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yourftmfriend · 2 days
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you know those subs w a reputation??
like a teacher or smth where they're usually in a position of authority, but then they meet you. they're stumbling over their words and failing miserably to hide their blush while grasping at straws to hold onto that authority they're so used to.
THOSE MAKE ME SO DOWN BAD!! they can handle any situation and hold their ground, but the second you walk into the room, they're practically whimpering already. SMASHES MY WALL. FUCK THATS SO CUTE BRO.
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TOO WEAK 4 ME. | RAMBLES
warnings: sexual content!!
I have an INKLING of suspicion of who you are BUT I won't question it...
sub strict professor who’s well-known for a striking appearance, exuding a commanding presence and professionalism. He is a gentleman who consistently maintains a professional demeanor, having such seriousness in his work that others find it challenging to speak to him. Yet despite his aloofness, or perhaps because of it, he remains an object of desire—and maybe intensifying the longing for his affection.
sub strict professor who KNOWS many, many people find him attractive. He’s lost count of how many times people have confessed to him, the countless chocolates, teddy bears, and love letters that pile up his desk whenever an event like valentines happen. In the end, he doesn’t pay much mind to the gifts other than the letters; he usually gives the chocolate and teddy bears to charities and reads some of the love letters out of curiosity. A man so used to being squealed over gazed with the love-filled (yet lustful) eyes of his students and colleagues alike.
sub strict professor who was attending a formal party, a friendly gathering he thought was tiresome. He became increasingly irritated, his gaze fixed on an older professor shamelessly flirting with him. Swearing under his breath, he readies to excuse himself from the tedious interaction. However, his name was called out by a colleague, and rather than looking at the colleague, his eyes flickered only to land on you. And oh god, did his knees feel weak, his palms growing sweaty, and his heart raced so loudly he feared it would betray his composure.
sub strict professor who clings desperately to his dignity, exerting every ounce of effort to maintain his professional demeanor. He clutches onto the tattered remains of his authority, recalling a time when he stood firm even under pressure, basking in the admiration and longing gazes of those around him. Oh, how he missed the days when his mere presence commanded silence, causing others to either grow silent or stumble over their words. And yet, whenever it comes to you? All that professionalism and composure of his gets thrown out of the window. He becomes just like them.
sub strict professor who couldn’t stop thinking about ever since that day, whenever he finds himself in an interaction with you, it always ends with him having a flustered face. As the days pass and he continues meeting you, coincidental meetings turn into pleasant conversations. He couldn’t stop it—countless times he recalls your attractive features, countless times he finds himself flustered by you, countless times he bucked his hips into his hands to the thought of you. He felt a faint sense of guilt, yet the pleasure was undeniable.
sub strict professor who ends up in a drunken make-out session with you after you two had met in a bar by chance. He felt like nothing else made sense, only thinking about what’s happening right now. The kisses grew more fervent as seconds flew past, fueled by the deep-seated hunger that had been fuming for too long. His hands trace the contours of your face, feeling your seemingly perfect features under his fingertips. The heat intensifies with every stolen breath, every movement eliciting a pleasurable shudder from him. Letting out wanton moans, he loses himself from the feeling of your intertwined tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. He felt himself gaining goosebumps from the sensation of your hands exploring his body, caressing and fondling.
sub strict professor who can't forgive himself after that day. The sinful desires that burned throughout the whole night engulfed his entire apartment; the persistent memories flooded his mind. He tries his best to forget that night… but the way your hands handled him with such gentleness then turned to roughness as the night continued. Every time he looked at his kitchen counter, he remembered you lapping at his insides—so hungrily yet so drunkenly. He shakes his head in embarrassment at the thought until his eyes land on his couch, and he can vividly remember the sensations he felt, his face being pushed down onto the plush material, the uncomfortable feeling of his legs being pushed down from your weight, the feeling of his walls being violated over and over again. Fuck, he’s thinking about you again.
sub strict professor who tries to avoid you. He always leaves the room (if able to) whenever you enter, excusing himself from conversations whenever you suddenly appear, glancing at everything but you. It was clear that he was yet nobody else noticed, noting it as his usual disinterest but you noticed. And then you confronted him by looming over him at his desk, effectively trapping him onto his seat in the empty staffroom.
sub strict professor being pulled into the janitor’s closet. His beautifully flushed face had clear tear stains, both old and new, accompanied with drool coming from the corner of his mouth. His hand tightly clamp around his mouth, trying his best to not make any sound as you eat him out. Your tongue skillfully exploring at his insides, his thighs quivering. His felt himself sweating excessively from the heat of the small closet and this scenario. Truth be told, he felt himself get harder at the thought of being caught in such a scandalous position with you. He lets out inaudible gasps and whines, almost letting out a loud moan from time to time. His head was so hazy and he couldn’t procure any thoughts, like a dumb whore. When you were done, he was EXHAUSTED yet he remembered how possessive your voice became when you boldly stated he was yours. He got a hard again, oopsie.
sub strict professor who, needless to say, starts quietly whimpering whenever you’re in the room with him. His eyes downcasted in a submissive attitude, yet he slightly becomes a little provocative with his every action. He gazes at you as if asking for your validation, expectantly and wide-eyed. He tries to hold his composure, though, especially when he’s teaching, but he can’t help but stammer a few times and make small mistakes. Sometimes, when he’s seated, he’ll rub his thighs together while glancing at you, not-so-friendly thoughts resurfacing his mind.
