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Sub Quinn Fabray x FTM reader who really wants to dom but feels a bit insecure at first? 🥺 pls im horny

reader is only on t, p*ck mention, post canon, very soft..too soft. 🎧

you’d looked stupidly handsome all day. from the moment she opened the door and saw you standing with your new denim jacket and a single flower you found on your way there to how you took her to an arcade a few days after she confessed she’d never been to one, you lost to her on the easiest level of ninja ninja revolution (she swears, you’re worse than finn.) and carried her jacket when she got hot, quinn was smitten. and flustered. and a little overwhelmed by how good you’ve been looking lately.

of course she’s always thought that of you. but you just seem more happy and confident. you talk a little bit more now, not so low in front of other people. you’re filling out your clothes a ever so slightly noticeable—she simply loves you harder each time she sees you.

quinn has never taken a relationship so seriously before you. she’s read, watched videos about trans people and their struggles because the last thing she wants is to make you uncomfortable.

she’d learned the hard way what that word means and she never wants you to feel that way. ever.

of course, you feel the same.

quinn wasn’t very open about her past with the mohawk guy (thank god you never came across him) who took advantage of her insecurities by getting her drunk, but she did tell you about beth. this was long before you did anything. sure, you were dating already but you never initiated anything.

and after she told you about her pregnancy, you were more careful, because the last thing you wanted was to remind her of him.

you held her close, thanked her for trusting you with something so personal, and when she teared up, you knew that if things ever did go further with her, if she chose you to be the one to share herself with in that way, you would be a gentleman. you’d do everything she deserves.

said and done, you did.

and while you didn’t always say it, she knew that being naked around someone wasn’t easy for you either. that there were certain things you didn’t want her to see because you didn’t eithe. she noticed the way your voice dipped when the lights were on, so it was always off when you took off your shirt.

and now, here you are, in her room, casually tugging off your jacket while mumbling something about not seeing your charger. you’re half turned away from her, digging around on the bed near her nightstand with only a shirt that hugs your back just right, and jesus, did she mention how pretty you look right now?

“what?” you smile, pausing your search to smile at her.

“nothing.” she stands up from your desk, hands behind her back as usual while she walks up to you with those half lidded eyes. she chuckles, and you do, too.

“so you’re just looking at nothing?”

“i’m looking at my boyfriend. can’t i do that?” she tilts her head, looking up like she’s thinking as she circles your neck with her arms, leaning into you with a shy smile.

“hmm, i don’t know… can you?” you leave a small kiss on her cheek and she suddenly wants. badly. to kiss you stupid. to do all the things you do for her tonight. to show you. she doesn’t want to wait for you to make the first move tonight. you’ve been so good. all day. always.

your hands rest on her hips when her lips brush yours, feeling hers curling up. she’s happy.

but her stomach twists with nerves because she’s never done this before and she’s scared to disappoint you or that you wouldn’t want her to. she knows your body is something you don’t always love. and she wants to touch you right.

she’s still a little shaky, still unsure if she can really do this. “i love you.” she breathes, pulling back just a few inches.

your eyes shine, she can see them. with the biggest smile she’s ever seen, you reach up to brush her hair behind her ear. “i love you more.”

her fingers curl at the nape of your neck, playing with your hair lingering, trying to gather her courage just a brief moment before her hands trace down until they rest on your shoulders. “can you… uh, i wanna, wanna try something, okay?”

you blink, confused, by her sheepish hesitation, but you nod. that’s when her she applies a little force to sit you down on the edge of the bed. something about the way her cheeks are flushing makes your breath catch a little. she’s never done this before. both never break eye contact.

her thumb brushes your temple as you search her face, trying to figure out what she’s planning in that pretty, overthinking head of hers. she leans in, fingers slipping down to cup your neck, tilting your head up ever so slightly so she can kiss you again. this time it’s deeper. her breath stutters against your lips.

you break it, curious. “you okay?” it comes out as a broken chuckle. now she’s making you nervous.

“yeah. just you… you look really hot when you look up at me like that.”

that catches you off guard, but her mouth is on yours again before you can process a reply, and so are her thighs around your hips. “lay back for me?” her nose grazes yours and you can only nod. what is she doing to you right now?

she didn’t have to tell you what was the thing she said she wanted to do. you swallow while your back meets the pillows. “oh.”

she chuckles. a hand lands on the side of your face and the next second her hair is tickling your face as you meet her lips halfway while the other holds your chest on the matters when you try to support yourself on your elbows. “lay back means lay back, baby.”

you blush at that. you blush harder when her free hand makes its slow way through your torso to your pelvis. careful to only touch where you’ve let her before. she doesn’t go under your shirt. you’ve talked about this. you’re not ready for that. and that’s okay.

her fingers hover just above the waistband of your boxers now, teasing, not quite dipping beneath it yet. she’s watching you the entire time: your flushed cheeks, the way you look up at her, the rise and fall of your chest.

