#fuck ur ribbons and ur pearls

[interlagosed]

Lando gifting himself some spicy lingerie cause Carlos would never ask

It was hard not to admire himself. Lando had been given to more and more vanity since being with Carlos. He didn’t hate it; it was nice to feel confident in himself, his looks, the knowledge that he could make Carlos fucking Sainz fold for him. And Carlos folded for him no matter what—but Lando liked the game of it all, trying different things to see what would make Carlos fold the fastest, or fold in the most dramatic way, or fold in the most unexpected way.

He wasn’t sure which category this particular surprise was going to be in. It had taken a little bit of prep and a lot of thought. Ultimately, he had decided on the when and how:

-come to the bathroom when ur home

-want me to bring anything?

-wine? snacks?

-i will definitely bring my appetite

-ur gross

-😉🤪😘

He texted like an old man, but Lando loved him anyway.

So Lando prepared while he waited for Carlos to get home from the airport. He really did hope Carlos brought snacks because Lando hadn’t done any of the shopping; he was busy shaving his fucking legs.

He had run the jacuzzi in their bathroom when he’d gotten the “five minutes away” text from Carlos. It was a matter of setting himself on the lip of the tub as enticingly as possible. He felt a little silly, but it would be worth it.

Oh, god, he hoped Carlos would like it.

It was too late to dwell. Lando heard, distantly, the main door close. Heart pounding, he waited. And waited. And waited.

What was taking him so long?

Right when Lando was on the cusp of yelling a pointed remark, he heard a bounding up the stairs and quickly righted himself. He took a deep breath.

Within moments, Carlos appeared, walking through their closet towards the bathroom with a big tray. He was grinning ear to ear, a Santa hat on his head, the tray laden with snacks, a bottle of champagne, and two flutes filled to the brim.

Lando smiled back magnanimously. Carlos opened his mouth to speak and then came to a pause so hard upon properly seeing Lando that the bottle of champagne wobbled.

“Careful, daddy,” Lando purred, feeling heat rise in his stomach.

Carlos’ expression was one of shock. Then, slowly, it melted into something altogether hotter. His eyes were molten, his grip on the tray white-knuckled. And Lando could see what Carlos saw just then: Lando, sitting at the edge of the jacuzzi, flanked by candles; Lando, with little sparkly pearls in his hair, wearing a red silk robe that slipped off a shoulder to reveal one nipple and a sliver of stomach; Lando, one leg crossed over the just so, weight resting on one palm just so, looking up at Carlos with wide eyes.

Lando, his legs adorned up to the thighs with delicate, creamy lace stockings. Lando, wearing matching lace panties that hid absolutely nothing, enclosed on either side with tasteful white ribbons.

Lando pouted at Carlos, who was all but staring.

“Didn’t you miss me?”

“Lando,” Carlos whispered.

“I just wanted to be pretty for you.”

“Lando.”

“It’s Christmas, you know.”

“Happy Christmas,” Carlos mumbled obediently.

Lando laughed and readjusted himself so Carlos could see more of him. The robe fell open in earnest, and Lando watched Carlos’ eyes fall to the panties, the stockings. He set the tray aside on a counter with a slight, clumsy clatter.

“Well? What do you think?” Lando asked, trailing his finger along one stockinged leg.

“I think,” Carlos said, his voice rough and fuck, Lando felt every resolve melt, “you should bend over for me right now.”

Lando laughed, suddenly fluid with relief and wanting, and discarded the robe entirely. Carlos made a soft noise at the sight, and another still when Lando bent over the jacuzzi, looking back at him.

“Yes, daddy.”

When Carlos approached, fully clothed to Lando’s barest, fakest modesty, he didn’t even bother unlacing the panties. He just gently, carefully pulled his panties to the side, and Lando gasped as he felt Carlos’ tongue against his asshole.

It turned out Carlos definitely brought his appetite.

#hibi answers #hibi writes #carlando headcanons #hibi holikinks #not proofread! #merry chrysler

[hystericstar]

saw ur sub virgin sidon and it is *chef's kiss* !!!

