#so it sucks if i get one and don't use it enough

[vaginalvr]

Okay okay so that vocal!reader request but one day reader decides to be a brat and just keeps quiet just to mess with him and Spencer narrows his eyes like "don't hide those noises from me" and reader is just clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no like >:) nuh-uh >:) so Spencer's like "alright" and just does everything he can to get you to stop with the silent treatment - he eats you out with more intensity, he fingers you with more precision, he fucks you harder etc.

You can't tell me that the scientist in him loves the whole experimentation of sex - the whole cause and effect of it. Like your sounds alone can get him off, they're the empirical evidence of the effect (your pleasure) he causes.

a/n oh well good morning to you too. Enjoy!!

REQUESTS OPEN!

cw: Dom!Spencer, orgasm control, edging, restraint, overstimulation, smut-heavy, light bondage, bet, teasing, dirty talk, loss of control, smug Spencer.

It started with a stupid bet.

The kind that bloomed from too much comfort, too much time together, and the subtle kind of competition that always simmered beneath your banter with Spencer. It was playful—until it wasn’t.

You were curled up together on his couch, legs tangled, fingers idly brushing through his curls as he monologued about some new psychology journal. His words blurred, your attention more focused on the smirk he got whenever he thought he knew something you didn’t.

“…and most people make involuntary vocalizations during sex. Even trained meditators—”

“Spencer,” you interrupted with a small smirk, “you’re saying it’s impossible to stay silent during an orgasm?”

“Physiologically unlikely,” he corrected, smug.

You tilted your head. “So if I did, you’d be… impressed?”

He leaned in, eyes glinting. “I’d be shocked. Intrigued. And a little… challenged.”

You grinned, biting your lower lip. “Let’s make it interesting.”

His eyebrows rose.

“I bet I can stay completely silent—no moaning, no sounds, no words—while you try to make me come.”

He blinked once. “And what do I get when you fail?”

You grinned wider. “Whatever you want.”

His eyes darkened. “And when you lose, you’ll beg.”

You didn’t flinch. “Deal.”

You regretted it the moment he tied your wrists.

The soft silk of his tie wrapped snug around your wrists, tethered to the headboard. Not tight, but firm enough to send a jolt of submission through you. Spencer hadn’t stopped smiling since you issued the challenge.

“You know,” he said as he trailed his fingertips down your bare thighs, “I read somewhere that deprivation enhances arousal. Silence, restraints, denial—heightens the sensory experience.”

You arched a brow. “Quoting studies isn’t going to make me moan.”

“I’m just warming up.” He slid his hands up, thumbs grazing the crease where your thighs met your hips. “We’ll see how quiet you are when you’re begging me to let you come.”

You met his gaze head-on, eyes daring. Bring it.

He started with his mouth.

Not touching you where you wanted—God, never there. Just feather-light kisses along your ribcage, your hipbones, the inside of your thighs. You squirmed, frustrated, but stayed silent. Not even a sigh.

His smirk only grew.

“You’re holding out. Cute.” His breath brushed your inner thigh. “But I haven’t even started yet.”

And then his tongue met your clit.

You bit your lip hard, eyes fluttering. Spencer was slow. Purposeful. He alternated between flicking his tongue and sucking gently, using his fingers to spread you open. Every movement was measured, calculated.

You didn’t make a sound.

He looked up, lips glistening. “Still nothing? I’ll admit—I’m impressed.”

But he didn’t stop.

He edged you twice with just his mouth. Every time you got close, every time your hips twitched and your body tensed, he pulled back with maddening precision.

By the time he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, you were panting. Silently, but visibly shaking with need.

“You’re wet enough to soak the sheets,” he murmured, trailing a finger through your slick folds. “But still quiet. Hm.”

His cock strained against his pants.

You lifted your chin defiantly.

He brought out the vibrator next.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t rely on just himself. Spencer never walked into anything without research. You were surprised he hadn’t drawn up a goddamn chart.

The toy was small and pink—deceptively innocent.

“Let’s try this,” he murmured, clicking it on.

When it touched your clit, you twitched.

He kept the setting low at first, watching your face, eyes devouring every twitch and tremble.

“Still not enough, huh?” he murmured, turning the intensity up one notch.

Then another.

Your thighs shook. You pulled at the restraints.

Still silent.

Spencer’s jaw clenched. “You are so fucking stubborn.”

He pressed the toy harder, leaned down, and slid two fingers inside you, curling them just so—

You arched. Your lips parted—

But no sound.

He growled, low and possessive, leaning down to kiss you. “I want to wreck you. You know that, right?”

You blinked at him innocently.

He finally undressed, letting you watch as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the lean, toned body you loved so much. His cock was flushed, thick, already leaking.

He crawled over you, eyes wild now.

“No more toys. No more teasing,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stay silent.”

He slid in with one deep, slow thrust.

Your breath caught. Your nails dug into the sheets. But still—no sound.

