#I'll be sure to hydrate myself

[tinyevelyn]

AWWWWW ur OC's soooo cute!!! I LOVE THEMM!!! EMIKO LOVES THEM TOO!!😍😍😍😍😍

Emiko loves the little plushies too. I don't think they want to share the plushies tho

@tmnt-oc-comp

[byanyan]

ok i was gonna try to write more bc i finally felt kinda motivated again but my mood has crashed fast bc i'm worried about my rat... gonna just dump the two other short things i did manage to finish out there and. idk. dissociate into the void or smth.

[ox1-lovesick]

sorry for being ia I just haven't been in the best place mentally

[dustynrosy]

I'M SICK WITH A COLD NOW ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭

[momochiiee-reblogs]

I wish I had the autonomy to find a home of my own... I'd rather not talk to anyone else of the household through the day out of work

I'm really tired of being treated like a ghost

[girlitfeelsgood]

My hair has been so frizzy lately it's absolutely awful 😭 guess that's what I get for buying really cheap shampoo at the grocery store but haircare is just such a jungle and I have no clue what to get instead

[honeytonedhottie]

how to be tea - honey's handbook⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🌟💞

this is a post that talks about all things beauty, wellness and confidence from the experience of a honey toned hottie. everything ik works cuz i do them myself to just be tea, to be raw, to be FABULOUS. im structuring this post with affirmations as the section titles because what u think and affirm is what you'll experience so thats just me tying LOA into this post...💬🎀

"MY SKIN IS ALWAYS SO GLOWY AND FLAWLESS" ;

skin cycling - skin cycling is basically a skincare routine that alternates between using active ingredients and resting the skin. my skin cycling routine goes like this (exfoliate -> brighten -> hydrate) with rest days where i need them.

i've found this to work really really well for me so if ur looking to try something solid def give this a try! remember, everyone is different so feel free to tailor it to ur needs and experiment to find what works for YOU.

subliminals - SUBLIMINALS are the best! i have a subliminal playlist that i play at night and i wake up looking absolutely FLAWLESS. im linking it right here. ik theres a lot of misconceptions and misinformation about subliminals so lemme give u guys a quick rundown...💬🎀

✨ a subliminal is an audio of affirmations layered with music or rain sounds. so you'd hear the rain sounds, white noise, whale noises etc but the affirmations would play and soak into ur subconscious like a sponge.

✨ subliminal work because they impress new beliefs onto your subconscious, and with the law of assumption, your reality shifts to match those beliefs. also because whatever u assume to be true is true so if u assume they work then they do and thats that.

✨ to make a subliminal work u dont have to do anything but assume. assume that it works. if ur listening to a subliminal and it says anything like "drink water to see results, only listen twice!" or anything like that u can just disregard it cuz thats bs.

"MY BODY IS SO TEAAA" ;

🌟 i workout about 3-4 times a week but on days that i dont work out i still stay active. staying active by going for a walk, jump roping, dancing or running and stretching.

🌟 my everyday workout routine ALWAYS starts by stretching. i'll either do a flexibility stretch or a mobility stretch in the morning and a stretch to relieve pain in my back before bed.

🌟 literally every workout that i do is from youtube, youtube WORKS, youtube is TEA. some days i'll do one long pilates workout and some days i'll target each part of my body with an individual workout. honestly it all depends on what i do and dont have time for.

"I HAVE HAIR TO MY ASS" ;

💕 scalp care is SO neglected and it's arguably one of the most important things to take care of. i oil my hair maybe 1-2x a week with rosemary, jamaican black castor oil, and peppermint. i’ll warm it up a little, massage it in with my fingertips (or that cute lil scalp massager thingy), and then slick it back in a loose ponytail with love.

💕 i sleep with a satin bonnet or pillowcase every night. no excuses. even if i’m tired. even if i’m sad. even if i’m sleeping over somewhere and feel awkward. i will protect the inches.

💕 also brush ur hair! its so important to increase blood flow therefore promote growth. i feel like such a princess every time i brush my hair before bed, and im so METICULOUS with this shit its really amazing.

"EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE IS PERFECT" ;

i try to meditate every singe day to kind of ground myself and just immerse myself in the end and it's great! since im not a very visual girlie i just talk to myself while i do this. even if im not consciously manifesting anything at the time just going inward and having a conversation (idk if this makes me sound crazy but it feels nice)

to ensure that everything in my life is perfect i always make sure i have an agenda for the day cuz im a very type A kind of girl so i like to know exactly what im doing when. i have goals to accomplish and things to do! so my time management is very top tier with my agenda. to keep myself on track i implement little things like :

👛 screen free mornings - i WILL get distracted and i'd just rather not

👛 social media detox every other week - lately tiktok has just been a cesspool of brain rot (and when i say brain rot im not referring to tung tung tung sahur) im referring to incessant bad news and im just NOT into that so i take a break for my mental health every other week. and i try to minimize the time i spend on social media platforms in general

"IM SO TALENTED" ;

i take my passions, and talents SO seriously. im a singer so i practice singing everyday. i'd also say im a rly multi-passionate person. i manage my girl blog, my magazine, i play piano, tennis, and i feel like im always working on a project! so i make sure to pour into myself in all aspects of my life, especially as a perfectionist. i wanna make sure every one of my passions has been poured into.

[thedevilsoftruth]

riding congressman bucky’s face. that’s it. that’s the request.

( ily and your writing, make sure to stay hydrated!! wishing you the best in everything!! <3 )

Thank you so much, anon. 💜💜

All I can say to that is yes. Yes yes yes.

Smooth

Congressman Barnes x F! Reader

Sum - an interview with a very hot congressman goes wrong.

W/c - less then 1k (if you would like a fuller version, please let me know!!

I do NOT consent to my work being reposted or translated on any website.

MDNI!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet!!!

[my request box is currently open. PLEASE see my pinned post for more information regarding my request rules.]

You don't even know how it happened. One moment you're interviewing a congressman, and the next that same man is fingering you on his bed in his expensive penthouse. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't the absolute sexiest and hottest thing you'd ever been through. He was so persuasive and smooth. His flirting was subtle and was the kind that had your mind reeling and overanalyzing every single little thing he said. But his sex? Even better.