If it's all good, I'd like to ask for a virgin sidon too but on his first heat/rut!! Up to you if you want him to be the sub or dom but sloppy desperate sidon is all I need

‼️‼️He whimpers and whines 🗣🗣🗣

anyways, here you go 🤭

! MDNI !

“So tight. So pretty. More. Need more.” His hips repeatedly slammed into yours roughly. He hugged you close, breathing in your intoxicating scent the entire time. Each new bead of sweat got licked clean off immediately. The Zora king had been using you like a toy for hours. Every thrust squeezed more and more of his cum out of you, but at this point, neither of you could care.

His body had felt abnormally hot for about a week now, so when you had initially offered to help relieve him he was more than willing. However, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him. He had never experienced anything like this before, leaving him with little to no control over himself. Countless meetings have been delayed due to his absence yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s balls deep inside you, leaving bruises and hickeys everywhere he could reach.

“S-Sidon! Please…slow down-!” You were a wailing, crying mess. You had been, for the last two and a half hours. Every time you looked, your stomach swelled more and more with his seed, and his strikingly large dick didn’t help either. “So full.” You couldn’t help but pant. “So good! You feel so good. I can’t- I can’t get enough.” His voice trembled in your ear. He was equally overstimulated, but it felt so good he needed more.

Tears of his own began forming. “I-I can’t stop. Hah my pearl…I’m so- ahn! so sorry.” Sidon truly felt so guilty. He promised he’d try to contain himself but he just couldn’t. He was anxious to hear your opinion on this once this forsaken rut ended. You on the other hand, we’re having a ball. Sidon fucking you silly was the best thing you could’ve possibly ever asked for. You knew that under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t dare treat you as rough as this- especially not with any breaks. So for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight? Yes please!

The rhythm of his hips suddenly began to stutter, a clear indicative that he was growing close to yet another orgasm. Sidon threw his head back, roughly pulling you back into him by the hips over and over again, silently telling himself that this was the last time. At least, for the night it was.

You felt him twitch inside of you as you arched your back. The pillow below you had formed a puddle of drool in reminder of your mouth being agape in pure ecstasy for most of the night. “A-ah! My love!” Sidon pulled out of you, hot ribbons of cum painting your back. He knew if he finished inside you once more, the feeling might overwhelm you more so than you clearly already are. Beads of your combined fluids spilled out and made their way down your leg. The king simply admired you, all the while working through the feeling of his heartbeat resonating through his body. He was no fool to the way your legs trembled slightly. ‘Job well done’ he simply thought. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

~《☆♡•°•°♡☆》~

sorry for the slow updates! Motivation suddenly left me lol. This one was sitting unfinished in my drafts for a while, simply because I didn’t really like the way it came out. Nonetheless, I finished it! I’m about to go to bed so it isn’t really proofread, so please forgive me if you come across any mistakes while reading. Thank you for requesting!

#loz x reader #loz x reader smut #sidon x reader smut #prince sidon x reader smut #king sidon #king sidon x reader #king Sidon x reader smut

[nacaharachuya]

Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

#asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazai #chuuya #silver soul #my writing #boycaca #boy caca art is so juicy AGAIN

[iloveyouphillipmorris]

saw ur pearl tags omg... ur so real. also a little tip! whenever i look for movie gifs i always type 'filmedit' after the name of the movie hehe 🫶🏻 might help

THANK YOU……… it was such an amazing movie with such striking colour grading, transitional artistry, contrast, & overall delivery of the story. it rly feels like a beautifully coordinated christmas gift . like when the vintage-looking wrapping paper matches the crispness of the trees and ribbons from your grandma’s attic, even down to other senses aside from the visual i can feel and smell and taste every bit of it. i adore everything about it, i could have watched it for another two hours.

and then it fucking sucks to go into the tag and see all that coquette shit. Like ya’ll are ABSURD!!!! pearl probably ate candlesticks as a kid!!! she hates her surroundings and her life, she killed bugs with a magnifying glass!!!! set fire to the chicken coop!!!!