Spencer braced one hand beside your head, the other gripping your thigh as he began to thrust, slow at first, then harder. Deeper.

He cursed under his breath. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You clenched around him in response.

He leaned down, mouth at your ear. “I know you want to scream. I can feel it.”

You shook your head, smirking.

Challenge accepted.

He fucked you hard. Every thrust dragged a sharp gasp from your lungs that you barely managed to stifle. His hips slapped against yours, cock hitting deep, angles that had your legs trembling.

Still no moan.

He flipped you over.

“On your knees. Now.”

With your wrists still tied, you were at his mercy. He pulled your hips up and slammed back inside, one hand gripping your hair, the other pressing between your shoulders.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

“Fucking moan for me.”

You stayed quiet.

“You’re soaked. You’re dripping down my thighs, and you’re going to pretend you’re not losing your mind?”

Still nothing.

He reached around and rubbed your clit, fast, ruthless.

You bucked against him, mouth open in a silent scream, your body spasming.

Still.

Silent.

He froze. “You just came.”

You nodded smugly.

He groaned, collapsing over you for a moment. “Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.”

He pulled out suddenly.

Before you could process it, he flipped you again, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“I want to see your face when you break.”

You met his gaze. Sweat clung to his chest. His pupils were blown wide.

He lined up again. “One more orgasm. You moan—I win.”

You lifted your chin. “Do your worst.”

That was a mistake.

He pushed in deep and stayed there, grinding against your g-spot.

He fucked you with furious intent, no rhythm, no restraint. His hands were everywhere—your breasts, your throat, your hips—guiding you, controlling you. The silk tie bit into your wrists.

He leaned close. “Come on, baby. Let me hear you.”

You whimpered—silently.

He growled.

Then he grabbed the vibrator again.

“Let’s really see how long you last.”

You were already sensitive. But with the toy on your clit and Spencer pounding into you mercilessly, your resolve cracked.

The orgasm hit you like lightning. Your body snapped taut.

A cry almost escaped.

You clenched your teeth.

Then—Spencer leaned down, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re mine, and you’re going to fucking scream my name.”

And that was it.

You screamed.

“Spencer!”

The moment you did, he pulled you down onto his cock, burying himself deep, and spilled inside you with a loud, guttural moan.

You trembled, shattered.

Your body collapsed into the sheets, boneless, your voice hoarse.

He untied your wrists slowly, kissing the red marks, brushing your sweaty hair from your face.

“You lost,” he whispered, triumphant.

You smiled weakly. “Was it… obvious?”

He chuckled, cupping your face. “You screamed like I murdered you.”

You both burst into laughter.

He brought you water. Cleaned you up with a warm cloth. Kissed every part of you like an apology.

As he settled beside you, pulling you into his arms, you rested your head on his chest.

“So,” you murmured, “what do you want now that you won?”

He kissed your temple. “Another round.”

You groaned.

“Starting now.”

[gauntletspirit]

Oh man..... OK, 3 wins automatically because picking anything else is just STUPID. With a little patience I can use that to travel, I can get language lessons, I can buy plastic surgery (I won't: I have had ENOUGH surgery), etc. I'm already married, and very happy, so no need to go with that one. HATE social media, don't give a shit about a big following, so not that one.... Becoming any age permanently is TEMPTING but like... I really want menopause to come and go so I can get over the BULLSHIT of monthly shark week. Going back to the age before it hit is a NO because being a kid fucking SUCKS. But my body is already suffering from joint pain etc and I'm not even within ten years of menopause so I dread to think how miserable I will be then. IF THAT WISH WORKS SO THAT IT FREEZES YOU AT AN EXACT MOMENT IN TIME I would do it. 100% Freeze me between monthly menstruation permanently at the age where I didn't have aches and pains? Yes. Sure. I wanna see what I look like when I'm old but not THAT much. If it doesn't work that way, I'd pick understand any written language. Archaeologists will love me, coders will hate me, spy agencies in all governments will either try to recruit me as a code breaker or put out a hit on m— Oh. Uh.... Hm. skip that one. A million bucks and any spoken language. Boom. Done.

Honestly, though, just the million bucks yearly is fine.

Humour me?

[thrasherella]

Clueless!Gojo who at first doesn't reciprocate after you get him off; sure, it was fine at the beginning, a hand job here, a blow job there, and the most you'd get in return was a flash of that admittedly heavenly smile and the reaffirmation that you're "such a good girl", which did nothing to stem the flood between your legs, dripping down your thighs as your cunt throbbed desperately for something that wasn't there.

The more you fooled around, however, the more you began to realize that he was not going to be returning the favor anytime you went down on him, and it was becoming increasingly frustrating.

Well then, fine; you're just going to have to show him what he's missing out on...

You were in your darkened room, breathless, on your knees at the edge of the bed between Gojo's long legs, the record that had been playing finishing the current side as the last song faded out, amplifying your soft panting breaths and his satisfied, humming moans.

