#endorphin anon

[frownyalfred]

I need you to know that thanks to your tag treadmill thoughts, I now have the image of a frustrated Bruce wayne using one of those under the desk treadmills in his office at WE trying to work something out. Because he thinks better when he's moving but he can't do his usual workout like if he was in the cave

There’s something to be said for those exercise endorphins. I’ve never thought more clearly than halfway through a good workout. I can’t count the number of times I’ve worked out problems/fic endings/tricky dialogue while on the treadmill.

With all of his conditioning and daily exercise, it must be like crack cocaine for Bruce. Like I can’t even imagine.

[coquelicoq]

I know nothing about the double but I'm enjoying your reblogs about the main couple. They seem like intense little freaks (affectionate) that surprisingly match each other and that sounds right up my alley ngl

intense little freaks. yeah i think that's accurate lol. you could say that. i had to think about it for a second because they've got nothing on princess wanning in the freak department, but yeah. they're freakin it up for sure.

[allylikethecat]

i see that literally all of us who didnt already have the medicine vinyl bought it today huh 😔

😭 I don't listen to vinyl, I don't collect vinyl, the only other vinyl I have has been gifts from people who just assume that's something I'm into based on my apparent vibe (like ok I admit IRL I do seem like the kind of person that would be into collecting vinyl... but also why would I want to do that when I can have literally any song I've ever wanted ever digitally on an external hard drive?! Also I say that now but watch me get really into vinyl in 2024 lol)

BUT I apparently lack all impulse control because seeing the Medicine vinyl still available in the store, hours after the original Tweet I saw was posted for TEN DOLLARS PLUS SHIPPING?! All common sense left my body and I had to have it because that is my SONG that is the A&E Fic song and I am emotionally attached and yep, I was ordering it before better judgement could kick in. Am I going to get judged if I frame it and hang it in my bathroom? Because weirdly my bathroom has ended up 1975 themed...

I love that we were all in the impulse purchasing together though lol we should have gotten some kind of bulk order tumblr discount 😂 Thank you for commiserating with me and I hope you have a great weekend!

❤️Ally

[lottieurl]

misty pov mistynat playlist cause i'm having such a WEEK

[httpiastri]

Hey!

I'm just on my way back from holiday and god, it was so hot 🙈 I am just not made for warm weather!

I checked twitter from time to time and silly season is definitely on a high right now lol... First of all, I am glad Daniel is back on the grid, but oh my god poor Nyck! Red bull is fucking ruthless :(

Also, it's really fascinating how apparently Lando is having discussions with every single team on the grid lol. I am not sure if I want him to stay with McLaren, he loves that team so much, but I wanna see him in a championship winning car so bad!! I am so interested to see how Hungary is going to go, even though I won't be able to watch it live. So I just hope the car stays so good (or redbull fucks up with their upgrades)

What about you? Do you have any predictions for next year's grid?

-✨

hello sweetheart, i’ve missed you!! did you have a nice holiday? 😚

same! i'm gonna try not to make this too long... i’m super happy for daniel, and it must suck to be nyck, but at the same time it’s all about the money (for the teams)… so it's not super surprising to me 🤷‍♀️ and the fact that the drivers can be replaced so easily is something that makes the sport what it is (=it's so competitive, only the absolute best of the best can have a seat) and i think that's something people have to remember. it sucks, but it's also a part of the sport... and like i've said before, it could've just as easily have been oscar (if he hadn't been the super rookie that he is 🥰) so i do really feel for nyck :((

lando!! i find it really interesting that there are so many rumors about him going around right now. personally, i would love to see him go to a better team because i really want to see what he could do in a better car. but it would also be a bit sad since he’s such a papaya boy :( but life moves on and as long as he moves to a better car, i’d be super happy for him!! i'm so excited to see the mclaren cars in hungary, i hope they stay great 😁

i'm bad with predictions lmao but i would really like to see some new rookies take place in f1 for next season. but the problem is... who would they replace?..... like i would love to see for example liam lawson or idk maybe vesti ?? but idk who would go out to make space for any of them 😭 what about you? what are your predictions & who would you like to see in the grid next year? 🥰

[slamminslamminmcgill]

all im saying is ✨Logan with a knot✨ and Wade overstimulating you bc you cant get away -🦐

shrimp anon more like shrimp COLORS bro your vision is INSANE!!!!!!

soooo idk conventional a/b/o rules and i kinda don't care so im picturing a heat cycle as once a month endeavour. and bc you're on T you're a HORNY motherfucker and you're angry and violent so it's basically whoever can get their hands on you or knot in you first will take care of you. then as long as you get bred at least once you're fine. then you calm down and it's big aftercare hours bc your post-heat clarity endorphins are going CRAZY

now since your heat only comes once a month, wade treats it as a special occasion. and it wouldn't be fair of him to do the honors EVERY month, now would it?

so even though he's home with you, and logan's not, and won't be for a while, wade wilson will refuse to fuck you. it's not his turn. he did it last month.

and your heat is MISERABLE. imagine the worst period cramp you ever had, combined with hot flashes, searing rage, and it gives your cunt the sensitivity of a fucking bear trap. you'll clamp down on anything that touches you.

so no matter how much you suffer. no matter if you scream, cry, beg, grovel, bite, or commit acts of gratuitous violence against him.

he will hold out.

he will hold out until logan gets home and finds you naked, cuffed to the bed by your hands and ankles, a chewy ball-gag in your mouth getting crushed by your gritting teeth, and wade's holding a wand vibrator to your cunt.

he waves gayly at logan, "hey pinkie pie, merry christmas! wanna come open your gift?"

"jesus christ, are you fucking torturing him?! the hell is wrong with you?!"

"with ME?! where's your holiday spirit?"

logan just stares at him blankly, puzzled by what this psychotic dipshit could possibly be talking about. in response, and in the spirit of the season, wade sings him a song.

"🎼it's the mooost wonderful tiiiiime, of the mooonth~!🎵"

now he gets it.

"oh... okay. so then why did you tie him down like that?"

"well, we had a little INCIDENT earlier..."

--

you had managed to grab one of wade's guns and shot him in the chest

"OW!!! you RESOURCEFUL little shit!!! GRRR, oh~ mysweetboybabydarling i'msoproudofyou, butnoi'mnot, BAD BOY!!!"

--

"no, i mean why didn't you take care of him your-fucking-self, wilson? you really gotta make this my problem as soon as i walk in the fuckin' door?"

