#dear god help me figure this out

[feathers-feathers]

Bug Fables' deep lore is engaging in open warfare with my mental helath i swear to GOD I CAnt figure this tHE FUCK OUT IM GOING INSANE

Context: I'm trying to make a timeline. Bug fables took this personally.

The big question here that got me to break is what the fuck is the deal with Flower Gods? So I was writing an essay of sorts to try and figure it out as I go, then clean it up and post it when I came to a few satisfying conclusions, and maybe make a poll to see what others would prefer.

I have now lost at least a decade of my lifespan, and will be seeking reparations in the court of law. I'll post what I wrote below the cut, just be aware that it's not finished, will not be finished if I have a gun to my head, and jumps places every now and then because that's just how I roll in the drafting stage.

I hope to all the gods above that some of you can find sense where I have failed.

Beware: Here be dragons. (Also, it's quite long.)

BEGIN

Currently doing timeline shenanigans with Bug Fables. I learned something in the lore that will have a major impact in how that timeline manifests. The problem is that this lore detail isn't exactly straight-forward, and has multiple interpretations. I'd like to see some other thoughts on this matter before I make a decision. The lore in question is regarding the creation of the Flower Gods.

A reminder: There is a secret room in Snakemouth Den that displays information regarding the 3 Flower Gods. Prior to seeing this room, most I think didn't even know there were 3 - only knowing of Venus at the time. The other two are Mars and Pluto. These displays tell us a few things. Some information on the gods themselves: Venus is

Guardian: M-001 "Mars" Age: 361 Status: Stable

Guardian: V-012 "Venus" Age: 358 Status: Stable

Guardian: P-183 "Pluto" Age: 34 Status: Stable

This secret asks a whole bunch of questions and answers exactly none of them.

The first thought I see many people go to is that this, of course, confirms that the Roaches created them. However, there is dialogue from Venus herself stating "Ah, it still feels like it was yesterday when they were scurrying around the land trying to get stuff together!" Which doesn't say much, but sort of implies that she was around while the Roaches were still figuring things out.

But what about those designations, what do they mean? For something like this - and considering they all start with the first letter of the Guardian's name - I think it's, like, a version number.

If they were all created by the Roaches, then… wtf? So with Mars, they got it right on their very first try - congratulations, a fucking GOD is born - but their next Guardian took 12 attempts? What? And then Pluto took 183 attempts. And the time discrepancy is just…. weird. Wtf does this mean? The Roaches started off as the best scientists ever, getting everything correct on their first go, then suddenly dropping the ball off the face of the Earth and getting nothing right? For centuries? And after all of that, they consider the Sapling to be their greatest creation. Not any of the Actual Deities they supposedly made. And then they place two of these gods in… just… entirely different territories. Mars is in the Eastern lands. Lord knows where Pluto is, but not Bugaria, that's for sure. I do find this rather unpalatable.

If they weren't created by the Roaches - they were just studying them, trying to replicate their power - I think that fits some of this better. Especially that above quote by Venus. If she was around before the Roaches developed what they have now - the Roaches being the first bugs to awaken - then did she awaken before even them? If she - and, perhaps, Mars - were the first to awaken, then was the Day of Awakening only around 370 years ago? That would probably be the best case scenario for developing a timeline. It'd be the only True Date that can be nailed down, and make it a lot easier to place other dates around it by comparison.

But still… what's the deal with the version numbers? Perhaps the Guardians do not have true immortality, but ressurrective immortality? That would sort imply that Pluto might in fact be the first, and he's on his 183'd life. It would also mean that Mars would actually be the youngest of the gods. Despite being the oldest current version, he is still only on his First version - no deaths, no resurrections. This would also mean that Pluto died around the time the Roaches vanished. But also - if Pluto died 182 times prior to his current iteration… what the fuck kind of life is this guy living? Is he stuck in a death loop, wtf?

This is honestly just another discrepancy, to me. Lets be as conservative as possible and say that most of Pluto's lives were all around 30 years in length. This is so conservative as to be ridiculous, but let's just ignore that. 183 x 30 = 5490. That's Fucking Old - and I'm gonna say, just as ridiculous. Why, then, would the other two gods only have a few years of an age gap? This feels like a strong point towards the idea that the Roaches created them??? that the designations are version numbers before deployment and not ressurrective iterations???

Oh My God. What the fuck am I supposed to believe?

BREAK

This is where I officially gave up. I hate all of these ideas none of them are satisfactory. Bug Fables why do you hate me so muchae dsafsafgfghrdsgrdfeignbreoiatghnbfrabgifrhdfhdfghdfsghdfizghsregtbdfsgfcuigh

[theguardianace]

man. it hasn't even been a full half day of this event being out and im already drafting a fic for it. what an absolute RIDE thsi has been.

[roxynugget]

Guys, please, Tango doesn't consider himself a builder in the same way Michelangelo might not consider himself a painter* (see tags). You can accept you're very good at two things, and still consider yourself better at one over the other. It's not negative talk when he calls himself a redstone guy.

[malinaa]

i said it once and i’ll say it again happy place is pwmov’s spiritual successor

[dreadfulnautilus]

Where the everloving FUCK can i read up about all the different classpects? I keep looking but i cant find anything. Oh does it suck to be a homestuck who has zero clue how to actually navigate wikipedia n shit

[vegaseatsass]

I wish I had my laptop on this trip because mainlining a bunch of extremely joy-sparking gay tv after months of job hell is really such a recipe for just. Hysterical levels of fandom euphoria. I need everyone in the world to hear about homewrecker Tay Tawan the satanic cult leader, and how past me watched Midnight Museum incorrectly, Boon actually did nothing wrong. It's not his fault he was more slavishly devoted to his witch god than Khatha and probably singlehandedly invented queer identity in 1820 just so he could affirmingly incorporate dick into his nightly worship duties.

See this is just word salad, I can't use the phone to express myself properly. Not at all. but tldr I'm fandom feral right now. I am having too much fun and the happy chemicals in my brain are popping off and it is gonna be tough to come back down to earth in two days. I'm so glad fandom exists. Thank you gay tv and thank you communal gay tv mind palace. (More word salad. But EYE know what I'm trying to say and it's quite sincere ok)

[piplupod]

nooooo dont find omens in the otherwise explainable, you're so sexy ahahahaaa

[foldingfittedsheets]

Something that literally changed my life was working with a friend on a coding thing. He was helping me create an auto rig script and was trying to explain something to me but his words were just turning into static in my brain. I was tired and confused and there was so many new concepts happening.

I could feel myself working toward a crying meltdown and was getting preemptively ashamed of what was about to happen when he said, “Hey, are you someone who benefits from breaks?”

It broke me.

Did I benefit from breaks? I didn’t know. I’d never taken them.

When a problem frustrated or upset me I just gritted my teeth and plowed through the emotional distress because eventually if you batter and flail at something long enough you figure it out. So what if you get bruised on the way.

I viscerally remembered in that moment being forced to sit at the table late into the night with my dad screaming at me, trying to understand math. I remembered taking that with me into adulthood and having breakdowns every week trying to understand coding. I could have taken a break? Would it help? I didn’t know! I’d never taken one!

“Yes,” I told him. We paused our call. I ate lunch. I focused on other stuff for half an hour. I came back in a significantly better state of mind, and the thing he’d been trying to explain had been gently cooking in the back of my head and seemed easier to understand.

Now when I find myself gritting my teeth at problems I can hear his gentle voice asking if I benefit from breaks. Yes, dear god, yes why did I never get taught breaks? Why was the only way I knew to keep suffering until something worked?

