#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.

[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

[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? 🥰

[corroded-hellfire]

I don't know if it's a little late to recommend for a holiday/new years fic idea but I would really like these anon submission come into fruition because I would really like to see the entire Hawkins bunch enjoying another gathering (without Brittany) and seeing Luke and Mia being parents

https://www.tumblr.com/corroded-hellfire/759985443911663616/httpswwwtiktokcomtzp81cgmnq-imagine-in-ayw

https://www.tumblr.com/corroded-hellfire/760024477870522368/ironic-since-luke-ends-up-being-the-first-one-to

I would love to receive requests regarding these instances with them as parents! Feel free to drop them by any time. I hope this serves as a nice holiday starter to the story of Luke and Mia as parents… HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎉

Words: 2k

Warnings: childbirth, pregnancy, we older in this one folks, becoming grandparents

[As You Wish masterlist]

“Oh, you’ve got a redhead!”

“Is it…is it a boy or a g-girl?” Mia asks between clenched teeth and labored breaths.

The doctor can’t help but chuckle as he works.

“I can’t tell just by the hair,” he says.

Luke rubs over his wife’s hand with his left while she squeezes the life out of his right. Steve stands on the opposite side of the bed, holding Mia’s other hand. From Eddie's vantage point behind his son, it looks like Mia is crushing both her husband’s and her father’s hands like a nut in a nutcracker. 

Both you and Nancy stand behind the working doctor and nurses, off to the side just enough that you have a clear view of your first grandchild being born. The two of you hold hands, watching in awe at the small, but big enough, human that Mia is pushing out of her body. Neither you nor Nancy are strangers to childbirth and all its miracles, but there’s something even more magical when it’s your daughter—or daughter-in-law—who is doing it. 

“You’re doing so well, babe,” Luke encourages, giving a supportive smile despite how exhausted he is. He can’t even imagine how Mia must feel if he’s already worn out. 

“He’s right, Mia,” a nurse says. “Just a little more now.” 

The redhead on the delivery table whines and drops her head back against her pillow, feeling like she has nothing more to give. Hasn’t she already been at this for around five hours? A quick glance at the clock tells her it’s only been forty-five minutes and she lets out an even more frustrated whine. It doesn’t even click in her mind that it’s almost midnight—almost a brand new year. There’s enough going on in the room to keep her mind occupied.

“Alright, we’re going to do one more push now, Mia. Okay? It’s almost over. On the count of three. One, two, three!”

The muscles below the pale skin of Mia’s neck bulge as she grits her teeth and gives the best push that she can manage. 

“That’s it, almost there.”

The hospital room, previously only housing the noises of beeping machinery and encouraging healthcare professionals, is suddenly bombarded with two brand new sounds simultaneously. Cheers and applause sink into the room from out in the halls and the surrounding rooms. But emanating from this particular delivery room itself, the shrill cry of a newborn bursts forth. 

“Congratulations,” the doctor says as he holds the baby up for the new parents to see. “You’ve got yourselves a girl.” 

Pure joy floods the veins of every Munson and Harrington in the room. Endorphins and adrenaline blend in Mia’s head, briefly causing her to think all the happy commotion from outside the room is in celebration of her daughter entering the world. One look at the tiniest human she’s ever seen would be enough of a reason, she thinks. The baby is absolutely perfect. Who would expect anything less from a baby with both Harrington and Munson genes?

A press to the top of her head has Mia looking up to see a beaming Luke gazing down at her. He places another kiss on her sweaty forehead before leaning further down to capture her lips with his own.

“I’m so flippin’ proud of you.”

Despite her exhausted state, Mia giggles at her husband’s praise. Old habits die hard of trying not to curse in front of his mama. 

“I love you,” Luke says softly.

“I love you, too,” Mia replies. 

The newly crowned parents watch as their baby girl is cleaned off, the brand new grandparents all enraptured as well.

“Aw, Mom!” Mia coos when she sees her mother crying—and then her mother-in-law as well. “Aunty!” Your nickname from aunt to mother-in-law was impossible to change after an entire lifetime of Mia referring to you in one way. It might take some explaining to the grandkids in the future, but that’s not a problem for today. 

“Not just the moms, I see.” The amusement in Luke’s voice is evident. 

