#group chat anons

[cyberdenizen]

Hi!!! Hope u r doing well :] !

Have you ever had a DomxSubxDom threesome? What was that like?

-GC anons!

Well hello there once more, little group chat.

I'm doing very well. I was fast asleep when you sent me this, and honestly it was very restful sleep for once.

Now, I have not had a DomxSubxDom threesome before, but I have thought of it quite a bit in the past.

How fun it might be to spitroast a pathetic, drooling little subby pet after taking turns teasing and tormenting them?

Or to have a drippy sub cockwarming one dom while the other fondles, fingers, chokes, does whatever else they with.

Or even to simply be sat side by side as the drooly doll bobs their head up and down on one cock, then the other, back and forth, unable to choose.

And for those of you with a breeding kink... well... now imagine a case of being pumped full of cum, over and over, after each load, swapping which cock stuffs you... I wonder what it might be like to take bets after such an evening...

Ah, but that's all in my mind. I've not had the opportunity to experience such wonderful things for myself yet.

[lesamis]

are you a Byron or Wilde apologist?

concerned citizens from 1895 are messaging me

[greg-montgomery]

oh my lord what if like hotch texts a picture of the sunset being like “i know how much you love sunsets” to the team group chat instead of sending it to reader accidentally and the team is trying to figure out who he tried to send it to because they don’t know that hotch and reader are dating shaidbhdiandxhsi

i think that’ll be hilarious

i also love u so so much sorry for constantly sending requests 😭😭

- 🌷

omg pls don’t be sorry i love them and you 🥹

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[writersmorgue]

they’re in love 🫶

thank you anon i love this so much.

hbd laura ingalls wilder my childhood idol

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I'm SORRY but,,,,, instead of Legacy accidentally injuring Reader, what if Reader accidentally injures Legacy????

Poor guy is always so careful around them!! Careful with his claws, with his sharp armour, with his inhuman strength. Such a teeny tiny wife person cannot protect themselves from him so he has to be extra careful!!! It does not even CROSS poor guy's mind that they're not all that unable-to-fuck-up either, especially with how they're sometimes prone to being a little absentminded

:))

I'll leave it you your deviously beautiful mind to come up with the details, and whether this is going in the angst direction (YES) or the fluff one (ALSO YES) but,,,,

😌😌😌 yeah

oh, you're devious for this anon,,, however i am feeling fluffy tonight so we shall be silly!!!

it happens, like many injuries do, entirely by accident. the day is warm and sunny, beetles chirping in the trees and only a few clouds drifting across the sky- it's the weekend, too, so you and Foul Legacy are sprawled out in the warm grass, soaking up as much sun as you can before you inevitably have to go back to work. Legacy purrs beside you, stretching his claws happily as his delicate wings glitter in the light. you can't handle as much sun as he can, though- sometimes you joke that Legacy is powered by sunrays and snuggles- and after a bit of dawdling you haul yourself to your feet and wander back towards the house to prevent yourself from getting overheated and lethargic, slipping through the unlatched door and idly giving it a quick shove so it shuts faster

there's a sudden CRACK and a pained screech, and your blood goes cold

Foul Legacy whines faintly as you rush back outside, holding his head and letting out little anguished cries- he had just wanted to follow you back inside! but you hadn't noticed, so the door slammed shut right in his face, making a small crack where it hit. there's no blood, thank god, but you can't help but murmur countless apologies as you gently massage around the area to soothe the pain, Legacy leaning into your palms with a soft whimper. the chitin will repair itself rather quickly, a gauze patch over the crack for good measure, and Legacy insistently buries his head into your lap once you get inside and sit down, craving more of your tender care. he doesn't blame you in the slightest, your shoulder already laden with the guilt of accidentally hurting him- until he gives your hands a quick, careful nip in retaliation, hiding his face in your shirt and shaking with growling laughs when you let out an indignant yelp

[drowsy-zzz]

yumi helping reader with a bad hangover please? if this is bad just ignore <3

-📻 (if it isnt taken)

