Hoodie was rutting into you from behind. His balls were hitting your swollen clit so hard- again and again and- “Am so close- so close, so close!”  Jaw was hanging open, you were gasping for air. 

“Fucking whore,” Hoodie sighed grabbing your neck with one hand, the other searching for your open mouth. “Bet he never fucked you this good, eh?” He gave a sinister chuckle as he shoved his fingers down your throat. You followed his cruel pull falling back on his torso. He was squeezing at the sides of you neck reminding you how little and vulnerable you are right now, “You only breath right now- scream and cry- you only feel this good because I allow you to.”

You whine taking him even deeper, his cock slaming your walls faster. His fingers explored your mouth pressing down your tongue, his grip thightend. 

“I could snap your neck right now, you know?”

You cry out loud in desperation, surrenedring control to him completely. Your eyes shut in anticipation, every muscle in you tightens-

“Say who you really belong to, who fucks you like a bitch in heat,” he snarls. “Say my name.”

And you do. Over and over again you do as your gummy walls squeeze around his length unbearably thight, waves of pleasure wash all over you. Hoodie’s hands allow you to gasp for air just for a second as they move under your arms grabbing you by the shoulders. His sudden body weight pushed you on your belly, fucking you deeper into the matress. His thrusts grow sloppy and desparate with no regard towards you- he was fucking you like a fleshlight.

“I’ll pump you so full of cum, MY cum-” Muffled sounds rose from deep in his chest, you were able to hear his clenched teeth through the sharp breaths he took. “Breed you so good you’ll be ruined- Fuck-” he whimpered. “Ruined for Tim,” his thrusts are brutal and harsh and- so goddamn overwhelming. 

His cum shots in hot strings, his member twitching inside your ruined cunt. His hands pull you closer and hips push further trying to get as deep as possible- deeper than Tim at least. 

You felt bad for comparing but the way he feels on top of you, in you- he fucked you in ways your boyfriend never could. When you tried to shift he grabbed a fistful of your hair forcing your head back. With lazy motions he started fucking his cum deeper.

“I didn’t tell you you could fucking move yet.”

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This is my first fic since, what- 2021? Wow. Crazy.

I'll keep on writing my usual content as well, but creepypastas and gore-y stuff has always been something I wanted to write but never felt confident enough before. Anyways, feel free to request or send me any message, I came back from my hiatus! Never thought I'd say that lol.

[ttsukiimi]

˗ˏˋOPEN ARMS! (AND LEGS) ´ˎ˗

୨୧⋆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ After your divorce, you’re devastated. Devastated enough to welcome the same man who hurt you with open arms. (And legs!)

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ Ex-husband!sukuna x fem!reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, lowk hate fckking, hair pulling, overstim, sukuna is feening, mention of slight toxic relationship, slight rough & mean!sukuna, light gaslighting, reader referred to as (baby, princess)

“I hate you,” you whimpered through gritted teeth, the absolutely pathetic noise that left you soon after betraying your previous words. Your eyes threatened to fill with tears, and your throat grew a lump you knew was too hard to swallow.

This was all so stupid—you were stupid for welcoming him back into your home.

You questioned your own moral, your self-respect; where did it all go? Maybe he had taken it with him. And with the way he had you acting such a fool, maybe it was right to assume that.

“Y’hate me, baby?” Sukuna mumbled, and you wanted to slap that stupidly hot smirk off his lips, but something in you also wanted to kiss it, caress his face and let him do as he pleased. But you didn’t.

“Inviting you here was a mistake,” you sighed, trying your best to ignore the way chills erupted on your body from just a touch of his hand. Sukuna stroked the supple skin of your cheek and let his thumb roam to your lip, pulling down and watching as the plumpness sprang back in place. His eyes bore into you as he stared down, a mischievous tilt to his head.

“If you think so, why don’t you kick me out?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I—“

But Sukuna was faster. He had his lips plastered to yours before you could even react, holding your hips so softly in a way that wasn’t him, and that made you melt in his arms. Your knees buckled under the now tenfold weight pushing down on them and he chuckled, deep and taunting.

He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips together. Somehow, he seemed more passionate with you than before.

Had he changed? Had he finally bettered himself? Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought—albeit against your own will.

And maybe he had changed, but the way he handled you was still the same. All he seemed to want was to use you for his own satisfaction and pleasure.

Which was subsequently why he—seconds after consoling and convincing you that he loved you—had you sprawled out on your bed, stripped of any clothing.

“Wider, f’me, princess,” he ordered, palming himself through his sweats, and you’d be lying if you said that the way that he groped his cock through the material wasn’t captivating. Sukuna crawled onto the bed, making and claiming his rightful place between your legs.

“I missed you, y’know?” he asserted in your ear, cupping your cheeks together to force you to look at him. He let his free hand drift down to your chest, and fondled with your tit, admiring how his palms fit so perfectly around your mound. “Missed these pretty tits too.”

“‘Kuna,” you whined, arching up into his touch so quickly like the movement was ingrained in your brain. You’d been with him for so long, accommodated his every move, it felt wrong not to be with him.

Hence why, out of confusion for your own mental state, you hit him up. However, perhaps this was okay.

Sukuna between your legs, right where he always belonged. Stroking himself with such fervor that it seemed he had been thinking about you too. But he wouldn’t admit it, of course.

“Most of all,” he hummed, snaking his large hand down to your core, cupping your pussy. “Missed this filthy fucking cunt.”

It was all so lewd. His words, his touch, the way he glided the head up and down your sopping folds, coating his tip with your seemingly endless stream of dribbling slick.

"Gonna show you just how much I missed all of you."

And that was the problem. Sukuna wanted you, but not you. He had an obsession with this image of you he created in his head—this perfect wife—which was essentially you, but not.

You also found it hard to love a man that had an insane sex drive. Granted, the dick was heavenly, just not when you weren't in the mood. These little cracks between you drifted you both apart, and that led to the divorce.

With a swift movement, Sukuna had turned you around onto your stomach, propping you up on your knees. He inwardly cursed at how plump your body looked; and was immediately drawn in to smack the malleable flesh of your ass.

Hissing, you turned to glare at him, the complaint about to roll off your tongue caught in your throat as he thrusted in. Sukuna noticed this and rasped, voice so sexily low, and took a handful of your hair. "Shuts you up just like it always does, hm?"

