#goddd i’m just so on edge

[ethrealprincess]

hi i miss u all

[nereidprinc3ss]

early seasons spencer and bau reader undercover at a club and it’s just like. he is so flustered but also weirdly confident and do with this what you will

in which spencer reid and BAU fem!reader have to pose as a couple at a club. she's more than a little flirty. the conversation actually gets quite suggestive. he's cute when he gets flustered.

warnings/tags: discussions of sex, reader wears a tight dress and makeup and heels, discussions of blushing but r's skin color is not implied to be light, i just needed a reason to talk about sex flush LOL, if u don't visibly blush this will still read fine

a/n: I LOVE EARLY SEASONS SPENCER X FLIRTY READER OH MY GODDD thank you for this request angel from heaven I hope you all like this as much as I do teehee

The bass buzzes through the floor and vibrates your teeth. House music has never really been your thing. Neither have tight dresses and high heels while on the job—but you’re willing to objectify yourself just a little if it will lure yet another loser who likes to chop up young couples into the awaiting arms of the American correctional system. 

Or to the wrong end of Emily's Glock. Whatever comes first.  

You scan the club—it’s not your usual scene, and you can only imagine how Dr. Reid is faring. As far as you can tell this is essentially his nightmare. It’s sensory overload central even for you. 

Your eyes catch on him at the bar, tucked away from the writhing crowd. He’s standing near the end, one arm resting on the surface while the other hand is jammed in his pocket. He seems completely unaware of the several women circling closer and closer. The whole earnest and dorky but still handsome thing seems to work well for him. Or, it would, if he had any interest in utilizing it. He’s dressed a little sharper than usual—no doubt styled by Morgan and Prentiss. Hell, the earnest dorkiness and the well fitted dark suit is working for you if nobody else. 

Sometimes he just looks… edible. 

And self-discipline doesn't always come naturally to you. 

“Doctor,” you purr in greeting, grazing the forearm propped up on the bar with white-tipped nails as you insert yourself in front of him. His fingers twitch under your light touch. 

Spencer doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes sink down your frame, sticking to every highlighted curve like you’re dripping honey. Or maybe he just doesn’t realize that you can see that’s what he’s doing. 

“Hi. You look nice.”

“Aw,” you smile, dulling the salacious edge to your voice, “you didn’t have to say that. Someone’s improvising.”

“I meant it. That dress looks nice on you,” he says, simply, and you hate his specific brand of charm because it’s not intentional. It’s not something he puts on. It comes out of nowhere and always knocks you on your ass when it hits—even in the smallest doses. His eyes narrow and he leans closer. You can feel the energy rippling around him like a force field as he examines you. “You’re wearing more makeup than you normally do.”

“Do you like it? Penelope ordered the wrong shade of blush and gave it to me. Supposedly it’s meant to make me look like I just had an orgasm. I don’t know if I believe it.”

Much to your disappointment, Spencer leans back, scanning the crowd for your target and speaking as if he’s only half-interested. 

“That’s not what you would look like. Sex flush deepens the color of your entire face and chest, not just your cheeks.”

Your brows knit as you contend with unwelcome butterflies. 

“Buy me a drink before you start telling me what I’ll look like after I orgasm.”

That catches his attention, and his suddenly wide eyes snap to you. If he had a drink, he’d be choking on it. 

“I wasn’t—it was a general you, I’d never—that would be inappropriate. It was. It was inappropriate. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

You lean with your back to the bar, elbows propped on black granite, and swing your hair over your shoulder. Spencer’s eyes dart back down to your décolletage and then up to the ceiling like he regrets being born. You smile wickedly. Much better. This is the way God intended for you to interact with Spencer Reid. 

“I’ll consider forgiving you. And I don’t blush. Not when I orgasm, not ever.”

Admittedly, you just want to milk the whole talking about you orgasming thing to see how pink you can make him. It’s not often you’re gifted with an opportunity to be so candid about your sexuality or flirt this unabashedly. But you are supposed to be posing as a couple. Maybe you’re just feeling extra in character. 

Instead of stumbling over his words some more, Spencer smiles with a degree of bemusement like he’s caught you in a white lie. 

His smile is so nice. His teeth are perfect, and his lips—

“Yes you do.”

Always so convinced he’s right, this one. 

It’s annoying. And kind of hot. 

“Uh, I promise you I do not.”

“Everyone blushes. It's a sympathetic nervous system activation response wherein blood rushes to your face. Your blood vessels dilate when you get flustered or anxious. Your face gets hot and your undertone changes.”

You raise your brows. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was challenging you. 

“Yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Actually, no,” he mutters, losing any bravado and casting his eyes downward subserviently. “You have a habit of proving me wrong.”

“That’s right,” you gloat, smiling wide. Someone bumps into you, and you turn around, highly unprofessional insult locked and loaded—but it’s just a drunk girl who apologizes and stumbles off. The encounter does, however, remind you that you’re supposed to be finding a killer. “Do you think this is the best positioning? He might not be able to find us way over here.”

“You think we should move?”

You look back at him and nod, holding your hand out. He looks at it uncertainly. You waggle your fingers and infuse your words with sugar. 

“Oh, come on. I don’t want to lose you. And we’re supposed to look like a couple, remember?”

Gingerly he accepts your hand. His is bigger than you’d have thought. Not nearly as freezing as your own perpetually are. It occurs to you as you grab his hand that his bone structure really is bigger than yours. He’s… tall. He is, at the end of the day, a real life adult man. His presence is palpable behind you and you enjoy the weight of his hand in yours as you tug him through the crowd, perhaps not taking the most direct route through the throng just so you can savor being able to touch him like this for a little longer. 

Miraculously you spot an empty booth and slide into it. It’s a deep alcove, shadowy and secluded at the back. That’s where you settle, against black vinyl, and where you wave at Spencer to join you. 

He lingers at the edge of the table, glancing around at the groups of dancing and drinking young adults. 

“I don’t know. Can you even see the dance floor from back there?”

“Part of it. But I’m sure he’ll be looking in the booths for couples. He’ll come to us.”

Spencer faces you again and sighs ruefully, a begrudging smirk playing at his lips as he slides into the booth and joins you against the back wall. His side is warm against yours. He smells nice. Clean. Almost herbal, like patchouli or vetiver. 

“What? You really hate sitting next to me that much?”

Spencer’s lips part wryly before he speaks, like he almost thought better of it but decided to anyway. 

“I think you just wanted a reason to get me alone and secluded so you can finally accost me.”

Your knees bump. You lean into it. 

“Accost you? That seems harsh,” you pout, leaning toward him clandestinely to undo his top button.

“I don’t see how. You are literally trying to take my clothing off as we speak.”

“I’m just increasing your sex appeal. It’ll be good, trust me. Maybe you’ll even end up taking one of those girls from the bar home. Or—back to the hotel, I should say.��

Spencer covers your fussy hands with his own sweetly, like he can sense the true jealousy simmering underneath the sarcasm, and places them in your lap. The touch lingers.

“Are you always like this?” He murmurs, voice lower than you can recall ever hearing it and twisted into the shape of a smile. 

“Only with you, Dr. Reid. Speaking of, how about you? Do you flirt with many other FBI agents on official business?”

“Just the one. She’s kind of a full-time job.”

“Shut up. I’m basically your babysitter. If anything, I should be paid extra for dealing with you.”