"your PROBLEM?! i hand you some prime-time, limited-edition, hot and bothered, ripe for the breeding, tranny boy BUSSY on a silver platter, and that's somehow NOT where your dick wants to spend its evening? am i hearing that right? please tell me i'm not. please tell me you're not this stupid, pookie bear."

instead of arguing back, logan goes quiet. he's thinking. and then, he laughs. that low, husky laugh that you have when you're marveling at the nerve of whatever dumb motherfucker is talking to you. or maybe, when that dumb motherfucker is making a point.

"heh... y'know what? fine." logan angrily strips his clothes off, one by one. his tanktop, "you want me to be the one to knot him? huh?" his belt, his jeans "can't do anything yourself, can ya?" and lastly, his boxers. then he grabs his cock and shakes it at wade.

"so then get me hard, you faggot." he clicks his tongue twice. "c'mon."

wade throws himself at logan's knees and gives him that gawkgawk4000turbotyphoon treatment to get him up. logan sighs in relaxation, grateful that wade was putting his mouth to such better use. once his eyes flutter open, he nods at you, finally giving you even a modicum of attention while you're under intense distress, and he merely waves at you nonchalantly, like how a pedestrian does to a car that lets him cross.

"hang tight, bub. be with ya in a second."

wade works him over until his knot is just barely starting to swell. he then takes his fattened cock and slaps wade across the face with it.

"take his chains off."

"hm... are you sure you want me to do that, princess? he's feisty, y'know. might get yourself bit, if you're not careful."

logan slaps wade again, but this time it's a bitchslap, using the back of his hand. and his claws.

"take. his fucking. chains off."

"mmm, right AWAY, your majesty~!"

[ivysangel]

pilates princess gf and gym bro Jason Todd, I'm begging.

him getting home after his daily gym workout and seeing his beautiful girlfriend doing a pilates mat session in their living room, wearing pink leggings and a white crop top. and Jason getting turned in by one of the poses she made, so he just fucks her there, praising and teasing her, making her mat a whole dirty mess with their body fluids.

I'm bad at making requests, sorrywnsbns

can I be "🐚" anon?

ooooooooooooo my goddddddddd i'm sick. this sat in my inbox for ages but trust, i have been thinking about it. side note, i don't workout so idk if any of this lingo is right and i don't care enough to check. gym bros get nothing from me.

i hate gym bros so bad, i'm actively praying on the downfall of them (pilates princess' have my heart tho), but i think he'd be the type to throw some headphones on and do his workout alone, interacting very minimally with people but when he does, it's very polite.

he's everybody's gym crush and doesn't say no when girls ask him to spot them because, of course, he's not gonna risk anyone getting hurt, especially when he knows it won't lead to anything. and trust, it never does. some flirt and bat their eyes, a lot just tap on their friends and try to secretly signal for them to look. he's sure he's the topic of someone's private story. but none of it matters at all because he's got you at home.

sometimes, the rush of endorphins he gets after a workout gives him more energy than he knows what to do with, and not even a few extra reps is enough to tire him out. so when he gets home and sees you doing bicycle kicks, leggings hugging the curve of your ass, he's got the bright idea to use the rest of his energy on you.

bam. now he's fucking you doggy style.

leggings pulled down just under your cheeks because he likes the way they look around your thighs, and the workout you were following paused on the screen. he's hunched over, kissing his way down your spine, telling you how much he loves you and how much he needed this. he promises he'll make it up for you, promises he's sorry for interrupting your workout. but he swears up and down, in between praises, that this is a good alternative because you're both burning energy and getting off.

[drdemonprince]

the porn addiction anon made me think to ask, do you have an opinion on viewing self-harm behaviors as an addiction?

i personally have found it to be a helpful way of looking at my relationship with it and fairly accurate to my experience with urges and tolerances etc, and i don't personally care whether it's ever officially considered an addiction or not, but i am curious about the conversation about it and your opinion if you have one.

thank you for reading this and if you respond, thank you for your response!

I think that the 'addiction' frame for self-harm can make the most sense if you're personally on board with a goal of abstinence -- but I would still caution against it somewhat, as research generallly suggests that when a person views a behavior pattern as being caused by an 'addiction' they are less likely to feel that they have agency over it, and are more likely to experience shame when they experience relapses.

What I find most appealing and helpful in understanding self-harm, both for myself and others, is to appreciate the multiple needs that the self-harm typically satisfies. This can be things like providing an endorphin rush, distracting from a disturbing situation, a physical outlet for emotional pain, a means of conveying to others that you are suffering, a source of stimulation, a means of grounding oneself within one's body, an intense enough sensation to shock you out of dissociation, a way to burn off excess energy, an acceptable outlet for one's anger, a way to take control over one's own body, a means of accessing privacy, a means of expressing a meltdown or any number of other things.

When we can see that self-harm is beneficial and sensible in several key ways, it's easier to view it as just one option among many for meeting a person's needs -- and sometimes it might be the best option! Appreciating what self-harm meaningfully does for us allows us to make clearer decisions about what is lacking or painful for us in life at the moment, and minimizing the unwanted damage caused by it. This framing also centers the self-harming person as having the authority to determine what is best for their own life, even while honoring that they might require support getting their needs satisfied.

For example, I used to look down on my excessive exercise habit as solely an eating disorder symptom, one that I was "addicted" to and shamefully couldn't shake. But any time I tried to force myself to not exercise the way I wanted to, I felt cranky, pent up, resentful, stressed, and was actually prone to more damaging forms of self-harm.

It was only after reading more about harm reductionist approaches to eating disorders that I figured out that the long walks I love to go on are not *only* a means of purging, though that is how they began -- they also provide me a needed energy valve, a space to meditate and daydream, an excuse to get away from people when I'm feeling trapped, and a daily obligation that for many years prevented me from overworking, because it consumed up so much time in my day.

I was most prone to long, long, longgg walks that bordered on physically damaging when I was trapped in a house that was not emotionally safe to me, completely overwhelmed with stress due to school and work, and unaware of the sensory and energy-expenditure needs related to my neurodivergence. Now that I'm in a better situation, I still need to exercise almost every day to keep my anxiety and rage even somewhat at bay, but I don't need to do it for *hours*, and I'm making my body stronger rather than weakening myself. I have other ways of addressing my sensory needs, seeking privacy, finding stimulation, and so on. Compared to others I can still seem a bit compulsively physical, exercising even when I am sick, and when I can't work exercise into my daily schedule I do get fucking irate -- but really, what's the problem? It doesn't really qualify as self-harm anymore.

