#tfs just like leave the shell behind

[lord-squiggletits]

That scene where Megatron (in his pre-MTMTE bimboification body) is holding his own stealth bomber body in his arms does things to me, it’s so fucked up man.

[borathae]

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"You love torturing Jungkook. He is so fucking adorable when he whines and squirms for you. Alternatively: You tie up Jungkook and torture him with a pretty prostate vibrator."

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, ownership kink, bondage, hickeys, biting, dirty talk, use of a prostate vibrator, exhibitionism, voyeurism, stripping, orgasm control, she ties him up and then goes to the room next door to let him suffer with a vibrator in his ass, consensually of course, aftercare

Wordcount: 5.5k

a/n: currently eating him tf up ngngng he is so!! have fun besties 🧡

“Too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Good.”

You tie a pretty bow and run your hands up his arms. He has them behind his back, still covered by the sleeves of his black button up. The button up is open in the front because your hands needed to feel his skin. It adds to the vibes. Half-dressed and already ravished. He looks so handsome this way.

“Mhm, so fucking yummy”, you purr, dragging your parted lips up his neck, “you look so yummy tied up.”

Jungkook rolls his head to the side, closing his eyes sensually at the feeling. Your kiss is electric on his skin, leaving him wanting more. Tingles keep running down his spine, his heart is racing in his chest.

You reach the lobe of his ear, tracing it with the tip of your tongue. He giggles, writhing away because it tickles. You chuckle, pulling him close with your hand around his throat. You don’t apply pressure. He should know that he is yours even without any kind of force.

“Don’t flee”, you purr and snatch for his ear to nibble on it softly.

“Tickles”, he sighs and shivers. He whines, lifting his shoulder, “tickles, I can’t help it.”

“Mhm, poor boy”, you tease and peck the shell of his pierced ear. You give him a soft squeeze before sitting back. The distance hurts both of you. You want to feel his warmth, just as he wants to feel yours. But it is needed. Only distance makes it possible that you can get what you need. You hold it between your fingers as you crawl to the front. He is sitting on the bed, having his legs bent by the knees and pulled close to him. His eyes run over your body instantly. You are still in your dress. Burgundy red. It matches with your lipstick and the jewels on your ears. The dress is cut to really show off your chest in the most sensual and elegant of ways. His eyes linger on it and how your breasts move as you get closer to him.

“Like the view?” you tease him.

“Sorry”, he looks into your eyes, “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You chuckle, “you’re a horndog.”

“Hey.”

“I like it”, you swipe your thumb over his pouty lips, “don’t get the wrong idea.”

He follows the touch with a sigh of your name and his lids fluttering. He looks so perfect this way. It’s a shame that you have to cover those pretty lips of his’.

You lift the pink scarf into his vision. His eyes trace it hungrily. He licks his lips. The scarf sat around your shoulders once, keeping you warm in the chilly night. It made you look prettier than you already were. Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from pulling it down one your shoulders to leave kisses on your soft skin. It was in a dark corner of the theatre during intermission. He just couldn’t take the longing anymore and so he pulled you into the closest corner he could find to ravish you with gentle kisses and his big hand naturally sliding to the small of your back.

“Behave”, you told him as your eyes scanned the crowds of people scurrying around the luxurious building. Nobody seemed to notice or if they did, they acted like you were invisible.

“You shouldn’t have dressed this way then”, he whispered, “you make it hard to behave.”

You turned to him then, scanning your eyes over his body. He wore a black suit over a black button up. It was tailored to fit his figure perfectly and his long hair was styled out of his face. He looked to die for.

“I’m behaving too, aren’t I?”

His eyes lowered in begging then. He was such a natural at begging. You rarely find it in yourself to deny him. 

“We could get outta here. I bet the second act’s gonna be just as boring”, he argued.

“You’ll manage”, you said and broke away from him to return to your seats. Tonight you wanted to deny him. It was all part of the plan.

Now you are here. Back in your hotel room with the blinds closed and the lights dimmed. You couldn’t even take one step and Jungkook was already kissing you, moaning needily as his hungry hands felt up your every inch.

Of course you had to show him what his ravenous hunger would result in. Get his needy hands under control and his hungry lips back to behaving. So you restrained his arms with his tie with the promise of stealing his words with your scarf.

“Still down to get your words stolen?” you ask him and let the scarf dance over his face.

“Yeah”, he sighs, tilting his head back and parting his lips as the soft fabric paints paths on his face. He is shivering like crazy, feeling charged in need.

“That’s the answer I like”, you say, “face me.”

He obeys with obedient eyes.

“Stay.”

“Okay”, he whispers.

You close the distance and place the scarf over his mouth.

“Wait.” 

You pull it away again. 

His face morphs into that of begging. 

“One more kiss?” he asks, lifting his brows in a plea, “please?”

You smile fondly and take his chin between two of your fingers to pull him into a kiss. Jungkook moans, reaching for you only to get reminded that he was currently tied up. He wiggles then, sucking on your lower lip.

Enough. You break the kiss even if he whines for more.

“Please?” his breathy voice swirls over your lips, his eyes are lowered and gazing at your mouth.

“No. That should be enough”, you say and move away to place the scarf over his mouth.

Jungkook scowls, you snicker. He can frown all he wants, you won’t give in again.

You give the scarf a soft tug. He lets out a soft sound of approval, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. You have to get even closer to tie the knot behind his head. Jungkook’s devoted gaze doesn’t break. It only deepens. He is so mesmerised by you. His goddess. Beautiful and glowing like the sun. His heart is racing like crazy at the thought of placing his control into your soft palms. Truly, you’ve got him in a chokehold.

“Too tight?” you ask him as you fix the knot.

He shakes his head.

“Good.”

You finish it with a double knot, then dance your hands along his cheeks until you can cradle them and tilt his head up. He moans softly, following your movement willingly. His eyes race between yours, sparkling in devotion.

“You’re so handsome like this”, you say, tracing the hem of the scarf right under his eyes.

“Mhmh”, he lets out, pulling a fond chuckle to the surface.

You smile with your eyes, showing him your teeth. He thinks you have the prettiest teeth. He aches to have them mark his skin, just as he aches for your lipstick marks and the heaven of your fingertips.

You lean in, kissing his lips over the scarf. Jungkook tries to kiss you back, to feel you and taste the sweetness of your kiss. But to no avail. You have him tied up and denied of his paradise. You pull back with a soft hum and your thumb swiping over his covered lips.

“Cat’s got your tongue, mhm?”

Jungkook sags his shoulders, fluttering his lashes at you. He feels so droopy that it gets hard to sit up.

“Mhm, such a cutie”, you chuckle and place your hands on his chest. You give him a soft push.

Jungkook falls gladly, arching his back on impact as a muffled moan leaves him. His dark hair falls messily, looking like rivers of ebony on the pale sheets. He wiggles around for a bit to get his arms comfortable, then stays still with his devoted eyes glued to you.

You climb over his leg, kneeling on the mattress as your eyes run over his body. The impact made it so his shirt fell open. His lean, sculpted torso is on full display. His pierced nipples look delicious in the lights.

“Look at you”, you say.

Jungkook shifts, trying his hardest to look even more presentable to you.

“To think that you’re mine…” you trail off, lowering yourself so you could drag your lips over his neck.

Jungkook mewls, rolling his head to the side. You suck on his skin. It feels warm at first, intense next, before a sharp sting shoots through his skin. He moans, arching his back.

You release him with a bop of your lips, running your eyes over the purple bruise you left.

“I’m the luckiest woman. I really am”, you say and place a second bruise right above the first.

Jungkook sighs and moans, feeling dizzy. You think that you are lucky. It’s unbelievable to him, because Jungkook knows for a fact that he is the one who is lucky. Out of all the people on earth you picked him. Jungkook fucking existed for you the moment he laid eyes on you and he never thought it possible to be yours one day. And you like to argue that you are the lucky one. No, Jungkook knows that he is lucky. So, so lucky.

“Mhm mine”, you purr and kiss paths down to his pecs. You need him marked everywhere. Not just his neck but everywhere. You need him to know that he is owned each time he takes off his clothes. When he undresses in front of the bathroom mirror, you want his eyes to flit to the purple marks first and you want his skin to remember how it felt like to be claimed. He should run his fingers over the marks as the warm water trails down his body and you want him thinking that the sweetest thing to be is yours.

“Mine. All mine”, you whisper. You kissed your way to his left nipple after leaving bruises on his chest. His piercing feels warm under your lips. The faint taste of metal meets your tongue. You part your lips and bite. You take a good amount of flesh around his nipple between your teeth and tug on it.

Jungkook wails up in ecstasy, arching his back because nothing will ever prepare him for your teeth claiming him. His cock twitches and throbs in his pants, the desire to be utterly ruined grows. It hurts, but nothing hurts more than when you release his tender skin to move on to another spot.

He wants to beg, to plead, to ask for more but the scarf around his mouth muffles his words.

You purr against his skin as your lips look for a new spot to mark. He would be happy with any spot, but you are particular. Looking, exploring, feeling until you finally feel happy. Warmth first which ends in an intense sting and Jungkook’s cock throbbing in his pants. He writhes on the sheets, whimpering behind the scarf.

“You’re needy tonight”, you tease with a light chuckle on your lips and Jungkook can merely agree with another whimper and his legs opening on the sheets. He brushes against your leg that way, pulling your attention to it. You sit back on your heels.

You study the big bulge in his black slacks. His small waist, his big thighs and how quickly his stomach lifts and sinks in needy pants for air. He is so pretty. 

“Want me to take those off for you?” you ask, playing with the button of his slacks.

He nods his head vigorously, lifting his hips off the mattress.

“Mhm, I like it when you’re eager”, you say and pull the button open. Next the zipper. Jungkook can barely function at the thought of being undressed. He helps you with slipping out his left leg, spreading it from himself once he is undressed. You pull his slacks down until they pool a little over his knee, then run your hands along his legs.

“Look at you. You’re so hard”, you taunt, ghosting your palm under his bulge.

Jungkook tries to move his hips into your touch, but fails miserably. He is left aching for you while you lower your lips to his exposed thigh. He put it so perfectly for you to explore. And so it begins again. Your touches, your kisses, your exploration. Jungkook feels dizzier with each hickey you leave on his skin and loses his sanity with every new bite mark you leave.

Soon you have him begging for more. Soon you have him writhing for your touch and whimpering behind the scarf. More than he has already been doing. Oh he sounds so desperate, so completely agonised. You lift your lips from his marked thigh, studying his face.

“What do you want?” you ask even if you know the answer.

“Mgmhgfmg”, he tries to talk, but it only comes out as unintelligible noises.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

“Mhmhm”, he tries with more urgency, lifting his hips repeatedly.

“Aaah you want me to take those off?” you fake your sudden enlightenment and click your tongue, “why didn’t you say so sooner? Silly boy”, you say and hook your fingers in his briefs. You rip them off of him. Jungkook mewls, watching you ruin his briefs as if they were nothing. He drops his head and moans, thinking to himself that he won’t ever be able to escape you. You make sure of it day by day and seal his fucking fate each time you unravel him.

“There we go. That’s better”, you say and throw his ruined briefs to the side. They land on the sheets and look so perfectly placed. As if you hadn’t ruined them seconds ago.

You run your eyes over his newly exposed cock. It lies hard and flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. No wonder he needed to be freed. It looks so painful.

“Does it hurt, mhm?” you taunt, guiding your fingers over his cock without ever touching him.

Jungkook swears he can feel your touch, panting heavily as the ghost of your fingers drags its claws down his aching length.

“Mhm-hmh”, he gets out, nodding his head vigorously.

“Tzt, poor boy”, you say with pity in your voice and despite that, you lift your hand again, never giving him what he craves most.

Jungkook huffs out air in desperate whines, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You can’t see his desperate gaze as you are busy looking at his pretty hole. Soft. Flushed just like his cock. Jungkook likes to wax himself. Well, he has someone else doing it, but point is that he is obsessed with being smooth for you. Not a single strand of hair adorns his body, his skin aches to be messied by you.

You connect the pads of your fingers with his hole and draw circles.

“Mhhhhm”, Jungkook lets out, throwing his head back and rolling his hips into your touch. This feels so good. He ached for the first touch like winter aches for snow and now that he finally has it, Jungkook might actually burst in pleasure. It feels so good. So, so good. He keeps rolling his hips instinctively as he chases your fingers.

You chuckle, “so needy”, you taunt and apply just a little pressure on his rim, “and soft.”

“Mhmhmhm.”

“Speak up.”

Jungkook clenches his hole needily, begging you with foggy eyes.

“You don’t want it?” you act oblivious, retreating your touch.

“Mhm!” he lets out loudly and looks for your touch with squirmy hips.

“No?”

He shakes his head, fucking the air desperately.

“So you do want me to touch you?”

He nods his head, humming a yes as best as possible. His voice sounds so perfect like this.

“You really have to work on your communication, I never know what you want”, you taunt and place your fingers back against his hole.

Jungkook purrs happily, closing his eyes halfway. His cock twitches on his tummy, lifting of a few inches repeatedly. It leaks pretty droplets of desperation, showing you his gratefulness this way.

“So pretty for me”, you say under your breath and retreat your touch.

Jungkook begs instantly, squirming needily. You are so cruel. He could cry. He begged like you asked him to, tried to be as clear with his communication as he can in his current state and yet you still took your touch away. Jungkook wonders what he did to deserve such punishment tonight, begging as loud as his covered mouth allows him to. He even messes up the sheets as he digs his heels into the mattress to wiggle his hips even harder.

“Look at you. How needy can someone be?” you are taunting him, making it hurt even more.

“Eeeh, eeh, ee-eh”, he tries to say please but it only comes out as squeaks.

“Relax, I’ll be back soon”, you assure him and wrap your arms around his leg so you could hold it still and kiss his knee, “promise. Be patient, it’ll be worth it.”

Jungkook calms down even if he wants to continue to beg. You sound truthful however and he wants to be good for you. He loves being good for you.

“That’s better. I’ll be back soon”, you promise and turn to climb off the bed.