“Attempting to seduce your charge seems like a bad business model. There are definitely some ethical issues there.”

His hands still rest on yours. You lace your fingers with his and speak sweetly, meeting his eyes best you can in the dark. 

“I wasn’t aware I was seducing you. Do you feel seduced?”

He’s the first to look away after a few seconds pass—pulls your hands apart gently, politely arranging them back on your lap. 

“I think you’re incorrigible and a terrible influence. In all honesty, you terrify me and more often than not I walk away from our interactions a little confused.”

You clap a hand to your heart, the bare skin revealed by your low cut dress warm under your fingers. 

“Spencer… that kind of turned me on.”

He just looks at you for a moment, a hint of a smile on his pretty face, long enough to make you feel a bit nervous. 

Then he’s leaning forward, and unconsciously so are you, almost forgetting to breath when you’re practically pressed against him in this booth and he’s whispering so low and sweet into your ear. 

“He’s watching us. Right across the floor, next to the girl in the blue dress. White button up and a leather jacket.” His hand slides over yours, fingers skimming your collarbone in the process as he interlocks your grasp once more. “Keep your hand right here and lean closer. We need to maintain his interest.”

“I don’t think I can lean any closer,” you breathe, hoping it doesn’t register as nervous as it really is. You’re supposed to be the confident one who teases him. “But if you want me to sit on your lap, just ask. I won’t say no.”

He chuckles, too loud to be amorous. It’s clearly genuine. It sounds like the way his reddened cheeks always look. It almost does more for you than the bedroom voice.

“You… you are beyond help. I don’t think you could be appropriate if your life depended on it.”

Slowly you pull back so you can look into his eyes—much closer than you normally have an excuse to. They dart wildly over your face, partially obscured by the dark which cuts shadows deep into the dramatic hollows of his bone structure. He really is so pretty. 

You glance toward the man, who’s pretending not to watch you. When you focus your attention back on Spencer, sliding your hand up the curve of his jaw, you find yourself making a dangerous wish. You find yourself wishing that you didn’t have an audience. That this wasn’t all for show. That neither of you had earpieces in.

His pulse hammers under your little finger, and his lips part slightly as he doesn’t have the wherewithal to not glance at yours. He’s so unaware of how obvious he’s being. It’s cute. 

You run the tips of your fingers through the hair in front of his ear, the one sans bluetooth, pushing it back, before leaning in close once more to whisper. 

“Good thing we’re not going for appropriate. Actually—your hands could stand to wander a little more, Dr. Reid. Let me know if you need me to tell you where to put them.”

[shuafiles]

dry humping chenle … oh goddd

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | afab!reader using chenle’s cock as a toy, dry humping

chenle let out a low grunt when you situated yourself on his thighs, your core right above his cock.

“princess, i'm too tired.” chenle leaned his head back on the couch, gripping your waist once you rut your hips towards him.

“but i missed you all day, lele.” you whined, “let me use you, please.”

chenle’s ego grew (even bigger than it already is) at the sight of you so needy for him so with a smirk on his mouth, he grabbed you by the neck and latched his lips onto yours.

you whined when you felt his cock grow beneath you, you couldn’t help but rut your hips against his in an attempt to gain some kind of friction. you hated that all your clothes were still on, but you were too hot and bothered to even try to peel them off your bodies. so you resorted to grinding your pussy right above his cock.

chenle’s cock was growing stiff with every thrust you were doing. his tongue beginning to explore your mouth as you let out little moans, which chenle loved.

groans escaped chenle’s lips as you started to quicken your pace. your underwear completely soaked with arousal that it was getting uncomfortable, but you didn't care. the feeling of his clothed cock was providing you with enough sensation to drive you crazy.

“o-oh my god.” you whimpered against his lips. you could imagine just how good it would feel if his cock was inside you while you were humping him. the desperation to cum only growing bugger.

chenle’s grip on your waist tightened when you started relentlessly humping yourself on his crotch. spurts of precum staining his jeans, but he didn’t mind. not when his hot as fuck girlfriend was using him for her own pleasure. he loved the sight of you whimpering at every grind on his cock or how you’re digging your nails into his shoulders just so you can hit the perfect spot that drives you over the edge. your lips parting once you felt your orgasm creep closer.

chenle could tell you were nearly there, so he helped you. he leaned forward, attaching his lips to your neck, nipping the spot where he knew you loved, tongue gliding over your skin.

getting lightheaded, you moaned out his name as your climax approached you.

“fuck.” chenle grunted, pulling away from your neck. your legs were shaking from the intense feeling that exploded in your stomach, yet he still guided your hips to continue grinding on him.

“b-baby, too much.” you gasped out but followed his movements nonetheless.

“i’m so close, baby, holy shit, keep doing that.” you cried out from overstimulation, leaning your head against his shoulder. perfectly squeezing the head of his cock with your hips, it didn’t take long before chenle made a mess of his jeans, his cum seeping through the fabric. his hands tight on your waist to prevent you from moving any further.

you giggled once you saw his face, disgusted with how uncomfortable his pants were at the moment.

“y/n, i love you, that was amazing, but i have got to get out these jeans.”

[dilfl0v3rss]

this just came to me because I was arguing with my man but..

what about reader who has a problem with calling people all types of bitches; finally meets her match and he show her who the bitch really is !

(this my first ask btw🌸)

hey boooo!! so glad you sent a requesttttt. since you didn’t say who you wanted me to write for i felt like it was the perfect time to pull this out. i now bring forth………the baldiessss!!!

calling them a b*tch

𝑜𝑛𝑦

the two of you were going back and forth. it seemed like every time you got excited to be somewhere or do something, here come ony hating ass telling you you’re not allowed.

“i really don’t care ma. if i say you not going then you not going, so take allat shit off, put on your pjs and go study. got an exam on monday and you tryna party.”

you rolled your eyes while sucking your teeth. he wasn’t even your boyfriend and he damn sure wasn’t your daddy so you seen no need to be listening to this man. continuing your journey to the door as ony watched you with a keen eye. “you not even my nigga. you just a nigga i like to fuck, so you can take your bitch ass on somewhere tryna be somebody daddy” with that you turned around to grab your shoes that were at the door, only getting to put one foot in before you were snatched up and put against the wall. “we gon see about that”

it only took ony about ten minutes to have you screaming and crying in the middle of your bed. legs held high in the air as you grabbed tightly on the arm connected to the hand around your neck.

“o-ohh my goddd why a-are you fucking me like thisss” your whines went in one ear and out of the other while ony kept his brutal pace on your bruised pussy. “you know damn well why i got you like this. you may get away wit that shit when talking to your little friends, but over here we don’t use that bitch word y’hear me?” he took advantage of your parted lips, giving you a sloppy kiss before letting his warm saliva trickle down your tongue. you eagerly swallowed him, the action bringing the both of you closer to the edge.

“i hear you daddy….i hear you”

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

“and oneeeeee!! y’all not fuckin wit me mann!” connie yelled as he won another game of 2k. y’all were at ony’s house chilling. well no….CONNIE was at ony’s house chilling. you were there against your will, tired, and in dire need of some entertainment since your man and his “brothers” left you out completely. “i’m ready to go con” you mumbled for what felt like the a hundredth time tonight, but of course connie gave you the same old excuse.