ANYWAYS I LOVE U ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#replies

[kshira]

hellooo i love ur header omg <3 deidara 💖🥺

also i saw you reqs are open how about shirabu and lacy lingerie?

hi! & thank u <3 & yessss shirabu supremacy 👏🏻

shirabu + lingerie

t//w; f!reader, 18+ content, smut & cursing

“oh kenjirō~” you chime out walking into shirabu’s study, your body dressed with see-through lace adorned with pure whites stretching to your curves and frilly ribbons placed in impeccable places.

“what do you want?” shirabu deadpans hunched over his desk engrossed in medical paperwork, the sounds of the pencil dragging over papers never ceasing even when you walk closer to his position draping your bare arms over his shoulders.

he stills once the expensive lace brushes his skin, taking his cinnamon orbs to your face holding an innocent smile you nonchalantly look over his papers while dressed like that.

“fuck” shirabu mutters out spinning in his chair to pull you in his lap, guiding his hands over the lace and frills and toying with the paper thin material hoarding your perked buds, he raises you in his lap to let your legs spill over between his waist—a much easier access for him to your sensitive neck amongst the other places pulsing.

“do you like it?” your voice is sinful whispering in his ear grinding on his growing cock, he doesn’t answer instead moves his hands to your waist to rub down on him harder while his tongue drags saliva trails up your neck.

he leaves you breathless conquering your neck with his swollen lips leaving no spot without a bruise or bite, he keeps a grinding pace with a hand on the dip of your side and for the other hand it dances with the pearl lace stitched to your body.

a spring coiling through between your legs started to feel painful—you wanted relief from it to feel shirabu inside you and you wouldn’t mind him painting your body the color of what you were wearing but you also noticed shirabu was caught up in devouring your body with the obscenely indecent lace.

“want you to fuck me please..” your lips turn to a pout locking eyes with shirabu, he works his mouth slowly around the bud engulfing it lace and all—shirabu shifts to stand up pulling you to the bed with him.

once he falls to the bed you straddle back on him, you begin jerking the lace free from your body impatiently, just wanting shirabu in you but he’s quick to yank your hand away.

“keep it on” his jaw is tight eyeing down your movements he grabs both your hands with his and pulls you down to his level.

“everything?” your voice stammers, shirabu nods back pulling his hardened cock free to stroke it a couple of times.

“every fucking thing”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #shirabu x reader #shirabu smut #shirabu kenjiro x reader #kenjiro shirabu #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! #hq imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! smut #shirabu scenarios #shirabu kenjirō #shirabu drabble #shirabu icons #shirabu hcs #hq shirabu #haikyuu!! shirabu #shirabu x you #shirabu x y/n #haikyuu requests #hq headcanons #hq

[persefone88]

10 + 1 Wangxian Recs - Theme Sex Work

I am currently mostly in MDZS (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster od Demonic Cultivation) fandom. And fully and wholeheartily shipping Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian. And since I have collected 2000+ Wangxian bookmarks on AO3 I thought it was high time to pick out some of my favourite fics to Recommend. But since it is hard to pic just a few I decided to separate them into themes.

This theme is fics where sex work such as prostitution, camming, porn or sugar daddies is central to the plot.

But rest assured these are fics with little to non actual WWX/Others or LWJ/Others

Impulse Spending by mondengel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31971652

Summary:Lan Wangji needs some money. Lan Xichen is happy to provide.

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32645620

Summary:Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue.Conversely:Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26241559

Summary:The picture is of Wei Ying, that much is clear. It’s of a lot more of Wei Ying than Lan Zhan is used to seeing. He supposes that, technically, Wei Ying is dressed. It’s a bare technicality, since one of Wei Ying’s hands has rucked up his black tank top practically to his collarbone, showing a long expanse of abdomen and one nipple. Sweat beads on his sternum, catching the light like jewels. His other hand is--Lan Zhan feels his eyes widen, as though unable to look away from a train wreck--on his hip, one thumb tugging down the waistband of a pair of red briefs. Wei Ying is biting his lower lip and looking directly into the camera, sultry, his eyes dark and inviting. His erection is obvious, outlined against the red of the briefs and framed carefully with the hand on his hip. Lan Zhan’s brain goes wildly, screamingly blank.Or: Lan Zhan accidentally finds his best friend's OnlyFans account and has an ongoing emotional crisis.

