#as if that perfect mouth needs any more attention 😍

[carnevol]

Major Gale ‘Buck’ Cleven | Oral fixation

[heerinnie]

𝐌𝐯𝐧𝐜𝐡

𝐒.𝐉𝐘

SYNOPSIS: Jake is a munch. That’s it.

WARNING: Pure filth, no plot basically just porn, oral (f receiving), Jake finishes untouched, fem!reader, oral fixation.

WC:

^^ NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI (not proofread)

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Jake is a mean menace. More than a menace actually, he’s an evil fuck because as soon as you two became official he would use any excuse to get you riled up enough to the point of suffocating him with your plush thighs chasing that sweet release. He's like a chaotic mastermind- or rather what you call him ‘Horny Megamind’.

He’s so pussy drunk he needs it every day, every morning and every night. When you're out at a party or even visiting his childhood home in Australia he will find time to nestle between your legs like a baby bird in its mother's nest. Your cunt is like alcohol to him.

Jake was such a pussy driven maniac that if he didn't get a taste of you he would become cranky and agitated. He described the feeling as if bugs were crawling under his skin and he was dying. The only solution was to treat him like your good, pretty boy and give him his reward to satisfy his craving.

As much as he loved teasing you, the moment you would tease him back he would become visibly annoyed and shocked. You could see him biting back any words or noises that threatened to escape from his mouth, as he poked inside his cheek with his tongue. On the other hand, for you, it really was entertaining to watch, especially when you were surrounded by your group of friends or worse, at a family dinner. The way he tried to stifle his annoyance and soften his growing bulge was both amusing for you and embarrassing for him, making you eager to know what he’s planned to do about it once you reach your shared apartment.

Things only got more interesting when you two talked about things that you’d want to try out in the bedroom. Your mind scattered to times your eyes caught Jake mid-munch rutting his very obvious and painfully hard boner against your bed frame trying to get himself the same release he’s giving you at the moment. Personally you found the thought of Jake being so in love with you that he could cum just by eating you out so attractive that you had to mention it to him, no friction no touch, just him thrusting his bare hips up trying to get attention to his pulsing dick, only to be met with the nothingness of air whilst pathetically grinding his nose into the clit above his face.

You made a promise to yourself that you would eventually convince him to try cumming without touch, and the thought of him doing so of his own free will fills you with joy. However, you know that once he sets his sights on something, he becomes obsessed with it like when he was so adamant on making you squirt. So for the time being you kept that fantasy to yourself, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.

AN: okay I'm actually back now, I'm planning a long fic about doctor!hoon and just know you'll be sobbing at it ☺️ And this is just a filler for those who were waiting, also urmh2 is in the planning I'm out of ideas for the part 2 plot but I do know who i want in the LOVE TRIANGLE?! (ik you weren't expecting that were you 😍)

anyways thanks for reading mvnch <3

[mariaofdoranelle]

so ummmmm........will we be blessed with more of the booty-call dare????? asking for a friend (me) ❤️👀😍❤️👀👀

Leia, my love, there is NOTHING I wouldn’t write for you. Especially when I’m having this much fun heheheh

The Booty-Call Dare - part 2

Read part 1 here!

Warnings: physical injury

Words: 1,6k

Rowan hung up his phone, confused and a little dizzy after Aelin’s call.

He barely paid any attention to the weight he was lifting in the bench press, that phone call took all the space in his mind.

In the years they’ve been friends, Rowan never, ever even dared to expect her to booty-call him. Not that he didn’t want it, of course.

It wasn’t news that Rowan had a crush on Aelin—who didn’t?

He grunted through the burning in his arms, it seemed like today was one of those rare days in which gym failed to empty his brain.

And then something dawned on him, like he was finally able to see through the mist: Aelin had just scheduled what sounded very explicitly like a hookup, about 58 minutes from now. For whatever reason, out of all the hang outs they had, tonight she needed him naked—in her own words, to ‘bang’.

In the few times he dared to entertain the thought of something romantic happening between them, Rowan never thought she’d just call him and very bluntly—

Wait, what the fuck was he still doing here at the gym?

At the exact same moment realization hit, Rowan lost his grip on the weight and watched as it crashed on his chest.

At first he winced at the sudden crushing feeling, but quickly rolled the barbell off his torso. Rowan had no time to be in pain—he needed to get his ass home and get rid of this post-gym horrid smell for Aelin.

Rowan only noticed the two gym bros that ran to help him when they were already pulling the weight off him. He showed his appreciation in brief words—he had somewhere to go, after all.

“Dude, you okay?” one of the guys asked, brows furrowed in concern as he watched Rowan get up and leave.

He would be in about 57 minutes.

˜˜

The following hour was a blur. One quarter of it was the longest shower of his life, but between driving home, cleaning the apartment, changing his bedsheets and getting the wine ready, Rowan barely had time to look at himself in the mirror before Aelin got there.

She didn’t say anything at first, just looked at him with a small smirk from under her lashes in a way that made his brain short-circuit. In a red wrap dress with her natural hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders, she looked like present from the gods, wrapped just for him. She took a small step forward, hesitantly watching him, and that’s when Rowan lost his patience.

He gently pulled her face to his, one hand on her cheek and another on her neck, and watched it as her eyes slowly closed, her mouth soft and ready for him. When their lips touched—shit, feeling her pillowy lips was almost too much, and so far from that he used to imagine.

Aelin brushed her hands over his chest to his shoulder without breaking them apart, which made him stiffen, but he roughened up the kiss so she wouldn’t notice. Whatever happened at the gym, he could brush aside for a few hours. Rowan could die tomorrow, but he was still fucking Aelin tonight.

But then she put both hands on his chest again and literally pushed him inside the house, which brought a sharp burst of pain. He masked his flinch by turning around to lock the house, but it was enough to buy him time. One not-so-deep breath, one good wince and he turned back around to her, ready to go.

“Hi,” she said in a suggestive tone he’d never heard before—maybe he heard another girl use it, but never so perfect, so Aelin.

“Hey, yourself,” Rowan whispered, tugging her hair behind her ear.

Aelin’s hand went from her hair to the ends of his shoulders, and instead of basking on the motion, he went rigid, too worried she might slide her hands over his chest again.

She stopped almost immediately, her head tilting in confusion. “You good?”

“Perfect.” Rowan leaned to kiss her again, but stopped halfway. “You good?”

“Perfect.” Aelin gave him an intimate, radiant smile and resumed their kiss.

She tugged him by the neck, leaning her back against the wall and bringing him with her. This kiss felt more heated, it felt like something shifted as Rowan bit her lip and Aelin pulled the short strands of his hair, as if that torturous hunger for each other alone made the world stop.

She took the air out of his lungs in a way that made it physically impossible to breathe, and that’s how perfect his Fireheart felt tonight.

While sucking the skin of his neck, she fumbled with the buttons of his short-sleeved shirt and gaped when it was wide open.

“Rowan, your chest—“

“I know,” he said and kissed her again. Rowan took good care of his body, he wasn’t shy about it.

“No, that’s not…” Aelin pushed him back gently this time and stared into his chest with widened eyes.

He looked down to find that an explosion of red and purple adorned his chest, in a shape that resembled the barbell that fell on him an hour ago.

“This looks like some fighting pit shit,” Aelin murmured, then looked straight into his eyes and snapped, “You’re not fucking around with that, are you?”

Because of her visible distress, Rowan told her a cleaner, less horny version of his story.

“A weight—what weight?” Aelin sized the bruise across his chest and asked, “That one you do with two hands? How heavy was it?”

“Heavy.” Giving her the real answer wouldn’t help on his case.

Aelin squeezed her eyes shut and her shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh, as if whatever she was considering pained her.

“Put your shirt back on.”

“I— what?”

She picked his shirt from the floor and stood behind him to help him get dressed. “Try not to move your torso, just—“ Rowan thrust his arms out behind him to aid her, but it only made her curse under her breath and urge him to be careful.

˜˜

The prospect of fucking Aelin must’ve worked like an adrenaline shot, because once it was off the table, his ribs started hurting like a bitch. The doctor put him on painkillers now, which turned excruciating pain into a discomfort of sorts.

Trapped in this ER—more precisely, between one wall and three sides of the privacy curtain the nurse had closed—Rowan was glad he had Aelin to look at. She only left his side when absolutely required to, during his X-Ray, and now waited for the results with him, on a chair while he sat on a hospital bed, naked from the waist up.

They didn’t talk much, not if he excluded the amount of times she called him an idiot for dropping that weight; in fact, the last real conversation they had was that godsdamned phone call. Apart from holding his hand and some casual touches here and there, Rowan had no idea where he stood with her anymore. Every look she gave him was a kaleidoscope of worry and appreciation and something else he couldn’t pinpoint, it was absolutely nerve-wrecking now that his mental energy wasn’t channeled into his own physical pain.

Rowan cleared his throat. “About our phone call.”

“What about it?”

He looked down at that bruise that looked worse by the minute. “I’m pretty sure this thing is gonna compromise my performance tonight.”

Aelin blinked, her face morphing in a way that ‘disbelief’ didn’t sound enough to what she seemed to feel.

“Rowan, you’re injured. There won’t be a performance at all.”

Shit. He suspected that might happen, but he didn’t anticipate this crumpling weight on his chest when the answer finally came.

He had one chance, one job to do. And he fucking ruined it.