It doesn’t pass a lot of time, but it feels like eternity to Jungkook. He wants to think clear thoughts, get himself back in order, but he can’t. His mind is racing with one thought and one thought only. I need her back, please. Please, please, please. He needs you back for his own sanity.

The mattress dents next to his legs, then his pants suddenly get pulled down his leg. Jungkook lets it happen with a dizzy head, moaning needily when he feels your bite on his unmarked thigh seconds later. You bite hard and you bite deep. Jungkook fucks the air because of it, mewling your name even if the scarf muffles it.

“You’re cute”, you tease him and straighten back up. You are so nonchalant about the entire situation while Jungkook feels ruined. It ruins him even more that you are. 

Jungkook wiggles on the sheets, looking at you as best as possible. You are still in your dress, presenting a black prostate toy in your hands. The nail polish matches with your dress, looking especially red against the dark shaft of the vibrator.

Jungkook mewls, clenching his hole.

“You know what I wanna do with that?”

He nods his head vigorously, opening his legs further.

“Do you want it?”

He swears he might pull a muscle in his neck if he has to nod his head any harder. Yes yes yes! Yes! Of course he wants it! Of course, of course, of course!

You give him a smile. There is some lipstick on your teeth because of all your biting. Jungkook thinks you are even prettier this way, moaning just for you as his body completely melts for you.

“Of course you do. You’re my needy man after all”, you say and caress his inner thigh.

Jungkook agrees with a mewl of your name. He is. He is your needy man and he is so proud to be.

You retreat your touch for a moment so you could lube up the toy. He is obsessed with the view. Your fingers look so sexy when they are wet from lube. He wants them around his throat or thighs or cock or waist. Anywhere really. Just fucking anywhere so he can feel owned by you. Even more owned than he already does.

You touch his rim. Jungkook closes his eyes and moans. So wet and gentle. He is owned. Finally he can feel it. He is your possession. 

“I can’t finger you open tonight because of my acrylics. Is that too intense for you?” you make sure.

He shakes his head. He is so needy that he knows his unprepared hole will take the toy easily. He sometimes gets like this. When you’ve got him deep enough in subspace, he basically aches to have his hole filled. No preparation needed because everything else has already prepared him enough.

“Of course it isn’t. Why did I even ask?” you tease and chuckle. You connect the head of the toy with his hole.

Jungkook holds his breath. His heart might give up if he gets any more excited.

“Ready?”

He nods his head.

“Here it comes.”

The stretch is instant. His hole opens up so easily. Jungkook moans loudly, scrunching his face in ecstasy. Finally. He needed it so bad. He breathes quickly, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts.

“Would you look at that? Slipped right in. You needed it so bad, didn’t you?”

Jungkook nods his head, writhing sensually as his once empty hole gets filled to the brim. The toy is around two fingers thick and with a smooth surface. A faint curve presses the tip against his prostate, making sure that he gets stimulated where it feels the best. He is so obsessed with it. Which is why you and he took it with you on your city trip. He needed to know that if the chance shall arise, he can have his favourite toy. He is so happy about your planning now that it is finally put to use. It will never lose its spark. Jungkook feels paradisiacal with it inside.

The toy bottoms out. You trace his puffy rim, switching your eyes between his stuffed hole, his hard cock and his blissed-out face. He is breathing quickly, moving constantly because it is the only way for his body to handle what you give him.

“How’s that? Comfy?”

“Mh-hm”, he gets out and trembles just once. He buries his head deeper in the sheets, opening his legs further. It’s perfect. That’s what it is. Jungkook feels so good.

“That’s good”, you say, taking the remote control between your fingers.

Switch.

Jungkook grunts in surprise, following it up with an arch of his back and a high-pitched whimper. You keep the vibrations on the lowest level. The toy purrs quietly inside him, giving him slow waves of stimulation.

“Does this do something for you?”

He nods his head quickly, making the prettiest sounds. You love everything about Jungkook as your sub, but what you love most is how vocal and loud he always is. He is such a good, noisy toy. He really is.

“Of course it does”, you say and turn your back to him so you could get off the bed.

Jungkook lifts his head, following you with widened, confused eyes.

“Mhm?” 

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m keeping it on”, you say and disappear in the bathroom. You keep the door open.

Jungkook mewls and keens fruitlessly, moving around the sheets until he has view of the bathroom. It is a very interesting bathroom as the wall separating it from the bedroom is made out of glass. Only the toilet area is separated by a wall, everything else is on perfect display to Jungkook.

You are looking back at him from behind the glass wall, currently taking off your jewellery while beside you on the counter, the remote control is laying.

Jungkook spills tears and lets out a soft sob. You are so cruel and perfect. You abandoned him, tied up and gagged. You left him with the vibrator on the faintest setting as if he wasn’t important. He feels like a toy that you grew bored of and it’s making him so dizzy that he actually starts to see you blurry.

Truth is, this is all part of your plan. Of course you haven’t grown bored of him. You are in a rush of ecstasy. Watching him writhe and gaze at you through the glass gets you off like nothing else. He looks so desperate and needy. The desire to turn up the vibrations of his toy is unbearable, but you know not to yet. You need to drag this out, get him so desperate that the only thing stopping him from screaming is the scarf over his mouth.

You keep a sharp eye on him through the reflection of the big mirror while Jungkook keeps looking at you with blurry vision. He watches as you finish taking off your jewellery and how you begin taking off your makeup. First your lips. Messy and red. Then your eyes. Dark and dishevelled. You part your lips and lean closer to the mirror to get everything. It results in your back to arch and for your ass to reshape the form of your dress.

Jungkook clenches around the toy, spilling on his stomach. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He thinks. Fuck he needs you to heighten the vibrations or else he might scream. He is so needy and what the toy is giving him is not enough. He needs more and he needs you and more and you and. And. He needs you back with him and to stop teasing. Please.

You move away from the mirror and discard the dirty make up wipe. You look at him again, ghosting your hand over the remote. Jungkook feels his stomach tighten and his lungs work quicker at the aspect of getting more. Ne needs it. More. More. More.

You pull your hand away.

Jungkook sobs softly, spilling tears. Please. More. Please more. It’s all he needs. Please? Maybe?

He begins clenching and relaxing his hole in hopes of moving the toy this way. It works just enough that the ache gets soothed to the point of electric warmth. It doesn’t hurt quite that much anymore. Jungkook squirms on the sheets, lowering his lids as it gets hard to stare. He doesn’t want to look away however because you are currently taking off your dress. You move your body sensually for it, opening the zipper slowly. Once open, you let the dress glide down your arms. It pools by your feet. Jungkook curses into his scarf gag, fucking the air desperately. Your lingerie hugs your curves just right, bringing out the addicting femininity of you. You’re his fucking goddess. You really are.

“Ahm!” he lets out as the toy inside him suddenly purrs louder. He whimpers, shaking on the sheets. You pressed the button, increased the vibrations and Jungkook has to pay the consequences. His legs begin trembling against his will, each second feels like heaven and hell at the same time. It is so, so close to being enough. Jungkook fucks the air repeatedly, grabbing a bundle of the sheets as best as his tied up arms allow him to.

He is so far gone that he can’t even see as you take off your lingerie and step into the shower. You don’t mind. It’s already enough to watch him writhe and shake. He is so lovely to look at. He is such a delight when he trembles. This strong, confident man on the sheets, shaking and squirming just for you. His needy sounds meet your eyes quietly. Distance makes it so. You don’t mind. It just means that you have to press the button one more time before you step into the shower and get your hands wet.

You press the button two times. Because you know the toy well and know exactly how many times you need to press the button the switch to Jungkook’s favourite setting. A strong, wave like pattern with one second of intense vibration at the end before it ebbs down again. It repeats over and over again. Jungkook arches off the sheets, drops again, arches again, drops, shakes. It is as if he was trapped in an endless fight with pleasure, writhing for mercy only you can give him. His noises meet your ears in clearer volume. He is moaning in his sweetest voice, following it up with needy mewls and ruined sobs. Lovely. This is so wonderful.

You place the remote on the corner of the counter and step into the shower. You keep your eyes on him as you wash yourself, running your hands over your own body in sensual touches. He turns you on so fucking good.

Jungkook has no idea what you have been up to ever since you took off your dress and those deep vibrations started. He has his eyes closed. Squeezed shut because it’s impossible to keep them open. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much. He can’t stop shaking, his neck is slowly starting to hurt because he keeps tensing in panicky attempts to stop those shakes. His stomach is so tense. He can feel every single muscle in it. He swears that he can even feel the muscles which are responsible for making his cock twitch. It feels so good. So good that it borders too much.

Jungkook moans because this is everything he can do and messes up the sheets as his legs kick against his will. The toy presses against his prostate. He always thinks that he isn’t a needy man, that he isn’t sensitive and doesn’t easily get ruined by sex. And you always, fucking always, prove him wrong. He is sensitive and this is easily ruining him. He is pulsating and convulsing around the toy, tensing his muscles even though it makes him so much tighter. Everything he is doing happens against his will. His body is slave to the pleasure and his mind is her hostage.

You turn off the water and get out of the shower, reaching for the towel. He is such a delight to watch. He is shaking so much at this point that you fear for his body. Poor man, he looks so vulnerable and fragile right now. It would be a shame if your finger slipped and oops.

Jungkook’s loud scream meets your ears. It is distorted and muffled by your scarf. You watch in addictive delight how he arches his back to its breaking point. His tied arms hold him up by his elbows, his shaking hands grip the sheets to the point his fingertips are pale. He shakes, shakes, shakes.

You watch with a dark smirk on your lips as your hands dry your own body. Look at him shake and shake and shake.

Suddenly he stills and drops into the sheets. His legs begin twitching uncontrollably, his noises become quiet again. He is squeaking and sobbing. In his shakes he rolled his head to the other side, so you can’t see his expression right now.

You abandon the towel by the sink and leave the bathroom with the remote in your hand.

“Forgive me for disappearing like that, but I-”, your words get cut short at the view of him.

His stomach is covered in his white cum, your pink scarf is soaked in his tears and drool. He is still shaking, crying desperate tears with squeezed shut eyes.

“Kook”, you gasp, “holy fuck, look at you. Look at the mess you made.”

Jungkook whimpers in the distinct way he does when he wants to communicate something. He looks at you with barely open eyes, moving his head in a way that lets you know he wants the scarf gone.

You climb onto the bed and tug it under his chin.

“Please”, he begs with trembling lips. His lower face is messy from his drool, “please turn it off. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re ruined”, you say and press the button which turns off the toy.

Jungkook drops in the sheets, grinding his teeth in relief. His body becomes useless instantly, no inch of muscle seems to work.

“Thank you”, he croaks and rolls his eyes back before closing them. He gulps and swallows heavily, fighting for air.

“God, look at you”, you say, running your hand over his cheek in soothing caresses, “you look ruined.”

He nods his head slowly.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“Yeah”, he whispers.

“You know that this was supposed to be foreplay, don’t you?”

He peels his eyes open halfway. They both show his utter exhaustion and his eagerness to please. You snicker, booping his flushed nose.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s not my fault that you cum too soon.”

“It wasn’t too soon. You stuffed me with a vibrator and then let me suffer with the best setting for too long”, he throws back even if his tongue is dragging the words.

You laugh and move closer until you can kiss his cheek. He sighs happily, leaning into the touch as best as possible. You pull back, gazing into his eyes.

“Still sounds like a You problem”, you tease, snickering mischievously when Jungkook furrows his brows. You trace the creases between his brows, feeling your heart flutter, “how about I untie your arms and then you can relax by having me sit on your face?”

“You’re my fucking goddess, holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out.

You laugh, “so that’s a yes?”

“Yes, holy fuck.”

“You’re cute. I’m not taking the toy out, by the way. Make with this information what you want.”

“Holy fuck, I’m actually gonna die in this hotel room, aren’t I?”

You peck his lips, pulling back with a playful grin. “Maybe.”

[lemon-tree-in-paperbag]

Are you fucking stupid? How tf are individual artists from Russia, often ones who are oppressed by Putin's regime themselves eg because they're queer (as many people on tumblr are including one of the Russian artists whom I know personally) responsible for the actions of their government? Obviously I stand with Ukraine but you CANNOT use a dictator's actions as an excuse for xenophobia. That's bullshit

Hey! You are so brave for writing this anonymously☹️☹️💗

So umm, here's the thing! I am not a xenophobe! I am a victim of genocide that is being committed against my country and my people! Against me too!

And hey! I can hate my agressor! Because THEY are destroying my home and because of them my life was ruined! Wanna know how? I had to leave my home forever! I had to live under russian occupation, had to sit at home for three whole months, had to turn off every light as soon as the it got dark outside! I had to live in the cold ass basement! I hate to sleep sitting up for several days in a row with my nervous dog in my hands and i could do it only when my mom wasn't asleep!

I had to watch russian occupants in the eye when i was leaving my hometown, again, for like... forever!😚

I had to hear shelling every night and day! I had to hide my ukrainian language in my phone and delete all of my information from my phone so i wouldn't get shot!!!

I would think how am i, a 15 year old, will be saving my brother, if something happens to my mom! I would think for every day after that: do i got what it takes? If the russians WERE SHOOTING AT US would i protect my little 10 y.o. brother?

BUT HEEEY of course not all of them are bad! Of course you know some good russians:)

I am not dumb for hating people who fucked me up SO BADLY that i still can't leave my house (which i will have to leave behind, just as my hometown too) that i still get scared at the sound of thunder and planes!

If they are oppressed, please, let them be my guest and do something about it, but i do not fucking care. Queer doesn't equal good, too, actually, so your comment about that doesn't make any sense

Dictators actions didn't kill them! But his actions and their silence OR support kill my people. Hey, do you read news? Yesterday a man had to bury his whole family because of "dictators actions"

You know what's bullshit? You telling me what i can and can't do, meanwhile i still suffer every day, and my friends and my family too, because of russia

I don't want to know about them, i do not care about them, i don't want to hear about them. In my eyes they made ukrainian's life a living hell. And world doesn't care about this and tries to clear their name

Shut up and listen what victims have to say, you illiterate fuck

Sorry for the rude comment😚 fucking stupid of me to know what's really happening

My dear western friends! Do not act like this individual here:) listen to ukrainians!!