“is this okay?” she asks softly, and when you nod, she smiles like she’s proud of you. like you are the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. “you tell me to stop if you need to.” her middle finger parts your folds—your hips twitch slightly, a soft gasp leaving your throat, and she kisses it right off your lips.

“i’ve wanted to do this to you for a while… return the favor?” her voice is surprisingly steady for someone who’s teasing your tdick for the first time, though there’s a shaky edge to it.

your face twitches, lips part, and she bites her lip. her finger stops circling that just to tease your entrance. slow. “quinn—”

“i know,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. “i know, baby. just wanna make you feel good.”

her hand stroking you so gently it makes your eyes flutter. and then her finger pushes just the tiniest bit deeper and your back arches followed by a broken whine.

“there. that’s what you like, hmm?” she hums innocently, eyes flicking between your face and where her hand is disappearing beneath your waistband.

“look at me.” you open them again, breath ragged, dizzy. “you always take care of me. let me take care of you now.”

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trying lineart… my pit girl

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i think tumblr would appreciate my tmasc lesbian nat art

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hey i just graduated high school lol

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would you guys hear me out on transmasc skank!quinn

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GUESS WHO'S SEEING ETHEL CAIN IN FUCKING CONCERT

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i really hope that you’re okay! take care of yourself 🫂

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sorry for the random silence again, still going through the process of moving and school started again + i just ended my 6 year relationship so things are a little hectic rn

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i know my requests are closed but do you guys have any kim beckett thoughts... from shiva baby... just watched it and PHEW

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shauna shipman can eat me for lunch

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you guys :( thank you so much. i owe a lot to everyone who supports my work, either just by reading it, liking it, or reblogging it. i've had a really rough relationship with writing for a few years now, and creating this tumblr account has helped bring back the love i once had for it. it means so much to me, and i'll forever to be grateful to all of you :)

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sub g!p lee x reader first time together, riding her and lee completing losing her mind from how good it feels

SUB G!P LEE X READER'S FIRST TIME

contains: nsft content (minors + ageless blogs dni), g!p lee, reader and lee having sex for the first time, breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, teasing and dirty talk, reader's body is referred to with the terms "pussy," "clit" and "cunt," not proofread note to anon: show stopping idea, I'm in love <33 thank you for the req hehe

as soon as you sheathe yourself fully onto lee, her eyes roll back, head thumping softly into the pillow. her body is trembling with shivers that shoot up her spine, rendering her a speechless, oversensitive mess underneath you.

you're so warm, your hole engulfing her in hot slick and latching onto her just right. so much better than lee's palm during those nights where she can't sleep due to work stress and needs a moment of relief. and you fleshlight doesn't even compare to the feeling of your rough, textured walls clinging onto her so tightly she feels as though your body is intentionally plotting to draw out every drop of come building up in her.

it's overwhelmingly good, and for the few seconds you cockwarm her, she nearly begs for you to begin moving, just so that you can get yourself off before she loses control and unloads in you. but, judging from the way you sit so confidently on her cock, smirking down at her, she can sense you're already aware of her desperation.

it nearly surprises her just how much more aroused it makes her to be controlled by you like this, bending to your every whim with just a short, husky command or a pointed look. she supposes it shouldn't, considering the times you've shown non-sexual dominance, like dragging her somewhere by her belt loops or kissing her stupid when she's trying to protest you coaxing her to sleep, have always left her face hot and her crotch stirring with desire. but, still -- to see this version of you full-fledged, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you begin slowly rocking on her, affects her way more than she anticipated.

when your slippery walls drag up and down her cock, jerking her off, her face immediately scrunches in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed so hard it brings tension to her temples. you're going at a frustratingly slow pace, but it's enough to have the warmth in her stomach beginning to flare stronger, making her muscles tight with anticipation. through her fluttering lashes, she watches you blearily, your tits bouncing as you take her cock into you over and over again, your bottom lip swollen from how much you're biting it. seeing you so lost in pleasure, maybe just as much as she's currently encompassed by, makes her cock twitch hard. she loves making you feel good, loves being the one who gets you moaning and panting. not just because she's the only one who gets to witness such a sight, but because god, it feels so good to be good for you.

a sentiment only punctuated when you mumble, your words slurred and breathy, "god, lee, baby, you feel so good in me. such a big cock, god, I'm stuffed full."

she grits her teeth at the praise, embarrassment bursting through her. but, in the underbelly of it is satisfaction that you're so impressed and content with her size. it urges her to lift her hips up, thrusting harder into you.

you release a choked out moan before pressing a palm into her chest, keeping her trapped onto the mattress. you're both well-aware that with her training, she could easily get out of this position, but just the same, it's more than evident that she likes exactly where she is.