"F-fuck you!" you replied, and one smart remark was all it took for him to have your head shoved into the pillows, rough hands gripping so harshly at your hips.

"'M already doing that, baby." As he pulled your head back by your hair, making sure your eyes held contact with his, sadistically finding satisfaction in the way tears welled in your waterline. Sukuna watched as each ram he drove into you caused your eyes to roll back—your mouth falling agape as soft little ah, ah, ah's fell from your lips.

The sight was unbearable to him, he had to see more, more of that already fucked-out expression taking place on your face. He found his rhythm quickening, the slaps of your bodies becoming more frequent, and your cries became louder.

Sukuna looked down at where you both connected, whistling and smirking to himself at the sight. "Always been so good at takin' dick."

"Mmf—it's easy cause y'r microscopic," you were quick to retort, smiling as you felt his grip on your hair and hips tighten, a little annoyed 'tsk' rolling from his tongue. But he was more than annoyed, he just played along with your little game.

Your cocky grin was wiped off of your face the moment you felt his tip repeatedly ram into your g-spot, stimulating you so much to the point it had you stuttering and your vision blurring. He was essentially taking his anger out on you and your poor pussy, fucking wildly into you like it'd be the first and last time he did so.

"I'm small, huh?" he murmured in your ear, breath fanning past your neck now, smiling against the skin of your shoulder. "I'm fucking small?"

He repeated his question again, though it didn't sound like a question initially, gripping your hair even more tighter.

You whimpered in response, shaking your head no, however, he wanted an answer. Though he knew you were in no state to talk.

"Yeah? Not so small when I'm ruining you." he licked a stripe up to your ear. "And not when I made you cum four times in a row, either, hm?”

[enneadonis]

STOP FOLLOWING SUPERFICIAL CLASSIFICATIONS OF ENNEATYPES AND THEIR INSTINCTS

I'll start these with the Sexual Six since it's my type and, in my opinion, one of the worst examples of this.

Every Enneagram type is defined by a core passion that stems from their Triad Center's primary shared problem. The E6 is in the Head Triad, thus, like all Head Triad types, is characterized by anxiety. Sevens escape the anxiety outwards, Fives lean into it inwards, and Sixes are caught up in the middle. The passion of Fear is what rules over them the most, nothing feels certain to them and is subject to questioning in order to make it be more certain, and incur in less fear. It's funny how everyone considers Fives to be the resident academics and researchers of the Enneagram when Sixes can very well be their close partners in crime. Sixes are a mental, logical type.

In the same way, every instinct is characterized by focusing the personality on seeking one of three spheres of our lives. The Self-Preservation (SP) instinct seeks conservation of their personal sphere, the Social (SO) seeks adaptation of that sphere to external demands, and the Sexual (SX) seeks relations in that sphere.

So! What do we get when we apply the passion of Fear to the sphere of relations?

Well, according to some, it just means Sixes become these aggressive types, using intimidation and status symbols as a way of seeking security, basically making everyone else afraid of them so they themselves can feel like the fear isn't there. Okay. Where does this even come from??

This common understanding of the SX6, going as far as to getting the nicknames of "Strength/Beauty" and "Intimidation", is completely ridiculous. They miss the fundamental reason as to why people with these fixations would behave like this in favor of focusing on superficial characteristics that show up in some examples and do nothing but alienate people who would benefit so much from seeing themselves in what this type is really about! Think about that portrayal once more. Doesn't it sound much more focused in the security of the self?

That's not inherent to Sixes as many believe, that's just the sp insinct, conservation of the self, making sure the self is safe. Sixes are about Fear and constant surveyance in the service of certainty and safety, yes, but it gets applied to different spheres, not just to the self. This is why SP6 get portrayed as these meek little dudes who just don't want any trouble, when you're already applying the SP instinct to every portrayal of type 6, how are you supposed to differentiate the actual SP variant?

Fear, when seeking relations, makes us scared of not having relations. Or the relations that we want, or in the way that we want them. Doesn't matter, the point is that the focus is on relations, on others, on emotions, not the self and personal safety. The SX6 craves the intensity, romanticism and devotion that any other sx type would. Their fear of not being someone who could live up to the standards of others so they would want to have that with them is what rules over them. That is the primary focus.

What does an actual SX6 do then? Like all Sixes, they try and live by certain applied sets of rules, while simultaneously pushing back against them. This push-pull relationship with authority entities (unspoken rules like social conventions can still be an authority, even if more subtle) is what encapsulates the E6 experience. This gets applied to questions of "how must I be (compliant/dutiful Hornevian Triad) in order to be someone others want?". It's here that we arrive at the actual focus:

The SX6 is about Desirability

And not in a deceitful way, like Threes or Twos could possibly fall into. Sixes genuinely want to embody what characteristics and ways of life they see others deem desirable and worthy of admiration. This is how we get the current SX6 stereotypes: fitness influencers, jock bullies and the like. And those people could very well be behaving under SX6 motivations! Just not because strength and intimidation is the point, but desirability. It's not the need for being intimidating or strong that needs to be let go of.

What SX6 needs to let go of, in order to grow, is the need to abide by what they are so sure they have to follow in order to be desirable to others. Only then will they actually allow themselves to bloom on nothing but their own terms and actually be someone who attracts people to their side with their strength of character and courage. At their best, they might even have somewhat of a chivalrous air about them.

SO NO, NATE JACOBS IS NOT AN SX6, STOP LUMPING US IN WITH THE LIKES OF HIM

Thanks for coming to my ted talk, I will be dumping more about the Enneagram on here in the future byeeeeee

[itsawitchyworld]

Second Date, Ten Years Later🍷💔

Synopsis: Y/N and Luigi went on one date in college, but life got in the way, and they never saw each other again. Now, ten years later, they meet again at a mutual friend’s dinner party. The chemistry is still there—but so is everything they left unsaid.

Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N

Content: MINOR DNI, fngering, sx, cute, vanilla, sx, short

Word count: 3.5k

A/N.  short but do enjoy!

