#especially my boneless babies

[xenia12]

MY FELLA!!!!! IT MY GUY!!!!!!!!!!

Irl reef tank jumpscare >:3

posted on the wonderful MBE discord by @xenia12

they bought a witch hat for a sea urchin, which did fall off at one point, However!!!

he put it back on :)

[fawnnpaws]

ughhhhh art being hammered by patrick while u ride his face is absolutely the dream

art’s desperately licking you and he is whining and moaning everytime patrick nails his prostate

u cum all over his face and then sit beside him, tweaking his nipples

patrick leans forward, his face close to arts and says “let me taste our girl, baby. kiss me”

and art messily leans up to patrick and they just GO AT IT

like patrick is sticking his tongue into arts mouth and all while you have the pleasure of watching them while you jerk art

patrick finishes inside of him and then the three of u just lay there 😖😖😖😖😖

GODDDDDD the dream really truly

poor art’s been so pent up, he just needs you both to be as close to him as possible. it’s like no amount of touch is enough. he’s gripping your hips and grinding them into his face, fucking and lapping into your dripping cunt with his tongue like he’s trying to actually eat you. his noises are muffled by your pussy, but he’s so loud in bed, especially when patrick fucks him, it doesn’t actually dampen the sound by much. you can still hear his punched out ah ah ah’s in time with patrick’s thrusts, getting louder and louder as they both steadily lose their composure. as cool as patrick likes to play it, you and art are his two biggest weaknesses.

“is he eating you good, baby? making that pussy feel good?” he pants, one hand gripping art’s hip for leverage and the other reaching to paw at your tits.

“feel so good, pat— fuck! he’s being such a good boy,” and that only spurs art on more. he’s doubling his efforts, forcing you over the edge until you’re cumming so hard on his tongue your vision whites out. you try to move, but art keeps you on top of him. keeps suckling on your clit and lapping at your pussy with the flat of his tongue, like he needs to taste every last morsel of your cum before he finally lets you fall boneless beside him.

“jesus - fuck - c’mere, let me taste her on you, baby - did so good making our girl cum,” patrick says as he hooks two fingers behind art’s teeth and pulls him up to smash their lips together. you can see the way their tongues press into each others mouths, again trying to get as close as humanly possible. patrick, trying to suck the taste of you off art’s tongue and art, utterly consumed by patrick being inside both his mouth and hole.

the feeling is contagious. you suddenly need to be close to them again and will your body to move so you’re up on your knees, pressed against your two boys’ sides. you mouth at patrick’s neck first and suck dark bruises into it to show you were there. his breath stutters through his nose and he picks up his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against art’s ass filling the room. its music to your ears. you move to art next, running the tip of your tongue along the shell of his ear and reaching your hand between them to loosely circle his cock.

“this what you needed, honey? such a little slut you can’t go a couple days without cock and pussy?” you tease, nipping at his earlobe.

he nods his head frantically and lets out a choked sob into patrick’s mouth. not daring to move too far away, he whimpers against patrick’s lips, “just you - both - hah - both of you, needed you, just you - please please—”

“you gonna cum for just us, baby?” patrick grins. he’s bullying his cock into art so hard it’s jostling his body and hitting his already abused prostate with every thrust. all art can do is hold on for dear life and let whimpers pour out from the back of his throat. you both love when he gets like this, fucked out to the point of brainlessness.

“be a good boy n make patrick cum too, sweetheart, cmon,” you’re pumping his cock harder now, keeping your hand in time with patrick’s thrusts despite them growing more and more erratic. “let me see my boys cum.”

art breaks out in a full body shiver and cums first, the force of it wracking through him and sending his back bowing before it snaps back and he presses his chest against patrick’s. his eyes roll back and his mouth hangs open as he spills all over your hand. the motion of patrick still fucking him smears it between their stomachs and you help the process along, rubbing your cum covered hand between them.

“oh fuck— he’s choking my fucking dick baby - gonna cum, gonna fucking cum—” patrick throws his head back and fucks through his own orgasm, hips pounding into art’s at a frantic speed. you feel art’s cock do a valiant kick as patrick fills him with cum and his body goes limp at the feeling.

you smile softly to yourself as the two of them grab onto each other and press themselves together, both shivering periodically with aftershocks. you’ve regained some feeling in your legs by this point, so you go wet a washcloth and bring it back to clean them up while they come down. you can’t help but press a kiss into art’s sweaty temple, then patrick’s forehead.

when the three of you are clean, you don’t redress, you rarely do after sex. you just fall into a pile of interlinked limbs and cuddle up against each other. art always passes out first, sandwiched between you and patrick, leaving the two of you to bask in the glow and lean over your pretty blonde to talk or kiss lazily. you think you could live in these moments forever.

[beenbaanbuun]

hi bunny! <33 i wanted to ask if you could do a little fic of how the ateez boys (specifically jjong) would be like during aftercare ❤️ after a rougher session— i’m in need of comforty cute stuff rn lmao 😭 no pressure ofc! luv u bun bun 🫶

aftercare w/ateez

hongjoong

i feel like hongjoong is very prepared for aftercare, especially if he knows in advance that it’s going to be a rougher session

like he already has a glass of water and a snack bar on the nightstand ready to go

coos and praises you as he breaks the bar into tiny pierces and slides them between your lips with his fingers

will absolutely force you to pee and shower once he thinks you’ve got your energy up enough to walk to the bathroom

stays with you the whole time you pee, and slides into the shower beside you to wash your hair

unlike some of the others i don’t believe that the shower will to anything else because hongjoong has a modicum of self control and can see you naked without going feral…

seonghwa

seonghwa’s first instinct is to go and grab a washcloth from the bathroom so he can wipe down the mess between your legs

of course, while he’s in the bathroom, he kills two birds with one stone and begins to draw a bath for you

wipes down your sticky skin with the warm cloth, all while whispering praises

‘i know you’re sensitive but you’re being such a good girl by letting me clean you! just a little more and it’ll be over, my darling.’

once you’re somewhat clean he guides you to the bathroom and helps you into the bath before going to chance the sheets

comes back the second they’re changed and in the washer so he can sit on the side of the tub and watch you with a pretty smile

yunho

cuddly boy!!

will literally just hold you to his chest and stroke his hand up and down your spine while the two of you return your breathing to normal

isn’t so fussy about the ‘clean’ aspect of it all, but will definitely make you go pee because we do not want any UTI’s in this house!

and once you’re finished peeing, he just ticks you back into his nice strong arms and lets you fall to sleep in his grasp

he trusts you enough to know that you’ll tell him if you need anything else; water, a snack, all that jazz

he also knows you enough to know that is so incredibly rare that you’ll want anything other than him and his warm cuddles

because let’s be real, lying on top of yunho with your head tucked into his neck and his long arms holding you in place is actually the best feeling in the world

yeosang

you know my thoughts on yeosang’s sex style so i also have to assume that he takes his job of aftercare very seriously

it’s half a guilt thing because baby boy went so hard that now he has to take care of you; he needs to know that you’re okay and he didn’t do too much

he starts by wiping you down and you’re guaranteed to be oversensitive, but he just shushes you and tells you how well you’re doing

ideally he’d like you to shower, but you’re too boneless right now and he doesn’t want to leave you for long enough to run a bath

and when he’s all done cleaning you up, he’ll hold a straw to your mouth, watching you as gulp down the water he brought you

i can see him needing his own validation as well so he asks you plenty of questions

did he go to far? did you like it when he did that one thing? were you having as much fun as he was? he really is desperate to know that you were having a good time

san

san is so fucking clingy that from the moment he goes soft, he will not let you out if his sight

he won’t send you to the bathroom yourself with promises of cuddles when you get back; why would he when he can follow you in there to hold your hand while you pee?

and while you’re in the shower you better let this man wash your hair, your body, your face, anything he can, unless you want him to pout

sits you on the toilet seat while he brushes your teeth; it’s cute but you can’t help but feel shy as he holds your jaw and looks down at you

and then when he’s sure you’re squeaky clean and happy, he bundles you up in his arms and drags you back to bed with him

from which there will be no escape, by the way; if you even dream about getting out of bed, san will be pouting and complaining

mingi

i like to think that he puts his mind, body and soul into sex, so he’s probably just as tired as you when it’s over

ideally, he’d just like to stay in bed with you, but he knows you have to replenish yourself, so he sets you little tasks