OR if you do think like this anonymous PLEASE DNI, i don't want you here

Xoxo

[miracleonice87]

#18 - Paris: Barzy

from m’s midnights prompt list

cw: 18+; gets just a lil spicyyyy at the end

a belated birthday treat for @kerwritesthings 🫶 enjoy!

18. Paris: “Privacy sign on the door / and on my page and on the whole world / romance is not dead if you keep it just yours” 

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“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.”

You woke to Mat’s gentle whispers and feathery kisses to your upper back and down your arm, sighing blissfully as your senses finally roused. You turned onto your back to find him resting on his side, freshly showered and donning the plush, white resort bathrobe. 

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, your hand coming to rest on his stubbly cheek, thumb stroking his jaw.

He beamed, gathering your fingers in his and pressing kisses to each one. “Hated to wake you, but our brunch reservation is in about an hour,” he told you. 

You nodded, arching your back to stretch your sleepy muscles before sitting up in bed, tucking the covers around your bare chest. 

“What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes as Mat chuckled, flopping onto his back. 

“Just after 10,” he answered. 

Your eyes went wide. “Jesus,” you muttered. You reached for your phone on the nightstand on your side of the bed, then snuggled back into Mat’s side as you turned off “Do Not Disturb” mode for the first time in 36 hours and scrolled the bevy of notifications that immediately appeared on your screen.

10 missed calls

4 missed FaceTime calls

13 iMessages

Bestie - iMessage: do you wanna grab drinks later?? 

Bestie - iMessage: bitch why tf is your do not disturb on in the middle of the day

Mom - iMessage: Hi! Just checking in because I haven’t heard from you today. Hope all is well! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Did you watch Vanderpump tonight?

Sis - iMessage: HELLOOO

Sis - iMessage: I’m going to bed, better wake up to a text from you so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere

Broski - iMessage: where tf are you, dude

Sis - iMessage: Guess not. Call meeee pls

Bestie - iMessage: your sister called me this morning, you better tell one of us you’re alive

Broski - iMessage: yooooooooo???

Bestie - iMessage: are you with your secret boyfriend? your sister just asked me and I’m pretty sure she’s onto something

Mom - iMessage: Your sister mentioned that you might be with a guy. If that is the case, PLEASE be careful!!! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Oh you are SO completely with that dude

“Your family think I kidnapped you?” Mat asked behind you, ghosting his fingertips back and forth across your shoulders, sending a tingle down your spine. 

You breathed a laugh and locked your phone. “Little bit,” you answered, rolling over onto him, belly to belly. “Let ‘em,” you proclaimed, tossing your phone to the end of the bed.

“Whatever you say,” he said, allowing his hands to travel down your back and come to rest on the curve of your ass, giving each of them a hearty squeeze. 

“You left the privacy sign on the door, right?” you whispered, rolling your hips into his and combing your acrylic nails against his scalp slowly, suggestively. 

He swallowed hard, then let out a shaky breath through pursed lips. “Y-yeah.”

You gave a single nod, then lowered your head to whisper, “good,” in his ear before biting at the shell of it, causing him to shudder beneath you. 

You chuckled devilishly, starting to shimmy your way down the mattress, leaving kisses along his body in your wake. 

“Mmm, I think we’re gonna be late for brunch,” you told him softly, trailing your nails down his abs. 

The six-foot-tall, two-hundred-something hockey player beneath you whimpered like a newborn puppy as you toyed with the waistband of his briefs, smirking all the while.

[magioffire]

saw your reply on that one ask post and while i still can't find the account in question to block, thank you for the extra clues on what to look out for!

alright im gonna be real its the blog char/lotte-l/iddel. i commonly do not name drop blogs and was 100 percent prepared to leave this shit behind but....i guess she just keeps wanting to drag everyone back in because every day, its something else. therefore i think its important people know exactly who tf she is so they dont have to walk on eggshells wondering if theres someone in their community that literally holds wrong and bigoted opinions against them for....simply existing? nah. no one should have to deal with that.

theyve deleted many of their anti-polyam posts to cover their tracks and avoid criticism. but their issues with polyam apparently include: wars have been started as a direct result of polyam relationships apparently (???? girl what. what wars), confusing polyam with forced religious polygamy (and seems to also conveniently forget that people still to this day are forced into monogamous relationships somehow), that only people who are childish, deluded or narcissistic are in polyam relationships, used right-wing talking heads like jor/dan p/eterson, m/att wa/lsh and j/oe ro/gan as 'sources' (as a trans person, even if you do not agree with everything these people say, if you uncritically consume them, i just dont feel safe around you. period.). and yet despite having these opinions she still thought it was okay to be in mutuals with openly polyamorous characters and muns, and follow the blogs of people who had it explicit in their rules that they dont tolerate ANY forms of bigotry or hatred. like, you gotta follow HER rules and respect HER boundaries but apparently everyone else's space and boundaries? free reign for her. she can reap the benefit of consuming our art and writing and being in our spaces while also having such vile opinions, apparently. now shes claiming its just an opinion of her muse, but we all know its just a smoke screen. we arent stupid, we can tell when someone is soapboxing using their character as a shield against criticism. and frankly, its repulsive. in this situation, you can either own up to your mistake, or double down on your bigoted stance and make it abundantly clear that you do not welcome certain groups of people into your space. thats fair. but shes being wishwashy, like many bigots nowadays are. they cannot own up to their biogtry and need a level of plausible deniability to avoid criticism, which...ultimately just means all of us have to walk on egg shells to 'tolerate' their shitty opinions because they 'claim' they arent *actually* hateful, they are just *concerned* or *uncomfortable*. like --

i could go on. but really i think you get it. im really sorry that you, and all of us, who are in this community to find respite from this kind of hate and intolerance, and enjoy eachother's differences, have to deal with this. i am friends with people from all walks of life, many world views, *i always give everyone the benefit of the doubt* but when i witness such blatant misinformation, pettiness and hatred being harbored within the community, i cant keep quiet about it or tolerate it.

ignore the shit out of her. she wants attention. dont give her anymore.

[time-is-restored]

btw this might be me swinging a bat at a hornets nest but like. absolutely none of my disappointment from the tl finale comes from ship baiting or any relationships that didn’t happen (though to be clear, i think the tedbecca fake outs were meanspirited and served no narrative purpose - in noted contrast to the season's earlier jamiekeeley fakeouts, for example, which were explicitly there to demonstrate jamie's growth + maturity)

tedpendant is a really fun concept for me, and i LOVE the characterisation + thematic potential there!

but as someone who personally resonated with a lot of ted’s struggles, the idea that ted could leave richmond so… seamlessly, for lack of a better word, really doesn’t sit right with me. the thesis of the shows entire first season - assuming it can be said to have only one - was about how everyone needs the love and support of a community, whether that comes in the flavour of someone who hypes u tf up or someone who will relentlessly call u on ur shit (or, as happened quite frequently, both!).

rebecca, roy, jamie are the clearest examples as the characters with the most screentime: they were all deeply isolated and disconnected from the people around them, and that was making them miserable. the connections they made with the team, the vulnerability they finally allowed themselves to express (the ghost banishing ceremony comes to mind!), and them going on to want *more* out of their life are what made their arcs about *progression* rather than *regression*. without that clear theme of compassion + community inspiring positive growth in everyone who encounters it, there is, frankly, no season one.

my personal favourite scene from season one comes right after michelle walks away from ted, when they’ve agreed to get divorced. ted sits down on the bench looking gutted, and a little shell shocked - and beard sits down with him. hands him the drink, and they sit there together. silent, but together. to me, that scene is an implicit promise from the episode, to the audience: ‘it’ll be okay. it’s going to be hard, but ted isn’t alone, and his friends won’t leave him behind.’

it also makes it clear to the audience that ted isn’t the saintly-giver-of-grace who needs nothing in return, as one might assume on first brush, but rather that he’s Also struggling with his own shit (as is everyone, always, in real life!) and he has something he needs from the people around him too.

and looking at the text of s3, and the conclusion to his arc in the finale, i just don’t believe that he got it. he wasn’t just sad that he was leaving (which would be understandable!), he was completely closed off. unresponsive to the people around him reaching out, borderline confused as to why they were trying so hard!

(side note, while i completely respect the read of ted and trents last interaction being rather rude + ooc on ted’s part, i personally read a different motive into it. for me, it was more like… he didn’t understand where trents enthusiasm was coming from? like, he read that as trent being too invested in what other people think of him, and responded in a way that he hoped would emphasise that ted doesn’t *need* to laugh at everything trent wrote, bc trent Already Knows that he’s done something really cool and kickass, and he shouldn’t value anyone else’s reactions above that. basically, based on his demeanour in the episode, i genuinely don’t think it would’ve even occurred to him that trent was more invested in HIS reaction than he would’ve been with anyone else.)

again, looking purely at the text, the show had already established that ted has really strong depressive + avoidant tendencies, as well as panic attacks (largely triggered by his fear of not being ‘good enough’ in various roles, ie: a father). we saw one area he was able to calm HIMSELF abt these fears (worry for henry, which is a Hell of a choice considering the ending…), but in literally every other heightened moment, he had to rely on his support system to help him make the choices that he WANTED to make, rather than ones inspired by avoidance and fear (ie: confronting michelle abt jake, talking to his mum abt why she was visiting + his dads death).

and to be clear, this is a GOOD THING! we’re not supposed to go through life alone, no matter how bad OR well we’re doing. rebecca and keeleys friendship isn’t worth less for all the scenes where they’re both in good places. if anything, the opposite is true - it’s lovely that they both have someone who want to celebrate the achievements in their life!

and fuck it, we’re sure as hell not supposed to go through life with exactly one (1) person whom we expect to fulfill ALL of our emotional needs at all times either! like, im sure i don’t need to labour my point here, but tying everything to one (1) person in ur life doesn’t make u any less isolated than if u were going it completely alone, whether it’s a family member, a friend, or a partner. i won’t pretend to know the first thing abt what it’s like to be a parent, but i don’t think it’s unreasonable to say that no parent would be at their best if they had absolutely no support/camaraderie/general love provided to them from Anyone other than their child.

so when ted is SPECIFICALLY shown to be in a bad place, over and over again (did he come to terms w his fear to be close to henry overnight???????), and then removed from his community? of COURSE the audience is left feeling unsettled, and like the rug has been pulled out from under them. there was no time in this finale dedicated to how ted would still be in contact with anyone from richmond. no promises of visits, or phone calls - fuck, nothing about emails!! according to the text, we might as well assume this is a clean break (and the maybe-dream-sequence does Fuck All to assure us otherwise. if ted doesn’t go to beards wedding, what WOULD he go to????). and since the show has ALSO completely failed to give us even an IMPLICATION of who/what ted’s support system would be in kansas, there’s… a reasonable argument to be made that this is It for ted. that, after two seasons doing NOTHING but attesting otherwise, the audience is supposed to suddenly believe that ted can (and SHOULD!) pull himself up by his bootstraps, and cope entirely on his own.

that, to me, is a betrayal of the show’s premise. we were promised a show about how, no matter how dark things may get, none of the characters would be left to struggle alone. and then they ended the show with ted alone.

i don’t know. i guess if i had to give this post a tldr; if anyone has any gen fic/meta/Literally Anything in the pipeline, i would absolutely love to be tagged/directed towards it. i’ll be endeavouring to write something myself, as well, but it might take a while before i can return to my WIP, lol.

[zzencat]

Hi, I'm here for the free reading! I'm N, taurus sun

For the asks:

1. What does my crush M.S (capricorn, she/her) feels for me?

2. What will happen between us in August?

3. What is her next move regarding me?

Thank you so much

what’s good N, thank you for joining the game! i come bearing gifts, sire, and plenti of guuud news :)

what does ms think of you:

note: a lot of cards were coming out so i think she has a lot to say abt you!

ok let’s go!!! THE LOVERS CAME OUT!!! happy happy news fam! but she also thinks you need to chill sometimes 🤣 no, i mean that literally—you need to chill fr. calm down yk? rest yourself.

she might even think you’re cruel sometimes or maybe you struggle with arrogance issues or have in the past, but all of which i’d just mentioned is what’s holding you back from reaching your highest potential. you could be her ideal lover, which is also good news. she might think that you’re struggling to approach that line of love, and that maybe you’re taking your time and being careful with approaching it. you might also be really quick or impulsive with words or thoughts. maybe you have a lot of ideas that you express quickly. maybe you’re witty and come up with things on the spot. either way, you move quick in the ideas department. you might also be the type to pick fights easily for whatever reason or be some sort of instigator for it. you might be blind to the problems you cause or you dip out when it happens. whatever it is, you could use some work on it.

what’s to expect in august + her next moves:

to be honest? A LOT. cards well hella flying out and it was aggressive too. you guys might…get into some reallllly intimate moments with each other. it seems like you might make a lot of the decisions going forward. you might feel lonely or uncertain at some points, some doubt here and there. you’re gonna have some anxiety for sure, but there’s going to be soooo much going on, a lot of activity on your side. the more masculine energy in this relationship will move forward with HEAT. consider your actions and plan out carefully for august, ok fam? if you get that down, you’ll move with ease. you’ll struggle with moments of indecision, but those moments are for you to think carefully in. you’re gonna need it. time alone to reflect will be crucial to help you calm down from whatever events occurred throughout the day and how you plan on moving forward. it feels strong tho. the choices are pretty much up to you. also, expect a lot of attraction and lust.

ok so… on her part, she’s honestly gonna be chilling, likely not doing as much as you are bc she’s more anxious and fearful. scared of rejection. she might be ghosting sometimes or “in hiding” bc she’s just nervous. she might be focused on the foundation of her material worth or worried about the status of yall’s relationship. she’ll be timid and fearful but will take some shots here and there. it’ll be a struggle tho so she might not even. she might be asking for a lot of help and advice from friends or people who have been in similar situations. she’s going to lead with emotion this month. she likely won’t know how to express things to you moving forward. she’ll have a hard time sharing her ideas and communicating, almost going full shell crab mode. she might even act odd as hell at times and you’ll be confused like “tf is happening?” but it’s just a cope mech. going on so keep an eye out for that.

ok so your advice is to make room for her to come into your life. leave anything negative behind and don’t look back. you’re honestly going to have to do most of the pursuing at this point forward. i should also remind you that you are loved too and you deserve as much love as possible. take it in proudly and appreciatively. make sure to not only have fun in the moment, but to appreciate it as it’s happening. accept whatever love and happiness is coming your way! don’t brush it down and underplay it.

other than that, you basically have this in the bag! you might feel like retreating at times just bc she is, but if you really want this relationship, you have to go full force buddy. you got this! good luck to you N, there’s no stopping now!! 🤩🤩

[ha1taniwh0re]

The 8th Princess of Sea

Chapter 3

I hid behind a rock so I can see what will happen. I couldn't hear good but as i heard a girl wants to have a better life and he wants something in return. Good mind. When they finished there deal with just a blink they disappeared. I started looking for them but couldn't find them.