YESS OFC!! Thanks for the request 📻 anon, also FIRST POST I HOPE THIS GOES WELL 🙏 <3

Warnings- mentions of alcohol, bad language, and really just sweet fluff (and bad grammar 💗)

You have no idea what time it is but it’s definitely past midnight. But nevertheless your in your kitchen drinking your heart out, it was reasonable since it was the weekend. But that ended up with you grabbing the spare keys your boyfriend gave you and driving to his house (surprisingly without getting pulled over or crashing shhh). You get to his house, open the door, then plop yourself on his couch passing out a few minutes later.

At about 10:23am Blake finally gets out his room, and walks down the stairs to see you lying curled up on his couch. “What the hell..?!” he scream whispers to himself running over to you. When he gets over to you he shakes you awake, "Are you okay? Why the hell are you here?". You turn over and face him rubbing your head nodding "I'm alright, sorry for the unannounced visit.." you say avoiding the question from embarrassment. Blakes only response was a nod and a mumbly "It's okay". He sits down next to you rubbing your back not knowing what to say or do. A few minutes go by and Blake picks you up bridal style carrying you to his room.

You get to his room and he lays you on his bed. "You look fucked. What happened?" he asks standing next to the bed as you lay there rubbing your eyes. "I got drunk and missed you, so i grabbed your spare key and came here" you say with embarrassment. Blake pauses then finally speaks, "Wait so you drove here?!" shocked. You look up at him “Well i made it here safely that's all that matters?”. All he does is roll his eyes and speak in a plummy tone, “I'm going to go get you water and Advil, stay right there” . You nod as he walks out the room.

Later he comes back up to the room with the water and meds. While you still lay there curled up in a ball he just places the stuff on the side table next to the bed, then sits down next to you rubbing your head. He then pulls you up onto him placing your head on his chest running his hands through your tangled hair. "I'm sorry." you spoke in a gravelly tone. All Blake does in response is kiss the top of your head hugging you. He begins to pull you to sit up still on him, then grabbing the water and medicine looking at you as you rub your eyes once more. "Please take this" he added smiling a little at your sleepy demeanor. You look up at him and take the stuff from his hands "Mhm so you can drug me?" jokingly. Blake laughs and rolls his eyes.

Moments later you are laying next to him, with his arm around you as y'all watch Y/F movie. Blake pulls you closer to him "You feeling any better?" he adds. You nod looking up and smiling at him "A lot, thank you". He smiles back and kisses you cheek "I'm glad". As he says that you close your eyes to drift back into sleep.

THANK SM FOR THE REQUEST!!

[popfizzles]

Missy Houndstooh < typo spotted. Get em boys (/lh)

NOOO ITS FIXED NOW SOBBING

[mcytblrsexymen]

hey what’s your opinion on voter fraud

[image ID: a screenshot from the data crunch group chat. “Sorrel dis u” and then a screenshot from the spreadsheet that says “voters fraud is a beautiful name for a baby girl”. there is a reply from someone nicknamed “classically trained drabbler” that says “surprisingly not” and then “u see i am subtle and classy about my voter fraud except when im not” /end ID]

uh. totally against it. yep.

[cyberdenizen]

how do you practice aftercare online and physically?

-gc anons

Well now, hello again gc anons, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?

Considering the two sides of your ask are so unique, I suppose I should break my answer into two parts.

Before I do though, I'll emphasize that aftercare should be unique based on the needs of the person receiving it as well as the actions performed prior to aftercare.

In-Person Aftercare

When physically with someone, it's important to address any "harm" you may have done. For example, if you've just been spanking your little's bum raw, make sure you use some soothing moisturizer or cream after.

Always make sure to refill their water, and get them a damp cloth to clean them up with as needed. Some people like hot cloths, others like cool, so make sure you ask about it!

If you've bound you sub up, make sure you're gentle in unbinding or cutting them out of their situation. Don't forget to check if theirs any deep marks from the straps or rope and address them accordingly!

