#no pressure or obligation to do this yall

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Cho Hyun-ju NSFW headcannons. 🔞 🔞

WARNING: This is basically just smut so if your not an adult....don't read! ⚠️

What would Hyun-ju be like in bed?

Pre bottom surgery:

- She's so shy at first, and definitely nervous, she doesn't want you to see her as less of a woman, and you reassure her that, that would never be the case! You won't do a thing until she is ready and comfortable.

- When time comes that you are intimate for the first time....she's gentle. She doesn't want to hurt you or do something you don't like. She's focused on YOUR pleasure.

- When it comes to kissing Hyun-ju, she likes to use tongue...like a lot. She'll surprise you by gently suckling on your tongue or biting your bottom lip. She just loves the taste of you!

- Speaking of taste.............

- This woman is the BIGGEST fan of eating pussy. She loves it. If it's your first time she'll take it slow, she'll talk you through it as you feel the vibrations of her silky voice through your core, making it all that much more pleasurable.

"mmm you taste so good, sweet girl. Look how pretty your swollen little clit is."

- She also doesn't just stop at 1 orgasm. She wants you to cum at least two or three times before she fucks you, she doesn't want to hurt you after all.

- so she'll eat you out, using her voice to help stimulate you, or she'll use her fingers.

- Hyun-ju is GOOD with her hands. (Yall saw her handle the gun 👀) She'll tease you by rubbing your clit with the lightest pressure possible, waiting until your desperate enough to beg her.

"Awe, what's wrong beautiful? Hmm? You want more, is that it? Are you going to use your words and tell me, or are you just going to whine like a little puppy, hmm?"

- after you do beg though, she obliges.

"Such a good girl, telling me what you want."

- she'll increase the pressure and speed but stops just as your about to cum, and before you can whine or beg, she interts two fingers inside you, leaning down to stimulate your clit with her mouth.

- She knows you're close, and she stops a few times before you can reach that point of ecstasy.

"Shhhhh you're being such a good girl for me, you want to cum, don't you? Hmm? Yes I know sweet girl, come on, give it to me."

- When she curls her fingers, massaging that sweet spongy spot you're done for. You throw your head back as you have one of the best orgasms of your life.

- She wont let you go to waste either, she licks her fingers clean, and then kisses you so that you can experience how good you taste.

"You're so sweet, mmm give me a kiss, come on, don't you want to taste how sweet you are?"

-Shes usually a very soft dom.

-now that she has you prepared to take her....she slides down her pants and your eyes widen. THAT was supposed to fit inside you?!

- Before her surgery she's roughly nine or so inches.

"Don't worry, baby. It'll fit."

"We'll make it fit."

- She let's out the most euphoric moan you've ever heard when she starts easing into you. You're so tight and warm, she has to remind herself to go slow.

"Fuck, baby, how do you already feel so fucking good?!"

- once you both find a good rhythm, she's not quiet....how can she be when you feel this good??

"Y-You're so beautiful" "Yes just like this fuck!" "You're so tight baby" "Does that feel good, hmm?" "Fuck" "You feel so good, sweet girl"

- Hyun-ju wants you to cum together, she'll rub your clit once your close, making your orgasm that much better, and she'll ask where you want her to finish.

-if it's inside you, then she'll happily keep going, her voice cracking as she let's go.

- Her favorite place to cum though, in on your chest. She'll pull out after you've clenched around her and She'll pump herself a few times, letting out another beautiful moan as she paints your breasts white.

- after you've both calmed down, she immediately cleans you up (either with a warm wash cloth or her tongue 👀)

-after care is a must. No matter what. For both of you. You make sure she's comfortable and she does the same for you.

"How do you feel sweet girl?" "You did so good, such a good girl." "Was I to rough?" "Are you sore, do you want a massage?"

-gets you a glass of water too.

Post Bottom Surgery:

- She's never been more sensitive then she is now.

-shes honestly surprised at how sensual it feels to have your pussy on hers. It's different then when she would be inside you....better than when she was inside you.

- she'll scissor you until she/you can't anymore. Something about her wetness and yours being together makes her go crazy.

- the first time YOU use the strap on HER?! Lawd have mercy she doesn't let you get up! She rides you for a long time, getting used to the new wonderful sensations of her vagina.

- When you eat her out.....that's her favorite thing. She loves loves loves when you do. She'll immediately beg for it.

"Please Y/n! Please lick me! I'll do anything you w- oh fuck!"

- She's putty in your hands....or well your mouth.

- she also loves touching herself. At home of course. Getting to explore her self for the first time again....it's just straight euphoria.

- since she's already had practice, using the strap on you is like second nature to her. And she loves it.

- after care is still important for both of you. You clean each other up and cuddle afterwards.

"I love you, Y/n." "I love you, Hyun-ju."

First time writing any sort of smut 🙈 scaryyyyyyyyyy

[burst-of-iridescent]

yall need to stop this “but katara choose aang!” nonsense because a) idk how she personally told you that when she doesn’t exist and b) even if katara were a real woman, this is some choice feminism bs that willfully ignores a lot of the social pressures and dynamics within heterosexual relationships that kat.aang as a relationship taps into both within the world of atla & as a narrative.

the creators themselves have alluded to the fact that katara & aang’s relationship draws from the trope of a younger boy pining after an older, more mature woman who doesn’t give him the time of day at first but is eventually brought around with his persistence and determination to win her heart.

and this dynamic bleeds through into the show itself, especially when aang is talking to people about katara. he is told multiple times that she’ll come around because he’s the avatar and that all he needs to do is not give up. the social dynamics of the kat.aang relationship even within atla reflects the prevalent narrative around straight relationships in our world: if you keep trying, the girl you like will obviously give you a chance eventually, because how could she not?

that’s troubling enough but then comes the second half of book 3, and now this narrative isn’t reflected just in those around aang, but in aang himself. what began as a sweet, harmless adolescent crush warps into something more dangerous, more familiar: entitlement. the aang of ember island players is one who demands katara’s love, not one who wishes for it. just look at the language used here:

i thought we were going to be together, but we’re not.

why don’t you know?

when is the right time?

the line delivery here is frustrated, almost accusing — this is not the way you talk to a girl you claim to love. this is the irritation of a long-promised reward that continues to be denied, something you wanted but cannot yet possess. this is eerily, intensely reminiscent of real-world gender dynamics, and it continues to be reinforced when katara responds according to the same gendered script:

aang, i don’t know.

we’re in the middle of a war. this isn’t the right time.

i’m sorry but right now, i’m just a little confused.

katara gives neither a yes nor a no but a neutral, noncommittal in-between. her tone and body language are apologetic yet clearly tense, uncomfortable — dancing that fine line most women are familiar with, of having to let down a man yet protect his feelings at the same time.

it’s one thing for the narrative of kat.aang to be misogynistic from a doylist perspective, but when the same applies within a watsonian analysis as well, that’s a far bigger problem. when you set up this dynamic for kat.aang in the show and double down on it as their last romantic interaction, you cannot then remove the implications that follow when katara inexplicably, wordlessly, obediently kisses aang in the finale:

that she loved him because she felt she had to.

because that is the underlying societal expectation of this particular dynamic, the same expectation the show itself has set up within the advice aang receives: that a woman’s affections are owed to the man who fights for them, and if he fulfils his obligations in pursuing her, she will fulfill hers in turn by dutifully rewarding him.

as with women in the real world, no choice katara makes in her world is free of the delicate, insidious entanglement of social pressures and gendered expectations that underlie and drive those choices, even subconsciously.

so yes — katara chose aang. but as the show ends with no insight on her part as to the nature of this choice, the question still remains: did she choose him freely, joyfully, unfettered and unburdened by the weight of expectation? or did she choose him as the girl who always did what had to be done, who took on duties that she was too young to shoulder for the sake of the people she loved, who could never let down the child she fiercely, lovingly protected from the moment she met him?

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pairing: channie x fem!reader

summary: based off of drinks or coffee by rose

tags/warnings:

a/n: hi guys!!! guess whos back <3 i will be continuing my jeongin mafia series in a bit! im so sorry that i forgot about it 😓 i will also be doing my requests hehe <3 love yall! (also this sucks so bad bro omg)

masterlist! drinks or coffee!

The party is loud—too loud. The music, the chatter, the occasional bursts of laughter that pierce through the crowd like sharp needles against your skin. It’s one of those parties where you showed up only out of obligation, where you don't really belong, but you try anyway. Your drink sits half-forgotten in your hand, the condensation pooling at your fingertips as you scan the room, looking for something—anything—that might make the night feel less dull.

And then you hear his name.

Chan.

Your grip on your glass tightens instinctively. The air shifts, the atmosphere suddenly a little less unbearable. You weren’t expecting him to be here. But now that he is, now that you know, it’s impossible to ignore the way your heartbeat stutters just a bit, the way your body suddenly feels a little too warm under the dim lights.

You don’t need to search for him—he finds you first.

Chan moves through the crowd like he belongs, like he’s the kind of person who was meant for nights like these. And maybe he is. But when his eyes lock onto yours from across the room, there’s a flicker of something else—something deeper. Something that tells you he’s not entirely in his element either.

