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♱ BEYOND THE WORLD, TILL THE END OF TIME .

NINE—TEEN . SHE / HER . 18+ BLOG .

TOM N’ BILL KAULITZ 1# FAN TILL I DIE .

MASTERLIST — RULES — FAQ — C.AI

RECENT WORK : “Work Distractions.” V GARZA .

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REQS AND DMS : open .

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real

need an older woman to manipulate me sooo bad :(((

older women hmu 🙏🏽

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HELLOOOOOOOO sorry guys i should be coming off hiatus soon but! where my cyberpunk enjoyers at haha….

FORTUNE

rogue amendiares x fem!reader, headcanons!

kinktober day thirteen: semi-public sex (NSFW)

( HEADCANONS! )

⬦ after finishing gigs, you always go to see rogue at the afterlife — to let her know the job is done, to give her the unsavory details that are too sensitive to be revealed over the phone. you wear the marks of your work, from a bruised face to dried blood too deep under your nails to be cleaned off all at once. subtly rogue always looks over you, assessing the damage done to her favorite merc that just so happens to be the woman shes been seeing. you’re invited into her private booth at the afterlife, given a drink for any inconveniences you may have faced, and if she doesn’t pull you down onto her lap first you’ll sit beside her in her booth with her arm around you as she listens to you explain everything you dealt with during your job. most of the time rogue is attentive, taking in your concerns and triumphs eagerly, because she cares about you more than she would ever like to admit. yet some days you look so divine after a gig, glowing as you bask in the success of a completed job, and nothing you say reaches her.

⬦on those days, rogue doesn't have a choice but to take you into one of the back rooms of the afterlife and fuck you there — she will never be able to focus otherwise, you have her attention drawn elsewhere. it's your fault, and her job to make you pay for distracting her. she doesn't care if someone walks in on you — the afterlife is hers, you are hers, and she should be able to use both as she pleases. rogue wants to hear your moans muffled by her hand over your mouth in an empty hall in the back, she wants to shame you for them and tell you just how desperate you sound for her. that anyone could walk in, see you coming undone at her touch.

⬦before she takes you into the back, though, she wants you to need her enough that for you, too, the presence of anyone else in the building is entirely insignificant. sliding a hand up your thigh as you have a drink with her in her booth looking out over the club, whispering to you how proud she is of you, how you always do such a good job for her. when she sees the longing in your gaze, she pulls you to kiss her, she lets you straddle her lap, she'll do anything short of fucking you in front of her patrons. in a way you are decorative to her. you don't mind if she shows you off as a possession, because to secure yourself in the public image as rogue's treasured asset is to carve your name into every fortune night city has to offer. mutual benefit and the satisfaction of lust come first — love will follow too, if you want it.

⬦ rogue loves to fuck you in her car, too. usually after jobs she goes with you to finish, or if you're accompanying her to a meeting. she finds a certain satisfaction in the way she can get her hands on you anywhere if she tries in all the right ways, if she learns every way to get you on your knees in a warehouse or grinding against her thigh on the sofa in her office. she knows you will do anything to please her — so she will keep using you as you crave for her to, and you will keep securing yourself in her favor.

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frothing at the mouth for cate dunlap content i will take scraps i will take scents on the breeze that i will follow like a cartoon character

😭😭😭😭🙏 PLEASEEE ME TOO,,,, unfortunately i am extremely swamped so my cate fic is currently in an idle state one could say but! soon as i’ve got some free time im going to sit down and finish it it’s about halfway…. #edging i guess im sorry chat….

in the meantime heres this cate playlist i made 😛 plus an edit i had saved

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thoughts on quinntana ☝️🤓

had these manips of them saved in the depths of my camera roll hope this helps 😜

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oh my….

WORK DISTRACTIONS — V. GARZA

WARNINGS : Pure smut!! Valeria is so exhausted from work, and all she wants is u to make her feel good. poor baby needs a break from all the cartel bullshit .. First time writing for valeria !! hardly proofread.

