#not gonna get hardly anything if you dont make it yourself it feels

[campbellschunkybear]

People who self-ship with comedic relief characters I want you to know I love u and you are my strongest warriors, especially if your f/o doesn't get any "x reader" posts bc they're considered a comedic character.

PROSHIP DNI

[2tarbell]

COWBOY TAKE ME AWAY

you ask your boyfriend to take a look at your engine…

(drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

rafe was close to losing his damn mind. how was this thing even still running?

he’s not a mechanic, in fact he finds it all too fuckin’ annoying. but when you looked up at him with those sparkly eyes, asking him to fix your little car, he couldn’t bring himself to turn you down.

so there he was, backwards cap on and sweating through his shirt. he’s already smoked two cigarettes trying to even start to fix the damn thing. the mess that was awaiting him under the hood made him shoot you a look, but you simply furrowed your brows and sighed in that sugary sweet voice ‘jus’ dont know what’s wrong with it’.

he was a sucker, maybe. pussy whipped, for sure.

more than an hour had passed and hardly any progress was made on the deteriorating engine. he was starting to get pissed off, your ‘the chicks’ cd having played three times through, the screen door allowing it to be heard from the player in the living room.

rafe looks over at you again, taking in the way you sat on the steps of the trailer, pen in hand as you mumble to yourself about the crossword puzzle between humming along to the music. barefoot and sitting nice and comfy on the wooden plank. oh, the luxury.

you looked so pretty, and he almost dropped whatever tool he was using when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. he cleared his throat, focusing all attention on the shitty state of your motor.

“baby — what in the hell did you even do to this thing?”

your head snaps up at that, pouting and tiptoeing over to him, paper abandoned on the steps. you ignored his protests of heading inside to put on some shoes, stepping over rocks and weeds. rafe shakes his head and leans on his arms as he stares down the engine, praying to whatever will listen to magically tell him what the problem was.

he sighs when your arm snakes around his waist and turns to press a kiss to the top of your head that rests on his arm. your touch was a brief reprieve from the hot sun and difficult task.

“s’that bad?” you mumble, voice meek.

god, he would do anything to make that sad little tone vanish. but he can’t lie to you, not about this. no matter how much he knows you adore this car.

he hums, giving the engine a once over before looking over at you, “well, it— it ain’t great… gonna have to probably replace most of it if y’wanna keep it.”

the whine you let out makes an amused grin form on his lips. you both know you couldn’t afford to replace even half of it.

“well— can’t y’just— just—“

“ohhh, when did you become a mechanic, sugar?”

he whistles lowly at your glare, wrapping his arm firmly around your neck and pulling you in. the sensation of being pressed against his chest, his bicep pressing into your cheek makes a lick of heat shoot up your spine.

“don’t get an attitude w’me, a’ight?” he drawls into your hair, leaving that familiar heat to settle in your tummy. you knew better but whined incoherently, a babble of ‘but— but— daddy—‘. it might cost you some of his softness, but it was just so satisfying to hear him get just a little meaner.

“no, stop poutin’— dad’s doin’ this f’you on his off day, show some gratitude. there is nothin’ else i can do ‘bout the fuckin’ thing, ‘kay?”

he wished there was more to do for the vehicle, but it was about time. hell, you’ve had that thing longer than he could remember. you never were good at admitting he was right, though.

he sighs and shifts to wrap his arms tight around your waist, lifting you slightly on your toes. your hands immediately find his chest and you lean your forward against him, pouting still as his lips meet your temple. you stare at the car, feeling betrayed by something you considered your baby.

all things must come to end, or whatever the hell the saying is. you honestly found that to be complete bullshit as rafe runs a hand over your hip, fingers lightly caressing the skin between the fabric and your jean shorts. his touch was almost soothing.

“poor sweet girl…” his lips press against your ear, a teasing whisper, “what’m i gonna do with you, hmm?”

you huff, maybe a bit dramatically, and turn your head to gaze up at him. rafe chuckles softly at your expression, if anyone else did such a thing, it might’ve felt patronizing. but not him, not your rafe.

you can’t resist a little grin, hiding your face in his chest. he always made you fold too quickly. he coos and it makes you feel fuzzy all over. with a finger under your chin, he lifts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. his are a little chapped and his scruff is starting to tickle your face but you don’t care, needing the comfort of your big, strong man desperately in this moment. his large palms trail down your body to settle and squeeze at your ass.

rafe smiles against your mouth, that tilt of his lips making your own rise. soon enough, you’re giggling and unable to kiss him back. he doesn’t care and presses closer, swallowing those precious little sounds.

he lifts you, hands throwing you up and over his shoulder. he smirks at your squeal and closes the hood with one arm, the other holding you snuggly on his shoulder.

“rafe cameron, you put me down!”

“nuh — uh. think it’s time you thank me, yeah?”

with a smack to the swell of your ass, he walks up the three steps to your shared trailer, already planning on taking you to shower with him. the screen door shuts with a slam and your laughter echoes into the dusty streets of your little neighborhood.

[poppy-metal]

i have to say it- art makes you kneel over his chest and abs and piss on him [END TRANSMISSION]

this is so pathetic sugar daddy!art who just lets you empty his wallet and buys you anything you want and lets you walk him like a dog and all he asks for sometimes is that you indulge him sometimes - you dont even have to be nice to him about it, in fact his dick is harder when you aren't. when your sweet little mouth curls into a sneer when you straddle his broad chest and balance yourself with a hand on his shoulder - manicured nails he payed for digging into the muscle there - "you're lucky you're so good to me, daddy," you tell him like you're doing him a favor by hovering your cunt over his pecs, "making me do something so dirty to get you off. you're a pervert. you're so gross -"

its a lie, but god it makes it feels so good to feel the way his hands dig into your waist, greedy. he wants this so bad, wants you to mark him with your piss, defile him, claim him and you cant deny the moan that falls from your lips when you stop clenching your pelvis and let go - gasping when a steady flow streams out, splashing all over the smooth marble of arts chest, pooling in his clavicle, making a fucking mess everywhere. your clit throbs and you cant stop yourself from lowering fully to his chest, rubbing yourself desperately on his abs - mean girl facade gone as you whimper.

art is blissed out, the groan he let out when you'd drenched him sounding pained and drawn out. it feels so warm, his little girl letting go and marking her territory, rubbing her piss drenched pussy all over his chest and stomach afterwards because she cant help herself. so fucking greedy. he loves it. he loves that you need him as much as he needs you.

"fuck, thats it, baby" he grits out. big hands helping you rock frantically over his hard body. his cock is pounding with blood, throbbing with the need to sink inside your warm wet heat, but he ignores it for now. "rub that pussy on me -"

your clit keeps catching on the hard peak of his nipple and that - that drives you crazy - "daddy - daddy im gonna- "

"yeah, yeah, c'mon, daddy wants you to - make a mess -"

when you cum, you know its not just that, you know more pee trickles out with it, splashing all onto his chest as you shake through it, thighs trembling and you're suddenly lifted bodily up, hardly finished coming before you're being sunk down on a thick cock - sensitive pussy filled to the brim -

"oh! oh -"

"keep coming - oh fuck - squirt on my dick, honey, that's it, that's it. you're so good - you're so good to me with your wet little pussy -"

[slxtd1ary]

It’s how you act on it — jealousy [pt.1!]

NSFW/18+/woman reader — sub!gf x meandom!bf

ft. fever — enhypen

Jealousy isn't bad or good in itself. It's just how you act on it.

synopsis: he got jealous now just pray he had mercy

includes: spanking (ass & pussy), dirty talk, meanie behavior (woman receiving)

A/N: btw I’ve my own discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

Zayne - spanking

"I said louder"

Your eyes were fluttering, the heat between your thighs so burning hot you would've lost yourself into the feeling if it wasn't for Zayne deep guttural voice. You've never seen him like this. Yes, he was playful and teasing, as well as sweet and caring, but this was nothing like that. It was a perverted sadistic little game. His hands were meticulously spanking your bare skin. You gasped repeatedly, like a quiet beg for mercy between his torturous aggressions. His cold demeanor surploming your poor self, so broken under his frame, was so intimidating that you felt crushed under it.