“We meet again,” he says when he finally reaches you, his voice barely audible over the music but clear enough that it sends a shiver down your spine.

“We do,” you reply, and your fingers toy with the rim of your glass as you look up at him. “Didn’t take you for a party guy.”

He chuckles, leaning in slightly so you can hear him better. “Didn’t take you for one either.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not. I was thinking of leaving.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

Because he's here now.

The words stay locked in your throat, but Chan’s knowing smirk tells you that maybe, just maybe, he already knows. He’s always been good at reading you, even when you’ve never admitted there was anything to read.

The two of you stand there, saying nothing. And yet, somehow, it feels like the loudest conversation you’ve had all night. The air between you hums with something unspoken, something that’s always been there but never acknowledged.

You know you shouldn’t. You know this is dangerous territory—crossing into something you can’t take back. But right now, with the neon lights casting soft shadows across his face and his warm gaze fixed on yours, it’s hard to care about the consequences.

��Do you wanna get out of here?” he asks, voice casual but eyes burning with something else.

You bite your lip. “And go where?”

He shrugs. “We could get drinks. Or we could get coffee.”

It’s a simple offer. Harmless, even. But the weight of it settles deep in your bones, making your heart race in a way that has nothing to do with the party’s atmosphere. Because you know what this means.

Coffee means morning. Coffee means more than just a night.

But drinks… drinks mean staying in the moment. Keeping things easy. Safe.

Your mind is at war with itself, but Chan just waits, patient as ever. No pressure. No expectations. Just an open-ended question, waiting for your answer.

And maybe, just maybe, you already know what you want.

You exhale, meeting his gaze head-on. “Coffee,” you say, and his lips twitch into a smile.

“Coffee it is.”

As you leave the party behind, you can’t help but feel that this is only the beginning.

-

The café he takes you to is nothing fancy—just a quiet, late-night spot tucked away from the chaos of the city. It’s dimly lit, cozy, the kind of place where you can hear the soft hum of an old jazz record playing in the background. The moment you step inside, the tension that clung to your shoulders at the party seems to fade, replaced by something softer. Something easier.

Chan picks a booth in the corner, away from the few other late-night customers, and gestures for you to sit across from him. The warm scent of coffee lingers in the air as he leans back against the worn leather seat, watching you with a quiet intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“You really wanted coffee?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You gave me the option, didn’t you?”

He hums in response, drumming his fingers against the table. “I did. Just didn’t expect you to choose it.”

“You thought I’d pick drinks?”

He shrugs. “Most people do.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “I’m not most people.”

Chan grins, something warm flickering in his eyes. “No. You’re not.”

The conversation flows easily after that. Maybe it’s the quiet of the café, or maybe it’s just him—but the walls you usually keep up don’t feel necessary here. He asks you about your day, your dreams, the little things that no one else ever thinks to ask. And you find yourself answering without hesitation, letting him see pieces of you that you don’t usually share.

At some point, your coffee grows cold, but neither of you notice. The minutes blur into hours, and when the barista announces last call, you blink in surprise, realizing just how long you’ve been sitting here with him.

Chan stretches, then looks at you with that same unreadable expression. “Wanna walk for a bit?”

You nod, and just like that, the night isn’t over yet.

The city is quieter now, the streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. The air is crisp, but not uncomfortably so, and as you walk side by side, your hands brush just slightly. Neither of you move away.

“It’s weird,” you murmur after a while. “How different things feel outside of that party.”

Chan glances at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Like… I feel like I can actually breathe out here.”

His gaze softens. “Maybe that’s a sign you were never meant to be there in the first place.”

You don’t say anything, but the thought lingers in your mind. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you weren’t meant for nights filled with flashing lights and empty conversations. Maybe this—quiet walks and late-night coffee with him—is what you were meant for instead.

The two of you keep walking, weaving through the silent streets as the night stretches on. Conversation drifts between teasing remarks, quiet confessions, and stretches of silence that feel more comforting than awkward. The night is cold, but every time his shoulder brushes against yours, warmth spreads through you.

At some point, you reach a small park, the kind with worn benches and a view of the distant city skyline. Chan tugs your hand lightly, leading you to sit with him. The air smells like rain, though the sky remains clear, stars blinking down at you both.

“You ever think about how nights like these don’t happen enough?” he murmurs, gazing at the skyline.

You hum in agreement, leaning back against the bench. “Yeah. But maybe that’s what makes them special.”

He turns to you then, his expression unreadable yet soft. And in that moment, you realize—this, whatever it is between you, isn’t fleeting.

Maybe this is only the beginning.

hope yall enjoyed <3

nothing played today because my dad banned youtube and my new computer's browser apparently doesn't support spotify 😓

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taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <3

this sucked dick bro 😭😭😭

[666anxiety666]

✨️Sebastian Solace headcanons.✨️

Since my pressure tickle fic did amazing. I thought, why not do some Sebastian headcanons!!

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LEE

💙 definitely refuses to admit he's ticklish. He'd rather be experimented on again before admitting shit.

💙 Sebastian became way more ticklish after the experiments. Only finding out once he met you.

💙 his gills and VERY sensitive. If you want an immediate reaction from him, that's your spot. he'll scream the whole site down at just one touch of them.

💙 will try his best not to give you the satisfaction of him laughing. But he won't last long. ;)

💙 his ears are a melt spot for him. He'll purr away with his head in your lap as you pet them. But if you touch them juuuust right, you'll get him giggling. Be gentle with him ☺️

💙 once he's a little more comfortable around you. He would definitely let you tickle him. He'll play ot off like he's annoyed. But the second you touch him, he's a giggling mess.

💙 Sebastian is definitely a squirmer, so watch out! You've been thrown to the floor a good few times. 😅

💙 can't take teasing well at all! Normally he's the one teasing. So for the tables to be turned, especially in such an "embarrassing" situation to him gets him all flustered.

💙 "s-shuHUHUT UHUP-!" "If you dohon't quit that-! I-IhiHIHILL-!"

💙 once he trusts you completely, he'll even come and ask for tickles. Behing down in this abandoned underwater facility isn't the very nicest. He just wants some affection and affection. 👉👈

LER

💙 ooooh boy... he's evil. That's all there is too it.

💙 because of his size, he uses that to his advantage. Picking you up with ease and holding you tightly as he tickles you senseless.

💙 those claws are deadly. Not in an actual sense. They ain't that sharp, having been dulled down over the years. Which makes extra good for tickling. 🤭

💙 watch out for that extra arm of his! Sebastian will sometimes catch you off guard with it when you seemingly forget he has it.

💙 he'll tickle you for anything. As a punishment, to cheer you up. Or just randomly.

💙 Sebastian is such a tease!! "What? Don't tell me you're *this* ticklish?~" or "Oh, come on. I'm not even touching you yet~"

💙 knows all the ticks in the book. Counting ribs, raspberries, building anticipation, etc. It's like he was born to tickle! 🫣

💙 if you feel confident enough and ask him for tickles. He'll teas you to no end. "You want me to what? Speak up, friend..~"

💙 Sebastian won't go too far. He knows your limits. If you ask him to stop, he will. If you ask to keep going, he'll definitely oblige.

💙 afterwards, he's all over you. Asking if you're okay. Cuddling you and letting you rest. Just holding you. Bros soo sweet. (Yes I said so 😌)

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Yippee!! All done now! I love writing for this man! I'm definitely writing another fic on him, so stay tuned for that! Also, thank yall for all the love my last pressure fic got!! 🫶💙

[melancholyswayafterdark]

hi! Im the anon that you just responded to hehe, so i have an idea!

so 2007 raphael comes home from doing his nightwatcher duty, hes kinda exhausted but its better when he comes home to you <3 You offer to give him some shoulder massages and it turns into a heated make out session which leads to... you know~

anyway, its just an idea! Hope you have a great night/day <3

we are so back. lmk if yall want a part 2~ I KNOW 2007 RAPH HATES TO SEE ME COMING FR-

NOTE: this is my after dark blog, and you're going to find smut here. 2007 is a more mature version of the turtles, and they are around their early/mid 20s. MINORS DNI. WARNINGS : Giving/Receiving, facefucking

TMNT 2007!Raphael x Reader: Unwind (NSFW 18+)

Imagine Raphael paying you a visit after a night out being the Nightwatcher.

He’s exhausted and wants to see you- and could use a relaxing shower.

He wonders if you’re awake- he looks at the night sky; it had to be past midnight by now. Maybe 2 AM?

But, who was he kidding? You were always awake; waiting for him, wanting him. 

That particular thought made a heat rise in between his thighs, and he looked in the direction of your apartment. 

The most sinful thoughts run through his mind, and he can’t help but reminisce about the last time you were both intimate. How you screamed his name and pleasured him in ways he couldn’t by himself. How good your tight pussy felt around his throbbing cock. Oh yeah, he needed you right now. 

So when he calls you and says he’s coming over, you hop out of bed and head over to the bathroom to set it up for him like you always do

A fresh towel, a washcloth, the whole nine. 

By the time Raphael arrives, his Nightwatcher helmet is off, revealing the face you’ve come to love. He’s sweating, and panting, yet still has the strength to sweep you off your feet and kiss you as a greeting.