To me, the important part of in-person aftercare is understanding what my partner needs to be brought slowly and carefully back into "real-space" from their sub-space or little-space.

And, especially for after hypnosis, remember to be slow! You don't rush play, so don't rush aftercare!

...

Online Aftercare

Online aftercare is clearly different, given that the dom isn't physically their with their sub, but in many ways it is the same.

The goal doesn't change, make your sub feel comforted as you slowly guide them out of sub-space and help them get hydrated and clean.

Sometimes that means preparing ahead of time, making sure your toy has their water when they play so they don't need to struggle to get it after.

But for online, the most important part becomes just being there. Don't just leave your sub alone after you're done play. Make sure you check in for hours to come.

Sometimes, especially with late night sessions, it can become harder because you're not up and about getting aftercare done, but do try your best not to just fall asleep on your sub... I struggle with this sometimes and it upsets me any time it happens.

[strangersatellites]

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

lust (noun) - a shortcut to sexual fulfillment, but it doesn’t actually get you there. When you lust after someone, you are objectifying that person for your own selfish pleasure. 

The summer heat beats down with a strength that must rival that straight out of Hell, Eddie thinks. 

The thermometer Wayne keeps on the porch outside reading somewhere between ninety degrees and the devil’s asscrack and Eddie can feel all of it. 

Sweat rolling down his spine even where he’s sat in the shade, sunglasses and baseball cap on and a glass of ice water pressed to the back of his neck. 

You couldn’t pay him enough money to set foot in the grass, to feel the sun hit his skin and start burning it instantly.

The only thing keeping him even outside is Steve. 

Steve who is washing his car like it's the most important job he’ll ever have. He’s paying attention to details that Eddie’s never even noticed, let alone noticed were clean.

But that’s not what Eddie’s paying attention to anyway is it?

No. There might be one thing in the steamy July air that is hotter than the sun, and it's the thoughts running through Eddie’s head. There’s nothing cool about those. 

See, Eddie’s covered in a layer of grime and his hair has gone frizzy and he’s sprawled across the couch in a way he knows makes him look less like a man and more like a deflated balloon.

But despite the heat, Steve looks like a vision.

He’s got on a tight little pair of cut-off shorts that do absolute wonders for his thighs. 

He’s ripped the sleeves off and cropped one of Eddie’s old band shirts, a white one at that, and Eddie’s eyes can trail all the way from his shoulder to his happy trail, view unobstructed. 

He’s got his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses that started on his eyes but were apparently hindering his vision too much. Whatever. Eddie’s not complaining. He looks sexy with his hair pushed back.

It started out innocent enough. With Eddie mentally making a note to tell him he looks cute the next time he’s close enough to the porch.

But that was before he took a break from scrubbing to douse himself under the hose. 

Because now Eddie’s old, white band shirt is stuck to his skin like glue. Like it was painted on just for him. Eddie loves Steve’s strong arms, he does. But he’s never going to pass up an opportunity to watch the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin. The “Metallica” stretched across his shoulders is just icing on the cake.

When faced with the wrath of the sun, Eddie’s skin turns pink and tender. But Steve goes a beautiful warm golden and his freckles seem to multiply. 

Right now Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s legs. The way his muscles go taut when he squats down to scrub at his hubcaps. If he squints hard enough against the harsh afternoon light, Eddie can almost make out the indentions of his own teeth on the underside of his thigh. The fading purple bruise he’d sucked into soft skin, sweaty for an entirely different reason. 

He thinks of the way he’s made those strong legs tremble and shake. The way he’s had them wrapped around his waist, his head. 

Steve shifts and sits on the grass, leans back on both of his hands and throws his head back with a sigh. Eddie’s gaze gets redirected to the shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, but still strong tummy. 

He wants to lick his collarbones and leave bruises on his neck. More bruises, that is. There’s already a few mottled across his skin because Eddie just can’t help himself. How could he? How could anybody help themselves with Steve in their lap whimpering their name like a prayer? Eddie gave up trying to hold back a long time ago. 