You, Mia, and Nancy all turn to see Luke clapping a crying Eddie on the shoulder. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say with a chuckle.

Eddie wipes the handful of fallen tears from his face and clears his throat.

“Don’t make me beat you up in front of your daughter,” Eddie says, voice thick with emotion. 

“Ah, he’s not the only one!” Mia can’t figure out if she’s laughing or crying harder once she catches a glimpse of her own father trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes. 

“Gimme a break,” Steve says with a sniffle. “My first granddaughter was just born.”

“Our first grandchild,” you say on behalf of you and Eddie, tears overtaking you once again. 

As the nurses finish cleaning up the baby, you rush over and pull Luke into a hug. Out of all the emotional moments that have happened thus far in this room, this is the one that makes your son tear up. 

“She’s perfect, sweetie.” You pull back and kiss Luke on the cheek before leaning in to embrace Mia as best you can. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie says, words still heavy from emotion. 

Luke grins, leaning in as his dad wraps his arm around him. But, being Luke, he cuts a joke to weasel his way out of a genuine thank you.

“Of what, having sex?” 

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before mussing up his son’s curls, the exact same way he’s done since the hair first sprouted on Luke’s head about thirty years ago.

“Would you like to cut the cord, Dad?” a nurse asks.

“It’s not gonna hurt, right?” Luke asks, looking to Mia and wrinkling up his nose.

“Not at all,” the nurse assures him.

“Oh boy,” Steve says as his son-in-law is handed the scissors. “Those aren’t safety scissors, be careful.”

Mature man that he is, Luke only shoots Steve a brief death glare before following the nurse’s instructions.

“Yay!” you cheer once the cord is snipped. 

The nurse grabs the blanket to swaddle up the newborn, and as she does so, she can’t help but smile as she watches the six adults hugging one another and sharing tearful smiles. She’s been in far too many delivery rooms where most of the people there couldn’t stand one another; seeing two families become one in this way is one of the more beautiful things the nurse has seen lately. 

“Alright, Mom,” the nurse says as she walks the baby over to the bed. “Would you like to hold your daughter?”

A new set of tears stream down Mia’s face, but she adamantly nods her head and holds out her arms. Gently, the nurse transfers the newest Munson to her mother’s embrace.

“Look at you,” Mia coos. She looks up at Luke who leans down on the bed next to his two redheads. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Just like her mother,” Luke says, happily taking in the sight before him. 

Eddie, you, Steve, and Nancy all stand by in silence as you watch your children hold their firstborn for the first time. It’s surreal to see your son now being a father—but there’s not a doubt in your mind that he’ll be an amazing one. He had a great teacher, after all. 

Carefully, Mia transfers the baby to Luke’s arms and beside you, you can see Eddie’s tears start anew. You join him, though. Eddie wraps an arm around your shoulders and you lean your head against him, just watching Luke hold his first child. Nothing could have prepared you for how beautiful and overwhelming it all is. 

“Look at our granddaughter,” Eddie says softly to you. 

You nod, a smile lighting up your tear-stained face. There’s nothing you can say to make this moment better, so you stay silent and try to absorb as much of it as you can. 

“Do you have a name picked out?” a nurse asks.

Luke nods, never taking his eyes off the small bundle in his arms. Mia is just as enraptured, but she responds.

“This is Isabella Marie Munson.”

Luke looks up at you and Eddie, pride gleaming in his watery blue eyes.

“You think Eliza will like that we gave Isabella her middle name?” he asks.

“Oh, honey,” you say with a chuckle. “She's going to be over the moon.”

“Speaking of that whole gaggle of siblings who are out waiting in the lobby, should I go deliver the good news?” Steve offers. 

It may be New Year’s Eve—or rather, was, but no possible party or other engagement could keep Luke and Mia’s siblings away from this momentous occasion. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if one of them brought champagne in to celebrate. 

“Yes, go tell them,” Mia says through a sniffle. “But hurry back so you can hold her!”

“Just make sure you pry her from Munson’s arms at some point,” Steve says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point at Eddie. He did need that clarification though, as Eddie, you, Luke, Mia, and Isabella are all Munsons now. 

