#but I just keep getting overstimulated 🥲

[manic-misfit]

I miss having someone to stream my games for and keep me company. Even if I do most of the yappin (mostly to myself about the game). It’s such a comforting little hangout I’ve gotten attached to but all my homies wanna play overwatch and yell aggressively and I’m way too neurodivergent sometimes lmfaooo

[werecreature-addicted]

🥲 a werewolf mercilessly fucking someone while apologizing for being too rough, but not being able to stop. :( pussydrunk werewolves my beloveds…

pussy drunk werewolf. what will he do

Before he even gets you naked your werewolf can smell your yummy pussy from a mile away, he knows when you're wet almost before you do. Poor baby is left licking at your belt begging you to please let him eat you out he promises he'll do a good job :(

It’s only a second after you give your consent that your clothes are shredded with their massive claws. You might be allowed to keep your shirt on if he's feeling generous he only really wants access to your sweet cunt anyways.

His big claws dig into your thighs pushing your legs apart and giving him access to what he's after. It feels like he's trying to fuck you with his tongue the way he digs it into you, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit in his desperate attempt to get his tongue deeper into your cunt.

100% the kinda man to eat pussy for his pleasure, not yours. He doesn't even notice when you cum the first time... or the second. he's just so obsessed with the way you taste, the way you squeeze around his fat tongue.

If he's smart- he'll shove a pillow between his legs to hump. but if he lets his instincts win he'll just pathetically buck his hips into the air while he eats you up.

Really the only way to get him to come up for air is to beg him to knot you. Tell him that you need to feel his cock where his mouth is.

"Are you sure you can take it? you were so tight around my tongue and my cock is much bigger..."

He's suddenly sadistic, he'd be happy to eat you out for hours, if you want more than that he's going to need convincing. He won't use his big fingers on you, you have to stretch yourself out for him. Prove how much you want his dick, beg for him to fuck you deep in the parts you can't reach with your pathetic human hands.

Whatever prep work you manage won't be enough. It hurts as he pushes into you, but the sting makes your mouth water. He wasn't planning on giving you time to adjust but you're literally so tight around his cock he can't move. It takes a surprising amount of strength to pull back from the vice-like grip of your cunt. Don't worry sweet thing he'll fuck you loose.

"s-slow down. I can't! it's too much!" you whimpered. But he can't stop now- the way your cunt spasms around him sucks him in, it's like his hips have a mind of their own as he fucks you. His clawed hands fall to your hips pinning you against the bed with his weight. He's so much bigger, so much stronger than you what choice do you have but to take it?

"Sorry, I know- I know it's a lot but-fuck baby you feel so good. I can't stop I'll just cum real quick then we can be done- I'll just knot this tight pussy then I'll feel good-"

His string of apologies soon becomes incoherent babbling and snarling. You feel so good around him that he can't help but give in to his instincts. And his instincts are telling him to pound you until you go colorblind.

He leans down and licks your face, drinking your tears of overstimulation before he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites down on your shoulder- through the shirt he let you keep on back when he just wanted to eat your pussy.

"sorr- sorry- fuck I'm sorry baby-" he cries out in warning as his thrusts pick up speed and he forces his knot inside your already full cunt as his seed pours into you.

Even as his cock goes soft and his knot goes down he doesn't pull out, he keeps his hips flush against yours as he holds you close. your pussy just feels too good to leave. so warm and perfect for him.

He'll give you a little time to catch your breath- maybe he'll even let you fall asleep but if you do just know you'll wake up with his tongue deep in you once again.

[luveline]

I'd love a wisdom tooth with Hotch; I got mine removed last Saturday and I'm in pain 🥲

You should’ve had your wisdom teeth out years ago, but you couldn’t afford it. When Aaron suggested you get them removed after a particularly embarrassing bout of pain, you’d been honest with him: you still couldn’t afford it. Stuff kept going wrong, your car would break down, or your landlord would hike the rent, and you didn’t have enough saved up to do it without worry. 

So he pays for it. You don’t ask him to, you fight him on it, but he hates seeing you in pain. 

“You’re my hero,” you say, mumbling through gauze. “Generous hero.”

“It’s not generosity,” he says, reaching across the console of the car to catch your hand, “try not to touch your mouth.” 

“I feel dizzy.” 

“I know, honey. Can take some more deep breaths for me?” 

He suspects you’re not only dizzy, but overstimulated. You take a few deep breaths, and then you say, “That’s so nice.” 

“What is?” he asks, regretful as he takes the steering wheel into both hands and turns the car onto the next road. 

You’re his sweetheart, he means that firmly, and he’d do much more than pay for your dental surgery. You’ve been very honest with him about how grateful you are. It’s uncomfortable —you shouldn’t have needed his assistance, how unfair it is that you couldn’t afford it alone— but it’s sweet, too, to see your thankfulness manifesting itself while you aren’t entirely yourself. 

“You calling me honey.” 

“You think it’s old-fashioned.” 

“You’re super old-fashioned.”

“That’s not very nice,” he teases. “I remember when we first met, you were so nice and polite. Now you’re abrasive.” 

“I am not!”

“You’re cruel to me. What should I do about it?” 

“Nothing.” 

Aaron reaches over again to grab your thigh. “Nothing? That’s typical.” He pulls your leg toward him, and he gives the soft inside a squeeze you aren’t expecting. You laugh like a kid being tickled.

“You’re just bullying me while I’m defenceless.” 

“Is that what you are?” he asks, rubbing the length of leg he’d squeezed apologetically. “You can be mean to me for now, then, but when you’re feeling better we’re going to have to have a talk about where my nice girl went.” 

You make a sound that’s half excitement and half panic. “Do you mind?” 

He’s being a little much, sure, but you’d been swaying toward overwhelmed a few minutes ago. He figures some tough love will keep and hold your attention before you can remember the pain. “I don’t mind.” He pats your leg with his fingers, frowning when you shiver. “Are you cold?” he asks worriedly. 

“I’m freezing.” 

Luckily for you, you’re home. Aaron parks the car and gets out swiftly to retrieve you, fonder now that he can see up close. You aren’t as out of it as you’d been to begin with, recognition and light in your eyes as you unbuckle your seatbelt and he offers his hand. “Thanks,” you say, ducking out of the car with a little wobble, “I’m still dizzy, can you–”

“I’ve got you,” he says, hand braced more roughly than he means to at your elbow. 

It’s more of the same inside. You’re unsteady on your feet, he has to grab you to keep you standing, but he gets you into the kitchen at your request. His first port of call is a blanket for you. 

As he wraps it around your shoulders, he’s sure the anaesthesia is entirely worn off. You meet his gaze with an undeniable love. It’s in every line of your face. 

“Thank you,” you say. 

“You know I’m just kidding when I say you aren’t nice.” 

You nod. 

“Because you are,” he says. Looking after you isn’t generosity, it’s self-preservation. He’s found you, sweet and loving as you are, his match in teasing and seriousness alike. He has no intention of treating you with anything other than the utmost care. “Are you warm enough now? It’s a common side effect of sedation, the coldness. Your dizziness, too. It’ll feel better soon.” 

“Can I take this gauze out? I feel silly.” 

“If your gums aren’t bleeding anymore.” 

You haven’t had to spit, so you’ll be alright. Aaron washes his hands, has the honour of removing your gauze and witnessing your odd stitch, which he throws away to wash his hands again. Then he wets a cloth for you to wipe your face. It’s perhaps the uglier side of loving someone and looking after them, but he genuinely couldn’t care less. You’re just as lovely to him as you were yesterday, minus a few troublesome teeth. 

“Your cheek is swelling,” he says, stroking the line of your jaw carefully. 

“Well, you can’t stop liking me now. Then this surgery would be a total waste.” 

He laughs. “What do you mean?” he asks, tipping your chin up. 

“You pay for me to have no toothache and then we break up? It doesn’t make any sense.” 

“It makes zero sense. You’ve invented a scenario where I’d leave you,” he smiles like an idiot, “and that timeline doesn’t exist.” 

You close your eyes. He kisses your nose, weary of your soreness. 

“Timeline,” you mumble. 

“Oh, you have something to say? Let’s hear it.” 

You laugh and push him away. “I don’t have anything to say to you.” 

Unfortunately for you, Aaron has no intentions of being pushed away from you. He leans over to give you a hug and a kiss pressed to your temple, his hand feeling a path against the ridge of your shoulder. “Please tell me if I hurt you, I know your face is sensitive,” he says. 

You settle in his arms. “No, this is nice.” 

He presses another kiss atop the first one. 

[sweettea-and-honeybutter]

Take You There

A/N: I’ve been hearing in the streets that some of yall are tired of smut 👀 (my specialty 🥲) so I present you with a slow burn. I’m not sure just yet how many chapters there will be, and I don’t know how or why this idea came to me but I’ve fallen in love with the story. I also desperately need practice writing stuff other than porn because I have dreams of being a published author some day soooo all feedback is highly appreciated 💕 

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Reign Adisa (black female OC)

Summary: Terry gets inspired in so many ways by a tattoo artist. 

Warning: fluffy and angsty, no smut here so rated E

Length: This mf is 4.1k words long 😮‍💨🥴 my fault

Chapter 1

Wednesdays felt like her secret sanctuary, a rare calm in the whirlwind of her week. Most days, Reign’s life as a young Black woman running a buzzing tattoo studio in the heart of downtown Houston was anything but quiet—ink-stained hands, constant chatter, the hum of machines. Yet, in this moment, she savored the peaceful lull. 

The community had embraced her with open arms, offering support, admiration, and more appointments than she ever imagined this early on. Clients lined up months in advance, eager to wear her art, while others knocked at her door with résumés in hand. Reign was already on the hunt for three more artists to keep up with the demand. It’s been a blessing, but it’s also been overwhelming. 

So Wednesdays, Reign doesn’t take any appointments or walk-ins, she just comes to her studio to create, conjuring up beautifully original pieces to present to the world. Wednesdays helped her stay grounded so she didn’t lose herself in the fast pace of her career. They helped her hold on to her love and passion for her craft, it’s a necessity for her success as an artist. 