He'd been going at it for over and hour and a half, mouthing and slurping down your over-used and sensitive drooling cunt. He kept going and didn't seem to stop. He had your hands tied to his bedposts with the red wine tie he had previously worn to a campaign event that evening. Everything was so overwhelming and overestimating, especially since you weren't used to hook ups. Especially from ex assassins turned democratic congressmen.

So when he had wiped his mouth and soaked beard off with his white button down shirt and crawled up your body to untie you, you finally thought he was done. That was at least until he stripped himself of the white shirt dress shirt he was wearing and gave your wet pussy a slap with an even wetter palm (which you had previously came on four times.)

"Want you to come sit on my face." He panted, his voice scratchy and hoarse as he quickly threw the shirt on the ground like it had personally offended him. You blinked at him, your face flushed and sweaty with your hair sticking to it.

"Wha?" You breathe, confused and dazed. The both of you are so fucked out, but he is not stopping. Not until his jaw goes fucking numb. He lays onto the bed next to you, how heavy body plopping down into the mattress.

"Sit. On. My face." He commands, pointing to his face with a vibranium finger. You look down on him, confused. His patience snaps and he grabs your hips and throws you down onto his stomach.

"I'm not repeating myself again, babydoll. You either start riding it and soaking my fucking beard or I'll stop touching you all together." He huffs, his teeth gritted and his voice gruff with need. You never would have expected your congressman to have such an oral fixation, but you were not complaining. So, up you went; shaky legs parting as you positioned yourself above his head, your knees pressing deep into the mattress as you hovered above your face.

"Is this okay? Can you breathe?"you ask him worriedly, looking down at him. His eyebrows knit tightly, and his strong hands grab your hips and slam you down onto his face.

"Breathing's overrated." Is the last thing he says before his mouth was on you. His thick tongue licked a long line across your messy folds. Your head tipped back in pleasure, low moans escaping your mouth as he licked you up steady and slow. You're already so overstimulated and overwhelmed from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you, and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

You try to hover away from him. Instinctively. The pleasure is just too much for you to handle.

But his vibranium hand squeezes your hip and he spanks your ass with a flesh hand, making you yelp in surprise.

"No. None of that. Sit." He tells you, pushing you down onto his face. You pull off of him again, bracing your arms in the headboard for support.

"I just want to make sure you're okay--"

"I have your pussy on my mouth, of course I'm okay. Im not stopping until I make you cum or unless I black out. Now quit your yapping and let me eat."

You let him pull you back down onto his greedy lips, and he moans in approval the moment he feels your weight on him.

"Ride me." He says against your pussy, kissing your folds and flicking your clit with his tongue. You look down at him again, confused snd sex-dazed.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He said, gripping your flesh hard enough that you were sure he'd leave bruises behind. You whine and press your face into the headboard before slowly, steadily rolling your hips across his face. His nose bumps against your clit and you can feel his beard dampening at the warm slick of your used cunt. The full, thick streaks of facial hair brush against your inner thighs.

You bite down on your finger and moan loud, your hips rocking against your lovers face. The way his lips brush and caress your flesh should be a crime. The way he rolls his tongue against your clit and labia just feels so right but so wrong.

"Mr. Barnes," You moan, your hips beginning to stutter as they try desperately to keep up. "I c-cant--"

He pulls away and smacks your ass. You yelp aloud, gripping the headboard like it owed you money.

"Do you want me to tie your wrists together with my belt and muffle your mouth with my tie?" He questioned, looking at you with mean blue eyes that made your pussy flutter.

"N-no sir." You responded weakly, your voice wobbly with the rest of his threat.

"Then shut the fuck up and ride me like the good little journalist you are."

[pedge-page]

hi mamas, lately I've been feeling a bit self-conscious when I look at recent photos of myself, and I've been going to the gym lately (pero like I be counterbalancing that with eating whatever I want :/) and think I look good in the mirror but when I see vids/photos of myself I just don't feel good. Could u possibly write post-pregnancy!reader and Joel (after either Sarah or Ellie's pregnancy) and its been months but she just doesn't feel or like herself but Joel is determined to change that perspective around ASAP!

Hi my love! I'm sorry you're feeling down about yourself, I go through those moments so frequently. Feeling dismorphia when you think you look ok and then see yourself in a different light. It ruins your whole mood. Thank you for asking this! I hope it brings a little comfort.

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Joel spent a lot of time helping you get lotioned up when you were pregnant. Even now, with Sarah out of your body and you can finally reach your toes, he still finds joy in lathering you with deep rubs as he spreads the cream over your skin. Almost obsessively. No inch of skin was left untreated. He'd even stick his tongue out as he glided a heavy palm up from your belly to tits, then back down your sides and over your hips.

you thought you'd had enough man handling when he goes to squirt 5 more pumps in one palm.

You put the heel of your foot on his forehead, stopping him from coming any closer. "Too much! I feel like I'm sweating in a oily pit."

He plants a kiss to your sole before nudging your heel down onto his shoulder. "Gotta keep your skin nourished. And hydrated. I missed a spot," He rubs his hands together greedily.

"No you didn't! You got it already!" the two of you wrestle slightly, his body draping over yours but your feet keeping his stomach at bay.

"Stop squirmin' and give me your tits!"

"You just wanna grope them and have make naked all the time!"

"...ok and your point?"

You giggle. Finally letting your guard down, he grins as he smoothes over your skin with the cream, lathering it up in hands to keep it warm. He made sure to knead it in well enough. And your body DID need it. Drinking it in like a fish out of water.

You breathe deeply, staring at the ceiling as his pays especially attention to the skin under your breasts, your stretched stomach and girthy hips, down to your cellulite and wobbly skinned thighs that used to make boys turn...

"Um..." your voice sounded meek, almost exceptionally unlike you when you're with Joel. "You're not doing it...because you think it will help my body bounce back... are you?"

He furrows his brows, not sure what you're talking about. The concern and fear in your face makes him feel a pain in his chest that he immediately needs to help settle.

"Because um... its not--my body--it's not. Gonna look the same as before... after her. Um so. This might not, make it much better. Um. I'll be saggy and wrinkly, and not very sexy anymore so--I get it if that's what you're trying to do--"

he sees the shine in your eyes as you lose your words, too embarrassed to look at him.