It’s the same routine you and the red terrapin have become accustomed to. You wait until he gets out of the shower, you make out, and then he fucks your brains out.

Just the way you liked it.

However this time, Raphael appears to be more fatigued than he usually is. Normally, he comes over and he’s ready to get to work, but right now, as he comes out of the steaming shower, his muscles are sore.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, watching as Raphael tries to get the knots out of the sides of his neck. He could really, really use a massage right now.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good.” He replies, but you know him all too well. 

You motion for him to come to you, and he obliges. However, instead of going in for a kiss like you usually do, you place your hands on his shoulders and place some pressure on those spots that seem to be bothering him the most. 

=~*~*~=

“Not that I’m complainin’, but what are ya doin'?” The turtle’s golden eyes look into yours as he turns his head to face you. Smiling while sitting behind him, you kiss his cheek.

“I figured you needed a massage. It looks like those muscles need some TLC.” You knew more than anyone that Raphael put much effort into being The Nightwatcher. It meant being able to put in 100% effort every time he put his suit on. With Leonardo currently training abroad, Raphael became accustomed to sneaking out and playing vigilante. It was rewarding, more so now since he gets to see you every night. You took care of him, in more ways than one.

“Ya always know what I need, dontcha princess?” You could hear the playfulness in Raphael’s gruff voice, and that alone started to get you going. If his tone wasn’t enough, him calling you princess was. Raphael viewed you like a goddess, and he placed you so high on a pedestal that he made it a rule for himself to treat you like one. You weren’t just some fuck buddy, you were his, and that’s how he liked it.

“Don’t start,” you nudge him softly, warning the smug turtle not to go there yet; you wanted to finish massaging his perfectly sculpted muscles. 

You had begun to hit all the right spots that were bothering him, and Raphael couldn’t be more appreciative of you than right now. He wondered what he could do to repay you.

Raphael turns his head to you, and he thinks about all the ways he could satisfy you. By this point, you had both come to understand how each other’s bodies worked; what you liked and what you didn’t like. Raphael knew what spots to hit, what places to bite, and what places to suck. 

He watches you hungrily, watching how your pretty face seems fixated on his body, yet you don’t seem to notice how his amber eyes stick to you like glue. He smirked at how oblivious you were at this moment. 

 He thought about- oh! How fun it was last time to eat you out. He wanted to do that again. Or how about that time he came in your mouth just from head? Or even when- you know what? Fuck it. Raphael couldn’t take it anymore. His sexual urges were beginning to take over, and he was ready to devour you like his prey.

“Princess,” He had enough.

“Hmm?” You hum absentmindedly in response. Looking up at him, you could tell what was coming next. The gaze he was giving you, how his voice became gruff and hoarse. Oh, he was ready; and so were you. 

“C’mere-” Grabbing you by your waist, Raphael maneuvers you to where you’re straddling his lap, making sure you can feel the erection against your exposed thigh from your shorts. Getting on top, you wrap your arms around the turtle’s neck, going in for the first kiss. This one would set the tone for the rest of the night. When the first kiss is gentle, Raphael lets you take the lead (which wasn’t often). If the kiss is anything but, he’s usually the one who makes you his and gets you begging for him. You were about to find out how the night would play out. 

“Mmm,” You giggle softly into the kiss, feeling as Raph pulls you closer and places a hand on your neck, placing pressure on the opposite ends of it with two out of three fingers. If that didn’t indicate how the rest of the moment would play out, the way he crashed his lips onto yours and beat you to the punch sure did. His tongue explored your mouth, looking for its partner in crime to dance with. Once your tongues connected, they began battling it out for dominance. Who would reign on top?

Spoiler: it’s Raphael. 

You couldn’t predict him giving your ass a tight squeeze which caused you to moan and put your guard down. Smirking into the kiss, Raphael begins tugging at your shorts, requesting-- no -- demanding that they come off immediately.

When you don’t comply and decide to tease him by slowly reaching for the hem, he takes matters into his own hands.

“Raph!” You roll your eyes at the terrapin, watching as your torn bottoms hit the floor. You felt the air hit your rear as it was now exposed- only a red pair of panties covering you now. “Those were my favorite shorts.”

It seemed this comment didn’t phase Raphael- his fingers found their way toward your waistline and soon your thighs to feel the heat pooling between them. He rubbed his fingers in a circular motion on your sex, feeling your clit swell with excitement for what was about to happen. Raphael’s mind was running wild, he wondered how quickly he could make you cum from just his tongue alone. However, you had other plans. You peel your black tee from your body, feeling the sweat accumulating from the heated moment get wicked away from your skin. You had planned this very moment- and suddenly, Raphael’s attention was on your red bra. You smiled as you got down from straddling his waist on the bed, standing confidently in your own skin as your lover stared you up and down. From head to toe, top to bottom, Raphael loved it when you wore his favorite color. 

He couldn’t wait to devour you.

You watch as his hands wrap around you to unclip the article of clothing from your body, not caring where he threw it once it became undone. He picks you up, plopping you down on the bed. Raphael was ready to eat. Getting on his knees in front of you, he puts his hands together, jokingly thanking you for the meal. He starts with spreading your legs, getting a fantastic view of his feast. He sucks on your clit, watching as you immediately twitch in excitement in response to his mouth on your sex. His wide tongue flicking and sucking in all the right places. Your thighs grip both sides of Raph’s head, making sure his face isn’t going anywhere but in your dripping cunt. As your legs shake from sensitivity, your mutant boyfriend teases you by placing a thick finger by your entrance, ready to prepare you for the real thing. Making sure you really want this, Raph’s face comes from between your legs, looking at your half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks for confirmation to continue. You whine in annoyance, locking your eyes with Raph. His sensual golden ones look up at you from your sex, juices from your entrance all over his lips. Quickly wiping his mouth, he takes a breath before diving back in after your nod of approval. 

“Please,” You manage to breathe out, lustful eyes staring hungrily at the red-banded turtle in front of you. You could almost taste the moan about to erupt from your throat as Raph teased your slippery entrance with his index. The way he had you right where he wanted you seemed to arouse him even more. 

“More,” He flicks his finger, going a mere 2 centimeters inside before retreating outside; the tip of his digit glistening from your arousal. “Beg fa me.” Oh, Raph knew just how to get you under his spell. He’s watching your facial expressions and furrowed brows, trying to focus on your climax, and it seemed to quicken when he asked you to beg. 

“Ya want it?” He teases, removing his finger completely. “Yes,” He knew your answer. However, the smirk on Raph’s face tells you that you’re going to have to do more than just say a simple yes. 

“Not good enough,” The hothead comments, “Try again.” His head lifts from your thighs and moves to your neck, teeth grabbing onto your warm skin softly. He knows exactly which place gets you going, and when he gets there, you can’t help but let out a whimper of satisfaction. 

“P-please, Raph,” You strain, the feeling of Raph suckling on your skin almost sending you into overdrive. “I want it.” 

However, the turtle doesn’t stop, and his thumb somehow finds your enlarged clit, flicking it every which way at a speed that would get you to finish in an instant. You grip his shoulders, throwing your head back until Raph pushes your back onto the bed. He lifts your left leg up, licking his lips to reminisce about just how sweet you tasted. He wanted to go back for seconds. 

Your mind began imagining the most sinful thoughts you could even create. What didn’t help was that Raph’s finger suddenly went inside you, causing your hole to stretch out from how big his finger was. Your body jolts from surprise, causing a moan to escape from your lips. You tightened around the turtle’s finger, feeling his “come here” motion that brushed over your G-spot. 

As the turtle in red did this, you noticed the large bulge from the side of his plastron by his muscular thighs.

Now, Raph knew he had a big cock. He was quite smug about it. The only part that made him anxious was putting it inside you. He didn’t want to hurt you from his size. 

Suddenly, you had an idea, and your mouth seemed to water from the thought of Raph’s green member inside it. 

“W-wait,” Your hands placed on his plastron, and Raph looks up immediately with a concerned look on his face. 

“Sorry, did I hurt ya?” He asks. It’s quite comical how Raph’s tone can switch. He was just eating you out, having you at his mercy, and now he’s back to big teddy bear Raph. 

“No…just…” You sit up, your hair now messy from the sexual activity. Loose strands sticking to your face from the sweat littering your skin. Skin warm to the touch and mouth slightly open to regulate your breathing. You were a beautiful mess. You watch Raph’s hungry eyes, seemingly fucking you with his gaze alone. 

“Lay down.” You command with a silvery voice. Raphael, unsure of what you were doing complies. Did you want to cuddle? Were you tired? Did you need a second to breathe? He was unsure. 

He’s still unsure as his cranium hits the pillow, your bed’s headboard moving slightly. His point of view encapsulates his obvious boner, and you are off to the side of him, looking up with your innocent doe eyes. Your hand caresses the “issue” between his legs, feeling how big it is, and how it twitches in response.

Raph’s face is stunning. Beads of sweat on his forehead and his throaty voice scrambling for words to say as you move his plastron to the side. In an instant, Raph’s member springs out, precum dripping from the tip. His emerald member stands tall and hard, with deep green veins going down from the base to the head.