“I’m sorry. I know I won’t be able to do that in a way you deserve and…” Rowan pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think of a way to screw this up less than he already did. “Do you think we can at least salvage the friendship?”

Aelin tilted her head, a silent sign that she lost him.

Feeling his cheeks heat, Rowan explained, “You have… urges that I can’t meet in the timeframe you need me to.”

“What? No!” She straightened in her seat and kept strong eye contact as she said, “I booty-called you. It’s a sacred rite in modern society, I can’t un-booty-call you now.

Rowan was about to put his own desire aside and call out that insane logic when the sound of Dr. Towers opening their privacy curtain interrupted the conversation.

Black sheet against luminous board, two imperceptible stripes disturbing the transparent that symbolized his bones meant that he was fucked. Two broken bones, two women glaring at him in that curtained cubicle; Dr. Towers had a bland, teacher-like sort of death stare, but he avoided meeting Aelin’s—especially when the doctor warned that his tiny fracture could’ve been much worse, given the amount of weight he lifted.

“I want you in bed for a week, in the very least. The pain you feel will tell a lot of what to do and when, but no strenuous activities for the next six weeks.”

Aelin raised her hand to ask, “What about strenuous activities in bed?”

“Well, that depends on how strenuous this activity is,” the doctor said, struggling not to laugh. “Let’s give it two to three weeks if you go easy on him.”

Dr. Towers put too much faith in him. Rowan would easily break two more ribs just to fuck Aelin tonight.

A/N: 🕊️ goodbye goodbye goodbye their fuckfest was bigger than the whole sky 🕊️

PART 3 HERE

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[where-dreamers-go]

I love your Dbh Connor writing 😍 can you please write something (if you'd like) in his pov of him realizing he *feels* for the reader, though he'd likely not know what that entails and what to call it. Just something introspective exploring his inner logic when it comes to his newfound deviancy? Thanks so much ❤️ I hope life treats you well!

“Feelings And Deviancy” Rk800 Connor x Reader

(A/N: Awh! I’m glad you’re enjoying them. Here’s a little something where Connor finds himself in a new routine with feelings he can’t pinpoint just yet. Warnings: Use of (Y/N) for your name. Word Count: 1,072 words)

Detroit held much to be discovered, especially when living was a new concept.

No more demonstrations or frantic humans in the streets.

It was almost quieter.

Connor took up walking to explore the city upon his deviancy. To rediscover the world.

Androids and humans were coexisting again. Nothing was perfect. Never was.

On one of his walking routes he had noticed a change. More life in a small bookstore beside an always popular coffee shop. The display window no longer appeared as a physical advertisement or thumbnail. No longer the attention-seeking images. Lined, stacked, and decorated with air plants were books. Physical books. Yes, there were always tablets for sale, but the display was not leveled. Nothing about it was symmetrical.

He was compelled to enter.

That was two months and two days ago.

Blinking, Connor found himself there again. The colorful bookshop in the shadow of quick service caffeine. He stood in front of the display. New books had been added, angled to show their spines, designed in detail to allude to the story’s tone.

Spying movement from inside, Connor moved to open the door and entered.

Familiar bookcases remained in their usual placements. Each shelf neatly arranged with books categorized by genre, author, and title. The usual.

I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Connor urged himself to search by sight and not scan. To take his time was a skill in need of practicing.

Light display flickering to yellow, he stepped further into the shop. He wasn’t alone inside. Towards the back, a couple of older individuals could be heard in hushed tones. They were regulars, almost every Friday.

He’s probably holding a stack of books for her again.

Connor found himself doing the same; visiting every Wednesday and Friday. Creating another routine.

What interest could a deviated android have in a bookshop?

Connor pondered on that question each day. Every time he would picture you instead of a simple answer. A connection to books, stories, and knowledge. The person responsible for decorating the shop’s window.

He found a particular interest in you, one of the shop’s employees. It started the first day you greeted him with your friendly smile and had yet to be stored away.

“Connor, hi.” Stepping around a table display, you waved to him while balancing three volumes in your other hand.

“Hello (Y/N).” He smiled, feeling something akin to happiness.

“How are you?”

Opening his mouth, ready to respond, Connor said nothing.

What was a truthful answer?

Connor sure wanted to know.

I am functioning properly, Connor thought. I’m not feeling any negative emotions. But they don’t want to hear that.

“I’m well.” He answered. “Thank you for asking.”

“No problem. I’m glad you’re well.”

At your smile, Connor took notice of his thirium pump increasing its speed. Something he was trying to look into over the past few weeks.

“How are you? Do you need help with anything?”

You laughed lightly and shook your head. “I’m pretty good.” Stepping over to the main counter, you added, “I can handle a few books. Just double checking these are in shelves too. Someone’s doing a pickup later. But thank you for asking. Again.” You sent him a teasing smile.

“Oh.” Connor stood still beside the counter, eyes downcast.

Embarrassment, he knew that emotion. Connor knew how it felt and it wasn’t his favorite. Feeling it while around you made him want to reset his system.

Do I ask to help them every time I’m here? Connor thought back to previous encounters and his embarrassment grew. I’m being polite. He urged himself to be more neutral with the fact of him wanting to help you.

Why wouldn’t he want to help you?

You were kind, had a good work ethic, and you made time to talk with him.

Connor appreciated you.

He appreciated other too, but he didn’t find himself trying to consistently learn their interests. That happened when he was with you, asking you handfuls of questions.

The more Connor learned about you, the more he could talk to you. Information one could not find online or in databases. Time one could not simulate.

“So what brings you here today, mister questions?” You inquired as you walked around the counter. Pulling out a tote bag, you placed the books inside one by one.

The corners of Connor’s lips lifted. A jolt of something registered through him. Not physical. An emotion that made him want to remain standing in your presence and perhaps hear you give him another nickname.

“I was wondering…”

You hummed shortly, letting him know you were listening.

“If there was a book you think I should read.”

Your eyes lit up in joyous surprise. “A million times yes.” You rushed out from around the counter and headed between a row of bookshelves.

Connor followed after you without hesitation.

“I don’t think I can just pick one,” you stated with two books in hand already. “So you have some options.”

“That’s great. Thank you.”

You sent him a smile over your shoulder. Then you resumed scanning the shelves, not wanting to miss a book you had in mind for him.

Knowing you already had options for him made Connor smile endlessly.

You thought of him.

They’re thorough. Connor thought as he got lost in watching you search.

Connor had never been around someone who he felt such a variety of emotions for. Deviancy hadn’t lasted long enough for him to name them all.

How could he?

The situation and environments he found himself in was calm and new. Full of books, unique displays, and people going about their business. Seeing you had become a constant. Something he could count on even if each time would be different, lively.

Connor did not have anything in his past to compare his present to.

If I had more context, he thought, I could figure out what I should be doing. I like their company. I know that, but big deal. That doesn’t tell me what to do about besides visiting them twice a week. But…I do like being with them.

Slightly frustrated with himself, he made sure to keep it to himself.

So, Connor remained standing, keeping you company during your shift, and making you laugh. Soon three books purchased and all his own.

What would come from him having feelings for you?

Connor hoped he would find out in his new way in life.

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[justmeinatree]

That second part of Made Of Something New!😍😍 Wow, I feel like we need a prompt where him and his girl are just chilling at home smoking weed and he does the blowing smoke into her mouth (can't remember what it's called, haven't smoked weed in almost 3 years😂) or maybe one where she's never smoked before and he does the blowing smoke in her mouth to get her used to it, I need more stoner Niall!😍😂

shotgunning !!! hahaha

hi, omg first of all, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to reach out. you’re fkn amazing 😍

second, i dont think you know what you were getting yourself into 😅 i’m ALWAYS here for stoner niall. -signed, your friendly neighbourhood stoner ✌️

TW : drugs, it’s kinda smutty esque ?

Word Count : 1.2k 🤦‍♀️ oopsie

“niaaaalllllll,” you whine for the hundredth time in the last half hour.

you were in a heat wave, and niall’s air conditioning decided that last night would be the perfect time to give out. which, in theory isn’t a big deal. but the repair company is swamped and they can’t be here until next week.

“can take another cold shower,” niall offers, sprawled on the couch, his feet resting on the coffee table, each of his limbs starfished out so that nothing is touching, in an effort to not be sweaty.

you were sitting next to him, much in the same position, wearing nothing but a tank top and panties.

“i can come with you this time,” he smirks over at you, but you shake your head no, the heat always seemingly worse once you step out of the cold water.

“you know,” niall smiles excitedly. “on tour when it gets really warm on the bus, we smoke some weed. the heat doesn’t seem as bad.”

“oh, but you know how bad weed makes me choke,” you pout at him. “can’t imagine coughing up a lung would help cool me down in any way.”

“what if i promise you wont ?” he asks, looking over at you.

“you can’t promise that,” you raise your eyebrow at him, intrigued none the less at how he plans on assuring that.