The same logic works on most of the other forms of self-harm I have exhibited, too, from seeking out abusive relationships to reading transphobic hate forums. I did those things because I was completely emotionally blunted, depressed, isolated, and craving stimuli that reinforced my existing self-hatred. And those forms of self-harm intellectually engaged me, filled me with excitement, and shocked my system in ways both good and bad. I'm glad I don't do that shit anymore mostly, but it didn't get better because I realized I was "addicted" to self-harming or anything like that. I had to work on addressing the unmet need.

I hope that others who view self-harming differently will sound off in the notes, because I do think the forms my self-harm has taken are significantly different from things like cutting, burning, etc, and what works for me won't work for everybody else. For the most part I have only physically struck myself when I'm in the midst of a meltdown, so that form of self-injury hardly even ranks as "self harm" to me because it's not really intentional.

[naomiarai]

Conscious – cbg.

Synopsis : Your best friend's idea for trying to help you stay awake for your finals might be a bit twisted right?

Pairing : beomgyu × afab!reader [non idol au]

Wc : 1.6k

Warnings : dom! gyu, sub!reader, praise, pet names (princess, angel, pretty girl), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie.

Disclaimer : the lovely anon who sent an drabble on this. it got deleted, but I decided to write a fic on it. [I wrote this in one sitting while I was drunk so..]

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Finals week was up tight for you. You swore you'd fail if you don't stay up all night studying. Hell that's not seeming to work

Luckily, you had someone to pent up with your version of opposite-insomnia. Beomgyu is annoying, but you still want him around. He's probably the only one keeping you sane when you keep falling asleep instead of racing your eyes on words.

You've managed the ones you couldn't avoid and here you are with the last one. Beomgyu seems careless today. He's sprawled up over your living room couch, his legs crossing over yours. Laptop situated on your lap, your eyes kept closing, only something that touched you lightly jolted you awake.

You scream out in frustration, muttering numerous curse words to yourself. Beomgyu jolts up, wide-eyed. A frown forming on his face.

“Your opera made me lose my game!” he says with an annoying tone. “Gyu, that's the least of my worries right now, I keep fucking falling asleep.” you reply back, clenching your teeth. “Don't disrespect your elders now” he says with a grin on his face. Beomgyu was a year older than you, but that doesn't give him a pass to act so entitled to his age when you act up.

“Nothing's working. I stopped taking melatonin, and all tube lights are turned on” you admit in a low voice. “ I don't get how you fall asleep that easy now. You had insomnia level 100 when you were little” he says in a wondering tone. You groan at him, wishing it were the complete opposite now.

"You know, I heard endorphins can keep you awake” he blurts out randomly. You turn your head towards him, with a small frown on your face. "Endorphins?” you ask. “Yeah, they keep some people awake”. Why did he sound so suspicious? “They're found in chocolate, laughing, listening to music...sex..”

You choked on air as you heard his last word. Sex? Now that's a fact. You haven't had sex in quite some time now...

Beomgyu looks at your bewildered face and scoffs. “What? It's true” he says. He thinks for a split second before he asks “Speaking of sex, when was your last time?” How did he sound so casual? "W-..why are you even asking?, i had two boyfriends in the past soo..” you randomly cut of, going into thought.

“Right, the first guy, who was it? Ah- Jaehoon! An asshole if you ask me” he sounded annoyed saying it even though it didn't look like it. You could tell. But why? “second..was Sunghyun? I didn't like him either” he says as he puts his fingers underneath his chin.

“Why the fuck are you going over my history of boyfriends? ” you ask. Also, he sounded weird talking about Sunghyun as well. He replies after a pause, “Which one actually made you cum?” you froze at his words. Does he actually know what he's saying? “Beomgyu!” you scream, “Why would you even ask?!”

“Oh, so none of them did?” he asks curiously. “Nevermind, ________ just tell me”. You think on his words, the only thing you never told Beomgyu was about your sex life. It's not like he asked anyway. "I-..I've had sex like twice...?” you mumble. He looked puzzled, “Don't tell you've only that two times of sex in only one relationship that lasted like, two and half years..? He got his answer, just because you didn't say anything.

He scoffs out laughing, “Did you cum at least?” he asks with a sigh. You pause for sometime.. was it really that embarrassing? “N-no”. You get back to your senses, getting angrier by the second. “But what does that have to do with me falling asleep?” you retort. “Absolutely nothing!”.

He has that shit-eating grin on his face. God, you just want to wipe it off with a kiss. Wait. What were you thinking? No.

“I'm just saying you know, it works like this, you overwork and start falling asleep too easy then I tell you that sex produces endorphins and they help you stay awake, anddd, he adds, dragging the d sound, you haven't had proper sex”

You roll your eyes at his explanation like it didn't mean anything. It doesn't. ”You're acting like I could go get dick just because I keep falling asleep” you reply back. “It's not like I have a boyfriend now, Gyu” you add on.

“But I'm right here”. He says ever so slowly. You're taken aback, frozen still in your place. “What the fuck are you even saying?” you say, almost whispering. His face and tone remain nonchalant, contradictory to yours. “You say you have no boyfriends, right?, and I'm probably the only guy you talk to”

Should you say yes? It's once and he'll probably never ask again. And he's kind of cute. You'd date him. But you would never tell him this. No, but you did get braver at the moment.

“Is this your excuse at asking if you could fuck me?” you ask calming yourself down with a laugh laced in your voice. He seems to take your presence in for a moment. “Did it work?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“If you want it to” you say quickly before you could do anymore pausing. His grin grows bigger; he slides the laptop off your lap and places it on the transparent coffee table with a soft thud. Connecting his lips with yours, you moan into the kiss at the sudden feeling. His arms wrap around your waist as you sit straight up. “Strawberry?” he asks tasting your chapstick. You simply nod, cupping his cheeks to resume the kiss. “Woah, looks who's actually eager here” he laughs.

He picks you up without breaking the kiss, having your legs on his both his sides. You break the kiss saying, “Not on the bed, I don't have new sheets ready” He chuckles at your prediction. “Who said it had to be on the bed?” He sits back down, with you still straddling his lap. His hands slip underneath your shirt, cold hands caressing your warm body. “I didn't expect you to agree so easily” he asks continuing to kiss your neck. “W-...well you did something about those endorphins...” you whisper. He laughs at you, quite obvious he hadn't bought it.

