#Fidget slider

[glitteringstardust]

🎮 gameboy fidget slider by wookieeprint

[stimboardboy]

circuit board fidget slider

[octastims]

A self care kit with moths, plushies, fidget toys and space themed stuff for 💫 [Umbro]!

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[gummi-stims]

Magnetic cookie sliders from sensorysea on tiktok!

[riddlerbrandautism]

Leonard snart stimboard

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This was a request!

[chaotixx-stims]

rouxls kaard stimboard :) hes so silly and funky i love him

[pt: rouxls kaard stimboard :) hes so silly and funky i love him /end pt]

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♠️/💙/♠️

[froggydotcom]

I love this thang

[kollector-of-stims]

does your five below have these sliders yet? they are made of thin matte plastic and the magnet rattles lightly inside each piece. theres one magnet per slider half and 3 other designs i saw— a deck of playing cards, tarot cards and a donut :)

-autistictadpole

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Idk how long this ask was here but...I STILL have NOT seen these in five below or ANYWHERE...which is kind of a shame since these look heckin neat??

[macroglossus]

ordered a fidget toy because my nail/cuticle picking has really gotten out of hand the past few months and i’m constantly a little worried about infection but it gets here in two weeks 😓

[kkbardd]

How did you achieve that glowy affect in your "Just for tonight, please let me feel wanted." Piece? (If you don't mind me asking)

here u go !! if theres any other questions u can dm me and ill help u! (sorry for the flashing & quick cuts, i thought a timelapse would be faster than me narrating a longer vid !!)

[apeachty]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀not what you need

⠀⠀⠀yeonjun x fem!reader

genre ; hurt/comfort and suggestive (??)

warnings | tags ; mentions of spanking, choking and dumbification as something regular, but it's not happening here; needy reader but in an entirely wrong way; baby/darling (of course) and "dummy" in the past; yeonjun is—ehh— "i know what you need better than you do" kind of guy here, but he does know better?..

no sex happening here (where it does in my writing tho except soobin's b-day fic...), but better safe than sorry when it comes to mdni, i suppose.

wordcount ; 1.2k

✉ notes ; idk... kinda self-insert-ish once again, and yeonjun might be ooc, but tbh i wrote him the way i see him but, yeah, idk... and i don't even know how to tag it, gosh...

⠀⠀⠀[ masterlist is here ]

the day was shitty. it wasn't even something specific; it was just shitty in general. by the end of the day, you felt drained, exhausted, and empty.

it felt like your brain had built walls around your emotions, trying to push you through the day without breaking down in front of coworkers or while choosing freaking apples at the grocery store. and now, when you were finally safe at home, the walls just refused to disappear, leaving you in apathy toward everything.

you wanted the damn walls to come down, and only one thing would do it—feeling something, preferably something strong. happiness and rapture obviously weren't options, but anger or pain would suffice.

so when yeonjun finally came home, you were all over him in a second, not even letting him take off his jacket and shoes. instead, you were quick to unbutton his coat, pushing it away from his shoulders, your lips not leaving his cold neck for even a second.

"someone's eager today," he chuckled, moving away from you to take his shoes off. your body chased his subconsciously, not wanting to be separated from him even for a second. "be patient, baby. i'll give you what you need," he looked up at you as he crouched down to untie the shoes, sending you a small smirk.

the second yeonjun was finally done with his shoes, straightening up, you were all over him again, hands already trying to unzip his hoodie. "you're so slow," you whined into his neck, fingers tugging the pull sharply, the stupid slider stuck and not moving lower.

"baby, i only just untied my shoes—"

you groaned softly. stupid hoodie not unzipping, and now yeonjun's words. "use your feet to take it off," you mumbled, hands already moving to the hem of the hoodie, wanting to pull it over his head, as he discarded his shoes.

"so impatient," he murmured before crouching down a bit to grab your thighs and lift you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "good girl," he pecked your neck, as you wrapped your legs around his waist too, and carried you to the living room, sitting on the couch with you on his lap.

the moment you were seated safely and didn't have to hold on anymore, your hands were on his belt, fidgeting with a buckle clumsily and impatiently. yeonjun's cold hands covered yours to help you, and he realized they hadn't even warmed yet with how fast you clung to him.