"Hi there" a high voice said.

I looked up and saw Rumpelstiltskin standing on rock and looking at me. I blushed a little and got away from rock and looked at him with shy eyes.

"Not very talkative as I can see"  he said.

"What are you doing in water on night??" He asked.

I showed him my tail and he just smirked.

"Oh a mermaid I see".

He looked at me carefully, like he was studying me. His eyes met my necklace, it had pink shell and pink pearl inside.

"Pink pearl? Colour pearls only have royal mermaids. Who are you???"

"Mmy ...naame ..iis.. Koko" I said.

"Are you scared of me??" He asked

I nodded as no. He got a little bit confused.

"How??"

"I like you... Your story is interesting" I said and he looked at me shocked.

"How do you know my story, princess??"

I dressed myself and left my room immediately. I rushed over to a Mr. Gold's shop because Im still confused how he left my room this morning. I got inside and saw him standing on the other side of counter.

"To be honest I love more a view of your boobs when you don't have anything covering them, my dear" he said not looking up.

"How tf did you leave my room this morning?! You couldn't jump out of the window because you walk with fucking cane" I asked still shocked.

He looked at me now and started walking towards me. When he got a few centimeters away from me  he pulled me by waist to get closer to him. Our lips almost met again.

"It's a secret dear, but you don't have to worry the only thing that is good is that your manager didn't see us" he said and smirked.

Oh God I love when he smirks. I looked at him with my blushed face and shy eyes.

"Oh God how I love when you look like this" he said and kissed me.

We were kissing for two minutes and than a bunch of people came into his shop.

"Rumpelstiltskin!!!" A blonde girl said.

I jumped a little and looked at them.

"Miss Yamanaka?? Is that you?" A mayor said.

Oh my God no... I gave them a little smile still embarrassed.

"Hiii..."

Mr. Gold pulled me closer by waist again into a hug so I don't have to face them. I hugged him and closed my eyes, all of the sudden I felt sleepy and Mr Gold took me in his hands.

Rumpelstiltskin pov

I had a great moment with Koko when miss Swann and the others came into my shop. I remembered from Enchanted Forest that Koko would calm down with hug so I pulled her into a hug and put her to sleep because she still doesn't remember anything about her real life. I took her into my hands and walked to back room to put her to sleep. When I got back the group was still waiting for me.

"How can I help you people?" I asked surly angry.

"What are you doing with that poor girl Rumpelstiltskin?" Emma asked.

"That's Koko, the youngest daughter of King Triton"  I said.

"that's nonsense King Triton's youngest daughter is Ariel" Snow White said.

"No it's not. He has 8 daughters but his youngest ran away, nobody knew why" Regina said.

Everyone were looking at her now.

"It's true. Do you people know a story about The Devil's Triangle??" I asked.

Henry stepped closer to me.

"That's story about Koko. She didn't like how her father has never gave her attention so she ran away to be with her aunt Ursula, but than she got mad at her aunt for not giving her legs and she ran away somewhere in the ocean, but than sailors started to die on specific spot in the ocean where people started to think that mermaid had to do something with it. It was Koko???" Henry asked.

"You are smart about fairytales" I smiled at him

"Yes it's true everything that Henry said but he doesn't know some details"

"Koko loves storys, but because her aunt didn't know much storys about Aurora, Cinderella or you Snow White, she would tell her storys about Regina, Jafar, mee. As she told me she loved my story, it was her favourite. One night when I was making a deal with poor girl, I spotted something in the water. That night I met Koko"

"My aunt Ursula knows you. She told me about you, your story is very sad. You didn't have a choice. You are not a coward". She said and came closer to rock again.

I looked at her shocked. Why is she like this? She should be scared? She looked at me with her innocent blue eyes. At that moment I felt her hand on my leg.

"You should be scared of me... Im The Dark One...."

"But I know your story, you are not that scary at all"

I looked at her and saw that her pearl started to glow. She looked at it and became sad.

"I have to go, my aunt is calling me. Will I meet you again??" She asked with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry dear. Let's meet here tomorrow at midnight, what do you say?" I asked and smiled.

She just nodded. She jumped from sea and kissed my cheek and ran deep down in the ocean. I was standing there for a few minutes and came back to my castle, thinking about her.

They all looked at me different. Snow White, Prince Charming, Emma and Henry looked at me with melting eyes but Regina looked angry.

"Have she ever sang to you?" Regina asked.

"She did once, why?"

"She is a mermaid Rumpelstiltskin, she made you fell in love with her just so she can kill you"

"STOP THAT NONSENSE REGINA!! YOU TRIED TO BREAK US ONCE AND YOU DID IT BUT NOW YOU WON'T DO IT!! I WON'T BELIEVE IN THAT SHIT ANYMORE!!" I yelled at her.

"Lisa... It's alright darling" Snow White said.

I looked back and saw her standing there, terrifying. I made a few steps to her but she got few steps away.

"Who are you people??" She asked with tears inher eyes.

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[djservo]

what are your top 10 perfumes?

it's hard to pin down a top 10 bc a big part of my enjoyment of fragrance nowadays comes from the evolution of a scent + discovery of new scents and the history behind them blah blah blah so my preferences at any given moment feel like a sliding scale but OK i've broken it down by the top 4 being my nostalgic favorites/frags that got me into frags in the first place + the bottom 6 being fragrances I find myself craving/returning to most often lately

Harajuku Lovers Baby — str8 up baby powder but as the gwen stefani stan I was as a kid I really thought I was hot shit whenever I wore it (I still have my bottle/a lil juice left 4 the memz hehe)

Elizabeth & James Nirvana Bourbon — powdery but in a more matured boozy wood way, kinda like a natural progression from Baby. I don't really do signature scents anymore but this was The One thru my first couple years of college ugh one of my denim jackets permanently smells like this bc of how often I doused myself in it

Replica By The Fireplace — probably the most basic out of the Replica line but I was big into the woody vanilla booze vibe in college + my friend told me I smelt like church whenever I wore it which I thought was iconique!! I'd go to sephora like once a week after work to get a sample bc I was too cheap to buy a full bottle LOL

Kiehls Original Musk — soapy clean musk with a hint of pit (as in armpit, of course) like a smexy 70s Robert Redford vibe... more mature than I could handle at the time of buying (I must've been around 19, more drawn to the trendy woods as u can tell from above) but I've grown to appreciate it a lot and in retrospect this was probably the scent to get me interested in older/classic scents

Fracas de Robert Piguet — worn by Courtney Love for decades so I always feel cool when I wear it LOL delicate tuberose + lush greens with a little spice, like frolicking in a meadow and lighting a cigarette after

Diptyque Orphéon — freshly powdered face + cocktails in a smoky jazz lounge (it's legit based on a jazz club in Paris from the 60s) so I feel très chic when I wear this one, very divorced + sexy + glamorous hollywood starlet

D.S. & Durga Bowmakers — if you've ever be in a symphonic band or orchestra (or seen one live) then this will hit the SPOT ugh it smells exactly like a theater/auditorium while the band is warming up, that thick + rich resinous woodiness... takes me right back to band camp

Penhaligon's Juniper Sling — another boozy moment but more bubbly + eccentric + refreshing with its citrusy juniper notes. shitty staying power so totally not worth the price but I cannot stop sniffing myself when I wear this it perks me right tf up

Akro Night — I've posted about this when I was first sampling it + it's become a staple nighttime scent since then ugh so alluring!! one of the reviews (vaguely) described it like when you go to a club wearing a nice perfume and leave it with accumulated sweat/funk smells from the bodies you were dancing with + that's sooo real like subtle BO vibes with the cumin note but in a sexy fun way.. to me @ least <3 I like to wear this when I watch a fun 70s movie or vintage erotica to put me in the mood 🪩

Etat Libre D'Orange The Ghost In The Shell — in the same vein of Glossier You or Le Labo Another 13 with the cashmere-like ambroxan your skin but better vibe but way cooler and with much more to decipher.. a little cold + metallic + sterile but also milky + fresh + fruity and generally just has more of a journey throughout its wear which I really love

[pipermca]

Very Quick TFCon 2023 Recap!

This past weekend I attended TCCon 2023 in Toronto! This is the first convention I've attended since the start of the pandemic (aside from a couple of very local ones) and it was so good. I love being among my people, the geeks. :) Spouse also attended with me; he is only a TF fan by osmosis (seeing how enthusiastic I am about stuff makes him happy about it too), but he enjoys the vibe of sci-fi and adjacent cons. He also claims to have had a good time.

Before we left, I was concerned about a few things: catching Covid again, boarding the cat, dealing with the disaster that flying in Canada has become lately, etc. We masked up anytime we were in con space, and I remain hopeful that our recent infections acted like a booster against catching it again. If we make it to this Sunday without coming down with it, I'll consider it a success.

Before I have to go to work tomorrow, I wanted to get my thoughts down about how the con went: the amazing, the good, and the disappointing.

The Amazing

Friends. Being able to catch up with (and in some cases meet!) other TF fans who I've chatted with online over the years is always amazing. I honestly don't want to start naming names because then I'll forget someone and feel bad. There is something special about being able to put a face to an online name.

If you were there and I missed you, I am so sorry. I tried, I honestly did. But I am an incredibly awkwardly shy potato in person, and I could only shove myself out of my introvert shell so much to message people and say "LET'S MEET NOW." Sometimes I depend on other people to say "PIPER! LET'S MEET NOW" because otherwise I dither and dither until the weekend is over and the chance is gone. :(

Thank you to everyone who put up with me; I love you guys. <3

The Pros. I steeled myself and went to the three pros who I wanted to talk to: Alex Milne, James Roberts, and Jack Lawrence. Alex was selling copies of Hot Motor Oil (omg book number two is INSANE and I cackled over it repeatedly), so while he was sketching in my copy I was able to thank him for the commission he did for me a while back. He said some very nice things about my choice! but it's important for me to thank people in person for the commissions they do for me. :3 Same thing with Jack; I got a commission from him just a little while ago, and I LOVE it. He was also very nice, even though I was only at his table to thank him and not buy anything. >.> (Next time I need to bring larger print protectors; his prints were GORGEOUS but there was no way I'd be able to get them home safely.)

And I bought some scripts from James; I've been dying to read the annotated ones because I am interested in writing my own scripts, and I wanted to see how he put his together and the thoughts behind them. I was able to tell him about how it was fanfic that led me to MTMTE which led me back into the TF fandom after a 25+ year absence, and he was really happy to hear that. (And commented about how the message that fanfic can bring in new fans needs to get back to the IP holders...)

The Costumes. Briefly, AMAZING costumes this year. I got some good pictures of some of them, but the creativity out there is fantastic.

The Good.

The Loot. I got a decent amount of stuff this year, and thanks to Spouse tagging along I was able to bring back a bit more than usual. And some of the stuff was for him, so he got something out of it too. :3

Non-TF Meetups. By happenstance, a coworker of mine lives in the area, as does some WoW guildies that Spouse knows. We'd never met any of these people in person, so we made time for that and I'm happy we did. Also, not having to go downtown? Priceless. XD

Cat Boarding. We boarded our new cat while we were away, and it went well! She is very adaptable, and I'm glad that they liked her. This was sort of a test run for longer vacations, and now I feel comfortable leaving her there for longer periods of time.

The Disappointing

The Pros I Didn't Meet. See: awkward potato. I did want to say hello Frank Todaro (he has a very good moustache by the way) and tell him in person how much I enjoyed his work on WFC (as Starscream and Rattrap - but Starscream specifically was great), but there was always someone at his table when I went by, and I'm an awkward potato, and I (?) didn't really want an autograph but felt bad just going and talking to him without buying something like I did to Jack, so I didn't talk to him. And David Kaye ALWAYS had a huge lineup so that was totally out.

No Toyhax? I was hoping that Toyhax would be there so I could buy some decals for the car (ones I ALMOST bought in 2019 but didn't, and I've regretted it ever since.) But they were not at the con. (I also kind of wanted some other sticker sets.) I've checked their website and I think the car decals in 2019 were being sold by someone just sharing their table but I can't remember who, so - blah. Too bad.

Travel Shenanigans. It all worked out in the end, but our trip to Toronto was a little... interesting thanks to some computer glitches with the airline. It added stress to me that I didn't need. 

Writing. Hahhahahaaa! No writing was done over the weekend. Zero words written. I was either too busy, or too tired. :/

Health Issues. I won't get into it much here, but attending the convention made me realize that I am still suffering some effects from the Covid infection I had at the end of May. I have a doctor's appointment in a few weeks so I can let her know about it, but we'll see if there's anything they can actually do. -.-;

And that was TFCon 2023! I hope I can attend again next year; this really was a great experience.