I was relating to this same friend recently my roadtrip to the redwoods with my wife. “We stopped every hour or so to get out and stretch our legs and switch drivers. It was really nice. When I was a kid we’d just drive twelve hours straight and not stop for anything, just gas. We’d eat in the car and power through.”

He gave a wry smile, immediately connecting the mindset of my parents on a road trip to what they’d instilled in me about brute forcing through discomfort. “Do you benefit from breaks?” he echoed, drawing my attention to it, making me smile with the same sad acknowledgement.

Take breaks. You’re allowed. You don’t have to slam into problems over and over and over, let yourself rest. It will get easier. Take. Breaks.

[baekuras]

just thought about how annoying the combo of

"if you work hard you can even buy your own house" to "lmao in THIS economy?" in combo with "oh yeah tech is the future and here are all the ways on why" to "the internet is eating itself+what jobs???" is

you'd think those false promises would stop but nope

[satorena]

& DRIP. . . TILL WE SOAK THE BED !?

summ. so you’ll hop in a jacuzzi, cool off in the shower, and drip. . . till you soak the bed. gojo, toji, geto, nanami, choso.

cw. explicit content. fem!reader. mdni. foul language. (m+f) squírting. afab!reader. oral séx. riding. bath séx. shower séx. mild daddy kink. alcohol consumption. backshōts. bratty!reader. mild asphyxiation play. size difference. handjōb. overstimulation. voyeurism. (f) masturbatíon. praise kínk. subby!choso. cunningulūs. temperature play. 3.8k wc.

rena's note. the general concept here? good question, next!

GOJO SATORU

“oh m’goddd,” his voice falls nothing short of a quiver, head lolling back as his brows pinch to the centre of his forehead. the coil in his gut tightens with each meet of your hips colliding with his, large hands shakily gripping at the marble tile of the bathtub. shit, there’s water flowing about everywhere in this expensive hotel’s bathroom floor but gojo couldn’t care less— not with his pretty fiancée riding him dumb, like she wanted to snatch his soul. “shit—ride this dick baby, fuuuck.”

he can hardly feel his own cock slipping in and out of your soppy cunt— but he does feel the way your perky buds glide tauntingly against his own. the friction sends sparks of arousal shooting through his veins in a frenzy, the water droplets decorating your breast serving as additional lubricant.

your arms loop around his neck for stability, your thighs surely aching from riding him on your heels. you lift your ass up just about enough for your cunt to latch onto his tip greedily before slamming back down, sending more waves of soap bubbles to the tiles on the floor. you’ve got the cutest look of concentration etched on your face, bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth as your eyes tighten from pleasure. the messy updo for your hair is ready to break, “need your nut babyyy, give it t’me!”

he feels his toes curl at your words, mounting his head back up as he chuckles through breathless pants, a boyish grin decorating pink lips, “oh yeah?” cerulean eyes rake up and down your figure, shamelessly eyeing your moistened breasts jiggling in the most hypnotic motions, “can you handle ‘nother load? do you deserve another load?” he’s simply teasing, empty threats as he lets you have your way with him. there’s no way in hell he’d ever tell you no.

despite you knowing such, you nod your head frantically, as your fingernails carve themselves into his pale skin. he hisses at the pleasurable pain, his grip on the bathtub tightening as your grinds become deeper. “don’t be mean— nghh,” you bite back a moan as you sink yourself sharply down on his cock. his mushroom tip nudges and pokes at your cervix, penetrating so deep into you it drives your mind fuzzy. “want it in me— need it so bad,” you proceed to stroke his ego as you do his dick, sliding your hands downwards to press your palms at the plane of his chest.

gojo lifts a hand from the perimeter of the tub to slap at your ass. it ripples in waves incomparable to the water in the tub, and he can’t help but do it again. you squeal, hips running away from the harshness of his spanks while simultaneously grinding him down.

“aweee, pretty baby.” gojo coos, opting to rub the soreness on your cheek away. your bottom lip wobbles when he grips at your aching flesh, the fat of your ass spilling in his large hand. when he lowers his second one to mimic the first hand, he spreads your cheeks apart and assists your movements.

this new angle has your puffy clit dragging languidly against his pelvis, his dick now bullying a much deeper dimension. he pushes himself up to ravish at your neck— licking and lapping at any fluid decorating the sensitive flesh. he feels your pulse throb against his wet muscle, simultaneously to his own cock throbbing at your ferocious kegels.

“toru, god, toru i’m gonna cum!” your hips grind in back and forth motions, thighs pressing into his sides. you’re holding onto him for dear life— clutching his head in your arms and tugging onto his hair wildly, knowing what that pleasurable pain does to him. what’s more to do then drop a hand between your thighs and rub circles at your clit? he revels in the breathless sigh you release, spongy walls gripping him like a vice, “make your wife cum, baby.” you little minx, “pretty— mmhm, please.”

“the shit you do to me— fuckin’ hell.” gojo groans, and bucks his hips up wantonly. he meets you halfway, multitasking between toying at your bundle of nerve and intensifying the pressure of his strokes. it takes little to no time for the bath water to soak in your juices, a mixture so filthy, he can’t help but force more out of you.

your body trembles as your worn out muscles give out, body falling limp into his hold while he works on coaxing your orgasm out of you. whether it’s your juices or water splashing out the tub, he couldn’t give two fucks as the back of your thighs meet his slippery ones and he parts your quivering cheeks further apart.

“my favorite slip n’ slide,” he purrs into your ear, his breath warm and electrifying, “now let daddy take care of you.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“damn girl,” toji whistles, landing a sharp blow with his free hand at your backside. you whine, stepping higher on the tip of your toes as you work your hips backwards to collide with his. you watch through the foggy reflection of the bathroom mirror as he chugs down multiple sips of champagne straight from the bottle. sleazy bastard, making you do all the work as he stands back and enjoys him. he pulls away from the expensive bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks deviously, “watch that ass go, fuck.”

your mascara drips messily down your cheeks, fat tears following the makeup residue as you grip tightly onto the counter. the marble is cold against your burning skin, breasts pressed between your weight and the counter. every muscle in your legs scream for a break, trembling as you exert yourself to push yourself higher to his size.

“tojiii,” you whine, eyes trailing up the mirror to meet his gaze. you watch as he tilts his head to the side and cocks an eyebrow up. his hand has travelled from your ass cheek right in between your legs to grip at your thigh instead. he gives an encouraging squeeze and you pout brattily, bottom lip jugging, “just fuck me already— said i was sorry!”

“y’don’t seem sorry though,” toji tuts, squeezing at your thigh once more before sliding up your waist. your body stiffens as his drags his index finger up your spine, shivers creeping at your back. he creeps steadily but agonizingly slow, and the jolts of electricity that follows his pathway has your cunt clamping down his cock in anticipation, “still got that smart mouth of yers— how the fuck do you deserve my help?”

“no no,” your eyes bulging wide in panic. you watch as the scar on his lip curves as he smirks, and you wiggle your ass back onto him, “i’ll be good— please baby, wanna cum so bad!”

“hmm,” he hums in faux thought, fingers resting at the nape of your head, before slithering his digits around your neck. you arch your back into a seductive curve, tilting your head back as you grant him more access. his large hand tightens around your throat, and you shamelessly moan at the pressure applied. he bends forward and leans into you, rough lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, watching as you lean into his larger frame, “beg me some more— all cute n’ shit.”