"baby, my hands are still cold," yeonjun murmured, pressing lips to your cheek and moving his hands away from your skin, putting it on your waist that was covered by a hoodie.

you, as you finally won in the unfair fight with a buckle, pulling the strap out, only mumbled, "for the better," not wanting to lose any time.

yeonjun tilted his head looking at you questioningly. you being needy wasn't a rare occurrence, and he loved when you were all over him the moment the front door closed (sometimes even before that), but something was wrong that time. you got too pushy, too impatient even for you, and the way you were showing it was different from usual.

he didn't say anything though, letting you do you thing while waiting for his hands to get at least a bit warmer. maybe you were just ovulating, and your mind was full of something dirty for the whole day?.. and maybe you just wanted to try some temperature play too?

yeonjun lowered his hand between your legs, gently caressing the fabric, but he stopped the second his fingertips touched it properly, though. you were supposed to be dripping already, even before he came home judging by how you reacted to him, but you weren't. not even wet. he pulled his hand away, fingers wrapping around your wrists, holding it away from his crotch.

"what's with you?" he asked, no hint of arousal in his voice anymore, his fingers tightening around your wrists as you tried to shake his hand off, refusing to answer. "no. what's wrong?"

he's not pleased, you realized. if i push just a little bit, if i'm a brat for a bit more, he'd just snap, and that's what i need. you tried to tear your wrists away from his hold, just to make him more annoyed.

yeonjun took a deep breath to calm his voice before asking. "how you expected it to work if you're not wet?" he brushed your skin with his thumb gently, and the softness of his touch made you drop your act for a moment, before trying to tug your hands away again, but the tiny shift didn't go unnoticed by yeonjun. "baby, you're not aroused," he said softer, another hand cupping your cheek.

you tried not to let his softness affect you, grinding yourself against his crotch, lips attaching to his neck, you didn't need hands for both, he can hold it all he wants. you knew he wanted you to stop, and when you were a little brat, disobeying him, he went rough, so he had no choice but to put you in your place. maybe spank you or at least grab your neck and tell you to behave like he usually does.

but yeonjun knew so much better. you weren't a brat right now. you would be dripping if you were, but no. he still couldn't get his head around what was happening with you, but it wasn't need or arousal in any way, so he let your wrists go and wrapped his arms around your middle, careful not to touch any exposed skin.

"tell me about your day, darling," yeonjun whispered, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against your cheek. "i missed your voice so much," he lifted his hand to the back of your head, holding it on his shoulder and caressing your hair with his thumb. "talk to me?"

you paused all your moves, feeling a lump in your throat. he was too soft, too gentle, that's not how it was supposed to be, not what you wanted, not what he said he'd do.

"you said you'd give me what i want," you mumbled, hands gripping the hem of his still unzipped hoodie. "when you came home, you said you would."

he chuckled, feeling your act falling, hearing it in your voice. "i said that i'd give you what you need, not want," he rubbed the tip of his nose against your cheek again. "and you don't need me to fuck you to forget about the day. we've been there, baby, haven't we?"

your lips started to quiver, and you didn't trust your voice to respond, so you just nodded. he was right, because you've been there, he tried to fuck the bad day out of you once, and it only made you feel worse after he praised you for being "his cute little dummy", which usually doesn't make you cry in that way in the middle of being pounded into the bed.

"right, we have," he said softly, hugging you a bit tighter and smiling as he felt you hesitantly wrap your arms around his neck, sniffling into his shoulder quietly. "so i'm ordering take-out, choosing some drama—does 'mr. queen' sound good for you?" he turned his head to look at you a little better, but you hid your face in his neck as you felt that you were going to start sobbing soon, and just nodded. "great. and you cry everything out while we're waiting for the food to arrive. and when it does, we cuddle and watch the drama."

"i'm sorry," you mumbled into his shoulder between quiet sobs, making him wrap his arms around you tighter.

"it's fine, baby. you were just confused."

note ; okay, 'mr. queen' is a gem. i haven't watched many k-dramas (maybe a dozen?..), but it was just the best one i've watched. i love the lead actress, and i have a special spot in my heart for the lead actor because i managed to fall for his charisma twice not realizing it's the same person lol

and when i only started staning txt, temptation era yeonjun reminded me of him and sometimes still does for like a moment, and sometimes i'm even upset the magic disappeared and i barely see any resemblance anymore

[octastims]

A space-themed self care kit with art/ scrapbooking supplies and fidget toys for 🛡 [Akari]! Hope you like it!

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[gummi-stims]

Some silent stims from the collection of sensorycal on tiktok!

[bueckersgirl]

Favorite Customer*

(seriously tho, where are the FICS OF HER YALL DO BETTER. 😭)

Paige Bueckers x Fem reader

Summary: Paige goes to the bar to blow off some steam occasionally , and y/n, who works there might have a tad bit of a crush on her.

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+, smut, just straight up filth

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There she was.

Y/n’s customer crush was here.

Paige.

She sat in the same spot she normally did each time she’d go. Sixth one down from the second row, right next to the window.