Her studio was a reflection of her soul—beautiful, grounded, and something she took immense pride in. She had stumbled upon the space by chance, walking through the warehouse district one sunny afternoon. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed by smooth cement walls flooded the open floor plan with light, offering her the creative freedom to shape the space however she desired. Now, a vibrant neon orange sign reading "Lotus Tattoo" glowed outside, inviting passersby. Inside, the walls were adorned with art from local artists, while plush oriental rugs softened the industrial feel. Scattered lamps cast a warm glow in the evening, and cozy seating areas and lush plants created a relaxed vibe. Bamboo room dividers separated the space for other artists yet to join her.

Today she walked in and began her routine that now felt more like a spiritual ritual which transported her to another world. Opening the velvet mauve curtains to let the morning light in, lighting incense throughout the space to cleanse the energy, turn on her brown sugar playlist so soft r&b can set the vibe, and opening the wide glass garage door at the back of the studio to let the cool autumn breeze in.

She took off her crochet cardigan which matched her shorts, rolled up the sleeves to her cropped Anderson Paak shirt, and swirled her copper highlighted braids into a messy bun. Pushing her glasses further up her nose, she sat at her desk and hunched over her iPad, biting her pen as she imaged how to bring more texture to the hair of the Caribbean mermaid she was working on. 

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Terry’s legs couldn’t stay still, pacing the length of his apartment like a caged animal. The space felt suffocatingly small, no matter how impressive the view of the city spread out below him. The constant barrage of honking horns and blaring sirens seeped in through the open window, filling his head with a cacophony that grated against his nerves. Overstimulated didn’t even begin to cover it. He let out a sharp breath, the simmering rage beneath his skin threatening to boil over. He hadn’t always been this tightly wound—once upon a time, people called him easygoing. But things had changed. He had changed.

He shoved his AirPods in, cranking the volume of "Killing in the Name Of” until the defiant shouts and pounding drums drowned out the noise in his head. As the music pulsed through him, he stormed out of his place, locking the door behind him with a sharp click. Instead of heading toward the elevator, he veered toward the stairwell, taking the five flights down two steps at a time, as if the rapid movement could outrun the memories chasing him.

Sure, everything had worked out on paper—the Shelby Springs police department was under investigation, the chief and a dozen corrupt cops were behind bars. Cases were being reopened, and lawyers from across the country were flocking to defend the victims of that backwoods nightmare. Hell, Terry had even won half a million in his lawsuit against the city. But what did it all matter? Mike was still gone. After pouring everything he had into saving his cousin, Terry was left with nothing but an empty victory and a gnawing sense of purposelessness. Lost, adrift, and suffocating beneath the weight of survivor’s guilt, he couldn’t shake the question that haunted him: At what cost?

As he exited his building, the midday sun greeted him with a mocking cheerfulness, bright and all consuming. Terry scowled, keeping his squinting eyes glued to the uneven ground beneath his feet as he mindlessly walked the downtown streets. He was so wrapped up in his disdain for life that he missed how people moved out of the way of his hulking form, how cops perusing the streets eyed him suspiciously, how birds scurried away from the sound of his thundering footsteps. 

He walked for 20 minutes in a straight line before his mind finally went numb enough for him to take in his surroundings. He wasn’t far at all from his home, but this side of the downtown had a different feel to it. The buildings were shorter and wider, the foot traffic was less obnoxious, and beautiful graffiti covered almost every wall. He spotted a building that stood out amongst the others with its pristine alabaster paint over the cement and its glowing neon sign. “Lotus Tattoo”.

It had been months since Mike passed, but the thought of getting something permanent to honor him had crossed Terry’s mind more than once—though he didn’t need ink to remind him of Mike’s infectious laugh or goofy grin. As he approached the tattoo shop, he slowed, his fingers brushing the door handle. He gave it a tug but stopped when he felt resistance—it was locked. For a moment, he considered walking away, but movement deeper inside the studio caught his eye. He lingered, torn between retreating and pressing on, before finally deciding to make his way around the back, curiosity quietly pulling him forward.

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She doesn’t hear him walk in through the open garage door, so immersed in perfecting the fine details before her, and Terry doesn’t wish to bring attention to himself just yet. He takes soundless steps into her studio, as if the building itself was emitting a peace so relieving that he could feel the pressure of anxiety roll right off his shoulders. He took a deep breath in, nose filling with the earthy scent of warm patchouli and sweet jasmine. Walking further into her domain, his eyes bright with curiosity take in his surroundings-a chipped and loved on mug, the soft rug blanketing his steps, the petal shaped ceiling fans whirling quietly, and he chuckled silently at her grumbles to herself.

He instinctively removed his AirPods and put them in their case, snapping the lid shut and startling the both of them. Reign straightened her back with a gasp, turning so sharply on her stool that her glasses flew off her face and she toppled over, just barely catching herself in a clumsy fighting stance, knees knocked and hands in awkwardly placed fists. Terry, for what its worth, looked like a deer caught munching in the farmers garden, pupils blown almost wide enough to cover the steel gray, mouth open in a shocked ‘o’, eyebrow twitching from trying not to laugh at her horrible stance and the fact that her glasses slid right to his feet.

“Um…” Terry didn’t know what to say as he raised his palms to her, trying to appear harmless, “I was wondering…do you take walk-ins?” Reign let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and placed a hand over her thudding heart, standing more relaxed but still on guard.

“You almost scared me to death! Yes um-“ she squinted at the ground next to her, trying to find her glasses, “-um yes, normally I do, just not Wednesdays-“ she was caught off guard again feeling a warm hand on her shoulder. When had he even moved? 

Terry stood so close that her nose brushed his shirt as she tilted her head to look up at him. He gave her a ghost of a smile and brought her glasses to rest on her nose, pushing her loose braids back behind her ears and studying her. “There.” His voice was so deep that she couldn’t tell if the goosebumps erupting on her skin was from the sound of it, or from being so close to him. 

They stared at each other a moment longer, him admiring her gold septum nose ring against her beautiful mahogany skin, and her eyes darting between his plump lips and striking eyes. Terry finally cleared his throat and took a large step back, raising a brow at her. Reign blinked away the haze he’d created, her voice coming out high and breathless.

“I do take walk-ins! Not normally on Wednesdays, but what were you wanting to get?” Terry looked away thinking, and Reign used that as an excuse to look him over once more, eyes roaming his heavily toned muscles. He was undeniably handsome, like fine as hell handsome.

He looked back at her and she tried not to squirm under his gaze. “I want to get something for my cousin, today was his birthday.” she watched his eyes darken to a murky green as his expression turned somber, “I’m thinking like 2 fists bumping together, can you do that?”

Reign bit her lip in contemplation and Terry’s eyes darkened even further following that movement. “I can, let me just draw up something for you. It shouldn’t take too long, how much time have you got today?” He gave her another ghost of a smile. 

“I’m all yours. I’m Terry by the way, you own this place?” She shook his extended hand and quickly pulled hers back, feeling heat rise to her ears and cheeks.

“Reign, nice to meet you Terry. And yup, only been in this studio a few months. I was working out of my home before.” His eyes were piercing, she felt see through, and turned back to her desk to start drawing something for him. “Gimme like 15, feel free to look around!” She called over her shoulder, and it took Terry a moment to move, far too interested in watching her. 

He walked around her space with purposefully loud steps, mindful of not startling her again and glancing at her every once in a while. He picked up a binder from a floating shelf in front of him, flipping through the pages to see her drawings and creative polaroids of her work. He found himself drawn to her black and white pieces, struck by how realistic her portraits are. He flipped through more and more pages hoping to understand how her mind works, how she was able to capture a moment in time so realistically.

“Terry!” Her voice calling out to him had him coming to her immediately, surprisingly eager to be used as her next canvas. “What do you think?” She put her iPad in his hands and he listened as she explained what she wanted to do with the shadows and fading around the edges, but his mind was going back to the last time he fist bumped Mike, the last time he saw him alive.

“It’s perfect.” His voice was tight with emotions and Reign watched his jaw tick at holding back all the things he wanted to say. She wondered earlier if she’d regret taking work on her off day, but sensing the grief coming from this man, it must’ve been divine timing that sent him to her today.

“I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you show me what size you want and where you’d like it?” Terry nodded and started taking off his shirt, and Reign took a surprised step back watching his body flex. He somehow looked even bigger now. She schooled her expression to be professionally indifferent as Terry pointed to his right pec, opposite his heart. 

“Here, and this big” he measured it out with his hands and Reign gave an awkward thumbs up, not trusting her voice just yet. She turned to print the stencil out for him and cleared her throat.

“Okay, we can do that. For that size my rate is-“

“I’ll pay whatever you want. I’m grateful you took me in on your day off.” Reign shyly glanced back at him over her shoulder and locked eyes with his very earnest ones. She gave him a small smile and continued on to prepare everything she’d need. 

Terry watched her steady gloved hands come up to gently press the wet stencil onto his skin, he bent his legs slightly to make it easier for her, and she whispered out a thanks. He didn’t say anything, transfixed by her presence, her gentleness, the sweet jasmine scent he realized was coming from her. He unintentionally flexed his muscles under her touch and watched her swallow tensely. He wasn’t unaware of his effect on women, but he liked that she was actively trying to remain professional. It was cute. 

“You wanna take a look before we start?” Terry nodded and she showed him to a mirror, standing behind him and off to the side, watching his face for any signs of dissatisfaction. She finally got a genuine smile from him, tiny but meaningful, as his eyes gleamed at the outline of the fists on his chest.

“I love it” he turned to her and she could see the smile had actually reached his eyes, and she returned it right back to him “I’m ready.”

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Terry, reclined in the comfortable leather seat, swept his eyes over Reign’s decorated skin while she worked on him, taking in the mismatched beauty and history of her story. “Did you do any of these yourself?” He asked quietly, referring to the artwork scattered on her body.

She pulled back from his arm to get more ink and glanced up at his face giving him a secretive grin. She was becoming addicted to his voice. It’s so deep, and quiet. There’s a heavy bass to it that could’ve been intimidating and over powering, but she could tell he’s choosing to be gentle and laid back. It was creating a growing intimacy between them that she hoped he felt too. 