"what do you think you're doing?" you hiss, continuing to press your hips down, the movements shallow. "I didn't tell you you can move."

"sorry," she moans out, her eyes squeezing shut when she feels you tighten up after her apology. shit, you really like this. not that she's any better. "I just wanted--"

"it doesn't matter what you want, silly. I'm the one in control, remember?" you taunt, your voice syrupy sweet with condescension, as though you're scolding her.

it only makes her balls tighten, her teeth clenching harder together to resist from groaning out loud.

"y-yes, sorry," she grunts out, her toes curling when you begin to move harder, her cock pumping deeper into you, the tip pressing into your spongey g-spot with each meeting of your hips. the sensation against her sensitive head has her torso writhing on the bed, your dripping pussy coating her and, mixed in with the lube, igniting filthy little squelches that have her whimpering.

"good girl," you coo, leaning forward to pin her arms down, the look in your eyes downright feral as you continue riding her relentlessly.

your tits shake right above her face, and she swallows hard at the sight, her mouth dry for a taste. when your gazes interlock and you give her a small nod, your mouth twisted in mocking delight, she immediately latches her mouth onto a nipple. she swirls her pink, soft tongue around it, sucking it lightly, the repetitive motions of it sending her mind into a hazy lull.

one of your hands strokes through her hair, nails lightly digging into her scalp, the buzz of it making a humiliatingly high-pitched whine crawl up her throat and out of her mouth.

"tell me you're a good girl," you whisper, the words sprinkled with tremors from your physical exertion. "if you do, I'll let you fuck up into me."

lee hesitates for a few moments, her cheeks reddening at the thought of saying something so exposing, as well as praiseworthy regarding herself.

but, then, you slam your ass down on her thighs and her cock rams into you, the rough motion making her accidentally bite your tit, the yelp you release only making her feel closer to the edge.

"sorry," she rushes to say, eyes flicking between your breasts and face. god, she needs to feel that kind of thrust again. needs to be pulling you down that hard when she comes in you.

and so, she quietly admits, "I'm good."

"a bit more specific."

she sends you a glare that immediately morphs into contorted pleasure when her balls slap against your folds.

"fuck. I-I'm a good girl. okay?" she grits out, praying you're satisfied and will let her be.

it seems so, for your mouth drops open, as though you're getting off on her being forced to admit something so stupid. what is she even thinking? of course you are.

"there you go," you moan, your hand roaming along her chest and gripping her tit, thumb flicking over the puckered nipple. lee gasps at the sensation, the pressure on her aching bud sending shockwaves through her body.

with your approval for her to go harder, she braces her sock-clad feet on the mattress and start pumping her hips up at a speed that has you nearly tumbling into her. now, it feels like your pussy is jerking her off, hugging her tightly as it pushes up and down with every thrust she unleashes. her thumb scrambles to your clit, immediately rubbing at the swollen nub, which incites a loud whine from you.

moments later, you crumble into orgasm, a soft, breathless wail flinging from your lips. your walls immediately start seizing at her without relent, repeatedly clamping down on her, as though they possess their own heartbeat.

it's too much -- too much stimulation, too much pressure on her cock and in a matter of moments, she's releasing a raspy whimper, her come shooting out of her cock. she feels it enter and plug your hole up in thick spurts, gushing around your hole and her dick, creating even more lubrication as she continues to thrust in you mindlessly, her hips twitching as she chases the pleasure.

when she's unable to keep going, her cock beginning to soften in you, you plant your sweaty body onto hers, chests rubbing as you lean your forehead on her shoulder.

"god, that was..." you trail off, sucking in a sharp breath before continuing. "that was fucking amazing. you did so good."

she squirms from the praise, her stomach twisting in satisfaction in spite of how much she dislikes being the centre of attention.

"thank you," she murmurs into your head, her fingers tracing patterns into your back. "you did good, too. really good," she adds, knowing she usually struggles to deliver compliments that encompass her whole gratitude and wanting to do better for you.

"yeah," you huff out a laugh. "who said the first time has to suck, huh?"

she snorts, her lips curling up faintly. "I mean, there was some sucking."

"lee!" you gasp, softly thwacking her arm. as though you've been the picture of innocence for the last hour of tortuous teasing.