"No. Nononono. Baby, that's not at all what I'm doing here and don't you dare start thinking I'm gonna love you any different just cuz your body changing from our baby." He lies next to you and pulls you close, his hands clutching your to his lips. "You're still just a beautiful as the day I met, just as hot the second I put that little baby in you, and you're just as gorgeous after. I've got no intuition to change what your beautiful body is doing--performing fucking miracles. I just want you to feel safe, happy, cared for." he plants a wet kiss against your palm. "Want ya to stop going to bed with dry hands and feet. Scratching me up all Night."

You laugh with him, blinking away the tear that had built up. "That was a test. You passed."

"Mmmhmmm. Always testing me."

He spends the rest of the evening peppering your entire body in kisses while massaging your stress away. when you were finally snoring, he turned out the tight, but stayed where he was, his elbow propping his head up taking you all in.

Joel sits and watches you more than he wants to admit because he's so goddamn in love with you. You're so uncharacteristically peaceful now. Cuddled against your pillow, deep breaths rhythmically settling you. Soft and gentle as a newborn calf. Completely unlike the sassy snarky woman yelling at him all day. Even when you were berating him for dumb shit because your hormones were through the roof, he still loved you. You're the firey spitball of energy and emotions on a roller coaster that keeps him on his toes, reminding him that you're so full of personality and neediness and bursting with energy and he's the only one equipped to get it for you--the only one you'd ever feel so comfortable to ask --and demand and yell and bitch--and all of it makes him laugh on the inside because It's just you. So you. All you.

And he's amazed. Amazed every day when he gazes upon his little Sarah. A whole human your body grew inside you from start to finish. Amazed every day when he sees you rocking her in your arms, feeding her with your breastmilk. Its like your body never stops giving and giving. Amazed every day that you can move and groove, sway your hips and do cartwheels in the grass like you're a kid again, eager to make your little babygirl laugh heartily.

He doesn't care that your boobs are saggier than before. Doesn't care about the extra poof on your belly that won't go away. doesn't care about the stripes around your thighs and hips that are here to stay. When he sees those things, he doesn't see imperfections or negative changes. He sees you. A girlfriend then. A mother now. His wife always. And that brings joy to his soul, knowing you're sticking with him through it all.

He's already thinking about his tired, wrinkly, speckled worn old man hands rubbing you to sleep with lotion when the two of you are 90, so he can keep lookin at you just like he is now. and always has.

Amazed to call you mine.

[girlypopbops]

⋆˙⟡Ultimate Self Care Sunday Guide ⋆˙⟡

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When I think about Sundays I think about rejuvenation and pleasure ; enjoying the day while doing a weekly reset.

On Sundays I like to sleep in and get that well deserved beauty sleep, the key to any successful reset is being well rested and grounded.

♡ (10:00am) Wake up, take my time waking up & lay in bed for a few mins, stretch and take some deep breaths, positive affirmations

"Today I am grateful for..."

"I deserve to treat my body with love and care today."

"I am committed to improving myself and achieving my goals daily."

♡ Open the blinds, straighten up room, and make bed. Starting the day with a bright and neat room is a simple and refreshing way to start the day off on the right foot, a small achievement as soon as you step out of bed will inspire you to keep going.

♡ Drink water & take my meds and supplements. Since it had been hours since I had any water hydrating is super important, and since I'm already taking my medicine might as well finish the glass off.

♡ Journal and plan day. Having a game plan and a clear mind before doing any real tasks sets the foundation for a productive day and promotes mindfulness. I like to have rose quartz, clear quartz, and amethyst on my desk while I journal to set peaceful intentions and promote self love. I have a five minute journal so I begin by thinking of 3 things I'm grateful for, one affirmation, and 3 things I can do for the day that will make it great. Typically on Sundays taking my time, being attentive, and being proactive are my goals for making the day great. I'll then make a to-do list for the day.

♡ Skin care and comfy clothes. Washing my face, moisturizing and putting on sunscreen is the perfect simple skin care for running errands, I usually wear some sweat pants and a t-shirt to finish the fit.

♡ Breakfast! I always like to have lots of fruit and a sweet treat on Sundays as part of my breakfast as a treat for getting through the prior week.

♡ Reset cleaning session. I like to do a full vacuum of my space, mop, wipe everything down, run the dish washer, and do my laundry. Other cleaning tasks vary based on the week but I like to make sure I am doing those tasks weekly. I also like to make sure to wash towels on Sunday since sometimes I'll do laundry on Wednesday and don't do towels then.

♡ Ultimate shower vibe time. The everything shower of my dreams after being all sweaty from cleaning. ( I have a post about this already on my page!)

♡ Light a candle and set the vibes with some mood lighting.

♡ Do my full skin care routine, face mask ect...

♡ A nice filling dinner & tv show. I love a Sunday night pasta dish with a Diet Coke while watching Pretty Little Liars.

♡ Journal. My five minute journal has a section to do in the evening, it asks to write down 3 highlights of the day and what lesson you learned for the day. It's a nice way to look back fondly on the day.

♡ Read. I like to read before bed since it helps me to fall asleep! I've been reading The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz and Conversations on Love by Natasha Lunn!

♡ (10:30pm) Night time meds & slumber!

[eccopeepants]

Diaper peek makes me so happy. I've recently had a notable loss of sensation down there. It's becoming less apparent when im going to wet/mess. The window of time between "I might pee" and "Im peeing" is getting smaller.

It feels so affirming to be embarking on this journey. I'll feel so euphoric and complete when im past the point of no return 😍

Things that have helped the most

-Relaxing my pelvic muscles at all times

-High quality medical/abdl diapers (The less likely you are to leak, the more you will trust your diaper and go with ease)

-Making sure you have a surplus of diapers (order by the case, that way you're not worried about rationing your diapers. You want being diapered to be second-nature)

-Staying hydrated

-Reminding myself that I pee my pants. Little meditations like "I can't control when I go. I pee my pants. I dont use toilets"

[loveafterdeath-if]

Update (more like me rambling than an actual update, tbh)

Hope y'all are doing alright! I saw my inbox filled with asks and kind words (y'all are the best, as always), and I'll start answering everything once I wrap up Chap 2, Part 2. I want to focus fully on writing so I can get you the whole chapter before March at least, haha.

