#mini sub

[thatheathen]

"I WAS CRUSHED"

- Stockton Rush

[wrioluvr]

flirty playboy x mature male reader

this stupid ass meme had been on my mind forever and i realised how funny it would be to have a slutty playboy who just sleeps with anyone to seriously pine over a more mature, secure guy who doesn't fall for any of his shallow charms and tricks.... here are just some blurbs of their dynamic (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

his name is roman. he's a little toxic, but he just wants to be loved.

cw: some smut, top male reader

it all started with a little night out. you didn't do those often, due to devoting most of your time towards work and earning a stable career, but finishing this particularly gruelling assignment called for a celebration. at the bar, dancing with your friends, a good-looking man with a playful glint in his eyes approached you full of bravado. he told you how handsome you were, and had been eyeing you from across the room for a while now. but from a single glance, you could tell he was the type to break hearts. beach-blonde dyed hair, a tight fitting tank top revealing his muscular build, an eyebrow piercing, the way his mouth curled up so subtly into a little smirk.... he was everything you knew to avoid getting serious with. but a little hookup couldn't hurt, right? you deserved a little fun.

and it didn't hurt you at all. a few failed relationships had made you wise beyond your years, knowing to easily seperate the good guys from the bad. you knew your self-worth. roman, on the other hand, was absolutely smitten. no other man had fucked him THIS good, gave him such gentle aftercare, and even let him stay as long as he needed. the way you so effortlessly lifted his legs up to thrust in and out of him at a rhythmic pace, or fondling his tits and squeezing his nipples softly while you hit it from the back, or tenderly running your fingers down his spine, arching it sensually.... he loved it all. it was clear to him that you prioritised his pleasure as much as your own, and it showed in how he orgasmed several times before you even came in him once, panting breathlessly while wearing the sluttiest expression of his life. it was nothing like any of the men he had sex with before. afterwards, you let him stay the night in a guest room, and even brewed a cup of coffee for him in the morning.

roman was damn near tears when you offered to drop him off at his house before you headed off to work. if he was being honest with himself, his insecurities were the root of his constant need for sexual intimacy, so being treated with genuine kindness for once was new to him.

"is dropping you off here alright?" you ask, turning into the road of his apartment complex.

"y-yeah...." he looks out the window, unsure how to look you in the eyes.

"okay. thanks for last night. stay safe." your words carried an air of finality to them, like you were so sure the two of you would never cross paths again. he didn't like that.

"uh, uh......" he stuttered, all his usual flirtatiousness thrown out the window as he couldn't meet your gaze. "could i... get your number?"

your friendly smile froze on your face. "uhhhh.... sorry, i'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

he quickly regained his composure, charm turned up to the max. shifting his tank top so more of his chest was exposed and you could notice his nipples protruding, roman whispered in a low tone, "that's okay! we can just be casual... and fuck anytime you like." a wink. a hand on your thigh.

"jeez... okay, no offense, but i've heard rumours from my friends that you're a bit of a... playboy. i'm not interested in being your toy, sorry."

roman's face flushed in embarrassment, knowing what you said was true. except the part on him seeing you as a toy. that was untrue. he could feel a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. were these... butterflies?

maybe begging would work.

"okay fine, i am a bit of a player... but please, please, pleaseeeeeee.... let's be in contact, okay? as friends?" roman sniffled pathetically, shaking your shoulder in desperation. he needed to be in your presence. why weren't his usual maneating tactics working?!?!

"alright. here you go. just don't spam me or anything, okay? i gotta go for work. see you." you sigh, a little exasperated but choosing not to let it show. he immediately lit up, typing your number in his contacts and saving many hearts next to your name. you prayed your acts of basic human decency wouldn't cause him to catch feelings. you needed to focus on your job right now.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

3:02pm

[romanbabyxx]

hiiiiiii

[romanbabyxx]

i know you said not to spam you but like

[romanbabyxx]

i miss u

[romanbabyxx]

can we meet up at the bar for drinks or something like that? please?

3:10pm

you check the messages on your phone, rolling your eyes and ignoring them. he was probably sending this text to at least three other guys right now. he had a history of cheating, based on what you heard from your friends. you weren't going to be another one of his victims.

5:35pm

[romanbabyxx]

are u ignoring me?