“can you go get a wash cloth from the bathroom so i can wipe you down?”, “go piss, girl. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”

and you best believe that after every single task you complete, he’s praising you like you’ve just cured world hunger or something

lips pressed against yours, letting you know just how good you are for him and how proud he is of you for doing what he asks

it’s safe to say youre leave your submissive headspace any time soon, not when mingi has you in his grasp, whispering sweet praises in your ear

wooyoung

wooyoung likes to do everything for you and if he even catches you lifting a finger he will become the most annoying person to ever walk this earth

like he’ll be getting you a glass of water and he’ll come back to the bedroom to see you with a tissue between your legs and all he can thing is how dare you?

literally storms over and takes it away from you before continuing the job himself, muttering under his breath as he cleans you up

“you weren’t so independent when you were begging for my dick, hm?” he scowls, “you need me to fuck you properly, so what makes you think you don’t need to help you with this too?”

like honestly, he’s kind of mean with it but with his gentle touch and the tiny kisses that he’s pressing to your thighs, you know he isn’t actually mad

just being his regular wooyoung-ish self…

jongho

oh you think he’s a teddy bear? wrong; during aftercare you’re his teddy bear and there’s nothing you can do about it!

because he’s way too strong for you to escape from the grasp he has on you, no matter how much wriggling you do

it’s fine though, because jongho always keeps. a bottle of water by his bed and a few snacks in his drawer and a pack of baby wipes too

you literally don’t even have to move from his arms for him to take care of you; everything you need is right there!

of course when you tell him you need to use the bathroom he’s pouting, but then you tell him he can come with you and he’s happy again

he doesn’t consider the fact that he can’t squeeze you to death when you’re actually on the loo, so when he realises that he’s pouting again

literally clings to you the moment you stand up, wasting no time in dragging you back to bed for more cuddles

[callieisto]

☆ Kinktober Day 5: Mask Kink! ☆

(male!reader)

Was it a little mean to use your obvious infatuation with his mask to his advantage? Yes. But Jason deserved a little light teasing, didn't he? His week had been difficult, kept him from seeing you beyond a quick kiss goodbye when you went to work in the morning, and a tired kiss when he came home for the night. And sure, snuggling with you was great, and he liked the sleepy kisses and he liked feeling you sleeping next to him, but...

For lack of more decorum, Jason was horny. And he wanted to have sex with his boyfriend, dammit.

So here he was, sitting in his own living room with the lights off, lounging in his favorite chair, his mask still heavy on his head. He knew this was insane- he could just ask you nicely to please let him plow you into the mattress- but he wanted to indulge you a little bit.

So when you open the door, stumbling in after a double, he perks up a little. He's glad you can't see the stupid grin under his mask, because it would ruin the aesthetic of the scene. Especially because he can already see your brain going all hazy at the edges when you spot him, can already spot the tenting in your pants.

"Hi, baby." Jason purrs, the voice modulator making it sound crackly and deeper than usual. "How's my good boy, huh?"

"I'm... I'm good." You breathe, carefully, as if to gauge what his idea is. "You're still in your mask."

"I am." He says easily, and pats his thigh. You walk across the living room and carefully perch yourself there, both of your thighs bracketing his. He tilts his face up towards you, grateful that you can't see the wide smile on his face, and one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek. The leather is rough against your skin, pulling you down for a 'kiss'.

Your lips press against where his would be, and he can practically feel the way your brain melts out of your ears. "What's going on, hmm?" He teased, bouncing his leg softly. You moan and roll your hips down, bulge pressing against the muscle beneath you. You kiss his mask again, a little more desperate in your movements. "You going all dumb on me just because I'm wearing a mask?"

"Maybe." You whine against his 'mouth', hands coming up to cup the back of his neck and pull him closer.

"Cute." He hums, urging you to move with a little more urgency. "Maybe after this you can ride me, huh? I'll let you wear my jacket and everything. I'll even keep the mask on, you little sicko." He teased. "Do you like knowing that there's a bomb in here? You're kissing on a bomb."

"'M kissing my boyfriend." You whisper weakly, voice breaking on a little whimper. You roll your hips down again, a breathy whine escaping you. Jason's hard as steel by now, your knee lightly pressing against his own bulge. "... but, yeah... I like it."

Jason snorts and nudges against your cheek, as if he was trying to give you a kiss of his own. "I know you do, baby. That's why I'm doing this. C'mon, use my thigh to get off. You're a good boy, hm?"

You moan, and whine, and buck your hips. Jason wonders, distantly, why he never did this before, because you're so cute like this, so sweet and needy, humping his leg and kissing on his mask as if he could kiss you back. He wants to- he really does- but he can't, so he just coos at you, one hand on your hip, the other curled protectively at your jaw.

When you cum in your pants, it's with a little cry of, "Jay!" and Jason nearly cums with you. He coaxes you through it, until you whimper with overstimulation, and then he reaches up to take his mask off and set it aside.

"Hi, honey." He crooned, kissing your cheeks as you go boneless against his chest. "Did so good. Love you s'much."

You smile, and cuddle up to him. "I seem to remember a promise about you letting me ride you while wearing your jacket." You mumble, kissing his jaw softly.

"Mmm." Jason chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Yeah. I guess I did."

"With the mask."

"Yup. With the mask."

[undertheorangetree]

Competition

Summary- Aemond is a big fan of healthy competition.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female Reader. Modern AU. Mutual edging. Handjob. Fingering. Blowjob. Surprisingly fluffy?? Straight up porn.

Author's Note- I wrote this instead of studying for my midterm lmao. This was a request and therefore a tumblr special so I'm posting the full story here below the cut :)

Usually, she finds the competitive nature of her relationship funny.

Aemond has always been competitive. Whether it was a board game amongst friends or trivia night at the pub or something as simple as an arm wrestle, he loved to win. Most of the time, she found the trait endearing and knew it was a habit she shared, especially when he was there to egg her on.

But it is at times like this she thinks perhaps his need for competition has gotten out of hand. Laying naked on their shared bed, Aemond on his knees beside her with his hand between her legs, two fingers pumping in and out of her ceaselessly. Her hand is wrapped around his cock, doing her best to match his pace even while the pleasure his hand is wringing from her licks up her spine, leaving her dizzy and half boneless. He had gotten it into his head that even this had to be a competition, that whoever forced the other to beg to come first would be declared the winner. She doesn't even remember what they're playing for, not now, but she does know that losing is not an option.

Already, they’ve denied each other twice, pulling the other away in their attempt to win. Despite the desperation that is sitting heavy in her gut, her cunt already hyper sensitive and the feeling only getting worse, she can’t make herself look away from Aemond’s face. His eyes are half lidded, the pupil in his real eye blown wide and turning the blue near black, chest heaving with every breath. His hips buck into her hand weakly, matching her strokes as if he wants nothing more than to let the bliss of it pull him under, his need to win the only thing holding him back. She’ll never get tired of that look, the way his features have gone soft and pliant as pleasure runs through him. She wants to immortalize it, stamp it in her mind’s eye and look at it forever.

She knows she looks just as desperate as he does, legs shaking as she feels her orgasm racing toward her. He keeps a steady pace, the sound of her cunt all but echoing through the room while his thumb circles her clit. It’s almost insulting, how well he is working her up even while she does the same to him. She had half hoped that the pleasure running through him would be some kind of distraction but he seems laser focused, staring between her legs as if he never wants to look away. And she's so close. She can feel it right there, knows that if he keeps going she'll fall over the edge, but just as her orgasm is about to run over her, she knocks his hand away. A desperate whine leaves her, hips bucking up to chase his hand despite having been the one to push it away, and she hears him let out a low groan, his wet fingers closing around her knee.

"Fuck, look at you." His other hand comes up to brush across her tits as if he can't stand the thought of not touching her, catching her nipple between his fingers. She jerks, knowing that was more calculated than it was loving, and slaps his hand away irritably. It doesn’t deter him. "You can give up any time you want, baby, just say the word."

Though she's breathless, frustration and disappointment churning in her gut, she knows he hears the petulance in her voice when she says, "Same goes for you, baby."

He grins, hand falling back between her legs again to play with her clit. There's a smugness there she doesn't like, as if he's sure that she will be the one to beg first, and she decides to wipe the arrogance from his face. Turning slightly, she shuffles a little closer, licking the weeping tip of his cock and before sucking the head into her mouth, fist still pumping at the base. She looks up at him with big doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as she can with his cock in her mouth, and very nearly grins at what she sees.