You sit up straight on his lap for a second, thinking. “But won't we make a mess on the couch?” you ask expendentaly. “If you let me go inside..?” he asks with a smirk. You slap his chest multiple times, his idea has some structural value to not making a mess but won't it.... leak out? God, no you should never think dirty. At least you won't have to change the bed sheets.

He claims your lips again in passionate kiss, hands going down to remove your sweatpants. Your left in a crop top and panties. What a sight. He breaks the kiss to lay you down on the couch. “I'll make you cum, astonishing you never have after you had sex twice” he says dramatically. You roll your eyes at him, to which he scoffed at in a high pitched voice. “Just wait, I'll make you roll your eyes for a valid reason” he says before undoing his belt and discarding his jeans and boxers.

You tried to look away. He had a pretty dick. But will it even fit? “Don't look away at the man who's going to fuck you now” he says playfully, hovering above you. You stare at him for a couple seconds, taking in his features. He moves your panties to the side, taking a look at your glistening pussy. “Need to prep you, angel” he says. Taking his fingers closer, he slips in a finger, extremely tight unsurprisingly. “You groan at the sudden feeling, he adds another finger stretching your walls out, you feel pleasure slowly forming from the slight pain. He continue s to stretch you out, with you letting out loud moans form time to time. He retrieves his fingers back just when you're legs shook. You look at him confused.

“I'm only having you cum on my cock” he says before slipping his hands underneath your shirt and removing your bra. He starts to play with your hardened nipples with slick covered fingers, to which you would scold him for, but it felt too good.

He pulls his hands back, spreading your legs open and removing your panties whole. “Ready princess?” he asks softly to which you nod slowly. He enters you with ease,, still going slowly. You feel so so full. He groans out loud, he mutters a 'so tight' before slowly thrusting in and out. “Mmnh–ngh fuck–” you moan out, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit, making your roll your eyes back. His pace gets faster, so as his grunts and your moans. “Shit–pretty–you feel s-so good” he grunts. The sound of skin slapping against skin takes over your senses, raw pleasure filling you. “Don't stop! nngh– so s-so good!”

The wet and lewd sounds of his dick going in and out get louder, as he slowed down, dick starting to twitch slightly inside of you. You felt a firework inside your stomach, like a coil so desperate to burst. You think you're about to cum. “G-gyu, think I'm gonna cum fuck—!” you moan. “Yeah? cum for me princess, g-good girl aren't you? cream all over my cock-!” You feel his cockhead slowly hitbyour cervix with each slow thrust as you feel the coil in your stomach collapse, coming all over his cock.

He came after you, filling you up, and it leaked out onto the couch. “That was great” he blurts out tired. You slowly recover form your orgasm, getting back to your senses. “Is this going to be a one time thing or—” You're cut off with a kiss, him saying “Absolutely not. I'm keeping you angel” you simply smile at him.

“But gyu didn't you tell sex kind of helps you stay awake, I really don't think that's for me..?” He takes in your words, “It is for some people...” he says before his eyes light up with a grin plastered on hif face. “So round two?”

[afreakingdork]

Writing Request: Reader x Donnie's V-Card 💜

Hey, guess what?! I do these anonymously too!

This one goes out to a lovely anon! Thank you for your support!

From now until the poll closes if you can prove to me that you voted hassan/mikey in this poll then I will write any short 100-400 word request like below or draw you a doodle of your chosing!

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Under the cut for spice, but it's not explicit!

Donnie had meant to do this so sweetly. He had a plan. He was going to do exactly what you were supposed to. Despite his proclivity otherwise, he was going to lay out rose petals. He was going to set the mood with lighting that made up for that garish red and avoided the danger and smell of scented candles. He had four different playlists prepared and an algorithm ready to switch based on what tempo best suited the night. He had a multitude of condoms in their different texture and make-ups because there should be a choice and he definitely didn't get overwhelmed looking at the yokai selection. he had lubes of the same, but that had thankfully been an easier choice.

So why were you sinking down his length in the bathroom while he sat on the toilet of all things?

Family.

He wasn't thinking of them.

Friends.

They were the furthest things on his mind.

What wasn't was the start of this intimacy. The romantic plan had gone as discussed. You were both ready to take the next step. You inaugurated the evening with a date. There was light dinner that was walked off in cozy arm and arm. There were the lights of the city and a few breath taking jumps to get your heart rate elevated. Though he had taken you to see the city from above, there was a new connotation as New York sparkled in your eyes.

The moment you turned to share the sight with him, you saw his vision and that was it.

You kissed.

It grew a little hotter.

You whispered against him to take you home.

it was another shot of adrenaline as he carried you straight down the closest underground entrance that led to the lair. You whimpered in his arms as he shot you amorous looks throughout. You mewling thing were all the more ready and he equally so even if there was a certain clamminess to his hands.

You got to his room.

He locked up the door tight.

The roses.

The light.

The playlist.

The assortment of choice.

You were thankful in your saunter and plied him with kisses. It made all the agonizing and embarrassing preparation worth it. Those cheek pecks once again drew heat from his core. His heart swelled. It was his turn for the flood of endorphins and you steering the pair of you to bed was your confirmation that you were game. You wanted him. You chose him.

What sweet validation.

As you teetered on the bed, it began. First Leo, who portalled straight in because only the lab had that kind of anti-mystic protection. You squeaked knowing your misdeed, but to the outsider, you looked like you were doing nothing more than making out. Donnie raged at the interruption, but Leo brushed him off saying he needed back-up in dinner choice. Donnie oh, so kindly reminded him that he had already ate and the date was long logged in the family calendar. Leo not so hopelessly stared at him and second guessed the decision before he was run out. Donnie was left fuming at the door as he added a 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign.

"It's alright."

Your voice was sweet nectar.

It beckoned and soothed.

He floated back to you and never reached your lips when the pounding came.

Michelangelo in a tizzy because he'd dropped his ant farm. His latest hobby and the colony has somehow unionized. He spoke of how they were taking over the room with domain expansion ready for the kitchen provision and Donnie screamed over his shoulder for Mikey's to just ready for once in his life. There was a popped syllable and bashful apology before the air hung heavy. The littlest made his review of the three words as loud as possible before he cited comparatively non-nonchalant apologies and annouced to Raph that they were going to war as peace talks fell through.