"what? it's true," she states plainly. "besides, you seemed to really enjoy it."

you grumble, nuzzling further into her neck. "maybe just a tad."

her smile widens, her hand squeezing your hip. "if you say so."

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will hopefully be posting more this week but! i wanted to let y'all know that unfortunately when i made this blog i accidently made it as a side blog, so if you see @honkinghavoc interacting / following you that is me! :P

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that Lee wearing the blue gloves and her FBI jacket post is so filthy…what is wrong with you…?!! (more please!)

INSPECTION TIME!

𐙚 note to anon: LMFAOOOOOOO THIS ASK MADE ME LAUGHHHHH I'll do a whole post just for you <33 𐙚 contains: nsft content (minors + ageless blogs dni), inspecting kink, lee keeping on blue gloves and her fbi jacket, spanking, dirty talk, degradation ("slut"), lee is packing, mentions of handcuffs, cnc maybe? (essentially, lee and reader are roleplaying the roles of lee being an investigator who makes reader strip and allow themselves to be touched and inspected for the sake of an investigation -- all fantasy and consented to beforehand), reader receives fingering, reader's body is referred to with the following terms: "tits," "pussy," "clit," not proofread 𐙚 divider by: @/dollywons

it was you who brought it up first.

it's been obvious, since day one, that lee exuded a kind of confidence when it came to her job that barely any other facets of her life could compare to. when she spoke of a case, her jaw sharpened, eyes ablaze with determination and curiosity, and you could practically hear the gears in her head spinning faster than anyone could anticipate. she's methodical, careful and relishes in the process of breaking things down and filtering through the bits and pieces. and the control -- figuring things out on her own, having to depend on her instincts, using her brain to work through things -- was something she relished.

and you know it's not the point, but god, is it hot. when you ask her about her job or a case, she speaks with a precision and surety that her usual social discomfort inhibits. she embraces and trusts the inner workings of her mind wholeheartedly, and it's like every cloud in her brain dissipates when she has one thing to work on. she knows her shit, and what makes it more attractive is that she knows she knows her shit. she's humble, yes, but she'd never lie about the skills she knows she's in the possession of.

and so, you one day, very tentatively, bring up incorporating her job into your bedroom. not truly -- not really. but, rather as a roleplay you two can tap into, something she can use as a crutch to easily slide into those dominant moods she sometimes gets into.

at first, she takes her time to digest the words, eyebrows furrowed and jaw locked as she fully processes what you're asking for. part of her twinges with guilt -- the nature of her crime is so gory, so tragic, she doesn't know if she has it in her to use an element of it for her own sexual pleasure.

and so, you two talk about it, a lot. and you break down and talk about which elements you would and wouldn't like to include, how this would all be roleplay, set in a fantasy where she's just a kinky agent and you happen to be someone who she needs to put up with for her investigation. almost like a game -- a puzzle, or a mystery film. something for her to sink her mind into directing, solving, taking logical control over, without there being any legitimate risk.

you can see she's curious, at the very least, which is why it comes as no surprise when she quietly says she'll try it out.

it takes lots of giggling and fumbling and breaks at first, but in a matter of weeks, you've had eye-rolling orgasms, over and over again, caused by lee fucking you with her strap over a table, handcuffs straining your arms back as she whispers hotly against your ear how uncooperative you'r being. sometimes, she'll get home, and keep her work clothes on, immediately telling you to strip for her that she can look you over. of course, you can't help but brat at least a little bit, your moans downright delighted when she flips you onto your stomach and yanks your pants down.

and speaking of looking you over, god, the inspections?

now that one was her idea. after weeks of playing into this new roleplay, she one day tells you to stand up, saying she needs to make sure you don't have any harmful items on you. the firm tone she takes on already has your underwear damp by the time you stand in front of her, on full display, your body at her mercy.

she starts off professionally, patting you down with the cold detachment she would with anyone else. you're on the brink of giggling that she's so cute in her earnestness when suddenly, her large hand engulfs one of your tits, squeezing it hard.

you barely have time to let out a strangled gasp before she keeps skimming her hands over your body, lithe, delicate fingers tickling at your sides as she brushes them down. she keeps you on edge for every moment of it, her soft touches interluded with firm grabs of your ass that have you bucking and the ghost of her breath on your throat as her rough, callused hands slide under your top and unhook your bra, insisting that it's hiding too much.

she uses these excuses, muttering that this thing is in the way or that thing is blocking her vision of you, until you're completely bare in front of you, goosebumps peppering your skin.