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She gasped as he moved lower, his tongue flicking against her collarbone before continuing its descent. His hands roamed her body, tracing every curve, every inch of her skin as if he was memorizing her. When his lips found her breast, she arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he took her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

He kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he settled between her legs. She could feel his breath against her inner thigh, and her heart raced in anticipation. His fingers traced the sensitive skin there, sliding up to brush against her entrance, and she let out a soft moan. He teased her with his fingers, circling her clit with a feather-light touch before finally slipping one finger inside her.

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand as he added a second finger, curling them just right. His lips followed, his tongue replacing his fingers as he licked and sucked at her core. She could feel the tension building, her body coiling tighter with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers. He groaned against her, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

His fingers moved faster, his tongue relentless as he worked her body. She fisted the couch cushions, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge. “Luigi,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Let go,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ve got you.”

Her climax hit her like a wave, crashing over her as she cried out his name. He didn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working her through every second of it until she was spent, her body trembling beneath him. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and filled with the promise of more.

He hovered above her, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of his breaths. His eyes locked onto hers, dark and hungry, as he positioned himself between her thighs. She could feel the length of him pressing against her, hot and heavy, and her pulse quickened. He brushed his fingers along her cheek, his touch tender despite the fire burning in his gaze.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and rough with need, "I want you. All of you."

She nodded, her breath hitching as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Take me," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate movement, he lined himself up and pushed into her, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation of him filling her. He stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing ragged.

"You feel…" he started, his voice breaking, "like everything I’ve been missing."

Continue reading here.

[rainytypology]

Enneagram Type 4

An overview of an enneagram type. Not an expert. May change later.

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Type 4

Center: Heart/Image/Shame

Other triads: Reactive, Withdrawn, Frustration

Basic motivation: Create a unique identity, make personal significance

Basic fear: Being forgotten, not feeling important

Wings: 4w3, 4w5

Disintegration/stress: 2

Integration/growth: 1

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Traits

- Strengths -

In tune with emotions

Expressive and creative

Have an eye for beauty/aesthetics

Empathetic

Tries to be genuine, be themselves

- Weaknesses -

Can be moody and overly sensitive

Self conscious

Feel defective

Can be self pitying

Focus too much on themselves

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Wings

- 4w3 -

The 3 wing adds a spit of spark to the typically melancholic 4 core. A bit more outgoing and friendly. May feel envious of others more often. Want to have validation and praise for their unique accomplishments. 3 wing helps them set goals, which are usually aligned with expression and creativity. 4s want to make a mark/influence on the world and 3 wants to be successful in making that mark. They want their uniqueness to be seen.

- 4w5 -

4 and 5 are both withdrawn types, so it's no surprise 4w5s are often introverted and/or private. Independent type who does what they want. Can intellectualize their emotions. Can get lost in their own world as they are focused on building their creativity and skills rather than focusing on relationships.

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Disintegration: 2

Disintegration to 2 can cause a 4 to lose sense of their independence, instead throwing themselves into relationships. They want to be rescued somehow without putting much effort into building genuine connections. Very clingy and intrusive.

Integration: 1

Integration to 1 can cause a 4 to become more objective and more bold to take actions towards their desired goals and dreams. They learn not to be trapped in their self absorptions. They learn to control/balance their feelings so they are less moody. Integrating 4s have a desire to contribute to the world and make a better difference rather than simply only doing things they want whenever they want.

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Subtypes of 4

- Sp 4 -

Sp 4 is the most internalized and least expressive about their pain and suffering compared to the typical 4. They learn to deal with it by themselves. They want to be recognized and accepted for being so "tough" for not complaining about going through heavy things. They may instead look for those who are visibly suffering in order to provide empathy and help for them.

- Sx 4 -

Sx 4 is the most expressive and intense. They want to be their most authentic selves and chase after their desires. They are very deliberate in trying to attract others with their unique and genuine character - with the way they dress, act, any sort of self expression, they need people to like their uniqueness. They can be more assertive with their needs, which can be used to cover up the actual sadness they have inside. They have a deep need to prove they are worthy.

- So 4 -

So 4 is the most connected to their suffering and will openly show this. They compare themselves a lot to others and feel shame for not having the traits they envy. They want to be accepted but fear their flaws will drive people away. Inferiority and victim complex. There is a lot of inner conflict of wanting to be original and different but fearing having something wrong with them and longing for others acceptance.

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Enneagram list

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[blueopinions49]

Hey! I know this is random but I’m very curious about your typing of Batman as a Sx1, I know theirs a lot of debate on his types between e6 and e1 (probably due to the fact that he’s a comic character with over 80+ years of history and thus has had a lot of different writers and interpretations) so I’m very curious about your reasoning for typing for him as a sx1. I do 100% agree with the Sx dom take, bros entire life is centered around the death of his parents aka a close interpersonal relationship, he shows little care for his social status outside of how he can use it to help Gotham and even LESS care for his physical well being or security most of the time.

That being said Batman:Egos focus on fear and how it plays a central role in Bruce’s Psyce made me personally lean towards sx6 for him.

Hello! yes typing comic book charcaters can be a bit difficult since most of the expand decades and change with time. However to me the most important thing to me is to look at the core of the character and their origin to understand what they stand for.

Batman imo is and has always been an E1.

The reason I disagree about SX6 is because at the end of the day the 6s desire for security isnt literal its metaphysical BUT can be affected by the outer world.

Ex- Katniss Everdeen (ISTP SX6 694) while she is pushing against the world most of her desire is for emotional comfort and to protect her loved ones (Interpersonal)

SX6 batman to me fails at the interpersonal level part

Batman desire is to reform Gotham and cleanse it of its crime. To His core Bruces desire isnt to find emotional safety but to balance the world out including himself. The thing I sometimes struggle with Bruce is the subtype between SP1 or SX1.

I do think Fear is a very important part of Batman's story but the fear related to the mind types isnt the same fear Batman Uses with his Enemies.

Batmans fear is closer to: Morality, Justice and "Vengeance"

The mind types fear is closer to the fear of life

E5s fear: Is about the unknown which is why they withdraw from others and the world

E6s fear: Safety and stability which is why they attach themselves to systems and people to regain that sense of safety

E7s Fear: is unhappiness which is why they are constantly indulging to fight that fear.