just go with the flow (last thing we should do is go slow) by cakeswrites

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28474443

Summary:Wei WuXian, on the downside of luck and flat fucking broke, takes a stab in the dark by creating a profile on a website looking for a sugar daddy (at the suggestion of Nie Huaisang, because of fucking course this is his idea of helping). He doesn’t expect much beyond the typical grab-assing of gross old men like he’s read about on the net so many times, so it’s the shock of a lifetime when his profile garners the attention of none other than esteemed philanthropist, Lan WangJi. Wei WuXian is skeptical and hesitant - after all what the actual fuck could he have in common with such a fuddy duddy? - but soon finds himself ensconced in a tryst that will knock the wind out of his lungs as he unveils the dark interests lurking just beneath Lan WangJi’s calm surface. Throw in the high society scandal of being the disowned child of the prestigious Jiang clan publicly on the arm of the second master of Lan, and things are getting quickly out of hand.

Temptation's Mask by threerings

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23490808

Summary:Lan Wangji stumbles upon a gorgeous, enchanting, submissive camboy that quickly becomes something of an obsession. But when they run into one another in public, revealing both their identities, will it lead to more?

there's a song that i still hear faintly by TheGirlWithTheKite

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28386201

Summary:Lan Wangji slid open the door, and the usual scent of sandalwood did not greet him. Instead, floral notes came. As he stepped further into his home, he turned towards the incense pit and his breath caught as he saw the person tending to the tea kettle. His hair was pulled back and up onto his head. A large Lan flower headpiece in the center, with pearl tipped pins adorning the sides of the arrangement. His face was mostly kept clear of paints. Pearls hung from his ears, around his neck, and off his wrists. His robes were in a soft Omegan blue with red accents that looked beautiful against his tan skin. But the most beautiful thing was the smile breaking out across his face. “Lan-gege! I did not think you would arrive so soon, or I would have been ready!” Despite the radiant beauty of his face, to where he could have been mistaken for a female Omega, his voice was deep. That of a man. “Lan-er-gege,” Lan Wangji said before he could stop the words from tumbling out his traitorous mouth. “I am the second son.” The Omega blinked and then smiled wildly again. “Alright, Lan-er-gege. You may call this one A-Ying.”

Shared Space by hoarder_of_stories

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31940470

Summary:Lan Wangji hears that Wei Wuxian is going to be evicted from his apartment, and offers him a place to stay. Wei Wuxian has recently started doing online sex work, and worries that this will make things awkward. (He’s right! It does! They’ll figure it out, though.)———“It’s only until I can save up enough and find another apartment,” Wei Ying says apologetically, staring at the pile of boxes in the corner of the cleared-out second bedroom.Lan Wangji grips the reinforced case of his phone hard enough to hurt. He wishes Wei Ying were moving in to stay. He likes the way the messily-packed boxes look in his austere apartment. “Mn,” he says. Don’t worry about it.

Tonal Vibration by Opalsong, Vorvayne_reads (Vorvayne)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25492462

Summary:Long-Haired Twink In Lingerie Does Intense Edging to Bichen’s Latest Dirty Talk Video #ReactionVid #Edging #Selfbondage #Bichen To follow this video you will need: your favourite remote controlled vibrating dildo and a strong ribbon or length of soft rope. OR One too many comments of “tag ur porn” on Lan Wangji’s extremely popular Youtube ASMR channel gets him thinking. Wei Wuxian, a middlingly popular camboy, and long-time fan of Hanguang-jun’s ASMR finds the new smutty dirty talk channel and films his reactions to it.

intrinsic and elemental truths by brawlite

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27311434

Summary:All Wei Ying knows is this: Lan Zhan does cam work. Lan Zhan doesn’t tell him anything else.