The effect it has on him is almost immediate. His stomach tenses, mouth dropping open and hand going momentarily still as he watches her, black swallowing the blue of his eye whole. She takes full advantage of his distraction, taking him into her mouth a little deeper and hollowing her cheeks. She knows him, knows every mannerism he has just before he falls apart, and she knows from the look on his face and the way he starts thrusting helplessly into her mouth that he's half a second away from finishing.

Unfortunately, he notices it too and she feels his hand in her hair, tugging her gently off his cock with a frustrated groan. A thin cord of spit connects her to him and he lets out an almost pitiful moan at the sight of it, bringing a grin to her face.

He almost sounds as though he's whining as he says, "You're cheating. Don't cheat."

She tilts her head as she takes him back in hand, reveling in the whimper he lets out. "Why? 'Cause you're gonna come?"

"Because I can't put my mouth on you. S'not fair."

She feels her grin broaden. "And we both know how much you like putting your mouth on me."

He very nearly growls at that before all but tackling her to the bed, forcing her onto her back once more. He kisses her hard, almost punishingly, and she moans into his mouth, both hands coming up to capture his face in her hands. She’s happy for the reprieve, the want burning between her legs too distracting, and takes her time kissing him, in feeling his lips pressing against her own.

"You're such a brat," he mutters against her mouth and she laughs, nipping at his bottom lip to further prove his point. His hand falls to spank her lightly in retaliation, making her jolt again before her own hand drops to find revenge in another way.

It takes him less than a second to follow suit, his fingers running through her to collect the arousal that’s gathered there before pushing a finger back inside her, crooking it up immediately to rub against the spot he knows makes her squirm. They’re both on their sides now and she slings her leg over his hip in an attempt to get more comfortable, still kissing him in the hopes that it will be enough to distract her from falling apart. It does little to help, the pleasure rolling to a boiling point in her belly. In any other circumstance, she would be grateful knowing that her boyfriend knew exactly how to touch her, how to work her up so perfectly, but now she knows that it will be her downfall unless she takes matters into her own hands.

Her mouth drops open, a moan escaping her when he begins circling her clit again, fast enough that her whole body shudders. Knowing now that she is sure to lose should he keep that up, she speeds up her hand in an attempt to bring him over the edge before her. She runs her thumb along the head of his cock, stroking at him faster, and fights the urge to giggle when he pulls away to moan, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. His lips drag along the skin there, leaving lightning bolts of want in his wake, and her free hand comes up to twist in his hair, lifting herself up slightly.

“Please let me make you come,” she breathes near his ear, biting her lip when he moans faintly in response to it. “You look so pretty when you do. Just want to make you feel good, baby, please.”

She grinds down into his hand subconsciously, rolling her hips in her desperate need for more, and revels in the groan he lets out. She can feel herself clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her, but she refuses to succumb to her want now. Once she wins, she will gladly keep him in this bed all night and let him do whatever he wants to her. But before then, she wants to watch him fall apart.

“C’mon. Be a good boy for me.”

That does it. He lets out another whiney sound, this one half a moan, as his brows knit together, bucking his hips up into her hand. She strokes at him quickly, once, twice, until he spills himself over her fist with another moan, thrusts stuttering as he finishes.

Though his hand stalled while he came, he picks up where he left off the moment he has recovered, not giving her any time to mourn the loss of her fading orgasm. His fingers comes back up to her clit, circling it as hard and fast as she can handle and pulling a yelp from her. His free hand falls to the leg that still rests across his hip, holding her in place as he rubs at her faster and faster, that familiar coil in the pit of her stomach snapping almost as quickly as it begins to form. She writhes beside him as her orgasm washes over her, a whine leaving her as her head tips back, giving him enough room to press a litany of open mouthed kisses across her throat.

All at once, the room falls silent, the faint droning of the TV in the next room still humming on where they left it. They’re both panting and Aemond turns onto his back, his hand keeping her leg splayed across his lap while he does it, a faint stretch burning in her thigh.

"I win," she announces breathlessly, wiping her hand clean of him before flopping onto her side, cheek pressing tight against his chest.

He vibrates under her face with a huffed laugh, his hand comes up to stroke at her hair mindlessly. "I think you already got your prize."

She turns her head up to meet his eye. "And if I want another one?"

He turns down to kiss her again. This time, it’s much gentler, all the desperation that had filled the air between them simmering down to nearly nothing. A part of her thinks that he may be content to simply lay here with her in their disheveled bed but then he reaches for her ass again, using his grip there to tug her to lay flat on top of him. His cock is already half hard between them and she feels the side of her mouth quirk up at the realization that he is, in fact, not quite done yet.

“That can be arranged.”

[spenceragnewfics]

spencer and reader fake wedding on tntl

I hope you enjoy! This also helped me write something I wanted to featuring Court's birthday TNTL!

WEDDING BELLS?! | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

TW: Cuteness is all I can think of.

Word Count: 1.3k

Description: Filming a birthday TNTL is always special, especially when Y/N and Spencer can do a joke poking at their best friends. 

Try Not To Laugh is one of Smosh’s biggest series that the channel does. It’s one of Y/N’s favorites to film because it’s never the same, every episode is different and fun to film. As one of the newest cast members, Y/N was still nervous to film the show but today was going to be different because her boyfriend Spencer was filming the episode as well. It was a very special one because it’s for Courtney’s birthday.

Sitting on one of the stools, she’s scrolling through her phone when she feels arms wrap around her from behind. Her face lights up when she sees the familiar tattoos and smells the ever familiar cologne, “Hey, Spence. Whatcha doin?” She asks, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“Just seeing what my beautiful girlfriend is doing.” He says, rubbing her arms as she smiles at him. “Well, I’m just waiting for my amazing boyfriend but I can’t see to find him. Have you seen him?” He rolls his eyes as she laughs, he playfully frowns before walking away with his head down. “No, no, babe. I’m sorry. Come back.” She gets off the stool and follows him. She hugs him from behind when he stops, resting her head on his shoulder, “You’re so mean to me.” He says, faking to be sad but she doesn’t know that.

“I’m sorry baby, I was just joking.” He turns around with a big smile on his face, “I know, I was messing with you.” She huffs as he pulls her into his arms. “Okay, you two are sickeningly cute. We get it.” Angela says as she walks on set. “Awe, Ang, I can help you find someone.” Y/N suggests, “Nah, I’m okay. This is plenty for me for now.” The two women smile at each other before more people start to come in.

It’s not much longer until everyone is on set that needs to be there so they can start shooting. Y/N stands between Courtney and Spencer to do the intro, “Woohoo. It’s Courtney’s birthday!” Ian says as the entire cast and crew cheer for them.

“So we, we have a very special try not to laugh today. We have so many people, including maybe some surprises.” Ian continues, making a silly voice towards the end. Courtney laughs then mocks him before he continues, “It’s gonna be a big one. Courtney, how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling extremely nervous, I haven’t seen any of you all day until literally two minutes ago. So it’s, we’re doing like shock therapy. Here we go! We’re going in, we’re diving in!.” They say, their nerves slightly showing. “All right, let’s dive in guys, let’s go!” Ian says as everyone cheers then moves around. 

The first four on the stools are Shayne, Courtney, Y/N, and Spencer. Amanda starts it off, doing a very good security guard impression and everyone is able to hold their water in until someone dressed as Freddy Fazbear pops out. Y/N screams when she sees it, spitting out her water while Courtney spits out theirs from laughing. Shayne and Spencer spit their water out a second later.

It turns out that Trevor is in the Freddy suit which makes Y/N surprised. “I would’ve never guessed it was Trev. Honestly.” She says, laughing as Trevor talks about how he can’t see anything.

Ian goes next, using a speaker to play some sound effects. Courtney, Y/N and Spencer laughed and then suddenly it’s Ian reading straight from Twilight. Y/N grips Spencer’s arm as she starts laughing even more, “I can’t, I can’t” She says breathless as she holds onto him for support.

Next is Olivia, who makes everyone laugh with her gagging and farting before she comes out as Boneless. She gives Courtney two paintings she did before leaving.

Erin D walks out dressed as Gerald Cakes and does a little and turns before saying “I’m on my way.” Making all four spit out their water as she twerks. 