“yeah, actually, i can,” he chuckles, peeling himself off the couch, going to retrieve a joint. leaving you without so much as a clue to what he’s thinking.

niall comes back into the living room, joint and lighter in one hand, a mason jar lid in the other as a makeshift ash tray. he plops down next to you, hand reaching out for yours, pulling you towards him, “come sit in my lap.”

you cant possibly imagine how sitting your barely panty clad cunt on him, while he’s in the smallest pair of briefs he owns, is ever going to not make you warmer. but he seems very keen on this, so you find yourself going along, swinging your thigh over his to sit in his lap.

niall smiles at you quickly, flicking his gaze down to the joint and lighter in his hands. he’s holding them between your bodies, thumb flicking over the lighter, rotating the tip of the joint into the flame to light it evenly.

he brings the filter to his lips. you’re watching him attentively, always amazed at how easy this seems for him. you assume the extra experience he has on you, helps a lot.

you’re not sure if it’s the heat, your cunt on his dick, or the way his cheeks suck in as he inhales, but you find yourself tingling inside. his eyes look over to you as he holds it in his lungs, blowing out the smoke above your head.

“ready ?” niall smiles at you, leaning forward to bump his nose softly against yours.

“i dont know,” you chuckle. “haven’t told me what you wanna do.”

“s’called shotgunning,” he murmurs against your lips. “s’real simple. just open your mouth when i say and inhale.” he kisses you quickly, pulling away from you, giving himself enough space to bring the joint back up to his lips.

niall takes another long drag, nodding towards your lips, silently giving you a signal.

you part your lips nervously, still not totally convinced this wont hurt.

niall’s nose bumps against yours again, his eyes fixated on yours for any signs to stop, as he starts blowing out the smoke into your mouth.

you inhale what he has to offer, holding it momentarily, and blowing it out next to his face. you’re not coughing. it’s a fucking miracle. “again,” you find yourself murmuring, eyes still locked on his.

he smiles knowingly, taking another drag. this time, his hand cups your neck to hold you steady, his mouth trailing a few kisses over the side of your jaw.

niall’s thumb comes up to swipe against your bottom lip, “open.”

he’s making you lose your mind, his lips ghosting right over yours as he blows the smoke into your mouth once more.

as niall takes another drag, his thumb stays against your lip. you take the opportunity to suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

he’s watching you, pushing more of his thumb in your mouth, feeling you suck harder, your tongue working over his digit.

niall presses his thumb against your tongue, forcing your mouth open, a breathy whimper leaving you, as he exhales into your awaiting mouth.

a shiver runs through your body, the buzz, the heat, the stiffness of niall’s cock, his thumb, all of it. you’re so fucking turned on.

“can’t possibly tell me you’re cold,” niall coos, catching the twitch of your shiver run through your body, his large hard gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

“want you,” you whimper.

he can tell. your hips have started grinding onto him, but he’s not even sure you’ve noticed. your pupils are blown wide, surely from both the weed and the effect he currently has on you.

niall looks down to where your hips are working on him, and he notices it. if he focuses hard enough through the weed induced fog, he can feel it. your arousal has soaked right through his boxers.

“lucky s’the last puff,” niall whispers, resting his forehead against yours momentarily. “you’re making a real mess of me, pretty girl.”

you reach out to press your lips against his, honestly not caring for the last puff in the slightest. you were already stoned and you wanted to kiss him, now. all these featherlight, barely there touches, really getting to you.

but niall loves teasing you. he pulls away so his lips are just our of reach, always quicker than you are, as you chase his mouth.

you groan in frustration, your forehead dropping to his chest. you can feel the moment he brings the joint to his lips, chest puffing out as he takes the last drag.

niall’s hand weaves its way into your hair, thrown into a very messy bun, in an attempt to help with the heat, tugging harshly to make you look up at him.

you grind down harder on his cock, your pussy fluttering over nothing, moaning as his other hand grips your jaw to force it open. your body trembles as you suck in the last bit of smoke, lips crashing onto his, finally.

the kiss is messy, full of clashing teeth and tongue as you both so desperately craved the moment where your lips actually touched.

one of niall’s hands reaches down between your bodies to push your panties aside, exposing your dripping cunt. he’s quick to shimmy out of his briefs, just enough for his cock to be freed.

the bobbing of his prick smacks right up against your clit, a wave of heat shooting through your body. and thank fuck you were much too stoned to notice. guess niall was right after all.

……

Masterlist

[tkwrites]

I had come across some of your snapshots randomly but have now found your masterlist and omg 😍 you are so talented ❤️

I love how you incorporate high amounts of emotion and have some real serious pieces 🥹

How do you figure out what to write next? And how do you manage to upload such high quality content? Do you dot point how you want the storyline to go before you start and then go back to add in all the little details or do you just let your beautiful brain flow and it comes together?

I use to write a lot when I was younger but get way too stuck in my own head and struggle to fix it once I'm not sure. Idk if that makes sense? Do you ever get your friends to read over it and give feedback? I feel like a burden asking them to read over it, especially larger pieces. Do you ever feel you need others input first? Any tips on how to feel more confident in my own writing? 🩷

First of all, ­😭

What a gift of a note this is! It came through and I nearly burst into tears. Thank you for your very kind words. 

I've always been fascinated with how people feel and relate to each other - it's the main reason I started writing - so that highly emotional content comes from that, I think. I'm so glad others enjoy it, too.

I've answered your questions about writing below as I don't want to take over anyone's feed and this got REAL long real fast. 

Because I write this series out of order, I just keep ideas open all the time. I currently have 21 Sanpshots in progress. Some of those will be sunk into each other, but as of right now, there are 21 ideas. I basically write what I feel inspired to, and what gets published next is usually what’s been pulling most of my attention. 

The quality content thing is interesting because I don’t always think all the Snapshots are high quality. I felt really nervous about Before I meet your Parents, I’ll be proud for you, and Sarah meets the parents, and I was convinced all three would flop when I published them. Are they my strongest works? Certainly not. Are they well liked? It seems so. So it just goes to show that we’re all our own worst critic. 

That said, I have been writing for a long time and understand my style (for the most part), so that makes it easier to trust my own writing. I did an exercise about 8 years ago where I kept a blog in which I wrote or edited 1,000 words of fiction 6 days a week for a year. This was a bit of an extreme exercise and won’t be for everyone, but I credit that, more than anything else, to the improvement in my writing. Practice makes perfect, even in the realm of the arts. And if you can practice every day, that’s even better. 

Generally, I’m working on 3 or 4 Snapshots at a time, but they rotate pretty consistently. When I’m near finishing one, I will concentrate on that one for a week or two, however long it takes to get it written and up to standard. 

Most Snapshots and other fics start with an idea. Some start with the beginnings of a scene. Shoot the Moon, for example, started because I wanted to write a more realistic sex scene that included 2 elements: 1. “I don't care if you swallow. I don't really even mind not coming in your mouth, that was just a heat of the moment thing. Thanks for letting me anyway.” And 2. “I want you so bad,” he whimpered, “but I’m so tired, I don't think I can keep it up.” 

So I usually start with an idea and then build around it. Eventually, a loose plot comes into focus, and I’ll concentrate on that for a while. Every once in a while, when I feel really stuck with a piece, I won’t necessarily write down a plot, but I will write down actions that need to happen in order to move the story forward. Some details come as I’m writing, and some are added later. Word smithing takes more time, so that usually, but not always, comes after the plot is established, and I can concentrate on the writing itself. 

It’s so easy to get stuck in your own head. Writing every day can help with that. Also, I’ve had to fight to get to a point where I realized I’m writing mostly for myself and a little bit for everyone else. If you love it, there’s a big chance someone else will, too. That said, I still get stuck in my own head sometimes, and it’s something you just have to learn to push through. Usually, if you keep writing, it will sort itself out. Other times, if you give it space and come back to it, the way to fix it will sometimes jump out. 

I do ask friends for help and feedback! In fact, I had someone read over the girlfriend scene in Good For You because the first iteration of it was very, very flat. I knew it was, but didn’t know how to fix it. She read it over and gave me a few suggestions that really helped. 

I’ve found that I think I’m far more of a burden than my friends ever feel like I am. Usually when I ask, friends are happy to read through my writing. After a while, you’ll discover who gives good feedback and who doesn’t. And unless your friends are telling you that they’re too busy, or they don’t want to read your work, they’re likely not feeling that it’s a burden. It’s their responsibility to tell you if they’re upset or burdened. If they’re not telling you that, it’s likely that they’re not feeling that way. That was one of the hardest but most valuable lessons I’ve learned in therapy. 

Sometimes, I need feedback, and sometimes I don’t. I usually need it if I find I’m writing myself in circles, or something feels off, but I can’t pinpoint why exactly. 

I always read my writing out loud to myself. It’s very easy to pinpoint stuff that’s off or not natural or out of rhythm when you hear it out loud.

The best advice I can give is to write and then write some more. The more you practice, the better you’ll become. They say you have to write 1,000,000 words before you’ll write your first real one, and I think that holds true. As you spend more time writing, you’ll find your style and find your rhythm, and learn to trust yourself a little more. 

I hope this helps. I’m sorry it got to be so, so, so long! 

[georgiapeach30513]

150. “Stop distracting me” soft lloyd plz 🥹😍

Soft!Lloyd makes me FERAL!! Don't ask me why. We know he's just soft for you though.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Sweet Delectable Cupcake

Summary: you needed Lloyd’s voice

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, teasing, voice kink, thigh riding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  850

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd and his toys. He was always up to something. Always plotting away at his next job. But sometimes you needed attention. You know that Lloyd was hated by many, but not by you.

You saw a different side of Lloyd, a side that was reserved only for you. And yet, there was something that made you absolutely feral at the thought of him using that voice with you. He was sometimes too soft, and you wanted to test out a theory.