Superfan by 74243

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30839138

Summary:“I’m not going to apologize for my job,” Wei Ying said, “so if you want to give me some kind of lecture--”“No,” Lan Zhan said. “You misunderstood. I am...” she paused, as if considering the best way to put it. “I’m a fan.”

how to be a heartbreaker by sweetlolixo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24401746

Summary:“Lan er gege,” Wei Ying sings out an old nickname, his lips curving up into a well-rehearsed smile. It’s adorable, and it’s pretty, and he knows it mesmerises anyone who lays their eyes on him. He has done it a million times—bewitching and convincing men who need to be convinced.He just doesn’t expect to hear the hitch in Lan Zhan’s breath, too, and feel the taller man’s grasp around his wrist tightening.He fell for it.A sickening thought suddenly enters his brain, and Wei Ying wonders if he should be so cruel.“Do you want to find a private space for us, Lan Zhan?”

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #wangxian #fictional sex work

[soupette]

IM WATCHING THE TECHNO VOD SO EXCITED THERE WAS LORE

Dog!! I kinda hope Dream kills it so people shut up abt the cat /j

Oh QUACKITY! This is gonna be fun!

“Warden” his name is Sam my beloved and I am SO happy he has lore <3333333

LMFAO Sam gave techno baked ones 😭 good for him honestly

Lmfaooo

OH THERE THEY ARE!!! HERE COMES THE BOYSSS. HELLO MORALLY CORRUPT BOYS. WELCOME.

Dream’s not reacting much to quackity. What’s that on Dream’s skin?? The blue?? Is that normal?? Is that always there?? Oh that’s a ribbon

Rat is canon in minecraft now. I’m declaring it.

LMFAO. Techno trying to push him

Oh shit. Quackity is holding shears?

SAAAM my boy. <33333333 Here comes the Warden! Come here Warden! Welcome.

OHH Techno’s life as a bargaining. I’m pausing the video RN 11:41 in. Is he going to care? Is he going to say no? What’s this going to mean for Dream n Techno duo art? Oh my god I kinda hope Techno loses a canon life I’m fascinated by what that would do to his character

“My best friend” oh god I can hear the C!Dream and C!techno enthusiasts cheering even tho I don’t think he doesn’t means it literally because Phil obviously. I genuinely am glad y’all have been getting content but I dread the babification of C!Dream that tends to come with this

TOMMYBAHDJDHSNEA LEAVE HIM ALOOONNNEEEEE DONT MENTION HIM!!!!! “I DID NOT” PLZ TELL HIM DREAM TELL HIM WHAT YOU PUT TOMMY THROUGH AND TECHNO PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE IT WAS FUCKED FOR THE VIEWERS AT LEAST A LITTLE

Please kill Dream Quackity. Techno has another 2 lives he’s good if you do it

EVERYONES TALKING I CANNOT COMPREHEND ANYTHING

Interesting. So you can revive someone who’s not missing all their canon lives? At least they’re assuming this?

Wait. Kinda want someone to see Dream’s little home and go feral like Dream to Tommy in exile.

Fuck is Techno actually gonna die??

SAM MENTION God I can’t imagine what he’s thinking

Techno eat ur mf potatoes

Techno has traveled! Lore. Beautiful.

OH FUCK. Off HDJDJD dFUCK LJNE REPRISE I LOCE THESE!!!!

I have a pickaxe. AND ILL PUT IT THROUGH YOUR TEETH!!!!

FUUUUUUUUCK HES OUT!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Please the Pearl!! 3 MONTHS INSTEAD OF DAYS IM CRYINGBFUDB

“Free dentist appointment” HAKSJSJS

PLEASEHSJSW PHILLLLL

Is that the Wither vault?

“I’m not taking this personally at all” SHIVERS.

Books? Cool!

Honestly I approve of the prison being exploded but like. With Dream in it. Or him in a new prison. Sam can lose a life as a treat if it’ll wake him up and no longer give him a prison to lose his humanity to

Sam was live earlier I’m gonna watch him and then Quackity after this, there’s like 10 minutes left

“Do you know what good writing is, Phil? Apparently not. Because you CAN’T READ!”

I wonder if there’s gonna be techno angst in the genre of prison recovery

Interesting Sam visits like every day.

What’s he going to do? Is this a syndicate thing?

Quackity left the game!

I can feel Sam freaking out abt a prisoner technically getting out from afar. He was so silent. Just letting Quackity take the lead before.