“Let me at her,” Eddie says, stepping up to Luke as Steve heads out the door. 

Carefully, your son hands Isabella to your husband, and it’s one of the greatest things you’ve ever witnessed in your life. The way Eddie’s arms cradle the newborn, so reminiscent of him holding all your newly born babies. Your husband laughs as he looks down at the little girl. 

“You’re the first Munson-Harrington, huh?” he says. “That’s going to make you a very, very interesting person.”

You giggle and rest your head against Eddie’s shoulder. As you peer down, Isabella tries to open her eyes and take in the people hovering above her. She quickly decides she doesn’t care enough though, and goes back to sleep. 

“Knock, knock,” a nurse says as she pops her head into the room.

“Come in,” Mia says, trying to adjust her position without causing herself any pain.

“We’ve got a surprise for you.” The nurse grins and steps into the room, a large plastic-wrapped gift basket held against her maroon scrubs. The nurse places the basket on the bedside table closest to Mia.

“Little Miss Isabella is Hawkin’s Hospital’s very first baby of 2025,” the nurse says. “In fact, she is the very first baby to be born in all of Indiana in 2025. So, we’d like to present you with this basket of diapers and baby clothes, along with this certificate. And, with your permission, we’d love to take a picture of this new family and share it with all in Indiana.”

Mia is so overcome by everything the nurse says, that she starts crying again. She’s nodding though, letting Luke know that she’s okaying the picture. Both you and Nancy help Mia get settled and wipe any excess sweat or tears from her face. Luke sits down on the bed next to his wife and Eddie hands Isabella to her father. 

Steve steps back into the room just in time to see the photo be snapped. He stands with you, Eddie, and Nancy behind the camera as the nurse takes a few shots. 

“Our granddaughter is already a star,” Eddie tells Steve. 

“Huh?”

Pictures finished, Mia leans over and plucks the certificate out of the gift basket.

“This certificate,” Mia reads, “is to honor Isabella Marie Munson, daughter of Amelia Christine Munson and Luke Alexander Munson, as the very first baby born at Hawkin’s Hospital in the year 2025. Isabella was born at 12:00 am exactly, weighing seven pounds, six ounces.”

“And her favorite grandfather is already Steve,” Steve adds once Mia is finished reading. Everyone in the room chuckles—sans Eddie. 

“Maybe,” Eddie concedes, a small smirk playing on his lips. “But that can change. What won't change though, is that I’ll always be the first grandparent to hold her. I had her in my arms first.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Nancy says. 

Luke leans down and whispers in Isabella’s ear.

“Try to be more like your grandmas than grandpas. Got it?”

Mia giggles and runs the back of her forefingers gently across Isabella’s cheek. 

“Or be like your Daddy, 'cause he’s pretty great,” she says. “But maybe not as mischievous.”

“That reminds me,” Luke says, looking down at his baby with wide eyes. “I have to see if they can give you a vaccine for scurvy.”

[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 💜

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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.

[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."

[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.

[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!

[etherealyoungk]

heyy i hope you’re doing pretty wel!! sooo i wanted to request what would seungcheols reaction to you having an anxiety attack be like (and making out later on??? maybe???) ANYWAYS ILYSM take care❤️

hii anon! im doing alright, hope you've been doing well and taking care too <3

seungcheol was already on his way to your place but you called him. he picks up only to meet with silence and a few shaky breaths on the other end. "c-cheol", you manage to mumble and he's immediately on alert. "what's wrong", he asks. "i think im having...an anxiety attack", you complete and that's all it takes for seungcheol to run from the bus stop to your place.

he'd reach your place quickly and you don't hear the door unlock and shut with a thud, your mind too consumed with thoughts and your hands shaking. you're curled up in the corner of your room, hugging your knees to your chest as you sat on the floor. you really don't know what triggered this anxiety attack, maybe it was the stress of exams or just how you've been feeling low lately, or the way you've been struggling to sleep for the past few days, but you were now vulnerable and trying to not entirely crumble but it was hard when you felt like you couldn't breathe and your chest hurt.