You eye his sex, almost drooling from how nice it looked with the moon’s light seeping through your window. Your thumb circles Raph’s tip, watching as more precum emerges and a deep churr from Raph’s throat. “Are…are ya sure?” The red-clad turtle asks in a smoky tone. 

You silently nod, determined to take him in your mouth. Albeit a little overwhelming from his size, but, your sexual urges overcome this. You grab Raph at his base, wrapping your hand around him. Your head dipping into his lap and mouth gaping to welcome his dick in your warm cavern. Your mouth becomes stretched and tears emerge from the inner corner of both your half-opened eyes. Purring in satisfaction, you ball your fists to remove any gag reflex. As you go deeper, Raph’s gruff voice groans in delight, and you feel his hand grab a fistful of your hair to hold onto. 

“Princess…ya…yer doin' it so good,” Raph could die right now and be satisfied. His point of view now watching as your swollen moist lips seem to kiss and engulf more than half of his full size. “Keep goin’, jus like dat.” Raph watched as you looked up at him, seeing as your tear-stained cheeks flushed from testing your limits on his girth. He tests the waters a bit, and he gently guides your head to go at a steady pace, bobbing up and down his shaft. 

Now, Raph isn’t known to moan. He tries to hide them by covering his mouth or biting his lip if he has to. But, he knew you liked his noise. His deep moans were music to your little ears. 

As you hummed and the vibrations went down to his base, you caressed his balls before pulling your lips away from his wet tip, a string of saliva connecting you to it. 

“Mmm, come on, Raph,” You tease, leaning towards him and planting a kiss on his neck. “Let me take care of you.” Your hand makes its way from the sack back to the shaft, slightly squeezing as you stroke up and down. 

“F-fuck, Y/n…ya gonna make me cum like this.” You can see Raph’s eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure, his heightened sense of smell taking in the aroma of your sweet sultry scent. Your mouth takes in half of Raph’s member, the lower half being stroked by your hand. You were putting in the work needed to satisfy this turtle, and he was so appreciative of you. Your hair still tangled in his fist, and after some time, you could feel his member begin to twitch. He loved the feeling of you choking on him, and he couldn’t help but move your head down a little after each stroke and penetration into your mouth, feeling your tongue lick around his head in the process. There were just so many sensations going on for him, that Raph’s breath began to get uneven; the volume of his churrs increased to an astronomical level. Raphael wasn’t a quiet lover, no, he wanted everyone to know what was going on. 

“Y/n,” Raph managed to say your name, to which you continued sucking and deepthroating, his noises fueling your desire to make him cum. He watched as his dick was covered in your saliva, the hand wrapped around his base squelching as it stroked up and down in sync with your mouth on his top half. It was just so much that…

“F…fuck! I’m…” You were maxing out your speed, ignoring your sore mouth and cramped hand for the satisfaction of Raph crumbling from your touch. He was under your spell; and you knew it, too.

‘He’s gonna cum’ Your lips curl into a devious smile as they continuously go along his long shaft. Soon enough, you switch up your approach for the final stretch. You remove your hand from Raph’s sex, taking in his whole member as tears prick the ends of your eyes. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, and the feeling alone caused you to clamp your thighs together, feeling as your own excitement dripped onto the sheets. 

“Y-yer so…fuckin’ good…fuck,” Raph swore like a sailor every time you were intimate. The more he swore, the closer he was to finishing. However, before he can finish, he gets an idea in that clouded head of his. 

“Get up.” He says. You comply, and he guides you to the floor as you get on your knees, his form towering over you. Looking up at him with lustful eyes, he knew this was what he wanted to see as he came. You could only see his plastron and his bulging muscles, his member poking your cheek. Guiding it to your mouth, his hand grabbing your hair. He looks at you for approval, to which your soft voice sends him over the edge. 

‘Mm…use me, Raph,” You knew exactly what you were doing to him, didn’t you? Those words were music to his ears. When you felt his grip on your hair tighten and he held your head, you knew you were in for a wild ride. 

Bucking his hips forward, he thrust into your mouth. Your hands gripping both thighs for support, feeling his tip once again knocking on your throat’s door asking if it could be invited in any deeper. 

“Ya like that, don’t ya?” Raph’s shakily teases you. Your watery eyes look up at his golden ones, your nod and vibrations on his cock indicating just how satisfied you were. When you couldn’t take it anymore, one of your hands left his thighs and went down into your own sex. Your fingers spread your pussy and rub your enlarged clit. You moaned on your boyfriend’s dick, his deep groans causing your body to shiver in desire for him to be inside you.

Raphael’s eyes watch as his length disappears in your mouth, only for it to reappear with every thrust. He couldn’t wait to be inside you, the thought of stretching you out giving him just the push he needed to reach his climax. 

“F…fuck, ya gonna make me…fuck!” Raph’s thrusts into your mouth now had an irregular tempo from just a few moments ago. With one final thrust, you felt as if the inside of your throat had been painted with Raph. You could feel ropes of cum shooting and hitting the back of your throat. Your walls seemed to clench with anticipation for what was to come next, and as usual, Raph’s erection inside your mouth didn’t falter, and the grip your lips had on his member didn’t seem to falter, either. Raphael’s cum is on the salty side, with subtle hints of sweetness in the aftertaste. Nevertheless and with pleasure, you swallow it all. As Raph slowly pulls his member from your moist cavern, he watches your tongue stick out, to show him your cum-free mouth; an indicator that he tastes as good as he looks. 

His eyes look at you in satisfaction as his voice materializes from his dry throat, “I love ya. Yer such a good girl,” Raph’s tired smirk dances on his lips as he cups your cheeks, helping you up from the floor as your knees are weak. Your tired mouth forms an “I love you, too,” before it collides with his as you both share a sloppy kiss. As you did so, you don’t even notice his hands wrap around your waist to pick you up. You giggled as your legs snaked around him. Once he gets toward the bed, he places you down, the softness of the mattress comforting your lower lumbar. 

He wanted to reward you for doing so well. He knew your facial muscles were exhausted from pleasuring him, that all he wanted to do now was take care of you down there. Raphael’s sex drive is as high as anyone’s can be, and he was ready to go round for round with you. He was ready to have the neighbors know his name from the way you screamed it.

And here, dear readers, the question is posed: Ready for round 2?

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I Hope - A Terry Richmond Drabble Part Two

Black Fem! OC - Savannah (dark skinned, curvy, and disabled) x Terry Richmond (Gentle!Terry, Sweet!Terry, Nervous!Terry)

(I gotta get better at these tags, suggestions welcome!)

Summary: Savannah and Terry continue with they left off. But something stops Savannah leaving her unsure if what was supposed to be the perfect night is now ruined.

[PART 1] [PART 3] [PART 4]

Warnings/Things of Note: Slightly NSFW/NSFT (moaning, kissing, nipple play I guess...), fluff and comfort, playful teasing, anxiety, dissociation, mentions of disability, sex and trauma, intense ass eye contact and staring (it might turn into kink if you squint a lil bit), Switch!Terry (not really but we shall see...), people wearing masks (surgical, kn95, n95), shoutout to the library!

Really though, if you dissociate and/or have trouble staying present in your body, for any reason and/or you be feeling things too much and it make you wanna dissociate, proceed with caution. While it's cool to see yourself reflected in writing, it can also be disorienting. So. Before you read. I want you to have some grounding tools near by and take breaks as you need them.

Word count: 3K+ (3,679 WTF?!?!?! YAY ME)

Author's Note: Okay, yall. Here is the second part. This thing is long! I'm typing this in drafts right now on my computer. I have to copy and paste in into docs because I have no clue what the actual word count is (That shit was 10 pages when i pasted it in WORD!)

Thank you sooo sooo much everyone for your support. I'm glad you enjoyed the first part. Highkey...it's giving series cuz the things I imagined>>>> I'm a covid conscious girlie who still be masking outside so it's been a minute for me in this department! Trying to use my imagination and conjure the connections I know people are seeking, navigating the world like I do. So as i use my big brain, it'll pop up in my writing. If you wanna see more, let me know so I can add you to the taglist. I'm not touching this again til November! I got grad school apps to submit!

I hope you enjoy!

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

Even when wе're hurting

As Terry returned to what he and Savannah both realized was her sweet spot, he indulged himself to hear Savannah’s moans over & over; each one differing in pitch and tone. Applying the pressure of his tongue to the spot and up to her earlobe, she made a low moan. And Terry felt as she pulled him closer. The feel of her long nails caressing his shaved head and neck and her sounds were bliss. The apprehension and embarrassment that Savannah had previously felt, were gone now. They were replaced with incessant need, incessant hunger. The need to feel this man on her, with her, inside her —skin under skin. The contact he gave her was none like no other. She let the sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as Terry obliged her to.

As of this moment, Savannah was tapped into her body. The feeling was overwhelming but it wasn’t too much. When Terry came up for air, he looked into Savannah’s eyes, deep dark brown satellites. They marveled in comparison to how she described his planets. The look on her face was one he’d never seen before but was honored to know he helped put it there. She let out a shaky sigh.

“You’re really good at this sort of thing.”

Terry chuckled with a smirk, “I am.”