“eat it, toji,” you give into his command so eagerly, feeling his stubble tickle your neck. his teeth graze over your skin, fingers digging deeper into your throat. you gasp before whining, finally stepping down onto your soles. his cock slips out of your cunt, and you reach a hand back to grip at the base of his thick shaft. “please daddy— i’ll be so good, your pussy needs attention. make a mess outta me!”

he groans in your ear when you lick the tip of your fingers before going back to jerking him off. your palms feel so soft against his veiny cock, and although he feels as if you could beg a little better, there was only so much he could resist as a man.

“fuck ma,” he pulls up and consequently pushes you flat against the counter. your arms are sprawled at your side as you tilt your head back and stare at him with your doe eyes. he grabs the bottle of champagne, swishing the remaining alcohol inside before tilting the bottle upside down— you squirm with a squeal at the cold liquid making contact with your ass.

green eyes zero in at the drink glistening your body in a way that makes you look incredibly edible—the champagne slipping past your ass and into the crack. your perky cheeks jiggle when he spanks you twice, skin reddening from the abuse before kneeling down.

he chucks the bottle away, the clicking sounds fading away as his hands begin massaging your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and groaning deeply at the sight of your sticky cunt. the sounds of your pussy squelching as he further parts your cheeks are deserving of the broken moans he receives from you. his dick twitches eagerly, begging to be buried to the hilt.

“sloppy fuckin’ pussy,” he growls, eyes trailing as your arousal oozes and drips to the floor. “bout to tear this pretty ass up.”

GETO SUGURU

“this how ya do it?” he stares up at you, kneecaps digging into the uncomfortable floor. he’s full of shit, and you both know it, as he guides the shower head right in between your legs. you made the mistake of telling him one of the many ways you relieve yourself whenever he isn’t around, and the next thing you know, you find yourself holding onto the slippery glass doors of your shared bathroom. when you fail to give him an answer, he clicks his tongue and taps at your thigh resting atop his shoulder. “asked you a question, princess.”

you nod your head, nibbling on your bottom lip as you focus on the intensifying pressure of the water hitting your clit. “mhm, yeah, just like that.” it’s mildly mortifying for the most part, how he smirks cockily at you, every crease in his face telling you what you need to know— duh, of course it’s how you fucking do it.

but geto is a dick, and not the kind hanging right at his thigh, neglected and throbbing. his fingers trace patterns into your wet skin, before sinking deeper into the plushy flesh. he toys with the head, circling it around your clit, “what else? guide me baby, wanna know what my freaky girl be up to when i’m not around.”

you frown at that comment and naturally his smirk deepens, as he shifts the gear of the shower head, increasing the pressure. your body jolts at the newfound feeling, and you claw at his loose tresses. “talk to me, princess.”

he is so annoying, downright mocking you in that honeyed voice of his. you know he knows what comes next, your perverted roommate knowing no boundaries to your privacy. you’ve caught him one too many times creeping at the crack of the door, “i— fuck, use my other hand to f-finger myself. . .” you trail off, the humiliation simmering in your cheeks hotly.

“ohh?” geto feigns ignorance, plucked brows jumping to his hairline as his jaw slackens. you can’t help the pout that sits on your lips. this was so degrading as a human being, but fuck, why was it making your core ache? “is that so? ‘s too bad both my hands are occupied. woulda loved to see a demonstration.”

you dread what’s coming, as you see the make believe lightbulb pop above his head. you ignore the way his lips begin kissing at your trembling thigh, purple eyes never ceasing their intense gaze on you. your clit throbs against the weight of the water spraying from your shower head, a buzz so intense it shoots straight to your brain.

“would’ya look at that!” he rests his cheek against your leg. damn him and his gorgeous self. if you let go of this wall and work yourself open, you’re surely gonna sink to the floor. “both your hands are free! now, show suguru how play with your pussy.”

you contemplate which hand to free— the one pulling at his hair or the one supporting your body weight. ultimately, you let go of the one on his scalp, refusing to plummet onto the hard floor over another one of geto’s shenanigans. you feel shy beneath his intense stare, but your pussy clenching around nothing was annoying you more than motivating you.

“fuckin’ pervert,” you grumble, despite dragging your hand between your thighs. against the back of your hand, you feel the pressure of the water hitting you. the fucker had it set on one of the highest settings, simply abusing your clit for his entertainment. “ugh.”

and so, your fingers dip into your hole. you start off slow, pumping the digits in and out of your cunt, biting down on your lip to hold back your moan. you couldn’t tell if you were dripping from the shower head or because getting off in front of your roommate was doing more good than damage, but your pussy was accepting the intrusion of your digits much easier than any other time you’d tried.

“attagirl,” geto mumbles, licking his own lips wet. damn, he could hear how soaked you were over the echos of the water droplets hitting the floor. he began caressing your thigh some more, his own dick begging for attention. you were the epitome of lewdness— your body glistening and skin shimmering, the aroma of the shower filled with your body wash. whenever you’d press your fingers at a particular spot or whenever he’d play around with the settings, you’d tighten your leg around his neck.

“keep going.” geto commands, although it doesn’t seem like he needed to, as you began to lose yourself in your own pleasure. your eyes rest shut as you begin to up the tempo. goodness, he was so hard it hurt. but there was no way he would be interrupting your fun time for his own. if assisting to your needs just like so is what you need to keep that blissful expression on your face, then it’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

“pussy wetter than the damn shower. can’t lie— ‘m getting jealous over here.”

CHOSO KAMO

“too— too much!” he all but whines, fingers clawing at air as the rope binds his hands to the posts of the bed. his arms feel heavy, legs having lost feeling as he squirms pathetically, in desperate attempts to free himself from your painful touch. his stomach contracts tightly, abdominal muscles drenched in rounds of thick cum. his chest heaves as his breath stutters, “oh god— please, baby, ‘s too much.”

choso adores you, he really does. but at this moment, he can’t help but find you a cruel woman— laid on your stomach, feet kicked up and legs crossed, delicate hands twisting around his cock with a sadistic smile on your lips. you use both hands to jerk him off, working your wrists to milk him even drier than he feels.

he swears his dick is going to fall off, his toes curling as you slide a hand to focus your attention on his reddened tip. it looks like it’s on the verge of bursting, a deep shade secreting more of his arousal and dribbling down your knuckles. his body is betraying him— or rather succumbing to you. “you can do it, cho.” the sweetness in your tone, a saccharine melody, nearly has him convincing he can.

his skin feels moist— damp in a mixture of fluids, including yours, and it burns to the touch. his dark hair is surely matted to his forehead from sweat, and his pale skin is now blotchy. his mind feels foggy, can’t differentiate his first orgasm from the sixth, and his dick is starting to tingle.

he really isn’t sure he can keep doing this, but he is a weak man for you, and if you say he can then surely he can. all you have to do is bat your lashes at him and he’s caving in. lowering the hand cupping the base of his cock, you cup at his sensitive balls and roll the sack between your fingers. choso hisses at the sensitivity as his hips jerk up, an ironic way of him attempting to run from your touch.

“that’s it, baby,” you coo, blowing a gust of cold air onto his shaft before pressing a kiss. shit, you’re playing an unfair game with the praising, he thinks as his thighs clench together. you gather his cum between your fingertips as you rub the mixture at your tips, before lubricating his cock. tears stream down his cheeks as his body begins to shudder further, the more you languidly stroke him. “there you go, doin’ so good for me.”

he shakes his head, as the fire in his abdomen starts pooling again. his eyelids fall shut, drooling slipping past his parted mouth and down his chin. he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re grinning, he can feel it in the way you jerk his dick and thumb at his slit.