"y/n?", seungcheol's voice fills the house and he stumbles into your room, finally finding you. he rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you. he's still breathing hard from running all the way here.

you look at him and he notices the way you're breathing and your tear-stained cheeks. he gently takes your hands which are still shaking and holds them. "shh it's okay love, im here now", he says. a few soft sobs escape you and his heart breaks. "i don't know what triggered it but-", you start, stopping short, your anxiety getting worse once you start rambling and trying to explain. "don't- it's okay im here now, you're okay", he says softly.

"breath with me", he says, taking a breath in and out, and you try to follow him. "that's it love, you're doing great", he encourages, once he notices your hands aren't shaking anymore and your breathing is more stable. once you've calmed down, you shift your position as you practically crash into seungcheol's arms and body for a hug. his strong arms engulf you and you stay like that for a few minutes. "you're okay", he assures you once again.

he'll scoop you in his arms and lift you off the floor, carrying you as he gently puts you down on the bed. you grip on the end of his shirt still, a silent way of asking him to stay. "im right here love, not going anywhere", he says, kissing your temple. he wipes away the tears from your cheeks, looking at you, a little bit of worry still lingering in his eyes.

"what do you want to do? a movie? i know you wanted to watch that movie so we can do that", he suggests, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

you look at him before averting your gaze, your cheeks heating up at the thought of what you actually wanted. he notices your flickering gaze. "what is it?", he asks and you finally meet his eyes again.

"it's silly", you mumble, feeling shy. "just...wanted a kiss", you say and he smiles at your request. "of course, and it's not silly", he adds. he gives you another sweet grin as he leans in, kissing you. his kisses always gave you butterflies. he pulls away only for you to chase after his lips, kissing him again. his hand goes to your waist as he pulls you closer and his other hand cups your cheek, deepening the kiss. well, they do say kissing does release endorphins and you could really use some right now.

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: i’m normally an islanders girly, but i have a soft spot for svech, especially after the horrible news of his acl injury 🥺 honestly have no idea where this came from except i saw one of @ryanpulock ‘s anons mention taking care of svech after an injury, so here we go! entirely unedited because i hate rereading my own work lol

tw: smut, gratuitous and potentially wrong use of russian terms of endearment

summary: you want to take care of andrei a little after he gets a cut on his thigh.

The text from Jordan - “Don’t worry, he’s fine” - would be concerning on it’s own, but when it’s followed-up approximately ten minutes later with a text from Andrei - “Don’t worry, I am fine” - you’re heading quickly into a panicky state. Ignoring the fact that you’re out with friends, you open up Twitter and navigate to the Canes’ hashtag, scrolling anxiously until you spot the familiar last name.

A tweet from Cory Lavalette: Svechnikov is down and hurt.

Another one from Cory: Svechnikov did the splits while getting checked and was holding his left inner thigh.

Three minutes later: Further review, it looks like Kevin Hayes' skate caught Svechnikov in the thigh.

You feel like you might throw up. A cut from a skate blade is no joke. Depending on where on his thigh the blade caught him - you force yourself to stop that line of thinking and keep scrolling, breathing a sigh of relief when you see that Andrei was back on the ice a minute or so later. It’s solidly thirty minutes after the game’s ended (you didn’t realize it had gotten so late!), so he must be okay, if his and Jordan’s texts are the only ones about the whole thing. “Sorry, guys,” you sigh, gathering your jacket and purse, pushing away from the table. “I have to go. Just Venmo request me what I owe.”

Your best friend looks up, surprised, but then after she checks her phone, a sly grin stretches across her face and she teases, “going to get the benefits of those post-game endorphins?”

“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” you smirk, trying to hide your anxiety and worry about Andrei.

That gets the whole table jeering and heckling you, with your best friend laughing and proclaiming, “you’re sure as hell not a lady. Or do I need to bring out the keg stand video again?”

Waving her off with a snort of laughter and a vaguely rude gesture, you head for the door, blowing a kiss and slipping your arms into your jacket. The sounds of your friends’ voices follow you out of the restaurant, finally quieting once the door shuts behind you. You suck in a shaky breath, closing your eyes briefly. He’s fine - Jordan said so and Jordan wouldn’t lie about something like this. Even still, you’re nervous for the entire fifteen minute drive back to yours and Andrei’s apartment.

“Drei?” You call out his name when you push open the front door, kicking off your boots and dropping your house keys in the little bowl on the front hall table.