[romanbabyxx]

im sorryyyyyyyy

[romanbabyxx]

pls hit me back when ur free

7.30 pm

[name]

sorry, just got off work. will be super busy this week, so not free. mb.

[romanbabyxx]

oh, its okay! next week then?

[name]

i'll see

this went on for a few weeks, you constantly evading his invitations, being polite and professional, never too intimate over text. roman was starting to get fed up. he's so used to getting everything he wants, he doesn't know what to do when he actually has to work for the one he desires. he actually hadn't hooked up with anyone since your one night stand, but you didn't believe that.

roman was at his wits' end. he could only think of one final plan to get your attention.

trying to make you jealous.

over the next week, he hooked up with any and everyone he met in the bar, not bothering to keep his slutting around discreet. he wanted you to hear the rumours. he wanted you to feel a sense of unease within your very being. he wanted you to feel possessive. he wanted you, to want him. the whole time, even as he was getting fucked, he could only imagine you caressing him, holding him close, loving him.

his deeds didn't go unnoticed. your friends told you about it, yet you didn't feel anything in the slightest. you were right, after all... he forgot about you within a week and moved on to whichever poor man he would leave high and dry next.

the next time you bumped into him at the bar, roman was his usual, party-loving self, excitedly slinging an arm around you, a drink in hand. his plan had to work, surely? you would be begging to have him back. but yet, when he offhandedly (yet so intentionally) mentioned how much dick he had been getting the past week, anticipating your change in expression, nothing happened. "oh. good for you." was all you said.

he sputtered, flustered by your calm demeanour. didn't you care? at all?! "but.... but.... aren't you jealous? that i've been hooking up with other guys?!"

you stare at him, a genuine quzzical expression plastered across your face. "why would i be? it's not like we're dating or anything. it was just a one time thing."

your words hit like a knife through his heart. he clutched his chest dramatically, a pout forming on his lips. "i'll be faithful! i promise!" his words came out more desperate than he intended. he felt so vulnerable, so naked, yet you were the face of serenity. your unimpressed eyes stared through his soul, as if you were scrutinising his very core. he knew you could heal him, make him feel loved, but he was starting to doubt there was any possibility you would feel the same.

"i'm sure that's what you said to the last guy you cheated on."

.

.

.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i intended for this to be lighthearted but why was it actually kinda depressing tbh

[feykrorovaan]

Girls don't want boys, girls want fully romanceable dwarves in Dragon Age.

[gamerwoman3d]

The moment I knew I was doomed to be "down bad" for this man was the moment I first saw the promo art.

It wasn't this one, I think it's the one that is used as his icons in the tower. It was like seeing a photo of old crush because he WAS an old crush.

I started falling riiiight about here - he moves like my old crush, sounds like my old crush, and it was less like seeing a photo of an old crush and more like SEEING your old crush again.

But the moment I was "down", the exact instant when I got "Down Bad" was right here.

I'm as down as that dinner table.

K.O.

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Sub! Bsf lix noticing you getting off in public using your thighs under the table.even if you we're out with your friends,Every time it happens he turns his head away in a flash afraid to that he stared for too long . his ears are red and he gets starts to squirm a bit in his seat . Brushing off his concerned friends' questions about his wellbeing. It's a torture really so the next time you do it he ensures that you're too alone he'd muster all his courage to advance to you in a timid steps makeing you halt your moves before parting your thighs a bit and dropping between them he didn't dare to lift his head while asking with a red face and shaky voice to use his face...use him if you really want it this bad to the point of doing it in public

holy shitttttt

he notices it right away.

he's your best friend after all, of course he would notice.

the way you shift in your seat, the way you can't seem to sit still, the way that your neck is just the slightest bit red.

he notices.

and he peeks under the table, lifting the tablecloth a bit to see. see that the reason you keep moving so much is because of the way that you press your thighs together, rubbing them in a way that his face flushing scarlet.

he quickly looks away, trying to pretend that nothing is wrong but his pokerface is nowhere near as good as yours, turning red from head to toe, and fuck, he can feel himself getting hard now too.

he imagines it over and over, imagines doing something about it, imagines how good you would sound moaning as he whines against you from the fingers tugging his hair.

poor lixie can't help but squirm in the seat.

fuck

he wonders what you'd taste like, how you'd feel on his tongue, how you'd talk him.

maybe you'd call him a dirty little perv, maybe you'd call him a good kitten for you, maybe you'd call him a slut for getting on his knees for you in such a public place-in front of all your friends.