She had a blue oversized hoodie worn strictly around her neck with a white tank top underneath. Her pretty blonde hair was put back in a messy low bun that framed her face so perfectly.

Y/n poured out what she usually requested- a glass of cosmopolitan with a tad bit of orange juice and some aperol. She’d also occasionally order a slider but due to the time she’d always come they were usually gone.

It may sound strange but, y/n found herself almost fascinated by her. The way she’d remain consistent on her arrivals, only ever coming twice a week at exactly two thirty in the morning-never earlier or later. She was captivating.

Y/n got used to seeing her there so often it became a part of her schedule that she wouldn’t dare complain about. She would never admit it-of course but seeing Paige after working these long shifts always brightened up her mood and made her day a fuck ton better.

“Hi, ma.”

Y/n was brought back from her thoughts once she heard the breathy voice she’d been desperately craving all night calling out to her from the booth. She glanced up and noticed her already staring with a cute smile across her face.

“Hi, Paige.” y/n replied softly while returning the smile back and handing her the glass she just made.

“I assumed you’d want your regular.”

“You remember my drink order?”

“It’s not a hard drink, really-”

“What did the last person before me order, hm?”

damnit.

Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat while her mind practically went blank right there on the spot.

“I forgot.” she whispered, causing Paige to smirk widely as she leaned back and chuckled.

Though they didn’t know much about each other, Paige found her absolutely adorable. She’d always notice the way y/n’s cheeks reddened when she’d call her ‘ma’ or any light praises she’d give her on how delicious the drink she made was.

Paige kept her eyes precisely on hers and saw how she was quick to look away making her already smug and wide smirk somehow widen even more. “Don’t gotta get all shy on me now, ma. It’s cool if I’m your favorite customer.” she winked as she sipped her drink.

“Maybe… Woah-.” She muttered softly before she felt herself getting dragged by the hip right next to Paige.

“Sorry if I caught you off guard, mama. I'm just not a fan of the distance while we’re speaking, I’m sure you understand, right?”

Y/n quickly nodded her head in response and felt her cheeks grow warm again as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“I’m- I really should get back.”

“You don’t need to go anywhere, ma, there’s no other customers here for you to attend” she interrupts with a small grin, “C’mon, please?”

Y/n hesitated for a second before sighing then quickly glancing at the other empty booths before unbuttoning 2 buttons on her vest and leaning back.

“See?” Paige hummed as she removed a strand of hair from y/n’s face before having another sip of her drink. “Probably so much more comfortable now huh, mama?”

Y/n smiled then nodded and turned to look at Paige.

Fuck she’s sexy.

She was so stuck in her thoughts she hadn’t realized how hard and long she’d been staring for or that she’d now been looking at her lips.

Before y/n even got the chance to think again, Paige attached her lips to hers then lightly pulled y/n’s face closer to hers in order to deepen the kiss before she slid her tongue in her mouth.

“Wanna get out of here?” She whispered and y/n was quick to comply as Paige grabbed her hand and rushed them out the bar.

They made it to her car and y/n felt desperate. After Paige touched her once she felt herself craving more. She grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her back into the kiss as a quiet moan escaped Paige’s lips.

“Desperate huh, mama? Always could tell you were a desperate girl but never thought you were so needy this quickly, barely even touched you yet and you’re going feral.”

Y/n let out a whimper causing Paige to chuckle as her tongue continued to explore the inside of her mouth with ease. “Trust me though I love your neediness this early on. Making it seem like you’ll die if I don’t touch you enough.”

“You know-” Paige whispered before breaking the kiss and moving on to y/n’s jaw and neck then lightly nibbling on to her ear. “I’ve thought about this so many times you have no idea. Everytime I step into that bar my mind goes crazy. I have had to stop myself from doing this earlier, but-”

She puts her mouth right on her ear and mutters, “If I knew you wanted me this badly I would’ve done this so much sooner, ma.”

She doesn’t even give Y/n the chance to catch her breath as she takes her hand again and guides her over towards the backseat of her car then swinging the door open and stepping aside.

“Lay down for me, ma,” she mumbled, pecking y/n’s lips gently while guiding her in. “Get as comfortable as you need to, want you to enjoy this.”

Y/n immediately settles down into the soft black leather seat before tossing around for a little bit until she found a position she preferred.

Paige quickly landed between her thighs and pulled the door shut. She hovers her body on top of hers, trapping y/n beneath her as she runs a palm up the side of her leg.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

That short statement alone made y/n to moan loudly causing Paige to let out a chuckle. “You really are desperate for my touch are you?”

“Yes-Yes I am. Please touch me.” she whispered before Paige lightly pinched her inner thigh.