TLDR: batman prefer morality and stability > Over safety

[memories-through-polaroids]

🏵🌿🏵

[mj-says-hey]

I want feedback on this Inheritance Games/Grandest Game fanfic idea

Okay, so I’ve heard that Grayson’s romance with Lyra is a bit disappointing. I’ve heard that she’s too similar to Avery and he isn’t challenged enough by her—he just pulls the same old stoic protectiveness thing. So I was thinking of making a fan fiction of a DIFFERENT love interest, one that pushes Grayson to be more honest with himself about his human limitations. Btw, I’ve barely started Grandest Game but I want all the context so imma read that and Untold Games before I write this, if I write it at all. I’m thinking I basically use the plot of The Grandest Game, but rewritten with this different character.

Here’s a summary of the character I’m thinking to replace Lyra (sorry, it’s very long):

Name: Elaina Jackson, but she insists on being called Lainey.

Characteristics and Background: She is very Texan. Scrappy. Smart. She grew up in rough places, a bad home and then foster care maybe and then she ran away and lived on the street. She met her found family there, and they took care of her. She needs the money from the Grandest Game to get them all out of poverty (maybe a member of her found family needs medical care that they can’t afford?). I’m going to need to do some research to realistically write a character who has lived in poverty and the foster care system. The backstory is so sad that it could easily cross the line into overdone and cringey, so I’ll try to avoid that. But the point of it is to contextualize her immense scrappiness and practicality. She’s not sentimental, AT ALL. She does what she needs to in order to survive. That’s how it’s always been. She’s very observant because she needed to be. She’s clever because she needed to be. She’s charming because she needed to be. But she does not put up with BS, especially not from the people she cares about. As she would say, “You can’t hide a gun when you’re naked.” And she’d say it with a strong southern accent. If you are familiar with Myers-Briggs, she would be an ESTP. Grew up on the coast and loves the ocean.

Core beliefs: Honesty is fundamental to her character. I mean, sure, you lie and whatever to get out of a sticky situation. To survive. But if you love someone, you don’t lie to them. And if you want to survive, you don’t lie to yourself. She is very fear-oriented—if you’re familiar with Enneagram personality typing, she would be an Sx 6w7 and her tritype would be 648. She scans for threats and takes care of it. But when she loves someone, the way she protects herself and protects THEM is asking for complete honesty and giving it right back. “You can’t hide a gun when you’re naked.” She needs truth like oxygen, because knowing things is how you survive. It’s easier to dodge an attack when you see it coming—something she’s become very good at. You see their weaknesses AND your weaknesses, then you act accordingly. Also, idk if this is actually classified as a core belief, but she has a very strong survival instinct. She genuinely refuses to die. Trust me, the world has TRIED. Doesn’t work. Not on her.

Dynamic with Grayson: She hates him and he hates her…at least, at first. She thinks he is chock full of BS because he projects this perfect, stoic, unflappable, powerful persona. She doesn’t believe one bit of it. Or, maybe not hate. Serious frustration. She recognizes that he’s a fundamentally good, dependable person, but bristles at everything he hides. It seriously bothers her. And she refuses to listen to him. At least, not unless she’s vetted the idea and agrees. She’s very blunt. One of the first things she said to him was, “Did it hurt? *bats eyelashes* When you got that stick shoved up your ass? *smirks*” At least, in my head, that’s what happens. But she needs to win. And he is possibly an asset towards winning, one she intends on using. But she can’t help herself from poking holes in his facade. She is everything that HE is not. But then she gets to know him and realizes that he is more than just some broody, entitled, arrogant prick. She learns about his backstory and realizes that he has good reason to be the way he is. It’s how he’s HAD to be, and HAVING to be something is a circumstance that she can relate to. And he starts warming up to her too—she is incredibly blunt, and rather disrespectful, but she’s real. And she LIKES his mess. She LIKES when Grayson is imperfect, because imperfection is the only thing she trusts. She only trusts reality, because at least it’s the truth. And he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to tell him that it’s okay to be imperfect. Sure, she’s unimpressed by him and unafraid of him. But she also doesn’t pity him. She treats him as an equal and, eventually, he does the same because she is DEFINITELY on his level. Finally, a worthy opponent. And when she finally says “I love you,” she says it like a fact, just like she says anything else.

Appearance: Dirty blonde, wavy hair. Athletic. Average height. Laughs often…especially at Grayson, and especially when he goes all broody-and-Edward-Cullen-from-Twilight coded. Dark brown, piercing eyes. They’ve seen it all and they see through you.

So, what do you guys think? Should I write it?

[cinderella-ish]

The Apothecary Diaries Personality Types: Maomao

Y'all knew this was coming. Maomao is the only character I feel comfortable analyzing from this show so far, but I'm looking forward to getting to know the other characters better!

Maomao is probably the clearest example of her Enneagram that I can think of. Her MBTI is a little less obvious, but I still think it's quite clear. Here goes!

Maomao's Enneagram

Wound: Maomao's birth mother was mentally unwell and abused her, including by cutting off Maomao's finger. Maomao was then raised at the brothel that had employed her birth mother, though she was aware that her birth had damaged the brothel's reputation and irreparably destroyed her mother's value as a courtesan.

Wounding message: You are a burden. You must earn your right to exist.

Core desire: To avoid notice so she can focus on survival & her work as an apothecary.

Core fear: attracting too much notice and becoming a target

Defense mechanism: Maomao maintains a pragmatic, aloof approach to life. She avoids romanticizing things, and even avoids daring to hope things could be better for her.

Strengths: Maomao is curious, intelligent, helpful, cautious, calm, perceptive, dependable, objective, matter-of-fact, and independent.

Challenges: Maomao is reserved, secretive, obsessive, detached, cynical, nihilistic

When healthy: Maomao will stand up for what she knows is right.

When unhealthy: I'm not sure I know what she's like when unhealthy...

Looking at all of this, here's what connects when I go back to the Enneagram post:

Wound: 5, 6, 7, 8, or 9

Wounding message: 2, 5, or 7

Core desire: 5

Core fear: 5, 6, or 8

Defense mechanism: 5

Strengths: 1, 5, or 6

Challenges: 5

When healthy: 4, 5, or 9

When unhealthy: unsure, though I think 3 and 8 sound most likely

Maomao is an Enneagram 5.

