#i don't wanna overwhelm her

[nesswrites]

FINISHED SEASON 16 REACTIONS:

Damn they were both actually spying on Vance NOT because of racism? And also just "we were sus of you but turns out y'all are the only good people here" is very funny.

Fornell's daughter my girl? What the fuck baby (I know the spoiler about what happens to her in season 18 and I am NOT ready actually, I like the fornell family)

It is increasingly funny that in a "blink and you'll miss it" scene of Vance deleting the picture of him and the spy who spied on him, they flash his phone and I need to grab a photo sometime except paramount plus is tricky to do that on as it gets small. BUT ANYWAY the photos you see like the default government building, a recent picture of Kayla, and then a photo of his son taken like 6 seasons ago but it's at the top of his phone's gallery implying he took the image recently.

ZIVA CONFIRMED!!!!!!

Anyway I'm so glad that Mitch Pileggi was actually a good guy because Supernatural made him a bad guy but to me he'll always be Director Skinner X-Files

McGee acting surprised by "Gibbs killed the man that shot his wife" SIR YOU KNEW THIS. YOU WERE WITH ABBY WHEN SHE DISCOVERED THIS. YOU WERE THERE WHEN THE DAUGHTER OF THE BAD GUY KIDNAPPED GIBBS AND WHEN HER BROTHER TRIED TO KILL YOU ALL. They literally TOLD YOU this McGee.

It's about time they burnt rule 10 actually. That one is broken so often, and then Gibbs also gets grumpy when you don't break it anyway.

Bishop accusing two of her coworkers of murder. She DEF worked homeland holy shit.

The ComicCon plot was great but you can't just go "Invite Torres" then "Invite Gibbs?" as your sixth invite? You bring Kaylee! SHE IS A NERD GUYS.

TRANS ACTOR JJ HAWKINS? HOLY SHIT. He was only in the show for like 5 minutes but he absolutely stole the scene he was in. Torres WISHES he had that grace.

Torres you are so lucky Jimmy saved your ass you son of a bitch, Delilah bought those tickets with her money, and she can and will have killed you if there wasn't a replacement. I get the whole "we need bribery" but you can't just give away $4500 of comic con tickets purchased by someone else.

Gibbs def needs a nap.

I appreciate them telling Torres "bro it's never your fault if you get roofied bud, don't go beating yourself up" because Torres would never be the type to blame another victim in his situation, so he needs to not blame himself.

Torres approaching his drinking problem? Realism in my show?

HHH stop making platonic friends wanna FUCK. I LIKE platonic Bishop and Torres.

Ducky as historian is a great way to keep him in the show while leaving us with majority Palmer actually. Palmer earned his place and having him play second fiddle to Ducky was starting to feel forced since Palmer has been in charge for a long while now.

The episode where Palmer deals with his father in law and talks about how he has two dads in Gibbs and Ducky? I cried like a bitch. Also his brother in law immediately knowing it was Palmer that saved him and not Ed? Classic. Palmer holds him accountable.

Anyway, Ziva CONFIRMED. I fucking adore Ziva so much.

Okay FINALLY watching seasons 16-current on NCIS.

Still in season 16 but I'm dropping some of my reactions so far.

I love that Torres and Palmer got into a fight at a wine and paint workshop, not because the guys were implying they were gay...but because they guys implying they were gay were being homophobic about it. Half expected Nick to kiss Jimmy just to piss them off.

Vance, dear, you really should vet your romantic interests better.

On Vance, glad they finally acknowledged his son? Apparently he is staying with his aunt but how long has this been happening? I honestly figured they'd killed his son off a couple seasons back, since he had this whole thing with his daughter's friend being a delinquent, but his son wasn't mentioned nor did he show up. At least they've acknowledged the boy.

ZIVA CONFIRMED?

Back to Vance but why is it with the CIA dude and now Mitch Pileggi's character (down to the southern accent he used in Supernatural) whenever there's a whole plotline that will end in Vance being hurt in some way, it reeks of racist reasons? Old white dudes in this show just HATE Vance. Hate him for better reasons, thanks.

Why do people keep putting Gibbs in charge of NCIS. You'd think by now they'd have a different senior field agent or an assistant director to step in, and not the dude who goes on cases and refuses to sign paperwork.

At this point I think Gibbs fully understands tech but refuses to acknowledge he does. Man hung up on Ducky in facetime then went "what's a facetime :3"

I love Palmer so much, he's great.

Whatever Torres and Bishop have going on? I want it. I know later they make it some romance bullshit but right now in the platonic friends era? That's great. Honestly they make great platonic friends they're more ♦ than they are ♥.

I know the next episode is gonna have Delilah, but that's seriously her only appearance this season? What the fuck honestly. I love Delilah.