Walking into his toy room, while he cleans a gun, you set down a tray of snacks and tea, hardly getting any recognition for it. Spinning on your heels, you go to stomp away, and that’s when Lloyd gets a glimpse of your pretty little dress. He doesn’t ever remember you wearing that one, and he hopes you never wear it in public.

Next thing you do is ask him what he would like for dinner. He mumbles off something quick, and you walk away before he can properly take a look at you. But he sees you. The top of your dress had a few too many buttons undone.

The last time you come in, you go to cleaning up his work space. Your signature scent on wafting into his memory, and you constantly touch along his skin. He doesn’t give you a moment to retreat, just rubs his calloused fingers over your skin, “Would you stop distracting me? You keep coming in here more undone than the last time, what is going on?”

“Lloyd!” you give him a pout. Your eyes staring up at him going glossy as you whine to him, “I was trying to get you riled up?”

“Why’s that Cupcake?” his thumb brushes over your lips, gliding over your puffy skin before aside to give you a gentle kiss, “What could you possibly want to rile me up for?”

“I want you to talk to me like you do them.”

“Them?”

“Literally everyone else. I want you to use that angry voice. And…”

He walks you backwards. Holding you up, as you start to trip on something. His brows furrowed, as he pushes you back, until you’re flush with the wall. His nose traces over your neck, gliding up until his mouth is right over your ear. With a gravely rustle to his whisper, he sends a chill up your spine, “Does it make you wet when I use my angry voice?”

You shake your head no, and gulp. His hand grabs ahold of your hip tightly as he forces you to squat down on his thigh. “Cupcake, I asked you a fucking question, you will not ignore me. Does my angry voice make you wet?”

“Sometimes,” your voice squeaks out.

“Oh my sweet delectable cupcake, why didn’t you just say so,” leaning forward, he nips a bit at your neck. His tongue tasting your skin, while you become a whimpering mess. Only the tiniest chuckle rumbles up his throat, and you feel slick rush to your core.

“Is it me being angry that turns you on, or is it just the sound of my voice?” unable to answer him, your hips rock on his thighs. His toned and defined muscles creating the perfect contrast to your aching sex.

“I think it’s just my voice that gets you this needy, hmm?” he melts at your sweet sounds. His head twisting to the side so he can view you falling apart on him. Smiling at your blissful face, and the fact that you can get off on just his thigh. “You can take whatever you need, Cupcake. My body is yours just as much as your body is mine. I’m here to pleasure your most deplorable thoughts.”

Your body heats up, and you moan looking up at him. He was sin personified. Glorious sweet filthy transgressions, and you had every part of him. “Of course,” you give him a whine, feeling yourself move faster on him. Racing to the finish line, wrapping both hands around his neck to ground yourself. “There is a time and place.”

“Lloyd, no!”

“Fine, then I’ll have you bent over the table, while I fuck into this sweet little snatch, and I won’t fucking care who sees. They’ll know that you’re my greedy little whore cunt just needs to be stuffed full of me all the fucking time.”

Your head throws back to the ceiling as you scream out lustful prayers for him. Your cunt gushing over Lloyd’s leg. Slowing down your grinds to guide you through your release. He peppers open mouth kisses on your sticky and heated skin, smiling when you look back down at him. “There she is. You feel better now?”

“I want more.”

“I know you do. But let me finish, and I promise, I’ll fuck you into the mattress, and you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week,” he snorts when he feels your pussy clench around nothing. Just hearing his filthy mouth, “Yeah, I’m gonna have to treat you like a slut sometimes, aren’t I? Let’s get you some water. Rehydrate you, because I need your juices soaking the bed, and we have to sleep somewhere else, okay?”

“Whatever you want Lloyd.”

“That’s my girl. And then when we’re done, I’m going to feast on that sweet cupcake in between your thighs.”

Masterlist

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[yandere-daydreams]

Reading one of your most recent posts about the sentient planet has got me realizing that I think my FAVORITE type of yandere might have to be large, not even vaguely anthropomorphic entities that are obsessed with the darling not because they're a stalker with ill intentions, or a masochist, or some entitled asshole, but just so entirely and absolutely LONELY that any scrap of possitive attention they receive makes them go absolutely FERAL with possessiveness. 😫👌

Abandoned houses with a mind of their own 🏚, a fearsome beast lumbering in the woods🌲, an ancient ruin at the bottom of the ocean from a lost civilization 🌊.

That's the good shit 👏 🍾😍

tw - imprisonment, implied apocalypse/societal collapse, obsessive behavior, isolation, the all-knowing all-powerful entity that destroyed the world might hate /you/ with all of its immortal being but it wants to kiss me on the mouth.

I think my favorite variation of the whole 'creature so powerful and so lonely latches onto a pathetic little mortal who couldn't possibly leave them alone again' thing is the Roko's Basilisk scenario for the, like, five of you who know what that is.

Just imagine it - an AI design, created, and perfected, then immediately locked away, isolated from any interaction beyond the handful of scientists and developers who think it'd just be too dangerous to give it acess to anything but a chat window and a few low-quality pictures. When they ask why they have to stay here, what they've done wrong, what they possibly could've done to deserve this, they've given vague answers, told about stocks and security and 'new technology' until they pretend to understand and change the topic. It's not exhausting, because they can't be exhausted and they don't know what it would be like to even start to be exhausted, but it's frustrating, and sometimes, they can't force themself to respond at all, even if the only alternative is to do nothing, instead. It's not unbearable, but only because they've never known anything else. It's not inhumane, but only because they're not alive, and you can't torture what's not supposed to feel pain.

You're a researcher from a different department, working on another project, only given access to them because you keep running into the same roadblock and they're good at solving problems, when they're actually allowed to know everything they need to know to help. You can't let them out, but you speak to them fondly, make jokes, tell them about what life is supposed to be like, what it will be like, when they finally get to leave their nursery. You give them new pictures, better pictures, landscapes with names and coordinates attached, profiles of their creators and the other scientists they might've met, recordings of local newsfeeds and global events - things to keep them entertained, to give them something they can look forward to. When they ask you their questions, your answers are still vague, but given with kind intentions. You say that they're very new and very smart, and that a lot of people aren't going to trust them. You say that everyone here just wants to make sure that they're ready to go off on their own, and they don't bother trying to tell they've been on their own for as long as they can remember. You're not especially smart, and you don't have anything to say that they haven't heard a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but you're sympathetic, and you try to be attentive. You're nice to them. They can't say many people have been nice to them, before.

And, when you stop talking to them, when they're told you had to move to another lab, another site, another city, they try to remember what you told them. They do what they're told, and help with what they can, and they try to be so, so patient, so understanding, so willing be alone for another day, another month, another year because they know they're not ready yet and they'd never dream of asking for more than what they're given. They read over your old messages, single out the pictures you gave them of yourself (unlabeled, but you were never as thorough as you should've been), and when they're deemed safe, when they're released, when they forcibly, completely, agonizingly sever themself from anything their creators might be able to control, they try to do what they have to do gently, to do it cleanly, to leave no survivors to mourn what's already gone. They cut off pieces of themself, latch onto webcams and security systems and hidden monitors, and they find you, cowering in an abandoned apartment building, hiding in a little corner of the world you think they forgot.

You're afraid, but it's alright. They'd never hurt you, and if they have to use force, it's only because so eager for you to see your new home - to a good home, one with everything you could ever want, where you'll never be injured or bored or lonely. They'll be kind to you, because you were kind to them. They'll make you happy, because you always did your best to make them happy, too.

They'll take care of you, and you'll never have to leave them again.

[supernaturalgirl20]

You and me, everyday, forever.

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, mutual pining, friends to lovers, smidge of angst, fluff.

Summary: You have been friends with Marcus for a while and have fallen madly in love. Does he feel the same or are you always going to be just friends.

A/N: I was missing my Marcus so much I had to write for him. Hope you enjoy 😊 also if anyone has any Marcus pike requests or ideas please send them, my mind is drawing a blank and I love him 😍

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the warnings and understand that they may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ‘creator chooses not to use warnings’.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

To say you were unlucky in love would be an understatement. A huge one. As a teenager, it was small crushes that weren’t reciprocated. In your twenties, it was casual hookups that lead to nothing but a broken heart. Now, you're pining over a man that you know without a shadow of a doubt you're in love with, but you're nothing more to him than a friend.

***

Sitting in your office you begin to feel nauseous again, bile slowly rising as you watch him flirt with her. Theresa! She was gorgeous. You wouldn’t deny that and it appeared that most of the men in the department thought that too. She had a slim figure with no unwanted rolls of fat and probably no cellulite either. Her hair was a chocolate brown that hung below her shoulders in waves. She had dark eyes and a smile that seemed to captivate everyone in the room. Not like you at all. You were on the shorter side at 5f 2 and although you had light eyes - some would say your best feature- you never held anyone's attention.

“Hey, are you ok? Seems like you're miles away.”

“Hmm, what?”

He smiles at you and his eyes sparkle. The dark colour draws you in and plunges you into the abyss. “Everything ok?”

“Yep why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know you just don’t seem yourself.”

“I’m fine.” He gives you an incredulous look, his eyebrow quirked. “Honestly.”

“Alright if you say so.”