I'm gonna start correcting what I've written so far to avoid ending up with 100k words to fix all at once. We're about 50% through Chap 2, Part 2 (38k words, but it'll probably hit 40k with corrections). There are branches that have messed with my brain because I wanted to include scenes for each RO, but I don't regret it. I love games with lots of replayability (is that how we say it?), so I want mine to offer that too.

Chap 2, Part 2 will have a ton of branches for each RO, plus the option if you're not pursuing anyone, so it might take a while to get that full chapter out. I honestly don't know how other authors keep track of so many branches! I've always respected them as a reader/player, but being the one writing makes me wanna hand my future kids over to those incredible authors…

On top of that, I'm dealing with another issue. I've been writing so much that I think I'm slowly slipping into that "They gaze at her and say," "They take the paper and it falls" vibe (is that even a thing? Idk). You know, the kind of writing with no real description. I find myself double-checking everything to make sure the descriptions are 'good,' and I think I'll just play some IFs when I got time, to help me regain my groove without turning phrases all weird (I hate reading books, that's why I'm gonna play IFs). This is making me slow down a bit.

I've been pushing myself to write at least 4-5k words each day for the past 3 (4?) months, and I think I shouldn’t have done that. I'm putting pressure on myself without even realizing it. It's only when I end up with 'only' 3k words that I start feeling upset and push through to hit minimum 4k. I'm feeling good for now and don't mind writing that much, but I really don't want to wake up one day and boom—burnout. A Ko-fi member and some folks in my inbox have kindly reminded me to take breaks and take my time, so I think I'll slow down a bit. Like, maybe aim for 3k words?

I've been writing for years, (started on Wattpad in French, and yeah, it was… something) so no worries about the game going on hiatus or anything. I love writing, especially interactive stuff—so basically IFs, haha. Just wanted to keep you in the loop!

Anyway, this ended up way longer than I intended. Stay safe, don't forget to eat your greens, stay hydrated, and all that! <3

[hitomisuzuya]

I know you haven't been feeling well for a while and it's worrying (not in a bothering way so dw, keep us updating and don't hesitate to vent about it <3 ) so please take care of yourself, have self care days when you only do things you like and eat your comfort meals. Stay hydrated and I hope you have wonderful days/noons/nights

Is it okay if I ask for a Scara x reader fic where reader teased him a lot the previous night by edging him, taunting him etc so now he's planing to get revenge on her by overstimulating her-

You can write it in any way you want and use any kinks you'd like, I don't mind as long as it's this context and you enjoy writing it <3

So yeah you can ignore this if you'd like I won't mind at all

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Daddy kink. Bondage. Degradation. Overstimulation. Orgasm denial.

Omg thank you so much for your sweet words. They are so sweet. I'll try and take care of myself 🥺❤️ I wish the same things for you.

Scaramouche couldn't keep the shit eating smirk off of his face, his cock straining and hard as he watched you fall apart. You'd been so cruel to him last night (in his incredibly humble opinion), laying with your head in his lap, and looking up at him with the sweetest, most worshipping expression. While you proceeded to edge him.

Your fingers stroking and gliding on his cock, massaging and rubbing your thumb over the head. Your teasing pace never flattered, alternating between stroking and jacking him off, sometimes taking the head into your to suck on. Moans had spilled out of him, his legs shaking as he rutted into your hand and mouth.

But you never let him get anything past the tip inside your mouth, giggling when he threw his head back, swallowing soft whimpers behind curses as his cock pulsed. You'd playfully batted his hand away when he tried to push your mouth down onto his cock. "Aww, what's wrong, Scara? You can't handle stimulation? You can dish it out, but you sure can't take it," You taunted.

It was infuriating how he seemed to get harder from your taunt. And to top it all off, you didn't let him cum.

For that, you were going to be put in your place.

"Now look you," Scaramouche taunted, wagging the vibrating wand turned on the lowest setting on your clit. His teasing pace was almost maddening, the subtle vibrations slowly stimulating your swollen clit. You whined, straining at the ribbons tying your wrists together and to the headboard of his bed as you grinded against the wand. "The shoe is the on the other foot, slut. It looks like you are the one who can't take it now," The desperation welling in your eyes as you squirmed, rubbing your pussy needily on the toy was so satisfying to him.

"Please, turn up the setting," You whimpered, your walls starting to clench sensitive around nothing, "I'll be a good girl, I promise," You pleaded, your fingernails digging into the palms of your hands.

Your pleading sounded way too sweet for him not to give you want you wanted. A loud moan tore from your throat as he turned the setting up. Pleasure jolted through your body, happy to grind more firmly on the toy.

Don't think Scaramouche was giving you what you wanted because he felt merciful. Oh no. He watched for the signs that you were going to cum, your moans rising higher in pitch with every grind on the wand as you chased your high now that vibrations were more consistent on your clit.

He'd been building up oh so carefully for this exact moment. "You want to cum for Daddy, don't you?" He purred condescendingly, reaching down to palm his cock as he wanted you writhe.

"Mhm," You moaned, your hips bucking into the toy, "I really, really want to for you, Daddy," Your release was right there, finally. You knew all it would take was few more grinds.

Scaramouche mocked your moans, leaning down to put his over next to your ear. "Is that so?" Your eyes, which has rolled closed as he wagged the wand faster on your clit, snapped open when you heard his tone. "Well that's too bad."

He immediately shut the wand off, and took it off your clit. Your cry of aroused despair, trying to grind against nothing nearly made him cum. He licked the shell of your ear, sending shivers up your spine. "Let that serve as a reminder of your place," His words made your clit throb harder.

Moving down your body, Scaramouche circled the tip of his tongue around your sensitive nipple. He was mimicking his pace of the wand with his tongue, swirling and teasing the tip around it until it hardened.

Tied up you were helpless and his mercy. His mouth agonizingly worked over your nipple, groaning into your breast as he scooped your nipple into his mouth to suck on. You moved your chest up into his mouth, bliss making you melt as he skillfully built your orgasm up again little by little.

Scaramouche chuckled darkly as you tried to close your legs, needily squeezing and rubbing your thighs together for friction on now neglected clit. Reaching down, he batted your legs apart, giving your clit a light smack that made you see stars.

You cried out, your walls clutching around nothing. He pressed his thumb in circles on your clit. He swirled his tongue around your nipple. He had to hold back a laugh hearing you babble out pathetic thank yous to him for suddenly being merciful as you grinded against his thumb.