The oldest brother groaned somewhere not too far away.

A little close for comfort as you shudder where you were beneath your boyfriend.

"I'm starting to realize the others are... right there..."

The first signs of uncertainty flared in his mind, but he could fix this. He enacted sound proofing. He set his entire room to do not disturb. This measure was typically saved for crashing on particularly hard nights, but it was worth it. This was his fault for not remembering how tenacious his family was. He was the one making the best nest for you and his folly had been in placement. Once again secure, you reviewed his preparations with some meter of affection.

There was still a chance.

A kiss.

Shy and sweet that simmered as the burner was on. The heat percolated in bubbling pops of lips leaving for air and little soft moans. They lead further down with your hands shaping his plastron and his at your sensitive sides. Down until your back hit the bed and you pulled him with. His knee slotted between your legs and your heads dipped to share a little more than oxygen.

"PURPLE!"

Splinter's voice was a bucket of ice water in some old time challenge and Donnie could only turn his head before all his carefully constructed provisions were broken through in a second. Mystic prison hadn't been able to hold his father; the man was too powerful for his own lazy right. Especially when he demanded his remote be fixed after the ant army had taken its batteries to power their remote controlled tanks.

Donnie was starting to think he may have to help that endeavor as he marched over to get his dad two triple A's.

You.

You with your kindness.

You with your patience for him.

You talked to his father in the meantime.

Yes, the date was wonderful.

Me and Donnie were planning to spend more time together tonight.

No, we won't be eating dinner with you.

I hope you get the clam chowder you're craving.

When Donnie returned, you looked a little to comfortable on his bed. No longer were you ready to be splayed, but you were sat ready on the edge. A sight of someone in the midst of changed plans, Donnie relegated the union of your love to another night. You would go now and have at it on the battlefield before your war torn bodies enjoyed whatever dinner option Leo presumably wanted instead.

That would be nice.

Be it laying beside you with a sheen of sweat from coupling or conflict, you would look just as radiant.

You finally stood, your face determined, and took his hand to go.

He was putty in your fingertips and only sort of noticed your detour to his table of choice.

Then you were in the hallway where the distant sounds of the fray leaked out.

You didn't go that way.

You turned, presumably ready to get suited up in his lab.

You led him right into the bathroom.

He had been stunned, but you continued to move him.

The door locked.

You worked his fly.

He took a cold seat with a bare thighs on porcelain.

You stripped only the necessary bottom layers.

You prepared yourself.

You prepared him.

Back at where his mind had left him, you had descended upon him with little force. Only the angle was a tricky one, but you were certainly managing. A slow up and down that spread your love out from its fluttering wing beats in his heart to between his legs. The steadily increasing moisture of the right whipping filled the air before you caught him. You shared his distraction with a hopeless smile. You accepted him in all parts, family included and you were his beating heart. It was his pleasure to watch your reassurance slip into little breathy moans and he left behind his place as bystander. In one twitch of his thighs and his hands to your hips, his angle improved and you draped over him to share in the sweetness.

The story for old would include the bed.

it would include the petals.

The gorgeous lit neon.

Playlist number three.

You had full say in the memory he'd print, but this, you framed with the shower curtain in the background, working yourself as hard as you could for him, whispering his name like a plea and your salvation, that part he would leave in for your future generations and he leaned in to make sure you'd agree to it the same way.

[headphones-lifeform]

Tumblr in the Star Trek universe part 3

[Parts 1 and 2]

[Now featuring OC cameo.]

🐾beanboi459 Follow

somene brought their pet(?) on board the starship i'm on and. thats the yippee creature. legit just the yippee creature.

🐾beanboi459

turns out it's actually called a moopsy or smth? still the yippee creature in my heart :') yall would love it

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hopital

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🏴‍☠️crimedirective Follow

so. um. remember that starfleet-captain-confessions post from last week with the betazoid anon who got migrains because of the romantic tension between two of the senior officers?

turns out that was my captain. theyre a tumblrina.

brb gonna purge this account real quick

#at least im not one of the senior officers involved? #somehow i dont think my commanding officer is gonna approve of my username #cd shut up

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there is more than one way to be Klingon! not everyone is a warrior, and that's okay!

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as a Klingon librarian I needed to hear this today <3 Qapla'!

#kahless reblogs

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would you still love me if I was a tribble?

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is this anything?

#this is a reference to a 20th century human song #probably a bit too niche #tribbles #tribble tw #total eclipse of the heart #bonnie tyler #human music #human culture #strawberry-sehlat silly post

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my Data Soong x Reader fic is now available as a holodeck program! You can find the code on my blog <3

#thanks programmer friends #cringe culture is dead #data soong #data soong rpf #reader insert #holodeck program

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I know that one tumblr user rambling can't fix anything and that this is not nearly enough compensation, but I need to apologise to any Bajorans who see this on behalf of the cardassian empire (we are the worst)

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So I checked OP's bio and they are a teenager.

OP, you were clearly not involved in the occupation of Bajor. You shouldn't feel like you have to take the blame for it.

It'll be very hard to find a power that doesn't have a history of atrocities. I mean, look at Earth.

#my bajoran friend helped me phrase this #everybody say thank you to them #politics

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[gooppoo]

i know you have a lot in your plate but neteyam kissing reader for the first time while fucking her?? he’s not a kissing guy but my man folded for reader lmfao (write it when your request will be open if you’d like to!”

– 🍤 anon

awe dis is so cute <3

Just a kiss.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: p in v, kissing duh, Neteyam kinda just being a cutie pie ig and agedup!Neteyam ofc

The whole point of missionary is to see each others faces.

You're supposed to hold each other, cuddle, get tangled up in each others limbs.

Kiss.

Usually kissing is synonymous (sometimes required) in order for the deed to be done, but Neteyam had proved otherwise. He wasn't big on the idea of kissing, in fact you two had never kissed. This might usually deter people, but there was an odd charm about it.

Saving your first kiss for something super special. Besides him literally being inside of you, a kiss was incredibly intimate. But you didn't always need to kiss to be intimate. Neteyam knew how to get your tail flicking and you steamy just with a few touches. He'd always tease the idea of a kiss, and somehow that frustration would manifest into desire which opened your flood gates for him. With his magic fingers he'd have you cumming once, and with his dick, cumming twice...sometimes three times.

But never a kiss.