"you good?" he looks up at Chan, who looks back with concerned eyes, "sick? you're all red."

you look at him too now, worried, shifting imperceptibly.

his eyes flash down again,

he wonders how would your thighs feel around his head? soft-yes, so soft.

he loves your thighs, loves whenever you wear shorts around him and he can see your skin, so smooth and pretty, he can't help but want to squeeze them and love them,

he often fantasized about his head between them, he'd die a happy man between your thighs. his lips on them too, kissing and sucking marks onto them, tracing his fingers over them afterward, wondering how they-how you looked so fucking gorgeous, fucking his cock between them.

holy shit, he loves your thighs.

"Felix?"

Chan looks concerned now, as do the others but Chan specifically looks like he's about to pull his handy thermometer out of his bag and check his temperature like the mom he is.

'hmm just what i thought, you're sick, come on we're going home now.'

"I-i'm fine." he spluttered, in no way actually fine now that these thoughts had surfaced, but whatever.

everyone looks at him, unbelieving.

finally, you sigh. "c'mon, if you're sick you shouldn't be out, i'll take you home and we can watch some movies-i'll make you soup or something."

the thought. of being alone with you.

you and him. him and you.

in the dorms.

all alone.

"y'know, yeah, i am feeling a little under the weather,"

you're grabbing your stuff already as the words come out, telling the rest of the boys that you'll see them later and grabbing your best friend before dragging his sick ass out of there.

--

at the dorms you're not much better.

after he adamantly declines the soup, refusing to let you make him any you sigh and turn on a movie instead.

it plays in the background but he pays attention to none of it.

all he can really pay attention to is the way that your thighs still rub together, looking at the screen but he can tell you're not really watching.

he isn't either to be fair.

but thirty agonizing minutes? (he only knows because of how much time has played on the movie)

of this. of watching you and wishing he could do something. of wanting you to call him over to you and shove his face between your legs. of wanting and wishing and trying to hide how hard he is under the blanket.

he's surely slowly losing his mind. slowly surely losing it to horniness and lust and sinful thoughts. all while you're entirely unaware.

his mouth is nearly watering, his head is spinning, he's aching in his pants.

he needs you so bad.

so slowly he scoots closer to you. you don't seem to notice at first, too engrossed in something that isn't the movie.

you look at him funny. "Lix? what are you doing, lay back down you're si-..."

you trail off as he slinks down to the floor in front of you, looking up at you with doe eyes, searching for an answer. for a command. for anything.

"Lix?"

your voice is a whisper, barely a question as you know enough to read between the lines.

red face. pretty begging eyes looking down in shame. on his knees. hands twitching.

"tell me what you want."

he doesn't say anything, reaching up to rest his hands on your thighs soft and gentle, not doing anything but rubbing, kneading them, starting on the outside but gradually...gradually...

"please?"

he sounds so needy, so desperate, so cute and good and adorable.

"so polite," you finally say, spreading your legs open, just for him. "you gonna be good for me kitty?"

his eyes are fixated, fingers itching to pull down your pants, to do what he's been wanting to all night.

"c-can i?"

"go ahead pretty boy~"

[mommyrubyrose]

Mommy's got you new heels and panties to wear, you won't be wearing boxers or trainers ever again.

[iamemmaink]

Quiz!!! 💙

Pic 1 🍆 or 2 🍑

😏😏😏😏😏😏

[sirsabrina]

Inhale desire, exhale passion

in this moment ur reborn as my human ashtray,

breath my smoke, taste my ash, feel my burn ‪ੈ♡˳‬

[sashi-ya]

ishida ryuuken x f! reader tw: suggestive language, not entirely nsfw. reader is of course a grown up. wc: 589 masterlist 🌱

OLDER, COLDER. “It doesn’t matter how old you become; you will never learn Uryu. You are a fool, son”. “Same goes to you, Ryuuken!”

You listen to them argue, as probably every time you’ve seen them together. Your best friend and his father… his absolutely attractive, troubled, and cold as snow father.