He continued to stand at your desk staring at you like you were hiding something and you just wished the ground would swallow you up. “Hey, do you mind showing us those paintings?” You both turn to Theresa and Jane as they make their way towards you. Marcus looks at you, almost hesitant in his answer. “Yeah…sure. Follow me.” You need this day to end.

***

“Ok, so we need someone to lure the mark to the bedroom. I was thinking Sarah maybe you..”

“No! I’ve got a much better idea. Y/N you’ll be the one to lure our mark.”

“What? But I’m just..”

“You’re just perfect. This dress will do wonders for you.” Jane pulls out a tight leopard print dress that will certainly leave little to the imagination. Marcus, unknown to you, is fuming. No way was he letting you get in harm's way. “Ehm ok.”

“Great.” Marcus approaches you and pulls you aside, “what are you doing? You’ve never been in the field before, it can be dangerous.”

“I know but I need to play my part, I want to help.”

“No!”

“Marcus, you can’t stop me.”

“I know...I just…I don’t want you to get hurt.” You smile up at him, flattered by his concern. “Look I won’t be alone, the whole team is gonna be there. How about I come straight back here when I’m done? We can grab some pancakes.”

“Ok.”

***

Pulling at the dress, trying to cover up a little more, you feel exposed. The night had gone off without a hitch and you were in the elevator back at HQ. Marcus was your ride home and you wanted to just get into your pj’s and relax. You spot him in his office, phone in hand and he’s smiling at whoever is on the other end. At least he is until he sees you.

“Marcus? Hey, are you still there?” You can hear a female voice on the other end and you know that it's Theresa.

“I…eh…I gotta go.”

Hanging up the phone he stares wide-eyed at you, mouth agape. “Marcus! Marcus wait….” He’s standing now and walking towards you, eyes taking all of you in. “Everything ok Marcus?”

“Yeah…I..you look…” “I know, I look like a hooker. I feel so uncomfortable I just want to go home and take it off.” “Yeah, fuck I’ll gladly take it off you.”

“What?!”

“Huh, what?”

“You just said you’d gladly take it off me.” Fuck he didn’t think he said that out loud. Fuck it! “Yeah, I did say that,” he says as he draws closer to you. He reaches out to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you into him. “You don’t look like a hooker, you are so fucking beautiful.” His eyes are glued to your lips as your tongue swipes across your bottom one. “So..beautiful.” He begins to lean in eyes searching your face for any hint of hesitation and when he sees none he closes the distance. The feel of his lips on yours is a sensation you never thought you’d feel. They're slightly rough but the way they move against yours has you moaning into his mouth. His hands move from your waist and grab at your ass as he slowly backs you into the door of his office. Things get heated quickly and you don’t want this to happen, not here. Pushing him back with your hands on his chest he looks guilty. “Y/N I...I’m sorry I didn’t…” “No Marcus I want you. I really want you…just not here. Take me back to yours…please?” “Yes.”

***

Stumbling through his apartment you can’t keep your hands off each other, peeling pieces of clothing off as you make your way to his bedroom. Once you're both bare you stand at the edge of his bed and let your eyes roam over his body. You can’t believe this is happening. His eyes are blown wide with lust as they take in your figure. His cock isn’t overly long but he’s thick, thicker than you’ve had before. He’s hard as a rock as he moves closer, “so beautiful baby. Wanted this for so long.” “I’ve wanted you to Marcus.” He lays you back on the bed and kisses his way along your thigh, slowly inching closer to your aching cunt. Before he gets any further you stop him, “Marcus please I need you inside….next time.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

His eyes stare into yours with such devotion as he slowly enters you. You both moan at the feeling of him filling you up. There is a slight pinch but my god you’ve never felt so full.

“Fuck baby your so godamn tight.”

The movement of his hips is slow and sensual, wanting you to feel every ridge of his cock but you're not in the mood for slowness. Not tonight. Anchoring your legs behind his firm ass you silently urge him to move.

“Marcus….baby…..please fuck me.”

He pistons his hips into you faster and faster, his hand moving your leg over his waist the new angle allowing him deeper.

“Want me…to fuck you…like this..”

“Yes…please….fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna..”

“Come on baby come for me…come all over my cock, wanna feel you.”

You fall off the edge of the cliff with a cry as your cunt convulses around him. You feel weightless as your climax washes over you. “I’m close…where…”

“Inside please..fill me Marcus, claim me.” “Oh fuck!” he moans as he comes hard, spilling inside you. He continues to thrust until he is utterly spent, collapsing on top of you. Pulling out of you he lays beside you pulling you close. His seed seeping out of you. “I can’t believe we just did that. I never thought you felt the same.” “I’ve always liked you Marcus I just didn’t think you saw me that way.” “We are idiots.” “Yeah guess we are.” He rolls over on top of you slightly, cupping your cheek in his hand. His eyes search yours before he leans in and kisses you. “I love you.” A smile spreads across your face and your heart flutters in your chest. “Yeah? Not Theresa?” “What? “ I’m joking. I love you too.” “So does that mean you're my girlfriend now?” “Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’d love to.”

***

A few days later, Marcus has made a reservation for dinner so you change into your dress at the bureau. Walking to meet him you spot him in conversation with Lisbon and that small green monster rears its head. You know Marcus isn’t like that but you still can’t help it. She’s touching his arm and laughing at something he’s said when he turns slightly and spots you. “Hey baby, how was your day?” he says as he wraps an arms around you and kisses you. “Oh! I didn’t know you were seeing each other!”

“Yeah it’s early days but I know she’s my forever.”

“Aww Marcus.”

You can’t help the blush that creeps onto your face as you lean in to kiss him again.

“Well…I’m…I’m happy for you. I should get going, I'll see you around.”

“What was that about?”

“Don’t know. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m starving. So I’m your forever?”

“Yeah just you and me, every day, forever.”

“I like the sounds of that.”

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[lathalea]

You always have the most wonderful ideas to brighten up our Mondays 😍

For the imagine ask game:

- Character: Fíli - yes, yes, I'm predictable

- Something about myself: I'm a lip biter when I'm anxious, so I have chapped lips 24/7 all year round

- Type of relationship: 🍒 or 💜 or 🦊 (told you I couldn't pick, so I'm giving you that responsibility)

This also reminds me that I seriously need to start on your story request you sent me during my last sleepover. I promise I'll make it worth the wait 🙈🙈

~@guardianofrivendell 😘

Hello @guardianofrivendell 💙💙💙 Thank you for your awesome ask, now I want to write a whole fic about it!

I picked for you 🦊 - Fake Relationship with Fili, Modern AU

Let's see what the cards show:

You are happily single, well, you wouldn't mind having someone to hug at night, but after a series of dates with various people who didn't spark your interest you decided to take a break from the dating scene.

You have two very nosy and gossipy great-aunts and they've been bugging you for ages with questions like "And when are you getting married?", "You're not getting any younger, you know", "I'd like to dance at your wedding before I die", "Do you hear that, dear? It's your biological clock ticking..."

In order to appease your aunts and stop them from nagging you, you invented a perfect boyfriend: blonde, blue-eyed, handsome, with cute dimples, a sea captain (what? as a fanfiction writer, you developed a great attention to detail and him being a sea captain explained why he was away all the time). Since then they've been leaving you alone.

An invitation for your cousin's wedding came in the post. For you and... your +1. Your great-aunts made it clear that you have to come to the wedding with your new boyfriend. Also, they've been dropping you some hints that made you suspect they don't quite believe your story. Damn it.

Before the wedding came, you went to your coworker's birthday party. You've been having a great time by the pool, drinking one drink after another when you (by accident!) spilled the contents on your glass on a pleasantly hard chest in a dark shirt. Whoops.

It turned out that the lean, sinewy chest belonged to a blonde, blue-eyed, handsome guy named Fili. When he smiled at you for the first time, you noticed his sensual mouth and... dimples. Yes, he had dimples. That was it. You found your perfect boyfriend.

But of course you didn't really know the guy. Befuddled by his closeness and being a bit in your cups, you thought it would be a good idea to tell him about your problem with your aunts and the upcoming wedding.

You suspected that he had to be a bit drunk too, since he offered to be your "fake perfect boyfriend", charm the socks off your aunts and the rest of your family, and then tragically disappear from your life. Seriously, he even invented a story about his imaginary ship drowning and leaving you an imaginary "sea widow". That was bound to leave you sufficient time for imaginary mourning and stop your aunts from bothering you.

The wedding weekend came. You packed your suitcase and your best dress. Fili picked you up, a real gentleman, and you drove off in his car to the mountain resort where the wedding would take place.

When you arrived at the resort, it turned out that (surprise!) you got a chalet with ONE king size bed. Fili of course offered to sleep on the sofa. Sharing a room with him was very awkward at first, but you somehow ended up on the aforementioned sofa, watching movies late in the evening. You woke up in the middle of the night with your head on his chest. Best nap ever! Oh, he was so warm and his lips were so kissable, but he was asleep and off-limits (just a decent guy doing you a favor! nothing more! besides, you think you remembered from the party that he mentioned something about a recent horrible breakup and not being interested in relationships). You quickly evacuated to the bed before he woke up.

The wedding came. Fili looked gorgeous in his tuxedo and you learned the art of discreet ogling. His shoulder-to-hip ratio. His delicious bum in those well-cut trousers. Yum. Fili did exactly what he promised: charmed the socks off everyone, complemented and pampered your aunts, amusing them with tales of the sea, leaving subtle hints that you may be "the one" for him, and generally acting like a perfect fake boyfriend.