At the next thought, Savannah sheepishly smiled and looked away. Terry brought his hand to her chin once again, slightly nudging her to look at him.

“What?” Terry said with a smug ass grin, admiring the woman before him.

Savannah looked down with her eyes and flitted them back to Terry’s.

“I don’t know if I can ask you this.”

“You can ask me anything you want.” Terry slow blinked as he responded to Savannah.

She took his left hand from her chin and placed it on her chest, “Can you touch me here?” Grabbing his other hand, she added “and here?”

Terry said, “I can. What would you like me to do?”

“Whatever you want.” Savannah replied, focusing fully on Terry’s now bright eyes, while she bit her deep, brownish pink bottom lip. Terry took those words and massaged her chest. She was still wearing her black high neck tank top, the opposite to Terry’s gray one. When he squeezed, she let out a hiss. Terry took his thumbs and massaged what he felt were the outline of her nipples. At that, Savannah let out a “fuck”. Terry stopped, looking at Savannah, waiting for her eyes to open. Her dark brown skin was gleaming with the slight sweat she’d worked up.

“I didn’t say stop,” she said lowly, eyes heavy lidded with hunger. And so, Savannah was determined to maintain eye contact with Terry—to eventually be the one to win one of these staring contests. As he flicked his thumb in slow circles over her nipples, Savannah felt herself floating away. The feeling was good. Too good. Maybe too overwhelming. She was getting lost in the feeling. A new one, but overwhelming nonetheless. She was trying to stay here, stay present in this body. Her thoughts were interrupted by Terry squeezing her right shoulder. She blinked and focused back onto the objects inside of the room. The TV atop the dresser and the music sounding from it. The light on across the hall. Her clothes on THEE chair™️, and making them center back on Terry’s face.

Terry had seen Savannah enjoying the feeling, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, excitement and trying to maintain her focus on him. He wasn’t gonna lie. It gave him an ego boost. But then, he saw her eyes go in a slightly different direction. Her voice, her body still responding to his movements but her mind had gone elsewhere. Her eyes had glazed over and it made him stop.

“Savannah,” he squeezed her right shoulder again, “Savannah, baby.”

Her eyes found his again and her face contorted into a frown. You could see the disappointment on her face. Whatever feelings that were coming up for her right now, he wanted to make space for them —to make space for her.

“What is it?” Terry uttered softly.

Savannah shook her head from side to side. She kissed her teeth softly and said, “It was really nice. It felt good. It felt really good.”

Terry nodded wordlessly as he kept his hand on her shoulder, alternating light squeezes while he massaged it.

Savannah continued, “I felt too much. Not that anything you did was bad or wrong. It was perfect actually. Really really perfect.” She wanted to reassure him.

Terry gave her a small smile, “But?” he added.

“I felt it too much. It felt too good. And I think—“ she cut herself off. She thought what? That she couldn’t do this? That this might be harder than she thought it’d be? She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to think or even say or talk about herself as being too much. She’d done so much work already to remove that from her vocabulary, from seeing herself that way.

And Terry never did.

She hoped he wouldn’t now.

“I think that because the feeling—because EYE felt the feelings so intensely, I was so in my body, paying attention to everything. And that was scary. I think I got scared. I think we got scared.” The we in question was her body. The both of them were still navigating this together and it was difficult.

Savannah hadn’t even noticed the single tear that spilled onto her cheek until Terry wiped it away.

It was clear today that she would not be the winner of any of these staring contestants. 

Focusing on Terry and talking about this, made it too difficult. Eyes darting around the room as she talked, mostly because she didn’t want to see him. To see if the look on his face would change at all to pity. She couldn’t bear it. She hoped not.

Terry’s heart broke a little. But he made sure to maintain his steel of softness for Savannah. He didn’t want to speak too soon, speak over her, or imply anything that may not be true. He just wanted her to talk, to tell him what she needed. And he would help her in whatever way he knew how.

“I don’t want you to think,” Savannah said finally braving to make eye contact with Terry. Her nostrils were flaring and she was trying to keep her voice level. She didn’t want it break. But it did. “Less of me.”

At that statement though, Terry had to interrupt.  “I don’t think less of you.” Savannah raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I don’t,” he doubled down and countered in a firm tone.

Savannah rolled her eyes in exasperation and sighed loudly. Not at Terry. Not even at herself but just at the situation. When Savannah could not find the words to say, Terry decided to speak some more.

“I don’t think less of you. I never could but especially not because of this. You told me that you needed—that we needed to take it slow. Like I said, you are in control.” He took a pause. “ I’m with you because I like you. I like you because of you. This,” he picked up her hands, pointing his chin to their hands and to Savannah. “means something to me. You are important to me.” He squeezed her hands for emphasis.

As he considered his next words, there was  silence between the two of them. Savannah had briefly removed one of her hands and used the bottom of her palm to wipe her eyes. She joined hands with Terry again, as the two lay side to side, knees facing inward. Music was faintly playing in the background. 

It was a simple yet hypnotic melody. In fact, that’s why they’d let it repeat over and over. It was Terry’s choice. And it was definitely going to be up there on his Spotify Wrapped. 

When he first heard it, Savannah had immediately come to his mind. She was definitely special and knew it immediately when he’d come across her. 

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Savannah was oblivious in her own world when he crossed her path. He was awestruck. 

It was the sound of her voice that piqued his interest first. He heard her before he saw her. After locking his bike out front, he walked through the library’s sliding doors. He’d heard it as the metal song he’d been listening to was fading out. She was at a table explaining something to the group of people in front of her. There was something about her voice that was soothing and captivating. Taking his buds out ear by ear, he was able to hear her voice in its fullness. He didn’t have the first clue about how the nutritional value of frozen fruit and vegetables was just as good as fresh, but he’d listen more to find out. 

Staring in her direction, he was immediately taken by her. She’d been wearing a bright pink bandana over her hair put in a thick low puff. Clear, purple glasses over deep, dark brown cat eyes, lined in black. Thin, oversized hoops framed her face. The rest of it he couldn’t see because she was wearing mask. It was a white one with blue straps. It made him scrunch his face in curiosity, especially because most of the library patrons he could see weren’t wearing any. He’d done a quick ocular scan of the space from periphery to main fields of vision. Yup. He’d spotted maybe 4 or 5 people outside the seated group wearing a mask at all. Some wore thin, black and light blue ones. Others wore more sturdy-looking ones? People had them the in different colors—white, black, pink green. He wasn’t wearing one either. But no mind that, he wanted to hear more of what she had to say. 

She was wearing an orange crochet cardigan with a white ribbed shirt. The shirt was stretched over her large chest and tucked into black stretchy yoga pants. 

The thick waistband outlined the roundness of her soft belly. They hugged her wide-set hips that framed her full thighs.  The rest of the material flared out at her knees, covering her white and light brown running shoes.

It was at the appraisal of her lower half that made Terry let out what he thought was a mental, “Damn,” and considered what behind might look like. He realized that was not the case when the library worker at the front desk cleared their throat loud enough for Terry to hear and get the hint. He whipped his head in their direction, smiling apologetically and nervously with wide eyes and thin lips. He was being a man, in a way he was NOT proud of right now.

“Sorry about that. Is there a place I can charge my phone?” he asked while adjusting his backpack.

The worker pointed in the opposite direction of Savannah and her group. The worker was wearing a thin, black mask so he couldn’t see the bottom half of their face. But the expression in their eyes made it clear he needed to keep it pushing and do so expeditiously. He thanked them and made his way to get some juice for his phone.

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Lizzie’s voice was crooning on the song’s fourth verse, fading out the memory 

I'll give it to you freely

Cause you're so damn worth it

Oh will you still love me

Even when wе're hurting

Even when wе're hurting

“You are important to me,” he repeated “I’m not going to say that I don’t care about it. Because it wouldn’t be true. I care about whatever affects you, however it affects you.” He was looking down at her, the pair’s eyes a perfect match of earth, water and soil. Her eyes didn’t leave his this time, despite the silly face Terry made to break the tension in the room.

Savannah laughed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was getting better at keeping up with him. Maybe one day she would win one of these staring contests, he pretended not to know about. Attagirl.

“You can take however long you and your body need to adjust, to get back into it.  Take your time, baby.” he rested his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb at her cheek “The loving ain’t going nowhere.” he said with wide grin, while Savannah let out a short, spluttering laugh. 

“Okay, Mary J Blige,” she said shaking her head and rolling her eyes upward, staring at no place in particular.

“I got you,” Terry said booping Savannah’s nose.

“You got what?” she said with in an incredulous look on his face

“You,” he emphasized, “You can’t keep eyes on me.”

Savannah waved his hand from her face, the gold, medical bracelet glinting in the light. “Boy, bye.” She twisted at her waist to reach for her glasses on the nightstand. When she faced Terry again he was supporting himself up with his left hand, while his right one propped his head. Terry was staring at her as if he were enchanted. He’d always stare at her like that. And Savannah couldn’t believe that he still was, especially after how tonight went. He was making her feel all self-conscious and shit. Damn him and his fuck ass, color-changing eyes.

“What?” Terry said softly, cutting off her thoughts

“Fuck you and your fucking eyes”, Savannah playful shoved his shoulder.