Damien is next and Tommy walks out first. The four wait until Damien walks out dressed like Baron Harkonnen, he doesn’t even get to do anything as Y/N already spits out her water from laughing. The bit gets better as it goes on, everyone spits out their water before it’s over.

Vida comes out next with a ukulele. “There’s nowhere to- actually. There’s a lot of places to masterbate when you’re at Smosh.” She sings, making everyone shocked. Courtney covers their mouth while Shayne turns away. Y/N and Spencer look at the crew shocked while she grabs his hand.

“Just don’t tell my boss.” Vida sings, Shyne spits out his water almost immediately. “And as my gift for you, I’ll share a few.” Y/N squeezes Spencer’s hand, getting ready for whatever is about to happen.

“So the crying bathroom’s obvious and the voice over booth.” Courtney spits out her water at the one. “You can use Ian’s office, just make sure Ian’s through.” Spencer lets the water out of his mouth, shocked that this is going on. Y/N remains the only one with water in her mouth.

“On the games stage, you can master your moose.” Y/N spits out her water at that as Spencer quickly shakes his head. “Dear god, please no!” She begs looking at the camera. Vida soon ends her song to applause as everyone laughs, shocked at the whole thing.

Brett Miller, comes out and sings Court happy birthday as Marylin Monroe. The final one before they switch out is Bailey. Emily gives the all clear and the four wait, she doesn’t walk out from behind the divider.

“So, guys, do you have any plans after this?” Bailey’s voice asks from behind and they look to see her dressed as Bystander. They all spit out their water as Y/N and Courtney scream.

Angela runs out screaming, “He won’t leave me alone.” The two do the bystander bit and after it’s time to switch out.

Y/N, Shayne, and Spencer walk behind the divider as Ian and Olivia sit with Court. “So, Spence, I think we should do our bit together.” She suggests, looking at her boyfriend excited. “What do you have in mind? You look very mischievous.” He asks, a little nervous.

She whispers the plan in his ear, making him smirk as the plan is genius. “Ooo, Tommy! Come here!” Y/N says, pulling the man in and she fills him in on the plan.

A few minutes later it’s Spencer and Y/N’s turn. Tommy walks out first, a bow tie around his neck and book in hand. Courtney looks at him confused until Y/N walks out in a white outfit with a veil on her head. Spencer then walks out with a tie around his neck, the crew screams in excitement as they try to see if what’s about to happen, happens.

“Dearly beloved cast and crew, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of the Courtney wannabe and Shayne wannabe.” Courtney spits out their water as they laugh. “Do you take each other to be wedded husband and wife?” Tommy asks, “I do.” Spencer and Y/N say in unison.

“By the power vested in me and the state of Smosh. You are officially copycats!” He declares as Spencer dips Y/N and kisses her. The cast and crew cheer as they stand up straight. “We really aren't’ going to beat the rumors now huh?” Y/N jokes and Spencer shrugs before they walk back behind the divider.

Once the two are behind it, they start laughing as he pulls her into his arms. “Maybe that’ll be real one day.” She looks at him with a raised brow, “Maybe? I was hoping for definitely.” He chuckles before kissing her cheek.

[sickeninglyshoujo]

a/n: here's gaz my beloved, only one more part to this self-indulgent series left and thats koni. tagging @ahopelesspedantic as she wanted to know whether gaz was on the way

part 1: simon here

part 2: price here

part 3: soap here

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warnings: pregnancy

word count: 1.7k

With Gaz it’s a surprise

You hadn’t discussed children before, hadn’t discussed much of the future. With Gaz, you often lived in the moment. In the day to day, ignoring his future deployment dates in favor of tomorrow’s dinner date where he promised you takeaway and reality tv. Neither of you minded that. Especially with the nature of Gaz’s job. 

You love Gaz the most when your legs are slung over his lap and hes commentating on the dumb military drama he insists on watching (“Tha’ bloke has the captain’s dick tickler.”) It feels so gently domestic it makes your heart hurt.

His face breaks into a grin when he sees you outside his door one rainy evening but it quickly falls when he sees your tear stained face. 

“Lovie what’s wrong?” And that’s all it takes to send you falling into his broad chest and clinging to him before he can even wrap his arms around you, stunned at your reaction. You rarely cried and even more rarely was it in front of him.

“G-Gaz I f-fucked up!”

“Lovie?” He can barely make out the words from where you mumble them into his a-shirt.

You couldn’t bear to look at his face, instead preferring to push yours into his chest. Even in your current state you relaxed into him and became boneless, he’d always made you feel so safe with his biceps wrapped around your shoulders.

“‘M pregnant, Gaz,” you pressed yourself further into him, hoping his chest would open up and you could climb inside of him and ignore what a mess you’d made of things, of this perfect thing you had with Kyle.

“What was that, Lovie I can barely hear you?” He tries to gently pull you from your burrow.

You couldn’t say it again. Instead you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the tests. A handful of them. You didn’t think you’d ever chugged so much water and juice and soda before, having to generate enough pee for all of them. The thought of any more liquid passing your lips nearly making you want to retch.

Gaz looked at the brightly colored sticks in your hands with pluses and smiley faces and the word ‘Pregnant’ on them and you could see the wheels turning 

“I had to be sure before I told you that’s why there’s so many.”

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

You hadn’t even gotten to that thought yet, only that there was a tiny clump of cells somewhere inside of you and that Gaz had helped create it. You hadn’t been sure of how he’d take the news, only that you had to tell him and had driven to his apartment immediately to tell him. You hadn’t even considered that either you’d give birth to Gaz’s baby or…

“…yes”

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He pulled you back into his chest before lifting you off your feet and spinning you

Gaz took you out the next day to buy armfuls of pregnancy and baby books, beaming as the cashier rang up each one.

You began to spend your evenings with your head resting in Gaz’s lap as he read the baby books to you, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while he studied.

“Gaz you know you don’t need to read every baby book!”

“I have to, what if the baby quizzes me when they’re born!”

Has had your go-bag ready since week 20, packing it himself and surprising you one day when you found it on the ottoman in your bedroom.

You hadn’t recognized the sturdy black duffel and blanched when you saw it, thinking that this was finally his way of telling you he had reached his limit and was leaving you, that he couldn’t handle becoming a dad, that he hadn’t asked for any of this. Trembling fingers shook as you unzipped the duffel, hysterical giggles bursting out when you saw instead of his belongings neatly packed inside, were a tiny stack of colorful baby onesies and blankets folded to army regulations and nestled on top of sets of comfortable clothing for you as well.

“Lovie?” Gaz had been summoned by your giggling steadily rising in volume, and rounded the door to see you nearly in tears holding up a tiny and soft white onesie, “Lovie, is everything alright?” Concern painted his face making your tears of laughter fall harder.

Shopping for baby gear with Gaz is a treat. He stares at the car seat displays lining the wall, “Why would the car seat need to rotate? Isn’t the point that they stay still in them?”

You smack his arm, “It’s to make unloading them easier in the car!”

“Seems like an awfully stupid feature for it to cost $200 more than the one that doesn’t spin. Why does it have so many straps?”

“They’re supposed to keep the baby safe in case of a car crash by having more points of contact.”

“Seems rather stupid to plan for getting into a crash with a baby in the car.”

Gaz has gone from being your casual boyfriend with few strings attached to becoming a practical Mother Hen. He’s penciled every one of your appointments onto his calendar, taking leave on strategic weeks to ensure he makes the most important ones. He keeps a copy of the ultrasound in his breast pocket when he’s on duty, taking it out in the evenings he’s on base to look over the growing bundle, not noticing the creases and crinkles that were embedded in the thin paper.

When you enter labor he’s white as a ghost, but all business, gathering you and the baby bag, hustling you out the door and into his idling car. He breaks the speed limit on the way to the hospital and ignores your pleas to slow down, the contractions aren’t that close yet.

“Just gotta get there,” He keeps muttering to himself.

He lets you do the talking to the receptionist, lets the nurse wheel you through the hospital, close on her heels the entire time.

While you’re going through the routine medical history once you’re changed into a gown and settled into a bed, Kyle settles his forehead onto clasped palms.

“Kyle, it’ll be fine,” You coo at him, “Remember you were excited for this!”

“...Is it too late to use a condom?”

The nurse returns to the room because of your hysterical laughter bleeding all the way down the hall to the nurses station.