Sometimes you'd want to kiss him after a long session, just because you were overflowing with endorphins and wanted to find another way to express your appreciation. But you held back, respecting Neteyam and you in a way - because you knew when the time came it would be amazing.

So you're in that position now. It started with you and Neteyam doing your duties around the clan, and when he finished up he came by to watch you until you were done. You were preparing food for some of the children and elderly you looked after when Neteyam snuck up behind you and danced his fingers around the front of your torso. His tail tickled your thigh and he hummed in the crook of your neck. Sweetly, he swayed you back and forth, even beginning to hum a song...

then you felt him against your ass.

He must've been pent up all day. So you teased him by moving your hips against his, offering him a pathetic amount of friction. He sighed into your shoulder.

"What's going on back there?" You murmured, continuing to prepare food.

His warm breath and sultry lips found your ear, "I have been thinking about you all day. I think about the noises you make and I get hot. Let me make you feel good."

Not long after that you had your duties fulfilled, we're back at your shared space, and had Neteyam pressing inside of you. The fill was familiar but still as toe curling as the first time.

One hand cradled your head, the other slotted under your arm and keeping him from releasing all his weight onto you. Your legs were on his hips, fingers in his hair or tickling his face. Neteyam had set a loving pace with a wonderful angle so he could hear you gasp and whine. Even his pelvis ground against your clit, hitting all the marks.

Like clockwork, your sweat began to mix and your legs and arms began to shift to find a better way to just be closer and to feel each other better. With the little prep you had, Neteyam had unintentionally trained you to be lustful for him at the feel of his fingers, or the embarrassing imprint of him on your backside. As fun as foreplay could be, sometimes diving in really added a level of intensity you both enjoyed.

With your climax's on the horizon, Neteyam pulled away from your sweat clad torso to view you in all your glory. A few strands of hair framing your face, eyes half lidded and loving, lips parted for your genuine moans to slip out.

And though these were individual things Neteyam loved to see while he was drilling into you, everything combined to create a gorgeous being that he was over the moon for.

You were beautiful.

Even when your back arched and your jaw dropped you were just fantastic. It was like this every time. And every time he wanted to kiss you, but for a reason unknown, it didn't pique his interest. The intentions were there, but following through was daunting.

He had denied you long enough.

With you clenching around him and wriggling through your orgasm, Neteyam caught your attention with his hand cupping your cheek and leaned down.

For a second he hovered, your eye lashes kissing more than your lips. Your noses bumped against each other's cheeks. Even your nipples grazed his chest. It was when Neteyam finished inside of you, he let that gap close, you joining the effort.

Your lips slotted together so well, so affectionately. He hummed and you purred, both of you seeing shooting stars behind your eyes. There was an extra heartbeat in Neteyam's chest.

Your mate loved fucking you, he really did. But this new combination of the delicacy of a kiss mixed with the roughness happening below your loincloths was something to behold. With you, no less.

While there were fireworks, there was also a deep sense of home. He now new there was no reason to be afraid, and there never was. He was glad he reserved this moment because it sealed his enamor for you in a number of ways.

After realizing breathing was a necessary function, you both momentarily gasped for air. Immediately, your gazes met and observed the fluctuation in your pupils. You swore you saw little hearts twinkling about. All you could do was smile and pull him back in for another one. What else was there to do but soak up this moment?

And when Neteyam's lips collided with yours, the fireworks erupted again! And again, and again. Even when you two had cleaned up and called it an evening, Neteyam wanted to swoop in and kiss you, it was his way of saying, "I love you."

[freeuselandonorris]

↻FLIP FLOP: like milk from a baby, any scene - writer's pick

anon and kee @vroombeams thank you so much for requesting this 🙏

full disclosure i am in the very feral (like, even by my standards) bit of pms, and i wrote this all in one go while listening to rippin kittin on repeat. mmm cronenbergian monster sex

cw for oviposition i guess?

He tries not to think about it too much, usually. The aftermath. Everything he’s put inside Oscar, and what he might do with it afterwards. Get rid of it, he guesses. No different to how Oscar might nut inside some girl, tie off the condom and flush it down the toilet.

It feels obscene, watching one of his eggs slide free of Oscar’s body, right there in front of him. Profane in the same way it would feel to see Oscar’s organs, something that should be hidden away being exposed right there for him to look at.

Oscar’s stomach looks like it hurts. It’s swollen from hipbone to hipbone, his cock bouncing up stiff against the curve of it. Lando’s not hurting anymore. He feels like he always does afterwards, boneless and tired, limbs warm with a wrung-out kind of pleasure. 

His ovi twitches as he watches Oscar’s hole stretch itself open around the milky translucence of another egg. It’s the same colour as the boundaries to Oscar’s body, slick and pink. 

The egg slides from him, landing on the ruined towel. Oscar’s still stretched open, dripping Lando’s fluids. Lando’s still dripping, he can feel it running down his thigh. It’s never usually like this. He wants to rub the tip, the sensitive spot just inside that he’s never mentioned to Oscar. Oscar probably doesn’t even know he can come like that, probably thinks it’s just a once-a-month deal.

Oscar’s hole flexes, opening and closing like a tiny toothless mouth. His insides briefly visible, then hidden again. 

Lando reaches out before he can think better of it. He only means to touch, but Oscar’s so soft and wet and open his first two fingers slide straight in. With the tips of his fingers, still over-sensitive, he can feel something smooth and gelatinous. His eggs, nestled and warm. 

Too late, he registers the shocked jolt of Oscar’s body. 

“Sorry,” Lando says hastily, sliding his fingers free. He can’t quite bring himself to move away entirely, ends up leaving them awkwardly hovering, smearing slick across the seam of him. “I just – you’re full of me.”

His throat threatens to close up as he says it. Stupid. He should never have asked Oscar to do it. He should have stuck to the device they’d given him at the hospital when he’d turned 13, the embarrassing fleshlight with a thin plastic sac attached at one end, coloured cloudy grey like it was embarrassed too. At least that hadn’t made him feel like this. He didn’t feel anything much about it at all, then, other than relief it was over.

He should shut up, he knows, but his mouth is working without his permission now. It goes like this, sometimes. Endorphins, or something. Riding the wave of the emptiness, feeling cleansed and fresh. 

“I wanna feel it,” Lando’s mouth says for him. Voice barely audible, but not so quiet Oscar can’t hear. “Can I?” 

Oscar doesn’t reply. Doesn’t take his hand away from his face. But in hesitating, jerky movements, he widens his knees, exposing himself fully. 