“ten more minutes”

he didn’t even look away from the screen as he spoke. you rolled your eyes before getting up and walking to the dining room where you sat down and called your group chat. “what it do bitchesss!” your friend eboni yelled as she watched the rest of your friends begin to pop up in the call. “heyy” you said with as much energy as you could, but they could all tell you were as dry as ever. “what he do now?” your other friend erika said as she looked at the tired look on your face. you sighed, dropping your shoulders as you turned the camera around towards the back of the guys heads and back towards your face. “been on that game wit them for like two hours while i’m just sitting here”

mumbles of irritation could be heard throughout the call as your friends grew almost as upset as you. “you told him you wanna leave?” eboni asked. you gave her a “duhh” look before replying. you didn’t notice that connie finished his game, getting up as he let ony and eren play while he went to the kitchen for a snack. he was within arm’s reach of you before you started talking your shit. “like why the fuck would you bring me here if you was gon be up in your friend’s faces the whole time? if i did that to him he would be whining to me like a little bitch saying he wanna go home.”

his eyes widened in surprise as your words. anger quickly running through his veins as he snatched your phone from your hands and hung up on your friends. “bring your ass up stairs, now” you rolled your eyes at him, earning you a hard slap in your ass before he lightly pushed you upstairs and towards the bathroom. “i be whining like a little bitch? you don’t get your way and now you think it’s okay to call me out my name?” you looked up at him, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. your attitude was still very much there so connie decided to stop with the talking. turning you around and bending you over the sink. “turn the water on. if i hear your voice over it ima really embarrass you aight? don’t test me.”

he left you no time to answer before burying two of his fingers deep into your pussy, stretching you out so good you had to quickly cover your mouth to keep from screaming. “unt uh mama, this ain’t nothing. i’m a bitch right? this should be light work for you” he taunted you, inked hand yanking yours off your mouth while his eyes dared you to make a sound. your release was coming quickly and connie knew it by the way your eyes rolled in the mirror. he took this as an opportunity to move quicker into you. his gaze never leaving your face as he watched you open your mouth to scream. thankfully it was quickly muffled by by his strong hand, while you shook and came all over his inked fingers, but you weren’t finish yet. your eyes widened in surprise as you felt connie’s fat tip prodding your entrance.

“we gon see which one of us is really a bitch in here. and you bet not run”

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

as the girlfriend of one of the most popular ace’s in the country, there were things you had to go through that regular women didn’t. not a day went by where there wasn’t a crazy girl trying to throw themselves onto your man, regardless if you were there or not. that wasn’t really an issue to you though since it was bound to happen given his talent. the real issue was that aran’s peanut headed ass never really dealt with that behavior the way he should.

“oh my goddd arannnn!!! please please please can i get a picture wit youuuu.”

“your muscles are so much bigger in person”

“you’re so strong i wonder how your body looks under the jersey”

you were thrown to the side once again after a game, the girls basically shoving you out the way before snatching your boyfriends attention from you.

“f’course i could take a picture wit y’all. cmon everybody get in!” he said, letting the swarm of women stand around him as he flexed for the camera. you didn’t even wait to let him finish, walking right out of the gym and towards his car. it took over half an hour for this man to finally get to the car before he looked at you leaning on the passenger side door. “why you ain’t wait f’me? s’mad dark out here and you all alone.” he said, looking around at the almost empty parking lot before looking at you.

“you looked a little busy entertaining bitches fantasies and ian wanna interrupt” you spit before turning around to open your door. of course his fast ass locked it before you could even touch the handle, waiting patiently for you to turn back around before he spoke. “you mad at me for taking pictures?” his confusion made you scoff. was he playing or was he really that dumb? regardless you were over it. “knew your bitch ass wouldn’t get it. got so many different girls heads up your ass you don’t got time to think about your girlfriend” aran leaned down towards you face, putting his ear closer to your lips so he could “hear you better”

“my what?” you looked up at him, challenging him as you repeated yourself. “your bitch ass. cant hear or sum?” a small smirk made its way to his lips before he unlocked the car doors. “nah i just needed to make sure”

you didn’t even make it to the front seat before aran yanked your ass up and threw you in the back. crawling in right behind you before teaching you your lesson.

“there you go ma, keep ridin that dick” aran groaned as he watched your ass bounce repeatedly in front of him. legs burning as you gripped the center console for support. “i l-learned my lesson pa pleaseee” you whimpered as you felt his large hand land a heavy smack on your ass, the skin already hot and aching from the previous slaps. “nah…nah ion think you leaned shit. we have this conversation almost every other week. these lil girls out here don’t mean shit t’me. they can take as many pictures they want because at the end of the day who do i go home wit?”

you mindlessly kept bouncing on his dick, too fucked out to even respond properly. “y’go home wimme daddy” a smirk made its way to his face as he listened to your slurred speech. you were fucked dumb. “that’s right mama. daddy goes home wit you…daddy only ever gon go home wit you” you nodded along to his words, feeling your release on the tip of your tongue as he continued to speak. “now apologize t’me for being mean. you know how i feel about that bitch word”

aran quickly pulled your back to his sweaty chest, kissing up and down your neck as he quickly fucked into you from the bottom.

“m’sorryyyy. won’t happen againnn”

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

“fuckkk. you always suck me so well mama” he groaned as he watched you work between his thighs. two hands stroking his shaft as you quickly moved your mouth all over his tip. there was spit all over your face and hands, but that only turned tanaka on even more. it’s been weeks since the two of you got to have sex since your boyfriend is always out and about being the best personal trainer he could be.

you looked up at his toned body in adoration as you began to suck him sloppier, slapping his pink tip on your tongue before taking him fully down your throat. *ring ring* the sound of his phone snatched him out of his lustfull trance. you were too busy hard at work so you didn’t notice, but when you glanced up at him the sight made your blood boil. this nigga was on the phone.

“hello?….yea f’course….nah that’s not a problem at all. would the gym by mall work for you?….aight coo, see you then”

you let go of his dick with a pop, giving him a confused look as you waited for him to explain what the fuck just happened. “client just called. said they wanted an extra work out” your jaw was on the floor. there was no way he was serious. “and you took it?” tanaka looked at you with a blank look, as if you should already know his answer. “duhh i took it. he’s been making good progress and ion wanna mess that up for him now.” you scoffed, standing up from the floor before walking towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. tanaka followed you, looking dumb as ever with his dick still out of his pants. “you not gon help me finish?”

you gave him a death stare before pushing past him and making your way to your side of the bed. “go have your fucking client suck it. since you running to his beck and call like you his bitch or sum” as soon as the words left your lips you felt a strong hand wrap around your throat. tanaka kept his voice steady, but by the grip he had on your neck you could tell he was pissed. “don’t say that shit again.” he said quietly, using his other inked hand to lift your chin up towards his face. tanaka leaned down, lips almost touching yours before he spoke again. “where you learn that at huh? ‘cause i know i never let you talk to me like that and i still don’t. you forgot where you at ma?”

he spoke lowly to you, making a shiver run down your spine as well as wetness rush through your panties. you didn’t say a word, pretty doe eyes looking up at him as you waited for his next move. “spread your legs f’me ‘kay?” you obeyed him without question. fear coursing through your veins as you watched your man angrily rip your panties in the middle. you eagerly waited for him to fuck you, little whines leaving your mouth as you watched tanaka tease your clit with his tip. “say you sorry first mama. ion play that disrespectful shit and you know that.”