Kyle pointedly focuses on your face throughout the birth, petting back your hair from your face, not caring that its sticky and tangled from sweat.

“Hey there,” He coos at the baby bundled into your arms, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Kyle, he looks just like you,” You reach up and tug on his shirt collar, pulling him into a kiss, “Thank you.”

“For what , love?”

“For our baby.”

Kyle had gone from being a situationship to slotting himself into your life as a permanent fixture. He broke the lease on his apartment months before the baby was due and moved into yours. It warmed your heart to see his toothbrush in the cup next to yours, the satin pillowcase he gifted you when he realized you slept on cotton (“This is so much better for your hair and skin, lovie”), the empty mug from his tea he never rinsed and put into the washer and instead left in the sink.

You didn’t expect the matching red plaid christmas pajamas that Kyle bought you and the baby. You certainly didn’t expect him to also buy himself a set to match along with you and your son

“We have to make this memorable, it’s his first Christmas,” He explains trying to get the baby’s wiggling arms into the onesie.

“It’s our first Christmas too, you know!”

“Yeah, about that…The baby’s kind of your Christmas gift this year.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks Kyle, next year though I’d prefer a gift that doesn’t spit up on me when he hasn’t been burped.”

You hadn’t expected a gift from him as he had recently come home from a brief training stint on base. Regardless you bought some for your son (‘From Mom and Dad!’ penned onto them), excitedly watching as the near nine month old tear at the paper you had loosely draped over his presents. 

Kyle had already opened his gift from you, a fancy cologne that he’d gotten earlier in a trial size that you loved when he wore, nuzzling deeply into his neck to smell it each time.

“Love, is this a present for me or for you?” He quipped, kissing the corner of your smiling mouth.

“For my nose and for your love of attention more like.”

“Thank you, dove.”

“Guess its time for your real gift now,” Kyle said.

“I thought our son was my gift,” You poke him in the ribs.

“It’s nothing much, just something I’ve been meaning to give you for a while now.”

“Kyle?”

He pulls a small box wrapped in cheery red paper with a gold bow on top of it from his pocket.

He notes the confusion on your face as you tear gently at a flap in the wrapping, “You really didn’t have to get me anything, Kyle.”

“Yeah, I did,” He says as the velvet of the box is revealed.

“Kyle?” You turn to him from staring at the box, you watch as he gets up from where he’s lounged on the couch with an arm slung over the back to kneeling in front of you.

He takes the still unopened box from out of your hands and opens it for you, “I know we’re doing things a bit out of order, having the baby first, but love, I want to do this the right way for you. Will you marry me?”

“Kyle!” You finally manage.

“Love, please answer me, I’m beginning to think you only want me for my sperm.”

“Kyle, you idiot, of course! Yes!” Tears are flowing now and you can barely see through them as he slips the ring onto your finger.

a/n: reblogs and comments feed me. talk to me about cod dads

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

kinktober, day seventeen

warnings: spencer reid x reader, smut, established relationship, aftercare, kissing, cuddling

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“What’s so funny?” Spencer pointed out your toothy grin and the airy giggle that ever flowed from it. 

“Nothing’s funny,” completely boneless, you gazed up at your partner as he tossed the spent condom into the nearby bin, “that was just-… wow…”

Curling his arm behind your neck like an extra pillow, he smiled, “it was pretty wow, wasn’t it?” 

Locking eyes with him, you then uttered in utmost adoration, “I love you so much,” craning up to kiss his lips softly. 

“I love you, I love you,” he murmured between pecks. Tangled in the sheets, his long arms still enveloped your form as he peeked up at the small clock on the bedside table behind you, a heavy sigh promptly escaping his lungs as he read the time, “but I really gotta get up and go to work…”

“No, don’t!” you locked your arms around his neck, “be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me!” 

“I would love nothing more, but have to,” he cocked his head glumly to the side, “baby, please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you loosened your jesting grip a bit, “I’m not looking at you in any sort of way. Go to work, save the world, I’ll see you later.” 

Eyes narrowing for but a moment, you then heard him utter, “…I could just tell Hotch that there was a problem with the metro this morning,” causing the bright grin to return to your lips. 

“Or that you had a dentist appointment you forgot to notify him about.” 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[puck-luck]

take my medicine | cole caufield

warnings: oral (fem!receiving), masturbation pairing: cole caufield x fem!reader requests: “subby cole caufield (not sure if people will agree with me on this but i always think of coley as a sub)” wc: 915

You knew something was up when you turned on Game 7 of the Stars and Golden Knights and Cole didn’t want to watch. He kept his face firmly buried in your neck and whined when you removed your hands from their position in his hair. He raised his arms and found your hand, returning it to his head. You scratched his scalp, running your fingers through his hair, and he sighed in content.

“You okay, Coley?” You asked, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. 

“Miss you,” Cole replied, voice muffled.

You let out a small laugh. “Baby, I’m right here.”

Cole tore his head from its place in the crook of your neck and pouted at you. 

You pushed his hair out of his face and tilted your head. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice laced with concern.

Cole flopped back down on top of you, tucking his face back into your neck and mouthing over the skin until you giggled. 

You threaded your fingers through Cole’s hair, which he had really grown out since the end of his season, and pulled him away from you. “Co, baby, really. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Cole groaned, leaning into your touch. “Just feeling funky.”

“Well, why don’t we get your mind off it?” You offered, pushing Cole up by his shoulders until he was sitting back on his knees. He didn’t make it easy for you, practically going boneless with his desire to cuddle you and return his face to the safety of your neck, but when you spread your legs, Cole’s attitude changed. 

His eyes lit up and he smiled, his dimples indenting his cheeks. Still, he sat back on his heels prettily and waited for you to give him permission to touch you. “A little medicine?” He teased.

“Make me feel good,” You corrected Cole with a nod.

He pulled your clothing down past your knees, leaving it bundled at your ankles. Cole leaned down and let a line of saliva drip into your folds, but he didn’t allow it to creep over your skin in its goosebump-raising way for long. His tongue met the line of spit and massaged it into your skin, licking up your slit in long passes, much like licking a popsicle. 

Cole hummed happily, his eyes drifting shut as he continued to eat your pussy. 

You turned your attention back to the hockey game on the screen, one hand finding its way back to Cole’s hair and resting there. The other rested on your stomach, holding the remote. You breathed in and out evenly, not giving Cole the slightest bit of attention. 

He had told you long ago that he wanted to earn your attention, especially when you were allowing him to eat you out. Your sweet Cole only ever wanted you to praise him when he had done something deserving of praise, something that had made you feel good. 

The memory made you smile– when Cole finally admitted this feeling to you, having snuck under the dining room table where you were doing homework before you had graduated and planted himself firmly between your legs. “Just– wanna eat you out, you don’t even have to look at me,” Cole had whined, his touch ghosting over your core. His mood that day had reflected his mood today– not knowing why something was wrong, but it was, and the only way to solve it was to get his mouth on you, to make his pretty girl come.

“Feels good, Co,” You murmured as Cole suckled on your clit, his eyes opening slowly and gazing at you with pure affection. They were almost cloudy with his love.

Your climax built steadily. Cole’s hands remained in place, one on your thigh and one in his own shorts, circling the base of his cock but not stroking it. His mouth did all the work, his tongue flicking your clit and prodding at your hole. He worked his spit into your hole, which caused you to clench down on his tongue and let out a moan. You pulled his hair and he purred, doubling down on his efforts. You ground down on Cole’s face, his nose bumping your clit, until the coil inside of you snapped and your orgasm washed over you.

Cole continued to watch you, eyes wide, as you recovered and found your breath. 

“Fuck your hand, baby,” You told him. “Wanna see you come.”

Cole moved as if he were a marionette, just waiting for you to pull his strings. He fucked into his fist, feeling the drag of the couch cushion underneath him. It only took a minute or two, Cole knowing how to bring himself to orgasm better than you after years of getting himself off under his covers with baited breath. He kissed your pussy as he came, groaning as the pleasure overtook him. 

“So pretty,” You praised. “Come up here. Come cuddle.” You reached over to the coffee table, barely grabbing a few tissues from the box that you had left there after overcoming a cold a few weeks prior. Now, they came in handy as you wiped the come from Cole’s hand.