Fives live in the Head center, and tend to underexpress fear. From Personality Path:

Fear is underexpressed in Type 5s by limiting engagement with the outside world. Concerns about being overwhelmed motivate Type 5s to withdraw from others. Anger can be triggered when personal boundaries are breached because this threatens the withdrawal strategy used to avoid anxiety. Shame or Sadness presents itself when Type 5s struggle with typical human interactions, which can be difficult because of their disconnection from the emotional world and their tendencies to isolate themselves from others. Concerns about being overwhelmed by their environment and the demands of others are often at the bottom of the three core emotions for Type 5s.

Shigure Sohma from Fruits Basket and Haruhi Fujioka from Ouran High School Host Club are both Fives.

Wing

The Enneagram Institute calls 5w4 "The Iconoclast" and 5w6 "The Problem Solver". Maomao, famous for solving problems, is pretty clearly a 5w6. From Truity:

5w6s are practical, helpful, and organized. While still fiercely independent, 5w6s tend to be more cooperative and loyal than other Fives. They excel in troubleshooting and solving complex problems.

Haruhi Fujioka is also a 5w6.

Subtype

I think Maomao is almost certainly not a SX 5, but I could see a case for either SP or SO.

Maomao at times seems to show a lack of regard for her own safety, from testing poisons on herself to casually discussing her potential execution with Jinshi. She is keenly aware of her position within the imperial hierarchy, or the hierarchy of Verdigris House. She is also very aware of which information could be dangerous vs. which information is crucial to share (and whether it's safe for her to share it openly). Where SP 5s are very focused on privacy and boundaries, SO 5s are more focused on knowledge and tend to almost hoard knowledge for use as protection.

For these reasons, I think Maomao is a SO 5w6. She is the first Social 5 I've analyzed. Description from EnneaApp:

Search for totems (symbols of the social group) which are sources of knowledge

Seek knowledge in totemic symbols such as scientific formulas/esoteric paradigms

Have preoccupation with mind as a source of power, attracted to realm of academia

Concerned with titles, degrees, credentials; relates socially through defined roles

Attracted to systems of study that yield big-picture accounts of social forces

Knowledge is power and forewarned is forearmed; insider information is protective

Belongs to some kind of "in-group" connected through specialized information

Likes to refine thinking with "people who know" in a setting that is free of small talk

May live in high society, knows the "right" people, belongs to the best clubs

Doesn't like to compete; will not jockey for rank; wants to be "called"/recognized

May enjoy speaking a professional language that only a few people understand

May appear haughty/condescending; may tell others how to do things quicker/better

More social than other fives; torn between group connection and wish for privacy

Tritype

With 5 as her Head type, I think Maomao's Gut type is most likely 9 (though I wouldn't rule out 8 or 1 just yet), and her heart type could be 3 or 2 (but probably not 4).

Maomao is fascinating because she wants to stay out of other people's business, but it's almost like she can't help herself. I don't think she really craves admiration, as a 3 would, nor do I think she wants to be central in other people's lives, as a 2, but I do think her desire to be helpful is slightly stronger than her desire to be successful.

With 2 in the mix, I think 9 would need to be her Gut type. 2s can be so intrusive and pushy; having a mix of 5 and 9 in her tritype really balance out that aspect of 2, whereas 8 would exaggerate it.

After reading the descriptions, I think 2-5-9 ("The Problem Solver"), 3-5-8 ("The Solution Master"), and 3-5-9 ("The Thinker") are all decent matches, but 2-5-9 seems like the best fit.

From Katherine Fauvre's website:

If you are a 259, you are caring, knowledgeable, and accepting. You want to be helpful, wise, and peaceful. You are naturally very quiet, soft-spoken, and shy, but observe and track everything going on around you.  You focus on problems and enjoy tinkering and fixing things. You need companionship and avoid feelings of loneliness by focusing on the needs and concerns of others. You are the smart, reserved, and sympathetic, ‘people’ person. You can see how to fix things but struggle with inaction when overwhelmed.  

Maomao is actually the first 259 I've analyzed in this series!

Maomao's MBTI

Sticking with my more recent format, here's how I see Maomao's mental processes:

Information-Gathering:

Everyone uses both iNtuition and Sensing, but one will be more natural to rely on. Everyone will also introvert one of these processes, and extrovert the other.

Someone who introverts iNtuition and extroverts Sensing will be able to cut to the core of understanding something in a state of deep, solitary focus. They will gather sensory information through their experience in the present, preferably with others.

Someone who extroverts iNtuition and introverts Sensing will tend to brainstorm aloud, connecting many possibilities at once, and will rely on comparisons to past sense-memories in order to understand the present.

Maomao seems to use Ni quite strongly, and Se less so, making her an -N-J type.

Decision-Making:

Just like with the two information-gathering processes, everyone uses both Thinking and Feeling to some degree, but will use one more naturally. And again, they will introvert one, and extrovert the other.

Someone who introverts Thinking and extroverts Feeling will use their own internal logical framework to come to decisions, and will base their decisions on outcomes for the people around them.

On the other hand, someone who extroverts Thinking and introverts Feeling will use external logic in decision-making, such as rules, laws, procedures, checklists, etc... and will base their decisions on the kind of person they want to be, or the kind of person they see themselves to be.

Maomao seems to use Te quite strongly, and Fi to a lesser degree.

This would make her an -NTJ type.

I think it's more likely that Ni is her Dominant process than Te, making her an INTJ, also called "The Mastermind".

Let's look at what Dominant Ni looks like:

Can appear visionary. Connects unconscious images, themes, and connections to see things in new ways. Brainstorm internally with themselves. Trusts and relies on inner insights, which may be hard for others to understand. Keyword: Visioning.

When exaggerated:

unrealistic visions, only accept data that supports their theories, make things overcomplicated

Inferior Se:

obsess over external, small, unimportant details, overindulge in sensual pleasures (overeat, over drink, etc.), see environment as hostile and dangerous

And the description of INTJ:

Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance—for themselves and others.

This is a great description of Maomao! She shares this type with Prince Zuko of Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Kento Nanami from JuJutsu Kaisen.