“Mhm I did a few of these” she replied distractedly, now focused on putting more ink on her needle. 

“Which ones?” She liked his curiosity, and liked that he wanted to talk.

“Hmm I did this one on my thigh” she said offhandedly, now getting back to work, the hypnotic buzzing filling the space again.

He studied the imposing and fierce Medusa taking up most of her thigh, some of the snakes cut off by her shorts. The details were amazing, it almost looked like a Greek statue. Terry was impressed she did it upside down and it still looked stunning. 

He hesitated a moment, not wanting to upset the tranquil environment she’d created, but he wanted to know more of her story, now privy to the fact that the both of them have a painful past. He wants to know how she got to this point of inner peace, he wants to get there too. 

“Is it true?…what they say about Medusa tattoos?” She blinked at his question and her hands stilled, caught off guard, having gotten lost in the music still playing and the buzzing of her gun and the black ink on his smooth skin. 

Reign’s teeth worried her lip, biting and pulling as she debated whether to answer that or not. She chanced a look at his face and his piercing eyes locked with hers. She felt like a butterfly in an empty jar. Delicate, exposed, with nowhere to hide. Not everyone gets a Medusa tattoo for the same reason, but she knew exactly what he meant. She simply nodded and refocused her attention to the veins of the fist she’s crafting.

She continued working and missed the dark shadow that fell over his face. He was trying not to imagine what the sorry excuse for a human did to her, he was trying to ignore the urge to bring the matters of justice into his own hands. He was well equipped with delivering justice, and something about her let him know that she deserved her vengeance. She saw his fist clench from the corner of her eye, and she told herself he was reacting to the carve of the needle in his skin, not the weight of her truth. 

“I’m sorry that’s part of your story.” She gave him a surprised little grin, taking note of the gruffness in his voice she’d heard before.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, every protagonist experiences canon events. If this hadn’t been part of my story, I might not have this passion for creating safe spaces for people.” He stared at her face, her brows slightly furrowed and tongue just barely peeking out of the corner of her mouth. Most of her attention was on marking him with pristine lines, so her honesty flowed from her unfiltered. 

He took in the entirety of her studio again with a new perspective. The healing warmth of the sun seeping in, the calming music lulling him into a state of serenity, the sectioned off booths that created some privacy for her clients but not so much that they feel caged in, the art on the walls depicting black love and black excellence. Damn. She did a hell of a good job creating lightness when the world can be so dark. He found that inspiring.

He wanted to ask her more but “Take You There” began to play from her speakers, and her voice softly hummed along, she was lost in her own world and he was happy to let her be. It was interesting watching her work. She seemed reserved and shy speaking with him before, but now her hands moved confidently, her expressions changed as she concentrated, her scent was positively intoxicating and her braids tickled his skin every time she moved her face closer to his body. 

The pain grew more intense as she shaded a particularly sensitive spot above his nipple, and Terry groaned quietly, tightly closing his eyes and leaning his head back to rest on the seat. 

“I know I know, I’m sorry” Reigned murmured barely being heard above the sound of the tattoo gun, “You’re doing so well though Terry.” 

He tried not to react to that, but the mix of the pain keeping him grounded to her, and her sweet voice, it was getting to him. He hoped she didn’t look down any time soon. She had to roughly wipe the excess ink away from his skin before continuing, and he instinctively hissed at her through his teeth.

“I know soldier, we’ll be done soon” his eyes flew open at that and she paused to get more ink, looking him over. “I noticed the work on your arms. I’ve given my fair share of military tats” He nodded, forehead slightly damp from this whole ordeal.

“Do you wanna tell me about this one we’re doing today? Just if you’d like to share, I’ll be done in about an hour.” He didn’t say anything at first, just taking a quiet moment to feel the influx of emotions that bombarded him today, and she didn’t push him. Then he began to speak, gingerly revealing what happened in Shelby Springs, compelled by her peace to find healing in this moment. His eyes were clouded over, lost in the turmoil of his past, that he missed her frown of recognition. She’d heard about the horrors going on there in the news. Her heart ached for him.

She let him talk, and she listened intently as she worked, nodding and humming every now and then. He grew quiet and his whole face softened with his eyes closed as Reign drowned his freshly completed tattoo in the cold saline solution, gently wiping and repeating the process a few times.

She gave him a sad smile, so many thoughts swimming behind her eyes as she cleared the emotion from her throat before speaking. “All done” she tossed her gloves in the trash can, “lets go take a look.” She stood first, bending and stretching, her back popping from where it was curled over his body. Terry followed suit slowly, standing to his full height and stretching his arms over his head. 

Reign looked away quickly, walking over to the mirror to wait for him, begging her hormones to relax. This was not the time nor the place for this, he’s a new client for fucks sake. She shook her braids out of their messy bun to relieve the tension in her neck as she watched him approach from his reflection in the mirror. He eyed her form appreciatively, not at all subtle about it either, and she played with her hands, trying not to feel so small next to him. 

His eyes finally landed on his tattoo and immediately tears filled them. He hung his head silently as the tears fell down his cheeks and Reign panicked, not knowing what to do or say to help. She stepped closer, letting instinct guide her hand to gently rub his upper back. She peered around his body, trying to get a glimpse of his face in the mirror, and she watched his chest heave one deep shuddering breath. He brought big palms up to wipe his face before he looked up again, keeping her rooted to the spot with his sincere gaze. 

“Thank you.” his voice was so deep and swimming with emotions, and she felt a lump swelling in her own throat. He wanted to say so much more, but he couldn’t at this moment, feeling a dam break within him. He just stared at her, imploring her with his eyes to understand the impact of what she’d gifted him. 

She nodded, rubbing his back one last time before stepping away from him. “You’re most welcome Terry, thank you for trusting me with your story.” It was his turn to nod, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  She turned away from him and went to find the wrap she would use to cover the tattoo, giving him some privacy with this new piece of his cousin he’d carry around with him forever. 

He made his way back to her when he was ready, and she began the quick process of covering his tattoo in protective wrap, explaining how to take care of it and telling him all the things he shouldn’t do in the next few days. Terry shrugged his shirt back on as she cleaned up the area they occupied, and he could fill a pit form in his stomach. He was hooked on her already, and the thought of leaving her so soon was bringing back the empty feeling he thought he’d left on the outside of her haven.

He sent her his payment from his phone, including an incredibly generous tip, and cut her off as she began to protest being paid double what she’d expected.

“I’d like to take you to dinner, Reign.” She froze, rich brown eyes wide behind her lenses. He kept going at her hesitation, “I’m pretty new to the city, and I haven’t met anyone worth knowing here until you.” He stepped closer, invading her senses with his provocative woody scent. “I’d love for you to show me all the places that make you happy, and I heard the quickest way to anyone's heart is through the stomach.” 

Reign smiled at that, it somehow wasn’t corny coming from such a fine ass man. “You got me there soldier” Terry smiled back to her and took her phone from her grasp, placing his number in it and shooting himself a text. He looked at her from underneath his lashes giving the phone back, and she swore she felt her knees buckle at the devilishly playful glint in his eyes.

“Is tomorrow night too soon?” She couldn’t resist his deep voice and overwhelming presence even if she wanted to, and her body had been growing warmer and warmer the longer he stayed in her space.

“I-I can make time for you” she stuttered embarrassingly at feeling the rough pad of his finger brushing her ear as he moved a braid out of her face.

“Good.” He walked backwards from her, hands in his pockets which seemed to make his biceps bulge, and he smiled softly at her “I’ll see you tomorrow pretty Reign.” he turned and she watched him saunter out the back of her studio, her breath returning to her when he was no longer in sight.

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Fuuuuck I didn't realize writing something without sex in it was so hard 😅 idk if I have the stamina for a slow burn but I will certainly try, just know that the smut will come with a damn vengeance! Please let me know what you think! this is my first time doing an original character 🥲💕

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Part 2 Part 3

[zbis]

do you sometimes think abou how gunwook seems like the type to get soo pussy drunk after not being able to touch you for weeks, he'd be so desperate and impatient ,groaning into your heat and just picking you up and pounding into you against the wall oof😩

-minors dni ❤️

anon please I was literally daydreaming about this 🥲

don’t get me started.

he would get so STARVED and depraved that he’s practically cumming in his pants as he eats you out for the first time in weeks. he’s so needy he literally has to hold you down with all his strength. the first thing he does is ask if he can taste it because “he’s hungry :(“ no foreplay or teasing, he can’t wait.

this boy will be groaning and straight up whining into your pussy as he practically makes out with it. sucks on your clit as he fingers you and does not detach himself when you orgasm. probably overstimulates you. “please~” he’d beg because he doesn’t want this to end, his eyes are literally glazed over with lust.

he’s not sloppily normally but he can’t hold back he literally makes a mess like plz calm down! he can’t help subtly grinding his cock on the edge of the mattress just to relieve some tension but nothing compares to when he’s actually inside of you. if you orgasm and have no energy he’s literally begging to just stick his dick in you and let him do all the hard work. “please it’s been weeks i just need to feel you”

bites his lips that are still glistening with your come. makes you taste yourself. keeps saying things like “I missed you” as he fucks you.

this guy just can’t get enough.

[hysteria-things]

TOUR (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt’s been on tour for about a month, meaning he hasn’t seen or done anything with you in a month. he takes matters into his own hands when he’s finally alone, but he does need your help with it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, mentions underage drinking, swearing, male masturbation, overstimulation (kinda)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 830

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: umm guys i literally woke up to over a hundred notifications??? thank you SO much i didn’t expect this to happen at all. i’m having so much fun with this🥲

my notes app is COOKING right now and the ideas are ideaing. you guys and your support makes me low key emotional LMAO

i want to try and post once a day but i might do more than once sometimes instead because i am HYPE.

also conflicted if i should make a part two so let me know!

it’s friday night and you’re sitting in your best friend’s living room. the two of you and other close friends come together some weekends to hang out. you guys have been laughing, drinking (despite being underage by a year), watching TV, or playing games. in the middle of laughing, you feel your phone buzz repeatedly underneath your thigh. you lift your leg to retrieve it, seeing an incoming phone call from your boyfriend matt.