You let down your defenses now thinking he was finally going to let you cum. How wrong you were.

You whined as Scaramouche took his thumb off your clit, replacing it with the wand turned up another setting. That made your body twitch more, the sudden stronger stimulation sending you reeling, only making your orgasm curl tighter. The closer you got, the more the arousing pain of overstimulation was setting in.

"Please, can I cum now, Daddy?" The question spilled shamelessly from your mouth. Your climax was closing in so fast that you didn't know if you could control it. It was agonizing when he ignored you, completely absorbed in playing with you.

He teased his fingers at the entrance of your drooling hole, only pumping them inside. Your mind nearly shattered when he denied you again. "W-Why?!" You stumbled over your words, tears welling in your eyes.

"Relax, whore," He cooed, his hand groping around for a vibrator while he drank in the sight of your puffy, messy, and overstimulated pussy. "There are so many more ways I can deny you," He turned the vibrator on the lowest setting, slowly inserting it inside of you, suddenly turning the setting up when it was half way inside of you. "We are going to be here awhile. Think about this next time you try and deny me, understood?"

Scaramouche knew you would tell him when you were about to cum like the good girl are for him. He would relentlessly feed off of that loyalty to him. He left the vibrator inside of you and moved up to your head. "Suck my cock properly while you learn this lesson," He growled, pointing to his mouth before pushing his cock against your lips.

[chaos-chloe]

Hii! I'd like to request a droid xfem reader story, where the whole clooles gang (+reader) is playing never have I ever on stream and drinking and droid and reader get drunk-flirty and chat goes crazy maybe it gets a bit too heated 👀 and puffer has to emergency end the stream so droid and reader don't expose too much lmao, I've read like 100 stories with this same trope but I just love it so much 😭. I'd love to see more droid stories in general cuz there's not that much out there, anyways I'll stop bothering you now thanks, bye 🖤

You can never bother me love! and I have this write here just for you! I hope you enjoy!

Truth Or Hydrate - Droid x Reader

Summary: Truth or Hydrate where alcohol create loose lips

TW: Alcohol consumptions, established relationships, cursing, kissing

“Hi chat, hellooooss, Chat can you hear me?” Puffer said while speaking into his orange foam microphone.

“Hiya, my favorite internet people!” I greeted them hoping they could hear me as I was away looking at the laptop, “OO! You guys can hear me?” I said excitedly hoping our set up was working. I started seeing chat fly by quickly saying all types of ‘yes’, ‘yeah’, and etc. 

“Okay guys since you can hear me on my mic, lets see if you can hear the guy's microphone?” I said try to troubleshoot if something goes wrong.

“Of course they can hear you, they all simp for you.” Puffer said in a degrading tone towards chat.

“No comment from me, but they can hear you Puffer, okay someone else try.” I say changing the topic and moving on with the stream.

“Elloing chat, ellos? Testing, testing.” Pezzy started trying in a funny voice as he was playing with strings on his sweatshirt.

“Alrighty they can hear Pezzwald, grizzy or droid?” I asked seeing if they would greet chat

“Yer” “What's going on?” They both greeted Chat at the same time and started laughing. 

“Now turn on the camera.” I gave Puffer the cue, to show off our set up in our living room, you can barely see our hallway leading to our bedroom.

The bigger monitor I had stored away lit up with the guys in the frame on the couch with their respective drinks. I got up from my squatted position, to go make myself a strong raspberry margarita. 

“Chat calm down, ___ is making herself a margarita right now, for what we are doing.” Puffer yelled at chat for spamming.

“Chat what's going on? Chat. Do yall know what's going on today?” Droid asked as he was watching the monitor .”Someone else wants to explain, bro.” Droid acting like he was exhausted from ‘setting up’.

“Dawg, it was your idea!” I yelled from our kitchen, “By the way I'm making my marg, be ready for loud noises.” I forewarned the guys and Chat.

“I mean it is my stream I guess I can.” Puffer spoke as he took over, “Alright listen up, we are doing Truth or Drink, we are doing white girl sorority things.” Puffer spoke, his eyes swiping over the guys and making sure I was paying attention.

“Oop hold on, ___ needs to mix her drink.” Droid yelled over the guys laughing, I gave him a thumbs up and a wink and clicked ‘Blend’ on the blender.

“Okay, we are waiting for __ to join us on the couch, she is sitting in between Grizzy and I.” Droid began again as he was scooting closer to Puffer, and Grizzy scooted over to Pezzy.

“Chat, you guys are so weird towards her, you will see her outfit in a minute. She's literally joining us in a sec.” Pezzy stepped in, protecting me from the weirdos in chat. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m here, hello, chat.” I said walking into the frame of the stream waving. “As requested by my girl fans, this is a lazy day so I’m wearing an old black/dark blue off one shoulder shirt. I have had this shirt for a long ass time, I have no idea where I got it. I paired it with a cream drawstring lounge shorts, I usually wear these when I’m cleaning but oh whale.” I explained my outfit, doing a little leg lift showing off my no-show black socks, that the girls do with their OOTD videos; all while holding my big glass.

“Damn let me get a taste of that drink.” Grizzy piped in, letting me walk through the maze of alcohol bottles or drinks on the floor.

I handed him my drink, so I could get comfy on the couch in my assigned seat. I put my hand on DRoid’ shoulder to make sure i wawa balanced properly. He moved his head and kissed the top of my hand. Once I finally settled down, I grabbed my glass back from Grizzy and started siping, not paying attention to any of the rules or the jokes going on.

“Wait, what were the rules again? I was disassociating.” I was muffled with my straw in my mouth, I moved my attention to my boyfriend. 

“Truth or drink, you either tell the truth or you take a shot. In your case, take a big sip rather than your leisurely sips.” Droid repeated holding eye contact with me, making sure I was actively listening and paying attention to him.

“Alright, I can do that. So we are starting with the cards, once those become boring we move on to chat?” I asked to make sure that the information was correct, Droid was still holding eye contact with me, so I sent a wink towards him. 

“Yes ___” I heard from each of the guys, moaning and groaning from my lack of attentiveness.

“Oh shit, this is supposed to be played with hot sauce?” Grizzy questioned since Droid was opening the box of cards. He put the box to hold the card behind me on top of the couch. 