Maomao's Personality Summary

Enneagram: SO 5w6 (The Investigator/The Problem Solver)

Tritype: 2-5-9 (The Problem Solver)

MBTI: INTJ (The Mastermind)

Maomao is perceptive, rational, and detached yet kindhearted. She connects discrete, seemingly disparate bits of information to solve medical and criminal mysteries and help others. She is extremely cautious as she remains hyper-aware of her rank in hierarchical systems, and the tenuousness of her safety, although she can forget her caution when she becomes lost in thought or obsessed with another mystery.

What do you think? Do you agree with my analysis? Why or why not?

Apothecary Diaries Personalities Masterpost | Character Personalities Masterpost

[patriunicornio]

Modern New York Apartment

Have you ever dreamed of having a cozy apartment where contemporary art and jazz come together? Then this is your apartment.

This apartment with a color palette dominated by red, black, blue, beige and brown, is a perfect choice for any single man or woman living in Manhattan.

Name: Modern New York Apartment

Price: $ 196,537

Lot type: Room

Furnished

WITH CC

World: San Myshuno (121 Hakim House)

DLC used: City Living and Movie Hangout.

ORIGIN ID: MEDIAGRAMA

My inspiration for this apartment:

This apartment is inspired by abstract art, especially the works of Mark Rothko.

And is also inspired by MY FAVORITE SHOW, Sx and the city. I created this apartment while watching it and it reminds me of the first seasons of the show, Charlotte's art gallery, Mr Big, Carrie and Big, the girls going out for dinner and to have fun, New York, etc.

🩷🎶 (LOVE this edit)

List of the cc that I used:

Harrie @harrie-cc: The Coastal Collection 3,4, 6 and 8, Stockholm, Spoons part 2, Octave 3 and 4, Brutalism bathroom, The Country Collection 3

Felixandre @felixandresims: Gatsby set, Florence 1 and 4, Berlin part 1 and 3, Shop the look season, Grove part 3, Fayun part 2, Chateau part 4 and 5, Soho part 3

House of Harlix: Jardane, The Kichen 1 and 2, Livin' Rum, Orjánic part 2, Harluxe, Baysic Bathroom

Pierisim @pierisim: Pantry Party, Combles, Woodland 1 and 3, Unfold, Tilable, David's Apartment 1 and 2, Auntie Vera's Bathroom, Domaine 1, 2, 3 and 4, MCM House part 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, Winter Garden part 1, The Living-Room, Calderone, The office, Oak house 4 and 5, Tidying up, Teeny Weeny

Max20 @maxsus: Kitchen Appliances Pack, Kitchen Appliances Pack, Mini pack "Home atmosphere"

SIXAM @imfromsixam: Boho Bath, Work from home

My cup of CC: Teenage Dream - Part 01, The Modernist

Carabiner Sims @carabinersims: Computer Lab

Syboulette @syboubou: Contemporary Haven, Country Kitchen, Jules Bedroom

The Clutter Cat @thecluttercat: Bubble Gum, Sunny Sundae 1, 2 and 3, Dandy Diary, Dandy Diary 1, Busy Bee 2 and 1

KKB @kkbsmm: My Cherish Things, Core Subway tile, JOMO Laundry

Bbygyal123 @bbygyal123: Calendar 23

Myshunosun @myshunosun: The Art Room Redux, Thrifted TV, Gale Dining, Simmify Instant Camera, Daria Bedroom

Charlypancakes @charlypancakes: Chalk, Soak, Modish

Littledica @littledica: Bathroom

Tuds @tudtuds: Cross Bed and Bath Set

Lilac Creative @lilaccreative: The Classic Collection

Taurus Design @taurusdesign: Fiona Bathroom

(For more specific information about the cc used in this buid ask in the comments and I will be delighted to respond to you)

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[fanopeia]

em: Instinctual Variants Stackings | Wiki | Myers Briggs [MBTI] Amino (aminoapps.com)

Self-Preservation dominant, Sexual 2nd, Social blindspot (SP/SX)

> Mindset: "I can have merging/intensity without having to leave my orderly & pleasing lifestyle." (imagination, safe people and relationships, when the safety of these are challenged they withdraw)

> Earthy, mysterious, quietly intense, seem oblivious to the greater social world around them, favour personal interests

> Slow to commit, but when they do it is a life commitment to establish an impermeable bond

> Can attach to others at a root level in contrast to their surface formality

> Sanctuary of home, decorate spaces to reflect their taste/depth

> Want to live in secure comfortable environment where they can pursue their private interests in depth

> Archetypes: The Grave Digger, pirate, voodoo fetishist

> Missing Social, fresh air/sunlight

> Shrouded/hooded quality, cave dweller

> Can be oblivious to the collective good

> Communications are intimate, personal, no aura of the collective

> Friend-of-the-dark, non-judgemental with people’s underbellies/corruption

> The elements as metaphor: Downward death, decay/destruction, undertow, carcasses recycling into earth fertilizing

> Molten fire SX in earth’s core SP, volcanic, threat of eruption

> Psychic nudity/revelation threatens the SP/SX with self-destruction, or at least social self-destruction, which is all part of the distilling process toward the desired one-to-one bond.

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Sexual dominant, Self-Preservation 2nd, Social blindspot (SX/SP)

> Mindset: "If I can make (us) have an orderly & pleasing lifestyle, I can keep up and escalate all this merging/intensity."

> Internally conflicted, inconsistent behaviour SX blocked by SP, brooding, troubledIsolation vs. emerging

> Strictly personal outlook, not concerned with social consensus

> Searching for missing piece, soulmate, form a secret bond

> When stressed, severe sexual tensions may manifest as erratic behaviour

> Restless, torn between stable home and urge to wander/explore intensity

> Want the intensity of partner/pursuing personal interests with the stability and comfort of a home sanctuary

> Archetypes: The Alchemist, shaman, self-injurer, cutter, tattoo artist

> Missing Social, fresh air/sunlight, when you take away air you get death

> Shrouded/hooded quality, cave dweller

> Oblivious to the collective good

> Communications are intimate, personal, no aura of the collective

> Friend-of-the-dark, non-judgemental with people’s underbellies/corruption

> The elements as metaphor: Upward death, rebirth, metamorphosis, burned to death and born again from new elements

> Losing self to die in the other in upward peak of flame and ecstasy

> A lightning bolt captured in a bottle. The energy is always there but it's contained in a glass jar and only breaks free once in a while. The SX/SP is boxed in energy, self-contained, cutting, and focused. SX/SP types will often look angry even when they are not. There is a certain reality of emotion which they display that is due to their social obliviousness. Most SX's will be honest almost to a fault. SX/SP want to choose their friends wisely. A "with me or against me" attitude reminiscent of 6 and 8s. The least inhibited of all stackings. Cares less of what others think of them. The most likely to get into physical altercations, and may even enjoy fighting. Healthy SX/SP's will display a playful selfishness.