Cole returned his face to the crook of your neck and sighed, reaching his arms around your waist to hug you tightly. He drifted off with your hands back in his hair, playing with it and soothing him, the sound of playoff hockey filling your living room and lulling him to sleep.

note: sweet baby Cole is a) my husband b) the cutest lil thang and c) definitely has a service kink… even if he’s not a subby guy… he gets off on making you feel good. that’s MY personal headcanon about him. hi Co! genuinely give me one chance, i could make your 5’8” ass feel so tall all the time and i would laugh at all your terrible jokes.

[shalomniscient]

saw this post by @sea-lanterns and proceeded to be unwell, nsft utc—

cw. blowjobs, deepthroating

need to suck arle off so badly it’s INSANE ?? the way i need her to put me on my knees, face level with her long, veiny cock. need her to run her fingers through my hair, long nails scratching my scalp as she guides my mouth to her tip that’s leaking thick, white precum.

she’ll sigh so prettily when your lips finally wrap around her dripping cockhead, the feeling of your tongue swirling on the slit and lapping up her precum making her entire body feel like it might go boneless. she’ll tug your hair a little, just so she can look in your eyes and say, “you can take more, can’t you baby?”

she doesn’t even give you a chance to nod—she already knows you want this, want her cock so bad—before she’s pushing deeper into your mouth until her tip hits the back of your throat. she groans at the warmth of your mouth around her length, and her dick twitches when she notices the tears pricking at your eyes.

“go on,” she commands, “suck, like the good whore you are, hm?”

you shiver but need no extra encouragement. you hollow your cheeks and run your tongue along the underside of her shaft, the weight of her on your tongue making you dizzy with pleasure. arlecchino watches you suck her off with sharp, predatory eyes that narrow as you start to move your head back and forth, dragging your lips up and down her length. you drag your tongue along a prominent vein as you pull back, popping off to kitten lick at her slit and suck on her tip, before going back down again. the wet, slurping sounds echo in the room but neither of you care.

she lets you go at your own pace for a while, before she’s gathering more of your hair in her grip, and you know all too well what’s about to happen—it makes you leak an embarassing amount into your panties. arlecchino taps your cheek twice, physical command to look up, and you obey.

you keep obeying, even as more tears sting your eyes as arlecchino forces you down further onto her cock until your nose brushes her pelvis. your throat spasms around the intrusion as it widens to make room for arlecchino’s sheer thickness, and you force yourself to breathe in through your nose now that your throat is stuffed full of her cock.

above you, arlecchino hisses in pleasure, dick pulsing with need. “so fucking tight, baby,” she breathes out, the red Xs of her eyes especially bright now that the black of her pupils have nearly swallowed her iris whole. “feel so fucking good.”

you preen at the praise, even as tears slip down your cheeks. arlecchino brushes them away with her thumb, and for a while admires the sight of your lips wrapped around the base of her cock as you look up at her from on your knees. it doesn’t last long before she’s drawing her hips back, slowly, then snapping them forward roughly. you gag at the sensation of your throat being harshly forced open over and over but you can’t deny the pleasure zipping up your spine and pooling into your panties.

arlecchino fucks your mouth and throat like it’s her own personal fleshlight, and you fucking love it. all you do is kneel and take it, eyes fluttering shut as you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue to increase the stimulation. arlecchino curses above you, another hand tangling in your hair to hold your head in place as she starts reaching her peak.

“gonna swallow it all like a good girl,” she pants, roughly fucking into your mouth, your nose making contact with her pelvis with each thrust. you only manage a garbled moan in response, the vibrations only adding to the sensations on her cock. her hips start to stutter and you know she’s, so, so close so you open your eyes and give her your best pleading look, mascara runny and eyes red and lips spread around her thick base and arlecchino can’t hold it back anymore.

she cums with a snarl, forcing your head down on her cock as she shoots her load down your throat. you choke and gag on her dick but go cross eyed all the same, doing your best to swallow every last drop of cum spurting from her tip. but there’s just so much that it leaks out from the seal of your lips on her base and trickles down your chin. you inhale deep breaths of air through your nose as arlecchino keeps you there for archons knows how long until she’s finally pulling your head off, and her cock slips out of your mouth with a pop. she doesn’t go far, however, and rests her slick cock on your face. the scent of her musk fills your senses and you shiver.

“open,” she orders, and you obediently listen, opening your mouth. she hums, pleased, when she sees not a drop left of her cum in your mouth. she wipes some of the excess from your chin, then pats your cheek affectionately.

“on your feet, baby. i’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy next.”

[twst-drabbles]

Azul 25

Summary: Azul is in your hands. You're pressing your thumbs all over his little chubby self. Turns out he's rather ticklish.

(Wouldn't it be fun to have a stress ball in the shape of a baby Azul? Well, not fun, but at least nice.)

Another day of cleaning the tank and you're just about to transfer Azul over to the bucket with Jade and Floyd.

"Hey, little Guppy," you brought him out with both hands, supporting his back with your fingers.

He looked at you and moped. He practically drooped right through his fingers, acting as boneless as possible.

"Yeah yeah, I know," you blew into Azul's face just to annoy him a bit, "I hate being woken up from my naps too, but I need to clean the tank. It's too gunky."

It's pretty much your fault that you left the tank alone for as long as you have. You really wish you could get some kind of sea slug to put in there and clean the tank up, but your pets love to chew at anything that move. Especially Jade and Floyd. They can pretend to be innocent all they like, you know they would slurp the poor slug up in a heartbeat.

Azul pathetically reached for the tank, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into his clam shell and close the world off, but it was a weak attempt at best.

"I'll be done in a minute, okay? Just be patient." Then you stroked your thumbs over his belly.

Water sputtered out of Azul's mouth and over your fingers. He chipped and chirped, flailed his tendrils about like he was actually angry at you, but you pressed again and he dissolved into laughter.

"Huh." Okay, this is new.

Azul stilled then looked up at you, as though looking for any sign that he did something wrong. He curled his tendrils over your thumbs, but that didn't stop you from poking the sides of his stomach. Azul seized then gave a high pitched trill of delight. He squirmed in your grip as you attacked his belly.

This is cute. You're little Guppy's adorable.

"Alright, I'm stopping," you lifted your thumbs off just as Azul ran out of breath and entered the silent laughter stage. "Sorry about that. That's was real fun, little buddy."

Azul panted, gripping your fingers real tight as though he ran a marathon.

He huffed once more as soon as he remembered you took him out of his napping spot. But, the smile that keeps trying to break through told you how he's truly feeling.

"Here you go," you let Azul crawl out of your hand and watch as he drifted down to the sand below. He deflated into a flat puddle of himself. Jade and Floyd swam over from their impromptu race and poked at him.

Well, guess you tired him out, huh? You did make him laugh pretty hard. Your bad.

You will do it again though.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

okay babes, requesting this for my own selfish needs.

sunshine steve or eddie, whichever you prefer, totally babying/fawning over sleepy reader when she gets home really late at night from work.

I wrote this in my notes app and a customer interrupted all train of thought idk if this is the vibe sorry sorry sorry 🧡

Your mood was sour by the time you dragged yourself home from work. The day was awful, the traffic on the way into Hawkins was even more so and the skies had been a permanent shade of grey.

Worse still, Steve’s car wasn’t in the drive when you finally pulled into street. Your sour mood was practically curdling, a frown pinching at the skin between your brows as you pulled yourself up the stairs and through the door. You bypassed the kitchen, ignored the laundry basket full of clothes and dropped yourself onto your bed with an awful mix of guilt and dejection pulling at your chest. But sleep overtook it all too easily, especially after hours of paperwork and spreadsheets.

It was easy to let the pile of pillows take you in, bedsheets that smelled like fresh laundry and Steve’s cologne. You dozed until the door opened an hour later, the sound of soft footsteps coming down the hall, a happy, muffled hum of a song you didn’t know coming from the kitchen.

And when Steve realised you weren’t anywhere to be found, the bedroom door opened gently and you stirred, still frowning, like you couldn’t rid yourself of the bad day even after a nap. But the boy was flopping into bed with you, all smiles, flushed cheeks from the harsh wind that was still blowing at the window panes, his arms winding around your waist.

“Sleepy?” He asked, his face finding your neck. You grunted an agreement, clinging to him, suddenly desperate to be close, close, closer. Steve felt your hands sneak up the sides of his shirt, your nose pressed to his cheek. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” you lamented, squirming further into him, pressing him down into the bedsheets until he grinned. Steve hated that you’d had a bad day, but he loved that he could fix it. “M’so tired.”