[eijishimas]

this is wrong.

masterlist.

content warnings: 18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up. just some reki masturbating to y/n’s instagram photos, oops. brief mentions of pillow humping at the end. f!reader.

notes: found in my drafts while i was cleaning out my notes, so here we are. also this was meant to be a drabble and turns out i can’t write anything but long fics about reki kyan tf.

wc: 1.0k

Reki’s hand was wrapped tightly around his dick, his headband lopsided as he felt incredibly hot in all his layers of his skate attire. He was breathing heavily, moaning into his pillow as he fisted his cock. It was late at night, he should really not be doing this. It was wrong. It was so awfully wrong to be masturbating to pictures of you, his closest friend aside from Langa. But he couldn’t help it. Your smile, your eyes, the way you smelled of fruit passion from your shampoo. He whimpered, eyes staying half lidded in an attempt to keep jerking it to your photo on screen. They weren’t even lewd photos either, just ones from your instagram that were completely innocent.

There were some photos on your feed of you out with friends having a couple of drinks, where your smile looked so radiant and genuine. Then there was another that was a selfie taken at golden hour, your skin clear as you had your tongue poked out goofily. God, you were so gorgeous. Reki could feel his heartbeat both in his chest and in his throbbing dick. His cock was practically drooling at the sight of you, at how much he wanted you, your body, so fucking badly. He was unbearably needy this late at night, but he couldn’t stop looking at his illuminated phone screen.

One of his favourites was most definitely the one of you in one of his t-shirts after a party. He remembered you slurring your words, begging him to give his shirt up because you were burning up in your top and besides, he had a lot of layers, he would still have a hoodie to wear. You had asked him for his shirt. Not Langa, but him. His ego skyrocketed that night, and you asked him to take a photo to commemorate the occasion. His teeth chewed on his bottom lip as he swiped through your instagram, finding that exact photo of you with his pink work shirt on, your face close to the camera with a wide, slightly intoxicated smile on your face. If he focused hard enough, he would be able to hear your flirty whispers and your silly giggles right to the shell of his ear. Reki shivered, feeling the knots in his stomach all the more prominently.

He gripped his cock tighter, trying to imagine how your hand would feel around him instead. Your fingers dancing along his sensitive skin, teasing his head with your thumb. Maybe if he was being good for you, you would slide your hot pussy down on his cock and he would be able to make you feel so good too. He wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel all the time. The mere idea of your fluttering cunt around him made another stray moan leave his mouth, his hand now moving erratically in an effort to make himself cum. He wanted you so bad. His body erupted in tremors, shaking from how horny he was. His eyes fluttered, threatening to close on him and to allow himself to get lost in the scenarios his perverted mind came up with. His mind felt so clouded, so foggy with the thoughts of you. He wanted you to open your mouth so he could give you all he had to offer, make white ropes all over your face and your chest. He wanted you.

Reki shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend like this, holy fuck this was so wrong but you were so nice to him. He wanted you to be nice to him, just in another way. As he kept pumping himself, he whined again into his pillow to muffle the sound. He wondered if you would like how loud he was, how much he moaned for how fucking incredible you made him feel.

He could feel his balls tightening, but he needed more. Opting to switch his position, Reki placed his phone on his bed and sat up on his knees. Taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, he tugged his headband off to rake a shaky hand through his untamed red hair. Fuck.

Fuck.

His jawline jutted out perfectly, his eyes looking down at the picture of you on his phone so ravenously. “Y/n,” his voice came out muffled due to him holding up his shirt, his stomach exposed to the moonlight streaming in through his window, “Please Y/n.” He moaned as he fucked into his hand, not wanting to close his eyes in fear that he would lose sight of you in all your — technically his — pink shirt and innocent smile glory. Feeling a tight snap in his lower body, Reki let out a final, wanton moan. His form crumpled over as he aimed right for his phone. He came all over your face as best he could, his eyes hazed with lust as he mumbled about how good you were to him, how nice you were for letting him even cum, and how you could take his dick so well. His face was burning up, a clear sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and making his body glisten in the low lighting of the night.

He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, chest heaving as he caught his breath. An overwhelming feeling of shame flooded through him. He needed to stop doing this. He really needed to stop this dirty habit of his. It was so fucking wrong and very much perverted. Though deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. Reki knew damn well he would be coming back to those photos again the next day, after he would see you at the skatepark again.

If only he were aware of how you grind on your pillow each night to the thought of him, specifically that one moment where he had hugged you from behind and you felt the outline of his semi hard on against your ass. Your hands gripping the sheets as you wear that pink shirt of his that never quite lost that scent of him, crying out how much you wanted him instead.

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[tachyon-omlette]

I am rewriting Bayverse

calling it Transformers: Make Bayverse Make Sense (TF:MBMS)

initially meant as a fix-it of sorts but I think it's spiraling into fan continuity territory (complete with varying degrees of redesigns). eh, fuck it though; I'm having fun and that's the important part. combines (and occasionally cuts out) various aspects of Bayverse canon in ways that make more sense - at least, they make sense to me

current working timeline (WIP - though I may update this post specifically later)

Quints' homeworld is Cybertron

Quints made [Omega Terminus (may change later)] first (named himself Unicron) to generate sparks for their robotic labor force, ended up killing a bunch of Quints off by taking over their tech by force

Unicron was ejected into space (formed an indestructible shell so Quints couldn't tamper with him), but became independent and made a body for himself, intending to seek revenge on Quints for making him a slave

Quints make Vector Sigma as another ai to combat Unicron, VS wins and is placed at the core of Cybertron (as a cube)

Quints make TFs through VS as a labor force for their empire, Quints end up "pulling apart" Cybertron over time - differentiates regions that would become major cities (Iacon, Vos, Kaon, etc.) down the line

VS bides his time until labor force nearly outnumbers Quints, then manipulates Cybertron itself to teach the early TFs how to fight back, pushed Quintesson presence off the planet entirely

Only 13 TFs left in the wake of the battle - name themselves Primes after their "creator" Primus (aka Vector Sigma - chose new name like Unicron did)

All the Primes are Transformers, except Quintessa (mtf trans) who is a Quintesson that was made by Primus (Quints are techno-organic, Quintessa is completely robotic) as an experiment

Shortly after Quints leave, Primus undergoes a "failsafe" (activated by Quints remotely) - can no longer communicate with TFs freely or produce energon but can still create new sparks when stimulated

Bodies are grown separately and need energon to survive - sparks are implanted into manufactured hatchlings (see: ROTF) en masse as base templates for sparks to manip over time, Primes reverse-engineer Quint tech to produce more hatchlings and make a primitive machine that harvests energon from suns

Machine unlocked w/ Matrix - made by all 13 Primes to ensure machine's power wouldn't be abused (also imbues Matrix w/ life-giving powers & some of the Primes' memories, as a side effect)

7 Primes (including Megatronus) leave to harvest energon, 6 (including Quintessa) stay behind to care for the planet

Quintessa suggests the planet now needs formal protectors (that aren't the Primes), she and the other 5 Primes make the 12 Knights of Cybertron as a means of protecting the planet

Megatronus/The Fallen betrays the others on Earth (thinks humans would try to control them like the Quints did if left unchecked) - occurs as humans are just beginning to evolve & show signs of sentience

Other 6 Primes seal away the Matrix on Earth via self-sacrifice, send a warning to the 6 Primes on Cybertron

Mortality of the Primes now extremely evident, causing Quintessa to begin fearing that her days of creating new life will end when her own life ends

Quintessa experiments with attempts at immortality via Primus - she murders Thirteen and attempts to retrieve his spark with memories intact (creates a Staff to extract him directly from the Allspark-Cube), but he is instead reincarnated as Orion Pax

Quintessa casts out Orion as a failed experiment, Alpha Trion takes him in and trains him to be an archivist - informs the Knights, who lock Quintessa in stasis (via a stasis pod probably?) and take the Staff offworld

"Prime" becomes more of a military title akin to commander-in-chief as the First 13 fade into myth

Orion Pax befriends D-16, a warrior poet from the pits of Kaon, they both oppose Cybertron's social order (still reminiscent of Quintesson utilitarianism, which changed to become functionism over time) and end up in a romantic relationship

Fallen returns to Cybertron after a time, manipulates D-16 (who changes his name to Megatron) into starting the war with the goal of wiping out all other forms of sentient life - creates the Decepticons, with Megatron being a sort of figurehead while the Fallen calls the major shots

As war escalates, Sentinel is current Prime and forms the Autobots - war begins in earnest, Orion is forced to side with the Autobots (mostly because he doesn't agree with the eradication of all other life)

Sentinel leads a strike team on a raid of a Decepticon laboratory and claims the Pillars as Autobot property and therefore his creation (they were actually made by Brainstorm - key pillar was altered in secret to respond to Sentinel's spark signature instead)

Lockdown hijacks a warship and flees the planet - might follow the teachings of Quintessa re: order of the universe? - occasionally resurfaces for bounty work but generally stays hidden

War escalates to a breaking-point - Fallen has descended into paranoia, wants the Allspark (the Cube) in order to create a defensive force against all other life-forms, including Autobots

Efforts to retrieve the Cube from the planet's core end up pulling the planet further apart (see: wide shots of Cybertron from TLK) - many major cities are reduced to rubble and/or rendered completely inhospitable (Allspark actively attempts to heal the land, though it can only work at a slow pace - tethers spaceborne pieces back to the planet to varying degrees before it is removed)

Megatron will stop at nothing to retrieve the Cube, Optimus is forced to send it into deep space - Cybertron is rendered incapable of creating new life or healing the destroyed portions of Cybertron

Mass exodus ensues - location of the Cube is uncertain & Cybertron is no longer liveable, so Autobots and Decepticons alike take off in all directions

[remaining timeline tbd]

that's what I've got so far. it's not perfect but that's the purpose of indicating that it's a WIP - that being said, if y'all have any advice, anything you'd like to see added or altered, or if there's any details you're curious about, please lmk!! I appreciate that sort of feedback always /gen

(extra tidbits + possible future timeline points part 1 ft. @elkas-corner under the cut)

censored out our discords (for privacy) - I'm purple, they're green

due to the 10-image limit (>:[) I will be adding an extra reblog to this post with the rest of the tidbits

[lilacmeadows]

The Next Step

Alright guys! This is my first one shot and it’s just pure smut with a little plot. Reader taking Steve’s Innocence because something about Steve being a virgin turns me tf ON! (lol the gif- what i would do to be spraying his chest with water for that scene omfg)

STEVE X READER

WARNINGS: Explicit language,Switch!Steve, slight dom!reader, SMUT, Oral (m receiving), Steve looses his virginity, Premature Ejaculation (but he’s a super soldier so he can do this all day), DIRTY TALK, Slight daddy kink, multiple orgasms (m receiving), the team hears them and makes fun of them a little. Just taking care of Stevie in the best way.

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

You and Steve were dating for 3 months now. You had a thing for him for a while, and you could tell he liked you too. It started when you first arrived at the compound. He would be sitting in the kitchen with the guys for breakfast, and as soon as he saw you in your spandex shorts and baggy t-shirt that didn’t cover your ass, he wanted you. Sam would make jokes about how he can’t even finish a conversation if you walk into the room.

And when you wore just a sports bra and leggings to train, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You would be on the treadmill, or lifting weights, meanwhile Bucky would be absolutely kicking Steve’s ass because he’s not remotely paying attention to their sparing match. How could he when your ass was all round, and he could see the sweat roll down your back?

Finally on a mission, you and him were on the same side of the building, and you stabbed a Hydra loser before he was able to shoot Steve in the back while he was busy fighting another asshole. You totally saved his ass. And that night when you were all back at the compound, he asked you on your first date.

Everything since then had gone really well. He was always such a gentleman. Maybe too much of a gentleman. He would always keep you well fed and entertained, and he adored quiet days where he could just sit in your company with his head in your lap while you stroked his hair. But that was about all the intimacy you got. There were kisses of course. But they never lead to anything considering he’d hardly even use tongue. If Natasha was his first kiss this century, you were definitely his second. His hands would always stay firmly on your neck or shoulders when he kissed you, and he never spent the night in your room or cuddled with you from behind.

It honestly was starting to get to you. After 3 months, it really seems like Steve isn’t attracted to you at all, even though he calls you beautiful all the time. And to make matters worse, the whole team thinks you’re having hot sex all the time, and you can’t deny it because your boyfriend asked if the two of you could keep what you do and don’t do private.

So there you were, sexually frustrated. As per freakin’ usual. And absolutely tired of it. You decided you’re going to sleep with your sexy goddamn boyfriend or at least make some type of progress, or this wasn’t gonna work.

You texted Steve 10 minutes ago to come to your room to watch a movie, and he took his sweet time before he finally walked in- sweatpants hung low on his hips and sinful white v neck that was at least 2 sizes too small.

It’s like he does this shit on purpose.

He joined you on your bed and gave you just a side hug as a greeting and that’s what made you snap. As badly as you wanted to start the movie and slowly ease your way closer to him, until you could rub up against him and finally get some passion going, that plan was out of the window.

“Steve. Are you attracted to me?” He raised both of his eyebrows in shock at the question.

“Of course I’m attracted to you, Y/n. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.” He said with a reassuring smile that, although genuine, wasn’t enough.

“So why won’t you have sex with me?”

“You want to have sex?” He gulped, as if it’s so hard to believe.

“Of course I want to have sex. It doesn’t even have to be sex. But something. We haven’t even made out or anything. I saw you shirtless more before we even got together.” You said, not trying to push him too far, but expressing your desire to be close to him, phsyically.

“Y/n.” He sighed, and leaned away from you with both elbows on his knees. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I’m not attracted to you. I am so, so, attracted to you, it hurts sometimes. And I want to... do... that... with you, but I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Baby, how could you ever disappoint me?” You leaned in closer to touch his shoulder, watching him tense under your touch. It hurt to see him like this- so closed off from you.

“I don’t have any... experience. With these kinds of things. And you make me more than a little nervous” He admitted sheepishly, not meeting your eyes as he continued. “I’ve only had a handful of kisses, and according to Nat, I’m not very good. I don’t want you to sleep with me and think of me as a loser with super soldier serum.” Hearing him think of himself so lowly made your heart ache. You’d do anything to prove him wrong.

“Stevie, I’d never think that of you. Like everything, sex takes practice... and a good teacher. And I’m more than willing to put in the tutoring hours.” You joked, making him chuckle a little bit and relax his shoulder under your hand. “We can take things as slow as you want.” You said, backing up from him to start the movie.