“w-wait,” choso stumbles on his words, head lurching upwards when he feels his shaft tingling painfully good. no, something was off. ignoring the spots invading his vision, he watches through lidded eyes as he twitches sans cesse in your tiny hands. how the fuck is his dick still attached? “s-something’s off, baby, i feel— nghh, funny. think i gotta p-pee.”

you sigh in relief, and choso’s utterly confused, “finally.” before wrapping your lips around his tip.

and before he’s able to question it, the world stops spinning. shockwaves of bliss wrack over his entire body, eyelids rolling to the back of his skull as his fists clench around itself. the posts of your bed are banging against the wall noisily. it happens so suddenly— he feels himself spurt streaks of squirt down your throat. his back arches off the bed, legs trembling as his hips buck. you’re throating his cock, nose nuzzled into the his bush of hair as you greedily swallow his juices.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck—” and his vision fades.

NANAMI KENTO

“aht aht, love,” nanami pulls away from your cunt, a thin strand of arousal connecting his lips to your lower ones. your hand tugs onto messy blonde locks, thighs quivering pathetically as your bottom lip wobbles. his breath is as cold as the melting ice cube that’s atop his tongue, gusts of a breeze that hit your warm entrance in a contrast that has your cunt clenching down on nothing. he swirls the solidified water around his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he rubs the pad of his fingertips against your puffy lips, “what’d i tell you? focus, darling.”

as one of his hands push at the back of a thigh, your other hand mimics his movements, pressing your knees to your ears. your eyes begin to water as his thumb strokes at your clit, “mmph, sorry ken,” you rasped, hips squirming as you chased the euphoric feeling. your breath hitches when you feel his thumb dip teasingly into your hole, barely pushing past that first layer before pulling out. “just feels too good, fuck,”

nanami feels his heart swelling at the look in your eyes. with your cheeks huffed, lips wet and kiss bitten, your pupils dilate as tears fill up your eyelids. you’re pouting, that look you give him whenever you try to ease your way out of disobeying him. you know it makes him soft, and under any other circumstances he would have folded—but not today. you’d pushed his buttons all day, and he was more than satisfied to put your attitude in check, “eyes on me. i won’t be repeating myself twice,”

still, his assertiveness made your insides tingle in arousal. “yes sir,” you nod your head, and he hums, pleased. he feels the cube dissolving in the warmth of his mouth and knows he has no more time to waste. he dives back right in between your legs, resting the ice cube at the tip of his tongue and places it right above your bundle of nerves.

and nanami goes to work. his lips latch onto your pussy like a starved man, working his hot tongue up and down your folds, lapping at your juices and the melting water mixture. the harder he goes, the tighter the grip on your thigh gets. the coolness of the solidified water in contrast of the hotness of his tongue has you feeling lightheaded fast. your hips push upwards as your back arches off the mattress, further inching yourself into him.

“kennn,” you feel your eyelids dropping, wanting to rest shut and allow this overwhelming sensation take over your entire being. the air in the room is thick and hot, the malaysian breeze seeping into atmosphere through cracked windows. you’re sticky and damp all over, and in a sense, the ice cube melting on your clit and dripping down your ass crack is refreshing.

his tongue spreads your folds, working in flicking motions as he feasts. goodness, nanami could never get sick of eating you out. your essence coats his tongue so powerfully that not even the ice cube could water down. your gooey cunt clamps down at his tongue, eager to keep him stuck— as if he’d ever leave his pretty wife unsatisfied. keep staring at him with those eyes and he will tongue fuck you until you see stars.

he feels his cock throbbing against the mattress of the bed, hips rocking against the covers to relieve some of the pressure. brown eyes trail up to your figure, before landing on your dazed eyes, staring at him with love. you were so easily pleased, cheeks flushed and sweat beads trickling past your hairline.

“you taste divine, baby.” he groans into your cunt, lips beginning to numb from the cold. he eagerly pushes your thighs closer to your chest, if possible, and lifts your hips off the bed. he’s a greedy man, so obsessed that enough is never enough for him. your own hands slide from your legs to grab at your ankles instead, for stability. your jaw is slackened and string of profanities flea past your tongue and into the room.

nanami kneads at your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to filth as he proceeds to delve his tongue right into you. he eats you out like he has something to prove, an overgrown stubble scratching at your lips just right. the ice cube is long forgotten, having dissolved a while ago— but his lips remain as icy as the cube, mouthing hot words right into your lower lips,

“oh baby, how are you wetter than the ice cube itself? come n’ quench my thirst— spray me in your essence.”

if anybody knows the reference to the title i will eat it from the back .

[waluigisgaybf]

legit about to print pictures out of Astarion and others so I can trace them and figure out how tf I wanna draw some of this shit better

[giannaln4]

Wet Dream

lando norris x fem reader

summary: Lando had a wet dream and he needs to take care of it.  (1.7k words)

warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, needy!lando

a/n: this might or might not be inspired solely by this picture. i'm not gonna lie, this is pure smut. i apologise in advance. also i'm sorry for the abrupt ending 😭 i never know how to finish these. anyway, please send some requests!

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The only thing that could be heard in your shared room were your moans, loud and desperate for a release. 

You were on top of Lando as he held onto your hips for dear life, his eyes closing as the overwhelming feeling of his incoming orgasm started to grow. 

“Are you close, baby?” He managed to spit out. He needed to make sure he didn’t come before you, so his thumb landed on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. Your moans were intensifying, and god, he loved the look on your face when you were about to come.

He opened his eyes and… nothing. Nothing but pure darkness. 

He looked down at his crotch, only to spot his painful cock making a tent under the blankets. His breathing was heavy, and he was sweating a lot. 

Fuck. 

He released the bedsheets he didn’t realise he was fisting and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. 

He looked next to him and spotted you there, peacefully sleeping and completely unaware of the dream he just had. 

He closed his eyes again, hoping he would be able to ignore his painful cock, but of course he couldn’t, because as soon as he closed his eyes, flashes of his wet dream and how undeniably beautiful you looked riding him came back to him. 

He took another deep breath as he opened his eyes, once again encountering the dark room. His hand was slowly sneaking down the blankets, and when he finally found his bulge, he gave it a hard squeeze for some relief. He let out an involuntary moan, not loud enough so that it would wake you up, but the room was so silent he thought it would. 

He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it in, so instead of trying to relieve himself right next to you, he knew the right thing would be to go somewhere else and not disturb your sleep. 

He got up carefully and left the bed, looking back at you, before locking himself in the bathroom. 

He sat on the closed toilet, pulling down his boxers and finally freeing his aching member. He squeezed it again, and again, and again, before he started stroking it slowly. His grip was firm, and his groans were low as he finally gave it what it so desperately needed. 

Using his spit and the pre cum leaking from his tip, his strokes got faster, and Lando rolled up his shirt and trapped it between his teeth as he looked down at his hand, his mind trying to replace it with your pretty mouth. With that image in his mind, it got harder to contain his moans. 

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You rolled over, expecting to find your boyfriend to cuddle, like you always did. Instead, all you found was an empty spot next to you. It was still warm, so you knew he hadn’t been gone for too long. 

You closed your eyes again, figuring he’d be back in just a moment, but you heard something that made you open them again. A loud breath that you thought could only mean something had happened. 

You got up immediately, worried as you made your way to the bathroom. But once you were close enough, it clicked. You finally understood what he was doing. 

You were about to turn around, go back to bed, and pretend like it never happened, figuring he needed some privacy to finish his business, but something between your legs was begging you to help him out and calm down whatever had gotten into him.

⋆｡° ✮ ⋆｡° ✮ 

He was being louder than he intended, but it felt so good he didn’t even realise. His shirt was still between his teeth and his eyes now squeezed shut as he tried to bring himself to a sweet release.