“Why you say fuck me for?” Terry said aloud after letting out a laughter of shock, thick eyebrows raised and eyes widened.

“Because!” Savannah retorted, mirroring Terry’s expression and previous tone.

“Because what?” Terry said now in a softer tone, while squinting at her. He’d reached out for her hand again without looking. She accepted it and Terry interlocked his fingers with hers. It made Savannah smile, clearly showing because her eyes never left his.

This man was gonna be her undoing, she was sure of it. And he was sure she’d be his.

“So,” Savannah paused, while she focused on the feeling of the small circles Terry rubbed on the back of her clasped hand. “I didn’t ruin tonight?” she asked, avoiding Terry’s original question. Her left arm was bent at the elbow on her pillows, mirroring Terry while he was now lower than her. She felt Terry shift and then his hand on her knee. He slightly dipped his head, green-gray eyes asking for permission. Savannah nodded her head yes, and she felt Terry gently grab the back of her right knee, pulling it closer to him. Savannah loved the way the skin his rough textured palm felt against the soft smoothness of her legs. And Terry couldn’t get over how soft and delicate her skin was. Especially when he grazed her sides, feeling her rolls and ripples. It was supple and satin-like. He was grateful for the privilege he was allowed in getting to touch her. In allowing him to do anything with her. He’d do anything she’d ask in return.

“You did not,” Terry said. “I got to spend time with you. I got feel and caress you.” He demonstrated by caressing the back of her thigh. “I got to learn more about the sounds you make when you’re really feeling good ,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. Savannah scoffed and rolled her eyes.

Terry kissed his teeth, holding in his smirk. “See, there you go again.” he said in a light teasing tone. It was Savannah’s turn to kiss her teeth.

“Ok, but to be fair, today should NOT be counted!” She butted in holding a pointed finger upward

“Nigga, nobody is counting!” Terry laughed out. 

“What do you mean, nobody’s counting? YOU JUST TOLD ME YOU ARE!” she exclaimed in shock and amusement. She wasn’t upset or angry. She felt…vindicated. Vindicated at the fact this mf WAS doing this shit on purpose! Ooh, Terry. When you I catch you, Terry! When I catch you Terry!

Now, Terry didn’t wanna look Savannah in her eyes. He was being shy and evasive and shit. Looking around the room, now that she found him out. He could feel the heat rising to cheeks. Not him blushing over this. Savannah lightly tugged his chin upward towards her.

“Nah, pretty boy. Eyes up here. This is what you wanted right?” Savannah had said, genuinely teasing him. He knew she didn’t mean anything else behind those words, just getting him back for the sake of getting him back. But the way she said them, while grabbing his chin made him feel something. He’d have to return to that thought another time. The firm squeeze she added, and the pressure from the tips of her naturally long nails, to grab his attention again didn’t help.

Savannah was looking at him expectedly, one eyebrow arched with lips slightly parted.

“I mean…” Terry trailed off. He did love staring at her. Yeah, he got a thrill from how any look he gave her she had a reaction to. But it really was her eyes that captivated him. Her eyes were a deep dark brown, iris and pupil ringed in black. They were a cat-like almond shape. Sharp and alluring without meaning too. When she lined them with different colors, it only made them more striking. He could help but admire them and admire her, like one would the moon. Intrinsically and reverently.

“…you got some nice ass eyes. Be distracting a nigga and shit.” Terry chuckled trying not to be the chalant nigga he very much was and Savannah let out a low cackle.

“Heh, hey.” she took that moment to clap her hands slowly, alternating her hands so that palms touched fingertips and fingertips touched palms. Swiping away some of the doubt and insecurity in her head. It made her get a big one.

Whew! Savannah didn’t know she’d be able to relate to Victoria Monét when she sang it, but making niggas feel a way is a forté really. Well, shit. She wasn’t gonna feel guilty about using his face and his eyes as the last thing she’d sense in her grounding practice anymore. And, she was making him fold like he made her fold? Nah, the game was on. She was committed to winning a few of these stare-downs and she was gonna come out on top, one way or another.

“Anyways, back to what you were saying much earlier.” Savannah ushered him to continue after they’d gotten hella distracted and off course. She appreciated the levity Terry added to the moment for her sake. But Savannah really did need to know that she didn’t ruin tonight and that she shouldn’t feel bad when they woke up tomorrow. She wasn’t in love him yet, but she needed to know, that if it happened —when it happened, a voice in her head said—That he would validate and reassure her when this would come up again. Because it would. Come up again. 

“Like I was saying,” Terry extended the first syllable of the last word for exaggerated effect. It earned him a giggle. “We got to pause and ground together, when we both needed it.” Savannah gave him a slight eyebrow raise. 

Terry began to rub at the back of his neck when he admitted, “I read online that light yet firm pressure could be helpful in helping a partner stay present.” Savannah’s face softened in surprise and endearment. Oh shit! Not him doing self-directed research!

So that’s why he was doing those squeezes and circles!

He continued hesitantly, “Yeah. I was just looking up different articles, going to different websites and other people’s accounts and stuff talking about disability, sex and trauma, you know. I just wanted to make sure I could help you feel as comfortable as possible. And you know, I got kinda nervous too cuz i was like, ‘I don’t know if Im fucking up or doing too much’ so I was stopping when I needed to too.” Terry was rambling nervously and it was so cute and sweet. She couldn’t believe he did that for her. And also that what he found helped him too.

“But yeah, nothing was ruined. I got to be here with you. And see what it was like when you start floating away,” he ended in a singysong way, wiggling his fingers for emphasis looking nowhere in particular.

Terry made sure to snap his head back to Savannah’s. He reached up for her face, his thumb slowly moving up and near her chin and lips. At that, she took a hand and draped it behind Terry’s neck. She used her nails to make slow, stroking movements at the across the length of his neck. She wanted to make sure she heard what Terry was saying.

“But I want you know, that I’ll be right here with you on earth. No matter where you go, wherever you go.” Terry stated firmly. He had an earnest look in his eyes. His, tinged with grey among blue-green ocean waves, moving in sync with hers, being compelled by the draw of her deep brown moons shining with black rings. The tides of feeling and connection present between the two were unmistakable. Undeniable.

Savannah knew that he meant every word. 

And it was scary as hell. 

She hadn’t had someone feel so sure about her in this way, in a long time.

But she wanted to see it through anyways, whatever this would become with time. She hadn’t told him everything, just enough to be in the know. And he took that information and built on it. For them. For her.

Savannah slightly lowered her head towards Terry, hovering her lips right over his. Her chain dangling over his.

“Thank you,” she whispered into his lips. 

“Nothing is ever too much for you,” he whispered back.

And so the tides crashed, leading their lips to softly touch together. Melting with the hopes for the future and the celestial of their current now.

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Author's Note Pt 2: Comments, questions and suggestions are so welcome (please be nice to me tho 🥺 👉🏿 👈🏿) I did try to revise this one and edit it for real for real. If there are any errors let me know.

If you're wondering how he got Savannah out that mask...you gotta keep reading. If you wanna be added to the taglist without getting all my other NSFW reblogs, please lemme know in the replies.

Also I hope that those of you who needed to or still need to take some breaks and do some grounding cuz reading may have been a lot, please do that. Slowly blink your eyes open and close. Stretch your fingers, wrists, arms, and neck. Hell, your whole body. Drink some water. Grab a snack. Put on a mood uplifting song. <3

Also if you somebody like me, who still be masking when they be outside, im writing this for you extra!

For anyone who need it, let this work be a manifestation for the dynamics you desire, that are aligned with you in all ways, with no doubts or questions. May the Divine deliver and you recognize them upon arrival. You got this, boo! 😉

Okay thank you for coming to my TED Talk 🥰 See y'all on the dash

Part 3

[sm-baby]

I’m so sorry about the influx of people demanding for you to draw stuff for THEIR ships and such. Even if I’m not a fan of Showtime, I love seeing your art for them and how happy you seem to be when talking about them and how happy you make others with that content. Do whatever you love!! It’s so awesome!!

And to the people pressuring SM, find content for those ships and requests ELSEWHERE. Respect boundaries. If someone doesn’t want to fulfill your request, ESPECIALLY if that involves requesting art (as an artist myself, art takes so much TIME and can be such a grueling process, especially if you’re not passionate about what you’re making), they have absolutely ZERO obligation to and are completely justified. There are other artists and other content you can find. You won’t die if one artist doesn’t have the same preferences as you or doesn’t draw your request (WHICH YOU AREN’T EVEN PAYING FOR, MIND YOU!! SM is already very generous for giving us art for the asks we send them, for free!). Leave them alone!!

Anyways ur awesome SM. #1 sm-baby fan until I die

Y'all are great <3 i want yall to know that I do appreciate the support.

[ynbabe]

Hey I was just wondering if you ever made a part two to the bull rider!reader with Logan?