“In here,” his deep, accented voice echoes from the back of the apartment - your bedroom.

Shedding your jacket and draping it and your purse over the back of the couch - a bad habit that you’ve been trying to kick - you hurry down the hall towards him, needing to see him in one piece.

You freeze in the doorway when you finally lay eyes on him. He’s stretched out on the king-sized bed, shirtless and damp from his shower, clad only in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. His legs are stretched out in front of him and he’s got one hand tucked behind his head, making his tricep bulge.

“Damn,” you mutter. It’s unfair how good-looking he is. And then your gaze lights on the thick white bandage wrapped around his left thigh, making the well-muscled bulk look even thicker. For some reason, the sight of the bandage makes his injury all the more real and tears prick at your eyes. “Andrei…” you whisper his name, hand pressing against your mouth to keep your emotions inside.

He shakes his head and smiles a little at you, a shadow of his dimple popping out on his cheek. “Ah, solnyshka, I’m fine. Just small scratch,” he says, voice warm and soaking over you like a blanket.

“But you got cut with a skate blade! A really sharp skate blade!” Your voice cracks a little. “It could’ve been really bad.”

Andrei gestures you forward with one hand and you obey instantly, not even thinking about it. His hand is warm on your wrist and he lifts your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to your palm. Your knees tremble. “But it was not,” he mumbles against your palm. “A few stitches, a bandage, and I’m good as new.”

“Stitches?” Your eyebrows lift and you look down at the bandage as if you’ve developed x-ray vision in the last thirty seconds.

“Two, three maybe. It is nothing,” he tugs at your wrist again, the dimple deepening on his cheek. His eyes twinkle. “But I think maybe I’m going to need a nurse to bring me back to 100%.”

His voice is low and you look up at his face, taking in the slow smirk that’s forming. “Oh a nurse, huh?” you murmur, warmth flooding your stomach from the way he’s looking at you.

“Mhm,” he hums, a deep rumble in his chest. His thumb is tracing an arc over your wrist, liquid heat crawling through your veins. “Now that I think about it, maybe it does hurt a little,” his lower lip pokes out in a small pout.

“Poor baby,” you whisper, licking your lower lip. Your throat feels dry. “I’ll have to be very gentle…”

Andrei’s eyes are dark, the tips of his ears are growing pink, and you can see the bulge in his boxer-briefs practically growing by the second. “What if I am a bad patient?” He lifts one eyebrow. “Will you be gentle then?”

You giggle. “Now, Mister Svechnikov, I know you can behave,” you dart forward and ghost a kiss over his lips. “When you want to.”

He tries to pull you down onto the bed, but you dance away quickly. “Solnyshka,” he pouts, “I’m not supposed to move. You have to come to me.”

“Let me change,” you reply, already pulling your sweater over your head. “These clothes are dirty.” The sweater gets tossed onto the chair in the corner and you kick off your jeans, leaning one knee on the bed. Andrei’s hands reach for you, the right one close enough to rest on your hip. He slides warm fingers around the curve of your ass and tries to pull you closer.

“Please,” he says. His accent is thick, vibrating around your brain and melting your heart. You love his voice. “I will be a good patient, I promise.”

You crawl closer to him, both of his hands on your hips now. One thick finger brushes under the waistband of your panties, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, if you promise….” you trail off, dipping your head to press a kiss to inside of his bicep. One of your hands rests on his knee, fingers brushing over warm skin. He twitches, a little ticklish at your light touch. You grin at him, dragging your fingertips up the inside of his good thigh. The hair on his leg raises with goosebumps and the bulge of his cock grows. “You relax,” you murmur, “let me do the work.”

With a groan, Andrei drops back against the pillows he had propped behind his back, watching you with blown pupils as you climb in between his legs. He widens the space, offering you room to work. You lean back on your thighs, resting your hands lightly on Andrei’s shins. “You’ve got to tell me if you start hurting or it’s uncomfortable, okay?” you say, massaging your fingers into his calves. “I don’t want you to get hurt even more.”

“Maylshka,” Andrei groans the term of endearment, his hand stroking at himself through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, “you’re hurting me more by taking so much time.”