His mind was replaying his dream, echoes of both of your moans filling his ears and the vivid image of you on top of him, something he wished he could plaster in his eyelids, until he heard a knock on the door that made him stop what he was doing 

“You okay in there?” He heard you ask from the other side of the door. Shit. 

“Huh?” Was all he managed to say. 

“Can I come in?”

“No!” He was quick to reply, “I’ll be right out.”

He couldn’t help but be embarrassed, feeling like a teenage boy who was just caught getting off where he wasn’t supposed to. He was ready to just go back out and act like he wasn’t just jerking off to a dream he just had.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” You asked. You didn’t hear him say anything after that, and you instantly regretted interrupting him. Maybe that was something he needed to do alone. Maybe he needed a release but didn’t need… you. 

Those thoughts were interrupted when you heard shuffling inside, followed by footsteps that got louder as he got closer to the door. 

Lando opened it, his hair messy and his shirt wet from stuffing it in his mouth. “Yes, please,” he said with begging eyes. 

You crashed your lips into him, pulling him back to the bed. 

“I can’t believe you were doing that without me,” you said against his lips. 

“I didn’t wanna bother you.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, hands falling on your hips as he brought you closer to him. 

You moaned when you felt his hard cock against you. “And keep this from me?” You asked as you moved your hips.

He bucked his hips involuntarily, the friction feeling delicious against your wet core. You kept moving on top of him as he discarded your sleeping garments, falling somewhere on the floor. You decided to do the same for him, getting rid of his shirt and running your hands up and down his muscles.

Neither of you could control the sounds that were falling from your lips, and yours only got louder when his right hand sneaked between your almost naked bodies to find your folds. He pushed one finger inside you, pumping vigorously.

“Mhm, already so wet for me,” he mumbled against your skin, his lips travelling down your neck.

“Couldn’t help it, it sounded like you were having fun in the bathroom,” you said, and you could feel a smirk creeping on his lips.

“Well, you drive me crazy even in my dreams.”

“Is that what happened?”

He hummed in response. “You should’ve seen how pretty you looked riding me.”

“Let’s make it come true then.” You pushed him on his back and got rid of his last piece of clothing, letting you see how needy his cock was. 

You admired him for a moment, and you could see him struggling to keep his hands to himself. When you finally decided you were ready, you started crawling to get on top of him, your hands landing on his bare chest.

“Ready?” 

“I’m always ready for you.” He replies, as sweet as ever. “Fuck, you’re so wet and beautiful,” Lando said, holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable, both of your legs on either side of him. He gave your hips a hard squeeze as you got situated, just like in his dream.

You finally took his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly as you guided it to your dripping hole, a sigh of relief leaving your mouths when you sank down.

He groaned as his grip on your hips tightened when you lifted and sank back down onto him slowly.

“Feels good, baby?”

“So, so good.” His head fell back into the pillows when you rolled against him, and you couldn’t help but smile when he whimpered again. After a moment, he looked up at you. “Y/N?” He moaned your name, but it sounded more like a question.

You brushed a stray of his dark curls off his forehead. “Yeah?”

He let out another moan, his eyes falling to where you’re connected before meeting your eyes. “Faster, please.” And you listened, you began to ride him faster. “Just like that, baby,” Lando cried out.

You moaned as his dick spread you out. You began to bounce down faster and harder. Lando was losing his mind as he watched you move faster, your nails scratching down his torso. He was filling you so good he had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head every time his cock hit that sweet spot.

“Not gonna last long,” he warned you, his thumb finding your clit without even looking, although his eyes were on you the entire time, all of you, how your pussy looked as it swalowed his cock, how your boobs bounced with every roll of your hips, how your face contortioned in pleasure, and how your mouth fell open to let out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard. He didn’t dare to look away; in case he was dreaming again, he didn’t wanna miss a single detail, and let’s face it, he didn’t wanna wake up this time.

“I’m close,” you breathed out, your legs burning from riding him, but you didn’t care; you only cared about how good he felt inside you.

“Cum with me, baby.” Both his hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he planted his feet on the bed to thrust up into you and help you move faster and more aggressively, trying to push you both over your edges.

Your own hand went to rub small circles where you were missing him as your other one fell on his shoulder to hold onto something, and before you knew it, you were coming around him. Your toes curled into the sheets, and your body trembled on top of his, making you fall forward and collapse across his defined chest.

"Fuck,” he whimpered when you squeezed him repeatedly. 

Lando had to do all the work himself, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours, because your body wouldn’t and couldn’t move anymore as your orgasm racked through you. With four hard thrusts to your cunt, his load of cum shot up into your pussy and coated your slick walls.

Your bodies laid together as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand was rubbing your back, and his lips left a kiss on your temple, something he always did after you had sex.

“So, you had a sex dream?” You asked after a moment of silence. Lando chuckled at your question, kissing your shoulder softly before replying.

“And you just made it come true.”

[eunuchve]

tags: mdni, smut, dragon!morax, MONSTERFUCKING, rut/mating cycles, predator/prey, double dragon cocks, double penetration, CERVIX FUCKING, size kink, mentioning pregnancy, mating, bro has a worship kink, breeding kink hints (he's in a rut dont hold it against him) a.n: (what have i done) this is the first porn with plot I've written and I gotta say; it is damn long.... happy valentines my dears, enjoy! pairings: zhongli x afab!reader

Lord Morax is a god; but he is more than that, he is an adeptus. illuminated beast. this fact needs no introduction, everyone knows. 

so when he took leave to a remote part of liyue somewhere, unknown to even his retainers, no one dared to bat an eye. the rain has fallen heavy, the season has become damp, and the scheduled time is near; Rex Lapis will have his rut.

it didn't take long for people to figure out the reasons for his absence; not when the lord became increasingly unfocused during stately meetings a week prior or when his eyes would turn to slits with a whiff of a woman's perfume for a month’s time.

You, the lone herb picker of a local pharmacy, didn't know any better when you stumbled upon a large hollowed-out cave that wasn't supposed to be there. you are familiar with the terrains, hell, you know it like the back of your hand -- so imagine your surprise when you find a nesting dragon inside, heaving, grunting alone; its horns glowing with a bright amber before its head snapped to your directly, eyes instantly turning to slits.

at first, you stumble backwards, watching as the figure slowly but surely towers over your frame; your neck cranes to meet its molten bronze eyes. it didn't take you long to realise whose privacy you had so ungraciously barged into; your mouth dries and you dropped your basket full of violetgrass, your heart beating out of your chest before your feet finally got some sense and took running to the woods. 

'fuck fuck fuck.'

you are going to die- you are so sure you are going to die. when your feet stumble and trip over branches and air, when you can hear him gliding through the sky; undoubtedly searching for you. The sounds of his scaled body burst through the leaves of the ginkgo trees, or of his deep, rough growls that echo through the forest. With every heavy step you take, you can feel him getting closer and closer. The thrill and fear mix inside of you, your body stirs with blood coursing through you. Weirdly amid the fear you feel-- somehow excitement came into the mix; something about your life being in the mercy of a chase?

Why is he there again? Rut? So will he fuck you or will he kill you? You certainly prefer one to the other. 

Your legs continue to run, even as you trip and fall, or when you stumble upon a rock or two; searching for an exit to a nearby village or open path; but no matter how far you run you can't seem to find the correct way. Your eyes scanned all directions before your body was suddenly pinned down under a sudden force and unmoving weight.

The paws of a creature so large that it covers your entire back, its talons digging into your back. The smell of freshly dug earth and exotic spices violates your nostrils and your heart can't help but thump against your chest just a little faster. You turned your neck, finding the dragon’s face mere inches from yours; his hot breath grazing the exposed skin of your neck. 