HAKSHSJ I didn’t even consider spawn point

What lead? OH COORDS okay and that’s it

I know nothing abt how Dream and techno first met lmfaoo

It’s nearly the end so now I’m nervous abt what’s gonna be in there

Blueprints???? And PLZ TELL US ABT THE BOOOOK

NO FUCK YOU WHATS THE TITLE OF THE BOOK fml

Beautiful coherent thoughts .Send post

#dsmp spoilers #dream smp spoilers #dsmp liveblog #soup’s liveblog #dsmp lore #prison lore

[blushnote]

literally love!!!!! ur writing!!! omg can i pls request video call sex with mingyu 🥺 when the call connects all he sees on screen is u in /his/ shirt and u slowly take it off to reveal the new lingerie u were gonna keep for when he came back..... then mutual masturbation! (p.s. overuse of “princess” “angel” “baby” petnames is absolutely acceptable)

↳ requested | 2.1k words

↳ mingyu smut

a/n: thank you so much! ngl, when i first read this ask i actually saw the light. this concept is everything… you have brought it to my attention and i love you.

you can’t stop fiddling with the powder blue hem of a t-shirt that mingyu had left behind at your apartment the last time he stayed the night. as you rub the soft fabric between your fingers, you inhale deeply, the fading scent of his cologne still woven into the stitching and nursing the slight anxiety that grovels at the pit of your stomach.

currently, you were connecting a video call with him at the opposite line. under casual circumstances you wouldn’t be this fidgety or nervous. but tonight, the atmosphere was different, the air was thick enough to be sliced with a butter knife and there was this dull, thrumming ache at the apex of your thighs that was like an itch needing to be scratched.

beneath the slippery fabric of mingyu’s t-shirt your frame was adorned with new lingerie, a marveling lace set that was a mild, sunrise shade of pink, embellished with an occasional tiny ribbon to which you felt somewhat like a birthday present waiting to be unwrapped. it was the first time you would reveal it to mingyu, and your heart was hammering.

suddenly, the laptop you had on the mattress as you sat criss-cross before the loading screen made a simple beeping noise. in a mere second, mingyu occupied the space, his smile wide and beaming, his white canines flashing against his rosy mouth. it was evident that he recently showered, the earthen curls of his hair a bit damp and fluffy.

“there you are, my beautiful princess,” he chuckled while pushing the long, brassy bangs from his eyes. “yeah, sorry for the wait, our concert ended later than expected. but– look at you! you’re always so patient with me. fuck, i really miss you so much baby.”

you feel your face flush with warmth. mingyu is sitting at a desk in the hotel room, in some swivel chair that you can hardly see behind his broad frame. you assume he’s already in his pajamas, though his attire is nothing more than a black t-shirt and loose, red shorts that ride a little up his firm thighs. you know you’re staring. it’s painfully obvious.

“y-yeah,” you stutter while snapping from your daze, plucking at the hem of his shirt again in a nervous tick, “i miss you even more. today wasn’t too tiring, was it?”

mingyu sinks back slightly and tucks an arm behind his head, puffing out his chest, “nah, it was okay. it’s only another day and then we leave for the airport. i’ll rest up on the plane.” his hand then falls back onto his lap and he smiles at you gently, the copper in his eyes softening, his voice low and sweet, “how was your day, baby? tell me, i’m curious.”

“um,” you start fidgeting again, and your gaze flits away from the camera, “it was nice. i, uh, went somewhere today, to the mall actually.”

mingyu quirks an eyebrow, “oh?” he hums. “did you get some new clothes, sweetheart?” he then brushes his hair back and grins almost knowingly. “even though i see you’re in my shirt. i wanted to wear it a couple days ago, but i’m glad i left it at your place, looks cute.”

“t-thanks,” you feel like your heart is going to pump out of your chest, “i did get new clothes too. do you… do you want to see them? i mean, it was actually meant for when you get back but i just– i didn’t really want to wait.”

your palms are clammy and your skin is burning. the anticipation of revealing your outfit to him lights a nervous fire in your belly, its embers beginning to seep into your blood as mingyu sets his chin on his fist and he smirks. never have you done something like this before. one part of you wants to be swallowed up, while the other is eager and needy.

a glimpse of his tongue swipes at his bottom lip before he nods, speaking in a tone that is saccharine but increasingly lustful.