You and Steve had been watching all your favorite movies in your free time to get him caught up. You got to about 15 minutes into Pulp Fiction when John Travolta was talking about eating a girl out, and you could see Steve getting tense out of the corner of your eye.

“I do want to.” He started, letting that sentence fragment hang in the air.

“Want to what, sweetie?” He blushed a little everytime you called him a pet name, which only made you do it more.

“Have sex with you. I just.” He moved to face you, the movie suddenly not important. “Can we go slow? I don’t know what I’m doing, Y/n.”

You nodded you head and sat a little closer to him, almost straddling him from the side.

“Yes baby. We can go as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere.” You said as you started to nuzzle your face into his neck, finding his pulse and leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss. You heard him let out a deep exhale.

Putting your hand on his other shoulder, you kneeded the muscle a little before bringing your hand down to his pecs. Rubbing his chest with your hand in a sensual, but comforting, way. Your lips never left his neck, trailing small licks up his jaw, until you reached his ear.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me if you want me to stop okay.” He just nodded at you. “No baby, I need you to use your words. We’ll use colors okay? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go? You wanna try that baby?” He tried just nodding again. “Use your words, baby.”

“Ye- Yes. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go.” He said, looking at you for approval.

“Yes, Stevie. My Captain is so good for me.” You said as you continue rubbing across his chest, leaving a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth, before you leaned back slightly. You heard him let out a little moan at the use of his title and saw how his breathing was getting slightly labored. “I think we should just talk for a minute, hmm.” He looked at you, confused on why you’re stopping.

You laid him down on your pillow, and laid next to him, with one leg in between his. Half straddling him. You could feel his erection through his sweatpants and saw how his hands were in tight fists.

“I think you should just lay here for a minute, and let me tell you how wet I get for you. Hmm?” He looked up at you with lust blown eyes and moaned when you pulled his bottom lip into your mouth. “I get so turned on, when you first wake up in the morning, and come down to the kitchen. You hair is all messy, and I can tell you’re just a little bit hard. It’s so sexy, baby. And then you tell me good morning, and your voice is so deep and groggy. Mmm, does it for me everytime.” His hand moved up to your waist, eyes going from being squeezed shut, to looking at you longingly, and back to tightly shut.

“Y/n.” He moaned.

“What’s your color, baby?” You leaned closer to his face, urging him to open his eyes and look at you.

“Green.” He said.

“Good, baby. You’re such a good Captain for me, huh?” He groaned a little louder at that, so you decided to test a theory. “Or do you wanna be Daddy?” You said, then licked the shell of his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N.” His hips bucked up from the bed a little. Oh yeah, he liked that one. You decided to save that for another night.

“Color, Stevie?”

“Green, Y/n. Green, please.” He moaned again. Begging you to move faster, which is what you wanted him to do all along. You wanted to get him needy for you, so you could know he really wanted it.

You crawled over his lap, completely straddling him, and moved your hands down to his abs. You grinded down on him once, twice, and then just let your clothed core just sit on him. He moaned loudly then. The friction almost overwhelming for him.

“Can we take this off, Baby?” You said, putting your hands under his shirt hem. He nodded and helped you get it over his shoulders. “You’re so sexy for me Captain. I wanna kiss every inch of this chest.” You leaned down a bit more to give him a peck to the lips. “And I think I’m gonna do just that.”

You learned very quickly that Steve is vocal in bed. Loud moans and groans with every slight movement of your mouth on his collarbones or shift of your hips. You got to his left nipple and put it in your mouth- flicking it with your tongue and sucking gently.

“Oh, God, Y/N.” He bucked his hips into yours a little.

“I love hearing you come undone for me, baby.” You said as you move to his other nipple. You give every inch of his torso attention before you scoot back, in between his legs. You lay a hand over the large bulge in his pants where you can already see a wet patch forming.

“And you know what’s funny, baby?” His eyes are squeezed close, and he’s breathing so hard, you’re not sure he heard you. You apply a little more pressure on his weeping cock. “I said. Do you know what’s funny, baby?” He let out a choked sob at your tight hand rubbing his cock, even through the layers of his sweatpants and briefs.

“Wha-what’s funny, baby?” He got out in a deep whisper.

“You’ve been walking around here, for over 3 months, in these grey sweatpants.” You pushed your hands down to his balls. “And these tight ass T shirts.” Then you rubbed all the way from his clothed ballsack to where the wet patch is constantly growing. “Like a slut. And expect me to not wanna fuck you silly.” He came under your hands. What was once a wet patch has now spread to his entire crotch. His moans loud and breath coming in short gasps. He’d never cum that hard even by himself.

“Aww. Would you look at that. Captain came in his undies for me. I barely had to touch you, baby.” He reached out his hands for you. “How about we take these off, so I can clean you up.”

“Shit, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was about to cum, it happened so fast.” He said, thinking this is over.

“Language, baby.” You teased. “I’m just gonna see if I can get you all cleaned up.” You said, pulling his sweatpants down with this briefs and looking at all the creamy cum covering his underwear, cock, and tops of his thighs. He apologized profusely, cock slowly going soft. “Oh, Stevie. Look at the mess you made. Is all this delicious cum for me, sweetie?” He leaned in, on his elbows, to watch you lick up the cum from his cock, and scoop the cum out of his underwear. “You taste so good for me.” His cock was quickly going hard all over again to his surprise, even though you figured that would happen. He’s a super soldier, after all. “Do you want me to suck my Captain’s cock?” You said, and he nodded frantically at you. You put one of his hands in your hair, showing him how to take control of your head. “Like this, okay. You push my head down to make me go faster down your cock. It’s okay, baby. I can take it.” You said before you put the tip in your mouth and sucked it hard. He immediately let out a loud moan at the new feeling.

He did just what you said, pushing your head down, and pulling it back up. Deeper and deeper until his cock was at the back of your throat, and your nose was deep in his pubic hair. You flattened your tongue under his cock and rolled his balls around in your hands until you felt him cum deep in your throat.

“Fuck. Y/n, shit. It’s so good. Your mouth is so good, baby. Fuck.” He cursed and moaned as you let him fuck your mouth a little more. But this time his cock didn’t even soften. He was still hard, which worked great for you, because were getting more and more horny.

“Do you wanna keep going Captain?” You asked, taking off all of your clothes. His hands immediately reached out to feel your breasts in his hands. You moaned at the feeling. So sensitive from all the foreplay and lack of attention.

“Yes, baby, please? Can we?” He said, pulling you into his lap, moaning at the feeling of your wet folds rubbing his cock.

You took this opportunity to really kiss him for the first time that night, and it took your breath away. He bit your bottom lip before shoving is tongue in your mouth and completely dominating the kiss. It was so much different from any kiss you ever had with Steve. His hands touched everywhere on your body he could reach. He gripped your ass cheek tightly and you moaned loudly.

“I need you inside me, Captain.” You moaned as you slid your fingers down to your hole, trying to prepare yourself a little for the large intrusion. He watched you in awe as you touched yourself right on top of his cock and wondered how he was lucky enough to end up with somebody as sexy as you. He pushed his fingers up, alongside yours, to help stretch you open so he could absolutely ruin you. Then all of a sudden he let go of you.

“Wait. Fuck. Red, Y/n. We need to stop.” You got off of him in an instant and sat to the side. No matter how badly you wanted him inside you, you knew this doesn’t work without trust, and he trusted you to stop when he gave the color.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I move too fast? We can stop.” You said, out of breath. It broke his heart to feel like he was leaving you unsatisfied.

“I don’t have any condoms Y/N. We can’t do this right now. I’m sorry. But I can-“

“I’m on birth control, Steve.” You said, with a small smile on your face.

“Oh. Why? When did you start that?” He asked you. Still sitting on the bed, but not looking at you.

“About 3 months ago, after you asked me out. I wanted to be prepared for anytime you were ready.” And as soon as you finished talking, he was on top of you. Holding both of your hands up above your head, he kissed you as he nudged your legs open with his knees. He rubbed his cock along your dripping folds, bumping into your clit clumsily, making you moan.

“God, Steve please fuck me. I want it so bad. I wanna feel you, baby.” You cried out underneath him, and he entered you with one thrust. A little too quickly, making you hiss at the burn of his size stretching your walls.

“Shit sorry. Fuck. Y/n, you feel so goddamn good. Fuck. God, Fuck. And so- hggnnn- warm, shit. Baby, I’m about to cum-“ He kept chanting in your ear. His thrusts were sloppy and inconsistent, but he was so big, he was hitting every single spot inside of you- making you see stars. You were moaning as loud as he was. Not caring that your room was one of the closest to the common rooms or that the bed was hitting your wall loudly with each knock of his hips again yours. He let go of your hands to pull your thighs further up around his waist.

You felt him cum inside you with a shout that was loud enough to be a scream, and could hear the squelch of it mixing with your fluids in your pussy. He was gasping for air, and grabbing you tightly everywhere his hands could reach. He was moaning constantly and chanting your name like a song, but he never stopped thrusting.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me.” He said as he kept rocking into you, his hips developing more of an even pace after his 3rd orgasm. He shifted his hips slightly, and was at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot.

You put two of his fingers in your mouth and sucked on them, before you brought the hand down and used it to rub your clit. The added stimulation and him hitting your g-spot repeatedly had you clinching around him in no time. The feeling making him hit another peak as well.

“Fuck, Stevie, baby. I’m about to cum. Can you cum again for me, baby? Fill me up?” You said, trying to stretch this feeling as long as you could.

“Yeah, baby. I’m with you, y/n. Fuck.” He shouted again as he came. Your orgasm triggering his, and the feeling of his cum gushing out of you around his cock extending yours. “Goddamn.” He said as he laid down next to you- not pulling out, but just keeping you on top of him. The combined juices spilling out onto his abs, but he loved it. The whole room smelled like sex, and Steve was willing to bet the whole hall heard them.

“So, how was your first time?” You said, nervously looking into his eyes.

“It was absolutely amazing, Y/n. You’re so sexy. I don’t know why I waited that long, getting off in my hand, when I could’ve been having 4 orgasms a night with you.” He said, kissing you deeply.

“If you think you’re up for it, we could probably go for 5.” You said. Starting to sit up on his cock still inside you.

“Baby, I could do this all night.” He said, beginning to thrust up, until a loud knock at your door interrupted you.

“Like hell you can!” You heard Bucky’s voice from outside your door.

“Stop fucking like bunnies and go to sleep!” Sam joined in.

“I don’t know who told you the world was ending, but you don’t have to repopulate the entire earth in there!” Clint chimed in.

“You don’t even live here!” You yelled back at the door, giggling, while Steve looked like he wanted the bed to swallow him whole.

“And you two just made sure I’m never gonna. The whole compound smells like sex!”

“Oops.” You giggled, kissing your Captain deeply.

Tony was gonna have to sound proof your bedrooms.

~

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he lives in my lap | reader x changbin

➛ Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x seo changbin 

➛ Recommended listening: she lives in my lap, outkast

➛ Genre: pwp (smut), fluffy tones, 18+ 

➛ Word count: 3.9k 

✨ Summary/Request Here ✨

Anon: sub!changbin nipple play drabble👁👁

i’m such a sucker for sub bin smh

a/n: thank you for requesting sweet anon! any day, any time i will write sub!changbin! this was such a pleasure to write n’ i hope that ya like it! <3

{see below for nsfw tags!} 

NSFW: dom!reader, sub!changbin, tsundere!bin, slightlybratty!bin, established relationship, use of petnames, body worship (calm tf down ro, we know you love binnies’ bod), *plz pretend to be surprised here too* thigh kink, power dynamics, LOADS of nipple play (m receiving), praising & mild degradation, handjob, lil pet of petplay (bunny), v soft aftercare 

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you caught him sulking, bundled up in his chair with his legs crossed and his eyes dried. its the times like this when you don’t need him to tell you what’s going through his mind. he huffs and spins around just to get a moment to break his stare at the screen. he rubs at his temples where his headache surges, but he’ll never stop to ask for help or to express how tired he really is. 

“what are you working on?” you simply ask as you cross the way behind him and squeeze his shoulders. 

he sighs, and answers, “work.” 

it’s barely an answer, but knowing him, prodding wouldn’t do much else. 

“its getting late,” you pause, contemplating to next part of your phrase, “could you come to bed? i’d....love to have you with me...if you can.” 

his fingers stop their typing, and he pulls off a single padded headphone to listen to you. 

“you know that i’ve got a deadline. can’t.” 

“wouldn’t you like to--” 

“--can’t you just live one night without it?” he barks, swiveling in his seat to face you. 

his eyes, the whites of them pink and his under-eyes bagged, tell you that you can’t take exactly what he means to heart, but still, it doesn’t hurt much less. 

“bin--i just want you to take care of yourself and not overwork. you know that you need your rest to make everything work out right. right?” 

your boyfriend sighs and composes himself, then puts his headphones back on. 

“deadlines are deadlines.” changbin simply replies. “in a couple days it’ll be over.” 

the sound of his clicking at his mouse fills the room back up, and this close you can hear the faint buzz of his music on the other side of his headphones. its as if he wants to create some kind of shell between you and him; he pulls his hood up and balls himself up in his big black hoodie. 

with him, your patience overcomes anything. 

“bin--” you reach for his arm to rub in calming little circles with your thumb, “you’re worrying me.” 

the exhaustion in his voice causes it to crack, “i’m fine.” 

it doesn’t take him much to go up in arms when you pull off his headphones to hold his puffy face in your hands. earnestly you hold his eyes with yours. 

“you’ve worked so much already today. please, come to bed, i know you won’t admit it to yourself, but it’ll be okay if you sleep for just a little while....or, relax at least...” 

changbin huffs out again in his same little annoyed nature. you knew the ins and outs of him well: your words might have gone in one ear and left out the other, but they still would jumble him up on their way out.

“i said that i’m fine,” your boyfriend repeats, “you’re worrying over nothing.” 

it isn’t easy to admit defeat in the moment, but that’s all it is: a moment. he allows you the pause to plant a tiny kiss on his forehead before focusing back on his work. the truth is, you really did want him to join. the bed was always warmer with two anyway. these days, it was even a little hard to fall asleep with him. 