"S-six...sixteen! Ah Zayne..."

Negotiations, sweet talking, caring kisses, or even the satisfying grinding of your hips didn't help you to dodge his unforgiving jealousy. Why? Why did you have to be so bright and luminous next to that worm, next to that insignificant little nurse. That douchbag was looking at you with such hungry eyes... every time Zayne thought he spanked you enough, the horrifying scene run again, and oh so clearly, into his madned mind.

"P-please I'm s-sorry!—"

He cupped your chin between his sophisticated hand. Forcing you to twist your neck to face his cold burning eyes.

"You'll be sorry when I decides you are. You don't remotely feel the...torment I felt. " his other hand is roaming on your throbbing heat. "...you are feeling all hot, aren't you?" He scoffed, "you? Sorry? You just want to cum uh?"

Your eyes widen and quickly start to blurry with pleasure. The intensity of it all, the switch in his character, everything distracted you of the neediness of your own body. You didn't even noticed, because of Zayne actions tearing your mind apart, that you weren't trembling of pain but of perverted pleasure.

"Zayne I..." What could you say that would not make you see like a masochist? But, you dont have the time to reflect on it more deeply that he let go of your chin. Letting it fall on the couch. You feel so weak-

He is spreading your legs.

The action so brutal, impatient, vulgar...what's happening? You think.

And the answer comes quicker than expected.

In one, forceful, motion your boyfriend's hand hardly spanks your pussy. And the time your sensor transmits the information to your brain, he has already spanked you three more times.

You jolt and grab anything under your reach.

"I can't get it out of my head, your smile, your laugh...why did you presented those to him?"

You don't even grasp what he is talking about, but the more he speaks, the faster and the harder the panks get.

"B-baby what are-"

"That motherfucking nurse"

He cuts you off, and even if you would usually scold him with a bratty tone, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs in arousal. Hearing Zayne curse was the hottest thing that ever happened in your life. There are no doubts about that.

"You. Are. Mine. Is that so fucking hard to understand?" His voice was so deep and desperate you couldn't help but try to steal a glimpse of his face. So you slowly turned your head back, and even if you couldn't see much, the sight you had right here right now was heaven sent. It was a Zayne, totally pant up, his tie loosen up and his forehead sweaty. He was biting his bottom lip while his glasses were falling on his pointy nose. It was like everything was too intense for him, too. He had snapped and you could see it in his possessive eyes. He was restlessly spanking you, sighing in relief like it was the most agreeable thing he ever had the chance to do.

"F-fuck...y-your pussy...you gonna cum soon right? Please tell me..."

He was your doctor after all. He knew how to decrypt your body language, and he was never once wrong.

"Y-yes Zayne! D-dont stop, I'm s-so sorry-"

"Liar, you just want to cum...but p-please do" he continues to spank your pussy with reckless abandon. Growling, whining, he just want you all, for himself. "F-fuck you a-are so agh beautiful..."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you Come unfond on his mean fingers. You cry out his name repeatedly like a prayer while his mind goes dizzy from the sight of you, his beloved soul mate, so perfect under him.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

pt. 2 is coming soon…so stay tuned! Thanks for any interaction!

[2024/11/18]

don’t forget the discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

[sugarverse]

ex boyfriend smut ; 2.1k words | enjoy! <3

I miss you, love.

the text made your stomach lurch, but you knew it was coming. you two had been on and off for longer than you care to admit, about 3 days after to a week and he's back. or you're back. or some weird thing happens that brings you closer to each other. you'd hope the cycle had broken with a new record of 40ish days without talking.

no you don't, c’mon we were doing so well !

typing the made your head sore, so what are you doing texting him back? this never leads to anything but getting back together. then into the same destroying habits that drive you back apart. It was exhausting.

Yes I do. I think about you every fucking day y/n. I miss you.

you stared at the phone, wet lashes blinking for a moment before letting out a soft laugh and joking to yourself. “I’d think about me everyday too..” you stood slowly from your bed, stretching and walking lazily to the bathroom. you stared at the hot water pouring into the shower stall, steam coming back into your face as you picked your brain. maybe it wasn’t a horrible idea, inviting him over. you knew what he wanted as soon as his unsaved but familiar number popped up your screen. he always brought food or bought you food after.. and you were kinda hungry. no harm no foul, huh? you hopped into the shower, letting it run against your skin for a moment. you reached out to your phone, starting some music before messaging him back.

come over <3

before you could change the song and set your phone back down, he had responded.

atta girl.

you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you washed up. not long after, brushing your teeth and putting on some lip gloss. a t-shirt and panties is all you really needed, going to wait for his knock in the living room. you flicked through the music on your tv, the lighting from outside peaking through your blinds to illuminate the sun setting outside. before fully settling into the couch, there's a knock at the door.

you hop up, looking through the peep hole just to make sure out of the 8 billion people it could be it was the one person you wanted. you open the door all the way, watching him stop and utter horror as he saw you standing in your underwear. he lifted you over his shoulder with ease, slamming the door so that no one else were to see you.

“what do you care?” you ask, giggling from his shoulder as he sat two bags onto the floor. you neverminded it, inhaling the new cologne he had on.

“dont start that shit.” he said under his breath, the smell of him came flooding to your nose as he spun to set you back down, hands not being shy about rubbing over your ass as he did so.

“my gorgeous girl..” he mumbled, kissing your forehead, then down the side of your temple to your cheek, then to your lips. something about the kiss was definitely different than most, almost like kissing someone else. you brushed the thought aside, letting your hands intertwine with the back of his hair to pull him closer. it felt like he was almost hesitant to kiss you on your lips, was something wrong? he pulled away for a moment, letting there only be space for words between you two.

“i love you, y/n. i really do fuckin’ miss you..” he spoke in a whisper. you could hardly hear him, feeling him push his now glossy lips back against yours. “workin on it..” he mumbled again, pulling you into his arms greedily as he led you to the arm of the couch just to push you up against it. you smile, giggling in the kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist as you understand what he meant by ‘working on it’.

you pull your lips away, looking down at the hard on in his sweatpants. “you know i love you too handsome..” your hands slide down to his waistband until he stops you, causing you to stop and look him in the eyes.

“no, i mean I'm gonna be your fuckin husband. I love you. i want you to know that I mean it.” he stared at you intently before kissing your cheek, then passionately kissing your lips once more. his comment made you snicker in your head, although you knew how serious he was. you meant it when you said it back, but there are different levels to love. did he really hold you to highest praise like he says he does? if so, why the fuck do you two keep breaking up? you held him tighter, knowing you heard confidence in his voice. maybe he really was serious?

he leans over, lightly pushing you to lay down onto the couch. tongue swirling against your own as rough hands grabbed at your body to pull your chest closer to his. “you smell so fucking good..” he bit into your neck, feeling you jolt into his arms. it made him smirk, feeling you trying to pull him closer as well.

“hun not too v..visable I have work tomorrowww..” you say more as a suggestion than command. he bites a bit harder, pulling away to lift your shirt. he didn't bother lifting it all of the way, putting his head underneath to suck on your soft skin some more. he yanked your hips to his, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it to feel you squirm against his hips. it made you moan, tugging on his hair and smiling through heavy breaths. you grinded against him needily, feeling him reciprocate by humping against your most sensitive parts. he made sure not to be too rough, aiming to grind against your clit slowly. it was about you, he wanted to make that obvious.

"bed, b-bed..please. want y..you in bed.” you whimper, moaning softly and tugging at his hair once more so he'd let up. reluctantly, he pulls away and lifts you back into his arms. he nudges against you as he carries you, snickering at your desperate attempts to grind harder against him as he shuffles his feet a few steps down the hall. he moves the door open with his foot.. the smell of you. he could go on and on about how much he missed it, how much he really truly missed traces of you in his room. he groaned as you kissed down his neck, looking over at your colorful bed sheets before laying you down carefully.

“how do you want it, pretty girl?” he asks, sliding down to his knees and bringing your legs to his shoulders. you look down to see him smiling, trying to decide. you could see hearts in his eyes as he stared at the wet spot in your panties. he kissed up your thighs, looping a finger around the hem of your panties before sliding them off. he left a small kiss on your clit, pulling your hips to his mouth. “after I taste you, itadakimasu.” he mumbled.