“m’sorryyyy” you dragged your voice out to show extra remorse as you kept your legs wide for him to take you. a small smirk crept on tanaka’s face as he watched you listen to each of his commands without hesitation.

“just made you listen to my every word all for some forgiveness” he mumbled as he sunk half of his long dick into you.

“so who’s really the bitch?”

[xrcs]

slight sub ushijima + slight femdom reader

authors note – mmm. i love ushijima sm. this boutta be some softcore shit jus to get started.

content warnings – first time (for ushijima). rawdogging. praise. choking. porn w/out a plot. creampie.

ushijima watched as your naked body towered over his. his whole face down to his neck tomato red. how could someone be this beautiful with or without clothes on? his eyes scanned your shape, it’s like you could practically see the hearts as his pupils.

“you ready? jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything. i’ll stop if you want,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. your hot breath tickling his ear love made him shiver slightly. ushijima slowly nodded, indicating that he was ready. for you. the way your lips travelled down his body made him go crazy.

hands snaking down his torso, fingers tracing every crevice of his rock hard abs. sucking and nibbling ever so slightly on his collarbone. “fuh.. fuck,” ushijima huffed, his cock throbbing and leaking pre. all this kissing and licking is already enough to make him cum.

small hickeys form all over his neck and collarbone. he’s your canvas, decorating him with every touch you make. you watch as he lets out small moans and huffs from your attack on his body. shit, he’s never felt anything like this before.

“name, i want– want you now. please, give it to me. i’m ready to be in your embrace,” ushijima breathed impatiently, his brown eyes looking strongly into yours. fuck, you couldn’t even say no. you wanted to give him the best first time, no teasing. just pure love and tenderness.

“okay baby, i got you,” you say while you grab his cock, lining it up with your folds. you’ve honestly been waiting for this as much as him. slowly, you sit down on his cock fully. giving him and yourself a minute to adjust.

ushijimas’ eyes roll back as he felt your warm, gooey insides wrap around his cock. his shaky hands grabbing your hips, holding you down. it was taking everything in him not to just cum right there and then. “goddd. i’m so in love with you,”

you start to lift your body up, dragging your walls on his dick. his head falls back as he sighs in pleasure. sweat rolling down his body, muscles tensing up. even the stretch is making you feel so good. his lengthy cock hitting all the right spots.

“take control of me,” ushijima whispers softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you moan as you bring your hand up to his thick neck. wrapping what you can around it while squeezing. you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. you heard him utter a little ‘yes’ under his breath.

he feels like he’s losing control by the second. your warm juices flowing down his cock and thighs. ushijimas’ hips slammed up into yours, making you choke out. ramming into your pussy at a fast pace, his eyes are hyper focused on your tits bouncing.

his strong arms wrap around your waist as he abuses your cunt.

“a-ah! shit, ushijima! so fuckin’ good, makin’ me so full,” you moan, making him ram into you swiftly. the way your pussy lips envelops his dick. you’re clenching him so hard that he might just nut. his animalistic groans reverberate throughout the room, clapping sounds becoming more intense.

“again,” he huffs.

“praise me– ngh moree,” his mind is becoming more and more muddled as he fucks into your sweet pussy. drool slips past his lips, all swollen and pretty. “hittin’ it so fuckin’ g– mmm good! good fuckin’ boy,” oh no. he’s getting really close.

you choke him once again, bringing him to the edge. “agh! shit, ‘m gonna cum so hard. you feel so gooood,” ushijima slurs, eyes rolling so far back into his head. his grip on your hips is so tight that it might leave a mark.

you also feel really close. the coil in your stomach might just snap. his balls tighten up, his thrusting comes to a stop. hot, white fluid coats your gummy walls as you feel yourself coming undone too.

small whimpers come out of ushijimas lips, mind all fuzzy and dumb. you two look at each other in pure joy and love. slipping his flaccid cock out of your pussy, his cum spurting out in globs.

you two don’t want to move. ushijima brings his lips to yours and utters three special words..

“i love you,”

XRCS 2023

[beefscrap]

social anxiety wants me dead why I can't I send images in anonymous

but uh, I made a whimsy fanart doodle bc . I absolutely love his design and this story

love the concept of an animus school so much . so tempted to make more ocs but I must resist

sorry for yapping hope you like it time to go explode

NO WAY WDYMM YOU DESERVE CREDIT FOR THIS!!! Oh my goddd Ouhh my gofff . THIS IS SOO COOL! I just LOVE THIS. From what I can TELL (correct me if I’m wrong) you used the animation reference .. which includes the dark under his eyes. And IM EEEEEE IM RLLY HAPPY YOU INCLUDED IT but not sure if I want to say why yet. Anyways I loveee the look of the line art- in some areas it gets sharper and others it’s softer edges and that’s very cool. His frill ear is done so cute.. I always love seeing how people draw them. AND THE TINY FANG AA that is an adorable addition to his design!!! He is so grouchy it adds to the expression nicely

MAKE THE OC . MAKE THE OC

[supermarketbae]

YES OF COURSE ILL GIVE U A BILLY REQUEST.I just re read ur recent smut again btw fuck I rlly can’t.. ugh.

you do dirty talk rlly well, how about billy wakes up in the middle of the night rlly horny. he climbs on top of you grinding and moaning just saying the most craziest shit in ur ear. And he ends up cumming in his pants right after u cum in urs since ur so sensitive and it’s just so intimate and rough. Idk if u don’t like this I’ll think of another!!

AHHH ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS I RLLY CANNOT 🥵

Warnings:smut obviously, slight overstimulation, hair pulling, degradation and praise lemme know what i missed!

“Babyyyyy,” the gravelly voice pulls you gently out of your dreamless sleep and back to reality, you blink your eyes clearing the haze that sleep had on you. Currently nestled into the chest of your boyfriend, Billy, you look up quizzically. “Hmm” you hum as a low answer, in response Billy pulls you closer to him “I-um fuck” he raggedly gasps as you shift your hips. “Billy Hargrove are you…?” You trail off as you look up at him the desperation and intensity displayed blatantly on his face. “Darlin’ please-I just need to-oh godddd” he groans as you reach out palming him gently through his sweatpants taken aback at the small whimper he lets out and as he bucks up into your hand desperate for more friction. Desperate to feel you.

You clench around air as you swoon gently already wanting this as much as he does. “Baby please I’ll do the-fuck-I’ll do the work I j-just really need to cum” he moans softly to you. His pupils blow comically as you lean back, beckoning him with an outstretched finger, “Then use me Hargrove.” you state smiling at his eagerness when he clambers on top of you

You let out a whimper of your own as he starts rutting into you, rubbing himself through his sweatpants “B-Billy aren’t we gonna-ah” you moan as his bulge hits you in the perfect place melting the words in your mouth. “N-now. I want you now. I’m-not waiting-fuckin hell yes” Billy’s eyes are glazed over and his cheeks are flushed shuddering as he grinds on you, lips parted as he leans down biting gently into your neck.

“You g-get off on this huh?” You moan at the sound of his voice, raw and lust drunk. “You like being my little play thing huh?” Billy whines as you grab his hair pulling him even closer to you “I l-love it- oh goddd-baby ah-pleaseee” you beg, for what, your not sure. Maybe it’s for him to slow down a bit? But as his hand snakes to your neck as he lets out a hoarse mewl grinding into you faster you know that’s not it.