“Baby,” Steve cooed, letting you clamber over him, knees slipping over his thighs until you were lazed on top, a koala bear-esque hug that had you wrapped around him. You made a pathetic noise, tucking your head under Steve’s chin. “Baby.”

“Want food?” He asked, quiet enough that you could hear the start of rain.

You shook your head, melting into him, boneless against his chest and inhaling his cologne, the laundry detergent you shared, the body wash he’d stolen from your bathroom shelf.

“Want this?” Steve tried again and he smiled when you nodded, pleased with himself. “Gonna let me love on you? Make my poor girl feel better?”

You answered with a soft sigh, head tilting to the side without a fight when Steve nosed at your jaw, kissing down the line of it, warm breath over your neck, open mouth kisses over the column of it. He turned you both over, dropping you back into the sheets so he could move over you, hands braced either side of your arms. He didn’t stop his kissing, just placed them where he could find skin, pulling at your collar to nose at the softness there.

“So sleepy,” he remarked, affection thick in his tone. You blinked up at him, stifling a yawn, gaze a little unfocused from the way he’d let his tongue graze over the pulse point on your throat. “Just the sleepiest girl, huh?”

You pouted at his words, warm with Steve pressed over you, hot from his syrupy sweet words. Every touch was fond, achingly soft in every way.

You only tore yourself away from him to let out the yawn you’d been trying to hold back, eyes and nose crinkling, arms lifting up above you until your bones cracked and loosened. Steve watched you the entire time, an awful lot of adoration in his eyes.

He grinned, poking at the soft stripe of your stomach that appeared when your shirt lifted. “Ooh,” he pouted, “big stretch.”

You grinned for the first time, eyes rolling and snorting a soft laugh before you pulled at his shoulders, silently demanding he cover you in his weight and affection once more.

Of course, he obliged.

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 12: Flower Petals

Bearblr Promptober Day 12: Blindfolds

Summary: In which Carmy's girlfriend suggests a blindfold to see if he can perceive better touch that way.

Warnings: Swearing, written with fem reader who is a trauma surgeon (nothing gross described) in mind, she/her pronouns, blindfolding, nervous bean Carmy, fluff.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Reblogs appreciated. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

12 Oct 2024 Learned a new thing: I love blindfolds.

I can’t feel all that well with my hands, right? Well, with my fingers, which doesn’t help too much when I’m feeling up Darling. It’s been affecting me more than I thought it was, made especially apparent since I noticed the discrepancy in sensation, somehow even more so since she’s been getting handsier with me. She’s found the spots that make my muscles unfurl, the ones that make me melt into a boneless heap on the couch, and the ones that make me go bright red in the face. She’s found the ones that soothe her to touch—ghosting her thumb over my knuckles, twirling a lock of my hair around her finger, a recent favorite of hers seems to be slipping her thumb or fingers into my mouth (yes, it fucks me up. No, that’s not what this is about).

Meanwhile, I run my fingers through her hair, and it just doesn’t really feel right? Like, I feel something, of course, but it’s dull, and I want more to squeeze a fistful of the strands, to dig my thumb into the sections of her braid so I can actually feel any of it.

So, she suggests I try blindfolding myself.

“Why would I want to do that?” Shit, that sounded terrified. “Uh, I-I just want to understand your reasoning.”

“Are you nervous, baby?” she asked, settling on the edge of the bed next to me.

Of course, she caught it.

I raked my hair back. “Uh, yeah? I guess? I, uh…” No, I’m not getting locked up again, even if my face started going warm. “Tell-tell me more about it.”

She folded her thin, green scarf into a narrow strip in her lap. “Well, when you don’t have information from your eyes to rely on, your brain has to rely on information from other places. Sometimes, it can make you perceive other sensory input better. You might be able to learn how to focus on what you feel more so that you can then do that without having to use an actual blindfold.”

“Why can’t I just close my eyes?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I suppose you can, but the blindfold is a signal to your brain that your eyes can’t be used for a while. Trust me, if you can, you will open your eyes and just look.”

I suppressed a smirk. “You’ve done this before.”

She nodded.

“Okay.” I folded one leg up on the bed so I could turn towards her.

“We should have a safe word. Something that will come to mind and that signals to me that you immediately need this to stop.”

“Why not ‘stop?’” I felt stupid asking, but I knew she wouldn’t laugh at me.

“Um. There are reasons, but we’re going to get really off topic really fast if I get into them.”

“Will you explain them after?”

“Sure.”

“Nickel.”

She tilted her head.

“Nickel. ‘If I had a nickel…’ Don’t ask me why it doesn’t leave my head, I have no idea.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is that like… a song…?”

“I-I honestly don’t know where I got it from.”

“Okay. Nickel.” She smiled. Cradled my face in her hand. “Come on. We should be comfy for this.”

We settled into bed on our usual sides, just my little lamp on to provide some light, should I need the blindfold off in a hurry. My heart thundered in my ribcage. Breaths came out truncated. I wouldn’t be restrained, I could get the thing off immediately, and she’d seen all of me before—in every sense of the word. She’d seen me be sick, writhe in pain in my sleep, kick the covers in the throes of nightmares, melt into a useless puddle when she pressed ice to my chest, sleepily babble nonsense to her when I woke up at 2 am unable to go back to sleep, walk in circles in the living room for an hour because I couldn’t stop thinking and my legs wouldn’t stop moving; she’d seen everything. But I didn’t even know what I should expect out of myself when I was blindfolded, so could I expect the same loving understanding from her? Thinking back on it now, yeah, I should’ve. But in the moment? In the moment, it scared the fuck out of me.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” she whispered.

I did, and the soft fabric of her scarf laid over my eyes. She tied it behind my head, snug enough not to slip off. It honestly soothed some of the mild headache I didn’t know I had. This weird tightness behind my eyes and in my temples. She slid her hands down to my neck, stroked my jaw with her thumbs. Kissed my forehead.

She placed my hand on her outstretched one, and pretty instantly, I could tell my sense of touch was different. I traced lines in her palm, felt tendons tighten under her skin when I flattened her fingers, found a little scar on the furthest knuckle of her thumb. Raised line, glassy smooth, disappeared when she bent the joint. I’d never noticed that her nailbeds were shorter than mine, that her fingernails had the smallest ridges when I rubbed across them.

“My pulse is here,” she whispered, directing my index and middle finger into a soft valley between two bands of tendon—one tight, thin, fine, like a guitar string, and the other thicker, more substantial, more like a pencil. I picked up a pulse. Fast. Faster than her heart beats when I lay my head on her chest as we doze off.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“No.” She was right about the blindfold being necessary because I wanted nothing more than to see her face, read her eyes. “No, um. It feels really good.”

I trailed my hand up her arm, noticed the little hairs on it that I hadn’t before. Found my way to the strap of her tank top—no bra, good foresight—then to the ridge of her collarbone. Her skin was so soft, still like it was made of fine materials, but because my mouth had done the exploring there before, I knew I couldn’t feel how supple it actually was with my fingers. The best I got was an approximation of soft, and that—it astounds me how fast this happened—abruptly wasn’t enough.

I caged her in my arms and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.

“Oh.” She coiled her arms around my shoulders, wove her fingers into my hair. Pressed closer.

Feeling her with my mouth I’d done countless times, but the blindfold. The blindfold did something impossible—it made her skin seem even softer. That velvety, almost cool-to-the-touch texture of a fresh rose petal, one that threatens to disintegrate between your fingers, that you could lay on your tongue and imagine dissolving into sweetness. Forget feeling with my hands, I needed to taste her, every bit of her, to get lost in blooms of flower petals wherever my lips and tongue pressed. I lifted her tank top off and kissed my way down her full breast, dragged my tongue over a hardened nub, and the breathless gasp that caught in her throat, the way her fingernails dug into the back of my shoulder and my scalp—it was the entire universe.

“Carmy—oh fuck—Carmy? Baby?” She whimpered, voice half-strangled.

I managed a hum of acknowledgement.

“Please keep—Oh… That…”

I’d already begun kissing down her stomach while retreating under the covers.

[bb-eilish]

two faced

pairing; lee know x ceo!fem!reader

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“Fuck, look at you. Do you think the workers you made cry today know you submit yourself so easily to me?” He was right, nobody at your work would probably believe you if you told them about this part of your life.