“you fucking nerd-ahh! mmhngh..!" you moan out, feeling his tongue swirl around your clit, sucking on it and latching onto you. your back arching off of the blankets not long after, hands tangling themselves into your sheets to hold onto something. you wrapped your ankles around his head, grinding against his tongue as he guided it up and down against your pretty cunt.

he moaned like a man who hadn't eaten anything good in years, bringing your hips off of the bed and forcing your thighs around his head even tighter. you whined, tugging even harder at his hair as you babbled about how much you missed his touch, it's not like you let anyone else touch you. you were having you time.. until today anyway. he smiled, enjoying your praises as he felt you cum against his tongue for the first time in over a month. he couldn’t get over the taste, or the way you smelled. he buried his face impossibly deeper into your cunt, hoping you’d give him more.

“sw..sweetheart, please.!” you tried to nudge his head away, feeling him cling to you even tighter. you laid your head back onto the mattress, moaning louder and moving to cover your mouth. he looked up at you, giving you a minute to keep your hand over your lips before realizing you weren't going to get the message on looks alone. pulling away with a pop!, slapping your clit a few times. “Nu uh. Let me hear you.”

you whine, moving your hands back into his hair like before as he continues. you squirm in his touch, eyes starting to get watery as he draws a second orgasm from you. you shivered against him, feeling him slowly pull away as you calmed down from your high.

“did you decide how you want me?” he asked, looking at your disheveled hair and ecstasy-ridden eyes. he felt his cock twitch st the sight, staring at your chest rise and fall with deep breaths before you answered. he rested his cheek onto your thigh with a smile.

“fuuuck um.. fuck” you laugh, lifting yourself up on your elbows. “i don’t care.. kinda wanna see you..? if thats okay?” you ask, feeling him move your body towards the pillows to lay your head down properly. he slides off his pants and underwear, chuckling softly. “more than okay.” he swiped over his tip with his thumb, feeling how sore it was from being so hard. andmissingyou.

“c’mere..” you mumble, propped back onto your elbows to look at him once more. you glance down, noticing he didn’t have a condom on. which explains the Walgreens bag. he climbed over top of you, glancing down for a minute before lining up to you. his eyes went back to yours before sliding it in slowly. he sighed in relief, moving to lay his head into your shoulder. he groaned as he fit all the way inside of you. your legs wrap around his waist, squirming as you struggled to take him.

“r..relax sweet pea, you’ll break me..” he mumbles against your pretty skin, moving an arm to lift your leg a bit higher. you moan into his shoulder, biting into his flesh and drawing a half moan half laugh from him. after relaxing enough for him to start moving comfortably, you immediately felt him reach deep into you as your hips grinded against each other. you shut your eyes tightly, moaning and whimpering underneath him as he stared down to watch your wet lashes flicker. you left claw marks down his back, causing him to hide his face in your collarbone before moving faster. “nnnn! ‘ts too muhh.. much!” you whine out, looking up into his eyes just to say “p..please don’t stop!” in the next breaths.

he smiled, kissing your cheek and temple. “f..fuck i love you. my girl, my. girl.” he groaned, slamming into you ever harder. you could feel him hit your cervix repeatedly, causing him to draw a 3rd orgasm from you and for your vision to spot. you feel your eyes well up in tears, kissing him sloppily as he slowed down ever so slightly. being close himself, chasing after his orgasm. he squeezed your body tightly as he came, arms wrapped around your torso to use you like the toy you were.

you sigh, feeling your thighs begin to shake. you laughed softly under your breath, kissing his cheek as he nudged into you a few more times. he pulled out, watching his cock twitch over your pretty swollen cunt. he swiped some up with his index finger, bringing it to your lips and watching you clean it with no hesitation.

“good girl..” he grinned, kissing your cheek and moving to get a rag. coming back a few seconds later to see you moving to stand. “what are you doing?” he asked, the blue rag dripping in water slightly onto his hand.

“don't you think we should shower?” you lean against the bed, feeling your thighs shake as you held yourself up. you shut your legs, not wanting your mess to drip onto the floor.

“..you sure you can stand in the shower?” he chuckled, walking over to you and lightly moving your legs apart to wipe you off. you let him do what he's doing, leaning back on the bed before mocking him.

“yes i can, thank you.” you commented, watching him tilt his head and look amused at your response. he put his hands up, stepping back.

“after you,” he smiled, watching you struggle to walk straight at first. you glared at him, hearing his giggles in the corner before walking to the bathroom.

[burgersnacksformax]

Can we get some scout nsfw voicelines but subby pls……

HELP i dont have writing reqs open but i appreciate that u know what u want, so this is for you anon

Scout voice lines: subby ver.

Notes

I leave it kind of vague on what the reader is doing to him, let your mind go to town.

Sequel to my other scout voice lines writing, this time he's a bottom

Gender neutral reader

Mix of lines and writing

Tbh i think he'd be make a good powerbottom, but he gets more submissive thru this. And begs a lot

Scout as a sub would be so full of stammering to the point he'd hardly get anything across, communicating more with his eyes, breaths, and body language.

At first when you'd make a move, Scout would try and play it cool. He'd act like he's the one in control, going,

"Ohh, someone's gettin' bold."

But he'd end that line right then and there, suppressing the chatterbox urges as he would wait excitedly for you to do something. He really would give himself away too easily, his cheeks flushing red and leaning into every touch you would give him.

"You- you gonna keep goin' or what?"

You could ease him into it, but the way Jeremy would practically buck his hips at the slightest hint you were gonna do something? You didn't need to be told directly in order to get the memo.

He'd get impatient surprisingly quickly, his excitement reassuring you a little.

"Can't you just- like.. do somethin'?"

You'd kiss him gently, telling him to be patient while moving your hand slowly down his stomach. He'd chuckle in an attempt to seem confident, but his eyes would be locked on your hand.

"Well, well.. You, uh.." he'd chuckle, and then continue, "I mean, this-"

And he'd just say shit like that honestly, not even being able to get his point across and then grinning at himself in embarassment. He'd put his hands on your shoulders for a bit of comfort.

"I ain't usually so.. stammery, like this, I'm- uh, much.. bolder. Y'know?"

So you'd reassure Jeremy that it was alright and that you found it cute how he reacted. That you loved the way he would shudder at every touch and go along with every action. And best of all, that he didn't dare touch himself, instead waiting for you to do it.

His voice would get caught in his throat, smiling and throwing out aimless filler words like,

"Well, it's- uhh.." as if he'd have any direction of what he'd want to say. "If you say so."

You'd really have to be patient with him, it wouldn't occur to him to be forward and tell you what he'd want. All this time, his fantasies would involve him taking the lead, so he'd have no clue what to do in this situation.

So you would ask if he liked when you touched him a certain way, when you moved yourself against him. You'd ask, so he'd have to reply.

"Well," he'd chuckle, "ain't the best thing I've ever felt."

If that was the case, why would Jeremy be going along with everything you did? Why would he be reacting so strongly to every small movement? You both would know you have him wrapped around your finger. You'd know he's taunting you. That he's being bratty.

So you would have to coax it out of him, but you won't want to go all out just yet. So you would play with his nipples to hear him gasp, grind your hips against his to feel him moving against you too. Tell him that, if this wasn't the best, that you wanted to hear what he wanted.

He'd smirk up at you, but his voice would conveniently get caught in his throat.

"I- I want'cha to.. um-"

And you'd stop, feigning innocence, claiming that if you didn't know what he wanted, you wouldn't be able to give it to him.

And he'd fall for it.

"Oh, uh, okay- right."

He'd then mumble in the softest voice,

"I want'cha to.. uh.. do what you want.. To me."

A very adorable way of saying that he trusts you with control. It's much easier to earn Jeremy's shyness once the facade of confidence is down. So you'd move to touch him where he wants, promising you'd be gentle.

His breath would hitch in his throat as he'd gaze up at you in a haze - as if you didn't literally just start. His eyes would do all the talking here.

It would be really cute how much he'd want you, and you'd be determined to hear the words fall from his lips. So you'd keep going at your slow pace, watching him. Observing him.