A snort of laughter leaves your nose involuntarily and you scoot up the bed, scraping your nails over his legs. “So impatient,” you mutter affectionately, a weird twist in your stomach when your gaze lands on the bandage again. A reminder that he was hurt. That it could’ve been more serious. Swallowing heavily, you duck your head and press a kiss to the inside of his right knee, scraping teeth over skin as you move up his inner thigh, kissing and biting gently as you go.

Andrei shifts under you, the bed dipping and swaying as he adjusts. One of his large hands twist in your hair, tangling the strands between his fingers and tugging, just this side of painful. The other hand bumps against the top of your head as he wraps it around his growing cock, stroking himself firmly. The steady movement of his hand makes his body move, in turn making your own body jostle. You bite into the corded muscle of his inner thigh and Andrei hisses, hand jerking out of rhythm.

“I thought I was taking care of you?” you mumble against his heated skin, leaning back and angling so your shoulder doesn’t bump against his wrapped thigh. Your fingers curl in the waistband of his underwear, the fabric already stretched to its limits between Andrei’s hand and erection. “You can take care of yourself on the road.”

His voice is raspy when he replies, “just helping you along, malyshka. Don’t want you to get tired.” He groans when you slide your hand over his and squeeze.

“I’m wide awake, Drei,” you murmur, knocking his hand aside and replacing it with your own. He’s hot and hard in your hand, a familiar weight. Your thumb brushes over the red, weeping tip of him and his hips buck involuntarily. A slow smirk spreads across your lips. Before you can bend your head, Andrei uses the hand that’s still tangled in your hand to force your face up to his. He cups your chin in his free hand and slants his lips over yours in a hungry kiss. You return it in kind, leaning into him, enjoying the groan he lets loose into your mouth when your hand twists around his cock.

He pulls back from the kiss, dropping his head against the headboard with a thunk. “I want to flip you over on your back and make you come until you cry,” he mutters, stretching out his left leg a little.

You laugh and kiss the side of his neck, licking at a bead of water that’s dripped down from his hair. He shivers. “Give yourself a little time to heal and then you can have me any way you want,” you promise. “Just let me take care of you tonight.”

Without giving him a chance to answer, you slide down his body, pressing soft kisses to his chest as you go and flicking one flat nipple with your tongue, drawing a strained laugh from Andrei’s throat. He murmurs your name and you kiss his stomach, just under his belly button, “lift,” you command, hooking your fingers in the elastic waist of his underwear and tugging them down. His erection jumps free, curving up to his stomach, thick and red and waiting for you. Your mouth waters at the sight of him and you dart your tongue out and lick the tip of him delicately.

“Fuck!” he curses, hand tightening in your hair. You press down on his good thigh with your free hand to keep him in place, not that you have a chance in hell of holding Andrei down if he really wants to move. But your fingers curl against his skin and you take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. The head of his cock bumps against the roof of your mouth and you shift on your knees to change the angle, taking him deeper. Andrei groans and moans above you, vocalizing his approval. He’s too big to take all of him in your mouth, so you wrap your hand around the remaining inches and squeeze, knowing he loves the pressure. His hand pushes your face down and your nose bumps his lower stomach. His hold on your head is loose though, and you could pull back if you wanted. You don’t want to.

Bracing yourself on his thigh, you lean forward, taking him deeper. Spit dribbles out of your mouth, making a mess of Andrei and the sheets below him. He bucks his hips, trying to restrain himself so he doesn’t hurt you, but when you him around him, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock, he shouts and pushes further down your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You breathe sharply through your nose, trying to stave off a gag, and inhale Andrei’s familiar musk mixed with the lavender-citrus body wash you’d bought for yourself but had been sneakily stolen by your boyfriend. You press your thighs together, pressure to help the throbbing between your legs. Andrei moves, like he wants to reach down and touch you, but you squeak a little when your head gets trapped between his pelvis and his stomach.

“Sorry,” he rumbles, “sorry.” His free hand strokes at your cheeks, your forehead, the back of your neck, and you shiver. You him around him again, sucking hard. Andrei groans your name, barely resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You encourage him, squeezing his shaft.