> SX/SP have a inner confidence which is not usually found in other stackings. However they may lack social confidence or just may not pay any attention to social rituals at all. Put a SX/SP in a busy bar and they will be confident in themselves. But make them sit at their parent-in-laws for a formal family dinner and you won't see that same confidence. It's inner confidence rather than social confidence of the SX/SO. May be very popular without knowing or putting emphasis on it, unlike SO types.

> SX/SP does create a kind of isolationary tendency though even in extroverted types, an in-their-own-world vibe, kinda oblivious sometimes. But ironically they can also be extremely insistent and aggressive on issues they feel strongly about, which they go on about in the SO realms in ways that will cause stronger SO's to cringe, it's so rough and undiplomatic. They can fall in love with their soapboxes. They can tune out of conversations, reacting suddenly when someone says something interesting, then snapping back to their inner focus whenever it gets boring. Also, making the odd crude joke, in bad taste. Or a faux pas, where they don't know it's the wrong thing to say until afterwards, or don't care.

> SX manifests as strong drives towards pleasure, new experiences, personal transformations, spontaneity, being provocative and in the spotlight, flaunting to impress, extravagance, and unrealistic romantic fantasies and whims. But SP counters with worries, fears, practical downers, erecting walls, a need to hide and be secretive, and needs to conserve time, space, and energy.

Energies in the Stackings

SX-firsts, aren’t as aware of the interactions between them and others and the environment, rather… their more aware of the chemistry. So while the so-firsts are more “mechanical”, the sx-firsts are more “chemical”. Focusing on SX-first issues involve: Am I close to my gf/bf? Am I close to my family? How much in common do we all have? Do I really like this thing? Am I attracted to it? Is that person attracted to that other person? etc. They’re more aware of the bonds and the chemistry between them and people, as well as environment, and other people and other people, as well as other people and the environment. They really like being close to their intimates, and are generally passionate about things. Likewise, they fear that those chemical bonds could be broken, and when they are, they are emotionally hurt. They feel literally separated, and ripped away from the other person or object.

SP-first issues revolve around: Am I healthy? Do I look good? How are my financial issues? How is that person’s financial issues? Am I hungry? etc. In other words, SP-firsts worry more about fitness. Fitness in general, of course, not necessarily just body fitness. Therefore, they worry more about how fit they are in their environment, as well as how fit other people are in their environment. They want to be fit. This represents more a potential energy, rather than mechanical and chemical energy. When someone leaves them… I guess perhaps they feel more unfit, since I’m sure they may rely on others to keep them fit. Though, its still more important for they themselves to be fit on their own.

[ok, não sei ainda qual sequência é mais minha cara. ainda acho que sx/sp]

[ttsukiimi]

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"Keep still or I'll fuckin' stop, " Toji rasped against your cunt, the deep tremor of his voice vibrating through your body. You felt his rough palms glide against your skin before they harshly gripped at the fat of your ass, the vice grip effectively keeping you in place.

The bulge poking through his sweats was practically speaking to you, grey material swelling to accommodate the sheer girth and size of his hardening cock. Your mouth watered.

"What's takin' you so long, princess?" Toji mumbled, licking a teasing stripe up your folds, laughing as your body jerked in momentary pleasure. "Start suckin'."

As if on the impulse of his words, your hands flung to the hem of his sweatpants and practically shoved it down, along with his boxers. And, to say you were mesmerized was an understatement.

No matter the number of times you saw him, his size had always amazed you—nevertheless the fact that he was fully fucking hard at the moment.

You leaned in, placing sweet kitten licks on the leaking tip, and that's when Toji's tongue began to move, in tandem with yours. Your back arched deliciously from the stimulation, a sugary cry leaving your lips.

"Toji—Fuck," you hissed, absentmindedly grinding your hips back onto his face, smothering his nose and lips in your slick. Toji groaned under you, happily accepting the essence dribbling from your core, curling his tongue upwards as he slid it inside you.

Your moans were muffled as you took him in, your lips descending until your throat was at its limit, your small, delicate hands twisting around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"Shit, that's it, good girl." he sighed, resuming the motions of his wet muscle, fucking it in and out of you, euphoria shooting through your body and causing you to lose your focus.

Noticing your loss of clear mind, Toji donned a smug grin as he began not only thrusting his tongue into you, but also rutting his hips up into your mouth every time you stopped.

"Mmf—baby, no, can't take anymore!' you mewled, body shaking as you felt him insert a finger.

"Not stopping 'till you cum. Keep suckin' and I might think about it."

Another thick finger pushed into your hole, prompting that tell-tale feeling of heat blooming in your lower stomach. Toji could tell you were close by the way you clenched around his digits and tongue.

You tried your best to resume sucking him off, slowly bobbing your head up and down the length of his cock. But your tear-filled eyes overcrowded with stars, blinding your vision and soon enough, your orgasm washed over you like a wave.

"Ah, 'm cumming..." you sobbed, thighs quivering only to be held down by Toji as he lapped up every last bit of your climax.

You weren't expecting the huge load of seed that later filled your mouth, looking back at Toji with doe eyes and cheeks overflowing with sticky white, wondering what you should do.

His lidded eyes met yours and he gulped down your juices, only murmuring one word. "Swallow."

[skulla-rxcks]

Training

Paring: Changbin x fem!reader

Rating: explicit (adult)

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut (duh), unprotected sx, lmk if I missed

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Training with Binnie at his ‘home gym’; turns in a different direction you wouldn’t have expected.

Ever since Changbin got his own gym equipment he’s been eager to show you how to use it, more so he can watch your face scrunch up in frustration as you attempt to lift stuff out of your range though.