“Fuck—“ She lets out an exhale, brows scrunched together as her legs threaten to lock around your head. She wouldn’t mind the sight, and she knows you wouldn’t mind the feeling, but that isn’t the point. She’s never felt this good in ages.

Your eyes peer up at her through your lashes, face glistening with her slick, like an award you get to parade around in because you made a mess out of Valeria. “Mhff..” Is all you can manage to get out, besides the obscene slurping and whimpers coming from your plush lips. You’re making more noise than she is. Thats almost silly.

Calloused fingers continue to type against the keyboard, hips jerking against your face every now and then—poor baby, she’s sensitive. As tough as she is, it’ll never matter when it comes to eating her out. She’s just pent up. That’s all.

“Dios Mío—“ The accent slip, her fingers momentarily stalling as a hand slips down to pull your face closer to her cunt. “Right— Ugh.. Fuck.” She groans, legs tightening. She’s getting there, inch by inch—lick by lick, actually. Her fingers tighten against your scalp.

Her lips twitch, subtle pants escaping her lips. Is this really all it takes to get her to cum? Just a few licks and she’s trembling? A shocker, really—you figured it’d take ages for her to finish. At the same time it also makes sense why it’s all happening so fast. She hasn’t done this in ages.

“Right there.. doin’ so good, cariño.” Her voice is nothing but a rasp, hand massaging your scalp before it freezes. She can feel her jaw going slack, brows furrowing together. It feels so much better than she thought it would—fuck, she’s got to give you credit for that.

It comes crashing without a warning, but then a string of grunts escaping her as you continue to flick your tongue exactly where it needed to be, riding her through her orgasm. Sure, she’s not too vocal—not a huge moaner, but you’ve gotta admit that the grunts are attractive.

You look up at her, chin coated in a mixture of saliva and her juices. She looks like she just seen something out of this world, eyes blown slightly wide, chest heaving just enough to where you could notice it. You did a good job, thats for sure.

“Atta girl..” She breathes out, running her fingers through your hair. “did that.. so well, pretty girl.” she praises, but then she momentarily pauses, like she’s thinking. You hate when she thinks, only sometimes, though.

“I’ve got an idea.”

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YESSSSSSSSOMG i still need to finish mayhem ugh im slacking 💔

── MAYHEM THEMED BOTS © 2025, S0FTSOUL.

★ : BUCKY BARNES.

( THE BEAST )

bucky isn’t always bucky. even with how much you want to help before he leaves for wakanda, there’s still a trace of the winter soldier inside his brain. and bucky doesn’t understand why you stay by his sides. he just doesn’t know that you don’t feel obligated anymore.

★ : EDDIE MUNSON.

( ZOMBIEBOY )

becoming friends with eddie just because you complimented his band? done. going party with eddie and waking up feeling like a zombie because you can’t remember shit? also done. it’s even better when eddie doesn’t care if anyone likes you, as long as he does. and he does.

★ : KATHERINE PIERCE.

( GARDEN OF EDEN )

katherine has a plan — and she really doesn’t care if it hurts people along the way, especially if she gets her liberty in the end. but you? friend of the scooby-gang and so pure? oh, she’s having some fun at corrupting you. she’s making you her toy. lying to your friends, hiding details, poisoning them with vervain. you’re just like her.

★ : PATRICK ZWEIG.

( KILLAH )

you’re confident but there’s more to it. on the court, you’re powerful, you know your worth. there’s something that attracts patrick towards you, making him want your attention. but once again, there’s more; all the people you seem to get out with disappear. what’s happening?

★ : QUEEN MAEVE.

( PERFECT CELEBRITY )

queen maeve — maggie — has enough. how could she look at herself in the mirror after what happened? after she let homelander abandon this plane filled with people? maggie has enough of vought, of being their good little puppet, never saying anything. she’s tired of being queen maeve.

★ : TONY STARK.

( HOW BAD DO U WANT ME )

you’re no good. after ultron, tony decides to step away before fury reminds him of his job as a consultant. that’s how he meets you; an enemy of earth, a danger for people and god… tony likes you. why? and why does he idealize you so much? he knows you’re no good and yet, he wants you.

