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[imseungminsgf]

IM GONNA FUCKING CRY WHY IS HE SO SWEET

KINKTOBER DAY 3 - FELIX

TITLE: Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream

PAIRING: Felix x reader

SUMMARY: A scene that takes place between you and soft-dom Felix!

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: soft-dom Felix, sub reader, bondage, orgasm denial, teasing, edging, swearing, squirting, reader is wearing a collar, use of the word 'slut', use of a vibrator, praise, aftercare.

KINK: BDSM

KINKTOBER LIST - MASTERLIST

The rope dragging across your skin leaves a burning sensation every time you try to move. It’s inevitable to feel it when you’re shaking and shivering from the orgasmic torture that Felix has been putting you through for nearly an hour now.

He spent a few minutes before the scene binding the top half of your body with gorgeous lengths of white rope and fitting a spreader bar below your knees to keep your legs open for the vibrator that he comfortably slotted in between. 

It had been tortuously pressed against your clit for the past twenty minutes, barred from ever cumming by Felix who sat back watching you squirm with impatience while he sucked on a lollipop. These types of scenes are his ultimate favourite pastimes.

Sometimes he’ll set you on the bed and bind you with rope. Then he would have all of your holes plugged with something - a ball gag for your mouth, a buttplug for your ass, a dildo, and vibrator that he would bind to your inner thigh so that it reaches your clit. After that he would return back to his desk to play again while you cum your brains out in the meantime.

Only after Felix has finished playing will he return to a mess on his bed from between your thighs. That allows him to then seize the opportunity to fuck you.

This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s engaged fully in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times. 

“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”

This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s fully engaged in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times. 

“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. 

“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”

You slant to one side when you hear that you’re not going to be cumming any time soon. It’s enough to actually start making you cry.Tears slowly start falling from the corners of your eyes while you shudder at the cold news. Felix looks down at you, pouting. 

“Why are you crying my love?” He asks softly, looking down at you with such warm eyes. 

Your arms strain viciously against the restraints, “s’too much, please I can’t take it, please.”

Felix melts. Whether they’re crocodile tears or not, he’s fallen for it either way because he doesn’t like seeing you cry as a result of his own actions. So he leans down, his free hand coming up to the base of your throat before he kisses your lips tenderly. The strong strawberry flavour from the lollipop lingers on his tongue that it makes you want to kiss him for longer. 

It’s mixed in with the salt from your tears when he pecks you a few times on the lips before he slowly pulls back to look at you once more. Felix pops the lollipop back in his mouth and engrosses himself in how fucked out you look right now. Your red bitten lips look more kissable when they’re wet, and your damp eyes blinking up at him innocently.  

“So pretty,” he mutters quietly. “You wanna cum, hmm? Want to be a good little slut for me don’t you?” 

“Y-Yes, just for you,” you whimper in a pleading voice. 

Felix smiles softly as an idea comes to his head. He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, holding out the sweet to your lips before pushing past them for you to suck on. He pulls in and out a few times, gliding it over your tongue, and getting you to lick and suck on the ‘tip’, replicating a blowjob.

While he's letting you replicate a blowjob, Felix takes the remote to the vibrator out of his pocket and kicks the toy up a few notches until you peel back from the lollipop.

"Y-Yes...fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you," you suck in a breath of air when the pleasure starts overflowing.

It's been building up for a while that when it spills, so do you, literally. You reach the crest of your orgasm, chest heaving up and down while you cry out Felix's name. The euphoria starts to evolve over the long moments that the vibrator is still pressed against your clit. It sends shockwaves throughout every cell in your body, causing your vision to become patchy.

Felix watches your thighs tremble while he gently pushes some of your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, "good girl."

It all feels too good and ascending higher than you think it could ever reach and Felix hasn't let up on the vibrator as of yet. He pushes your body and mind beyond the brink of just a usual orgasm that's been built by edging. Felix makes you sink into sublime pleasure, causing you to squirt. It's not the first time it's happened, but he always reacts as if it is because that man can never get over witnessing it.

It splashes on the floor beneath you to which you can't help but feel embarrassed even though you're at the tail end of your orgasm. Felix dons a sick grin just watching it all happen in real-time. His level of need to see it is always insatiable.

"Baby," Felix purrs in a sweet voice. "That's my girl."

When you've just about doubled over from the intensity of your orgasm, Felix finally turns off the vibrator and helps you upright after discarding the lollipop nearby. Even though you've fully submitted to your restraints, he is quick to untie them and the spreader bar. There's only a short period of time before the very end of the scene where aftercare is needed.

Felix cannot and will not allow you to go descending into a sub-drop under his watch. So he helps you to your feet, dries your legs with a towel nearby and lies you down on the bed with him for a few moments.

"The floor..." you mutter weakly as Felix covers you in a warm, fuzzy blanket before scooting up in front of you.