“Yeah, I mean do you wanna try it?” Droid offered Grizzy the bottle, while he was trying to get the pack of cards out of the box.

“No.” Grizzy declined quickly, “He’s a pussy, dude.” Pezzy making an effort to egg on Grizzy.

“Do yall realise that he keeps it at eighty-nine degrees in the house?” I interjected siding with Grizzy instantly, looking at Pezzy with a humorous look on my face.

“SEE EXACTLY!” Grizzy yelled “Yall think I want hot sauce right now?!” He asked with disbelief and slight disgust in his tone.

“That’s all Pezzy and ___, bruh.” Droid defended himself, holding his hands up by his face. 

“I pay the electric bill, of course I want it cold in the house.” I defended myself by acting offended at his accusation.

“Bitch, you were just saying you were freezing before the stream.” Grizzy shot back at Droid.

“I was freezing, feel ___.” Droid said while putting his left hand on my thigh. “DAWG GET THEM COLD PAWS OFF OF ME!” I yelled getting up and walking away from Droid, trying to warm up my thigh.

“See Grizzy, feel this.” Droid switched his attention to his next victim. Grizzy flinched, “YOOO!” He was looking at Droid as if he had frostbite on his hand.

Pezzy put out his hand to see if Droid and I were just being dramatically extra for the camera. Once their hands made contact, “Dude are you okay?” Pezzy asked due to shock.

Puffer reached for Droid's right hand to feel, and they interlocked their fingers together, “Now I’m okay.” He responded with a joking tone.

“Okay how are we doing this?” Puffer asked impatiently, he was wanting to get this shit done.

“We will take turns, you’ll get a turn, I’ll get a turn, ___, Grizzy and Pezzy or whatever.” Droid explained the ‘circle’. 

“Who are we asking?” Puffer continued wanting to get the base down pat.

“It's-its- It’s a group thing, so it's everybody. Whoever is in the room, pretty much .” Droid stuttered his answer, I started giggling due to his stutter.

“Wait this is bad then…” Pezzy dragged on, with me shaking my head in agreement.

“Imma need to add another shot real quick.” I added, “Y’all may need to get more alcohol.” Grizzy said with a suspicious tone and look on his face.

“Alright Puffer your on the end, do your Pokémon card thing.” Droid laughed as we all joined in cause the motion Droid did.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?” Puffer read the card out loud.

“I shit myself on a car ride home.” Grizzy said instantly and Pezzy started laughing along with him. “I was like 8, bro.”

“Oh, oh, I got one.” Puffer said, remembering his memory. “Oh I know yours.” Droid and I said together.

“I fell into the San Antonio river.” “Oh! Nevermind I did not know yours.” Droid taking back his statement.

“Mine was when I was in school and I trusted a fart way too much.” Pezzy brings the mic right up to his mouth resting it on his chin.

“Okay so all of y’all shit yourself except Puffer.” I nodded my head and laughed along with them.

“Okay Miss Clooless Princess, what’s your most embarrassing moment?” Pezzy snapped at me for laughing at them.

“Bleed through my pants multiple times in school and left a stain on my chair.” I said calmly and started sipping, Droid wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer and slightly kissed my head. Thankfully chat did not see it and no one is freaking out.

“Ugh that’s so basic for girls.” Puffer groaned wanting to know more juicy details.

“Oh, Oh!” Droid was reacting to the card in his hand. “Ask it.” Pezzy sneered “Okay you wanted this, dog.”

“In your opinion-my opinion who here in the room is the freakiest in bed?” Droid nodding his head trying to not make himself noticeable with me.

“Uhhh ___, is the most definitely.” Pezzy said out loud, he smacked his hand against his mouth so fast. I was astounded that the alcohol was hitting him this fast, but he did catch us in a situation once.

“You know what? I'll agree with you there, Pezzy.” Droid agreed, shaking his head and dapping him up. I looked at him as if he was a crazed man, not wanting our, mostly mine getting leaked on the internet. He shushed me and we kept moving on with the game.

“I'm not going to answer.” Grizzy and Puffer both agreed with me, as we took our respective shots.

“You know what? I'm going to say Droid and I feel like it because he’d be like ‘Yeah I have seen some shit.” Puffer started laughing, I started blushing and hiding my face while laughing. 

“And we just started going to town!” Droid continued as he lifted his Twisted Tea. He looked over at me to wink and send me a kiss. 

“Okay, okay.” I picked up my card for my turn, “You can only have one best friend, tell us yours.” I read out loud.

“I'm thinking of a title right now.” Droid deviously acted like he was an evil villain, plotting a big reveal. 

“Uh-um- nevermind.” Puffer was buffering thinking if he should reveal it, “Nah, just say it.” Pezzy, Droid and Grizzy taunted, “My old high school friend.”

“I have known you less,” Pezzy pointed to Puffer, “Damn, sorry.” Puffer responded. “But I have known all of y'all the same amount of time.” Pezzy said to us.

“Um i think you have known them longer than me.” Droid Pointed out. “Don't forget that we fucked.” Droid pointed out the fake news, to rile up fans. I smacked his arm with the back of my hand hard. 

“I know,” Pezzy rubbed his face, already feeling the alcohol, “My cat. Fuck you.” Pezzy flipped off Grizzy.

“Man, I was just about to say you but okay.” Grizzy shrugged his shoulders as everybody laughed at the turn of events. “You know what ___ has always been there and here for me.” Grizzy said while putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I'm going to say Yum Yum.” I said while thinking of all the times he and I were in late night discord calls, Yumi was there when I met Droid, etc. 

“For fans who don't know who Yum Yum is, it's Yumi, only  ____ can call him that.” Droid said pointing to chat cause they were spamming confused emotes.

“Who’s your hottest friend?” Pezzy read the card out loud, “Grizzy.” Puffer answered right off the bat, he looked over to Droid for him to answer.

“__” Droid answered, I was leaning back on the couch with my glass in between my thighs. “Can I choose myself?” I asked back, everyone laughed together.

“Egotistical bitch.” Pezzy carriedon, which made us die of laughter and red in our faces. 

“Everybody has insecurities, what are two of yours?” Puffer pulled that card that I avoided earlier in the stack.