He tenses under your touch and comes in your mouth with a shouted string of Russian curses. You swallow quickly, a little overwhelmed, and Andrei’s grip on your hair loosens. He looks down at you with glazed eyes as you release him with a wet pop. a string of saliva connects your lips and his softening cock and you swipe at it quickly. “You are….” he mumbles, chuckling, speechless.

“I know,” you grin at him, wiping at the corners of your mouth. You wiggle up the mattress, rest your wrists on his shoulders, and kiss him sweetly. Andrei’s hands are heavy on your hips, sliding down the curve of your ass.

He yawns a little, blushing and mumbling an apology. “It’s not you,” he rushes to say and you giggle, kissing his cheek.

“You’ve had a long day, baby,” you reply, sliding out from between his legs and climbing off the bed. “Get comfy, I’m going to shower really quick and rinse the day off.”

Andrei catches your hand as you turn for the bathroom, a pout on his lips and a furrow between his brows. “But I didn’t get to have my way way you,” he whines.

“Tomorrow, big boy,” you promise, ignoring the throbbing between your legs. “I wanted to take care of you tonight.” You slip from his grip and dance off to the bathroom, loving that he wants to make sure you’re satisfied too. You take the world’s shortest shower, soaping up and shampooing in record time. You skip conditioner, willing to pay the price of slightly dry hair in order to cuddle with Andrei sooner.

By the time you pad back into the bedroom, clad in one of Andrei’s old shirts, he’s flat on his back, eye shut, and snoring softly. You smile softly at him, heart filling with even more love for your boyfriend. He looks even younger when he’s sleeping. Carefully, you climb into bed and tuck yourself against Andrei’s right side. His mouth hangs open a bit and his left arm is thrown over his forehead. As soon as you touch his side, he stirs a little, blinking and scrunching his face. “Mmm,” he hums, wrapping his arm around your back and pulling you close. You go easily, draping your arm over his stomach and resting your head on his chest.

“Night, Drei,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his skin.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” he mumbles, breathing evening out again.

When you wake up in the morning, Andrei’s head is pillowed on your chest and he has both arms wrapped around you, holding you like a teddy bear. You blink sleepily and rest your cheek against the top of his head. Your legs are tangled with his, the bandage brushing against your thigh. You comb your fingers through Andrei’s hair gently, easing him awake.

“Hi, sleeping beauty,” you giggle as he blinks awake.

“Ditto,” Andrei says, voice hoarse with sleep. He buries his face into your chest. “Stay in bed.”

“I wish, but someone has to work so we can afford this life we’ve become accustomed to,” you joke, laughing even harder when Andrei’s fingers dig into your side, tickling you now that he’s wide awake.

This is absolutely your favorite way to wake up.

[voxofthevoid]

Hi, I'm sending this to you because you're a prolific goyuu shipper and writer and idk who else to talk to. You don't have to interact with this if you don't want to, which doesn't really need to be said, but I would understand either way.

I have a similar teacher/student ship in jjk I like to read and write about and I have posted about them in the past but it got me anon hate for weeks. I did go on a blocking spree after that but I just always live in fear. Getting mean comments about things I enjoy is such a sour experience, I want to be more indifferent towards all this but I'm still at a place where even a hint of hate threatens to ruin my entire day. I'm afraid to post, there's no community. It's just very abysmal. I guess I'm just here asking you how. How to do it.

I don't mind asks like this, don't worry. One of the (many) reasons I'm open, blatant, and unapologetic about what I ship as well as my overall stance on freedom of creative expression is that present-day fandom is becoming increasingly hostile to darker—or even slightly off-white, to extend the metaphor—themes and tropes in fiction and the people interested in exploring them, and I think it's important for people who aren't part of the moral purity crusade to be equally visible. Not that anyone's obligated to, just that some casual, visible sanity can often make a difference.

I'm so sorry that you had that experience in this fandom. I'm unfortunately not surprised; JJK has no shortage of wankers, and some of them are hateful little fucks who would gladly ruin people's days or lives for whatever endorphin rush their bullying campaign gets them.

That's what these people are at their cores: bullies. It seems like you know that though, and proactive blocking is definitely a good way to prevent or mitigate the damage they can do. But even knowing what they are and what they want, it's not easy for everyone to shake off bad experiences and fears for the future, which seems to be what you're struggling with as well.