And you'd ask how he likes it, already knowing damn well what he's thinking.

"Yeah.. uh- I- I like it.. it's good-"

"You're doin-" he'd inhale sharply, "good, real good, but.."

And you'd stop completely, gazing at him cheekily. And he'd whine,

"D- don't stop, hey.."

You'd ask again what he wanted. And he'd just mumble,

"Can you.."

And Jeremy would guide your hand on him to touch him more, and he'd let go once you caught on.

You nearly wouldn't be able to resist the way he'd be so direct and yet so shy, knowing exactly what he'd want but catching a frog in his throat every time he'd try and say it. So you'd press him a little, pouting as you ask if that's all he had to say.

"Well- uh, I..," he'd take a second to regain enough composure to continue speaking, "I love you. A lot."

"I trust you, baby. You don't have to- you don't have to be shy."

You? The shy one here?

You'd move your hand quicker, causing him to jolt and cling onto your shoulders. It would be so cute the way you could so easily get him quiet.

Jeremy would close his eyes and really try hard not to be noisy. But his breathing would quicken, and you'd be tempted to wedge your thumb between his lips to hear him more.

You'd keep pushing him, all while giving him gentle kisses. But just when it'd seem like he's really enjoying himself, you would stop. You'd tell him that if he wanted more, he'd have to ask for it.

He'd give you a cocky smile, but his head would be facing away a little, as if to show just how vulnerable he'd be. He'd taunt, in a soft and breathy voice,

"Why should I ask for more? Ya haven't given me anythin' worth askin' for."

But you'd know him well enough that you wouldn't fall for that.

So you'd play into it. You tell Jeremy you'd just stop in that case, and he'd get desperate really quick. His eyebrows would furrow as he'd lean closer to you, going,

"Hey, wait- uh- I was-" he'd take a second to swallow nervously, "no, I- I didn't mean that."

It'd bring a smile to your face how quickly he'd take it back.

"I don't-" he sighs, "I don't want you to stop. Can you.."

So you'd just keep playing innocent, insisting you don't know what he's asking for, all while running your hands all over his body and feeling him shiver under your touch.

"Oh, come on, don't make me say it.. you- I know you know what I'm gonna ask."

"I- what I mean is- ..look, you know I like- love. I love this, I love you, it- it's.."

He'd stumble over his words. And eventually you'd give him a taste of what he wants, but you don't let him get comfortable with that sense of relief. You give him a taste,

"Shit- yeah, yeah, like that.."

And let Jeremy enjoy it, this time actually wedging your thumb between his front teeth and earning a few soft moans from him,

..and then you'd stop.

You'd plan to do that over and over in attempt to try and pry it from him again, but it doesn't even take long for him to cave. This time he'd seem much more desperate.

"Oh, please, just- Can you just touch me more already?"

And he'd pause.

"Or- or ride me, or like- suck me off, or.."

And he'd say the next bit in the softest voice.

"..or fuck me."

So you'd kiss his face and hold his hips comfortingly, telling him about how you were hesitant since he didn't seem so sure in his answer. Why would someone who knows what they want stumble over their words so much?

"But-"

You'd talk over Jeremy, telling him that you don't wanna do anything to him he'd be uncomfortable with - to which he'd quickly interrupt you back a little too loudly, going,

"No, I want it! I want you to- do that stuff.. please?"

Just as you'd want, he'd become more pliable. So you'd kiss him slowly and tenderly, running your hands through his hair in order to reassure him, before moving to a comfortable postion. One where you'd be ready to do whichever thing you'd like to do with him first.

You'd ask if he meant like this, and you'd watch his face light up.

"Yeah! Uh- i just think-" he'd watch you in anticipation, "well, I mean, I just.. I want you. A lot."

Honestly you really wouldn't know how much you could tease him for, he would already be so adorable at your command and twitching at every slight touch. So you'd eventually relent, giving him exactly what he'd want, listening to the way his breath would hitch and how his eyes would watch you move as you gave it to him.

"Ohh, yeah, baby, like that.."

You'd tell Jeremy to look at you, and he'd follow suit, smiling a little from embarassment but his eyes quickly squeezing shut as breaths and curse words would fall from his agape lips.

He'd just whimper,

"Baby.. shit-"

"Fuck, mmh.."

"Like that, like that.."

You'd ask again if he likes it, and he wouldn't even go for words, just leaving you with a breathy,

"Uh-huh.."

But you wouldn't want to settle for an answer like that. You'd tell him to speak properly. Make a sentence for you to tell you that he likes it.

But just as Jeremy would take a breath to talk, you'd go even harder on him. All he'd be able to muster would be a whiny,

"Good- 's good.."

He'd move along to your rhythm, falling out of rhythm now and then only to stop moving for a moment so he could find it once more. He'd love that you'd move like you knew exactly what you're doing.

When he'd slowly get close, he'd be so easy, so pliable, to get him to say whatever you wanted. He'd futily try and suck in the drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, as he'd moan,

"More- more, please."

"I can't take it, don't stop, please don't stop please please-"

"Fuck, i just- I- it's so-"

But the closer he would get, the more words he would lose, and the more he would be saying two things.

One of which being a needy and breathy,

"Please-"

And another being your name.

But if you're feeling a little sadistic, you could stop right at the edge, so you could watch Jeremy gaze upon you desperately. You wouldn't even have to coax him into going,

"Don't stop- I- I'm so close-"

"Please, I want you so bad, please-"

"Baby, please.."

"I- I'll be good.."

And before you continue, you'd wanna have a last bit of fun with him first. You'd tell him to say something - something he was too embarassed to say before. Anything you wanted.

And the words would fall from his lips like it was second nature, not even having to stop and think about his embarrassment. He'd say it like it was the only phrase he knew.

And you'd kiss him, satisfied with his obedience, and then give it to him just like he'd asked.

[piffany666]

(I came up with this and now im making it everyone's problem)

Back when warden was working for the department and vega was their "patient"

_________________________________________

Warden: Epiphany. By Inchoate.....W. I was not expecting this, this was so much more, you have stayed the hungry hunters, you have locked deaths door. For all your skulking, slinking, sneering, for all I was...fearing. I was not expecting this. For you to step into the light and reveal yourself. I see you. I see the lamb you hide under the wolfs skin i was- ahh!

Cutie: warden! What are you up to?

Warden: haha!...umm nothing! Notes! J-just umm going over some of our little friends downstairs' notes! C-can i help you?

Cutie: i thought id see how being isolated from everyone else in the department is treating you

Warden: oh? Thats...thats kind (?) Of you

Cutie: anything on your mind?

Warden: oh plenty; dealing with the fact that the place i work for imprisons my own kind, vega being....vega you know the usual. I was actually thinking about visiting aria but well...work and plus somtimes the d(a)emons there can be a bit-

Cutie: yeah thats great, anything els?

Warden: what...?

Cutie: oh come off it warden, i saw you in the brake room the other day

Warden: how do you mean...?

Cutie: look, every day we get thrown with the next mortal terror to deal with, were always being brushed off our feet! The other day me and sweetheart where stressing out about the next big disaster and you could hardly be bothered by any of it, you where just there, staring wistfully off into space while running your finger around the rim of your mug!

Warden: i was.....detracted

Cutie: you like somone!

Warden: WHA- I! T-thats! I-i mean i-i really don-

Cutie: called it! Sweetheart owes me a 5ver! So~ who is it~?

Warden: i dont have to tell you anything!

Cutie: is it the head of the department?! I know youve been talking about them a lot lately

Warden: i-is this an interrogation now?!

Cutie: so it IS the head of the department!

Warden: i-its no! I-its not the head of the department!

Cutie: alright alright! Were getting somewhere! I-its not agent is it? (Agent from the audio "a matter of urgenc" - the one with the southern accent) oh warden you could do better better i mean did you see what he was wearing the other day?

Warden: i-its not agent and I don't want to do this! OK? Now if you could just let me-

Cutie: sweethearts taken but that doesn't necessarily mean it's NOT sweetheart~

Warden: NO NO

Cutie: wait are you being so dodgy about this because it's one of us?

Warden:.....