“I am touching you, ma. Can’t you feel my fingers running across your pretty thighs, hm? Or did you want me to touch somewhere else, huh?”

“How about here?” She placed her fingertips on her stomach causing y/n to aggressively shake her head, “No-no not there…maybe here?” She then dragged her fingers towards her lower abdomen.

“Getting closer, huh? How about, right here.” Her fingers finally made their way towards y/n’s clothed clit with a rough slap earning an even louder moan from her lips. “Fuck, ma. Can feel your wetness through your leggings…Christ-have you been this wet since you saw me?”

She nodded her head eagerly as Paige started rubbing slow, teasing circles against her. “Can’t believe I got you this worked up-barely did anything was so respectful, then you surprise me with this? Fuck me...”

Paige leaned in and kissed her once more wanting to taste her moans and feed off her desperation. She breaks away from the kiss then starts tugging on her leggings, “Can I take these off you, ma? Wanna feel your dripping pussy rub against me so fucking bad.”

All Y/n could do was whine out in response as she motioned her head up and down quickly, craving her touch more than she needed oxygen to breathe. Once Paige got her approval she was gentle but eager to get her bottoms off. The second she pulled them down she couldn’t help but let out a groan at the wet patch very visible on her pretty little pink panties.

“Lord, ma, you soaked through your panties…” She mumbled while rubbing harder and feeling y/n’s wetness increase more and more with each circle of her finger. Watching her fall apart beneath her with just a few flicks of her index and middle finger across her sensitive clit was a sight that Paige was definitely never gonna be able to get out of her mind.

Paige gently moved her drenched panties to the side and held it there using her other hand. She let out a moan of her own at the sight of y/n’s wet and throbbing clit right there on display for her. Paige began slowly but surely thrusting her finger in and out loving the wet noises of y/n’s pussy filling up the car. After she felt her relax a bit she stuck another one into her before leaving a kiss below her jaw.

“More” y/n whispers faintly, “Please-more..”

“More, ma?” she echoes before adding the third finger, “Fuck you really are needy. Already got my two fingers working now you need another one? So filthy.”

“Paige..So close, please..” y/n moans, arching her back further as Paige increases the speed of her fingers and uses her thumb to rub her puffy clit until she reaches her high.

“Gonna cum, ma? C’mon, give it to me, you know how badly I wanna taste it…Be a good girl and cum for me.”

That was all y/n needed to cum. Before she knew it she was making a mess on Paige’s fingers-and most likely her car seat too-as her body shook and her thighs twitched while Paige slowly removed her soaking wet fingers out from her entrance and into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

“So sweet, mama, could taste you all day, I swear.” she mumbled, causing y/n to let out a quiet whimper as she tried calming down from her high.

“Thank you.” y/n whispered, as Paige leaned down attaching their lips together once more while she pulled her panties up for her.

“You did so good, ma.” she praised, helping her sit back up straight as she stroked her bare thigh. “I was thinking, I’d love to do this again, but only if you’re down of course-”

“Yes, I am definitely down to do this again.” she interrupted quickly, offering her a smile causing Paige to chuckle and peck her on the lips.

“That’s a good girl.”

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[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

You wanna know who’s the best ally? It’s Ron “Slider” Kerner HEAR ME OUT—

It starts with Ice, because Slider was never homophobic, mainly because he never considered the idea of people around him being gay, he thinks he doesn’t have a reason to care

But then he meets Tom Kazansky and Tom Kazansky very quickly becomes his best friend, his brother

So when his brother tells him, voice shaking, hands fidgeting, eyes at the verge of tears, that he’s gay, Slider decides there and then that he would never be a reason for Ice to be scared

Of course he then meets Maverick Mitchell and thinks he might actually be homophobic because the thing Ice and Mav have going on is driving him insane

Slider realizes, as the relationship between Ice and Mav progresses, that now he needs to watch out for the both of them. He wants to convince himself that he’s only taking care of Mav because if they get caught then Ice goes down too, but deep down he cares, because he wouldn’t want Ice to be alone, to have no one on his side, no one watching his back, and Mav has no one, so it’s Slider’s job

Also I truly think Slider is the only straight person in his friend group but I didn’t want to make this post too long so I cut that out

[leadendeath]

the update as mentioned!

going good but i got the wrong freakin buckles… i needed half roller buckles not sliders like i mistakenly got!

you learn as u go along lol. but the rivets are great, i feared u might need a certain tool to fit them but nah just snap em together innit

​~this post is quite old- it accidentally saved to drafts, you see- and i got a present day update in a reblog >:) ~

dont have leatherworking tools. do have leather. tack.

and most importantly,

hammer.