“hey, sorry. mind if i take this?” you ask the group, lifting your phone so they can see the screen.

“not at all.” your best friend smiles.

you get up from the couch. “thanks. continue the game without me.”

you speed walk to the bathroom and close the door accepting the call and bringing it to your ear. “hello?”

“hey.” he breathes out.

“hey, you.” you smile. “how are you doing?”

“fine,” he says. he’s silent for a beat before speaking again. “sorry i didn’t talk to you much today. it’s been busy, but we just finished the tampa show.”

you haven’t seen matt in over a month because he’s been touring with his brothers across the country. you couldn’t be more proud, but you guys miss each other like crazy.

“did you win?”

“damn right i did, baby,” he says hoarsely. he sounds a bit strange to you, but you shrug it off as exhaustion. doing shows almost every day can wear somebody out.

but oh boy are you wrong.

on the other line, matt sits on his bed in the tour bus with his hand wrapped around his dick. your recent post on instagram is displayed on his screen as you talk about your day on the other end, having no clue what’s happening.

the post consists of you posing, wearing a short navy blue dress. your tits practically spilled out of the top.

“…was crazy.” you finish. “anyway, is tour fun so far? it’s almost over already.”

“uh huh.” he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back. he hisses, his movements gradually becoming faster. he’s sensitive, and it hurts so fucking bad. he needs to release, but only you have the power to make him come undone.

“matt? you okay? you sound off.” you ask concerned.

“keep talking, baby. i’m so close.”

you go to say something, but instead, press your ear closer to the phone. you hear shuffling and grunting. it doesn’t take a mastermind to figure out what he’s doing.

“you’re being risky, matthew.” you say teasingly, a whine escaping his lips. he prefers being called matt, but with you, matthew rolls perfectly off of your tongue. “where’s everybody else, hm?”

“at the store,” he says shakily, his hand pumping faster. he takes his thumb and twirls it around his red tip where pre-cum is threatening to spew out. “i need to cum so bad.”

“then do it, baby. pretend it’s me making you feel so good,” you say seductively, biting your lip as you hear his sounds of pleasure.

you get that familiar feeling in your core, but because you’re at a friend's, you’ll feel weird doing it in her bathroom.

guess you’ll have to wait until you’re all alone.

“fuck.” he whispers, stomach jerking. he thrusts up into his fist a few times to finish the job. he whines as he makes a mess all over his stomach and thighs.

he whines again, purposely trying to overstimulate himself. “matt, don’t overdo it. you’re too sensitive.” you say, knowing he didn’t stop because you can still hear the commotion.

“please.” he exhales. “one more.”

“hold on,” you reply, opening the camera app on the phone. you pull the straps down of your dress and pull out your boobs, pushing them together and snapping a picture. you know how much matt goes crazy over them. you send the photo, waiting for his reaction.

you bring the phone back up to your ear to hear a sigh of “holy fuck” fall from his mouth.

“i need to fuck your tits so bad.” he groans, throwing his head back as he tries to reach his second orgasm.

you bite your lip to hide your smile, enjoying this a little too much. the wet noises on the other line drive you insane.

“i’m gonna— fuck, i’m cumming.” he lets out a loud moan as he makes another mess, his dick red and swollen. he’s still not satisfied, because you’re not there. he continues pumping his cramped hand, but you and he both know it’s no use.

“matt, that’s enough.” you say sternly. “don’t do it too much, okay? it’ll hurt.”

he obliges, removing his hand and lying there. his breathing starts to slow, but he’s still panting. “i miss you so much.”

“i miss you too.” you coo. “just a few more days, okay?”

“okay,” he mumbles.

you lied.

what matt doesn’t know is that you have a plane ticket for tomorrow, to fly out to ft. lauderdale for the last show.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing

[here2bbtstrash]

sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

read on AO3!

~*~

The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”

[redr0sewrites]

You said you would elaborate on reader with sensitive wings for Lute😍😍😍 Could you also possibly do this for Adam??? We love our angels

🥀A/n: YEEEEEEASSSSDSSSJSJSJSH ‼️sorry this is so late i forgot it in my drafts 🥲

🥀Cw: smut, switch!reader, wing kink (?), wings r an erogenous zone bc ermm i said so

🥀Character(s): Adam x reader

🥀minors dni w the nsfw portion

Sfw:

Adam does NOT keep up with his wings. lets face it, he struggles with remembering to preen himself, often leading to him being verrryy uncomfortable

however, he probably refuses to let anyone else touch his wings, putting himself in quite the predicament. he doesn't want to seem incapable, of course he can preen himself he just doesn't feel the need to until his wings practically feel like they're falling off

it just doesn't really register for him yk?

HOWEVER, when it comes to your wings? he practically BEGS you for an opportunity to touch them

he loves the intimacy of it, loves that you trust him enough to allow him to see you in a vulnerable light, and it helps him to eventually feel more comfortable with you touching his wings

Adam really likes tickling your wings, and it's genuinely kinda sweet.

(yk how like people will blow raspberries onto someone? its sortaa similar to a hickey but without the biting, and it tickles. its hard to explain, but iykyk. just look it up. trust.)

anyways, he's a huge fan of back hugs and loves just coming up behind you and pulling you to his chest while burying his face in your feathers. he then proceeds to blow rasberries and kiss your wings until your giggling and squirming away- he just LOVES hearing you laugh

steals your feathers literally ALLLL the time ! his side of the bed is probably covered in your feathers because whenever you shed them, he collects them instead of throwing them away (he claims it's because they keep him warm, but you both know your scent is calming to him and your feathers calm him down )

Adam definitely puffs his wings out to seem bigger when he first met you, he's trying to impress you SO bad. the first time you compliment his wings he gets really excited, and would probably compliment yours too

Adam is actually quite clumsy, he's a big dude and his wings take up a lot of space, which is why he tends to tuck them under his arm rather than keep them behind his back. its a lot more informal, but it's definitely more comfortable for him

loves when you rest your wing over him when your sleeping beside him. it makes him feel all soft n fuzzy

nsfw:

if you think your wings aren't sensitive, then you simply haven't met Adam yet because he WILL pavlov you into having the most sensitive, erogenous wings ever.

teases you in public a LOT. comes up behind you and strokes your wing like..., hey..,, knowing damn well that it turns you on- then playing innocent when you glare at him!!

enjoys shibari, and loves tying your wings down, ESPECIALLY with gold ropes- there's something very possessive about seeing one of his signature colors stretched out across your most sensitive appendages

likes gently ticking your wings during sex so you start giggling, only to cut your giggles off with a moan when he starts fucking you even harder

if your being bratty, Adam makes you cockwarm him and plays with your wings while you squirm in his lap. he won't even move a muscle, no matter how much he wants to- he's staying perfectly still while shesthed inside you, yet he continuously rubs circles on the most sensitive parts of your wings and makes you cum from that stimulation alone

Adam can be MEAN sometimes when it comes to your wings- edging you by caressing them but not letting you cum or touching you anywhere else, and then turning around and overstimulating you by fucking you senseless and not stopping to let you get a breath of fresh air by nonstop touching your wings!!!

loves how expressive your wings are. he knows he's fucking you good when your wings are twitching and writhing, and its just soo hot to him

he'd lick your wing. yea. i said it. he would. he's practically drooling all over your most sensitive areas, watching as you squirm beneath him and writhe on the mattress from just his tongue alone

(complains about getting feathers in his mouth though- like bro YOU wanted to do this 🤨)

when he's subbing, Adam is almost worshipful towards your wings- he's a lot more gentle, especially if your a tough dom. getting to caress your wings and please you is almost like a reward for him and he fucking LOVES IT

"can i?" Adam eyes your wings almost reverently, large hands hovering just over your foliage, yet he awaits your response. he's kneeling between your legs, thighs thrown over his broad shoulders, and he clearly holds no power in this position- but anyone who saw the way he gazes up at you would immediately know your in control.

"i don't know, can you remember your manners?" you coo, gently carding a hand through his hair. Adam swallows hard, his own wings twitching with desire.

"...please?" his voice is quiet, barely audible, but you smirk all the same. "what was that?" you tease, and Adam huffs.

"oh, alright," you whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead. Adam practically vibrates with excitement, hands flying to ruffle your pruned feathers. he immediately finds your most sensitive areas, watching each of your expressions intently as he caresses and strokes your foliage. with each twitch and tremor on your face, he increases his pace, while subconsciously rolling his hips against yours, getting off on your own pleasure.

"you're doing so good f'me, Adam, so good. can you do one more thing for me?"

"mhm, yea," he grunts, rubbing hard on your left wing, and watching the way your lips spread in a soft moan.

"can you make me cum like this, honey?"

Adam rolls his eyes, his usual cockiness bleeding into his submissive demeanor.

"who do you think i am? f'course i can make you cum," he grumbles, but a small smirk spreads on his lips all the same. it isn't long before your thighs are trembling, and your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pure bliss. coming untouched felt better than ever before, and all the while Adam continued stroking your wings until you were shaking from overstimulation.

"a-alright, enough," you murmur, and Adam immediately retracts his hands, settling on caressing your thighs instead. he looks up at you with big, submissive eyes, and he's never looked more delectable than with his hair all mussed and his cheeks pink. god, you want to eat him alive- and you certainly plan on treating him well after that performance.

"you ready for your turn, baby?"