Cutie: laughs* IS it sweetheart? Is it!?

Warden: I'm literally begging you....

Cutie: realises* alright fine fine have it your way keep you precious secrets but between you and me can I at least offer you a bit of advice?

Warden: I get the feeling you're going to anyway

Cutie: look nobody's going to notice you if you don't notice yourself first

Warden:.....what?

Cutie: OK look that came out wrong but what meant is take care of yourself because I know you Warden you will give yourself away until there's nothing left of you to love

Warden:......thats not fair.

Cutie: oh its true and you know it.

Warden:....maybe

Cutie: look I'm telling you this as a friend just think about it OK? Whoever this is they'll see how great you are not because of what you have to give away but because of where you stand firm and after all of Well whatever the hells been happening here you deserve something for yourself

Warden: hey that- that really means a lot thanks i- I will think about it

Cutie: good alright well I'm gonna head out

Warden: take care of yourself too

Cutue: Always do~ pew! pew!

Warden:....right where was I? Oh yeah yeah OK.

I was not expecting this for the sharp pain of jaws to give way to you-

OH MY GOD CUTIE! NORMAL PEOPLE KNOCK! NORMAL PEOPLE KNOCK!

Cutie: Sorry, sorry! Hey... it's not me, is it~

Warden: Oh would you stop!?

Cutie: cos if it is you know~....dance cards open~

Warden: just go away! Just go away!

Cutie: just putting it out there! Alright, alright.

[chenyann]

Alone together!

Riddle rosehearts

|°Rumor: Riddle and you have a study date but you seem to understand much of what's going on and you start to feel a bit sleepy!

|°Rumor warning: gn!reader, crushing, rushed, ooc(?),spelling error,non-edited, studying, Reader hardly says anything-

|°Keys:814

|°Ads: @mystaposts ahhhhh I'm so sorry this is short, it's bc I thought ur birthday was on the 7th and I got busy yesterday😭 but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYSTA YOURE SUCH AN AMAZING PERSON TO TALK TO,I KNOW I DONT ANSWER UR DMS SOMETIMES THATs JUST BC IM FORGETFUL😭😭 BUT I TRULY LOVE TALKING TO YOU, I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY!

Tapping echoed through the halls. The sun was finding its way through the giant windows in the hallway. It was a warm sunny day, the birds were chirping, so why was riddle frowning? Well to start us off you are late, really late. Not five or ten minutes late but 30 minutes late. Riddle likes things neat and to be on time, all of his assignments were done flawlessly exactly on time  and his room is ordered properly 24/7. So yes, it made him a little upset that you were half-an-hour late. What was so important that made you this late? Usually if you were to be late it wouldn't be half an hour, it would be more like 15 minutes give or take.

The calming silence was interrupted by the quick pitter patter of someone's feet, when Riddle turned to see who it was he was greeted by the sight of you. “What was so important to make you so late?” Riddle asked, as he folded his arms around his torso. “Ace and deuce needed help with something..” you paused, looking at him to see if that worked or not. But to your surprise it worked well. Riddle let out a sigh thinking about those two reckless first years causing problems and breaking rules. For a moment he wanted to ask what happened this time but he didn't really want to know at this point. “very well” he said, as he entered the library. Yall chose a nice spot in the library and sat down shoulder to shoulder. A few days ago  you were complaining about how your grades suddenly dropped. When Riddle asked to see some of your papers he knew why, you were terrible at math– how did you even come up with that answer!? Ridding being the kind soul he has offered to tutor you, it's definitely not because he has a fat crush on you and wants to spend time with you.

“Now shall we get started?” he asked, as he pulled out his notebook. You nodded and pulled out all of your things, Riddle watched as you were rummaging through your bag trying to find a pencil he guessed.“here.” the rose haired boy said as he gave you a yellow #2 pencil. You thanked him and looked down at the textbook, your eyebrows knitted together while you looked at the book filled with numbers and letters "whos idea was it to put letters in math" You thought to yourself.

      Snap!

           "Focus or you won't get anything done" Riddle said, noticing how you were glaring at the book. You nodded and asked riddle a few questions but other than that y'all didn't talk to each other much, which made riddle a bit upset. But you paused again looking at your paper. “do you need help?” Riddle asked with a raised brow, whether you said yes or no he decided to help you either way. “how about you try finding the answer to (x + y) first ” he said, watching as you scribbled on the paper. “now let me see.”

You showed him the paper and he looked at it with a small frown and spoke, “question two is wrong.” “Wait really!?” you asked, a huff left your lips as you sat your head in your arms. You muttered incoherent things before Riddle spoke, “would you like me to show you how to do it?” you nodded, as you placed your head in your arms and looked up at him. “you're gonna fall asleep like that” “no I'm not!” Riddle sighed, “if you fall asleep it's off with your head.” you felt yourself shudder as you imagined that collar around your neck, you nodded as you watched him explain. But you felt tired, you tried to stay up you really did but the feeling was too strong. Your eyes grew heavy and you felt so comfortable, too comfortable.. 

“Now divide (x) by 31 and you will get-” he stopped, looking down at your sleeping form. You fell asleep while I was explaining…. Should I wake you up..? Maybe I'll wait a bit, you may be able to focus if I let you rest for awhile….Riddle sighs as he looks down at your sleeping form, he gently takes the text books, pencil, plus all the other study materials yall had and sat them in their rightful places. Then he was met with your notebook, “I suppose I can look and correct your notes..” Riddle muttered, making sure not to wake you up by mistake. He was met with somewhat exceptional notes, but what really caught his eye were the small doodles of him. It was kinda cute. He sat the notebook down and got up to get a book to read while he waited for you to wake up. Of course he will discuss those doodles with you later.

[adhduck]

hellooooooooo 😍 for the "get to know your fic writer" meme: 27, 39, 46, 56, 64, 68 (I could ask like... a dozen of these 😂😂😂 I'm gonna add a wild-card here for you to answer one on the list you WANT to but that I didn't ask 👀)

oooooooh so many thank you for understanding i never wanna shut up

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Favorite part is either when I've been trying to tease out a scene for a while (especially one with lots of emotional complexity) and suddenly it all fits together Or when I write and somehow it all magically flows out of me with ease. Least favorite part is writing when it is Not magically flowing out of me and yet I am forced to keep going even though it feels bad lmao

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

First is Stede’s body, Ed soaping up a loofah and running it gently over all the dips and rolls and angles of the man he loves—the broad expanse of his chest, the dip in his navel, the crease between thigh and groin, the spot right below the arch of his foot where he’s ticklish as hell. Stede raises his arms obediently when Ed cleans his pits, looking at him with exhaustion and love in his eyes that Ed’s body hardly feels big enough to hold. When the worst of the general grime is running down the drain—not much, but Ed knows that doesn’t matter, can see how much weight has left Stede’s shoulders along with the dirt—Stede asks Ed to grab a washcloth and soap that up too, then takes a steadying breath. “Now my—my hands,” he says, lifting one for Ed to take. It’s shaking. “Please.”

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

Definitely character and emotion driven over action. In my heart what I want my style to be at least is "big feelings in simple moments." That feeling of having the hugest emotions that seem like they should be overwhelming everything and yet life continues on, good or bad. Idk I just enjoy exploring emotions and their complexity and working through them and shit

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I think when I write emotional scenes that have arguments or confessions or revelations or anything like that, it feels realistic without losing the intensity/spark you want out of scenes like that (are you seeing a pattern about what I focus on lmao)

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Laughter! Check-ins! Whimpering! The person giving being SO focused on the other person's needs and still possibly getting off from how good it feels to make them feel good!

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Reading definitely, but sometimes when I'm trying to figure out how to write a fic or scene and I'm stuck, I will literally go on a walk with my dog and just talk to myself on voice memos the whole time. I don't even listen to the voice memo again usually but it's important I be recorded for some reason and it really gets me out of a rut like 9 times out of 10

BONUS: 47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

This is just me blatantly calling myself out that I edit........a lot before I post things. I secretly love editing more than I love writing sometimes lmao, and I will read through my shit SO MANY TIMES editing the tiniest little things (and then editing them back half the time). Whenever someone beta's for me it's like, they read it once or twice and I read it all like five times. (I do however want to soften up on this a liiiiittle bit so that I dont end up in silly editing spirals that aren't helpful.)