If you come back to America, just hit me up ୨୧ Logan Sargeant x Male! Reader- p.t.2

Link to Part 1:

Okay so A/N? It’s been a long time since I’ve uploaded fics so I hope yall still like me 😭 but this all I got rn as I’m working on my ao3 fics which I’ll share here soon!! Also this completes all the requests I’ve got in my inbox- I’ve had some glitches (cause it’s Tumblr and a sideblog) so if I missed any fics pls do let me know and I’ll get on them asap, and within the month this time I pinky promise!! Anyways part two and I hope yall enjoy it, comments and reblog are always appreciated!!

The past few months had been awful. Logan had been going through a horrid time in his team, which had finally led to him being fired, six races before the season ended. You hadn't been doing much better, angry that your boyfriend (whom however many people shipped you with had to remain your 'friend' for 'pr reasons') was going through so much and you couldn't do anything to help.

It didn't help your relationship either- all that time apart, with the pressures of your jobs and overbearing feelings had been ripping into the easy connection you had with each other.

It hurt to see the daily calls dwindle to a few sporadic texts a week. You weren't innocent either, having the jobs you both did you had to have a certain spirit, a certain temper about yourselves. And this was very much visible in fights like these.

You knew you weren't in the wrong, you couldn't have been! All you wanted to do was spend time with your boyfriend, make him feel better and he couldn't even tell you he was back home? You could have made the day's drive down to Lauderdale. You could've taken a flight, hell you would have hitch-hiked.

The call was getting heated. Both your voices rising.

"Maybe I wanted a fucking break Y/n. Maybe I didn't want another set of goddamn expectations on me," His voice echoed through the phone, stroking the flames of rage in your brain.

You didn't have the time to think before you spoke, "Don't you go lying on my name sayin' I got demands of you-" your accent thickened to a point it would've sunk in a bowl full of tar. "Never, did I ever say nothing more than meet'in you,"

"God, you don't get it, do you? I don't need your pity! I don't want your sorry's I want some time to myself, you know what I need a fucking break," he snapped, yelling again.

Your eyes widened at his words, the volume of your words exceeding any acceptable Southern manners, "YOU NEED A BREAK? FUCKING DAMNIT LOGAN, WHAT BOUT ME?" you didn't cry much but the harsh tug of your vocal cords and heartstrings was pulling tears to your eyes. "I've been looking out for ya' I've been thinking bout you- about all your damn issues for the past half year," oh you were in it now, "I'm bout to have the biggest show of my life and all I can think about is you-" no words came from the other side, pissing you off even more, "fuck, you know what Sargeant- if you come back to America, just hit me up, because that's all I am to you, isn't it? Another damn obligation."

You slammed your thumb down on the red button, vision blurring, and the itching feeling in your hand to throw the phone didn't help clear it either.

What the hell, sure. You threw the device with a scream, a loud crash and a shattered iPhone later, you could finally see single.

The door to your room opened in a hurry, the man on the other end looking worriedly around the room and up and down at you to assess any injury. "Why did you do that?" Your manager asked, bewildered, never having seen you angry before.

"Needed an update anyways." you coughed out, voice still hoarse. He didn't seem to belive you, but left you alone. You knew you should talk to someone, you should have spoken to your teammate, apologised to Logan but you were just so tired and angry.

But you should have, you should put all this out your mind before getting on that bull. All the crowds screams and yells fell on deaf ears as you faded in and out of consciousness, only the fast beating of your heart letting you know you were alive.

The sand flew and stuck itself to all nooks and crannies of your body. The rough grits grinding between your teeth. Nothing made sense anymore, light and darkness came in waves. First you saw your team, then the ambulance, then a hallway and then nothing.

You remembered the vague pull of gravity, and the harsh shock against your ribs but nothing more than that.

Outside the room, there was shouting, a distinct accent rising above all others, trying to be let into your hospital room.

Logan hadn’t been able to fly down to face you after that fight, knowing he’d been wrong, but that hadn’t stopped him from watching it on tv. Where he saw the bull buck and sway, you’d held on pretty well but then you were being thrown of and the blonde could swear he’d died a half death waiting for you to move on the ground. He saw as the marshals pulled the bull away and the medics took you off the arena on a stretcher. While the rest of the audience were stunned quiet, frozen in shock, Logan was running around like a mad man, packing a bag and trying to book the fastest flight to you. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t even eaten, the thought of loosing you making him nauseated.

He was panicking, trying to explain to your team that he had to see you, that he meant something to you, that you meant everything to him.

He’d heard the doctor tell your manager that you had a concussion and a few broken ribs. Thankfully neither injuries were bad enough to cause long term damage and you’d be fine in six weeks. But that didn’t stop Logan’s heart from hammering in his chest.

“Look, obviously you know we’re friends, so can you please just let me talk to him?” Logan argued with your manager.

The man huffed, blocking the door to your room from the hysterical blonde, “from the last time y’all spoke, I don’t know if y’all are even friends-”

“THAT-” Logan cleared his throat, immediately catching himself, “is none of your concern, I-I made a mistake okay? I need to apologise.” He let you be hurt still being angry at him. Your sport was dangerous, known for its brutality, and he couldn’t help in feeling like he was part of the reason you were in the hospital right now.

“Look- Oh Fuck,” suddenly the man cut himself off, running into your room, and Logan let himself run in as well.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised to see you all bandaged up, trying to sit up. He immediately ran to your side, your manager side eyeing him the whole time.

“Logan?” Everyone stopped, your first words after being conscious.

“Yeah, it’s me, I’m here, I am so sorry-” He had begun, but you simply pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him.

“Knew you’d come back.”

[firstprincehornyramblings]

In a universe where The Royal Family presides over the entire population, becoming a consort to a member of the family is a sought after honor. Getting a key into the palace, perks, benefits, a salary placing you in the top 1% of the population, and the chance to one day even marry into the family. (hell, it even comes with free dental). Even if Alex Claremont-Diaz vehemently disagrees with the entire existence of the Royal Family, it doesn't stop him from applying (after much external pressure) once he gets scouted by a Royal Officer. - OR Prince Henry and his Royal Consort Alex. -🏷️: Alternate Universe - Future, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Banter, Enemies to Lovers, Consort Alex, Prince Henry, Bottom Henry, Alex Has a Bisexual Awakening, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, Romantic Soulmates, Making Love, Hate Sex, Hate to Love - As always, Chloe(@stnichols), Aga(@henrysfox), Leika(@softboynick), Alex(@redlipstickandglitter), M(@thighzp), Mads(@henfox), as always, thank you for listening to me ramble and screaming with me.

---------- I am absolutely skimping out and using this as a sentence's Sunday, so I'm doing my usual tags. I was not intending on posting this full thing today, but it's Alex's birthday, happy birthday darling, so I decided to post a treat. ALRIGHT onto non-obligational normal sentence's sunday tags.

@taste-thewaste @henrysfox @mikibwrites

@softboynick @stnichols @sheepywritesfics @henryspearl

@basil-bird @caressthosecheekbones @henfox @anti-homophobia-cheese

@redlipstickandglitter @onthewaytosomewhere @eusuntgratie

@thesleepyskipper @tailsbeth-writes @thighzp @lfg1986-2

+ anyone who sees this and wants to tag me, I love reading yall's stuff. <3

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

thank you for the tag @singaporehelmet and @blairdii !

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

i've got 19 of them. dee knows all of those.

mafia!ln and lawyer!wife one (reader is a lawyer and married to super powerful mafia lord, lando. one day, a dickhead is being a dick to lawyer wife, so lando tortures him)

MERCH PRICES (official merch is really expensive in india, so a little self indulgent fic where i get to rant about how expensive it is, and lando slowly falls in love with me. i mean, the reader.)

the baby crying on the flight (reader makes sure lando never ends up being a deadbeat father)

the stickers one (i like stickers. i like lando. i like lando who will let me put stickers on him.)

the 12 grapes one 😭 (reader eats 12 grapes under the table, someone bumps into her, trying to do the same. who is it? duh duh duh, its lando)

lando x exwife!reader who doesn't want kids (oh this is going to be angst. i will make sure everyone cries. also, its kinda self explanatory)

the one where the reader goes to the pub and encounters a silly lando anti (ha! its basically what i would do if i encounter a silly lando anti while lando was my husband)

THE YUKI ORANGE PEEL IDEA!! (ugh, my fav. reader hates cutting onions. yuki likes reader too much.)

new year, new me, new bf (i saw it on instagram, and i made it a lando x yn story)

ex gf giving reader food with beef (another one of my favs. this is just revenge. and it has tsunorris)

lando being able to distinguish who made the parathas (it means he's family, okay!)

the one where magui is a part of their friend group (this is not me being in denial. and its a similar thing as who knows the other better video that lando and max did)

lando buys a sari (another self indulgent fic. someone buy me saris.)

adrenaline junkie!reader (i just wanna give lando some heart attacks)

max f giving his best man speech (i have bad humour, yall)

p and all of lando's gfs (p wants to marry lando when she's older. max told me. but yeah, this one is gonna be really cute)

lando, relationships, obligations (another angsty fic. prepare to cry. it will have hea tho)

whatsapp voice notes!! (this is cute. reader leaves voice notes for lando because reading texts sometimes gives him a headache)

the gin and champagne one (i don't like champagne. i like gin. and im delusional)

no pressure tags: @itsprashimusic @partiallyderived @linnygirl09

[docwritesshit]

hi!! Im the one who sent the reserved, tall reader req and i just wanna say… i love it SM! Ur writing was amazing! Thank u sm 😩😩😭😭😭💋💋

i hope i dont seem as a bit overwhelming but i hope ur ok with another req thats like a part 2 of it? Except, the more the reader spends time together with shadowpeach, the more they become a bit more comfortable with them? (Bcus maybe b4 they were a lot more secretive yet polite) and then, when they start dating they become more bubbly and cheerful, yet so empathetic and kind. Always knowing the right wirds to say and being the shoulder where they can cry on.