[sh1-n0bu]

can u do sub scaramouche w feminization and choking please😁😁

♡︎ 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧! ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: choking, feminization, dacryphillia, bondage, dumbification and overstimulation if you squint

notes: sure thing ‘non! i’m sorry if it took so long for me to answer but nothing was popping up in my mind🥲 hope the recipe is to your liking!

doing my weekly ritual of feeding the horny😌

scaramouche sometimes wonders just how you keep putting him in such state. he was formerly the 6th fatui harbinger for fuck’s sake! and here he was, sitting on your shared bed with red ribbons he measly tied his hands with and a lingerie you brought for him as an anniversary gift.

at first when you showed him the gift, he scoffed and threatened you with empty threats and tomato cheeks. but here he was, not even a week later, wearing the same thing he swore that he would never even look at.

checking himself over in the mirror, the former harbinger supposed that he looks good. soft blue satin bras that doesn’t make his skin itch with a cute small bow on top and a matching short skirts that barely covers anything with nothing underneath but the set’s thigh belts, scaramouche just knew you put a lot of thoughts into choosing it. but then again, you always think deeply before doing anything with him. now all he needed to do was to wait for you to come home, it should be around now.

okay, maybe it was a bad idea. maybe wearing such “clothes” without any plans or whatsoever was a bad idea. just as he was about to tear off the ribbons with his teeth, he heard the front door open and close with your voice calling out for him. oh shit, what do he do now? wait for you to enter your shared bedroom? quickly take off the ribbons and act like he’s sleeping?

“love? are you sleepin-?” he’s caught red-handed. if scaramouche’s mind was running miles a minute before it was completely empty now. just a black sheet.

“s-stop staring dumbass. i can see you drooling” perhaps it was true but mostly it was just a lie from scara to run away from the sudden attention placed on him.

he knows he looks good. you always make sure to say that to him every chance you get. in the morning, when making breakfast, during the soft moments with him laying on your chest, hearing your heartbeat or during the lazy moments where you two just hold each other and chitchat about meaningless things. but the sudden attention and your stare boring into his flesh was making him squirm even though you haven’t even touched him yet.

before he can open his mouth to scold you again, you’ve already pushed him back against the bed. whining when you bite his lip, the kiss was messy and wet. salivas exchanged, breathing into each other, your lovely gift whining whenever you pull away.

one hand moving under his short skirt only to find a cute but plug already sitting snuggly in his ass.

“i see you thought things over” chuckling at his dazed expression you pulled out the plug. scaramouche whined when his hole suddenly felt empty. hips twitching, wiggling his ass seemingly trying to entice you. soon enough his whining turned into squeals when your tip entered. he forgot how big you were. his legs were trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks and all you could do was comfort him.

“mffgh-! b-big. [name]’s cock ish soo f-fucking big!” slurred scaramouche. he always gets overstimulated too easily sometimes. chuckling at his cute dumb self you waited for him to adjust. instantly scara was whining while grinding his ass against you.

soon enough the room was filled with dirty wet squelches, skin slapping and your lovers’ muffled screams and squeals. just as you were about to cum scaramouche guided your hand towards his neck, silently begging you. when you gave a gentle experimental squeeze he squirted over his tummy with loud choked scream of your name.

“AAMF! [n-name]! mo-oohre~! p-pleashe! aaHHGKK!” well, you never guessed your lover for the masochist type but there is always room for more.

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#15: The Going (1.02)

What Michonne trusts just as much as knowing when to go is her husband knowing where they have to go. And so as this riveting Richonne reunion moment continues we see Michonne willing to follow Rick's lead and go to the mysterious place that's been keeping him trapped for years. But before they go, Michonne also has to experience some heartbreak when her bestie goes to the other side 😥...

After a spectacular initial Richonne reunion, the good times are quickly interrupted when Rick hears CRM helicopters nearing. And this is when we really get to see that fear Rick will later admit he felt in ep 4. Also, I like how in this reunion scene Michonne's being a comfort to him and Rick's being a protector to her.

First, the way Rick's eyes are red from crying. 🥲 This is an overstimulation moment for real and there’s so much going on. Like Rick was fully focused on Michonne and you can see him be yanked back to reality as he realizes the CRM are fast approaching.

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Rick looks out and gravely tells Michonne, “They’re coming. More” as the music switches from angelic romantic music to something far more looming and daunting. 

Michonne asks, “Of them?” in a way that shows she has no love for those opps. And also I love how it’s almost like she’s finishing his sentence. Rick says, “Yes” in a way that always stands out to me because you can hear the intense fear in his voice. He knows Michonne is now in immediate danger. 😰

Michonne adamantly says, “Then we go.” I love how Rick and Michonne are already back to operating as a 'we' and knowing they’re going to make their next move together. 

But you can see the CRM has really done a number on Rick and both fear and the awareness of the CRM’s formidibleness has him urgently telling Michonne, “No, no, no. It’s too late. They’re coming.” 

Then thinking on his feet Rick cooks up a quick plan and alibi as he tells Michonne, “Say you have another name. That you came out of the forest and you saw the soldiers being attacked.”

As Rick speaks, Michonne looks at him so confused. But I love that she’s still holding onto him because it's like once she found him she’s not letting go and having him disappear ever again.

Rick continues with the story she needs to tell saying, “You were a part of a community that fell years ago, someplace small.” And again Michonne is like 'what exactly are you talking about??" as she squints her eyes confused and lightly says, “What?” 

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Then Rick looks in her eyes and very seriously tells her, “Don’t show them who you are.” And that’s a pretty vague statement so Michonne needs clarification and also is wondering what exactly she is that needs to be hidden. She searches his eyes for a moment and then asks, “What I am?”

And then I always love the delivery when Rick says, “Strong. A leader. You hide it.” He says those qualities like he loves them so much in Michonne. Even after almost eight years, he knows those traits are still in her. And while he adores those traits in her and they’ve honestly saved his life multiple times, he also knows they can risk her life if the CRM learns that Michonne is the A above all As.

Also, it hit me that, before Nat shows up, all Rick knows is that Michonne might've taken down the helicopter and these soldiers singlehanded and I feel like he’s just like yep...

I love that Rick steps closer to Michonne too when he says she's strong and a leader. He knows his wife, and he’s experiencing this dual thing of being so glad she’s back and so terrified she’s back. But he wants to be tender with her even with his mind going a mile a minute. 

Michonne looks at him still trying to process everything and then Rick again with so much concern in his voice says, “They’re - They’re gonna be here. We’ll go back with them. We have to.” I like how when Rick says they’re gonna be here, Michonne subtly seems to hold onto him a bit tighter because she’s like whoever they are will not be taking you from me again.

When Michonne hears they have to go back with them she whispers “No. What?” And I just know she is so eager to get out of here and have her, Rick, and Nat on their merry way back to the kids. So hearing Rick say they have to go somewhere else and delay the trip home even further is so not what she wants to hear, especially going to a group that killed her friends.  

It had to be so hard when Rick was saying this is what they have to do because in her mind they were going to be back hugging their kids in no time now that they’d found each other.

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But I adore the way the magnets are at work in this scene because even despite Rick and Michonne having differing ways they want to handle this situation, they both only step closer to each other and continue to hold each other.

Rick can see Michonne does not want to have to go this route and so he reassures her saying, “I promise. Michonne, I promise.” And ahhh hearing him say her name in front of her for the first time in the miniseries is the best. 🥰 He always says her name like it’s the most beautiful word in the world.

And I love the way he looks at her and wants to reassure her. It’s so clear that he is literally prepared to do anything to make sure she’s okay. It’s interesting that he’s so convinced they have to go back with the CRM. It makes sense because they’re out of time but it also reflects how he’s come to believe there’s really no way out or around the CRM. 

Rick pauses for a moment then tells Michonne with conviction, “I’ll make it so we get away.” And honestly, in this moment I know he really means that. Like he looks right in her eyes because he’s not lying even if he doesn’t know exactly how he’s going to pull it off.

While it took him years to try and escape I think he genuinely feels like with the added motivation of saving Michonne’s life he really won’t rest now until they successfully escape. 

gif cred: @andy-clutterbuck

And then I absolutely adore seeing him affectionately holding Michonne’s face in his hands as he says this and Michonne’s reaction too. She looks hesitant at first but then she just stays looking at her husband's face and smiles, choosing to trust him.

That’s one thing about Rick, he’s the only man who can get Michonne to defer to his way above her own even without much information. So even tho she has no clue where they’re going or how they’ll get out she trusts Rick to lead them and it’s a beautiful thing that she doesn’t give to just anyone. She trusts him wholeheartedly

Then Michonne can’t help but smile and laugh that she found her man as she quietly says okay and nods in agreement to his plan. And then she returns back into their Richonne bubble as she so happily and emotionally says “I found you.” before wrapping him in her embrace again. 🥰

The way she keeps touching him as she lets it soak in that he’s really here is so sweet. 🥹 Also, she’s understandably like let’s table this CRM stuff for a sec cuz I’m not over the fact that after all these years I really found you. And Rick lets out this emotional sound as he embraces her back and I’m just again smiling ear to ear in this moment. 😊

And Michonne is smiling from ear to ear too when their hug is broken up by Nat who calls Michonne’s name. I know Nat was probably looking from afar like…now how did my friend go from killing those soldiers to full-on making out with one of them?? 🧐 lol.

Michonne is so happy to turn to Nat and confirm that her man is alive and this fine man in her arms is him. I know she was about to be like 'bestie, come let me introduce you to my husband and his curls' lol. 😋

gif cred: @nat111love

Also, Rick, who is in high alert mode because he knows they're in dangerous territory, is looking at Nat like 'who is this and is he going to be added to my long list of concerns rn?'

Nat says, “Christ. Is that him?” And Michonne is beaming big time in her “my man, my man, my man” energy as she nods to confirm. 😊And again I love how she keeps her arms wrapped around Rick in some way shape or form because until she can quite literally attach Rick to her hip she's not letting go of this man for anything.

gif cred: @nat111love

Rick is quiet and looks at Michonne as Michonne is quick to assure Nat “He’s not with them” because as far as Nat knows from the outside looking in it sure looks like Rick is aligned with their enemies. But I love that Michonne is so certain Rick’s not with them, even despite the uniform.

And the way she looks back at Rick...I know a lot is going on right now but the thought 'Dang, my baby really only got more attractive over the years' had to cross both Rick and Michonne's mind at least once in these here woods. 😋

gif cred: @nat111love

So next - this show wants to pierce my heart by piercing Nat’s. 😣 It’s a heartbreaking moment. 💔

Nat is mid-sentence cuz he wants some answers when he asks, “Well how the hell…” and then he’s immediately hit with a fatal bullet by one of those trifling surviving CRM soldiers.