that's when she finally bends you over, and to your shock, snaps on her clean, blue gloves, telling you to spread your legs open. you're practically leaking at this point, hole clenching down on nothing as you obey her commands.

she smiles slightly, bending down to kiss your shoulder and mutter, "colour?"

when you hazily mumble, "green," a small huff of laughter escapes her before her expression settles back into its blank slate.

the rubber of her gloves cool and silky, you gasp softly as she begins fondling with your pussy. the material glides over your lips and drenched folds, softening the feeling when she rubs every part between her thumb and index finger, humming in observation. at one point, she uses them to push into your pussy's lips and spread your out so that your sodden flesh is fully exposed to her gaze. it makes you wiggle in equal parts embarrassment and arousal, especially when she does nothing but stare, her warm breath hitting your core as she continues to just watch.

she tuts softly and you wonder if she's done when suddenly, a finger, cold and sticky with the rubber and your juices, begins prodding into you. your inciting moan has you leaning your face into the counter, body wracked with shivers as she slowly pushes the digit in.

"it's all procedure," she murmurs. "after all, suspects like you can keep anything in there."

"like me?" you ask through your bubbling whimpers.

"sluts."

her one-worded answer is accompanied by her finger fully sheathing itself into your pussy, which grips onto her tightly, begging for her to remain inside.

her other hand squeezes your ass cheek, spreading you open as she begins to rock her finger in and out of you, slowly opening you up. the squelches of your pussy ring through the room and your hips instinctively push back to get her deeper and nudging at one very specific spot.

she immediately notices, quietly saying, "is this a sort of game to you? this is procedure, not something here for your enjoyment."

when you don't answer, a sharp spank comes to your ass, the sting of it making your walls flutter over her finger, shivers rippling up your spine as you whimper.

"you liked that," she states plainly, her tone as indifferent as usual. but, you can hear the telltale signs of her arousal -- the heavy breaths, the soft gasps when you tighten up on her. "how desperate does someone have to be before getting wet from an agent searching them?"

even though you're both well-aware of this farce, the words have you burning with arousal, transported into a bend of reality that you're only happy to succumb to.

in a matter of minutes, her fingers are pumping into you rough and fast, her dripping mouth at your shoulder as her other arm, still clad in her fbi jacket, winds around your waist so that she can flick her thumb along your clit.

"since you need it so bad, I'll let you come," she pants against your ear. "just so we can proceed without distractions."

"I-I'm gonna need more than this to no longer be distracted," you babble through your whines.

she presses harder into you and you a choked out gasp shoots from your throat when you realize she's fucking packing.

"I'm well-prepared," she half-groans, her tongue running along the patch of skin behind your ear.

the quiet assuredness of her words, the way she's fucking into you relentlessly, the feeling of the smooth rubber sliding against the rough texture of your walls -- it has you into a sensory overload, and it takes only seconds before your body breaks into a long, throbbing orgasm, your pussy clamping down on her with a desperate need. she thrusts her fingers into you as best as she can, pushing against your g-spot repeatedly until you sag against the counter with an exhausted sob.

immediately, she's on you, pinching off the soaked gloves and shrugging off her jacket so she can comfortably, draw your back to her chest, her fingers rubbing mindless shapes on your tummy as she kisses up your neck.

"you did so good," she whispers, squeezing the flesh softly.

"so did you," you return, your voice cracking towards the end. you're honestly a mess -- pussy swollen and sore, body covered in sweat that you're sure is sinking into the fibres of her white dress shirt.

"you make it easy to do good," she murmurs.

when you turn to give her a soft look, she casts her gaze down, pressing her face into your shoulder. immediately, your body throbs with fondness for her, the sudden bashfulness taking over her after such an eager show of dominance.

"don't shy on me now," you laugh, hand weaving into her brown streams of hair.

"mm, I won't," she hums.

you know she needs this moment -- to unwind, to fully let herself settle down after such an intense scene. and you're willing to stay with her through it, the warmths of your bodies intermingling as you offer each other silent comfort through touch, as well as quiet words of praise and affirmation.

"so, do you still want to..?" you eventually ask, eyebrows wiggling as you pointedly eye her crotch.

she snickers softly, tugging on your hand to draw you in chest-to-chest. "you're insatiable."

"only a tad!" you protest.

"only a tad," she parrots with a gentle mockery, her hand interlocking with yours as she brings you to the bedroom.

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maevelight 💥💫🩷 annie is just her little light yeah exactlyyy

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firecrackers straps and all that idk

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DIANNA AGRON attending the “Nina Ricci Womenswear Fall/Winder 2025/2026” as part of Paris Fashion Week in Paris, France (March 07, 2025)