“Hey I’m here!” I call out as I walk into the room.

Changbin waves In response, not being able to get words out due to his lips wrapped a water bottle making his throat wiggle as he gulps down the water. God, I want him to do that to MY THROAT.

“Thirsty?” he asks smirking, offering me some water.

“I’m good thanks.”

“Firstly, ‘m gonna help you lift, lay down and put your arms out front on the bench there.” Changbin puts his hands on my waist and guides my body until I’m lying down correctly

“Put your legs a little bit wider.. mhm that’s it.” He groans

I whimper back at him as I put my hands on the metal bar, gripping it tightly. “Heavy..”

“No shit. Legs still, sweetcheeks.”

“Ngh fuck..” I moan as he pushes on my knees trying to keep me from squirming around.

“Stay still and don’t be so loud, people will get the wrong idea.”

I nod in understanding, I’m being very loud so they’ll definitely get the wrong idea if I continue on.

Changbin suddenly grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. “I don’t think this is supposed to- oh.” I gasp as Binnie covers my mouth, soon enough that gasp turns into a whimper when he brings my legs closer towards him, my cheeks flush as I feel something hard pressing against my inner thigh… is he.. hard?

“Binnie..?” I whimper, still on the bench with his hard cock pressed against my thigh. Fuck it. I take my sports bra off, shaking in pleasure as my nipples get nipped by the cold air.

“Changbin. Take me.”

I whisper as he removes his hand from my mouth and begins kissing down my neck, licking the skin before sucking on it. “Please.”

He doesn’t answer me, instead moving from my neck to my chest area, leaving marks and kisses all over my breasts. As he trails lower to my stomach he starts rubbing the wetness forming through my panties, making my whole body vibrate. Fuck he is hot as hell.

Suddenly he stops, moving away from me and standing up. I let go of the bars and try to reach for him, “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering me he moves to sit next to me and grabs my head, bringing my lips to his. My lips connect to his in an instant, I position myself onto his thigh and grind on it as we kiss. The feeling of his large thigh grinding against my core is too much to handle.

“Fuck Bin. Fuck me. You have no idea how good this feels.” I beg, slipping my bottoms off immediately, revealing my soaked cunt.

His eyes widen in surprise as his eyes dart between my naked pussy and my face before he looks away, a light blush covering his entire face. “You’re really horny huh?” he mutters. “gonna break you.”

he whispers into my ear, trailing soft kisses down my neck while he rubs me with his thick finger.

I let out another needy whimper. “Fuck.. yes, please. please break me..”

Changbin pushes me down, wrapping my legs around his waist, getting me into the same position as before.

“Now hold still.” he says, positioning himself between my legs, rubbing his tip between my pussy lips

I bite my lip as he slowly enters me, his dick stretching me out. “Oh god..” I moan, arching my back slightly.

“Shh..” He whispers, pushing in further.

I grab one of his hands and position it on my neck, making him hold onto it tightly as he begins thrusting in and out of my pussy; slow but hitting every angle I desire, even some angles I never knew where possible

“So good.. so good..” He moans as my body shakes underneath his. “I could do this all day sweetheart. So tight�� and hot..”

“Binnie.. ‘m gonna cum!!” I scream, bucking forward with Changbin still inside of me

“Yeah? Then let go~” He moans out, slamming into me harder before shoving me back down. “Mhh... come for me baby. Cum for me. “

“fuck that was good, we should ‘train’ like this more often.”

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Trapped Together 🚪💋

Synopsis: Luigi and Y/N get locked in a wine cellar during an event. It’s freezing, the tension is suffocating, and there’s only one way to stay warm…

Pairing: Luigi Mangione x Y/N

Content: MINOR DNI, quickie, make out, sx, fluff, cutie

Word count: 4.3k

A/N.  kind of short and cute but please do enjoy.

He stepped closer, his bare skin brushing against yours, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. His lips found yours again, this time softer, slower, as if savoring every second. Your hands explored the planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.

“Luigi,” you breathed against his lips, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl that sent shivers down your spine, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom. His lips never left yours, the kiss deepening with every step, as if the few seconds of separation were too much to bear.

Luigi laid you gently onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he hovered above you. His lips crashed against yours once more, the kiss deep and demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every dip, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking you as his.

“Luigi,” you breathed, arching into his touch, your body begging for more.

He smirked against your skin, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he kissed his way lower. His mouth found one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak before sucking it into his mouth. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them, his hands roaming over your body, teasing and tormenting you.

Your moans filled the room, each one urging him on, driving him wild. He kissed his way down your stomach, his hands sliding to the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart. He looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of lust and adoration.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I could spend hours just kissing and touching you.”

You bit your lip, your body trembling with anticipation. “Please, Luigi,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending shivers down your spine. “Patience, amore,” he teased, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh. “I want to savor every moment.”

You whimpered, your hips lifting slightly, seeking his touch. He smiled against your skin, his hands gripping your thighs as he kissed his way closer to where you needed him most. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your body on edge, craving the release only he could give.

“Luigi,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Please…”

“Soon, Y/N,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “Soon.”

Luigi’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down your body, his touch igniting every nerve. He paused at the apex of your thighs, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he slid a finger between your folds, teasing you with feather-light strokes. You gasped, your back arching off the bed as he pressed deeper, his touch skillful and relentless.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down your spine. His finger curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets for support. “Tell me how much you want this, Y/N.”

“I want it,” you gasped, your hips lifting to meet his hand. “I need you, Luigi.”

He smirked, adding a second finger and increasing his pace. Your moans filled the room, each one urging him on, driving him wild. His free hand guided one of yours to his length, wrapping your fingers around him. “Touch me,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Show me how much you want me.”

You obeyed, your hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes as he continued to work you with his fingers. His breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. “Dio, Y/N,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “You feel incredible.”

His name spilled from your lips in a desperate moan, your body tightening around his fingers as pleasure coiled deep within you. Luigi leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as your hands moved in tandem, each of you driving the other closer to the edge.

“Luigi,” you breathed, your voice trembling with need. “I’m close…”

“Me too,” he admitted, his fingers still moving inside you, his thumb brushing over your clit in perfect circles. “Come for me, amore. Let me feel you fall apart.”

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