“Please don’t kill me.” god your voice sounds so desperate; with a hint of a broken whimper- even you are embarrassed by that fact. but your god didn't seem disturbed, instead he let out a low grunt, before hissing back a reply.

"don't beg."

"...huh?"

"don't." he spat the word, seeming holding something back. "beg."

"b-but--"

he didn't let you finish, picking you up by the scruff of your neck before throwing you to his back. he flew you back somewhere, you didn't care to notice since most of the flight back you are scrambling for something to hold on to; whether it is the golden spines or his actual body.

by the time you both arrive at the entrance of the familiar cave, he has waited for you to get off his back. you inclined, of course, shakily getting a feel of the ground below, catching your breath whilst adrenaline courses through you. once you get a feel yourself, your eyes travel to him, catching his large form walking slowly to the back of the cave.

"you won't kill me?" you find yourself asking; his head then slowly turns to you before, a visible look of confusion etched on it.

"Why would I?" his deep rough voice replies. he is definitely holding something back, the way his lips parted a bit to let steam out of his mouth, the sharp teeth that are visible from them make you gulp the pooling saliva in your mouth.

"Because... cave..."

weak reasoning, you'd have to admit, but if he won't kill you then you'd have to be sure of the other possibility. "then would you fuck me?"

the look on his face deepened before his head hung low, and a soft whisper came to you for a reply. "what makes you think of that?"

"It's your- Rex Lapis it's your time of..."

embarrassed, incredibly embarrassed; that's the feeling you felt, with the heat of blood rushing to your cheek and thumping heart against your chest only enforcing the fact.

"it is time for my rut, yes," he confirmed, his gaze thrown to the floor, avoiding your figure, "but I am not one with lost senses; sleep, it is night, it will be safer to leave in the morning."

you nod weakly, shuffling your way to the walls and plopping down on the dirt before curling up. the heat in your cheeks refuses to prevail as you watch him walk back, his long tail moves with each step he takes, the tuff at the end resembling that of golden clouds.

"My lord why are you moving so far away?" you asked, instantly biting your lip the moment that question escaped your mind, realising how desperate you sounded with that pretence.

"your arousal," he states matter of factly. "you. I can smell it."

you look at him wide-eyed, your face now comparable in its heat to the sun, your lips agape.

"it's safer for you this way," he continues.

"do you not want to?" archons you are greedy aren't you. "your rut- I can.. help..."

"I doubt it." his voice is precise, he says it like it's a fact, not even letting you have a space to express your desire. "they are the size of your thigh and their length..."

"I can try." bold- now you are being too bold. the size of your thigh he said? now you can feel your ears getting heated up from the shame. your thigh now pressed together as you imagine him inside of you; a second pass and your arms no longer placed nicely on your lap, instead instinctively protecting your chest.

his gaze looms over you, his snout now only a hairsbreadth away from your neck; a long deep breath he takes is audible before he groans out a reply.

"Do not test me human," something inside of him is threatening undone, you know it, "I will breed you till your womb is full and your consciousness lost-- if that is not what you desire then stay quiet and sleep; I shall bring you the village in the morning but until then speak not of this."

you gulp, now your lips parted before you crane your neck and place a shaky kiss on his scaled cheek, the heat of his body contrasting the cold of your flesh. "... that is what I desire--"

with that your clothes are torn apart; the valuable silk you spend months of your wage on is gone and your naked skin is exposed. the cold air hardened your nipples and he took notice, his head travelling down, his long forked tongue lapping sweetly onto them, earning your strangle out a moan.

"getting aroused from a chase," he breathes out, almost teasing you; hot breath contrasts that of the cooling saliva on your perked buds, sending vibrations down your spine. "thinking you can take a dragon's cocks, wanting to be the mother of my offsprings -- what bold actions you possessed."

you let out a whine, his tongue now travelling down, ever so subtly closing down to your cunt. you pressed your thighs together; embarrassed, already feeling your arousal seeping out of you before his claws forced them wide open, earning your moan.

"you are pooling my dear," he almost chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his breath now grazing your quivering folds, unexpected whimper broken out of you.

"please?"

with that word you can feel the air snap hotter, his eyes now meeting yours; his form towering over you before he chuckle, training down kisses, his tongue now making sure you are covered in his scent.

"didn't I tell you not to beg?" his claws hold your thigh open and he took a lap of your cunt, almost smiling at your taste. "do you know why my dear?"

"n-no--"

your moans escape, feeling his tongue entering you, fucking you, stimulating your walls, not letting you escape. you arched your back, biting your lips as another whimper persisted. you feel his hand moving, now pressing his claws to your other hole, expecting you to open up; and you let him, your holes now stuffed full of him before you feel his tongue slip out of you, your whine tells him as much about what you want.

"Because if you beg..." he now moves his hands to your ankles, folding you in half and you watch helplessly, his two golden cocks decorated with geometric lines and veins on either side, one on top of the other- he does not lie, the size of those things are comparable to your thigh, its length will most likely penetrate your womb- "I will answer."

he chuckles subtly, aligning his cocks to both of your holes, its weight now pressing down on you, precum leaks out of them, lubricating you further.

"i am a god, my dear; I always answer."

with that he presses his cock head to your holes, hoping both of them will ease up. you moan his title out, causing him to snap his head to you, making him greedy.

Your little groan and hiss only help you muster up the strength to let loose, feeling your holes easing up before they let his cockheads in, making your chest heave.

he grunts against your neck; and you feel his teeth subtly tracing your shoulder, little nips that satiate his hunger, burying his head in its crook.

"Celestia." the way you feel around the tip of his cock is incomparable; the dragon finds himself clenching down his jaw, controlling his urges to slam you down to its hilt. "you are made for me my dear."

he grabs a hold of your hips, and you feel him sliding you down. you let out a low moan, your back still arched as you feel him inside of you more and more. the burn from the stretch doesn't scare you, even if you feel like you are being split in two- you only know the pleasure that waits for you not so out of reach.

not even halfway and you already feel him brushing against your cervix, your broken moan coupled with the way you rolled your hips almost makes him snap. his other cock too now deep inside of you- almost too deep; you feel the pressure against your throat, feeling his cocks twitch, almost making you jolt, your hand searching from his arm, nails now digging into his scales.

he looks at you, his parted lips letting out steam before his uneven breathing stops to let him speak. "I shall move now."

you look at him, biting your lips and nod firmly, affirming your readiness. you feel him trying to go out of you, your cunt and hole tightening around him, almost hungry before he slams into you, earning your cry of pleasure.

it persists; he goes out of you before he slips inside, messaging your walls before they tightened around him again, hungrily seeking him, your face now fucked out with pleasure, feeling him abuse your holes.

"I'm not even all the way in my dear." he almost smirks, you can see it. before you know it, you suddenly feel him picking you up, your walls being freed from his cocks, suddenly empty and you whine; letting him flip you to your stomach and holding your ass up in the air.

he marvels at the sight, seeing both of your holes gape yet clench down on nothing, it almost made him giddy.

"my beautiful follower," he mused, his claws now digging into your flesh before you feel his cocks lining up with your holes again; embarrassingly you can feel your cunt relaxing, ready to take him in once more. "will you be my mate now darling?"

"yes!" your desperation stays, you want him inside you so bad, "please Rex Lapis please!"

you didn't know what did, but you certainly awaken something in him. he brings you up in the air before slamming you down on his cocks, your walls now taking him fully, your stomach bulging out with his shape. your breath knocks out of you; you can feel him all the way in your womb, your hand can't help but trace the raised flesh, your spine almost shivering from the sensation.