Ask me questions about fic

[eternalera]

some things that annoy me in writing

when a character endlessly trauma dumps on someone especially their lover.

i mostly dont like this trope because one, why and two GET A THERAPIST. THAT SHIT IS THEIR JOB. not to say that their partner cant comfort them but sometimes it does come to a point where that character is ENDLESSLY relying on their significant other for 'validation' or for 'therapy' and then they get mad at themselves or at their partner if they cant provide it. this drops a lot on the other significant other because now theyre worried about their own problems, their partners, and whatever else the hell is going on with their life. and when i say theyre worried about their partners i mean theyre worried worried like its constantly plagues them and the partner AINT HELPING. like they miss a date and all of the sudden it 'where were you?' 'i needed you!' 'you know whats going on with me right now how could you!' like no. stop it. they can love you but they aint your goddamn therapist. get someone else.

2. the whole 'i dont deserve you argument'

yes its fluffy, angsty and practically perfect in nearly every damn way but god. its hardly ever done right. like everything feels forced, the reasons feel forced and i can never actually hear someone saying that. i can hear someone going 'you shouldnt be here' as in 'i dont deserve you' or in some other way. if the whole 'i dont deserve you' argument is underlying then its fine but when its upright in an 'emotional scene' the whole 'i dont deserve you' just makes me go 'ugh' mostly because it just feels so goddamn unrealistic. not to mention it takes all that emotional tension and instead of adding to it, it just fucking plummets it in my opinion. it feels anticlimactic like it was gonna be the climax but it failed. kinda like you save what you think is gonna be the best firework for last but turns out its a dud so now youre sitting their like 'well wtf was that'

3. when characters are actively being pressured by the cast to move on

like shut up, it takes the average person 4 years to grieve and then some. just because it was a really long time ago doesnt mean that it didnt hurt. chances are that it hurt A LOT. not to mention its usually like 'we/you cant do anything about it, move on from it' this is usually over traumatic experiences and im sorry but this just isnt healthy. not saying that you have to be stuck in that moment forever but you cant just go 'welp i couldnt do anything, sucks to suck buh-byeeee' like no, thats not how it works. you need to come to terms with what happened and what you did. not endlessly blame yourself or just say that it wasnt your fault even partially. thats not coming to terms with things thats denying the truth. never do this

4. when sad backstories supposedly make up for everything

suck it up. yeah no suck it up. you can have trauma from those experiences but it doesnt make up for what you did in the SLIGHTEST. its basically saying 'sir i only killed that man because my parents never loved me :((((' like honey there is no correlation. stop

5. unnecessary descriptions to describe a character. like when theyre lovesick, sure. thats FINE. but when youre just meeting them like slow your roll. im trying to process so many things at once already, i got the dialog their personality, what was currently going on in the scene. not to mention sometimes i dont like overly descriptive dialog because it takes away the room for imagination which kinda sucks because if i saw them wearing a skirt but now youre saying theyre wearing jeans it kinda fucks with my mind more

these are all just my opinion :)

[freaksun]

Ok so i was considering continuing this where she makes him wash his hair in the sink but, i figured it was already way too long, but i wanna write it so oh well.

He sets you down after a moment, staring at you with the most loving and sincere eyes.

“of course eddie. thanks for letting me.” you smile, petting the strands of hair that frame his face. he almost kisses you then but hes scared to ruin something so good.

“we should wash it.” you decide then. he always liked that about you. you could often be bossy and assertive but it was obvious it came from a place of love, care. so he always goes along with it. he smiles excitedly, more than ok with letting you wash his hair

“lets do it” he agrees with a wild smile. you bend him over the sink, gathering all his hair in your fist.

“you comfortable?” you run the water, using your other hand to check the temperature as it warms up.

“mm-hmm” you hardly hear him over the running water, quickly getting warm enough for him.

“okay, im gonna start then. just tap my leg if you wanna stop, ok?” you hear his boyish giggles clear as day.

“yes mistress.” you roll your eyes, smiling and blushing but youre happy he cant see that. you get all his hair wet, massaging it gently. he feels so comfortable, more comfy than hes ever felt, other than in the hands of his mother. you squirt a dollop of shampoo on your hand and work it in slowly. he sighs contently, trying to be quiet, like he didnt want you to know how much he was enjoying himself. the warm water, the gentle massaging from the girl he loves. once his hair is all soapy, you try to rinse it all out, but it takes a minute since his hair is so voluminous. you dont mind.

you then realize the conditioner is still in the shower, a few steps away from you both. you have to awkwardly manoeuvre, one hand holding his hair and him in place, standing on one foot leaning over him, reaching for it. you eventually get it, but not without practically splaying yourself across his, now wet, back.

“sorry..” you mutter, staring at the splotches of water adorning his white tee. you dont get a response. which is odd, cause again, he never shuts up. always taking the opportunity to crack a joke, or make you feel appreciated, or both.

“eds?” your wet hand shakes him a little.

“mm” he groans in response. you stifle a giggle at his extremely relaxed state.

“nothing, just got you a little wet, sorry.” you rub conditioner on each of your hands, probably a little more than you needed but you wanted it silky soft. for him, of course, and totally not for you to touch.

again, you hear him giggling. it subsides, though, as you work the conditioner in. he moans, youre now massaging his head a little rougher than before. his hand rubs your leg in appreciation. you figure he hasnt been taken care of in a long time, and you certainly dont mind being the one to love on him.

“feels good?” you giggle, with zero malice. you hear another groan of appreciation and giggle again. youre almost done, but honestly you dont want it to be over, working his hair a moment longer than needed before rinsing it out again.

you sigh “alright, im done. just gimme a second” as you reach for a towel. you squeeze the extra water out of his curls before drying your hands and wrapping a towel around his head.

“up” you order him, sweetly of course. hed do anything you told him, cracking his back as he stands up. he could do it himself, you both know, but still you dry out his hair for him, reaching just a little since hes so tall.

he shakes out his hair like a dog after and you squeal, holding your hands up to sheild the raining water.

the two of you go back to his room while it dries, he goes back to yapping about his campaign with the boys, and youre actually listening this time.

he talks so long it finally dries, you excitedly interrupt his incessant rambling to tell him, and you both run back to the bathroom.

he freezes when he sees himself, wide grin splitting his gorgeous face.

“I look fucking pretty!”

eddie doesnt let anyone touch his hair. ever.

it reminds him of his late mother, who had the same gorgeous untamed curls. She used to comb his hair when he was little, being ever so gentle and taking her time brushing out the knots.

his father made him feel less-than for just about everything about him, including his gorgeous mane. Called him awful names and always told him to ‘cut that fairy shit’ when it grew too long.

so, ever since she passed, and his father went to jail, hes been growing it.

unfortunately, she never taught him how to take care of it, she’d always just do it herself. So, he doesnt put product in it, he doesnt cut it, he doesnt even brush it. And, stubborn as his mama, he doesnt let anyone else touch it either.

then you come along, happy and sweet, always loving to everyone. he falls in love with you so fast he hardly even notices. you certainly dont either.

one hot summer day you’re both in his room, you on his bed, him pacing, frantically explaining some sort of nerdy campaign idea. you dont know, you havent been listening for a while, too distracted by the way he keeps wiping sweat from the back of his neck. you cut him off rudely, he doesnt mind

“hey eddie?”

“sweetheart?”

“whens the last time you got a haircut?”

he freezes, silent, which is very out of character, dude never shuts up.

“uhh. like a few years ago. why?”

its your turn to be quiet, suddenly all coy. he finds you absolutely adorable as you stare at his floor, trying to find a way to ask him without startling him. as if he were some wild animal, which, he basically is.

“just.. immm noticinggg its kinda matted in the back…”

you try to sound the least accusing as you can. he doesnt seem offended but you can tell hes thinking.

“well, yeah, i. i guess i just havent touched it since. well my mom used to do it for me”

you feel like an ass, touching on something you shouldnt have, making him all quiet and sad. you backtrack.