When his eyes come back into focus Steve is stretching to reach across his windshield, back muscles stretched long and strong. If Eddie closes his eyes he can imagine the feeling of the welts he’d left across his skin. Claw marks drug all the way down his back. Can almost imagine the feeling that elicited them. The groan he’d pulled out of his boy in turn. 

Eddie snaps his eyes open and is met with Steve’s lazy smile looking his way and he really can’t be blamed for the heat it sends dipping into his stomach and the strained huff he grits out. 

The way Steve throws his head back again, this time in a laugh at Eddie’s distress, doesn’t help his case. 

It gets the worst though, when Steve sets to detailing the hood. 

Now he’s got his back directly facing Eddie. He’s bent over at the waist, hips popped back and his spine dipped low and Eddie’s not a praying man, he’s not. 

But he’s about to send up one of gratitude because sometimes he can hardly believe Steve’s his. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve’s onto him. He knows because he’d laughed. Because he’s peeking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Eddie’s eyes are still on him. He knows because he’s tugged his little shorts up enough that the crease of his ass and his thighs sits right below the frayed denim hem. 

There might’ve been a time where Eddie would’ve tried valiantly to redirect his train of thought. To stop himself from making a fool of himself. But now Steve’s his boyfriend. And Steve knows Eddie’s thinking about getting him naked more often than he’s not these days. He’s just as bad. 

So Eddie lets himself sink into it. Into the visions of the bounce of Steve’s cheeks when Eddie smacks him. Of the tiny freckle just shy of his hole and how he loves to sink his teeth around it. The tiny heart tattoo on the back of his right hip that Steve totally should not have let Eddie give him, but they both love nonetheless.  

He thinks about the way his normally strong voice, breaks and goes soft when Eddie fucks him. The way he squirms when he rides Eddie’s face. 

The goosebumps that break out across his skin on the comedown and his glassy eyes and soft smile. 

His eyes are wide open but he’s so lost in the memory of his boy’s ass pulled against his hips that he misses when Steve stops washing his car and climbs the steps of the porch. Doesn’t see him until he feels his weight drop down across his lap and hears Steve ask what he’s thinking about in a sultry whisper.

So Eddie really doesn’t feel all that bad about his thoughts burning hotter than the summer sun when he says, “Nothing, baby. Just you.”

[greg-montgomery]

hi my love!!! me again (who’s surprised), and i LOVED the last message fic thingy u wrote! ur my fav thank you for taking my request!!!

i have another one…. if you want it 😭

so like what if the team is all on a case (they know hotch and reader are tg), and they’re all trying to sleep at the hotel but hotch and reader are being too ✨loud✨, so the team is like spamming the group chat telling them to stfu 😭

i feel like that would be hilarious, especially if the whole team is mad but rossi is like leave the kids alone 😭

IM SORRY MY BRAIN IS JUST AARON HOTCHNER.

anyway, i love love love and appreciate you! my fav writer of all time.

- 🌷

hiiii 🤭🤭 thank you so so much!!!! ily!!!

18+ - MINORS DNI!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

part 2

[writersmorgue]

idk. anyway-

thanks anon!!

[of-mutts-and-men]

I would love to be a plucky young adventurer who heard about local farmers losing livestock to a dangerous werewolf that's been prowling the area and seems to be getting more aggressive lately. I'd scope the territory out until I find a large, secluded cave that would be perfect as a werewolf den/lair and charge in with my sword at the ready to slay the beast before realising what a big misjudgement I've made. It's not that there was one werewolf seen pillaging the farmlands. It's that there was one werewolf seen at a time, and I've just barged into the lair of an entire pack. All of whom are in rut, explaining the increased aggression as of late, and all of whom appear to be very interested in the fertile little adventurer who has but given himself to the hungry beasts.