"keep begging."

that sounds like an order; even your now fucked out brain knows that. so like the good follower you are you follow that order.

"Please make me your mate," you choke out, his slow rhythms that know your breath slowly but surely going faster, brushing up against all your pleasure spots, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. "please please please please I wanna- I want--"

he chuckles, the way you mewl your pleas, the way your warm flesh tightens around him; he can even feel your walls hungrily sucking him in so nicely. in his mind he is thanking Celestia; because fuck, you are a masterpiece.

"a human could die from this," he grunts out, going in and out of you with an inhuman pace, your cunt and hole loosening with his movements. "not you my dear; you are made for me."

you whine from his statement, the bludge he created only drives you to the edge, feeling something inside of you tightening, your nails digging into his scaled flesh, your face supported by his nose. "R-rex Lapis i- my-- i'm--"

"you want to cum my dear?" he almost teases you with the question, his cock brushing, bullying your g spot, making you dig your nails further, your head could only nod desperately at his question. "hold it, you could only cum when I do."

you whine out with his order, and he lets out a subtle groaning with it, chuckling at your reaction. his hand moves down, large talons brushing against your hard clit, teasing the nub; knowing exactly what it will make you do.

you wrapped your arm around his neck, his golden mane brushing against your flesh so softly; and your tug your face on them, muffling out your long moan and desperate cries.

"fuck- please lord mo- morax- r-rex lapis please- i want- i wanna- please please please-"

he kept his word, his face moving and kissing your neck, feeling you move your pelvis to fit him better, your inside hungrily brushing against his shaft. his brow knits, he feels himself almost coming undone.

"now."

with a final thrust, he fills both of your holes with white ropes of cum, you yourself arching your back, feeling your orgasm hits you harder than ever before. he hear your pants before he coils around you, closing gaps between the two of your while still being inside of you, wrapped up by your own warmth.

"i shall make the wedding preparation after the season's over," he breath out; your mind finally able to join the sentence together before you move your head, repeating the most important word again.

"wedding..."

"of course my dear," he kisses you, his snout pressed against your jaw before he tugs his head onto your collar bone. his hand travels to your stomach, rubbing the visible buldge that only grows with his cum, almost making look pregnant.

"the little ones will be coming soon."

[mejomonster]

Oh no im horribly realizing why I like Tao Ran so much (partly). The fucker is me. Only difference is maybe Tao Ran I love you but I'd never look helplessly to authority for direction and I mean that is why you're deputy Captain and not regular captain

[leneemusing]

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

[reiderwriter]

🔐 Password Protected 🔐

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Requested: "Hii Kacie, may I put in a request of a NSFW prompt? Any plotline or back story is fine I trust your talent :"> Reader's boobs/asscheeks recoill during sex turning Spencer on even more "I wish you could have my view right now" he grabs the phone to open the camera app."

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, DubCon Hidden camera, dry humping, free use, soft to hard Dom!Spencer, sub! Reader, creampie, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, implied oral sex, implied bondage, implied somno, pictures/ photos, degradation (slut, whore etc,) and pet names (Princess, sir, angel etc,), nipple play/torture, multiple orgasms.

A/N: Here's my second fic for the CM Kink Bingo 2024~♡ I'm definitely all over the board now, so who knows if I'I hit bingo this year, Imao? Anyways, I hope you enjoy~ And to my dear friend :"^ anon - thank you for your inspiring request.

Masterlist || Bingo Board

With a glorious lull in cases to close over the summer, the biggest mystery in the BAU was “What's in the locked folder on Spencer's phone?” 

The man had made the (technologically inept) mistake of leaving his new phone unlocked on his desk in a bullpen full of criminal profilers. To say you'd all descended like vultures to a fresh carcass was putting it extremely lightly.

“What apps does he have? Five dollars says there's a dictionary app,” Emily joked, leaning over Morgan's shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of the screen. You were similarly perched at his other shoulder. 

“He can probably recite the dictionary himself, and I don't think he'd know how to download apps,” you scoffed, scrolling up in the phone yourself to the app page. 

“There's got to be something good in the camera roll, right?” Morgan said, clicking into it to find some dirt on the much too innocent Spencer Reid. Which is where you'd found quaint pictures of the sky, some pages from a book and the folder. 

The one with a little lock on it signalling the boundary. Spencer had figured out how to use a locked folder - you'd be impressed if you weren't so curious about what was inside. 

“Placing bets, people? My money is on work documents,” Morgan chuckled, losing interest swiftly in the phone and pressing it into your hands. “It's not like the kid has a lot going on romantically, right?”

You kept your mouth shut as the others nodded in agreement. While Spencer Reid may not have anything romantic going on officially, he definitely had something sexual going on. You'd been in his bed five of the last six days, losing count on the amount of times he'd fucked you into oblivion, using your body as freely as he wished, cumming inside of you to finish before washing off all traces of your coupling and cuddling upto you as you slept. 

It wasn't quite a relationship, but dear god, did you never want it to end. You hadn't been so satisfied, so fulfilled (emphasis on the filled) in a long time. 

“What are you doing with my phone?” You heard Spencer question from behind you, and you turned, trying to mask your embarrassment. You really didn't want him to think you were some obsessive not-girlfriend going through his messages, and almost dropped the phone like it was a bomb when your eyes met his. 

“We were just debating what you could possibly have to hide in your gallery’s locked folder,” Emily laughed, clapping the man on the back and smiling up at him. “Help me win $20 and tell Morgan here that you made it accidentally and don't know the password.” 

“Hey, I didn't agree to any bet yet,” Morgan laughed, kicking his feet up on his desk. 

“Only because you know you're wrong.” 

They bickered just long enough to let Spencer take a step closer to you, slipping the phone easily out of your hand and back into his pocket. His voice was low, his mouth close to his ear when he finally sated your curiosity. 

“I think you may want to distract them from this topic, Y/N. I don't think you'll like it if they demand to see what kind of pictures and…videos I have in that folder.” 

His tone wasn't suggestive, but it still lit a fire in your belly with the implication alone. You'd warmed his bed for long enough to know that you were the only one sharing it, but you didn't remember him taking any pictures or videos of you. Shit, had you been so desperate that you'd completely blanked him capturing a folders worth of images of you servicing his cock? 

You took the hunt and stepped away from him, picking up a file quickly and glancing over it before turning to Emily. Distracting them with work was the only way to keep them off the scent and distract you must.

Even if it did mean you were inconvenienced with curiosity and lust for the rest of the day. 

When you finally finished work, you practically hammered down Spencer's door, trying to get answers to questions he'd left hung in the air earlier. You were a visual learner, so you dearly hoped he'd answer by simply just showing you what you'd missed. 

“Y/N,” he said, opening the door with a sweet smile, drawing you into the apartment with a slow, honeyed kiss. You felt him smile into you, his touch chaste enough around your arms to still your beating heart. You languished in the kiss as he pulled you on closer, shutting the door behind you as he opened you up to him, pulling you further under his spell than usual. 

“I'm so happy to see you,” he said once he'd pulled away, feathering his touch across your waist, settling his hands in the crook just under your breasts, stroking the bottom of them with his thumbs. You were suddenly glad the man's hands were so large, sure that this one interaction was heaven on earth. 

He almost distracted you from your purpose for coming here. 

Pulling you to the sofa in his living room, Spencer pushed back a strand of hair, hooking it behind your ear as he let you straddle him  wrapping your arms around his neck, your head falling comfortably onto his shoulder as you inhaled his scent. 