And as he plants a sloppy kiss to your lips, you figure it out. If Billy doesn’t stop your gonna cum, in your pants, like a fucking hormonal teenager. And God, do you want to. “Billy-ah-wanna cum-gonna-oh god-please-I can’t” you know your slurring your words as much as he is when he muffles your intelligible sighs with a kiss “wanna feel you- b-but fuck this feels too good-I’m-oh shit baby” Billy moans against you “my good girl yea? Did so good-fuck-can you cum for me?” and that’s what sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as Billy moans yours brokenly, gyrating his hips intoxicatingly slow as you whimper already so sensitive.

“please-baby-I n-need to cum darlin’ I-mmmm” he trails off as you buck up your hips “so warm-god-IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou” he slurs as he cums, hands on either side of your head forehead pressed against yours. “I love you too Billy” you whisper into the darkness feeling him smile against you

[2012wannabe]

no but hear me out,,, abby having dacryphilia🫢🫢

nonnie ily bc I literally had this on my idea list!!! goddd need to be her little crybaby

I hope you like it!! I got a lil crazy tehe

wc: 2,278

cw/tw: abby x f! Reader, basically pwp, dom/sub dynamics, reader wears lingerie, slight degradation, punishment, spanking, edging, orgasm denial, mommy abby, dacryphilia, mention of being owned by abby, strap on, consent checks(traffic light system), pussy eating(r! Receiving), Abby has a collection of d*ldos we’re not going to think about where she got them from, Abby calls her strap her cock, choking and aftercare

use of good girl, baby, sweetheart, princess, bunny, slut

Notes for my fanfiction

You sat on the couch nervously. You knew what you were doing when you disobeyed Abby but now that the punishment was actually coming all your confidence was lost. She seemed to be acting normal which meant that you really didn’t know what was coming.

“What if I told you that I have something for you?” Abby asked way too innocently. You giggled,

“What do you have?”

“Just think about it. A present from your favorite girl. What would you like?”

“I’ll be happy with anything you know that,” Abby smirked and silently handed you a black box. Opening it slowly, you anticipated it being some sex toy that was going to be used as your punishment but instead, it was the most gorgeous set of purple lingerie you had ever seen. You loved lingerie, dressing up for Abby, and just making yourself feel pretty. Purple was your favorite color too, such a gift took your breath away.

“Oh my god abs! You didn’t have to! Oh, it’s just so beautiful.” You exclaimed and reached out to give her a big hug.

“You’re such a sweetheart. It was nothing bunny. Want to put it on for me?”

“Of course!” You said dashing off to the bathroom. You put the set on carefully, taking in the soft fabric on your skin, the lace, and the straps accentuating your features. You smiled contently in the mirror and walked out to see Abby, momentarily forgetting all about what was to come. You could have sworn that from the look on her face alone, her thoughts stopped when she saw you.

“You look so beautiful, baby. Come over here.” She said opening her arms to you. You practically jumped in her arms and snuggled into her.

“Look how pretty the bra is.” You said raising your chest to her eye line showing off just how soft and pretty your boobs looked.

“It is so pretty, isn’t it? The panties too.” She said with a grin.

“You’re so sweet to me Mommy.”

“Anything for you baby,” Abby said bringing your body closer to hers. Trailing her big hands around your waist and your legs, you tried to prompt her to start giving you more. Squeezing your arms together to show off your chest and sticking your ass out a bit to discreetly press it against her crotch. She wasn’t having it though, having moved to stroking your hair. While you could have stayed like that forever, you were needy and wanted more. Wanted her hands on your tits, squeezing your ass, on your clit.

“You’re so cute,” Abby teased lightly.

“Thanks, Mommy.” You said, moving her hands to start touching you. Much to your dismay, she kept letting go.

“I’m not touching you, princess.”

“You can touch me, I promise.”

“No baby, I can’t touch you like that.”

“Why?”

“Well it wouldn’t be a punishment if I did that, would it?” Oh. That makes sense now. Of course, Abby would get you all dolled up and begging to be touched just to punish you. You grasped at straws trying to think of how you could get out of it.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“You interrupted me while I was working. I want to spend time with you too, but you need to remember how to calm your slut brain and wait for Mommy. And then you started touching yourself without me. It’s like you forgot who owns you.”

“You do mommy, I’m sorry.” You whimpered.

“Do you promise to listen to Mommy when she tells you to stop touching yourself?”

“I do Mommy,”

“Good girl. Now go lay down until I tell you otherwise.” Abby started to get up leaving on the couch frantically looking around.

“Where are you going, mommy?”

“Just lay down. Actually, you know what, go lay down on the bed ass up.” You shuffled to the bedroom and waited for Abby. Usually, when she told you to lay down ass up it meant you were getting a spanking, or worse she’d rob you of the intimacy you loved by fucking you in doggy and not letting you look at her. You hoped it wasn’t the latter albeit a cruel punishment you deserved for going against her wishes purposely. Being all dressed up would make it worse as you wouldn’t be able to see how hungry she was for you, how she just couldn’t get enough of you and your body. Ass up, you felt anticipation grow in your stomach and the cool air from the ac hit you with little protection from the tiny thong.

Hearing Abby’s footsteps enter the room, you had to stop yourself from turning to look at her. She approached the bed and placed her cock at your pussy. Not putting it in, but tapping it so that you knew it was there. You shivered and she smirked.

“What got nothing to say now?” She said teasingly. You pushed your face into the bed to hide the blush that was forming on your cheeks.

“We’re going to start with a spanking, okay?” She asked waiting for your affirmation and you muttered a yes.

“I need words, baby. Loud and clear.”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Great. You’re going to get 20 and like always you need to count them.” She gave the first hit you bit your lip muffling a tiny moan. Twenty? You thought. That was double the last time!

“One.” Another hit.

“Two.” Abby continued, her spanks getting harder and harder as she went on and by the time she got to ten you were a whimpering mess. She was strong and her hits hurt in the most delicious way possible. You felt tears start to fall down your cheeks and when it came to nineteen your voice was wobbly and teary.

“Oh, baby are you crying?” Abby teased incredulously. She gave another hit and you let out a sob.

“Twenty!” You cried. Your tears went straight to her cunt and Abby swore she could cum on the spot.

“Good girl!” She cooed as she climbed on the bed sitting on your legs. She hooked her arm around your neck and roughly grabbed your face, physically pulling you up to where you were on your knees and she could turn your head around to watch your tears fall. Contrasting the roughness of the spanking she lightly kissed your cheeks, tasting your tears.

“I almost want to tell you to turn over so I can see you cry. But we can’t have you getting off with such a light punishment, can we? That was the second time you touched yourself without my permission. One would think you don’t respect your mommy at all.”

“No Mommy that’s not it all!” You cried.

“I’ll never do it again, I swear!”

“I gave you the chance to prove it to me and you didn’t,” Abby said disappointingly.

“Please Mommy, just need one more chance!” You begged.

“Hmm. I was just going to fuck you face down but I think you can make it up by having me edge you. How’s that sweetheart?”

“Yes, mommy.” You cried again. Your tears fell again, wetting her hand. She grinned, suddenly letting you go and watching you crumple on the bed. Turning you over she took in your form, red eyes, and red cheeks. She cooed at you again and you gave a smile.

“Color?”

“Green Mommy,” Abby smirked,

“Now be a good girl, such a needy little thing.” Her words practically made you dizzy and you were going deeper and deeper into sub-space. She kissed you like her life depended on it and shamelessly grabbed your ass, pulling you closer.