“show me,” mingyu entreats, “what did you buy for me today, princess? let me see it, let me see what a pretty girl you are.”

you push the laptop a little ways back on the mattress so more of your body can be seen by the camera scope. uncrossing your legs, you instead move to sit on your knees, taking the powder blue hem of mingyu’s soft t-shirt in your hands and swallowing the heartbeat in your throat as best you could. his gaze has pierced you. slowly, you peel the fabric over the head.

as the shirt is dropped on the pillow next to you, mingyu leans back in his seat, his hands grasping the arms of the desk chair while his blunt nails dig into the hard plastic. you aren’t sure how to present yourself, so you just tug a pink strap further up your shoulder and tilt your head, gauging how his expression is darkened, like heavy storm clouds.

“do you like it?” you ask quietly, running your palm over the lace at your chest and squeezing slightly to see how the texture might feel to mingyu’s hands.

his sharp canines delve into the plump flesh of his bottom lip, sinking in deep as his eyes trace your body, positively fascinated and aroused. mingyu adores touring, but at that very moment there was no place he desired to be more than your bedroom, you sat in his lap, his hands warming your waist’s soft skin as he suckled bruises to the swell of your breasts.

“of course i like it,” mingyu rasps, feeling his length stiffen in his shorts, “so this was your plan, huh?” he scoffs. “do you know how bad i’ve been wanting to fuck you lately? do you know how difficult it is for me to go to rehearsal when i can only think about stretching you open and eating you out and making you gag on my fucking cock?”

gulping thickly, you press your thighs together as this molten, sweltering sensation pools at your core. his voice is deep and gravelly, you can almost feel the reverberations as though his words were against your ear or growled in  a somewhat muffled fashion into your heat.

“it must be hard.” you comply while slowly beginning to spread your knees apart.

mingyu doesn’t resist. he groans as he grips the prominent outline of his length through his flimsy shorts, his bicep bulging as he squeezes himself for relief. you feel a little bit like the devil. you can read from his stern brow how desperately he yearns to be at your apartment just so his hands can massage every inch of your skin before he fucks you.

“it is,” mingyu sneers, his eyes glazed, watching you partially slide a pink strap down your shoulder and run teasing fingertips across a tiny lace garter belt at the thigh, “it’s so fucking hard sweetheart, especially when i have such a pretty girlfriend who dresses up just for me. can’t you show me a little more, baby? open your legs a bit? i want to see all of you.”

“o-okay,” you oblige, untucking your legs and spreading them in front of the camera.

as mingyu stares into the honeyed, glistening flesh of your core, a shiver splits down your spine and a realization clouds your head that nothing you have ever done has felt this intimate and dirty. he curses under his breath. before you can even slip a finger to brush across your folds, mingyu whines loudly like a desperate puppy and manages his cock out of his shorts. the size of him makes you momentarily dizzy and so completely aroused.

“f-fuck,” mingyu rumbles from his chest, his fist tightly suctioned around his length while he starts a pace pumping himself. “w-wider,” he demands, “open wider, baby, please.”

you do as he asks. your arm is trembling as you spread your legs wider apart, allowing mingyu enough room to imagine himself buried snug and deep between your thighs, his warm tongue probing at the soft, wet skin, eliciting your shaky exhales and encouraging, high-pitches whines. pearls of come slowly seep from his flushed head, though he just collects them with a calculated thumb and fucks into his hand with a new rigorousness.

once your fingers meddle at your core for the first time that evening, this intense satisfaction thunders into you like a bullet rain. you roll your sore clit between your fingers and scissor into the slick shininess of your opening, your arousal pooling continuously, sticky between your eager fingers. mingyu slams his fist down harder, his hips jolting up in a loud slap.