Btw u can do this late or delete it if u want ofc. No pressure! Take care and be kind!

Good sir, I think you are the sweetest anon I have had so far and I appreciate you for it

Anyways!

Shadowpeach x Tall!Reserved!Reader turned bubbly!

Listen, these two had enough energy between them so it took a while for your bubbly side to come out

What came put first was your empathic side.

Macaque was having a hard day, just not feeling like he was being listened to

You popped your head around the corner and asked if he wanted to talk about something

Shocked that you picked up on that, he obliged and ranted about his day

At the end, you grabbed his hand and said something that struck him deep

“I’ll always have an ear to lend, love”

God how he needed that

With Wukong, you assured him about how he can take a break when he was about to go push his limits

He froze in the doorway, looking at you curiously, and just daunted back over to you for some cuddles

You took no mind, letting him hug you until you asked if he wanted to be held

Frankly, he very much did. So yall switched, and he just relished it

As the relationship progressed with these two, you slowly but surely got more cheerful

More energetic greetings with bear hugs were a very welcome change

And when your excitement showed a lot more, and these two just fucking love it

So they will try to excite you more with little surprise gifts and gestures

They just love how much you show your genuine joy with them, and they want your memories with them to only hold that joy

That’s all :3

[angeliccdollie]

.ᐟ yeah yeah.. im back I know yall missed me I missed ya’ too for real. Anyway, i’m looking for new role play partners. I’m not on no weird shit though.. Matter of fact lemme lay out sum rules.

𖥔GUIDELINES𖥔

╰┈➤As you may or not know twenty-two years of age. Therefore i will not roleplay with minors. I will only roleplay with 18+ individuals. sorry not sorry, not catching a case over here. A lot of my plots and themes are mature, so with that being said I would like people who are just as mature in age. I also am a black woman, so representation is important to me. 99.9% of my muses will be black and/or people of color. They also may be apart of the lgbtq+ community. I’m not asking for your muses to be exactly the same, but I will say if diversity isn’t present throughout your list of muses or lack there of then 9/10 a roleplay between us won’t happen.

˚ · . This is strictly a discord roleplay account. However, when it comes to wanting to plot or set up a roleplay it is fine if you message through tumblr until we exchange tags. Another thing to keep in mind is I am semi selective when picking roleplay partners so keep in mind that I am not obligated to plot with everyone and vice versa with yourself.

╰┈➤ Im looking for someone who is active ooc, I do understand if you're busy. I just need communication to move forward.

˚ · .  I do oc x oc. I dont enjoy fandoms therefore i will do any fandom of any sort. Other than that i might be intersted in anything my way. If i am not familiar with a certain thing i will do my personal research, then get back to you. im open to any pairings you throw at me, Most of the time I enjoy playing female "submissive" roles. I can switch it up for the right person though.

╰┈➤ I dont categorize or over-do the submissive role like others per-say.

˚ · .I am used to roleplays that are literate and third person. So text talk and short replies are not usually my thing. I am not asking for a novel nor am I saying each reply has to be long. I understand if paragraphs do end up short, just don’t have it seem like I am carrying a lot of the weight, i will evantually stop replying to you.

╰┈➤Finally, have fun ! Roleplay is supposed to be a hobby. Do not feel pressured when sending replies because I as well have a life outside of this. I cannot promise replies will always be constant or on time. If you ever want to end a plot with me let me know, communication is key. I hope we are able to make magic with one another.

Aye, for the bitches in the back.

I do not condone any type of disrespect. Respect goes both ways and if you cant seem to have enough sense to respect your peers i will simply do the same. Energy is always reciprocated round here mama.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Bro some creators will say interact but when we do half of yall ignore our asks so wtf is the point

Hi!

I understand where you're coming from, but it's important to remember that creators are not machines.

We don’t just churn out content on demand, 24/7, without rest. As much as we love writing and making art, we are human first.

We have lives, responsibilities, and sometimes an overwhelming number of messages to go through. It’s not as simple as sitting down and instantly producing something new every time someone asks for it. Creativity takes energy, time, and, sometimes, even the right headspace.

People often forget that consuming content is easy, but creating it is a completely different story. A 5,000-word story might take you 30 minutes to read, but for the person writing it? That could be days or even weeks of brainstorming, drafting, editing, and revising. And that’s assuming inspiration even comes easily. Some days, writing feels effortless. Other days, just putting together a single paragraph feels impossible.

And here’s the thing—most of us do this as a hobby. We don’t get paid for it. We write, draw, and create because we love it, not because we owe anyone content. The majority of us have jobs, classes, and real-life obligations that demand our time and energy. We’re already balancing so much, yet there’s this expectation that we should be constantly producing, constantly engaging, constantly available.

Engagement matters, but expecting instant responses—or assuming that being ignored is the same as being unappreciated—is unfair. The truth is, we see the messages. We appreciate them. But responding to every single one isn’t realistic or possible.

And when creators feel pressured or guilt-tripped, it drains the joy from creating. Instead of being something we love, it starts to feel like an obligation—a chore rather than an act of passion. It’s exhausting to feel like no matter how much effort we put in, it’s never enough.

Should someone who’s going through a rough time be expected to sacrifice their well-being just to post? Should we have to drop everything just to reply at the speed that’s expected? That’s not how it works.

So yes, interaction is important. But so is understanding that we are people, not content machines. Sometimes, we just need a break. That doesn’t mean we don’t care. It just means we’re human.

—Bianca 🌻

[pechaberriesandsoju]

Hey Ezra!!! Thanks for the tag, amigo!!!

Favorite color: Peachy hues, maroon, mint greens and pinks!

Currently reading: Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton and the Ghostbusters novelization

Last series: Uhh, it was either Grave Encounters (needed background noise and went with something I already seen) or uh those speculative biology videos by Curious Archive. That counts as a series, right? Lol

Sweet, savory, or spicy: I like all three, but! I do like sweet mixed with spicy and savory mixed with spicy the most!!

Currently working on: Art related?? Complicated, lmao. Writing related?? A fic pre Fion.na and Cake and a sequel fic to my Don't You Dare lyric fic! It's...taking a while, whoops! Oh! And I'm working on making themed bracelets again!

Tagging:

@jocelynships , @olliethescribe , @verykissablepixels , @fluffyselfships , @aquaticcryptid , and @astrangeghost !

There's no pressure to participate, tho! Just have fun with it! Love yall, amigos!!!

Thank you @kamileonik for the tag!!

9 people you want to know better

Favorite color: pastel yellow!

Currently reading: damn ittt, nothing right now. This is probably a sign to get back into Crime and Punishment and start Philosophical Investigations

Last series: currently watching Psyco-pass and One piece!

Sweet, savory, or spicy: SWEET. Of course sweet

Currently working on: Halloween costume! Making a Charlotte Witch’s Heart cosplay and I’ve been hogging my friends sewing machine since mine broke, and now I can’t use it anyone!! Idc if this meant improvement this means project to me

Tags, no pressure as usual! @flowerxar @some-random-dunce @galaxitic @comfortstars @elithebi @obsyddiansays

[askcharaandfriends]

Did you uhhhhh die? 2 months of inactivity

my siblings had a thing where one would say

"answer me if you're dead."

"I'm dead." In the most deadpan tone possible.

I don't know man. I've been doing other stuff lately. from the moment I've started this blog I've taken a chill approach to posting. because I've seen what burnout can do to people. I put zero pressure on myself to continue or post regularly because at the end of the day it's something silly I do for fun. a spinoff of an askblog of a indygame. sure I want to continue. but I don't feel obligated to go out of my way to do so.

love yall ^-^

[swagpescado]

I’m so sorry to hear how you feel about your art. I hope you know it is still the most fun art ive seen in the fandom for a long time. and you still remain as an inspiration to me and I really really love all your stuff.

i just wanted to ask if you were comfortable with people still having it up on their blogs or rbing it still. Because I was crushed when I found out but I completely respect your choice to take them down:)

(also don’t ever feel pressured to post art or even come back if you’re not up for it. just know tumblr and this community will always be here,, you never had an obligation to anyone:))

you are so cool, please don’t forget that :D

first of all, thank you so much for the kind words! i’m definitely doing better now, much happier with my style n all—unfortunately that doesn’t mean i’ll be putting my old art up again bc that’s the style i DIDNT like (if that makes sense.)

as for reblogging, i don’t really know how tumblr works so if i delete the post myself and it still stays up for ppl who have reblogged it, i don’t mind if yall keep it up. for me its more of a “out of sight out of mind” thing. i just ask that ppl don’t repost/reupload my art as like, an archive. i’ve never been comfortable w having my art reposted.