Lando makes a desperate, low sound. His salivary glands are working overtime; he feels like he might start drooling, everything tasting metallic. Beneath the skin of his back, he feels the articulated plates of his spine ripple, pushing against the skin. 

He pushes his fingers back into Oscar’s body, rubbing the weeping tip of his ovi with the fingertips of his free hand, trying to ease the pressure. 

When he twists his wrist, he can feel his eggs moving against each other, slipping easily, conforming to the shape they’re given. Lando stretches his fingers until they ache, transfixed by the way Oscar’s body accommodates him like it welcomes his presence. 

The eggs, no longer held tight by Oscar’s body, slide past him. One slithers down into the vee of his fingers, nudging into the skin there. The fine hairs on Lando’s arms prickle. 

He moves, just slightly, and he can see the egg now. He takes his other hand away from himself, the fingers shining and smelling of salt. Holds his palm beneath Oscar and lets the egg drop into it. 

He’s never really looked at them properly. The strange texture of their membrane, smooth-rough like the skin of a peach beneath the coating of his slick. The odd vein-like structures beneath it, the murky shapes within. There’s weird shit online, he knows; people bursting them, getting off on it. It’s always made him feel sick, the thought of it. Feels cruel, somehow, even though there’s nothing – like, in them. No potential there, when they’re fresh from his body and dumped into the bin.

It’s warm in his palm, the heat of Oscar’s body soaking through. Not heavy, exactly, but a definite weight. For the first time, looking at it, Lando can kind of see how it might be something that could harbour life. 

Oscar’s leg keeps twitching. His cock is drooling against his belly. Lando wants to take it in his mouth, drink him down, return the favour. He wants to press one of the eggs into Oscar’s mouth, gag him with it, kiss him and pass it between their tongues until they’ve sucked the goodness from it. 

“There’s one more, I think,” he says. His throat feels ribbed and dry. He stretches his fingers, dislodging the final egg. “I can just about feel it. You might have to – push a bit.”

He can barely get the words out. Can’t tell what it is he wants.

He could lock the door, refuse to let Oscar out until they’ve figured out every possible combination for their bodies to fit together.

It’s never been like this before. Never felt so raw. He feels like chopped meat, teeth cutting into his tongue. He knows he’s doing a bad job of hiding the bits of himself he usually keeps under wraps. 

Dropping the eggs onto the towel, he grabs himself again, fucking his fingertip through the tip where he’s wet and swollen.

Oscar’s watching him, dazed and panting. 

He squeezes around Lando’s fingers, a sudden burst of strength from his exhausted muscles. Lando hears himself make a noise, and suddenly Oscar’s shaking all over, spilling. His own come, shooting from the tip of his untouched cock. The last of Lando’s eggs.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

I saw someone say on here that masturbating helps their period cramps, and I’ve found that to be true for me too. so I’m curious: do you know why/how that works?

hi anon,

masturbation can help for a number of reasons! the muscles in your pelvic floor that cramp up during menstruation are the same muscles that contract when aroused and spasm during orgasm, so sexual stimuli can be a nice way to work out those muscles and relax them. sexual stimulation can also cause your brain to release endorphins, which in addition to boosting your mood can "block pain and can provide some temporary relief from cramps" according to our friends at Planned Parenthood. pleasure can be healing!

[eddiegettingshot]

wait the ”first kiss keeps getting interrupted” anon is cooking something delicious here, because ok, the intention is there, they’ve confessed, they want it, they’re about to FINALLY take it— and then they’re interrupted, and at first they just laugh it off, a little embarrassed, but when it keeps happening and it’s been like, DAYS at this point buck is like, this is the universe telling us we shouldn’t do this, it’ll ruin our friendship in the end, and EDDIE, ha, eddie is already frustrated at this point by all the interruptions, but then buck brings up the UNIVERSE?? he’s truly at the limit of what he can take at this point, he’s never wanted to kiss another person SO BAD in his entire life, he finally knows what he wants and he’s NOT going to let the UNIVERSE!??! decide that this isn’t good for him!!!

so it’s after a loooong shift, full of frustration, buck is dropping him off at home and he knows chris is inside, so for once he doesn’t ask if buck wants to come inside, instead he just reaches out and grabs bucks head and turns it to him, leans over and just kisses the SHIT out of him. it’s soooo desperate at first, he NEEDS to do this just to have it DONE tbh, and buck is so caught off guard by it that he doesn’t react for a moment. but then he melts into it, and the moment he does everything shifts into place for eddie, the final piece of the puzzle slots into place perfectly, and he calms down, loosens his vice grip on buck a little, and they just kiss, slow but so so full of passion and want and need and love, until they break apart to breathe, panting, still holding onto each other, in awe, the universe forgotten

they just sit like that for a moment, foreheads touching, and then eddie smiles, places a quick kiss on bucks lips and gets out of the car. he leans in through the open window and says, still a little breathless and ridiculously drunk on endorphins, ”i’ll see you tomorrow buck” because inviting him in rn is NOT an option with chris at home, there’s no way he’d be able to keep his hands to himself, the need to have his lips back on bucks would be like torture, and buck’s still dazed and just goes ”uh huh” and drives off, and they’re both just smiling like complete idiots the whole time, chris even asks what his dad’s so smiley about and eddie just sing-songs an answer about like, the weather and having the bestest son in the whole world, while buck calls up maddie just so he almost brag to someone about how happy he is, even though maddie obviously (??) has no idea what the hell brought this on

and when buck comes over after they’ve gotten some sleep, chris is out somewhere, and eddie greets him in the doorway by pulling him into a kiss, and it’s just….so right. everything is just as it should be, finally

omg 🥹

[90s-suplex]

Austin overstimulating you while wiping your tears!!!

He is so sweet when he talks (only 4 u) but at the same time so dirty :(

anon, you‘re a genius 🙂‍↕️🫶

thank you for the request, i hope you like it 🥺

praise kink go brr

tw: overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, dubcon

(If i missed any warnings, let me know :) )

nsfw below the cut, afab reader

minors, don‘t interact

What a pretty sight you were.

He loved watching you fall apart over and over, holding on to him for support with shaky breaths every time you climaxed, thinking you had reached your limit and couldn’t possibly take any more. Oh, how he loved proving you wrong each time, again and again. This little game was about to start anew.

"C‘mon.. one more," Austin rasped. "Just one."