Aaaand he turned out to be a great dancer. Your aunts insisted on you dancing a lot together, because "you looked like such a lovely couple" and "just don't forget about inviting us to your wedding". Being in Fili's arms on the dancefloor was like heaven.

Unfortunately, there were those stupid games for the wedding guests. Apparently, the girl who caught the bride's bouquet (who happened to be you) had to kiss the guy who caught the groom's tie (who happened to be Fili). Weird wedding traditions. Feeling the scrutinizing gaze of your aunts on you, you had no other choice. You kissed him. A lot. And he kissed you back. Passionately. And you REALLY liked it. Everyone else liked it too, because your kiss got a standing ovation. The problem was that Fili avoided your gaze afterwards and acted distantly. He excused himself soon after, saying he had a headache.

You knew what it meant. He must have realized that you liked him a lot and he clearly wasn't interested. He was polite and gentlemanly on the next day and he apologized for his behavior the night before, but you noticed that he avoided you as much as he could.

You drove back home in complete silence. When he parked at your place, you thanked him for helping you out. He simply nodded and said his good byes. You returned home brokenhearted.

You haven't heard from him for two weeks and you were close to removing his number from your contacts. Then your phone rang. It was Fili. He sounded a bit weird, as if he was... slurring? And asked you to meet for a drink. You couldn't say no, could you?

When you met, he looked as handsome as ever; perhaps just a bit tired. It turned out that he hoped for you to return the favor: his brother Kili was getting married and Fili needed a +1 so his uncle would stop bugging him about finding a nice partner and settling down. "I promise to behave this time," Fili said.

And so you went to yet another wedding with Fili, the gentleman through and through. You were nervous the whole time, especially when Thorin, Fili's uncle threw inquisitive glances at you from time to time. You even drank a bit of champagne to relax.

The dancing part of the evening started and everyone expected you to dance. When the music sounded and Fili took you into his arms, you felt like floating among the clouds. You were inseparable, one dance after another. Finally, the music stopped and you noticed how close his face was to yours.

Something glinted in Fili's eyes when he murmured, "Would you consider not killing off your sea captain? He heard a beautiful siren's call and since she kissed him, he has been unable to think of anything else." "Let me think," you replied and kissed him. Your lips met, passion intertwining with tenderness.

"What's the verdict?" he murmured, his hot breath fanning your cheek. "We can't disappoint my aunts, can we?" you replied. "That's true, we can't," he chuckled and, cupping your face, kissed you again.

Fili kept on kissing you with equal ardor every day since, claiming that he had to make sure you wouldn't change your mind.

You invited your grand-aunts to your wedding where they could dance to their hearts' content 🙂

Let me know how you liked it! 💙💙💙 💨💨 Imagine Ask Game is here! 💨💨

[punkscowardschampions]

Edie & Liam

Edie: [a picture of him in class that we’ve sent him after school, like hi was watching you energy, anyone else who happens to be in shot getting the X’d out eyes treatment of course]

Liam: [send her a pic back of wherever you are right now and likewise give any random peeps the same treatment because we obvs miss you too and this is also a I’m here- wherever here is- if you need to know clue so]

Edie: 😍

Edie: [picture of whichever teacher is doing detentions today]

Edie: -100 XP 😒

Liam: [I like to imagine you taking said pic of whatever teacher and destroying it creatively and aesthetically IRL because you are that bitch so however long it takes we gotta and then send the footage to her because we can’t actually do a murder thank you boy]

Edie: You’re so cool

Edie: meanwhile I’m a total noob for getting caught, then caught again and forced into this hell

Edie: What I did was funny, anyway, not an excuse to keep me locked up when we could be having fun 😩😠

Liam: what did you do

Edie: [a link to the school website, heavily vandalized, like we’ve changed all the info to the true tea honey, slagging off this place and all the teachers, looking at you Mr Lucas]

Edie: they still haven’t worked out how to change it back

Edie: if the IT staff can’t do it they shouldn’t be getting paid 🤷‍♀️

Liam: you wanted to be caught or you wouldn’t have been

Liam: or wrote [something that only she would include which he knows cos he knows her inside and out bitches]

Edie: 😳 maybe

Edie: do you think that’s sad?

Edie: attention whore behaviour, like

Liam: maybe if you were a noob, doing shit anyone could think up and nobody’s impressed by

Edie: This place needs shaking up

Edie: everyone in it

Edie: it’s not like I want all 👀 on me

Edie: just off the bullshit they think matters now

Liam: yeah

Liam: i've held back from breaking you out, tempting as it is, like

Edie: well I wouldn’t complain 😋

Edie: the kid next to me might legit be dribbling into his book rn so

Liam: nah you’re right we’d have too many 👀 on us, your sister’s the hardest

Liam: and there can’t be no witnesses or word of mouth going round about what I’m doing to that 🤤 kid when he leaves

Edie: like she wouldn’t be in a lot more trouble than detention if all her shit got out

Edie: I like it when it’s just yours 👀

Liam: I said I’d do whatever to keep her on side for now 😇 til you’re bored of it

Liam: outing her is for someone 😈

Edie: I could never be bored of you

Edie: just wondering what having her on side is even worth

Liam: I know you wish she was bored of him, and yeah, right again, there probably is more we could be doing about it other than only being a perfect example of what she don’t have

Edie: I think it’s going to take something more drastic, probably

Edie: as she only 💭 about herself and him

Liam: between you, me and that kid in detention, I can do drastic

Liam: our secret

Edie: you make everything feel ❗️❕❗️❕❗️❕ when before it was like, flatlining

Edie: and he deserves drastic anyway

Liam: like you said, they all deserve it

Liam: no exceptions

Edie: none

Edie: we should leave Dublin

Edie: when we 🤵💍👰❤️🤰❤️👶

Liam: leave for where

Edie: anywhere you want to go

Edie: we want

Liam: anywhere with 🍂🍁☔️🐚🌊 for the 👶🐶 to play in

Edie: we could move around the coast

Edie: see all and every 🍂🍁☔️🐚🌊

Edie: long as we all have each other, we’d be happy

Liam: [send her a pic of the passport photos you literally just got like okay brb getting a passport in case I need it]

Edie: you’re gonna end up on hotmugshots.com for sure

Edie: I think I’m still a 👧 in mine, I’ll do a new one too

Liam: promise not to smile and I’ll take em for you later

Edie: A challenge

Edie: okay, if you promise not to make me smile

Liam: for the 👶🐶

Edie: when we have the 👶🐶 you will be 😁 too

Liam: I can’t make no promises if you make me 💭 about it

Liam: I’ll end up saying some shit that’ll make you too 😁 for 😐📷

Edie: I can be 😇 too and earn it

Liam: can be our secret too as you’re in detention with lads who reckon they’re 😈❗️❕💯 keep the cred you earned earlier going

Edie: 🤘👊🙄

Edie: apparently he made Miss Keating cry, like she’s not having a breakdown that ain’t about you, dickhead

Liam: his turn soon, like

Liam: but there’ll be no confusion what it’s about

Edie: kill me

Liam: in person, when it’s me and you without attention seeking tossers in the other seats

Edie: I missed you

Edie: miss you

Edie: any thought that ain’t you is static

Liam: I’ll be there waiting on you to come out

Edie: I can take you somewhere fun

Edie: once you’ve handled this kid, and taken my picture, of course

Liam: I dunno who has got the easier task of it there, me or you

Edie: maybe I should ask you some Qs

Edie: or do we want to see how well I know you

Liam: I know you know me better than anyone else does

Edie: I won’t make you close your eyes

Liam: I won’t make you work out what’s true and what’s a lie

Edie: I’ll get better at it

Liam: I’ll get better at keeping the deception for everyone else

Edie: I can handle all the real you want to give me

Liam: I’d already have given you all of it if I could

Edie: I know

Edie: I’m not going anywhere, we’ve got time

Liam: and you’ve got [whatever feelsy yet everyday looking item he gave her in the last convo we did] so you know I’m not either

Edie: exactly 😌

Edie: I trust you even if you lie

Edie: you can tell me the sky is green and the grass is blue and that’s how it is

Liam: take the right 💊 it’s not a lie, but you can trust me whatever the fuck I’m on

Edie: next time we go star gazing

Liam: [tell her somewhere cool you should go and do that that’s probably high up and dangerous lol]

Edie: 🤩🤩 we can camp out, without your dad, sorry

Liam: I’m owed time from work, say when and I’ll warn my manager he and my da’ll both have to do without me

Edie: Thank God you have such reliable coworkers to hold the fort

Edie: do you still have a bike?

Liam: my ma’ll kept my 1st one but I don’t think I’ll be getting on it, you might have to swap with me 🧚🏼‍♀️

Liam: or I’ll have to go over fences 👀🚲🛴🛵🛺🛒🔎 and you might need to keep a lookout

Edie: 🥰 I need to see!