He’s under pressure when you’re there, he only wants to show you how good he is at teaching (and apparently, in teasing you too; he got his ass fucked hard)
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yourftmfriend · 2 days
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yourftmfriend · 3 days
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Seeing strong men cry makes me want to take care of them
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yourftmfriend · 3 days
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Service top appreciation
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yourftmfriend · 4 days
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Oui😍😍😍
Why no steven grant fics
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julian!! what’s everybody get you for ur bday?
Asra - a raven onesie
Nadia - a gift card for a massage
Portia - a book of recipes from Nevivon and a meal prepping kit
Muriel - forgot
Lucio - the plague
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yourftmfriend · 4 days
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“Are you a top or a bottom” actually I’m the guy sitting in the corner, watching the top and bottom fuck, telling the bottom how well he’s taking it, or praising the top on how well he’s fucking the bottom, chuckling at the way the bottom is humping the sheets in a pathetic attempt to give his dick some relief or challenging the top to see see how long he can go without blowing his load inside a tight wet hole
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yourftmfriend · 4 days
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LMAOO
everything I play reminds me of him
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yourftmfriend · 4 days
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This is so real
Gaz' porn search is just
Chubby girl porn
Chubby girlfriend porn
Eating chubby girlfriend out
Chubby girl x soldier porn
Chubby girl x strong guy porn
Fucking chubby girlfriend first time
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yourftmfriend · 4 days
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okok hear me out (@rodolfoparras thank you for having an amazing community that gives me inspo)
you and price being the dilfs of 141 (in a relationship) and gaz pining after both of you. he feels guilty because he doesn't wanna be a homewrecker but little does he know you and price feel the same.
you guys don't act on it outright, instead teasing him with gentle touches, and a little extra praise that has his whole body on fire.
it stays that way for a while until gaz is tasked with coming to get you both and accidentally walks in on you fucking price's brains out. you don't make any moves to stop or slow down. instead inviting him to join.
there were definitely eyebrows raised when both gaz and price come in walking funny and you having a smug look on your face.
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yourftmfriend · 5 days
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Why no steven grant fics
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➜﹒★ ﹒spice up your life ~ dom!makima x sub!male reader
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▹﹒✶ synopsis: you go on a first date with a cute girl that's a friend of a friend. it goes well, but once you get to her apartment she... changes? ᨓ ♡ warnings: smut, non-con, dom!makima, male!reader, submission, pet names, modern au, manipulative!makima, some drinking, overstimulation, -> a/n: this was a request from an irl friend!! sorry if it's unexpected !! :p
your friend sets you up on a blind date, and as you go in, you're not expecting much. blind dates are blind for a reason right? there must be something she's hiding... when you are guided to the table that makima reserved for you both, you're floored. prior to what you thought, she's quite beautiful. her eyes laser focus on you in an instant as soon as you approach the table. you strike up conversation with her, and she's very fun to talk to, albeit a bit shy at first. the both of you go on for a few hours, getting to know each other's basic likes and dislikes, past, and interests. you feel like you've really gripped an understanding of this girl. you already trust her and feel like you have a connection, which you would soon realize is a fatal mistake. it's around 11pm when you're walking makima home, and you're walking side by side. you are both giddy, giggling like school girls. you would normally try to hold back laughter like this, but you had loosened up around her. you reach her house and she stops to turn around and look at you. "would you like to... come in?" she asks. "yes." you say, breathlessly. she sits you down in her neatly decorated living room, fixing you a drink in the kitchen. she passes it to you, and when you take a swig, you wince. it's strong. the two of you both drink your individual clear liquids - you would figure out later that makima was merely drinking water - and you begin to feel a bit giddy. you hadn't had a date go this good in a long time! you wore a giant grin when she leaned in to kiss you softly. the kiss was pleasant, until she got rough and harshly grabbed your shoulder and bit your lip. you whimpered and tried to pull back, but she wouldn't let you go. "where are you going, puppy?" she ripped off your shirt and began to take off your pants when you stopped her and said, "please don't, th-this is going too fast for me." "aw, you think you have a choice?" she replied, smiling wide. you didn't want to push her further and ruin this first date with her, because you really liked her outside of this. she was genuinely entertaining and funny. you allowed her to take off your pants, though a bit clumsily in your tipsy state. she rubbed the outline of your already growing erection and cupped your balls while looking at you. the intimacy made you shy away from looking at her, but she pulled your head back to make sure you looked at her as she slipped off her jeans and sat on top of you. you sat against the couch, breathing heavily as she pulled down your underwear to free your cock. she pulled her panties to the side and began to sink down onto your cock slowly. she put both arms on the sides of your head and held it in place as to make sure you don't turn away. makima softly moaned as she took in more of you, and you believed the sound to be heavenly. once she was fully seated, she began to ride you at a fast, but consistent pace. she maintained consistent as she grabbed your head and forced you to look down. you watched your cock disappear and reappear as she bounced up and down on you. "isn't it so beautiful?" she asked, and you shook your head yes. she brought her hand down to rub her clit and she moaned out. her walls clenched around you to signal she was close to an orgasm. your cock twitched inside her, and she told you not to cum yet. "you have to save your stamina!" she said. "how long was she planning to go on?" you asked in your head. makima rubbed her clit faster and she came around your cock, her pace slowing as she rode out her orgasm. she moaned out loudly as she began to feel overstimulated, but picked up her pace again. makima wasn't planning to stop any time soon. ~
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yourftmfriend · 6 days
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Oh power imbalances are very much a real thing in professor student relationships but what if you take that dynamic and play around with it specifically in the fictive world, where the professor is the tormented and the student is somewhat of a tormentor.