He needs to take these measures before just throwing you in the shower. You'll both do that once he is satisfied that you're fully cognisant of things going on around you.

"I'll handle it soon, okay baby?" Felix assures you. "You just rest with me for now, yeah?

The warmth of his skin is enough to make you sleepy, and whilst your body is still buzzing, the sound of his steady heartbeat against his chest begins to calm you down. It's an incredible, timeless moment that you both want to live in forever - hoping that there's a chance for 'forever' to actually be real.

But you always both pretend that it is in order to combat the idea of being apart one day in this life or after. Just small times like these can get Felix choked up which is why he is so appreciative.

"Love you so much," Felix whispers to you.

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A/N: just about made myself cry at the end??? Also, this is a work that was meant to be uploaded the other day for those who are wondering why I posted twice!

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[paperglader]

i just feel like someone should take one for the team and write the fanfic where miss homotron goes to dragonstone on foot, meets her situationship’s new lover, and immediately goes like blind with jealousy and fury (rhaenyra, as always when alicent’s near, looks and behaves like a very confused kicked puppy)

i just need homotron and saphotron to meet, so the real war can begin

[ohitslen]

Promises

He should know better. 

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised. 

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment. 

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies. 

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit. 

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them. 

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

[forevermoreale]

The chokehold the later seasons of Spencer reid has on me is 🫠🫠

[petricorah]

a mystery [id in alt]

[marsbotz]

whats ur fucking deal

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @tizniz @strandfirefly 💖

I said I'm not starting new wips at least until the 7x10 fic is done but.... I started a new wip 🙈 I shared some of it yesterday for the wip tag game, but I wrote some more lol

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And so he gets up, taking deep breaths, trying to appear as normal as possible, and just as he’s about to take a step away from the bed, Tommy’s hand shoots up and wraps around Buck’s wrist loosely, from where he’s still spread out on the bed, now propping himself up on his elbow.

“Baby, you okay?” he asks, and Buck looks at him, sees the worry in his eyes, the small crease between his eyebrows, as he’s looking Buck up and down looking for any sign of something being wrong. Shit. It’s annoying sometimes, how quickly he became so well-attuned to Buck, how he knows him so well, and he’s so damn perceptive. Sometimes it’s adorable, and hot, and fills Buck with so much affection. Right now, it’s a nuisance. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” Buck smiles. Or, he tries, because at that moment he tries to step away again, and a searing jolt of pain shoots down his leg again, and he releases a breath that sounds like he was punched in the gut.

“Yeah, you’re clearly not fine.” Tommy raises an eyebrow, but his eyes are still full of concern. He tugs on Buck’s wrist lightly. “Come back here,” he pats the space on the bed Buck just vacated, and it’s so tempting, and he’s in pain, and he just wants to sit back down. But he’s also stubborn, and he decided that he’s fine and that he doesn’t want Tommy to worry for no reason.

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[bodhrancomedy]

It’s official. My knee is completely fucked. I can’t sit without pain, stiffness, and feeling like it’s pointing the wrong direction and walking ignites a line of tight fire right down the middle.

Hypermobility has finally caught up to me.

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

slowly but surely… 😔🥀🥀 another wip of my wintersberg piece

[saudrag]

guys do you think they’ve explored each other’s bodies?

[ratatatastic]

quite honestly we should have a canadian whos sole job it is to make a finn giggle do pressers together more often just for the chaos

if i had a nickle for everytime this happened id have two nickles which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice.

2024 nhl global series finland game 1 postgame interview | 11.1.24 (x)

[adriartts]

goretober day 6: Transformation

this mermaid concept is not mine!!! it is cool as hell and comes from my homeboy @ch1ck3n-t03s

[bembwashere]

HATCORD ART PROMPT #9

The Conductor's Train

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Hello everybody! This time around, the art prompt's theme is "Travel" which made me think that drawing The Owl Express would be pretty neat! I did most of the sketch by memory (Somehow (I know how I like speedrunning Train Rush all the time dfgsdfd) but I used a screenshot from the modding tools to add the extra little details!

I think Hat Kid likes to sneak onto the train without a ticket, which annoys The Conductor but he surprisingly lets it slide! I don't think you should try it though, you might be thrown off the side of a moving train which might uhh... hurt a little.

Anyways! I hope you enjoy this art i've done for the art prompt! (Extra sketch under the cut) VvV

I'm sure this has happened before

[youreyeson1y]

never thought i'd hear chk chk boom be played at our school field on the speakers but we gone done it lol

[roys-our-boy]

Every week I go “Jiji in the anime this week? 🥺👉👈”. And every week I’m disappointed

[clonerightsagenda]

Slipped up and said fuck at work but under the circumstances I don't think any jury would convict me.