The how will vary from person to person. Way I see it, there's an internal aspect and an external one—your mindset and your support system, respectively.

Indifference would be ideal, but it's not feasible for everyone. You can cultivate a certain approach, but in my experience, the way your brain is wired also plays a significant part. Some people are just naturally more thick-skinned or confident or apathetic. I just get angry, for instance, and while that's not exactly easy to wrangle, I tend to calm down on my own once it's out of my system and spite just fuels my creativity. There's no lasting effect beyond an idle thought of "am I gonna have to call anyone a cunt today?" when I post things. Others have different reactions, and plenty of people do shake off the initial fear or stress response to develop a more uncaring attitude, but how you get to that point is up to you, you know?

But if you're currently at a place where seeing hate is not something you can or want to handle (and there's no shame in that), I'd recommend any of these:

Write but don't post. Maybe you're already doing this? But indulging your creativity just by yourself can be a good way to enjoy writing without stressing out over the potential backlash from posting.

Post anonymously.

Posting with guest comments turned off, comment moderation turned on, or comments entirely turned off. Comment moderation would mean you'd still see any bullshit that pops up, so that may not be suitable here. Turning off guest comments will weed out most of the wannabe edgelords, but registered accounts are hardly "safe" either. Of course, if you don't want to post in such a restricted manner (I wouldn't), that's also entirely fair.

Do a mix of these as mood and energy allow.

If you do post in any of these ways, do not look at the bookmarks. Turn anon off on Tumblr too, if you haven't already.

All that said, no matter how thick-skinned you are, most people can and will be worn down by dedicated or even just repeated/frequent harassment. We're human, and fighting off negativity for prolonged periods is fucking exhausting. And this is fandom, not life or death. It is easier at a point to just say fuck it and leave for greener pastures, be it a different fandom, a different fan identity, or a different hobby entirely.

That's where an external support system can help. For me, that's both my personal friends and my readers in general. But I've been in fandom for ten years and have been writing and posting consistently for the bulk of it. I've had time to form connections and a community—one whose members are fluctuating but whose existence is consistent. It takes time or luck or both. And these days, the more social aspects of fandom seem to occur in servers, which is not really my scene, so I don't have much guidance to offer there. But I do know servers specifically aimed at supporting writers of "taboo" content exist, even if I'm not sure how to find them. Tumblr's new Communities feature also seems like it can help you find like-minded folks, be it ship-specific or topic-specific.

From the spaces I do frequent, I'd suggest these:

Join the r/Ao3 subreddit. You don't have to connect it to your fandom identity if you don't want to. But that space is staunchly anti-censorship, and while you may not find close friends or anything, you will find a decent space for various discussions (not always calm or pleasant) and creative endeavours.

Actively seek out chill people in your ship fandom, be it on Tumblr or Ao3. I'm not saying slide into their DMs, just participate in whatever capacity you can alongside people you know ship the same stuff or have the same tastes as you. Build connections the way we typically do in fandom, just with a more discerning eye so that you won't run into anyone who'd turn on you later for your own ships/tastes.

Most importantly, be kind to yourself and take the time you need to recover from the bad experiences you have had.

Good luck ❤️

[moonspirit]

Heyy Moon!

Is Armin more of an ass or boob man?

[N/SFW]

Heyyy anon!

I like to think he starts out as a boob man! Cuz let's face it, Annie's boobs are equal parts cute and alluring. They fit perfectly in his palms and being as soft and sensitive as they are, give him all that dopamine and endorphins he needs. What's more, Annie's boobs are a huge source of comfort. If he's feeling particularly bad or just after a long day at work, he can hug her, pushing his face into her chest and the stress and sadness melts away. Also resting his head on her chest gives him the best sleep he's had in ages.

Gradually, he also becomes an ass man tbh. Cuz you can't have an Annie Kink without appreciating her ass. Annie being wider around her hips and legs than anywhere else gives him quite the nice butt to touch :3 Also! Very nice for some classic doggy-style! I hc that when they're just lazing in bed and Annie's lying on her stomach, flipping through a book or magazine, Armin just likes to lean his head on her butt cuz :3 because :3

Anyway, he's an Annie-man overall.