“jesus, eddie, im sorry i didnt mean to-“

“its okay angel, i know”

he sits next to you. you give him a nervous smile, still sweet, hesitantly reaching for his curls. you can tell he’s hesitant too, but he nods, granting you permission. you take a single strand between your fingers, twirling it.

“Its so pretty, eds. ..would you let me? take care of it, i mean?”

hes scared. but youre so sweet and youre asking so nicely. a part of him is scared if he lets you, he loses another part of his mom. but the other part is staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but genuine affection.

“i.. i guess you could.. try.”

his heart pounds in his chest. You absolutely beam, thanking him immediately and bouncing around the room, looking for a brush. he laughs, shaking his head. you watch as he rummages through his closet, before handing you a light pink brush. you think about teasing him for it but he already looks vulnerable. you smile sweetly instead, taking it from him.

“sit” you point with the brush. he does as you say, running his hands up and down his thighs in a self soothing motion.

“its okay eds, you dont have to be nervous.. ill be gentle i promise” he gives you an unconvincing smile. you return with a guilty one, downturned. you kneel in front of him, in between his knees, brushing his bangs with your fingers.

“we can stop whenever you want, okay?” his cheeks are bright red as he nods timidly

you move to sit behind him, and run your hands through his curls gently, admiring it. you take a part, hold it at the root, and brush gently.

“that feel okay? tell me if it hurts” ever so sweet.

“mm-hm” you can feel his nervousness. “you- you remind me of her, y’know”

youre pretty taken aback, but honoured nonetheless. you keep brushing through the mattes in his hair as you talk.

“Yeah? Wanna tell be about her?” youre not sure if its the right thing to say, but you figure he probably hasnt told anyone about her. you can practically feel his energy shift.

“she was sweet. loving and kind to everyone, like you.” you both smile. “and she was pretty. beautiful. i really miss her.” you stop, rub his back a little.

“i can only imagine.. im sorry eddie.” he turns to face you, smiling.

“s’alright sweetheart. thanks for letting me talk about her” he hugs you. you hug him back, tight.

“hows the ole hair going?” He asks when he pulls back, a joking tone to lighten the mood.

“good!!! ive gotten the mattes outta this chunk here, it looks good. your hair is really beautiful, eds” youre ecstatic and it travels to him.

“thank you. my mom had the same hair.” he smiles, turning back around to let you continue.

“i bet she was really gorgeous.” youre extra-extra gentle. He keeps talking and you keep working. He tells you about how she smelled, the softness of her voice, his favourite memories with her. he tells you about the last time he saw her. he tells you all the things hes been holding inside, everything he never got to tell anyone, never trusted anyone enough. and when hes done, his hair is untangled and soft.

you smile proudly, running your hands through his hair, marveling at your work.

“its done” he whips around, looking at you with wide excited eyes

“really??” you nod, smiling wide. he runs over to the bathroom to see for himself. You stand behind him, peeking over his shoulder in the mirror. Hes surprised, looks like he might even cry. you wrap your arms around him, leaning your head against his arm.

“do you like it? Its a little poofy, but you can wash it out and it’ll look be-“ he cuts you off by turning around and hugging you. he hugs you tight, lifting you up.

“thank you.” you can tell he really means it.

[princessbella004]

It’s funny how we hold onto things. I still have the first razor blade I ever cut myself with. Thin and flimsy. So dull it can hardly scratch me. I fiddle with it from time to time. Run it across my skin. Remember how it used to ease I to my skin and leave little droplets of crimson behind. I think sometimes I don’t deserve love. When the comfortability of each other begins and the novelty ends no one will love me the same. It’s all for show isn’t it? Lure me in and then make me remember people like me don’t get to be loved. That little shitty blade reminds of that. The sharp intake of breath as you feel the pain, remember Isabella this is what happens when no one loves you. No one can. No one will. Punish yourself. Hurt yourself. You deserve it. Stupid piece of shit. Maybe that sounds like an extremity. Maybe it is. But I notice it. Or maybe I become immune. I notice how people change as they know me. Maybe I’m too hard to be nice too. I notice the way they become less enthusiastic to be mine. I feel it. I’m not an idiot. Punish yourself Isabella it’s your fault. You don’t love them enough. Love them harder. Earn it. Earn it. Stop expecting it. Don’t get used to it. Every fucking compliment is earned, privilege. Don’t say thank you, dont get used to anything, be shocked every time, don’t get too secure, don’t be too calm. They’re going to fucking leave you. Cut. Cut. Cut. Do it. Cut yourself. She’s gonna leave if you don’t. Keep yourself in line. Stop being so fucking entitled. Love isn’t fun it’s not fucking calm it’s pain, let her hit you, choke you, beat you, that’s what you deserve. That’s the love you get. Stop smiling at your phone you fucking idiot. Is that how you always smiled? Smile more. Smile less. You’re a stupid piece of shit I hope you know that. As the blade slides across, etching itself gently into your capillaries, you feel the thoughts building. And then as the pain buzzes you feel then leave. The frozen veggies from the freezer cooling down the high intensity of the “high.” I don’t consider myself to be this horrible person. But when I start to fall in love I start to fear the moment I’m left. First it starts with analyzing them, then myself. What am I doing wrong? Then I think what’s wrong with them? I start to doubt my own heart, this person here, are they worth it. The more worth it they are the crazier I feel, the more doubt, the more I claw onto them. I think I keep that little shitty blade so I remember it’s not true. It’s all the absence of depression that wants to overtake me in some way. I am loveable.

[poppy-metal]

patrick absolutely loves being degraded in bed he likes to not be in control for a little while and he loves how cocky you start to get when you fuck him and tell him how horrible of a person he is

tell him how much you hate him and hes moaning, tell him you only can hardly stand him and he bites back you dont need to stand him to cream on his dick. he loves it, he loves the idea of you unable to keep yourself away from him, of saying bold faced lies like you've had better when its his cock you can't stop gagging on like you'd die without it imprinting the back of your throat.

the feel of your hot pussy suckin' on his dick after you just slapped him or mouthed off to him is like a high. "you hate me, huh? say that shit again - c'mon." while he has your knees pushed to your chest, your ankles bouncing around his ears. eyes rolled back, words evading you, cant even get out a full word, to tell him to fuck off or to shut up. "fu -" "hm?" "f - hhhhh -"

"you hate me so bad you're gonna cum on my dick s'that it? yeah, i feel it. do it, baby, cream up my cock"

you are. you can feel your pussy clenching down around him off and on again like its own heartbeat, just a wet pulsing mess between your legs, a mess of sensation you can't get anywhere else no matter how much you try to find nicer men, better men, that want to marry you but cant make you cum so hard from your pussy you leave orbit. and if you were a better person, it wouldn't matter as much, to throw away dignity and pride just to get dicked down wouldn't be worth it. but its a high you cant let go of. patricks made an addict out of you, and the longer your spend away from him the harder the itch stings your skin. only soothed by the slide of his fat cock pushing inside your wet cunt.

pretending you hate him is the only sense of power you have, the only crumb of pride that you carry. being able to rake your nails down his strong back and spit and bite and hiss and tell him how he'll never amount to anything is all you have, even though you know well enough you need patrick so much you'd burn it all to the ground, your life, your pride, if he cut himself off from you.

but patrick loves the game as much as you do. loves being able to fuck you so stupid all your venom bleeds out into senseless moans and pleas.

"god i fucking love you."

you love him too, your answer is a loud cry against his grinning mouth as you clamp down around his cock and cum, shaking apart in his arms.

[whitetickle-sl]

Right let's talk because I've been having second thoughts about this.