★ : WANDA MAXIMOFF.

( SHADOW OF A MAN )

wanda had lost everything. she lost her liberty, then pietro first, and vision. she lost so much, so why was it so bad to get those things back? why s.w.o.r.d was trying to take it all back from her? wanda won’t let anyone take her home away and she’s thankful that you, the only person she can’t seems to hypnotize is here to listen.

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ok chat cate fic in a few days sorry to edge y’all but i had some things come up irl 🙏 im almost done w it though thankfully just don’t have the focus to finish it quite yet

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the duality of cate dunlap fans 😭😭😭😭😭 currently at 900 sumn words it’ll probably be done later tonight or tomorrow…………… prayerz…

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I'll take whatever you want to give us for my baby Cate, need more of her. 😭

coming soon………. hang in there cate lovers

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MEEEEEMEMEMEMEME ME! hi. hello…… i havent rped in ages but! 😜

fxf roleplay partner search hi everyone, i doubt there’s many people reading this but i’m giving it a shot in the dark! i’m mia from a GMT-3 timezone, twenty one years old as of march fifth and recently picked back up literature and writing as a college course. i’m looking for partners to rp absolutely anything with me as long as it’s fxf for that’s my preffered and only romantic pairing, and i don’t mind being the person who essentially carries a more dominant role, that’s usually what i lean towards anyways.

english is not my first language but i’m on a c2 level fluency. i’d consider myself literate and when excited can go novella, either way, i usually match length and vibe from my partner so this is not in any way a requirement, though i do appreciate longer responses.

currently i am not a very busy person, so my replies vary from multiple times a day to every other day mostly depending on my mental health. i roleplay on discord with the use of tuppers because it makes it less confusing for me, but i also wouldn’t mind making a specific tumblr account for our game if that’s what you’re into. i don’t mind most themes or smut but i won’t do pedophilia and noncon (dubcon is probably fine).

i want mainly oc x oc action and don’t have any plot in mind but i’ll give a list of some of the fandoms i’m in so you may get inspired: yellowjackets, fear street, glee, the last of us, a league of their own, criminal minds, the wilds. i can do slice of life or completely elaborate, i just really want to write. also if you’re into one of these fandoms but would like to do canon compliant characters, out of those i could probably play ellie williams and shauna shipman for you.

i love little headcanons, ooc chat, playlists, pinterest boards, all that jazz, but i’ll completely match your vibe for whatever you’re into and comfortable with doing. any 18+ wlw is welcome to like this post and i’ll message you so we can start planning! but i’d love it if you reached out first too

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anyways…..

missing quinn so much you call her just to get off to her voice 🙏🏻🙏🏻

—🕷️.

basically the ask 😋

it's late, when you call. around ten or eleven. you know quinn was sleeping prior, or at the very least falling asleep, because her voice is raspier than usual. relaxed, soft, soothing. it does nothing to help your current predicament; the ache between your thighs that only she can bring relief to. too bad you're neighborhoods away.

"hey. everything okay?" the concern lacing her tone makes your heart flutter, and you just barely manage to swallow down your whimper before it passes through the receiver. what exactly are you supposed to tell her? 'sorry to bother you, just needed to have you talk to me while i'm three fingers deep in my own cunt'? no. jesus. you might be desperate, but you're not lacking decorum. for the most part, anyway.

evidently though, your distracted silence only serves to worry her further, because she speaks up again. or tries to. "what's—" "quinn." the phone picks up on her breath hitching, and you've never been more grateful to the damn device until now. there's another beat before you hear her again, and this time you hang onto every strained word. "oh. is... are you— uh." she laughs, and it's breathy. you've caught her off guard, and you relish in the fact, enjoying your brief moment of listening to her try to pull herself properly together with a clear of her throat. (you imagine a hard swallow too, but obviously that's not exactly audible.)

your hand slides down from where it'd been sitting atop your stomach, fingers curling around the hem of what you realize is her shirt. you'd put it on with this in mind but had temporarily forgotten it in the process of calling her, lacking other garments underneath for the sake of easy access. fuck, if quinn was here she'd eat you alive. you can picture it; her lips and teeth on your skin, her touch a scalding brand. thoughts you don't realize you'd been lost in until her voice is pulling you back and you're gasping at the sensation of your own touch between your legs.