It still bugs me that between seasons 14 and 15 Quinn just disappeared with a throwaway acknowledgement of "went to care for her mom" that is blink and you miss it honestly. It bugs me so much.

NCIS give me a gay character that doesn't die challenge (I miss Dorney still). Or at least acknowledge how bisexual Torres is. Man has more ex boyfriends than he has sense, and he won't admit it at all.

Still acknowledging this is in fact copaganda, but at least they show that cops suck ass and are dicks more than other copaganda shows? Though honestly it is still wild how the military cop show is one of the more liberal ones in political views, despite killing their gays. I watch it mostly because it's a comfort thing at this point.

[killdivine]

AAAAAAAAAA- my verses are officially UP on my carrd. more to come too i can promise you that. ( castle/vania & league & hades ,,,are in the works. )

[dootznbootz]

This may sound silly but there's something just soft about friends sending silly memes or vids or whatever to me.

Like whether or not you're a pretty good conversationalist, there's something so soft about "hey, this made me think of you" or even a silly "...Hey, I wanna chatter again."

[cesium-sheep]

well I feel well enough to cut my hair (just a maintenance trim) on an impulse because I'm fussy and bored. I think being bored is a not insignificant chunk of the general fuss that's started causing problems.

[ilkkawhat]

i'm already trying to talk myself out of working tomorrow fuck!!

[mosspapi]

My appointment with my doctor is on Friday but apparently my mother is making us go to ikea on Wednesday. I'm still laying in bed basically all day from last Friday. How does she expect me to go to ikea while I feel like this AND be able to have a coherent conversation with my doctor on Friday. I'm gonna lose it

[lady-lycany]

I really like my psychologist... I really do, but after todays talk I'm not sure If I should keep talking about my werewolf thing goin on 🚶🏻‍♀️

[izzy-b-hands]

There's a man vomiting loudly outside (potentially in our parking lot, but I'm deeply in an overstimulated autism thing rn and i simply cannot be arsed to get up and check)

I would normally, but there's already a man out there interrogating him and like. I'm sure he's well-intentioned, but I lost my shit at his opener of 'Hey buddy, you having a good day?'

He's being violently sick in public; i think you can assume he's not enjoying this day.

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@packagecfgirlyevil // kirk + gemma

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

[issak]

The BIG pretty lady in the G̵̢͉͊̒̈́o̵̡͙͙͛͒͠r̸̼͕͑͊͠g̸̘̟͚̓̔͑e̸̘̙̦͌̚͝o̸̞͓̔͒̕͜u̸͉̦̽͛̓s̸̺̞̫͐̀̚ leather dress woke me up by kissing me on the forehead after I told her I didn't want to dance with her on the abandoned western town, her dance partner was grooving in the background while she was holding my hands.

I can't remember their faces, or the color of their skin, or the color/shape of their hair, or the sound of their voices, what I remember is that they were REALLY TALL, almost twice my height, and that the lady was wearing a very "complex" B̷l̷a̷c̷k̷ v̷e̷i̷l̷ and that her dress was this intricate layered glossy material, that moved like echoes, split down the center were more layers could be seen.

Everything seemed fine, there was no dread, no immediate threats, no ominous music, I can't even remember if there WAS music, for all I know they were dancing to the sound of the wind and the warmth of the sun, I think it was logical for me to have agreed to her offer, she was warm, she might have been wearing gloves, and her smile was so soooo pretty, and most importantly I felt "safe"

I think the guy was wearing some sort of shiny black leather pants ? And had....long hair...maybe?

They were funny (I did not smile), even goofy (I wasn't laughing), and they were oh so charming/ welcoming, but despite ALL that, something DEEP DEEP in my "core" just DID NOT WANNA, simple, there was no fear, or shyness, or contempt, no instinctual reason, I felt fine, THEY made FEEL fine, the whole "scene" made me feel juuuust fine, but like a toddler throwing a tantrum in a display of the most basics of wants and needs I Truly (verbatim) "Did not wanna" .

I think she got that, I think she understood that there was nothing she could do to make me "want" to D̶a̶n̶c̶e̶ with them, nothing she could change about the dream that would make me change my mind, because by all accounts, I should have wanted to dance, I was there, in that alley way, we were holding hands, the answer was but guaranteed, I had been grooving on my own in that dark empty ice ring before they approached me, and it was so bright and sunny when I was with them, and I felt just FINE and she was so pretty and her smile was so warm

But my honest, purest desire at the time was

"I don't wanna"

[snapbackslide]

bit in my feelings this week

[fandesinae]

mmm thinking about .... m&m baby.

[racemeyibo]

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[boyapologist]

my day was super shitty but a lady on the bus randomly paid for my ticket cause she had a free pass? so I guess there's still good in the world

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

1.5k words

Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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