“Uhhh, my weight and my relationship.” Droid answered honestly, “Huh? Whatcha mean with that?” Pezzy wondered what he meant due to me sitting literally right there.

“If I’m good enough for my partner, my confidence is wack bro.” Droid explained his reasoning, with an all around ‘Ohhh’ of understanding. I quickly stretched back leaning where they couldn't see me on camera. 

“I love you no matter what.” I whispered behind his ear. “I love you too.” He turned his head towards my direction so the microphone couldn't pick it up. 

“What is your biggest online screw up?” Grizzy read with a smirk, “I'm taking a shot.” I said right off the bit. 

“Nah, nah it's already out there, just say it __.” Grizzy said to me. “UGH fine, I sold my feet pics a couple years ago.” I whispered into the mic as the other guys just gasped in shock at this revelation. “I'm still taking a shot for even saying it.” 

“Are you still making money off it?” Puffer as his curiosity peaked, “Nah I’m taking another shot, I do not care.” Downing another tequila shot while making a sour face. 

“Let the host read your last text message with either your significant other/partner or best friend?” Grizzy chuckled thinking he was going to get something juicy. “Oh hell no!” Droid busted out. I handed my phone over to Grizzy, knowing he wont purposefully snoop through our messages.

“Okay okay, __ has herself a little boo thing that she loves and wants to make sure that they stay hidden. She has him or her underneath “Hawt Stuff” and no picture, and I definitely do not know this phone number.” Grizzy read out loud thinking this was going to make me walk out, but instead I was just sitting there smiling and blushing. My eyes cut towards Droid quickly to see his reaction. Thankfully, his attention was being taken up with Puffer and Meghans text messages.

“I mean we don't have significant others,” Pezzy pointed out to Grizzy “and our friends are literally each other.” He laughed at the contradiction. 

“Hey Droid, who have you been trying to talk to recently?” Puffer fish for information, “Absolutely no one, but here's my phone.” Droid handed over his phone caught in a lie as Puffer started cackling. 

“Droid who’s LOML?” Puffer coughed out as he caught Droid, “HUH?” He yelled into the microphone. “No one man.” He quickly said, “Why do they have the same type of message that __ had?”

“I’m taking a shot, man.” Droid reached down for the Crown, and while he was reaching his hand on my leg to balance himself, he started rubbing his thumb on my leg.

“I have a good one, How many sexual partners have you had?” Pezzy read with a small evil smirk on his face.

I heard three from Puffer, ‘five’ from droid, 4 from me, and two from Grizzy, the Pezzy asked “what does sexual mean?”

“Sex.” Puffer deadpanned answered, “So full on sex?” Pezzy made sure, as everyone was nodding their heads yes.

“Dick and penis.” Droid said confirming but misspoke, which had all of cackling, hitting our legs or the couch, rocking back and forth, and wheezing to breath for a good hot two minutes. 

“There's my biggest online screw up, right there. I mean dick and pussy.” Droid corrected himself, as we were settling down and my margarita was hitting me I decided to put my legs over Droid’s lap and my head still on the cushion of the couch; scooting down a bit to get comfortable. Droid put his can in his right hand and wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and head. I kissed his shoulder, showing him some love on camera that some fans saw but not that many.

“What kind of sex are you having?” Puffer wondered jokingly, “Listen, I'm straight as hell, straighter than a goddamn candy cane. I mean look at this beautiful lady in my lap.” Droid said, calming down from that hilarious miss-speaking. 

“He’s like so dreamy, ‘who should i pick?’” Droid mocked Pezzy while holding his microphone up to his face like he was a teenage girl in a 90’s movie. I started laughing and everybody joined in, while feeling out shots hit us.

“Let's pick Droid, anywho Would you rather have sex with Droid and no one knows–” “Sure.” Puffer cut Pezzy off from reading the black card. “Huh-What?” “That was a bit too quick, man.” Droid joked as he looked over at Puffer.

“--But no one knows or not have sex with Droid but everyone thinks you did?” Pezzy regained his focus to finish reading the card. “That's our chat anyways!” Pezzy exclaimed, pointing over to the laptop Puffer had set up earlier.

“Fuck it, I already let him hit for free.” I slurred while taking a sip of my raspberry margarita, not wanting to look at Droid for suspense.

“Whaaattt?!” “HUH?!” “SHHHH?!” “hmm okay then.” I heard from every direction, due to the echo in the living room. 

“I mean chat already thinks we had sex, so why not?” I said, lollying my head to the other side looking at Pezzy.

“CHAT! ___ is way too drunk right now, we are ending the stream, say byeeee!” Puffer yelled into the microphone, as he was walking over to the computer, I turned my head to admire my boyfriend as he was looking at me, I gave him a quick peck on the lips right as the stream ended. 

“Did you know that chat definitely saw that?” “Mmm yeah, oh well.” I shrugged my shoulders. “That's a mess for tomorrow.”

[maryland-officially]

I have OCD.

Once I find something that brings be comfort and joy, I encase myself in it. Comfort, joy, must have. Must keep. This helps. This will help.

I get obsessive, easily. This applies to many things.

It's not just when something is of comfort or joy. It's even more so when something resolves some - especially the majority - of a negative emotion surrounding something. This can be fear, depression, a queasy, uncomfortable feeling.... many things.

For example, I 'have OCD about germs.' A fear of germs was instilled in me by my second grade teacher. It was the perfect environment for an obsession + compulsion to develop.

The teacher had always made sure that we wiped our desks with Clorox wipes after every assignment. Multiple times per day, maybe per hour - it was in elementary school, so I can't say per period.

We had to use hand sanitizer every time that we touched something, before and after getting a worksheet, everytime that we'd leave our desks for something, when starting a new activity - more often than we'd wipe our desks.

Often when we did this, she'd talk about the importance of 'staying away from germs', and how even though we're wiping desks, we're still in 'so much danger', seeing as there's still the '0.01% of germs', since they always say 99.9% of germs die. (Learning that this is a lie and it is less than 99.9% of germs killed was not fun.)

Being wary of germs became normal, it was okay. I understood it - I feared the germs, which, that's normal for a child! I wasn't really that scared. It was just an underlying thought.

But, the thing is, this very same teacher, didn't believe in washing hands. She believed it was a waste of time, and said that there would be hand sanitizer outside of the bathrooms waiting for us to use, and that it was unnecessary to wash our hands - it 'took too long'.