“Want you so bad abs.” You breathed. She kissed downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down to the fabric of the thong. Pulling it off, she forcefully separated your legs and kissed your slit. Hearing you yelp she kept going.

“Oh my god,” you moaned. She gave a soft blow of air on your clit and then kissed it before licking up from your hole. She continued to eat you out, your hands grabbing her head and tugging on her long braid. You were in bliss, not caring how your moans were getting louder. She slipped a finger in your pussy, not waiting long before adding in a second.

“Mmm, mommy. Mommy please!” Abby picked up her pace, hitting all the spots she knew you loved. Your legs started to shake and she forced them to stay still, pressing you into the mattress.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” You screamed, writhing. But you knew what the deal was. Sure enough, Abby let go and that was all it took for the tears to start again.

“No, no, no!”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You knew I was going to edge you, princess. If you didn’t want to be punished, you shouldn’t have disobeyed me.” Abby wiped your tears with the pads of her fingers and kept her eyes on as she lifted her hand to taste your tears. Your eyes were still red and she was fully intent on making you sob before you came. Your pussy was dripping and she had to hold herself back. She unclipped your forgotten bra, your boobs bouncing out. You looked up at her through your wet eyelashes to see her walking to the closet. Abby turned, now wearing the biggest dildo she had in her collection. While average in length, it had impressive girth and always left you unable to walk. Crawling back to bed, she lined the tip to your pussy and pushed the tip in. You gasped loudly and unconsciously shot up onto your elbows anticipating what was to come. You tried to relax as she slowly pushed more of the dildo into you, immediately starting to feel full.

“There you go, taking it so well for me baby,” Abby said almost in awe of you. She took in every inch of you, admiring your body, your hair, your eyes. Your skin was impossibly soft and she loved the small bruises she always left declaring you hers.

“So beautiful,” she muttered.

“What’d you say, Mommy?” You asked, your voice all wobbly.

“You’re my pretty princess right?”

“Yes Mommy, just for you.” She could tell you were getting close again and pulled out, causing you to gasp and gape. She edged you again causing you to be impossibly close to cumming and harshly pulling out again. Like before, she slowly slid her cock back in and this time added pressure on your clit which ended up being the thing that made you sob. You begged between wails that you wanted her so, so, so, bad and that you needed Mommy. But that just turned Abby on even more she couldn’t help but want to take a picture. So she did. She reached onto her side table and snapped a photo using her phone capturing all your subby glory.

“Please need to cum, I can’t do it, I can’t do it!”

“If you can’t do it, you can always safe word out. If you’re not going to safe word out then I think you can take just a bit more.”

“Still green Mommy.”

“Okay then,” Abby said, sliding her cock in you once again. You babbled nonsense on her dick, flailing your hands to grab onto her arms for some kind of anchor. The fullness, the hand on your clit and the now presence of her other hand sliding up your body to your neck almost made you fall apart. She tapped the side of your neck signaling what she wanted to do and waited for your response.

“Green.” Abby squeezed her hand, choking you in just the right spot. She always knew the exact placement of where to put her hand and each of her fingers where it was solely pleasurable for you. Your mind went blank as she increased the pressure and before you could comprehend it, you were orgasming. You screamed and groaned through it, your body collapsing against the bed. You gasped for air as she let up and she smiled at you. You were slumped over and boneless, just wordless. Abby gently touched your face, looking at you with such love in her eyes. She combed your hair over and caressed your head.

“Hey, baby. Welcome back,” she said with a chuckle.

“Abs,” you said softly, your voice sounding raw. She immediately shushed you lightly.

“It’s okay. You did such a good job for me, I’m so lucky.” She said, still caressing your face.

“Wanna hug.” You whispered. Abby pulled you close, hugging you fiercely, and whispered back sweet nothings in your ear.

“Can I clean you up or do you need a little more time?”

“You can clean me up.” Still in a hug, she picked you up and walked you to the bathroom to run a bath. The water was beautifully warm and Abby was so gentle you’d never think she was the same person that spanked you earlier. Taking her time, she cleaned you and wrapped you up in a towel. You kissed her softly feeling at peace. She was always very extensive in her aftercare, even brushing your teeth and feeding you water and snacks. Before you knew it Abby placed you back in bed next to her. Cuddling up into her body you whispered another thank you feeling ready to fall asleep.

“Anything and everything for you. You should go to sleep, you deserve it after today.” Her voice was soon gone as you fell asleep in her arms, your favorite place to be.

[swirlsandtwirls]

A Simple Request

“How are you holding up today?” he asked, probably referring to my injured leg. Sir is always thoughtful like that. Making sure I’m okay in the ways that matter before bringing me down like only he can.

He has no idea…

“That depends… are you on my Tumblr?” I asked, chuckling as I hit “Send”. Sir sometimes asks how I’m doing if he notices my reblogging shows signs of increased activity. Sometimes, he knows the answer to the question he’s asking me. But not this time.

“I am now, lol,” he writes back, before (I assume) swiping out of our chat to my Tumblr page. The evidence would be damning. Scroll and scroll and scroll and he’d easily see just how hot and bothered I was. How needy. How desperate.

The leg injury had me out of commission for a few days so I hadn’t exactly been “in the mood” lately. But as I regained my strength, I found I also regained my libido and then some. A few days of not staring, trancing, rubbing, edging, cumming or being denied on command had been pent up all week and my pussy was demanding I pay the price. The previous day, I’d been horny and rubbed and begged for Sir to make me cum and it had been incredible when he did. It always way. But today… today it felt like I was back to the same level of horniness as before and getting needier with each passing minute.

“Taking my lunch break to edge… and edge… and edge… listening to a background file on loop…” I hate typing with just one hand like this but I needed the other one to continue swirling around my sensitive little bud. It demanded my attention and I needed to comply more than anything else in this world right now.

“You don’t need thoughts,” he wrote, instantly picking up on where I was.

“I don’t need thoughts…….”

Pleasure pulsed through my body, thrusting my mind into complete and total emptiness. My entire body suddenly felt light. I could barely feel the bed beneath me, weightless in my room as my fingers dancing around my needy clit. His cuffs and collar were still around my wrists and neck, leaving a fuzzy sensation that made my head spin. I had been ordered to wear them all day and, good girl that I was, I had obeyed.

“Need someone to think for me………. The file thinks for me…….” I felt the words leave a pleasant tingle as they spilled from my lips as well.

“Which file, Sweetie?”

I sent him the link to the Braindumb Doll Mantras audio by @intoxicatingincubus so he could know what was filling my head. My pussy throbbed at this minor exhibitionist act and I felt an edge coming fast. Fuck, anything I do for this Sir, my body responds, even the smallest of tasks.

“Goddd fuckkk… hard edge… harder than yesterday,” the pleasure was taking hold deep in my core and I was barely making sense, “might cummm….” I could feel the orgasm threatening to spill over the edge of the dam I had in place out of obedience.

“Good girl,” my body shuddered at his praise.

“Please……” I begged, “don’t let me cum.”

It was a simple request. And yet, my heart was practically crashing through my chest, fully knowing what I was asking for and who I was asking to fulfill my wish.

“Don’t let me cum…… let me edge… please…” I was pleading, sharply focused on the screen as I waited for a response.