"stay with me, baby." quinn's jaw is tensed, you can tell from the force of her words. is she getting off too? the image of her head thrown back against the pillows, your name on her lips, works wonders and you actually moan this time, hips tilting up for a better angle. yeah, there we go. "i wanna hear you. be good for me and let me hear you."

well, it's not like you're gonna object.

not bothering to stifle yourself any further, you focus fully on the task of bringing yourself to that peak, rutting against your hand like a pathetic puppy. you know she'd refer to you as such if she could see you, too. avoiding giving you any pleasure herself, just watching with a heavy gaze and taunting words. if you were good, maybe she'd clean you up afterwards. should you be so lucky.

"close," you choke out, and quinn's response is garbled to the point of being incomprehensible, but you're not listening anymore anyway. no, you're too busy being lost in the fog of lust and need where your brain used to be, jaw clamping down on the fabric of your pillowcase when you finally, finally get there. whining quinn's name over and over until you're left with just the pleasant floaty feeling of after. a quick glance at the screen confirms she's still on the line but it's silent; and you assume it was muted on her end either because she got there herself or misclicked while trying to get there herself. regardless, you're to blame.

once you get bored of watching the seconds tick up with still no response, you hang up and settle on texting her goodnight instead—though upon the realization of your fingers being soiled when removed from between your thighs, you get an admittedly evil idea.

quinn had muted herself during her own orgasm, but fell asleep directly afterward, exhausted and euphoric. she wakes up uncomfortably positioned, what'd happened dawning on her a split second later in a slight panicked clarity. she unlocks her phone to apologize; only to be met with the file you'd sent of your mess-coated fingers popped in your mouth, your lips parted in a near pornographic way, strings of salvina and cum keeping them connected.

oh, she's gonna ruin you tonight.

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quinn giving you a hj bc it’d be hot and it’s my account so transmasc loser!reader ZERO plot just porn

her nails drag down your bare stomach, making you look up at her from her lap with a small frown and a hint of a smile of curiosity that she returned twice as knowing. “you worked so hard today, baby. are you tired?”

you immediately nod, because you know that tone of hers: low, syrupy— yeah. she’s already tracing the waistband of your boxers and scratching your scalp like that. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you nod again, licking your lips and looking down as her palm cups you through your pants and oh, please.

your breath catches. her touch is barely there, just gentle caressing over the fabric, but it has you melting, fingers tightening ever so slightly in the fabric of her shirt.

quinn scoffs softly, amused. “then,” she murmurs, hand pressing a little more firmly against you, “you’re gonna let me make you feel better, right?”

you swallow hard, nodding without thinking, because what else are you supposed to do? she’s looking at you like she already knows the answer, like she’s already won, and god, she has.

“that’s my good boy,” she coos, her nails dragging down your stomach again before slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers and finally wraps her fingers around your shaft, slow and teasing, just enough to make your hips twitch up into her touch.

you gripped her shirt tighter, head dropping in surrender.

quinn clicks her tongue, amused. “that’s it,” she muses, stroking you lazy, like she’s savoring this. “relax, puppy.”

you groan softly, muffling the sound against her stomach, fingers gripping at her thighs like they might ground you. but it’s useless—she has you, completely, and she knows it.

she picks up the pace, her grip firm and practiced, thumb swiping over the head in a way that has your back arching.

“look at you,” quinn murmured, her voice silky, edged with mocking. her nails dragged lightly over your jaw, her fingers tilting your face up just enough to force you to meet her gaze. “is this really all it takes to make you whimper?”

your face burns, legs bending while hips jerk, instinctively tugging on her cardigan. “close—” you choke out, thinking she’d let you cum so fast.

she slows down, forearm pinning you still and you whined. soft. pathetic.