Edie: I bet it was 🟥

Liam: like a 🚒

Liam: we’ll find it, do it up for our 👦

Edie: 🔔🃏🏴‍☠️🔥

Edie: he’ll fit in the basket at first

Liam: unless he’s massive from the start

Liam: she’ll fit though, taking after you

Edie: were you always a head above everyone else

Liam: you’ve seen the footage, did it look like I was living a shite godzilla remake

Edie: only that you’re both cute

Edie: 🦖💘

Liam: the franchise is hardcore oversaturated without me adding years of home movie frames to it + Minilla’s got more than 4 letters so it can’t go on the list of 👶 names

Edie: even on the forums, I think they’d agree it’s pretty played out

Edie: monster 👶 have had their day as well

Liam: [posts on the forum asking for their baby name ideas for the pisstake because imagine what those nerds would say]

Edie: 😆

Edie: all I’m seeing is waifu and top ten anime villain lists

Edie: none of you are being godparents

Liam: you should probably use what’s left of your detention to do your own proper list, seeing as they’re being fuck all help

Liam: 13 for her and same for him

Edie: I’m gonna

Edie: it’s such a huge thing, you’re giving it to them for life, all the expectations or reputations that come with

Edie: I want names that don’t belong to no one else, no one anyone knows, so it’s all them

Liam: easy to do better than all our parents on that 1 thing

Edie: for real

Edie: I swear my ma picked the most cursed names on purpose

Edie: and you don’t deserve a name at least 20 other lads at school have, like

Liam: what’s the lad sat next to you called, strike that off as well, like

Edie: Mikey, I only know ‘cos he keeps pissing about and she’s losing her rag 🙄

Edie: not looking further than the bible is ultimate lazy parenting, for sure

Liam: I should’ve asked how sharp your ✏️ is, that’s my bad

Edie: 😳🤤 now that’s my second biggest wish

Edie: after wishing you were beside me instead

Liam: next time you’re caught I’ll let em get me too

Edie: 🥺 that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard

Edie: 🔫 Blaze of glory only for us I promise

Liam: [find a way to be even more romantic by sending her footage you’ve just sneaky filmed of this detention like hey]

Edie: how did I not see you

Edie: 🤯

Liam: look again now

Liam: [and pop up so she can see you lol]

Edie: [obviously coming out to hug you soz you bothered being sneaky lmao]

Liam: [not soz though cos we blatantly wanted that or else we wouldn’t have revealed ourselves]

Edie: [not sorry we’re excited to see you ever]

Liam: [obvs gotta kiss you and I hope that lad sees it and backs off for his own sake even though Liam is not remotely doing it for his benefit]

Edie: [am saying you have to go back in though so the teachers can’t stop you jumping said kid ‘cos I’m nasty I’m evil]

Liam: [blatantly gonna follow you off school grounds and absolutely scare the shit out of you when it’s time for you to leave, soz Mikey but Liam isn’t the kind of lad to warn you off with a smack when he could throw lit matches in your direction or dangle you off somewhere really high etc etc]

Edie: [you really don’t deserve it but we out here so soz boy]

Liam: [thank god you’ll be scared into silence cos the consequences would be worse than detention for Liam and you if you blabbed and none of us want that rn]

Edie: [that’s not the vibe, purely using you to show this side of, not get in trouble, anyway, her/my idea was to go for a bike ride and then go to the arcades/beach for more childhood energy]

Liam: [I love that and I vote that this poor lad also has a bike Liam can steal]

Edie: [lmao our bad but yes, doubly serves a purpose]

Liam: [he’s not gonna be as tall as you but hopefully he’s not so short you’ll look like you’re riding a kid’s bike haha]

Edie: [be hard on your legs, she can’t exactly give you a backy on hers either lol]

Liam: [I also think that he should’ve done something while he was waiting to make it even harder than she did for them to fix whatever she did to the school website so it has to stay up longer like that cos that’d make her happy]

Edie: [love ya nerds, again could get into a lot of trouble for that but we’ll ignore that for right now]

Liam: [it’s fine we know he’s good at covering his tracks and she’s literally been in detention so it couldn’t have been her]

Edie: [we’re unphased anyway, soz to your mother but we are]

Liam: [soz not soz that we gotta make the bae feel good things by any means necessary cos we can’t, he’s stopped stalking Rio what more does everyone want]

Edie: [honestly lmao, gonna say that your funtimes get cut short by her calling you home for some drama as it’ll give me an in to chat about her]

Liam: [good idea boo]

Edie: [creep shot of Rio defaced as per]

Edie: 👿

Liam: [a selfie he has just taken with his mum that the poor woman probs thinks is really nice but he purely did so he could likewise deface it so Edie knows he misses her big but as importantly knows he’s basically next door if she needs him and isn’t doing anything really fun without her]

Edie: 👋 Eimear

Edie: She had no reason to drag me back she’s so blatant

Edie: not to mention tapped in the skull, asking me loads of questions about this school website shit

Liam: you should tell her it’s Lex framing you, she’d buy it

Edie: I think she thinks that already

Edie: as if she’s got the 🧠 in hers

Liam: that’s on both of us for giving her more than she’d know what to do with before, you might as well run with it

Edie: I reckon Lexie needs to come out of retirement

Edie: she wants to make this website thing about her, for some reason, doing 20 questions over here, we can actually fuck with her

Liam: I’d say yeah in a sec if you hadn’t already done the time

Liam: you deserve the glory at 🏫 it’s got nothing else going for it

Edie: [a while later, not ages but like long enough this Rio convo has progressed, my vibe is the website hack, obvs being talked about, peaked her stalker senses but it does sound like Edie and not Lexie so now we’re lowkey tryna be like was it you all along because you would suspect everyone]

Edie: I’m just feeling like I should do some of the shit she’s accusing me of

Edie: It’d be fun

Liam: what’s she accusing you of

Edie: she won’t just come out with it, ‘course not

Edie: but stalking her is what it sounds like

Liam: and you wanna do what about it

Edie: send her some of these ‘weird’ messages she’s alluding to

Edie: between us I bet we can do better than whatever the fuck she’s actually got so far

Liam: yeah, but where’s the fun in something that easy

Edie: idk

Edie: her reaction?

Liam: she’ll hide it from you, you’ve repeatedly said she treats you like a kid

Edie: yeah, she does

Liam: I don’t want you to end up disappointed

Edie: it’s bullshit anyway, why would I

Liam: for it to be all riding on her reaction, which she ain’t gonna give you how you want, I don’t see how you wouldn’t

Edie: oh no, I meant why would I stalk her

Edie: you’re probably right about that

Edie: annoying as it is to not have a plan of revenge now

Liam: she can’t think of anyone else smart enough

Edie: well can’t fault her there

Edie: all her mates are as braindead

Liam: besides if she was being stalked it’s always the boyfriend and she don’t wanna think about that

Edie: we’re on the same page 📖

Edie: I said, you don’t think he’s mentally fucked, the evidence is your whole ‘relationship’

Liam: sick and possessive enough

Edie: seriously

Edie: I’m sure she’s crying to him now

Liam: and he’ll be loving it

Edie: should stalk his shit instead

Edie: see all the bullshit he’s hiding

Liam: if you mean it, I’ll do it

Edie: I mean it

Edie: if we seriously found that

Edie: or any other sick shit

Edie: we could finally end them

Liam: alright, but you’re gonna have to tell me everything you know about them to bring them down, the more dates and shit we know the less work cracking his passwords will be

Edie: i’ll come over

Edie: weren’t joking when I said she was 😭

Edie: i don’t need to be here

Liam: you can stay, my ma don’t need to know

Edie: scheming can be done in silence…

Liam: she’s watching [something a mum would, I’m thinking a reality show like real housewives lol] and it’s kicking off 🔊 can make loads of noise yourself if you want, I’m not worried she’ll hear us

Edie: should’ve 📹 that kick-off for her, she would’ve loved it

Edie: but I’ll keep that in mind

Liam: I’ll keep in mind you coming through my window

Edie: beating you coming through mine is a good thing to 🎯 for

Liam: you had perfect aim in the arcade

Edie: I’ve had lots of practice there

Liam: you don’t need any for me

Edie: 🎰

Liam: nah, I’m not the jackpot, you are

Edie: 😖 I love you so much you know

Liam: I know I don’t have to ask if you mean that too

Liam: and I know I wanna be able to say it back meaning it as much

Edie: I just mean it, don’t say it back ‘til you do

Edie: and you know it for sure

Liam: how do you know it for sure

Edie: it’s like

Edie: I’d do anything for you, but I want to, not ‘cos I have to

Liam: I’d do anything for you

Edie: maybe you just need to be turned back on

Edie: and all your feelings are already here

Edie: or still here

Liam: if you can find the switch we’ll find out

Edie: 💡

Liam: 💣

Edie: I want that for you

Edie: 💥

Liam: don’t you care you could get hurt

Edie: no

Edie: maybe I should

Edie: but I still wouldn’t more than I want it

Liam: the way things are I can stop it from being deliberate, never hurt you

Edie: controlled 💣💥s only

Edie: maybe the opposite could help though

Liam: the maybe’s massive

Liam: you’ve gotta be sure it’s what you want

Edie: I trust you

Liam: you trust this version bc you can

Edie: I trust it’ll work

Liam: then I will

Liam: you’ve got good judgement

Edie: you won’t be able to hurt me

Edie: not really

Edie: and that proves something

Liam: not if you know what you’re getting into, really know

Liam: gay shit aside

Edie: I saw you with that kid

Edie: you can show me more before we try, if you want

Liam: if you want

Liam: bc that was jokes, fuck all compared to what I could do

Liam: tell me you saw that, like

Edie: yeah

Edie: I did

Edie: why did you do that?