Sigh. What..what do I even say. I've tried to reimagine ow to even discuss anything for this acount and i always feel like I have to rethink my words everytime cause the message could always fall flat or come out wrong. Imagination is key when it come to getting your head around an idea that feels like it's out of left field. You know I have other acounts,tickled related and so on. Not everything about me focuses on things like race. And even still this is more so about getting people to think more so than it's about a fetish. To be honest most of my tickle related ideas I LIKE TO challenge norms and reach for the stars. Whenever I see an idea I can't give my full time towards I start to either lose focus on it or become demoralized if i HAVE A realy good idea that no one is interested in. So imagine it's an idea I put aot of thought in, then I hit a writers block but people LIKE IT! except the people I find like it have apercentage majority of the lees but other target demograpgic is...small. Which wouldn't be a problem if the topic wasn't so... well I mean take a good look. POC ler's on white lees. I'll be honest with you, perhap even if I was getting more blacks than whites it would probabaly still look bad either way. I mean I guess being lee is pretty popular but Thanks for making me feel like a JackAss, I knew I was stepping into quicksand and when I felt ground beneath my feet I honestly thought hey, maybe I'm on to somethingt and this could work... but then my wirter's block hits. my enxiaty kicks in and then I look at the numbers. and then when ever I get a POC coming in, I get my hopes up. Why even bother?

No I'm not throwing in the towl though. however, I think I'm gonna stop even asking. I'll let the insporation come to me whenever it does. though I admit I do hate to let others down. However If you dont' have imagination for this sort of thing, or if this just ain't for you, then why did you come? You know what I'd..rather just be friends, be on friedly terms. But I don't realy ... expect you to emerse yourself into something this complex or challenging. because I get it, it's a challenge. I find it abit challenging my self. I HAVE an easier time imaging a world where humans are underdogs to non humanoid ticklers than I do to something like this! Infact that idea came first, and this was more of an atympt to stage something more set in reality and in maturee topics. I don't know I figured people would atleast want to explore and try to figure out the lore that could back such a scenario as this but I guess I put to much faith in the idea of people having imagination or the ability to think outside a box or break any opinion they believe in. I don't know why when I struggle with my own at timese. I guess I fuigured since I was able to see how it could work, others would to. You know...it's frustrating. you put any amout of work into something and the progress is so slow that it it ends up stagnent. You put your work into something ambitious but the moment you began to question the point of why your even doing this, you sort of just feel like you waisted all that time. Sure you saw the potnential and you should never just give up due to nay sayers or critics. But not those guys causei hardly evene hear from them. No it's the idea that in the end , will people even get why I even did this at all? Or will it al fly over their head?

I guess what I should say right now is...I'm emotionaly confused right now. I'm torn between an ambitous vission, my other visions, what my target demographic for this even is and what I got instead.

My after thoughts is this. This is a topic worth tackling and most certainly potential for world building and kinky fun. However it's ambitous and if your hoping your gonna have an RP with someone on this sort of gimmick...I'm sorry.But no one has that kind of imagination for it. I mean people got imagination for tickling, tickle torture, sadism, masichims from what I've seen. But let's get real. No Black, asian or other wise is interested in this. ok maybe that's not fair I've met some sure... but the reality is people are either to buisy , or don't RP, or CAN'T EVEN FIND YOU. I waited paciantly, hoping people might be interested... I got some and tried some things out. I got to be a lee. I think I found myself getting more well told stories out though being the ler for white lees! I'm basicly carrying the story. Oh sure I'm used to narrating in other tickle rp types too but I still found many others where I and the other person can contribte alot to the RP and it feels like a story is unfolding. I came close thinking I finaly found someone who could help me do that with the Giggle Milkee idea. Who ws I kidding. Not only was the sotry more set up by me but they wound up not even apreciating it. they straight up jump scared me with a sudden mood swing! realy?! A mood swing?! Listen.. if your Black or Asian or any other Grabber cannidate, I'm not discouraging you from trying. I mean there are plenty white lees out there. You can try all you like, but as for me..I DON'T EVEN know. Send me a message if your even interested...however my reception might be differant for now on than what it would have been in the past. For now on. if you don't got imagination, I won't waist any time with you. Same goes for the Gigmigs, though they've been more interested I still find some that either gone missing or are lacking. Maybe I'm just sore right now...like I SAID. i'M EMOTIONAly condused. more like distraught,aggervated, not wanting to give up, not wanting to keep going. I'm torn is what I'm saying. and I needed to vent. I'm not sure about where I'm gonna go with this in the future. But If I see another Grabber...I'm not getting my hopes up... I just won't. I'll be happy...but chances are.....well you figure it out cause my throat is sore.

[adhesivedildos]

I got invited over by a friend I've been wanting to get closer to for a few beers. And while I miss them, i asked myself if I'd still go if we were sober and realized tonight's meant for other, restful things.

There's been so much shifting and stuff happening the last weeks i've hardly had time to write anything down. Its all felt like the longest sleep of my life, and congruently the fastest. But i'm alone tonight for the first time in a while and i got two new notebooks Im hellbent on writing in. One, without concern for trying to be cool or neat or any bullshit, and a pocket book for documenting lil places I like to explore, nooks i fancy if u will.

Yesterday I was taken to a mental health center by some friends, ( im learning the terminologies, guidance/behavioral health place?), There weren't any appointments open yet but I was assessed and referred to an emergency behavioral health hospital (picture relevant). So my friends and I fucked a burger pretty so good, went to the tea shop, and I regretfully worked a shift I was so dissociated and unstable during, I cant recall working it. But even then, I remember sitting with myself, defusing some intense anxieties i had, and made a healthy decision for myself even though it hurt. I'm proud of myself. Sometimes these little moments are etched markers of progress in my 7 lane intersection hellscape of a brain.

After that I was driven to the emergency center, phasing in and out of my walled off state. I'd started to cry whenever, in the back of that car, i was forced to face that for some reason, my friends taking me loved me. And were adamant in giving up their night to see me get help.

it was fucking wimdy. mana was a little too excited like "omg this is your indie movie moment its gonna storm" like ok girlie im suffering but ily. The front desk motherfucker treated me like a cross between a child, and a dmv clerk. I could not help laughing through most of the questions, "why are you here, uh what do you want, oh hm, you tried k wording yourself, huh, its ok buddy" then he picked up the phone and shouted "OH YEAH HEY, WE GOTT A TALL CAUCASION MALE DOWN HERE, SAYS HE FEELS NUMB. I SAID HE FEELS NUMB, hey do you have any thoughts of hurting others"

It was so fucking funny but i was also shutting down hard. I wasnt getting impatient so i just got plopped in a bright waiting room forced to fill out 22 pages of stupid bureaucratic paperwork while my head was buzzing so hard i could barely read. It was kind of nice. You're finally just there, everyone knows why youre there and theres no mask. Dont have to convince anyone youre fine cause youre not, youre crazy. It feels disrespectful to say but i kinda wish i could do inpatient right now. I know it sucks. But huge Girl Interrupted vibes. I want to be around a bunch of other people who also feel crazy and not have to pretend i don't. not have to worry about anything for a while.

But i'm set up for outpatient style treatment now. And i'm excited. I felt like death for so fucking long that i really accepted it. but now i want to be better, not without any mania driven high. just to finally exist at my own pace for once ever, to remember the little things i like to do, and not overthink doing them so hard that im paralyzed with guilt. im just gonna live, and take meds, and go to treatment, cook food, make my art and be alive whether i feel like it or not.

and not resubmit myself to a hellish "im faking it" guilt spiral as soon as i feel an ounce of being ok.

[becca-e-barnes]

"You want another baby, sweetheart? That's fine. Fucking take it from me. Work yourself on my dick until I give it to you. Wanna feel that pretty pussy beg me for another baby."

BECCA PLSSSSS!!! HISTORY WAS MADE! 🛐🛐

DONT EVEN HYPE ME UP ANYMORE, I WAS SO PROUD OF THAT ONE. LITERALLY CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT

And then he gets desperate when he gets close? You’ve been so intent on making him cum, he’s had to hold himself back and now he just can’t anymore, no matter how he wants this to last just a little longer.

He’s panting, his head fallen to the crook of your neck as you bounce yourself on him and the man is now a total wreck, groaning “take it. Oh fuck take it. Don’t fucking stop. God, you’re gonna stuff yourself full. You’ll do a-anything for my cum. Anything for another baby.”

He can hardly even breathe, it’s all so intense. His hands are shaking, his balls are so full they feel ready to burst and within a few seconds, he’s biting down on your shoulder, sobbing his release against your skin.

“Shhhh, I know baby, it’s good. But don’t wake the kids now honey. I don’t think I can stop.” You whisper, rubbing your clit as your husband stuffs you full, ready to surrender to your own release as soon as he’s finished