I wanted to see how long I could keep this up but I knew that he could deny me another way by making me cum and lose all of my edging progress. Sir had the power to give and take my orgasms as he saw fit. What would he choose today? I wondered.

The response came at last.

“Edge, Toy.”

My eyes widened and I moaned my gratitude, slowing my speed and delaying the orgasm that was building in my pussy.

“Only edge,” he ordered.

I breathed a sigh mixed with frustration and relief, “Yessssss…. Thank you, Sir,” rubbing more, “Edged…… it hurts… it aches… it aches so goooooddddd…”

That euphoric flood of dopamine hit my brain, the painful denial of release and further pleasure of edging sent my body into overdrive. The high I was always chasing and hit again and again and again every time I rose to the climax, danced on the edge and then came back down to start the process over again.

“Good girl, my edged doll… My hypnoslut,” his praise made my pleasure spike as my fingers continued working my warm, wet cunt.

My eyes rolled back into my head before snapping to attention and typing my response that only he could trigger:

“I am your obedient hypnoslut.”

I felt a whimper rise in my throat, “Sir, just know, I’m not edging to get you to take care of me,” God, I sounded so pathetic and needy, “I’ve been edging the past half hour before we started talking more about playtime.”

“I know, you’re pent up,” I could practically feel the pity in his words as I read them, “And you want to play.”

“Mhmm……”

“Good girl, rub your thoughts away.”

“Mmmm…. Yessss…. Rubbbbb…….” my fingers worked a little faster, “No thoughtsssss…….”

“Only thoughts are of pleasing me.”

“Yes, Sirrrrr…”

“And you please me when you edge without cumming.”

“Edge… for Sir…….”

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Hey all. This is a retelling of my most recent intense edging session with Sir, my Handler. I’m probably going to write more posts like this talking about it because it was incredible. But there is a loooot to write. For starters, this is how a 4+ hour edging session began. So yeah. I’ll post as I see fit but if y’all liked this, lmk and I can focus on them some more.

[gayboyasher]

YOU ASK FOR GHIACCIO YOU GET GHIACCIO (my gay ass was summoned by your post) caaaan I ask for Ghiaccio with a male reader who was like his. Gay awakening. Like I don't think Ghiaccio's ever been like "I'm straight. End of story." But I think being attracted to a dude would still catch him offguard? Hope this is good

THANK YOU

Thank you oh my GODDD. Honestly Ghiaccio drives me NUTS I NEED HIM. I Hope I interpret it  right.

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Honestly, everyone at the base just kinda KNEW Ghiaccio was somewhere on the homo-scale. No one knew what though. They had only seen him with a few women, all who only dated him for a few weeks and couldn’t handle him

He jokes that maybe he’ll look another man’s way, but it doesn’t seem like he will he’s too scared

But actually, he doesn’t really understand when a guys flirting with him unlike a women. He only understands Melone’s flirting because it’s Melone, but another guy flirting with him? — YOU flirting with him?? He gets awkward and flustered, and he gets frustrated and just goes as red as his glasses.

He will shove you away awkwardly and storm off. Don’t take it personally though.

He’s having a whole sexuality crisis. He doesn’t know what exactly is going on, because yea, he can appreciate a man, but you’re making him REALLY appreciate a man.

He doesn’t really know what to do with his feelings at the moment. He feels awkward

He’s not really good at talking about them either, so to be safe he just stops talking to you for a while

He’s angry, but not at you. He will be avoiding you for weeks though.

He also doesn’t know where to turn. He can’t talk to Melone about it, because it’s self explanatory, and the only other person he trusts is Rissotto, but he’s not gonna talk to his CAPO about this!!

Maybe let it slip out in front of Prosciutto, only because he’s actually an okay advice giver.

Prosciutto just told him to date you, and he lost his mind. Literally went bat shit banana monkey crazy.

After all of the avoidance you two were put on a mission together to “make up” because Rissotto cannot have conflict in between his gang members. So reluctantly and happily he has to be with you (Prosciutto recommended Rissotto to do this, he will take credit for everything)

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Awkward silence and tired screeching was all that could be heard at the current moment. Ghiaccio was quiet and driving his car faster than usual, almost as if he just wanted to get it all over with. Eventually, he slammed on his breaks, flinging you forward slightly. You clutched onto your seatbelt, looking at him. “What’s wrong? You just almost blew a red light and now your slamming on your damn breaks like a maniac!” He turned to you, sucking his teeth and looking annoyed.

“Haven’t you realized something?? You’re just throwing me off and it’s pissing me off!” He yelled, slamming on the gas and going once the light turned green. His face was a tad bit un-readable, but his body language was clear as day. He seemed a bit on-edge, not knowing what to say. You spoke up again “what are you talking a—“ “The damn flirting! The way you look at me, the way you act! Everything! You’ve got me questioning myself! I don’t get it!” He then turned down a street so fast you guys almost drifted off of the road. He then pulled over, slamming his hands onto the wheel. You sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

“I know I never said I was, straight, but now you’re making me think I’m actually gay.” That sentence actually didn’t make sense. The smart guy, the literal grammar police, just said something dumb? “What?” You asked, he started to talk more. “Like, as in, I was questioning for a while, I mean, I think you turned me gay.” Huh. Was that meant to be a compliment? Or was it backhanded? “Being gay isn’t contag—“ “I know! I know! But like, just recently I’ve been looking at you more than like, any women, or anyone.” Then it clicked for both you and him. This mf just had a gay awakening. Poor boy had his first guy crush and didn’t even know what he was doing. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Almost crashed the car and killed us for?” You asked. He stayed silent. Then you started to talk it out with him.

After the conversation, you guys had to rush and get the mission done, and safe to say, you guys returned to the base “reluctantly” holding hands because a stand user attack, and that you guys “would totally not hold hands if you had a choice” in Ghiaccio’s words. (There was no stand attack; he just lied to hold your hand with out being awkward about it in front of everyone) (everyone, and I mean EVERYONE knew he was lying)

[bratdykebarbie]

oh my goddd I made her cum one night a couple weeks ago and it was so fucking amazing, an absolutely religious experience

she got a mini 🪄 after trying mine and loving it, so we tried it out together to see how we could incorporate it with the two of us

so I laid next to her and just grazed the wand up and down the length of her cock on the low setting, until she was so hard and so desperate,

kissing her hot and hard and sticky sweet as she moaned real soft into my mouth

and then she showed me a good spot she’s figured out and had me focus right there with the wand turned up a notch and oh my god

the way she fucking moaned for me,

the way she whimpered and cursed, the way her breath got all stuttering and desperate

and when I finally turned it up to full speed, the way she was shaking in anticipation, shuddering and gasping,

fists clenching and eyes rolling back, her whole gorgeous being begging for release

then finally, that sweet ragged whisper, “oh my god, baby, oh my god fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”

and as soon as she said those magic words,

I made my way down to put my mouth on her cock as I held the wand firm right on that sweet spot,

using my tongue to push her over the edge as she trembled and shuddered and whined, her cock twitching and throbbing as she filled my mouth

until she finally was so overstimulated her entire body was twitching from just the softest flick of my tongue

and as she started to come down, we laid there together tangled up in each other,

wrapping my body around hers like she does for me, until we meld into one soft endless edgeless entity,

no sense of where either of us ends and the other begins

just soft giggles and the taste of her lips and wiping the sweat off her cheeks,

whispering soft I love yous in the dim bedroom light

[sweetieprogress]

Oh my goddd the thought of someone domming me solely to play with me?? The thought of someone not caring if they’re teasing me or edging me or if I’m overstimulated they just want to give me more and more? The thought of being tied up and so vulnerable for someone while they just do things to me and I just take it and it feels so good and I have no say?? Fuck

[trash-m0uth]

Goddd I’m so ungodly fucking horny

She’s making me edge for a week and tomorrows the last day of it but it’s so hard not to cave rn I just want get cock in me and a vibrator against my clit making me scream

[skz-streamer]

A Lost Cause- Teaser (2/3)

Pairing: Felix (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, slight smut?