“well,” you throw your hands on your hips, “i’ll just be back here...if you need anything. i can warm up your side for you, kay?” 

for a moment, his fingers stop their clicking, wavering. “okay.” 

he likes it when you wear his shirts and other little things like that. he even thinks that its cute when you steal his socks and they bunch up a little. after living together your clothes have started to all smell the same, but knowing that it’s his has always been enough for you. 

at first, you promise yourself that you’ll stay up as long as he does, but not even you can stay up that late. he turns the lights off for you, leaving only his desk lamp and the blue screen of his desktop. silently you promise him that you’ll stay up as long as you can manage...

“--oh. sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up...” 

your blurry eyesight makes out the time that’s ticked past two hours since you last remember checking. 

“its okay,” your sleepy self returns. you’ve fallen asleep on his side of the bed which you promised to warm up, but he won’t ask you to give it up when you’re half awake. 

“i’ve decided to sleep in late tomorrow.” he hums while reaching for his phone light to turn it off. “you’re right.” 

“i know that i’m right.” 

even in the dark you can feel his little joking smirk. the mattress makes springy sounds under the weight of your two bodies, and somehow your hands find their way into the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. there’s nothing like feeling his presence beside you--its a kind of irreplaceable reassurance that you’ve only ever felt in him. 

he’s close enough to feel his tiny breaths in the space between you, and how it tickles your upper lip. sleepy kisses float from your lips to his which he happy returns by pressing into you closer and melding your body with his. you make a point to kiss him slowly and with every ounce of intent that you are able to pour from yourself to him. 

your love unties himself for you just as he does whenever he feels your thumb trace under his jaw slowly or as you hold his face in your hands, tilting him to deepen your exploration of his mouth. you can feel him get looser and looser after being so tightly bound. your hands work at his knots with swift fingers that interweave with his hair, then find their way to traipse up the hem of his clothes. 

he mutters a little sound that could be translated into many pleasurable things, but you don’t need to think too hard to interpret it. 

“binnie...” you coo, gently rolling him to his back to lean over him with your upper body, “you’re doing so well. i can tell how hard that you’re working...there’s no need to hide.” 

he nods, allowing you to paint his cheeks with more little kisses that fall down to his neck, then travel back up to his ear where you nibble softly. in your own mind, its your favorite place to show him your love: he shivers feeling your breath quiver in his ear, then exhales out after feeling the small pull at his skin. 

higher under his shirt your hands tip-toe, then trance the curves of his sides and finally reach the spot where he is most sensitive...your boyfriend gifts you the gorgeous sound of his uncontrollable little whimpers once he feels the pads of your fingers graze over one of his hardened nipples. 

“oh?” you taunt, “already so sensitive?” 

changbin attempts a scoff that comes out airy on his lips, “i mean, yeah...when you do that.” 

your index circles his bud, causing and even more delightful symphony of shaking breaths to exit. 

“...but its so late...” you remind him. its halfway between a genuine reminder and somewhat of a challenge. there’s nothing more that you would want, but the clock tells you otherwise. 

your room is nearly devoid of light save for the way that the crescent moon peeks through the slits of the shades. the silver light illuminates his face in stripes, one of them directly over his eyes which makes them sparkle with the same iridescent shine of stars. 

“do you think that i care?” changbin shies a bit into the puffy pillow that cradles his head. 

from your position above him you can see the way that he pleads wordlessly, and how he just knows that he’s irresistible to you. his gaze softens to shift in that cute little pout. he too knows how to untie you, how to make you fall into him so deeply that you can’t see anything but him. he knows exactly what to say, how to wet his his cushy lip so it glistens just a little when he parts his mouth for you to crave even more than you already do. 

“do you want me to say please?” he adds. 

fuck, he really does know you well. 

your knuckles rub along the fuzzy underside of his sweater, scribbling more circles around his nipples that hardens them painfully even though you’re barely touching him. 

“that is my favorite word,” 

his tone is airy, barely audible when he asks as politely as he can, “please, can you use me how you want?” 

you tut, bowing low over his lips to only let them hover over his own. your lie of a kiss just barely makes contact with him. he whines from the promise of your taste, even wiggling his hips in his agony knowing that he won’t get what he wants quickly. 

“hm, i didn’t really hear you that time...” slowly your hands begin to pull the fabric of is shirt over his head. “say it again for me?” 

“please...?” your boyfriend desperately repeats. 

“and you’ll be a good boy for me? you’ll do what i say?” 

“yes...yes. everything that you say.” 

his hoodie ruffles up his cute dark locks that sprawl all over his face and even cover his eyes. for a moment you think of how his hair had gotten longer than you had noticed. you sweep it aside, holding his eyes while your hand swipes up and down his chest just between his pectorals. 

“and you’ll tell me when you want me to stop?” 

finally you grant him the kiss he’s been waiting for which he drinks up greedily, moaning carefully over your lips. 

“mmhm.” 

you nearly startle him after forgetting to move slowly, finding your own eagerness taking hold of you. changbin’s eyes gleam seeing you on top of him and both of your legs straddling his sides. you slither farther down his body to align yourself correctly, then pause finding your place. 

after, he then startles you by letting out a sudden cry in response to his beloved sensation. both of your hands are busied pinching and tweaking directly at his pink nipples that turn redder from your touch. you toy with the hardened buds while his eyelids flutter--he can’t figure out if he wants to close his eyes to feel it all, or watch you. he decides upon the latter and tries his best focus on your hands spread on his chest. 

its a wondrous indulgence of yours as you watch the way that his muscles fill up your hands and even how his skin pops between your fingers when you squeeze. “my bun,” you sigh in admiration, “i just can’t handle you...” 

your head spins when he echoes, “neither can i...”

it seems fair for you to take off your top too, so you do. your hands survey farther up his chest, then course down his arms which you tuck to rest on each side of his head. 

“you know how it goes.”

he doesn’t even need the reminder. 

“fuck, you’re gonna take all the time you want now, aren’t you?” 

your boyfriend regains a bit of his composure to snark with that little unfair smirk of his. 

“would you rather me not do this for you at all...bun?” 

he rolls his eyes, impatient and annoyed for barely a second. he’s quieted the moment that he feels your lips float over his skin. you can feel the way that his breaths are thrown out from his lungs once you press even harder. his hips squirm and he turns into a puddle of half-choked winces that turn high pitched and needy the closer that you get to the sensitive areas of his chest. your tongue twists around it, only teasing at first and never allowing him to feel the full heat of your mouth. your left hand swipes up his side and settles right over his other bud which you toy with between your index and middle finger. you pull, then delight in the way that you can even feel his moans start deep from his core then come ripping out carelessly. 

at last you grant him the wet of your mouth when you tense your lips to pull too. you know that he likes it when you use your teeth too, but you never start with the most exciting part. 

his arms twitch like they usually do where they lay on both sides of his head. your boyfriend interlocks his fingers behind his head to pull and hold them there until his knuckles turn white. he would touch you, but you don’t like getting that distracted. you don’t need it anyway to heighten the way that unraveling him already pools heat between your legs and sends you grinding over his midsection. 

you use a combination of gentle kisses contrasted with the pull of your fingers and eventually the bite of your teeth to get him properly gasping out as if he cannot breathe. your name finds its way twisted into some of his moans too; it sounds so perfect, so right said that way: airy, wavering, shaking after he bites it into his lip too. 

you stop to admire him, now using your thumbs to tease at the way his reddened nipples now look painfully aroused and even glimmer with the sheen of your saliva upon them. changbin is flushed out all across his cheeks and even over his nose bridge. the rouge spreads down to his neck where the veins there quiver with each of his senseless gasps for air. he jerks from the careful feeling of the pad of your thumb compared to how viciously you had tugged at him before. you grind down your hips into his hard-on between your legs and into your own heat which craves him just as much. 

“good?” 

he nods, and chuckles out after reveling under your view. 

you free his hands from their place behind his head, then you immediately find yourself wrapped up so tightly in his arms that you let out a tiny squeak. his thick arms that stretch with the strings of muscles always remind you that the power you have over him, he holds over you just the same. he brings your lips back to his to kiss thanks into your mouth that’s become raw from your musings. 

“i’m not done yet.” you sneer directly into him. 

“i had a feeling.” 

your love knows how to sit and look pretty for you. how to keep his hands to himself and wait just enough for you to make a proper mess of him. even though you don’t see it, he’s infatuated watching you twist over him to the bed table and pick up the cup of water that holds partially melted ice. the sound of the cubes chime against the glass and burns your hand with the cold once you choose the largest of the lot. 

changbin looks at you fearful at first still consumed by your heat which lingers all over his body. you test out the sensation by spreading out your opposite hand first which is wet from the condensation from the glass. 

“ah!” he winces out. 

“too cold?” 

“n-no...” somethings shift in the way that he holds your gaze and the ice quickly melting in your hand. “i-i want it...” 

“you sure?” 

“please don’t make me wait again...” 

the cold from the cube starts to make your fingertips turn numb, but its of no conscious to you when he holds every bit of your attention while you wait for his visceral response. 

he yelps, nearly almost screaming from the mixture of cold and hot that swirls around his body. he grinds his teeth into a groan next to steady himself feeling the tenderness of his nipples next to the freezing cold. you can’t help but stifle a greedy laugh at how downright confused he seems at the two sensations of arousal and biting pain that made him feel even more lightheaded. 

you love the sight of the whites of his eyes when he reaches a kind of euphoria that only you can give him. 

“oooooh god.” he laughs along with you at how preposterously unreal it feels. the little smile that anchors on his mouth is unbelievably cute, and you can’t help but want to feel it on your own. 

you trace circles around and around his buds until they harden just as they had done under your tongue. he shivers too; either from the cold, or from the overload of his senses--it travels from the tip of his head, through his hips and down to his toes. 

“aw, my bun likes this...doesn’t he?” 

“mmm.” 

the ice only lasts a few moments on his chest and between your fingers. after, his chest is left shimmering from the new substance that looks like liquid crystal all over him and where it drips down to the comforter in droplets. 

you shift your attention lower down his stomach where you stop right above his bellybutton to let both of your hands hook under his sweats. you look up for approval, which he eagerly gives with the hastily phrase repeated, “do it, do it.” 

his clothes it the floor in a puddle, and your boyfriend is left bare for you to take in. you indulge in every single part of him that you’ve explored time and time again, but each time it feels renewed. your hands eat up his thighs with covetous squeezes until the crescent-moon shape of your nails decorates him nearly everywhere. they slide up higher, finding the place where his curved and rosy cock bobs waiting for your touch. 

“poor bunny....does it ache when i don’t touch your cute little cock?” you trace a finger up his shaft which causes his body to violently jerk in response. the truth of the matter is, he’s anything but little. 

even when your words turn venomous back on him, he still drinks it up as if it is nectar. 

a wicked chuckle passes by your lips remembering what he had said to you a couple hours before. “can’t you just live one night without it?” 

“n-no--” he stammers, “i-i’m sorry that i said--” 

you silence him with a finger to his lips. “sit up.” 

he does so, trying to gauge what you’re planning to do next. the mystery of it all enthralls him to the point of working his cock up with pearly pre-cum that drips down his length. changbin waits as you reposition yourself behind him, just so he sits flush against your torso and between your legs. 

at first, you trial you hands up and down his thighs to create a show for him. your fingertips tickle him gently where his leg hair grows thin and soft. you then move to massage into his inner thighs and the more intimate erogenous areas there that you claw at. 

“hm. maybe i’ll let you get what you want if you say--” 

your boyfriend’s hands bury themselves into the sheets to grab at anything to provide balance. “--please! please...i’ll say it however many times it takes...” 

you tsk, then nibble into the peachy cartilage of his earlobe. “mm, that’s enough. i’m feeling generous...” 

you wet a stripe of your saliva up your palm and guide it to his length where you give him one good squeeze that is more than enough to send his toes curling. he whimpers out feeling the lack of contact afterward, realizing that one squeeze was all that you were planning. instead, shift your motions toward his tip and his seeping slit. the tip of your index draws rings around it which elicits agonizingly gruff growls from his throat that you’ve only ever heard a couple times before. 

“please, please, please....” he chants. 

you do love the way it sounds. 

his moans become even louder once he feels the tension from your grasp where it returns to his shaft and pumps. in a way, the whole image is just perfect for the both of you: as you peer over his shoulder you can’t even but help feel turned on by the sight of your own hand and how it twists around the throbbing veins that imprint his cock. with your non-dominant hand you continue traversing the squishy and fleshy bits of his thigh. 

your boyfriend laughs out his growing self-indulgence while you work your hand up and down, then experiment with testing him with the ways that you can squeeze harder then softer. changbin throws his head back into your shoulder lazily once he starts to feel his senses slow and intensify the closer that he gets to his release. he shudders against you too, and tightens his body too as he edges himself even closer.

after the distraction that you’ve crafted tugging him up and down and how the twist of your wrist feels like heaven, he jumps still feeling your free hand find its way back up his chest one last time roll his nipple between your fingers. the combination of the two sends him spilling right over the edge and overflowing with a rambling of curses and half-attempted moans coupled with the release of his seed cascading down the back of your hand. 

nearly all of your boyfriend’s weight falls upon you and you giggle trying to deal with your previously cold and stubborn lover reduced to nearly nothing but a limp and euphoric mess in your arms. 

“you okay?” you ask him, peppering tiny kisses into his neck. 

“give me...a minute.” he laughs out too. “i’m just...really...exhausted. but--in a really, really good way.” 

“time to get some rest then?” 

changbin nods, and gives you back as many kisses he can with his neck titled at this somewhat awkward angle. 

“stay right here, hm?” 

you cradle him back to slide out from behind him and work at cleaning yourself off, and them him--he loves obliging if it means that he gets to be pampered with clean clothes and your little massage to his shoulders to get his tensed body relax even more. the blankets get exchanged for new ones and you find him telling you not to put your shirt back on. 

changbin flushes, explaining, “i just like being close like this with you. everyday. any day. i can’t live without it either.” 

you can’t exactly tell who is “holding” who, but it all just feels so peaceful and intimate you almost forgot that you were supposed to be sleeping until the day breaks behind your boyfriend’s shoulder. 