“I'm not complaining that you're here, or anything, Y/N,” he said, hands roaming your body and stroking your ass as he spoke. “But did you have something to say? You didn't message before coming.��� 

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes before looking away out of embarrassment. 

“Earlier, you…” you started, tongue going dry as he tightened his grip on your ass. He shifted slightly under you and you realized he was grinding his leg up into your clothed pussy as you spoke. 

“Yes?” 

“Your phone…the locked folder, I want to see what's inside.” 

You were sure that he knew already what you wanted before you'd even arrived, but he just smiled at you again, almost too kindly. 

“That's my private business, Y/N. Why should I let you see it?” He asked, looking good a finger under your jaw to make you look him in the eye once more. 

“I th-think… I think there are videos. Of me. I'd like to see them.” 

“Where are your manners?” 

“Please, sir,” you whispered, tipping your head forward, begging him for a kiss. “Please show me the videos.” 

He huffed out a quick laugh and gave you one last peck on the lips before he pushed you off. You sat on the floor between his legs, a position you were so used to being in by now that you wouldn't be surprised to find multiple shots of you sat like this, lips wrapped around his cock, pussy grinding on his shoes. Even the thought of such pictures had you wanting to recreate those memories, you weren't sure what a folder worth is going to do. 

Stretching over to his coffee table, Spencer picked up the discarded phone and unlocked it, flipping through some pages before looking down at you again. 

Stroking your hair, Spencer neatly arranged it before wrapping the same hand he'd been using g around your neck and pulling you gently upwards. You landed back in his lap, but he'd turned you around this time. Instead of straddling him, your back was pressed to his chest, your legs on either side of one of his. He released your neck, instead pushing his hands between your thighs so you couldn't push them together for relief - he already knew your body so well. 

“Is this what you're curious about, Y/N?” He said, finally flashing you the phone screen. The first picture was obviously taken post-sex, and you recognised his bed sheets quickly. Your face hung off the end of his bed, eyes shut as his cum painted your lips, cheeks and eyes, lips parted in a lusty moan. From the angle it was taken at, you could see your breasts swell and your hand disappear between your legs as well, stroking yourself to release.

“Shit,” you moaned, pussy clenching on nothing as it begged for relief. With a hand on your hip, Spencer started encouraging you to rock back and forward, humping his leg as he whispered in your ear. 

“You didn't know about that one because your eyes were covered in my cum. It turned me on more knowing you had no clue I was going to jack off to it later as well.” 

He scrolled to the next image, and in this one too, you seemed unaware of the camera. Your hands were tied to the headboard, and he was fucking you from behind, the shot capturing his creamy dick pulling out of you and the discarded condom on the bed beside you. 

“That was the day we learned how much more you enjoyed being filled with cum than you enjoyed condoms,” he said, scrolling to the next picture. 

“And here's your first creampie,” he said, his spare hand pushing under your shirt, fingers clamping down on one nipple as you shuddered. 

Your pace was faster now, desperately thrusting up and down his thigh. Even through your skirt and panties, you felt your wetness against his pants, knowing you'd be punished later for such unladylike behaviour. 

As if Spencer had ever wanted you to act like a lady. He knew you were a slut and he enjoyed it. 

“The next one is a video,” he said, moving his hand to your other breast and slapping it as you moaned above him. “Do you think you can handle it?” 

“Y-Yes, Sir. Please let me see it, sir.” 

“Okay, but not a fucking noise out of you. I want to hear your screams from the video.” 

You could only silently groan in reply, nodding quickly as he scrolled and pressed play. 

This one was recent, maybe one or two nights ago. You recognised the outfit you'd partially discarded, the shirt that had been ripped open. 

How had you possibly not seen the camera pointed straight at you? 

In the video, his cock was pressed into you, fucking you at a pace most would call violent  but you called heavenly. The focus wasn't on your pussy taking his cock, though, but on your boobs, recoiling and jumping with every thrust. His other hand pressed to your stomach, feeling himself sheathed there, as you moaned desperately. 

“Spen…Spen-sher,” you tripped over your tongue, slurring the words as if you'd been drugged. Your eyelids were heavy, eyes practically rolling back in your head as his hand on your stomach tightened. 

“I think I fucked your brain out, baby,” he laughed deeply, cock not relenting even one second. 

“Your tits looked so perfect,” the Spencer of the present said, pressing the phone into your hand as he grabbed each nipple and tugged them forward, leaving you gasping. 

“And you didn't even realize I was filming it all. I could've done anything to you, anything at all, and you wouldn't have cared. You'd have enjoyed it, and I'd have had the proof.” 

You were soaked now, humping deliriously against his thigh, like a puppy experiencing their first heat, desperate for this feeling to go away and for it to stay and intensify all the same. 

“You were acting so stupid. At one point, I even got you to say hello to the camera, and you didn't remember a thing an hour later.” 

Releasing one breast, he swiped one more time to the left, and you saw the beginning of another video. 

Hitting the play button, his hands returned to your chest, this time pushing up your top and bra and freely clamping down on the nipples as hard as he could. 

What intrigued you the most about this last video was the start. Unlike the pictures and the videos, you weren't in the middle of sex at the beginning of this video at all. 

You were instead laid with your back to the camera - to Spencer - a leg thrown over some unfamiliar sheets. This wasn't his bed. This wasn't yours either. 

Another minute of grinding against his leg, and you recognised the motel room from your last case. 

“Spencer, wh-” 

“Watch and see, princess.” 

The bed creaked under his weight as he climbed in behind you, removing the duvet covers from your body, replacing it with his hands. He made similarly swift work of your pajamas, only bothering to push them down to your knees before pulling out his cock and slowly pushing into you. 

If you weren't so close to another orgasm, you'd probably be shocked that Spencer had invaded your personal space and started fucking you as you slept. But that's what it meant to be his little free use slut. You allowed him access to you anywhere, anytime (including the motel room you'd given him the spare key for) and in return he dropped as many loads of his cum into your pussy as would fit there. 

Watching yourself get violated in your sleep was the last of what you needed to push over the edge. 

You grabbed Spencer's arm, gasping, and you felt him trail kisses along your neck and shoulders. 

“That's it, baby, just hold on a second while I…” he pulled the phone out of your grasp, opening yet another familiar looking app. 

You looked at the screen and found your own bare chest heaving staring back at you. He clicked the red button and forced it back into your hands as he began abusing your tits again. 

“Show the camera, Y/N. Show them how you get yourself off on my leg.” 

You complied, lifting the phone slightly to get the best view of your chest, heaving up and down as you humped his thigh into oblivion. 

Your cunt twitched and you felt fluids rushing out of you, even as your arms trembled. But you didn't let them falter  holding g up the phone to capture every second of your climax, knowing its exactly what he would want. 

“You're perfect, you know that Y/N,” he said, finally kissing the top of your head and pulling the phone out of your grasp as he saved the video into the file you'd been browsing. 

His gentleness was short-lived, though, as he pushed you off his lap and back to the floor. As you caught your breath, ass up on the floor, he took the opportunity to slip his dick out of his pants, and began stroking it up and down, inspecting your pussy with his free fingers. 

“I'll give you five seconds to get ready for the next round,” he said, and you panicked, lifting your legs off the floor. You weren't strong enough, though, or maybe you just didn't want to move. He kept counting down. 

“4….3….2…1,” you heard the predatory grin in his voice as he pushed his foot onto your head, holding your cheek to the floor with one leg. 

“As you wish then, my little slut.” He moved his foot away quickly and pushed inside of you, and your last coherent thought was of the folder again, and how long he'd make you wait to see the video you were about to shoot.