For a character that was just introduced in this episode, the show and Matthew Jeffers did a great job of really really making us care about Nat and feel the weight of his tragic loss. 😢

Nat falls to the ground and Michonne yells his name as she runs to him. While Michonne runs to him, Rick picks up Michonne’s sword to finish business with that soldier.

When Rick said he was not with the CRM he meant that because the way he switched up and field goal punted that CRM soldier and then killed him with Michonne’s katana was gold. 🤭 Also I like how Rick is the only one who can touch Michonne's katana and live to tell the tale.

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I'm sure that soldier on the ground was thinking 'oh good Grimes is here' and then the next thing they knew Rick was plunging a sword into their heart like it ain’t no thang. 😬 Had to be done.

And I know the larger part of why Rick did this is because they can’t have witnesses that can go against their story, especially one who might have seen Sergeant Major Grimes passionately making out with Michonne. But I personally also like to think Rick could instantly tell Nat was someone important to Michonne and so he was going to take out that solider on their behalf cuz a friend of Michonne is a friend of his. 

Nat struggles to speak but still has important questions about Rick as he asks Michonne “Is it still him. Can you tell?” Which is valid to ask because a lot can change in almost 8 years apart. Michonne sincerely tells Nat “I can.” I feel like she can tell because Richonne’s kisses are a form of communication and so when Rick kissed her Michonne knew no matter what has changed her Rick is still in there.

Then Nat hands down his life lesson to Michonne saying “See you can still believe and know when…” but he doesn’t finish the sentence as his eyes slowly glaze over and he tragically passes. 🥺 Seeing this I was just like Nat, even after only knowing you briefly, you will be so missed and forever appreciated as a genuine friend to Michonne. 🙏🏽

It’s interesting how within seconds of each other Michonne and Rick both lost one of the most impactful people to them in recent years. Like Okafor just died and he’s the one who instilled in Rick this idea of losing yourself for the greater good and Nat just died and he’s the one who instilled in Michonne this idea that you can believe and know when to go. And throughout TOWL we see how these influences affect Richonne and their next steps. 

(Also both Jeffers and Tate did an absolutely excellent job making their characters memorable and compelling in a short amount of time.👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Okafor and Nat were some of the best additions to the franchise and I'd have loved to see more of them. They truly made a lasting impression even in just one episode. 👌🏽)

I love that for the remainder of the show, Nat will still have such an impact on Michonne. That idea of knowing when to go will be big for her. And as of right now, she’s agreeing to go where her husband leads her. 

It’s so emotional seeing Michonne cry and repeatedly whisper no and Nat’s name as she realizes he’s gone. She’s gone through so much loss. 😢 And even when she finally gets the reward of finding Rick she has to be hit with the painful loss of her good friend and the only contact she had for a year.

Rick approaches and asks, “He helped you get here?” and Michonne tearfully says, “Yeah” and even just the way she says that to Rick made it so clear she’s talking to someone she feels safe enough to be vulnerable with.

Rick says a sincere, “I’m sorry” and I think it’s super sweet how Rick is obviously in crisis mode and worried about what comes next but he still gives Michonne a moment to grieve and presently feel for her loss.

Michonne is so caring as she keeps her focus on Nat and then Rick looks out knowing they’re going to have to act fast now. He stoops down and again so tenderly speaks to Michonne as he sweetly says her name, asking, “Michonne, do you have anything with you that could tell them about you or Alexandria? Maps, notes, anything?”

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Michonne thinks for a bit and I love seeing that the ring on her necklace is visible. They don’t have Rick address seeing the ring but in my mind he definitely peeped that. As Michonne thinks, she says she has a journal, a radio, a phone, and Rick’s boots and Rick has a surprised expression of his face like 'how did you get those?' But the Richonne magnet effect applies to Rick and Michonne's items as well so of course the phone and boots found their way to Michonne.😌

If they had time I’m sure Rick would have asked how she got those items but you can see him realizing there’s no time for questions as he then softly says, “I need them.” And again, I appreciate he’s still being sensitive to the situation Michonne is in while also so aware and stressed over their other CRM situation. 

Rick places the katana in Nat’s hand to frame him for the CRM attack. Then the next scene has Rick and Michonne preparing for the CRM's arrival as Rick pours out as much info as he can before they’re separated.

He tells Michonne she needs to say Nat had the sword and that she took one of the soldier's guns off the ground and stopped Nat. I was like dang this is a lot of things for Michonne to have to remember to say. 😅

Then Rick says, “We’re gonna be separated” and knowing those are words Michonne and him never want to hear again, he goes to her and reassures her, “But I’ll find you. As soon as it’s safe. I promise” And I love the tender way he says it and I especially adore that he pulls her in closer to him when he does.

It’s sweet that he knows Michonne can find comfort in his promising words and in him holding her. I will always appreciate how Rick takes his role as Michonne’s protector so seriously.

Michonne nods fully trusting him despite going into this whole thing mostly blind and clearly a little anxious as she keeps looking up awaiting the CRM helicopter's arrival. 

Rick then says he needs to have his gun on Michonne and she clearly doesn’t like the sound of that. He says they need to see him with his gun on her and her with her hands up. And it's crazy to see because the last time Rick put a gun on Michonne was when they were strangers in season 3.

Michonne listens and turns away as Rick gives one last instruction to call the dead something other than 'walkers' because that’s what he called them. It’s sweet how he’s trying to think of every detail he can tell her to make this work.

gif cred: @coolpartytimefan

The helicopter whirrs closer and Rick says with certainty, “We will get away.” Michonne looks back at him with a bit of concern on her face, because all she knows is she’s going to the place that somehow kept Rick Grimes from their family for years. But I love that she knows she can look at Rick and feel some sense of comfort.

And Rick gives her an extra dose of comfort when he passionately yells out, “I love you!”

PERFECTION. Y'all, I adore him saying that here sooo much. 😍 He said I’m not waiting for one more second to tell you what I’ve longed to tell you which is I love you. It’s so romantic and it's an impactful contrast of him saying I love you while having to aim a gun at her.

gif cred: @msanonships

I like the detail of how Rick doesn’t put his hand on the trigger cuz he doesn't even want to play around like that when it comes to his wife.

It’s so sweet that he wants Michonne to be comforted by the fact that no matter what else has happened or will happen he still loves her so much.

One thing that was so clear is that even Dead Rick still had a blazing love for Michonne. And now that just her presence alone has slowly begun bringing him back to life, the love he has for her is as electrifying within him as it was before he decided to die.

gif cred: @ricksmarlene

It’s nice too because he sees the way Michonne looks at him for reassurance and he wants to comfort her the best he can and what’s more comforting than their love. Yelling out 'I love you' also added to the pile of evidence that shows Rick is a loverboy to his core when it comes to Michonne.

So then we get the compelling shot of Rick pointing his gun at Michonne as she puts her hands up and the helicopter arrives and lowers to the ground.

gif cred: @ex0rin

Having Rick with her and hearing him declare his love does give Michonne a lot of comfort and makes her feel safe despite the circumstances as she smiles up at the helicopter and seems just so aware that whatever this strange new place is it’s no match for her and him together.

Like truly the CRM is about to pick up their downfall by bringing Richonne back to base. And it’s just cinema seeing the ring fly back in the close-up shot of Michonne's smiling face.

It’s clear having Rick back has just infused Michonne with more life as well. And I love how her smile up at the helicopter parallels Rick's smile up at the helicopter in the TWD series finale. #CutFromTheSameCloth

(Also who would have thought that the close-up shot of Michonne in TOWL's first full-length trailer would include Rick behind her with his gun aimed her way. 🫢)

This whole woods reunion scene - from the moment Rick's helicopter crashed to the moment a new helicopter came to cart Richonne back to the CRM - was so good. 🔥 It had high expectations to reach and it absolutely reached and surpassed them to me. 👏🏽

And now that Rick and Michonne had finally reunited it was time to see just how well this plan at the CRM would go. 

gif cred: @richonne4life

Now about Richonne’s undercover plan… 😅.

I kept feeling like Richonne really needed to rethink this plan because there are only two things those two can’t do and this plan was going to require them to do both.

One; Michonne was gonna have to pretend to be a B. And the thing about this is Michonne is bound to be the baddest chick in the game, she can't help it. From what we know, she’s been an A all her life and so trying to mask that was going to be damn near impossible.

Two and most importantly; a plan where Richonne has to pretend like they don’t know each other and be subtle about how they feel about each other… that had me looking at Richonne like babies, change the plan cuz...

I was genuinely trying to think of a time Rick was subtle/casual about Michonne in TWD and I could not think of once lol. During the strangers stage, best friends/co-parents stage, husband and wife stage - she's always had a very visible effect on him. 😋

In the beginning of their relationship Michonne had Rick activated in like a hostile/tense way and then eventually she always had him activated in a madly-in-love way. Either way, Rick has just never exactly been subtle when it comes to her lol. Rick and Michonne both noticeably light up around each other.

But I also was like aw Rick and Michonne might think they can do this whole pretend we aren’t in love thing because that’s what they thought they were doing pre-canon…but uh you thought, Richonne. 🤭 Cuz so many TWD characters picked up on the in-love vibes between those two. There’s a reason Carl looked at both of them like 'duh' the day after they made their relationship official. 😂

So if Rick and Michonne thought they were going to be able to resist each other and be subtle about each other now after years of longing for each other - it was simply not gonna happen. And that prediction that they'd be too irresistible to each other proved quite correct. And honestly, I loved to see it. 👌🏽😌

[lloromanic0]

Can you do Tom with a pillow princess gf :)

(Ik it’s a wlw term but yeah🥲 )

Hi thank you so much for your request, I will change the tittle tho for the reason that you mentioned but the concept will be the same :]

I hope you enjoy it <3

Tom with a gf who he loves to pleasure.

During your daily life Tom would make it seem like he was rough and mean the way the would give everyone that stared at you menacing looks, the way he would tightly grab your waist when he felt threatened and let’s not talk about the way he would talk to other girls who approached him, but behind closed doors he was completely devoted to you.