Uryu lays, once again, in a bed of his own hospital. He has gone too far and ended up hurt one more time. And yet again, despite the years and being an adult now, gets treated by his father, Ryuuken Ishida.

You, waiting right by the entrance, hope for Uryu to calm down. You don’t want him to feel embarrassed that you’ve witnessed -in words of Ryuuken- one of his “tantrums”.

However, it isn’t for you to decide.

“Come on in, (Name). Perhaps your presence will make this kid calm down” Ryuuken says, knowing too well you were there. He can sense your spiritual pressure, after all he is still a Quincy.

Hearing your name being called by him makes your insides shiver. Yet, how immoral it feels… your best friend’s father, a widower… a man you’ve known since you were a little girl.

And a man you desire, a man you lust for.

“Ah… yes. Hi. Ishida-kun, are you ok?” you ask, seeing your friend bedridden but well enough to be shouting at his father. Probably, it was just a minor injury made in battle, but still needed to be taken care of. That, or maybe Ryuuken’s only way of showing him affection is by curing his wounds.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I got work to do” Ryuuken says, placing his heavy hand on your shoulder. He squeezes just enough to -at least in your mind- assert dominance over you too.

You can barely breathe. But you nod. Trying to focus on your friend, trying to ignore that man’s crushing presence invisible squeezing your neck.

Soon, you relax. And Uryu does too. It doesn’t take much for you two to engage in pure nonsense and some hours of “tik tok” watching. The time, in fact, escapes your track and soon the sun sets on a cold winter day of Karakura town.

By the time you realize it’s too late even for a calm little city like yours, Uryu has finally fallen asleep peacefully and soundly. He needed it, rest is mandatory to get better.

As the soft cycle of breathing of your best friend fills the room, you walk slowly towards the big window ahead. It doesn’t really surprise you to see heavy snowflakes falling, but it does seeing the state of the road.

“Oh… fuck” you murmur, soft almost inaudibly not to wake up Uryu. You know exactly this will mean no coming home tonight; by the time you’ve walked two blocks you would be buried under a white coat of ice.

“I thought you’d left earlier. A snowstorm is coming tonight” a deep, still soft voice whispers behind you. His hand lands on your waist, pulling you slightly against him.

“I wasn’t aware…” you sigh, turning around to see a white coat as white as his hair. You bite your lip, with your belly pressing against his… his hand squeezing you tightly….

A dimmed white light coming from the hall outside filters and shines against his glasses, but his body covers almost it all. You are left in the dark, right in front of him and next to his son’s bed.

“Come to my office, doll. We won’t be able to go back home tonight” “Yes, Ryuuken-sama…”

[mackjlee9]

Sub!Sukuna (true form.. if you wish :D)

v, k, a and b

N$FW Alphabet Mini Event

(1/10)

Sub!Ryoumen Sukuna x Top!Male!Reader

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Okay, so... Sukuna isn't the loudest guy ever but, there are a few times when he's in subspace where he just doesn't care how loud or vocal he's being.

His mind goes fuzzy and his body tingles everywhere you're touching him, and he only cares about how good you're making him feel, and only then he's loud.

Mostly whines and mewls at the stimulation, his voice getting high-pitched when he's about to cum, making sure to moan your name for everyone to hear.

He just doesn't care, honestly, the possibility of someone hearing him only riles him up more.

K= Kinks (one or more of their kinks)

Sub Sukuna is an odd sight, and with it comes kinks you tend to forget he has.

With how big he is in his true form, and how small you look in comparison to him, he grew to quite like some powerplay and being forced into submission.

He enjoys being called degrading names, humiliated, and feminized. He's a sadist and a masochist, so impact play is a must when having sex, and that fact that he can cum only from having his dick slapped is- ugh, fucking sublime.

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He lays on the bed, chest, and abdomen covered with his cum, body glistening with sweat, and he's constantly whining while you clean him up, mostly because bed still getting down from his high and his body is extremely sensitive, but he lets you clean his body and change the sheets, but he can't stand up and even has trouble sitting on the edge of the bed, so he groans at you to hurry up.

After you're done and you're both cleaned up, and at least wearing underwear, he drops his whole body weight on top of you, and you just chuckle, gently playing with his hair, and watching as he falls asleep.

B= Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Well, he definitely likes both his mouths, especially because he can kiss you and blow you while he does it, his body quivering under you when you fuck his mouth without breaking the kiss, moaning and groaning into his mouth while his mind goes numb from the feeling of his having his mouth fucked and because of the lack of air.

There's not a thing he doesn't like about you, but he loves the way you're able to keep his body pinned down to the bed, bent over, or pressed against the wall. Your strength, your arms, and your hands are what drive him crazy. You're just a mere human, a sorcerer, and he could get rid of you in a moment if he so desired, but he like the thought of having you as his sex toy~

[messydoodles]

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Text: *Smooch*

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Cuties :)

[treasurechestsubs]

Author Notes from C151-C200 from 2HA Novel English Translated

Hello everyone~ ^v^

2HA Novel C151-C100 Author Notes are now available~

Please read them  >> Here (viewable and downloadable) <<

For easy viewing, here are the links to the author notes for >> C001-050 << >> C051-C100 << >> C101-C150 <<

Happy reading~:D

[angsthology]

teenagers and baseball gears — rvstw digital footprint

“is it on?”

“yeah, go.”

in frame stood a teenage girl holding a baseball bat the world now knows as one of the greatest rookies in formula one.

“try it.” another boy shows in frame wearing a red batting helmet, lowering his head given she was shorter than him.

just as he lowered his head, the girl went in and hit his (protected) head with the baseball bat, resulting in a laugh coming from him.

“should i hit harder?”

“i’d be fine with it but this is plastic i’m scared it’ll break.”

she then turns around, entering the frame was another boy in a catcher’s helmet protecting his face.

she smiled, making him panic slightly.

“wait no—”

his protests was cut short as he tried to walk away but she had already hit the helmet on his head in the way—resulting in the group of teenagers around them to laugh.

[minoment]

For fucks sake I'm so sick of sub!readers.

I'm looking at the straight fem!sub writers and the straight male!dom writers.

Stop whining about how dom!readers make the characters submissive. Search up any fanfic and the reader will most likely be submissive. You guys seriously ruin some characters and write fics that are basically breeding grounds for SA, r4p3, and misogyny.

I'm so done. This may not sound completely correct in some contexts but I just need to put this out there.

Tag your damn fics and leave us dom!readers alone. We are out here struggling to find fics and discussing our opinions because of the amount of complaining.

This goes for the harassment of queer blogs too. It's MLM, WLW, NBLM, NBLW, or NBLNB for A DAMN REASON. Go be straight somewhere else.

It's so simple I don't understand.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING. SCROLL.

(I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE QUEER SUB!READERS BTW. I LOVE YOU GUYS! <3)

[tiktaalic]

been watching a lot of hbomb due to the vid drop which means now i'm getting. hold on. i have to block a tumblr user. which means now i'm getting a lot of sarah z recommendations and i finally went oh alright let me look at her uploads surely i can give her a chance. only to get really mad when i see she got 2 million views on regurgitating tumblr posts INCORRECTLY about what happened to destiel surrounded by other #tumblranecdotes .

[c-nstellati-ns]

Your ideas feed me so well. How do you feel about swirling the cold barrel of his gun on his clit? - that anon

i get my best ideas at the worst time tbh…. 🤭🤭….

mini excerpt bc i don’t feel like making a full fic:

“Haah— fuckin’- fuckin’ hell, dude…”

Mista’s hoarse voice finally manages to whisper out through soft pants and whimpers. You press the barrel of his gun harder against his puffy clit, enjoying the rough sob that you tore from his throat as you did so. His legs shook around your head, keeping your in place, right in front of his pretty pussy. How long had it been now? His head swims with pleasure and he can’t think straight anymore. His skin was heated, his thighs slick with your saliva and his own cum. The gunslinger can’t help but feel a tiny bit embarrassed.

You grin and gently rub the gun over his dripping folds, watching as Mista can’t help but pant into the air. “You’re the one who suggested this, pretty boy…” You coo softly, only earning a harsh tug of your thick locs. You chuckle a bit and throw his gun to the side, “Just a little more… you can do it, right?” With this, you press your lips into his core, giving his cunt a good lick. Mista sobs again, his thighs twitching hard again. He’s came so many times tonight already… but what’s one more, right?

“F-fuck you… fuck you for being so hot.” That was most definitely a yes.