Breathing heavily and your hair all ruffled up, you squirmed beneath him. Austin pinned your hips down to stop you from wriggling and looked up at you from in between your thighs. You had become a whimpering mess under him and he loved every second of it.

Austin kept his eyes on you and continued eating you out. He could tell you were close by the way your breath started hitching again. Still pinning your hips to keep you from squirming, he turned all of his attention onto your clit. He flicked his tongue before he started sucking on it, gradually increasing the pressure, spurred on by the sweet moans he drew out of you. 

You were desperate for your release, as all the pent-up pleasure became too much to bear. A particularly lewd moan escaped your lips the moment you felt his fingers at your entrance, but you were too far gone to feel any embarrassment. Each orgasm had left you more disheveled than the last one and you couldn’t even imagine what you must have looked like right now, drool running down your mouth and eyes glazed over.

He slid his fingers into you with ease and the combined stimulation was too much. Your limbs grew numb and you came with a strangled moan.

Soon after you came down from your high, he grazed his thumb over your sensitive clit, waiting for your reaction. Too soon. You writhed under his touch.

"H-hey," you panted. You had lost track of time, all you knew was that you were exhausted. You propped yourself up on your elbows, "..don’t think I can go any longer."

He flicked his eyes up at you. He twichted his fingers inside you, causing you to let out a small groan since even the smallest motion was too much. 

Your ears were ringing. "No, wait, I’m s-serious it this time." 

Austin let out a dry chuckle and didn’t respond at first. His lips were curled into a patronizing grin, and his eyes bore into you as if he was searching for something. You tried to hold his gaze but couldn’t.

"Ain’t the first time I’ve heard that today," the same hand that was pinning your hips down moments ago was now caressing your trembling thighs, "so, I think you can understand that I find that a little hard to believe."

He straightened himself up, kneeling on the bed, towering over you, all while his fingers were still inside you. He was still fully clothed while he had undressed you a long time ago.

Finally, he pulled out his fingers, accompanied by a wet, slick sound - they were covered in your cum. 

"Well," he mused, and his satisfied smile made your stomach churn. "Would you look at that."

"Look at how much you came for me.. How many times was it? 6? Did you keep track, dollface? I was a lil’ too busy to count," he chortled. "I’ve been spoiling you, don‘t you think so?"

You watched him get up and sit down next to you on the bed. Your breathing had slowed down, but your mind was still fuzzy with endorphins.

"But, alright, I‘ll stop.. we don’t wanna overexert you, right?" he spoke, but the hungry gaze in his eyes told you otherwise. When Austin put one arm around you, you shivered under his touch and your hair stood on end. 

"But I need some help from you first. You gotta help me clean up."

He brought his fingers up to your still slightly parted mouth and you gasped when he brushed his fingers on your lips. He wanted you to taste yourself. The thought excited you, so you granted him entry. 

Austin chuckled at you fondly as he dipped his index and middle fingers into your mouth. You let your tongue swirl around them, being able to taste yourself on his fingers.

When you were done cleaning him up, he took his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed your chin instead. "Thank you," he mumbled and tilted your face in his direction. Seconds later, he recaptured your mouth, softly biting down on your lower lip and you felt dizzy. 

Austin’s hand slowly traveled downwards your body while his tongue explored your mouth. A hazy fog clouded your senses, making it hard for you to keep up with what was going on. His hand slid down to your neck, then started tracing your collarbone before eventually groping your breast. His beard scratched your face and to your surprise, you moaned into his mouth.

Before you knew it, his hand had found its way back to your core. His mouth left your lips and settled on your neck instead, biting it lightly as he flicked his thumb over your clit.

"Y‘know, I’m trying to keep my hands to myself, I really am."

Lowering his tone before he continued, he murmured, "Too bad you look so pretty when you‘re cumming for me.“

He started circling your clit, slowly adding pressure. Your skin was on fire. You jerked your hips and gulped down the lump in your throat, gripping the bedsheets. Austin‘s movements sped up and you whined softly.

"Sound pretty, too," he chuckled.

The familiar warmth had crept its way back into your core once again, bundling inside your stomach. You were so, so tired but you craved more.

"But since you asked so nicely, I’m gonna restrain myself." 

His movements came to a halt. 

You wailed at the loss of contact - you needed him to soothe the ache deep inside you. Blurting out incoherent strings of words, you pleaded for him to continue.

"Look at you getting all needy again..," he snickered. "I knew you still had it in you."

Austin’s finger started moving again. With each motion, he sent new electric shocks through your body. Your stomach was in knots and your vision became blurry as the sensations became overwhelming - too much, too fast, too good. If he hadn’t supported you, you would have already dropped back onto the bed.

Austin knew you were getting close. Your forehead was covered in sweat and your breathing became erratic. You arched your back and turned your head away with furrowed brows. Tears were trickling down your face.

You were just too adorable. All for him.

"So good," he cooed. He pulled you closer to his chest so that he could bring his hand up to your face without you dropping onto the bed. Wiping your tears away with his thumb, he mumbled, "You‘ve been doing so good for me. Just a little more, can you do that for me?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat. 

"I know you can..,“ he whispered. "Just one more. I promise."

"M-mhm..," you bucked your hips, choking out a moan. You squirmed in his hold as you became desperate for more friction. "..need.. I-I need..,“ you mewled and closed your eyes.

"I know..," he shushed you. Austin brushed some loose hair strands out of your face before letting you down gently onto the cushions.

You were thankful that he didn’t torment you with any more questions. At this point, you had trouble forming a coherent thought, let alone voicing one.

He shifted on the bed, sucking in a sharp breath. His gaze was fixed on you while he settled himself between your thighs once again, prying your trembling legs open. He let his fingers run through your folds to collect some of your wetness before he slid them into you. He was pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them at just the right angle. You were already short of breath, but when you felt his mouth on you, you thought you were about to pass out.

Desperate for more friction, you couldn‘t help but grind your hips deeper into his face. Austin hummed in approval, and you shuddered when you felt his voice vibrate through you.

He mumbled something into you, but you were focused on the pleasure that was building up inside you. A wave of heat flooded through you and your whole body went rigid as your walls pulsed around his fingers, still stroking you through your climax.

Once the pleasure subsided, the fog cleared. You could think a little more clearly again and opened your eyes, only to find him in between your legs, not moving an inch. 

He lied.

Just like the previous times.

That wasn’t the last time, he wasn‘t done with you.