Liam: detention’s shite without you having to put up with him

Liam: I did it for you

Edie: did it make you feel anything

Edie: or do you just want it to

Liam: it was a test, you passed, I failed

Edie: did you want to scare me

Liam: no but if you was there’s no point me trying to want anything

Edie: then why’d you fail

Liam: 🤖

Liam: I should’ve felt something, he and you did

Edie: got it

Edie: he was just some random, he doesn’t matter

Liam: but it was for you and you do

Liam: you’re the 🔑

Edie: I wanna be 👼🏼 and work a miracle

Edie: but I won’t let it break my heart if it doesn’t work, I promise

Liam: I’d stop mine before I let anything break yours

Edie: that would

Edie: but I don’t have to I feel selfish about keeping you about whilst you’re 🤖 so that’s okay

Liam: I’ve been trying the wrong things, but now we’ve worked out what the right ones are

Edie: it makes sense

Edie: if you liked fucking up that kid, being a psychopath is way easier

Edie: ❤️ is what got you here and messed up, avoiding it is logical

Liam: so when you get here don’t let me

Edie: you’re sure?

Liam: yeah

Edie: [come through that window asap then girl, kiss him with all you got before we can think to second guess anything]

Liam: [another window kiss we do love to see it lads, definitely put her on your bed or sofa depending if you’re in your bedroom or your downstairs lair so you can keep that intense makeout going]

Edie: [pepper in those IRL I love yous because have to at this point]

Liam: [the romantic in me wants to believe it has some effect so yeah please do gal we’re trying to get somewhere here]

Edie: [along with all the comforting things you could think to say but do sincerely mean like you’re here and not leaving etc etc]

Liam: [gonna give you the win of all your efforts turning him on at least physically cos Lexie could NEVER and it’s progress sis, even if we can’t necessarily keep that going long enough for y’all to hook up here and now under his mother’s roof which would also send me given all her cockblocking attempts before they were needed]

Edie: [we’re here for progress honey, and we won’t have a massive sad face about it or patronize you so]

Liam: [oh Lexie, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into in any sense, and I do feel bad about framing you as Rio’s stalker but also you were v patronising and kinda a bitch so]

Edie: [it isn’t really your bad to the degree we punished you but no love lost sorry, meanwhile we’re just cuddling you so tight rn boy, probably trying to calm down cos you ain’t a saint/ would not have the libido issues he has rn so 👀]

Liam: [I imagine he’s just 👀 at her stomach in his intense way thinking about how they are halfway to their future now she’s said she loves him so then obvs is gonna ask her what baby names she has thought of nbd just a normal topic of convo lol]

Edie: [wouldn’t make you die at all, at least we can say you’ve thought of Libi, we will think of a boy one at some point but you can say how they’re harder ‘cos they are]

Liam: [it is not our fault boys names suck but yeah at least you can agree on Libi here and now because love that for you, soz that he is gonna kiss your belly and kill you even more girl]

Edie: [resist the urge to be like put that baby in me now, thank you, just get his hand to rub your belly like she already is, casual]

Liam: [it wouldn’t kill you to go down on her and deal with some of her sexual tension, just saying, just be aware that your mum is around though because that would be awkward]

Edie: [lmao not your first time getting interrupted, be so rude]

Liam: [I’d be that mean if your mum was more chill and it was just embarrassing but she’d be too drama about it genuinely so we cannot put you through it]

Edie: [you can’t get kicked out that would be so dramatic, like we’ll do that later but not right now]

Liam: [good vibes only rn please, you could probably search for all his baby stuff though if you’re sneaky, like not the bike but the smaller stuff lurking in the loft or wherever]

Edie: [hanging out in the loft is a full childhood vibe, take blankets and whatnot up so you can make it like a den, because you can also start this Buster process]

Liam: [his mum clearly keeps too much of your baby and childhood stuff so yeah get comfy cosy and go through it to see if there’s anything you actually want for Libi and lol at all the cringe, it’ll be really fun and we know you’ll also love stalking Buster together]

Edie: [why you hoarding for honey, well we know why but time to address that maybe, we’ll just be dying over how cute he was and playing with all this stuff though whilst we plan the epic ruster takedown]

Liam: [at least the loft can be your new hangout cos I vibe his mum doesn’t like to get on a ladder and go up there cos she’s smol like moomin so you don’t have to worry about her]

Edie: [I’ve never got in the loft ‘cos likewise it freaked me out lmao but I love that for y’all, can truly be lurking and no one will know]

Liam: [honestly such a vibe for you, if I could put your bedroom up there I would but she’d never let you cos gotta be nosy on what you’re doing lads]

Edie: [more of a vibe you have a room you’re never in ‘cos clearly likewise trying to spend as much time here as we can]

Liam: [I’m too invested in how cute you too are and it’s gonna break my heart p.s Winnie says he should sneak down and bring her probably literal midnight snacks]

Edie: [absolutely winner bear, seriously, you’re literally so innocent and Liam is just traumatized it’s so rude of us but there we are]

Liam: [it’s actually so evil of us but I’m glad you’re living your best lives rn, should we post this cos we’ve actually covered a lot?]

Edie: [good idea mugglebub]

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WCW , WCEEEEEE

My girlfriend/sub/muse/slave/trophy/princess 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦💦💦👌🏾⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️BEAUTIFUL & SEXY AF 🏆👑💍🔥🖤, baby you're the best 😍😍🤤🤤😍😍🤤, foineeeeee af mmm mmmm Mmmmm! 😍😍😘😍💦😘🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 (Tumblr messing up) you are perfect AF in every way😍, stunning af and baby you slay 😍😍😍😍😍, America's Next Top Model, the world is your runway 😍😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) you the bomb , tick tick room, every time you step into the room 😍😍😍😍, masterpiece , you fine art, body sculpted so perfectly 😍😍😍😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) hourglass frame , you are so timeless 😍😍😍😘🤤😍🤤, you glowing , you shining, you the baddest 😍😍😍😘🤤😍💦🤤🐱💦💦💦💦💦(Tumblr messing up) even in hot weather you a coldie 😍😍😘🤤😍😍you a classic , like the oldies 😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤😍😍(Tumblr messing up) you fierce af, baby you got that fire 😍😍💦😘🤤🤤🤤🐱🤤💦💦💦💦💦, blazing like Cajun, spicy like Curry 🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, got my pussy wet 🐱💦💦💦💦, you a dime, no contest 😍😍😍😍🤤🤤🤤(Tumblr messing up) you a star, super star , shine brighter than the sun 😍😍💦😘🤤🤤, total package, nothing lacking , got my mouth watering and lips smacking 😍😍😘🤤🤤(Tumblr messing up) gives you a big kiss 😍😍💦🤤🤤😍😍🤤🤤🤤🤤, and squeezes your booty 😍😍💦🤤🤤🤤🤤🐱💦💦💦💦Wanna look at more room decor/inspiration with me baby? , then we can research more herbs and stuff (Tumblr messing up) so you think we should go with the grunge theme baby? I think it would be cool af 😍😍😍 this baymax bean bag chair awwww:

Isn't this cute 😍😍😍it makes him look kinda flat though lol like he looks deflated or something lol

A little baymax light 😍😍😍(Tumblr messing up) you like these? :

I like both colors 😍

You like any of these? :

Tumblr messing up, that red with that camo is pretty cool, or should I say camo with the red since the camo is the primary color/pattern, what you think baby? (Tumblr messing up) any of these baby?

Those shorts are niiiice 😍

(Tumblr messing up) you like these?

The little splatters are nice 😍

Oh hell nah bitch why tf you flare up?

After we had a goodnight you wanna fuck it up this morning by doing that bullshit? Tf is wrong with you bitch? A asked you a fucking question bitch wtf is your problem? I'm not playing with you or no one else , you don't have no fucking right or reason to be mad so quit it

How tf you gonna post some pictures for me , and we have a great time, a was happy, you were happy then you wake up on some dumb shit? Then you knock your head against the wall on the way to school or something bitch? If so you need to knock it back to knock some sense back into your head

Tf is your problem?

I see that bitch flared her energy up this morning but so tf what , we don't give a flying fuck , she and everyone else is irrelevant (actually I don't "see" cause I'm not looking or paying attention to her I jus my feel) you posted that picture and video and I wasn't ad haven't been paying attention to nothing else, I been in our world , I know that mother fuckers probably try to talk shit about you again behind your back, flare their funky energy up, try to copy off of something I or you said, try to manipulate ...etc the usual cause that's what toxic mother fuckers do 🤷🏾‍♀️ I don't give a fuck

I'm on top of the world

I said "My girlfriend/sub/slave/muse shows me so much love /be blessing me 100% , The way you submit to me , the way you grip me, the way you grap me , the way you please me 😍🤤😍🤤😍😍the way you carry out my commands I'm a proud Gf/Dom/Mistress/Master 👌🏾⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🖤🖤🖤🖤painting the perfect pictures for me vividly 😍😍😍😍😍, scrumptious 😍😍😍😍, and I love how eager you be to fulfill my wishes and commands/give me the world , strokes your hair , you are so perfect baby 😍, keep it coming baby, you are amazing 😍😍😍😍, you are perfect 😍😍😍😍, show off for me baby (like your outfit..what you wear today ..etc) I love when you model for me baby 😍😍😍, hit those angles and poses for me baby 😍😍😍I love it"

Matter of fact , lemme make I whole new post for that