“what is it, sweetheart?” she innocently asks, mock sympathy dripping from her voice. “use your words.”

you let out a broken whimper, face scrunching up in desperation. and the second you tried to thrust up into her grip again, she pulled away completely.

you gasped. your eyes snapped open, panicked, a pitiful little noise caught in your throat as your fingers clutched at her, pleading without words. “quinn, please—”

“oh, you can do better than that, can’t you?”

you huff, burying your face back into her stomach, pressing soft, desperate kisses to her skin like that might earn you mercy. “please, baby, i’ve been good—”

she cut you off with a indulgent stroke, her grip firm, her pace speeding up to have you biting your lip and throw your head back. “p—please, don’t— don’t stop this time.”

she shushes you, her nails scratching through your hair. “i know, puppy,” she mumbles, mocking, affectionate, completely in control.

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OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS

read one too many victoria fics on here....

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great as always!!!!!! 🫶

rafe (do you do rafe?) bot where it's a college romance and they've spent a while talking through letters and they finally meet ilysmmmm

── PEN PAL - RAFE CAMERON .✦

NOTES :: It’s just a short drabble, and it might be a little ooc . no promises that it’ll be good, and it’s not proofread. first time writing rafe too🙂‍↕️

You and Rafe have never actually met before. It was all because of an assignment that your professor had assigned the class—it was only to get people like you out of your comfort zone. Not that you were the typical shy type, you were a bright person to be around, actually.

Rafe Cameron was the name of your pen-pal, and he had already known your name. Rafe thought the idea was corny, until you two had begun to send letters back and forth to one another, and he had finally sent a picture along with a short message—he likes to keep you updated on new things.

“ was out with friends, n’ went to the beach, too. the weather sucks. It’s fun out here, though ”

His handwriting wasn’t sloppy, but it wasn’t necessarily neat, either. You thought he was cute, and that’s when you realized that you like him a little bit. And it’s not like you two have only been talking for a few days, it’s gone on for about a month now—even if the project ended, he still sent you letters all the time to update you on his life.

Another letter eventually arrived, and you ripped it open, but not too violently. You wanted to make sure you didn’t mess up whatever he had sent inside. He’s been putting stickers and pictures in his letters for awhile now.

“ hi, it’s Rafe again. i know the project ended and all, but i think we should meet up whenever u n’ i get the chance to. u seem like a cool girl, and honestly i think we should totally hang out. no pressure though, just send me a letter when u can. ”

You eventually sent a letter back, and adding your number at the bottom so things could become easier—it’d be easier if you two were going to actually meet up. Letters take ages to get across the country. Having his number would make things a lot more simple.

You agreed to meet up with one another, and it was the best thing that happened to you. He was the sweetest guy you’ve ever meet since you were a damn kid. He’s different, not like all the other frat dudes at your school—it’s a refresher, really.

The idea was simple, meet up at a cafe somewhere in your city, since rafe has insisted that he’d come to you rather than you driving to him. After all, it’s what he thought of, so he’s gonna drive to you, and pay.

“Hey,” Rafe calls, waving at you. Gosh, you’re as beautiful as you looked in the photos. How could he miss you? You’re the most beautiful girl out there. “You’re uh.. y/n, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a soft smile.

“mhm!” You hum, a big smile on your face. He’s just as sweet as he seemed, and his arms wrap around you. He’s excited to see you—he actually really is because he’s never met a girl like you. He’s just .. glad that you’re not some catfish.

“You look real pretty.” He comments, beginning to walk into the cafe. He holds the door open for you, telling you to just find a place to sit while he pays. “I’ll pay for you. s’on me, don’t worry about it.”

Maybe having a pen-pal wasn’t so bad, especially if they were as sweet as rafe.

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CLAUDIA DOUMIT as VICTORIA NEUMAN THE BOYS SEASON 4 (2019-) created by: Eric Kripke