“thank you,” changbin sighs, “thank you for taking care of me.” 

“now start taking care of yourself.” you tease, “don’t overwork yourself, got it?” 

your boyfriend sleepily hums, and tows you right back into his chest. “don’t worry, i have a feeling that i’ll be sleeping in pretty late.” 

~🌹~ 

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[my-mt-heart]

Spitballing here. Yesterday I'd realized while on Discord that as romantic & wonderful as Caryl ridding off into the sunset on the bike is, it's a bit unrealistic("Hold your horses", you say, "It's a fucking zombie show. Suspension of disbelief is key"). I know, I know. Part of me feels like a lot of us have been a little on the nose about this. But hear me out. I mean that as in,

1) the question of fueling the bike(are they going to just be willing to abandon it somewhere?) comes into play. They'd have to settle down & farm large amounts of produce to make enough biofuel, reliably & long term. Even if they were to take a jeep, there's only so much room for fuel, which then takes up room for other supplies.

2) housing, long term, becomes an issue. We know these two can live anywhere. We've seen them survive in tents, barns, caves, prisons, shacks, etc. But tents & tarps take up space. Hoofing it with gear or toting it on a bike is cumbersome. Logistics aside, just because they CAN survive out there, doesn't mean they should have to JUST survive. They've struggled for so long that it doesn't necessarily make sense to me that they'd willingly choose to just barely make it. Which leads me to...

3) Neither have ever been 100% comfortable within the "real world"(post-Fall civilization) because they were both in constant states of personal change & growth, & these places have always been someone else's idea of what life should look like. After over a decade of growth, both individually & as a pair, they've become totally different people, evolving from the outlaw & the mouse to survivors, to broken shells pushing people away, to reluctant leaders dealing with the past, & finally pillars of the community, mirroring eachother the whole way. They & viewers, I feel, are owed something by going on that journey together. Their tandem struggles with self-worth, I don't think, have only served to establish their relationship with eachother & their family over the years. There has to be some kind of acknowledgement of, "you're both better at all of this that anyone, you've been around since the beginning, you KNOW how to do this" with them both finally accepting that they're not only worthy of love, praise, & recognition from themselves, their family, & eachother... But from a world that's working to reestablish itself.

Where am I going with all this? I see the idea of them "running away together" as just that; still running. I think they're BOTH done running. But I think that they're capable of leaving without running. There's been interviews, I believe that say that the intention is to not have it appear as them leaving forever or cutting ties with TF. I believe it's entirely possible that, after all of this, and all of their growth, that when the Commonwealth settles into new leadership(I suspect Mercer, as well) that there's sure to still be plans for expansion & goodwill missions. And I'm obviously not talking about in Lance's way of showing up with an entire fucking army behind him. Both Carol & Daryl have seemed to be happiest & find the most self-worth when they were entrusted to be diplomatic. Carol said in Consumed essentially that the person she'd always wanted to be was who she was at the prison. Daryl was absolutely in his element when he partnered with Aaron to be a scout. And we know that both of them can clock someone & their intentions from a mile away. If the Commonwealth were to want to create an outreach program or need a trusted, boots-on-the-ground source of know-how in establishing (not taking over/colonizing) a successful community, these two, together would be the most logical choice.

This leaves room for them to still have resources available to them so they're not constantly struggling/facing hardships (they've suffered enough, dammit, & the tone of the spinoff is supposed to be different), while ensuring there's still room for conflict, while also acknowledging how far they've both come. They have a future & maybe it's really helping to recreate the world, but better, together.

So what do you think? Can you see them tooling around the country on the Commonwealth's dime helping other people find themselves? Or do you think this is insane 8am ramblings? This was so long lmao. Sorry 💕

I'm just impressed you have this much brain power at 8am haha Let's start with the logistical issues. I totally hear you and wonder the same. Regardless of why Daryl and Carol are out on the open road, it might make a few good plot points to see how they go about finding more fuel or water or whatever when those things aren't readily available. But as far as the writers are concerned, frankly I think it's just about what you already mentioned 1) suspension of disbelief and 2) the knowledge that Daryl and Carol are two of the most resourceful characters on the show and they know how to take care of themselves.

As for the other part of your question, yes I can see them traveling around the country on the CW's dime as a way to honor their growth as characters and symbolically keep them attached to their family and if that's what we're getting then cool. At the heart of it, Daryl and Carol are still just looking for happiness together. That's what I care about. At the same time, I think freeing them from obligations might be a big part of that. It doesn't mean they're regressing. It doesn't mean they don't love their family. It doesn't mean they aren't coming back. They just need some space and freedom to be themselves, to not have to take care of anybody else for a change, to not have to be part of any system. I know it gives some people anxiety to think they're leaving everything behind. I don't see it that way. The only reason they're able to get on that bike is because they know they aren't needed. Everybody they love will be safe and thriving by the time they leave. I like to think of their adventure as a honeymoon even if it's not a literal one.

[immaculatetfs]

Hey! I have a story idea. What if a group of bros decide to go cow tipping on a farm and the farmer is a wizard. He stops them and attaches cow bells to their necks slowly transforming them into cows. Their utters produce muscle milk which he sells in stores.

Can do (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

                                                     Muscle milk

*Animal TF*

Jaques Caleb and Chad had been best friends since starting school together. All three had been quick to meet on the football field, their loud, immature humour making the trio thick as thieves, all the while making the rest of their classmates dismiss them as egg-headed and obnoxious, stereotypical jocks. This bond between these three only strengthened as they grew into their late teens.They spent most of their time together either working out, playing football or partying. There was a rumour that back in the 50’s there had been a tradition for highschool leavers to go cow tipping on their last day, a practice that had been outlawed after perpetrators had mysteriously disappeared. Perhaps it was this that gave Caleb the notion at the school ball afterparty.

“YOOOOO BROOOO We should go cow tipping Broo” he slured

“What? Nah bro well miss the party” replied Chad as he made out with his girlfriend

“WeRe gOnnA MIss ThE pArTY, nah man. It's gonna be a RIOT. Don't you wanna uphold the Greenfield tradition?” Mocked Caleb

“Nah man, come with us , it's gonna be HILARIOUS” Jaques chimed in

“Ugh you guys are such idiots. Seeya babe” Chad gave his girlfriend one last long kiss and the trio left the party’s smell of deodorant and booming music, their heads swimming  with fireball and beer and mouths chuckling as Caleb made ribald remarks of what they would do to the unsuspecting cows.

They chose a field that was about 20 minutes away from their school that just scraped the outskirts of town. They believed that nobody would be looking out as the last caught tipping was ages ago, but still wanted a quick escape. 

After climbing over the wire fence, the three made their way up a hill to the nearest heftier, a large cow with swollen udders and belly, likely late in the stages of pregnancy. 

“Nah guys we shouldn't do this, it's wrong” said Chad, having sobered up on his walk there, but both of his mates ignored him entirely as they usually did. The two snuck up to the side of the slumbering animal, creeping up until they had hands right against her hide. 

Caleb looked left to Jaques, who gave him a stupid grin.

“One……..”

Twooooooooooo”

“STOP” a deep, mature voice commanded. They  froze. Behind them a man had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere

“What are y’all doing on my property this time’a night” he said in a thick southern drawl

“You kids doin’ some cow tipping?”

They were unable to move, each standing like statues in the cold, night air.

“My bad, y'all can move now” he waved his hand

Suddenly they could breathe again

“Sir, We didn't do anything!” pleaded Jaques

“Yeah sir! Nothing!” Caleb paroted 

The stranger sighed. Well I ca……..

“Well do anything, just don't call the cops on us! I have a scholarship and iy that happens...!” Caleb cried out, interupting

For a moment there Caleb thought he saw a sinister sparkle in the strangers eye, but it  was gone as fast as it had appeared, if it was ever there at all

“Well i've been needing work done round here recently, how's that sound?”

The sobered younger men agreed, reasoning  it was better shovel some hay than get caught breaking the law.

“Great, Follow me” 

He led the group to a large shed, heavy with the pungent smell of animals. They could hear cows mooing

I’ll need y’all to stick these round yer necks” the farmer pointed to three huge, steel cowbells, attached to leather harnesses that laying together on the barn floor.

“What?” exclaimed Caleb

“Put it on or do I need to tell the cops what I saw tonight?” the man said darkly

Begrudgingly, the three men lifted up the heavy metal bells and clasped them around their necks, struggling with the weight. 

“Don't we need better fitting ones? This is almost down to my belly button, and it's so heavy as shit!” complained Jaques

“Oh that's gonna right itself now don't you worry kid” the man clicked his fingers and all three of the jocks began to feel queasy. “Now y’all will stay here now wont you? I need to go get some things.” The man walked out of the barn, followed by an *click* as the door was locked.

The three jocks looked at each other, a mixture of fear and confusion on each of their faces. 

Suddenly, Caleb moaned.

“Oh guys, I feel really fucking weird” he said. He felt his balls tight against the fabric of his underpants, and when he looked down he could swear his bulge was bigger

“Guys, what’s happening?” His bulge was definitely getting bigger

“I don't know, but it's happening to me as well!” Jaques stared in horror as his sack grew with exponential speed until became so large it was visible against his baggy workout shorts 

“Ohhhh” moaned Caleb as his jeans tore apart with a RIIIP and his engorged sack spilled out, exposing himself for all his bros to see. 

Bonus pic

“What the fuck is that!” he exclaimed “It looks like a, a …”

“An udder”

Behind them, the farmer had returned with two buckets in hand. He was grinning

“The fuck is happening? I thought we were just gonna shovel some shit and be done?” the panic was clear in Caleb’s voice

“Never said nothing ‘bout that, told y’all that I needed work done. I ain't had no new muscle milk cows for a while, bout time I got myself a breeding pair or two” he smirked at the terrified jocks

“Speaking of” he looked over at Chad, who was growing a bulge of an entirely different sort than Caleb and Jaques. While their balls swelled to inhuman size, his member was growing longer and longer while his balls dropped lower and lower. His dick’s tip thinned, losing its mushroom-shape and becoming slender and pointed. Chad stared at his new member in horror, “I'm becoming a Bull” 

“There's a smart kid! and what are thems bout to be?”

“C..Cows''

The stranger walked over to Caleb, grabbed his member and gave it a firm tug. Orgasmic pleasure rolled over Caleb as thick musky cum squirted out his erect cock from his full sack, causing him to moan

“Hear that? yer gonna be a cow. Looks like you two are coming along nicely, rest of yer new nipples should be coming bout now”

And so they did, pushing out of the two jocks swollen new udders emerged round fleshy nipples, each was a size and thickness that made indistinguishable from what had been their loved cocks.

With the udders fully formed, the farmer tugged the two shell shocked jocks over buckets, his skilled hands milking them simultaneously. At first, hot jets of thick white pungent cum squirted out of their udders, but as the rhythmic tugging and squeezing and massaging continued, the content of these spurts became thinner and turned pink until what they excreted was entirely warm, creamy, muscle milk. The farmer dipped his finger into the liquid for a taste. Satisfied,  he then took the entire bucket and chugged, with each gulp his already toned frame grew harder and harder, his muscles expanding. “ ahh always best fresh.” he exclaimed, wiping his mouth of the warm, rich, creamy substance. 

the already muscular jocks began to bulk as well, though not solely with muscle. Their stomachs, pecs and asses swelled bulbously with muscle that was then smothered with a thick layer of wobbling fat. This expansion left the clothes of the men as little more than rags. Their fingers merged together, nails thickening and darkening as their thumbs sunk into their hands, all the while the same was happening to their feet concealed by their worn sneakers. Soon in place of hands and feet, the jocks had hooves 

As his body bulked up further, Caleb’s centre of gravity began to change. For a precious few seconds he wobbled and flailed, until ungraceful falling onto all fours. Try as he might, he would never again stand up. Jaques had better luck, keeping balance until he felt a harsh shove on his thick muscle ass and he too fell on his new hooves, humiliated.

Chad’s bull cock had been hard and throbbing all the while watching this, pumping him to the brim with raging bull hormones. He was overcome by the tide of  testosterone, surrendering to base animal instinct. Nothing mattered save eating sleeping and fucking. Gone was all of his higher brain functions His body expanded thicker and thicker as he grew to a size that put his two  bros to shame. From his head he felt a splitting pain as horns flushed out through his skin. No longer capable of speech, he roared in pain, a sound that deepened as it went on, becoming entirely animal as his vocal chords rearranged. He fell onto all fours, his feet and hands having been replaced with hooves and raw muscle.

As all three stood on all fours, the transformation accelerated. They felt as their organs rearranged in their massive bellies, their stomach splitting into five chambers as to better digest huge amounts of food. They lost control of their bowles, leaving piles of filth behind the widened holes. The taints of Jaques and Caleb sucked into their bodies, changing into the fertile wombs of muscle milk cows. The pheromones that they released drove the new bull into a frenzy and he mounted Caleb, who had only moments before been his best bro.

“I’ll leave you three too it, see ya tomorrow bright an early for milking” the farmer left the barn, not even bothering to even close the door. 

The skin of the young men began changing, it hardened, thickening into a rough and thick hide as short, pink hair sprouted across it. The last thing to change was their heads, noses moistened, becoming wide flat across their faces, eyelashes grew and hair fell from their heads. The men’s ears elongated into cow ears, being covered with the same hair that was now thick across their bodies. Their mouths pushed out, becoming snouts as their screams of lust as they mated lowered to base, animalistic grunts, moans then finally moo’s. Finally, Jaques and Caleb began to lose their minds, Chad having already succumbed to his base animal lust. Memories of being human disappeared from them, lives at school and at home, their crushes, their best and worst games everything was replaced with memories of gorging on grass, being milked (or mounting) and restfully sleeping in the barn. 

Despite this, there is evidently still present a bond between the three .The two new cows are inseparable. The same might be said of our new bull, though his mind would treat anything with a hole as an intimate friend

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