This was abnormal. It was strange. It didn't make sense. Germs are bad. Hand sanitizer doesn't kill all of them. Hand sanitizer is just a gel, it doesn't clean off your hands. It's just a gel. It's a coating, really. Wash your hands. It's better. It's cleaner. They aren't washing their hands. Wash your hands more. They need to be clean. Clean. Clean. No germs. They aren't clean enough. They feel unclean. They need to be clean. You're using the same sink as they did to rinse off their hands -- what if they don't use soap? Or not enough of it? Wash them. Different sink. Grab a towel, don't touch the handle. It's unclean. There are germs. So many people touch that. Don't touch it. It's dangerous. People die from that, you know. Don't.

Needless to say I did not follow that rule - uhm, I in fact did washed my hands. This is an obsession. I obsessed over my hands being clean. ...I still do. I still don't trust tables, I still feel uncomfortable touching sink handles, I still wash my hands every time I get anywhere near a sink because just in case.

The compulsion, of course, was watching them.

The thing is, haha, this didn't help me. OCD isn't just this.

OCD makes you obsess so much it's harmful. My skin cracks because of it. My dermatologist said that I needed to use lotion after every time I washed my hands to re-hydrate them, because all the hand sanitizer - that I had started to bring with me, and use so much more often - and hand washing had dried them out so much.

...Sometimes I obsess over things that aren't like this. Things that bring me comfort.

Movies. TV shows. Grades. Friends.

It's like a hyperfixation or special interest, kind of. But less talked about, I guess.

When I say I obsess over my friends I mean that literally, by the way. If I seem like I'm distancing myself it's because I am. I get scared that I'll obsess.

It happens. It's not like, a yandere thing. It's not a 'crush'. It's more like when I get too close to a friend and they are too much of a comfort for me, my brain goes haywire and thinks 'comfort needed. happy needed. if person = comfort, then must surround myself with person.' I think my brain thinks it'll bring me more joy.

It doesn't.

It gets to a point where I value one person over my own life, I've had moments where I've ignored everything except for a person.

...but that's more extreme cases. please don't be worried, I'm in therapy now. I don't know. I'm sorry. I just feel like I have to say this.

[erinwantstowrite]

might seem a bit out of nowhere

but i wanted to ask how you get started in writing. and i mean like how do you get into the ✨️flow✨️ of it after sitting down. 'cause i just tend to stare at my laptop

i struggle with getting into the flow a lot. which sounds crazy with how much i write, but it's true. usually when this happens, it's because i have a lot of inspiration, but no energy to complete anything. i have to make sure i start writing when i'm feeling good, after taking a break from my writing space. sometimes it's because im so exhausted from outside sources, which is more annoying than if i just needed a break from writing

but sometimes that writer's block hits HARD. sometimes i'm also staring at my document and not writing for hours on end. and when i do write, im in a constant state of "i don't like this" where i rewrite a chapter or just a singular scene over and over and over again. THIS is where i'd say i struggle the most with getting myself into the flow, and i can share what i do to guide myself out of it (here's a post i made a while back with other tips)

IMPORTANT: notice how i said GUIDE. you can not FORCE yourself into a flow. I repeat, you can not. it's impossible to force a flow, and if you try, you'll only make yourself hate writing. however. you can help yourself to get into a flow

-i take the time to go outside and/or get some exercise. i also mentioned that in the linked post but it's important so i talk about it a lot. i've recently decided to take up photography and birdwatching, and I got myself a hammock. as someone who's struggled with finding ways to enjoy being outside (I live in Louisiana and it's like i'm being slow cooked to death during the spring and summer), that's what gets me out there. i also make sure i hydrate and eat well because our bodies need fuel in order to create

-i read something new or i go back to something i haven't read in a while, and that (usually) helps TONS. i recently read some Sherlock adventures and I had a blast. right now I'm picking apart a "psychology" book (this author should be glad we will never meet, my annotations have not been kind), and i'm reading a book about fashion history. and my friends and I are going to start reading Dracula in our book club soon, which is exciting!! i have a lot of books on my to-read shelf and i annotate all of them. the annotations aren't necessary for this if you want to try but it's fun for me

(^ that being said, i'm gonna add on: sometimes i go reread fanfics that i like, and that's all well and good. there are very talented writers who only write fanfic!! but it's important to also read published works as well. if anyone wants a random recommendation for a book to try, hit me up. i'll give you a book that i have on my shelf or that i've been wanting to read for a while)

-i make a playlist or listen to a playlist to get in the mood before i try writing. specifically, i need something that i can imagine some scenarios to. i can't listen to music while i'm writing cause i'll get distracted, but doing so before helps me figure out the vibe im going for

-drawing. oftentimes i need a visual of what i'm trying to write. whether it's something like a character interaction or something like "i have no idea where everything/everyone is in this scene," it helps to have some paper nearby

-journaling!! i've talked about this a lot on here but i journal more than Ford in Gravity Falls. I'm not joking. I have a bookshelf dedicated to literal decades of writing and learning about writing. i have two notebooks for LoF, one for my DnD campaign, one for my personal records, etc. I have a new notebook ready for writing essays about the books i recently bought and am reading. my LoF notebooks are dedicated to messily writing up brainstorms or writing through scene ideas, i've written partial chapters in them by hand, etc etc. this helps me when im not in a writing mood to at least be doing SOMETHING. i rewrite my outline a LOT. also it helps me keep track of my timeline (i still fuck it up sometimes)

-actually forcing myself to sit down in front of the computer.

this sounds like the most obvious thing, but i'm talking i close out all my other tabs that i don't need for writing, i put my phone away across the room or in a different one entirely, i put on headphones and listen to only brown noise OR i get on a call with my friends to make myself not want to open Youtube or anything else. i'd rather sit there and stare at my computer than sit there and scroll on my phone or get distracted with something else and then be upset that i didn't write. even just staring at the document and working it out without writing a single word is better than that, because it means i was still working

in all honesty, you don't know you're in a flow until it Clicks. you could go do all of these and gain experience and knowledge for months on end and not write anything that whole time, and then one day you sit down and you knock out an entire chapter like nobody's business. it's just important to take care of yourself in the meantime and keeping your mind fresh