Thinking about a grumpy old man of a professor yearning after you, a much younger student in his class whiles you see him as nothing but a plaything in your never ending collection.
Thinking about getting the sweet professor to do the most embarrassing things because if he obeys and does as you say, you’ll fuck him right? Thinking about getting the older man to tell you what’s on his mind, when he sees you in class, spewing lewd words he’d never used before til his face burns and he can’t look you in the eyes anymore, getting him so hard and promptly urging him to jerk off before the lecture starts only to watch in amusement as he scramble to clean himself up before the students start rolling in, growing more amused as you spot the cum stains on his pants and the way the buttons on his dress shirt lay undone.
Thinking about telling him to show up to uni in a lingerie of your choice and with a couple of toys, frail fabric neatly hidden under appropriate work attire, cock and tits restrained in fabric dyed your favorite color and with a plug buried in his ass riling him up through racy texts maybe even through glances and whispered words til his cock is painfully hard and he has to sneak away to his car to jerk off, hastily crawling over to the passenger seat in broad daylight before wrapping a hand around his cock uncaring of the teachers and students that might catch him in such a lewd act.
Thinking about letting him tell you or show you how much he wants you, down on all four, with your big cock shoved down his throat, fat tears trickling down his cheeks drool dripping down his chin and using his hand for where his mouth can’t reach, wanting to prove to you just how well he can take your cock or even having you cum in his morning coffee and watch him eagerly drink it up, just to prove how much he wants you, going as far as to record moments like these, making sure to cut out his face but keeping his pretty lips in frame and showing it to anyone who’s interested
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yourftmfriend · 8 days
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the patient fisherman
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trans ! will graham / top male reader
afab will graham, riding, choking, hair-pulling, spanking, overstimulation
his hand found your throat easily, wantingly. it was will graham's way, always, to keep his violence at the ready. as much as he was your rude southern gentleman when you were sipping cheap whiskey on the porch, he had teeth that craved to tear at flesh and gnaw bone; especially now, sat on your thighs with his shirt open and falling off of his otherwise bare body, rising and falling slowly enough to match his breathing. he was a fisherman, willing to wait for a snap, even with gasping moans being drawn from him near unwittingly with each stab of your dick inside him.
nails, trimmed short, raked up his back and fisted into the hair at the back of his neck. curls tangled across your fingers. a ragged grin slashed its way across will's face and he grunted, moving faster and clenching around your cock. he fell forward, movements devolving into frantic humping in an attempt to reach his climax. his own nails dug into the sides of your throat and seemed to try to draw blood.
you kept one dextrous hand playing with his clit, thumbing over it in easy, fluid, motions even as pain spiked through your system. your other hand fell hard from his hair to hit hard against his ass cheeks, bare and bouncing as he rode you, suddenly desperate. will cried out and ground down further against your other palm at the slap, squeezing deliciously around your cock; the tight, deep heat fluttering before pressing hard. his legs, coarse with hair, pressed hard into your outer thighs and he grovelled in your ear, 'I'm going to cum, keep going, fuck —'
his whole body tensed up and he whined, loud and clear even over the suddenly unsteady rhythm of the rise and fall of his chest. his hole clamped around you and his teeth dug into your shoulder to muffle his cries as he came with a rush of slick.
the body weight on top of yours went slack and will turned into a mess of tears as you continued to use him, lifting his hips to keep him moving even after he stopped. the patient fisherman was selfish after he caught his fill, but you wanted your take as well. his hand around your throat tightened as you pushed his peak further and further past its edge. it was the lightheadedness paired with the clamping of his walls around you that finally pushed you over your own edge and will pawed at you as you came inside him, pumping him full and holding him down against you.
he panted, that same knife slash smile back again, shameless with his head tilted back, still panting softly, 'I'm gonna start to think you like it if you keep letting me choke you like that.'
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Elizabeth Sweetheart, “The Green Lady” Kitten Kay Sera, “The Pink Lady” Ella London, “The Yellow Lady” Sandra Ramos, “The Purple Lady” Zorica Rebernik, “The Red Lady”
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