“h-how’re you so f-fucking wet?” mingyu pants, his head spinning, “i wanna t-taste you, p-princess, s-so b-bad. wanna t-taste you then c-come right inside you until you tell me n-no. will you let me, baby, my sweet girl, my little angel? will you let me f-fuck you as rough as i want when i’m back h-home?”

it feels like there’s a white current of electricity coursing through your veins as mingyu’s immoral words lap like velvet at your ears. swirling your fingertips in sporadic, clumsy movements at your clit, you nod automatically, knowing full-well there is nothing you crave more than for mingyu to bend you over every surface and eliminate his frustrations. and even though he’s already seen the pink ensemble, you wouldn’t mind wearing it again.

“mmhm–,” you respond, your cadence quivering, “i w-want you, m-mingyu.”

the tight, rough grunts that echo in his chest only further spur you to keep pleasuring yourself. he can’t tear his hooded gaze from between your thighs; he wants to have your legs hooked over his shoulders so he can be free to plunge his tongue as far into you as he can, he wants to feel how your body contorts as he pushes just the head of his cock into your walls, hearing your mewls of how he’s too big and you need a moment to adjust.

suddenly, your fingers find that perfect rhythm. they strike an unimaginable gold spot, so sensitive and amplifying of your ecstasy that you cry out and your back instantly arches. mingyu grinds his teeth together. he can hardly keep his eyes open while he twists his wrist sharply, feeling the strength of his orgasm creep up from behind the intense heat.

“g’nna come,” he growls, his head falling back against the rim of the chair, the amber skin of his neck shimmering and his adam’s apple taunt.

in a few more strokes, mingyu falls apart like a fragile pastry, thick, white ropes of come landing on his abdomen and his black shirt that had ridden up to reveal his hard stomach. he manages to watch your orgasm as well, how your thighs suction around your trembling, meek hand that pushes you into gentle whimpers and frail breathing. mingyu closes his eyes for a fleeting moment, moans gruffly your name while pumping out every drop.

“oh my god,” you squeak, shuffling onto your elbows and parting any stray strands of hair from your forehead, “you came so much.”

mingyu is still softly rubbing at his head, laughing drowsily as his come continues to bead through the lasting tremors of his orgasm.

“yeah, well, it’s all being wasted y’know,” he teases, “i think it looks better when it’s spilling out of you.”

“maybe,” you sigh as the warm, thrumming afterglow of such an intense orgasm encompasses you, “you’ll be home soon enough.”

“but i want to be home now,” mingyu juts out his bottom lip and pouts, “seriously baby, i miss you so much. how many days until we see each other again?”

you wince gingerly from sensitivity, though manage to sit up and reach for your phone that sits on the nightstand to check the date. once the lurid screen flashes against your face, you glance at the camera and sigh, “another week.”

mingyu melts back into the desk chair almost lifelessly, though he casts you a soft-hearted smile where his fangs glint against his pink mouth and the hair has sweetly slipped before his tender eyes.

“a week,” he ponders, “i guess i can do a week. especially if i know what i have to look forward to when we’re alone again.”

#seventeen scenarios #mingyu scenarios #seventeen smut #mingyu smut #seventeen fanfic #mingyu fanfic #seventeen imagines #mingyu imagines #svt fanfic #svt smut #i am literally DE*D in a DITCH

[torturousdreams]

fuck ur ribbons and ur pearls

#bored #idk #before tik tok #musicly #follow #follow for follow #follow me #followforfollow #cool #cute #followme #girls with piercings #girls with tattoos #girls #hair #braids #hair of the day #filter #snap #snapchat #girl #brunette #old #lol #idc

[cxcalibur]

tag dump

#➵ fuck your ribbons and your pearls : introspection #➵ i'm not just a pretty girl : visage #➵ shut ur damn mouth elle : ooc #➵ in another life : meme

[danger-archive]

“some days im strong, some days i quit, i dont let it show but i;ve been through some shit. i can swear, i can joke, i say whats on my mind, if i drink, if i smoke, i keep up with the guys”

im done this is such a fuckin daphne song im crying 

#FUCK UR RIBBONS AND UR PEARLS CAUSE IM NOT JUST A PRETTY GIRL #im dead #��� ♚ ––––– out of danger. ( OOC ).

[jiebieberyiin]

I can swear I can joke I say what's on my mind If I drink If I smoke I keep up with the guys and you see me holdin' up my middle finger to the world fuck ur ribbons and ur pearls.