And in case it wasn't clear enough, then they rip off all my armour, gear and clothes and make me the centre of a marathon breeding orgy until I'm suspended between knots and stuffed so full of fertile werewolf cum I couldn't leave even I wanted to <3

(I feel like I've been seeing a lot of monstery threesome/group sex posts on your blog lately and it got me thinking :P)

And there’s gonna be more if my drafts have anything to say about it >:) The more the merrier.

But I would like to be too stuffed to move right about now. Preferably while laying on a big werewolf’s chest, too bred and blissed out to care about what I came there for

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

I just can't get over how Tails spied on Sonic in the bath via satellite in the movies (and enjoyed the view. He knew what he was doing). They (probably unintentionally) giving us shippers fuel ❤️👀

Listen listen, anon

Anon

I think about some of those tidbits from Sonic Movie 2 all the time

I mean it's not as if this is out of character for Tails (given that he more explicitly just kind of straight up stalked Sonic in the backstory in Japan's version of the Sonic 2 manual) but man

This really is not to mention the way Sonic feigns uncomfortability/disgust when he's like "You even watch me in the shower??", and then when Tails doesn't even skip a beat explaining that he knows Sonic takes bubble baths Sonic full 180s into "Wow!😊". Just full on impressed with how extensively Tails has been watching him

Like they just dropped on us "Tails watches Sonic constantly like it's the Sonic show, no matter how private or intimate the moment" and "by all rights Sonic is perfectly okay with the knowledge of this behavior" and expected us to be normal about it?😂

I could probably make an entire post logging Sonic movie 2's sontails shipping fuel honestly

Honarable mention of a scene is when Maddie starts looking through Tails' backpack of inventions and comments "This fox is into some freaky stuff!"

Interesting connotations there

Anyways😂

[drowsy-zzz]

could you write abt grunk with an s/o that stars in/makes a lot of short horror films or analog series? i really liked your yumi writing and i was hoping you could bring this idea to life 🫶🫶

OMG YES!!! I love this idea sm, and thank you anon! i appreciate all the support i have been given! <3

Warnings- tooth rotting fluff, and horror movie topics !!

You and Grunk were dating, and he adored that you were a horror movie actor. He loved watching you meticulously do your makeup before heading to the set. Although he wasn't usually allowed on set, you managed to sneak him in a few times so he could silently cheer you on from the sidelines. His favorite part of your job was when you finished a movie or show, and you two could cuddle up on the couch and watch it together. As you watched, he constantly showered you with compliments, saying things like, "You did so good in that part!" and "Look! That's my girlfriend... In a movie!" He would either be very quiet, paying close attention to the movie, or he would be praising you non-stop about your performance.

One of the first days of your career, as you were getting your makeup done on the set of one of your movies, Grunk managed to sneak in again. He watched in awe as the makeup artists transformed you into your character, his eyes filled with admiration and excitement. He couldn't help but whisper encouraging words, making you feel even more confident about your role. As the scenes were shot, he silently cheered you on, feeling proud to be part of this incredible journey with you. The memory of those moments, filled with love and support, made your bond even stronger, and he cherished every second of it. When the movie was released, you were back on the couch together, watching it.

Thank you for the req! And i have changed up my rules a bit in my intro please read those! (sorry if this cringy i like making lovey dovey shittt and if this isnt what you expected 😭 <3)

[merakiui]

Glorious Masquerade coming out tmmrw which means I can finally know the answer to THE most important question in TWST:

How did Idia get his hair to be short?

- Amethyst Anon

WAIT OMG YOU'RE RIGHT!!!!! :O I think he just pulled it up and pinned it??? Maybe the excess hair is hidden under his hat. :D or perhaps it's a magic thing??? I feel as if the answer is so obvious and simple, but I'm merely overthinking it LOL.

BUT!!!!! I'm very excited!!!! >w< I only have 50 summons saved for Mr. Azul, but I'm determined to bring tako home. This is my dream and my delusion all in one: he will come home!!! orz good luck bringing home anyone if you are summoning, Amethyst anon!!!!