Warnings: mentions of suicide, scarred wrist, pain, car crash, PTSD, abusive/toxic boyfriend, substances, abuse, bruising, crying, um... lmk if I missed anything else❤️

Notes: This is just a teaser!!! things that are in the genre and warnings part might not be in the teaser...be patient 😘. Fic will be posted tomorow :)

Word count: 509;)

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A Week Later

Your eyes snap open, the clock on your bedside table reads ‘5:00am’ shit. You had a feeling this would happen, sleep early and wake up early. You grabbed your phone giving up the thought of trying to go back to bed again, you had tried that already and it didn’t work. Like at all. Nothing was open at this time. Ugh what were you supposed to do now? You drag yourself out of bed and slug to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. You get your cast off in another week, it was kinda depressing to look at actually. Usually most casts would be decorated with hearts or names and even little messages, but yours was just a plain white. In fact it was starting to get a little gray around the edges. Maybe if you were with your ex he would’ve- the coffee pot loudly beeps interrupting your thoughts, goddd why were you so hung up over him?

You decide to go out for a walk, maybe some fresh air would be good for you, there is actually a really pretty bridge near your house. It overlooked the ocean. It was pretty nice in the morning, known for providing a beautiful view of sunrises and sunsets. You quickly change into a messy outfit, you just throw on some jean shorts and a tank top. You grab a jacket and head out, looking at yourself in the mirror for the first time in a while, you look different. It’s a cleaner look, smoother skin with no bruises or scratches ruining your skin. Your top perfectly showed the little inward curve your waist had, you didn’t have an ‘hourglass body’ but you were happy with what you had. 

Gladly the bridge was a walkable distance from your apartment, you still didn’t have a car. Gosh there were so many things to sort out. You really tried not to think about all of the things you needed to do…not to mention your job, you hoped you hadn’t lost that. All your worries were blown away as soon as you felt the cold breeze hit your hair. You loved the ocean, the idea that so much was hidden in it scared you and intrigued you at the same time. You felt inclined towards it. You continue to stroll down the bridge, the waves crashing against nearby rocks, the sounds of seagulls, it was all beautiful to you. 

Not looking where you’re walking you bump into someone, sending your coffee to spill all over yourself. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry” you stutter out. “No I should be sorry, look at yourself” he replies, it’s a familiar voice almost like Feli- you find yourself looking straight into his eyes. You had tried your very best to not think about him, especially since what happened in the hospital, it was a mistake. Mistake? That didn’t seem like the right word, maybe an accident? You didn’t mean to lunge at Felix after your ex left, but you felt safe with him, warm.

[bye-bye-firefly]

Oh! Is this about the new ao3 ai policy? I think I heard about that last night. I had checked Unseeliekey’s account and saw that he had deleted all of his works. Read that he had been thinking of deleting them for awhile because of ao3’s policies and he didn’t wanna support them but the ai thing is what sent him over the edge. Might wanna double check that though since I was sleepy when I read that and may not have absorbed all the info or absorbed it correctly. I have most of Unseeliekey’s works saved in my google drive so I can still reread them, which I’m very thankful for, would be so heartbroken if I could never see them again.

Anyway, I’m really sorry you have to make all your works account only just so the stupid ais can’t get their little grubby ai mining hands on them! All this ai stuff is really gross and really sucks

that whole thing i posted was actually sparked by unseeliekey leaving! which is really sad honestly. and imo with my two cents if i am to say anything about that. ao3 doesnt even support ai they just dont know what to do at this time Legally. i disagree with a lot of unseeliekey's points, but that's not really up to me to convince him i did not even know him and i dont want to tell him hes wrong. its his thoughts and his worldview so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sad to see him go, though. thats fandom history lost right there. newer fans will never get to see fics that literally SHAPED the fandom. unseeliekey is pretty much responsible for the phantom thief au as it is today. it really is such a great loss. i hope that maybe he changes his mind, makes them public but not on ao3. maybe puts out the chapters that never made it to the light of day; i know there were chapters that were done, just not published before he left the fandom, if he still has those files

and goddd the fucking ai. i hate having to make my fics ao3 accounts only it pisses me off so bad i just want people to be able to read my shit without having to worry about scrapes and shit like that like. i am still kind of on the fence about making some of my newer stuff account only. like making nameless and nobody move account only? i hate that. maybe ill make my finished works account only and then wait until everything that i havent abandoned is done to make them account only. that might be the better plan. just pisses me off theres nothing we can do right now IM SO SERIOUS we need to find a way to make glaze for writers im not tech savvy but there has to be a way where people on ao3 can be able to read the work but ai cant and it just fucks them. that would be great but i dont even know if thats possible

[lannisterdaddyissues]

OKAY i watched edge of tomorrow and it was SO FUCKING GOOD like what a good idea for a movie i was CAPTIVATED it felt like a video game and OH MY GOD CAGE IS SUCH A SIMP FOR RITA i swear i watched the scene in the barn like ten times HIS HANDS when he’s bandaging her shoulder 😮‍💨 and making her coffee 🥺 i want to gif it and gosh he’s so yummy when he’s a freaking MESS thats a mf malewife if i’ve ever seen one!!!!!! cage is like: pls let’s go back to the farmhouse to sleep and rita: *shoots him in the head* FUCK thank u a million for encouraging me to wathc it i will be thinking about major william cage way too much now🥲

AGHHHHHH BESTIE YES OMG EDGE OF TOMORROW BRAINROT WE LOVE TO SEE IT WE LOVE TO HEAR IT!!!!!! OUGHODGHUDG ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS ARE SO CORRECT IM EATING THE DRYWALL GODDD

cage is SUCH a simp for rita i love that we are all saying it, if she has 1million fans he is one of them if she has 1 fan he is one of them etc etc, hes literally so fucking gone on her its beautiful to watch his love for her start to unfold ohhhh i need a paramedic

and the barn scene yes my GOD!!! i’m not the first one to say it but the service sub energy in there was killing me softly, for such a selfish man he cares for her so selflessly, dying over and over again for the sake of a hopeless future but refusing to let her stake her own life on it, stopping time just to afford her this little luxury, how could you ever expect me to be normal about it like be serious hes so in love with her… god they give me knight and princess vibes but he’s the princess who clearly thinks she’s the knight and it’s so ououghguhgogu <- dead

he is yummy he is SO YUMMY ugh the training scenes where we get to see him with his hair down and hes all sweaty and he looks so good like man wdym you’re not a soldier !!! and he’s just so tired and scared and confused all the time we love to see it honestly nobody is better at playing pathetic, pitiful, sopping wet little meow meows than tom cruise <3

i am so so glad my encouragement bore fruit. please if u ever have even a single thought about major bill cage feel free to stop by my door bc i can assure you it will be very welcome in my brain 🫡