Since the beginning of your relationship you made it almost clear that during sex all you wanted was to make him pleasure you,at the beginning he was kind of against it but now he absolutely loves it.

After he got used to your likings he would make you lay in bed while he spent hours devouring your pussy.

He even started to enjoy it more than you, he would do it not just for your pleasure but for his as well. He loved tasting your sweet & salty juices, he would suck on your clit merciless while you pulled on his hair when it got a little too intense for you. Penetrating you with his tongue was what the loved the most, the way the soft walls of your hole tasted on his tongue was enough to drive him crazy. And there he would stay where he loved the most where he felt like he belonged to, between your legs eating you out until you were satisfied.

When his jaw got too tired or when you eventually told him he could stop he would reach for his precum soaked boxers to free his aching erection. His tip red and glossy from his previous grinding on the mattress.

“Come on Tom don’t make me wait…”

He quickly climbed on the bed positioning himself between your legs once more, rubbing his tip over your puffy clit and teasing your entrance, then he would push himself slowly into you, getting little moans to come out of your mouth, after fitting himself completely inside you he would move his hips slowly and deep at first, his length easily reaching your cervix as he moaned your name feeling your tightness engulfing him. When he felt desperate enough he started to slam his hips into you franticly holding you down by your hips so you couldn’t move an inch, he was the one that was going to pleasure you not the other way around. The room would feel humid and the thick air filled with the sent of sex and sweat as Tom kept pushing himself inside you, he would place a hand over your lower stomach pushing it down to feel his bulge coming in and out of you. He loves to make you cum multiples times even if he gets overstimulated he still keeps going because he knows how much your pleasure is more important than his. When you both are drenched in sweat and your lower half’s connected by strings of cum it’s when you both finally decide to stop.

All that Tom knows is that he can’t get enough of you, your taste, your scent, your touch, he almost feels like he was made to serve and pleasure you.

[fentibeauty]

F&MU (18+)

riri williams x black!fem reader

summary: when constant arguing turns into a heated time in the sheets.

— angst, sexual frustration, profanity, sexual actions

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“shut up talking to me y/n, forreal. you pissing me off” riri fumed as she pulled up to their house. once the car was in park, riri looked to y/n with nothing but anger and annoyance in her eye.

the couple have been arguing for the past 2 days, there’s no complete conclusion on why they were arguing.

they just were.

“i don’t give a fuck about you being pissed off riana, i don’t. you been pissing me off all day.” riri let out a big breath and took the key out the ignition. she opened the door and walked towards the house, “ian do shit to your ass all day. you been picking petty fights with me just to piss me off.” she opened the door and let you in before coming in herself, slamming the door.

“what do you want y/n, hm? you been staring shit since yesterday.”

“aint shit wrong with me-”

in reality, y/n was sexually frustrated, very. she decided to take that frustration onto riri.

she continued to build riri up so when riri couldn’t take anymore she would take it out all on her.

she thought it was a great plan.

“bullshit.” riri interrupted, you been testing me since yesterday, and i keep letting you say whatever the fuck you want to me.

“because you pussy.”

riri immediately dropped the keys on the table and cornered y/n into the wall. she leaned her forehead onto y/n’s and took another big breath before speaking.

“listen, i don’t know what the fuck your problem is but you need to end this shit fast. i’m getting sick and tired of your smart ass mouth.

riri really wanted to pop y/n in her mouth like a mother would do everytime a smart remark would come out.

“i don’t have a problem.” y/n squirmed horny and frustrated. “why you doing allat moving, ma?” riri smirked, finally catching onto what all the fuss was about.

“i hate you.” you gave in.

you were now on all fours (barely) without your face pressed into the pillow as riri fucked you. there were tears rolling down your eyes, your moans were now whimpers as your 3rd orgasm was approaching.

“you still hate me, ma?” riri grunts, her body was glistening in sweet as she was giving herself a workout. “all you had to do was tell me what you wanted baby, instead you wanted to piss me off. now this is what you get.”

riri wrapped her arm around y/n’s stomach and pulled her up to where her back wad pressed against riri’s front.

riri’s thrusts became deep and spaced out that caused y/n’s gspot to be hit everytime. many tears still rolled down her face as her whimpers became more louder and vulnerable.

“you love me baby? tell me you love me”

nothing but a troubled whine left your mouth as you tried to gather a sentence for riri. you were too fucked out to think.

“tell me you love me, y/n. i’m not stopping until you say it.” riri’s hand traveled to your puffy and overstimulated clit and began rubbing it at a slow but effective pace.

“i l-love you, riri” you cry and riri smiled. “tell me you’re sorry.” she added on. “so s-sorry.” you whimpered as you were right at your peak.

“i forgive you baby.”

those words were all y/n needed to know before her juices began to leak from her pussy and squirt all over riri and the sheets.

“all of that attitude just became you wanted to be fucked is craazy.” riri said once she caught her breath.

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[mikgreo]

Gojo punishing his puppies, pt.2

smut+ fluff. minors dni

pt.1 here.

a/n: i hope u guys enjoy it <3. ty for the luv on pt.1 !! lmk if u guys want a continuation or something similar to this. im so sorry it was so short😭

warnings: 18+, pet names, double penetration, anal, p/v sex, spitting, hair pulling, slight degradation, praise, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threesome, mand handling, NOT PROOF READ sorry if there are typos 🥲

Gojo waited for you and Geto to calm down and relax.

“Suguru~ how about you lay down hm? let y/n-chan do all the work.”

geto didn’t object and did as he was told. you following as well.

Gojo placed himself behind you, putting his hands on your hips. helping you line up with geto’s pink flushed tip, still leaking precum, and hard as ever.

Gojo slowly pushed you down all the way earning a whine from you from the lack of movement.

“s-satoru!…wanna-move..please” you cried out.

“wait hun, not done yet.” gojo bent you over just a little, spreading your cheeks apart to get better access on your unoccupied hole.

he spit on it and sunk his finger in slowly.

“n-nghh!! toru- what are y-you doing?!” you reached for his wrist to make him pull his finger out.

“nuh-uh princess,” he slapped your hand away,

“Suguru, start moving.” gojo glanced over you to geto.

Geto started thrusting up and down on you slowly, quickly accelerating his speed.

at this point, gojo had three fingers inside your anus, you were unfamiliar to this much overstimulation.

“satooo-ruu!~ i can’t take this~ to..too much, please!!” you cried, burying your face into geto’s chest.

“hmm, i guess your ready.” something about his tone sounded menacing, you were confused.

“h-huh for wha-”

Gojo lined his cock up with your entrance and forcefully pushed in.

“oh my g-god!! toru.. i d..dont think i can-can take this pl..please!!!” your whole body was getting rocked back and forth from the amount of force being put into both your holes.

“fuckk, youre so tight, m’love<3.” suguru said kissing the top of your head.

“she-fucking is, tight as hell.” he slapped your ass, “you fucking like being treated like a sex doll dont ya, you slut?”

“f-fuck! mm~ she does toru.. she just squeezed me so hard.” geto said as he looked up at gojo who was drilling into your insides.

Gojo grabbed a tangle of your hair and pulled you back, making you scream out.

“Owie!! toruuu…~!!!” you said looking back at him, pouting.

“Sorry princess, just gotta get a better angle.” he chuckled.

You were seeing stars, your mind was going blank, you felt so overstimulated. your stomach was screaming, you felt so full. you felt both of them all the way up to your throat, you were spewing out nonsense from how fucked up you were.

“sniff toruuu, suguuu~ i hiccup need-break.. cant!! yes yes right there more!…. gyahh!! cant take it please..”

“Pfft look at you, your crying for us to stop but your moaning in the same sentence about how good it is. pathetic fucking whore.” Gojo ended his sentence by giving you a heavy slap on your ass.

“Satoru..im so close! she keeps squeezing me so tight..mmff..” geto said biting his lower lip, wiping off the sweat on your forehead.

“Yeah..me..fuck.. too. you ready for our load princess?” gojo smirked.

“yesyesyesyes!! fill me whole.. please, daddy. need you both so bad, want a baby!! wanna be.. a mommy~” your eyes crossing from the amount of pleasure you were feeling, collapsing onto geto’s chest while purposely leaving your back arched for Gojo.

“What a good cock whore you turned out to be, y/n. all pretty begging for us now hmm?” geto said patting the top of your head, giving it a slight tug as he was close to cumming.

“Sugu-chan..’m cumming..cum with me, ‘kay?” Gojo said giving Geto a lustful smile.

they both bottomed out inside you, you felt their warm thick ropes of cum hitting the deepest corners of your holes. you felt it perfectly slide down your asshole to your cunt and to your legs.

“you did so good, pretty..~” geto said, gojo humming in agreement.

They both helped you clean up, and cuddled in bed with you.

Gojo was big spooning you while geto faced you.

gojo was plastering kisses all over your neck and shoulder, while geto was staring at you in awe, kissing your hand, lips and cheeks occasionally.

“I love you too.. soooo much.” you giggled closing your eyes, drifting to sleep.

“You mean ya love me.. not suguru.” gojo said biting your ear.

“Ouch!!!.. And no i love you both equally ugh!!” you said pouting, and letting out a laugh.

“Calm down you too, i love you both very much too, my babies.” geto smiled at you.

“Hey!! i am not a baby.” gojo said flicking getos cheek.

“well you’re the closest thing to a manchild. your so immature satoru, that’s why i love you.” he grabbed gojos hand giving it a squeeze.

“yeaaahhh i know, the strongest , satoru gojoo!! who wouldnt love me.” he said turning on his back, spreading his arms and legs in a starfish position.

“go to bed toru!! im so sleepy. and tired..” you said kicking him with the back of your heel.

“tch. party pooperrrr”

“cmon toru, lets rest for a bit, kay?”

“okay whatever you lame o’s.” gojo said reaching ocer to you, to geto, making sure he was hugging the both of you.