Earlier today you had your temper slip a bit. Being the CEO of a company is by no means easy so when some of your employees fucked up the only work you expect of them, you lost it. But that doesn’t matter now, you being on your knees in front of Minho could only lead to good things.

“Min.” You whine, shyly looking away. But with a firm grip on your chin, he keeps the heated contact going.

“You sucked me off so well, as always, baby. Do you want a reward?”

“Yes, please”

“So greedy, just how I like you.” A panty dropping smirk graces his face before he snaps his fingers, pointing towards the unmade bed. He looks expectingly at you before you follow his silent command.

“Are you kidding me, Sarah? You had ONE job today, what do you mean you didn’t know? I wrote down the exact instructions.” The vein popping out of your neck made the trembling woman infront of you cower that much more.

“Ms. L/n, it was an accident. She didn’t mean to.” Came from beside you, your heated glare met another set of nervous eyes before you saw red.

“Wider.” He states before knocking your legs apart more, being in this position is so exposing. Reddened ass in the air, legs wide apart.

Minho didn’t waste any time before grabbing your hips with one hand and dragging his tip through your wetness, the sounds and complaints you make knock down his self control brick by brick.

He finally pushes in with a cuss word slipping out of throat.

Sometimes he can’t believe it either, you being such a big shot CEO who lets him do whatever he wants to your body. He swears he hit the jackpot, so who could blame him when he starts spewing pure sin the second he starts to get worked up.

“My favorite girl has such a sweet cunt, so wet and fucking tight.” He harshly breathes out through clenched teeth. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this? Hm? Needy and fucked out.”

“Minho-fuck- so big.” Your sentence ends with a high pitched whine and it had Minho throbbing inside of you. You wouldn’t be able to feel it though, with the way you’re throbbing as well. Especially when his hands snakes up your neck and grips the hair at the back of your head, he presses the side of your face further into the mattress and all thoughts instantly cease. All you can think of is the feeling of when he bottoms out in you.

It has your toes curling and legs wobbling.

“God i’m so fucking close , Baby. Gonna fill you up, have you walk around the office stuffed to the brim with me. Would you like that? Or maybe i’d come and give it to you in your office, wanna put on a show for your workers?”

His hand slips under you and thrums your clit, you didn’t even realize how close you were. That is until you’re suddenly going tense and partially deaf, a ringing takes over your ears as your mouth falls open-legs finally shaking. He breathes out an amused chuckle that turns into a moan as he ruts into you.

The sweaty grip he has on your hair tightens as he comes, not wasting a drop as he pushes deeper into you. The feeling has you gripping the sheets tight before he comes to a stop.

His fist unclenches as moves from your head as he grabs you to lay down on your back along side him, which is good because you were basically boneless and floating.

Once he sees you start to come back he speaks up, “I wasn’t kidding about the office.”

“Minho!”

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Jake Sully, NSFW thoughts

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Mdni. Any other ideas or requests are welcome!!

Warnings: smut (obviously). Degradation and praise. A little bit of breeding kink. Dacryphilia. Rough sex. Uh. Idk, Jake being the daddy he is tbh. Aftercare with the big blue Daddy. If I miss anything, lmk!

Jake can be as mean during sex as he is charming and cocky. He will pin you down and make you whine and beg and cry while he watches you take his cock.

He loves seeing you helpless, strewn across the grassy ground, your body shaking and your words unintelligible as he pounds you over and over with his cock.

“Look at you, such a whore for me. Such a good slut. You love being my cocksleeve, don't you, baby? You love it when I use your tight little pussy, huh?”

He loves to stretch you out, be it gradually or a little bit more suddenly. He likes the way your ears fold back and your pupils dilate when you feel his cock force you open. He likes the little gasp that leaves your lips with the first thrust. It's a sound he can never get enough of. So, he'll pound you harder with each thrust in hopes of hearing your little sigh again.

When you cry, he likes to make you talk. He likes hearing you sob under him, cry his name, blubber out a half-witted response, more mewls than words.

And he'll make you repeat it, too. And louder. Just for his sake.

“What was that? I can't understand you, girl. Speak up,” he orders while relentlessly fucking you.

One of his favorite positions is doggy. Mostly because he can see the way your ass bounces against his thighs, and he loves to push your chest down into the ground so your back arches. He loves the way your nails dig into the dirt, the way your tail wraps around his thigh. He'll pull your hair, too. Sometimes, if you're being really bratty or he's really in the mood, he'll pull you up against him by your hair, reveling in your squeals of delight, and then he'll wrap a hand around your throat and whisper filth into your ear.

“My slut. Look at yourself, taking my cock so well. You're such a dirty girl. So pretty, and so dirty. I love the way you cry, baby. I love the way your body shakes. You're so small, babygirl. So tiny...I can wrap my hand around your neck and just use you like the good little cumslut you are.”

He likes it when your ride him, too. He loves to place his hands on your hips, lead your movements, while his eyes are locked on your bouncing breasts. If he's sitting up, leaning against something while you ride him, he'll dip his head between your tits, licking and sucking your nipples, kissing your breasts and leaving hickeys across your collarbone and shoulders and neck.

Sometimes, he likes to have you under him, too. Especially when you've both had a long day or a near-death experience. He'll fuck you slow, groaning every time your nails scrape his shoulder blades. He'll take his time with you, eating you out and making you come two or three times before sliding his cock into you. He'll kiss you softly, thrusts slow and hard and deep. He'll tell you he loves you repeatedly, he'll praise you constantly, and he won't stop fucking you until you're shaking, a boneless mess beneath him. It's usually now that he'll be extra generous with the praise, making sure he tells you how much he adores and worships you.

“There you go. That's it, baby. Good girl,” he hums softly, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Taking me so well. Atta girl.” He licks his way across your jaw, burying his face in your neck. “You know I love you, right? I love you to the point that when you're around me, I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't do anything but realize how fucking lucky I am to have you with me, baby. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you so much, my girl.”

And aftercare with Jake is the best. He'll hold you against him, caressing your skin, maybe massaging you if he was particularly rough. He'll kiss you all over, whisper into your ear, spoon you and hold you close as you fall asleep. He'll clean you up, too. Usually, with his tongue. On occasion, when he's particularly filthy, he'll push his cum back into you, keeping it there.

“Imma give you a baby, girl. You want to have my baby? You want to be full with my child?” He'll kiss your lower stomach and say, “I hope I get you pregnant. I can't wait to make a family with you, my girl. I love you so much.”

[heartofjasmina]

ok i’m sure you’re gonna read my rb tags but i’m making an official request for more daddy!katsuki + ageplay with a fem!reader. 18+ is v. okay with me, but fluff is also wonderful. if that’s ok haha. tysm. 💜

It is more than okay! Good to hear from you Bunny!

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It always happened like this after especially tender sex, when Katsuki poured his heart and soul into his hands and lips and body until you heard with every thrust the unspoken "I love you."

You were gathered to his chest, his shaft still inside you because he knew you hated being cold and separated immediately after sex. One large hand rubbed circles into your back and the other kneaded your ass lazily.

It was cozy in your room, with richly textured quilts and soft pillows piled onto the bed and rain hitting the windows outside. The darkly sweet scent of your boyfriend filled your senses and you felt so... small in his arms. He had the body of a pro hero afterall, broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist and strong thighs, his hands so big they dwarfed yours. The shift in your headspace seemed so slow and smooth you were little before you realized it.

"Dada," you breathed in his ear, sucking a little smooch into his skin. He tilted his head to look down at you a smile like a sunrise spreading across his lips.

"Is that my babygirl?" His voice was husky and soft-- it made you shy and happy all at once.

You nodded, your thumb finding its way to your mouth, being joined with him swaddling you in a bone deep sense of safety and contentment.

"Who's daddy's good girl hm?" He asked almost laughing because you were already answering him.

"Me!"

"That's right. My baby." It only took a moment for him to reach over to the bedside table drawer to retrieve your pacifier. It was Cinnamoroll themed with all sorts of sparkly shit he knew you loved, and you took it into your mouth happily.

"Sleep now, its far too late for little girls to be awake." He murmured returning his hands to their original positions, knowing you loved getting your tushy rubbed when you were on your way to sleep. He pulled the quilt over you so you would be nice and warm and kissed the top of your head.

You wanted to complain but you really were tired, worn out and boneless. So you simply reached up to kiss his lips, smiling quick and sweet,

"Night daddy."

"Night punkin."