“i love you guys. <3” gojo said smiling to himself.

im so sorry it was so short!! i really had no idea what to write i didnt think i would have to actually write a part 2!!! tysm again for the support, i will be coming out with a new fic soon, and maybe some hcs <3

[kaitsuusuu41]

Pairing: scaramouche x gn!reader

Word count: 0.6+

Warnings:| oral fixation(reader has it), stimming?(can be taken as such), sucking on fingers, reader is stated to have sensory issues, reader is said to go into a sort of little headspace(bare with me people 🥲), modern au!

//This is based off a weird roleplay I was doing with ai last year don’t question it//

You always hated things for the way they felt, or the way they sounded, smelt, or even tasted, and if you're feeling extra sensitive the way things looked. Scaramouche’s hands though, no matter what he did they were always soft, like the porcelain of woods just always soft and smooth. Life was always hard with your oral fixation, never having something to suck or bite on, not having something cold or spicy enough. To avoid you being overstimulated or anything like it scaramouche bought things you said usually helps with it, so; lollipops, suckable candies, strong mints, just about anything spicy you liked and extra ice traps to keep stocked up with ice if ever needed.

But you just replaced the ice trays, your eating your last lollipop and you ran out of any other candies you could even possibly have same with the spicy foods and you didn’t want to tell scaramouche because he’s your boyfriend and you know him, well more like your scared of him reacting how your patents did yell at you for eating up everything for no real reason. So now you’re sitting next to him, burnt out and needing to stim but once more having nothing to stim with. You leaned on your boyfriend who was hunched over reading a book. He could tell by your sigh something was wrong to he gently patted and played with your hair before asking

“What’s wrong dove?” You exhaled long after his question before finally speaking up, “I need to stim but I’m out of everything..” he sat up, genuinely shocked “really..?” You once more burnt out, too understimulated to care you nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me I could’ve bought you more in advance..” “..whenever I told my parents they’d get mad..” scaramouche was a little offended and hurt by this, “dove I’m not your fucking parents” he said with his usually snappy tone. “Why are you yelling at me? okay, I’m sorry..” he sighed now realizing you're understimulated. He got an idea but y’all haven’t tried it before, but he doesn’t have any spare change as he needs it to help save up for a car so he can get to and from work easier. “Dove, I have an idea okay?”

You almost perked up, “hm?” He offered his fingers, the two middle ones pressed together while his pointer and pinky finger were outstretched. “Here suck on my fingers..” you blushed a bit, more so out of embarrassment than anything due to this catching you so off guard, and you’ve never sucked on anyone’s fingers. You stampered to get your response out so he rolled his eyes and sighed. “Just suck.. I don’t care.. do what you need to to feel better..” you blinked before taking his two middle fingers in your mouth and starting to suck on them. The sanded wood of his fingers made it so that they were just right for you and your texture sensitivity. From this point on he just continued reading, almost as if you weren’t sucking on his fingers as a means to stim. After a few minutes you laid on his lap and continued your autistic behavior and your boyfriend didn’t mind at all, once every few minutes he’d kiss your head and continue wherever he left off before he finally asked.

“You okay little dove” you were in a smaller headspace due to feeling safe, and due to work you haven’t done it in who knows how long. It did take scaramouche a minute but when he realized he kept quiet and let you do you, it’s not often you get to do this for yourself. You soon fell asleep and once he was done and you stopped sucking on his fingers he eased you into y’all’s shared bed and tucked you in before joining you, kissing your head and cuddling you.

[pupyuj]

wait why was the soft yujin ask actually so cute i neeeeeed to hear about soft dom ive always taking care of their gf in bed

this is a bit long cuz i included aftercare along w the sex so 😚😚 i went through several breakdowns writing this i love my girls.. my scrunklies.. my sillies...

gaeul is a service top IDCCCC 😤😩 maybe it's the unnie in her that just makes her want to prioritize your pleasure over her own,, esp if she gets way too busy to be with you :(( going from weeks to sometimes months without her bcs her schedule gets so packed, she feels so guilty about it as if it was her fault 😔 even when you reassure her that neither of you can do anything about it bcs she loves her job and you support her no matter what! and bcs of your never-ending support for her, she repays you by fucking you nice and well,,, she's kissing you everywhere, whispering how much she loves you, hits all of the spots that she knows feel good, and makes you come a lot but not too much so that you're not overstimulated and exhausted 🥺

aftercare consists of romcom movies, lots of forehead kisses, and cuddles! gaeul is small, yes but she insists on being the big spoon cuz it makes her feel like she's keeping you safe n protected, and that's really all she wants! 🥺

yujin knows alllll about love and care ofc! sure, most of the time, she's energetic and literally fucks you like she won't get to do it ever again but other times, she can be super gentle 🥺🥺 the pup showers you with praises while she's fingering you, says things like: "my baby's so pretty" and "doing so well for me, good girl" like she just wants to make you feel appreciated and special 😩 sometimes she fears that you think she's only with you for the sex, bcs the two of you do fuck a lot and it's very intense too but she wants you to know that she's with you bcs she loves you, so yeah she talks a lot during these times 😭 but her voice, her praises, and her kisses keep you from getting lost in pleasure bcs even when she's all soft and sentimental she still fucks you so good like holy shit this girl just knows you so well 🫠🫠

aftercare is yujinnie wrapping all of her limbs around you and keeping you close 😭😭 but ofc she's careful not to like, crush you or suffocate you sjdbfjosf she's threading your hair with her fingers, patting your back softly as a means to lull you to sleep.. she makes jokes too?? 😭 like maybe the two of you have gone silent but not asleep so she'll just say something funny and you'll burst out laughing,,, yujin loves your smile sm, she wants you to be happy foreverrrr 🥲

rei is always soft with you, she's a love maker dammit 😔 takes care of you like you're made of glass but that doesn't mean she's vanilla or anything . she knows how to fuck you, she just doesn't like to overwhelm you with it!! she's always asking if you're doing okay, if anything hurts, if you want her to stop or keep going . and tbh she's giving service top too, she's always aiming to make you feel good cuz ur her baby!! like, she also asks if you want her to go faster if it was what you wanted 🥺 and she warns you if she decides to fuck you harder.. saying it like: "it's going to hurt a little bit, baby... is that okay?" i cannot stress this enough SHE SO FUCKING CARESSS 😭😭😭😭 if you're feeling particularly needy on a certain day, you will literally have to assure rei several times that you won't complain if she just fucks you out of your mind bcs you want it, but she's so afraid of breaking you :((( but when you do give her the go... she can have you seeing the stars 😵‍💫

aftercare is reibear cuddling you from behind while holding hands 🥺 and she kisses your shoulder a lot, as well as the hand that's holding hers ☺️☺️ trust that the aftercare will last until the next morning sjfbfkf like rei's giving you breakfast in bed, combing your messy hair, and offering to help you in the bathroom SHE'S JUST.. SHE'S VERY GIRLFRIEND OKAY 🥹💔

wonyoung is very sub top to me, shes baby 🥺🥺 like she can fuck! she can fuck real good, but she's so in love with you that she just... she folds no matter what 😩 holding both of your hands while she's fucking you with a strap, leaning down and kissing you, and she talks a lot too!! always asking for permission and like, approval ... "does it feel good, unnie?", "am i doing good, unnie?", "are you gonna come yet, unnie? yes?", "can i go faster, please? i want to hear you" omggg kfkjnfdjdsjdfj 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 baby definitely comes with you because seeing you fall apart and hearing the noises she brought out of you is really enough for her 🫠 but she keeps going . she continues on fucking you bcs she so wants to satisfy you, and in a way, she's satisfying herself too bcs if you're feeling great, she'll feel amazing 😩🫣

aftercare is just,, being held close to wony's heart 🥺 she has you laying on top of her, your head resting on her chest, falling asleep to her heartbeat and the random shapes she traces on your back with her fingers... says 'i love you' even when you're sleeping, kissing the top of your head, and getting lost in her head thinking about how much she really appreciates and loves you like my girl is LOVESICKKKK GET UP!!! 😩

unpopular opinion but liz is just as eager as a certain puppy when fucking you i will not be told otherwise!! she just loves feeling your warm cunt around her fingers and even better on her tongue!!! but lizzy understands that sometimes you get tired and just want to go about things slower... and she gets soooo emotional???? like she's fucking you and suddenly, she has a whole speech about how beautiful you are to her and it's just :((( SHE LOVES YOU OKAY . SHE WANTS YOU TO FEEL PRETTY BCS UR HER PRETTY GIRL!! <///3 liz loves to spoil you with compliments, she really does 😔 she tells you that every single part of you is so ethereal to her :( from your eyes, to your nose, your lips, every little scar, and even the parts of you that you think aren't worth acknowledging or complimenting but they are to liz bcs you're genuinely so perfect in her eyes 🥲🥲💓

aftercare is lizzy humming a lullaby to help you fall asleep 😩😩 she likes staring at you too, but ofc not in a creepy edward cullen way but in an oh-my-god-she's-so-down-bad way she needs help getting up too‼️‼️

[almondmlkbtch]

France Day 2 — 04/03

Still binging. I had probably 2200 cals today give or take. Walking is the literal only thing keeping me above water. I look so fat all the time and feel so gross. Physically I’m fine— bloating isn’t crazy & I’m not feeling sick from the eating. But knowing how much I’m consuming & fucking up my progress is rly getting to me. It feels like nothing helps, nothing can stop me eating right now. Ugh.

Wont be drinking anymore. Alcohol just completely takes away my ability to have discipline w food. I don’t even like drinking it doesn’t make me more social really? The only pressure is feeling like I should because everyone else is.

I’m so upset😭 I wish I could go home and work on my diet & exercise. It’s so hard when I’m overstimulated, tired, walking a bunch, with friends. My sensory issues have been x10 here and the stress/anxiety/depression makes me rely on food for comfort. I don’t honestly normally deal with that. Usually starving is my comfort 😭

Tomorrow is my first chance to maybe eat a little less. We have a train in the morning and won’t have time for breakfast. Im thinking about just getting coffee and saying its too early to eat. Maybe getting fruit or something if I need to cover.

Keep telling myself it’s only 4 more days. When I get home I’ll be back in business 😭 Terrified for the first weigh ins. Might have to go a few days starving & exercising before first weigh in. 🥲