Not to brag but you'd just given him probably one of the best blowjobs you'd ever given, and even though he'd just been babbling about how you were the best girl and he was going to make you feel soooo good, there was no indication that this time was going to be different from any of the others thus far, as he made no advances, instead trying to pull you closer into the usual post-coital cuddles.

No, no, nuh-uh; your cunt was on fire, soaking your panties, begging to be filled by Gojo's thick length, and you weren't going to blue-ball (blue-bean? whatever the female equivalent is) yourself this time.

It's showtime.

"Do you not like me, 'Toru?" you whine, a little fake pout pulling at your plush bottom lip, doing your best to make your expression softened and sad as you look up at him, purposely pushing your breasts closer together to make your cleavage that much more distracting.

"Excuse me? I think you just sucked my soul outta my dick, and now you're saying I don't like you?!"

"Look how wet you make me 'Toru," your voice is a soft sigh, getting up onto the bed and straddling his waist, kneeling over him, making sure you're spread wide enough for him to see your arousal literally dripping down onto him, decorating his lower abdomen in glistening little dots.

"Fuck baby..." his little groan sent you over the edge, shattering any semblance of control.

"I'm always a mess after giving you blowjobs or handies...and you never finger me or eat me out." you could feel your face becoming almost uncomfortably hot, sure the blush was extending all the way to your ears it felt so intense. "Do you not like me enough to return the favor or--"

You're cut off mid-sentence as his hand moves impossibly fast to your pussy, one long finger impatiently pushing itself into your slick, tight walls, making you cry out as your head falls back. He adds another finger before you can even get used to the first, making you squirm above him, your velvety walls practically sucking him in as you grip his digits.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." he whispers, his voice a gentle juxtaposition to the absolute pounding his hand was now giving you. Your lips were parted in a silent scream, unable to make any sound as your breath seemed caught in your throat; his skilled fingers worked absolute magic as he curled and stroked them inside you, thrusting deeply into your begging folds, turning your mind into fuzzy static.

"Breathe, baby girl..." he gently reminds you and you gasp, hips rolling and bucking against him as he hits just the right spot over and over, your thighs starting to tremble as you feel that scorching knot within your core beginning to tighten as he pushes you to the edge. "I didn't know, I didn't know..."

"How could you not know 'Toru?" you feel the whine leave your lips before you quite have your head around the words; seems like even your subconscious has been upset by Gojo's cluelessness. "I'm crazy for you, plus I've seen you staring, there's no way you haven't seen how wet my panties get, y-you d-dummy!" your voice unexpectedly stutters as he curls against that spot again and you come undone, whimpering and moaning loudly as you gush and squirt all over his hand, clenching around his fingers, hips twitching wildly.

His face was stained a bright crimson as he slowly pulled his fingers from your cunt, lifting them to his lips and tasting the sweet essence you left clinging to him.

"Let me show you just how much I like you baby..."

[star-suh]

The Protector.

Lee Hoseok x Male Reader.

cw: bodyguard top wonho, bottom rich reader.

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yn is the son of an important businesswoman of the city, at 22 yn got uses to get what he wanted –the new luxury item on the market, a designer piece of clothes or even someone’s attention– but sometimes being in the eye of the public and with such a quantity of money behind someone’s back could put a target – a red dot– on someone’s forehead and that’s what happened to yn. lately he has been receiving a lot of anonymous calls, death threats and the feeling of someone always watching him –ready to jump on him and do what those threats say, seeing how he was in danger, his mother had to take action, she hired a bodyguard that would be protecting his son 24/7.

“here’s your new bodyguard son” his mother says, taking a step to the side so he can enter the lobby, here he is –tall, muscular, his arms and broad back straining against the black suit– he exuded such a strong aura and was very professional, something that trapped yn, like a moth to a flame. so naturally the flirting came, yn always made sentences emphasizing how the suits hugged his body so tightly, how he’s so muscular, so big, “i won’t mind being pinned down by you. you know, for safety reasons”, the joke falling flat to wonho’s ears, “focus yn,i’m here just to keep you safe”, his responses were always short, just a few words that were enough to shut y up for a moment. but this didn’t stopped yn to keep going, because he can see something flickering on his eyes, a little bit of heat igniting behind his eyes that held some intensity to it.

then that fateful night happened, there was a family meeting and yn was there, bored of the adults talking nonsenses that he didn’t understand –he was just there accompanying his mom with his bodyguard to his side as always, the smell of his cologne feeling like a drug for yn. then one of the other bodyguards received an enveloped, yn’s name on it scribbled in what it looks like it’s blood, he opened the letter and it says ‘tick tock, at eleven o’clock the basement would be gone’ chaos erupted in the room, everyone leaving as soon as they can –there were only minutes left for 11:00 pm to come– everyone fled to find a safe spot outside the building, “take my son far away from here”, ms. ln told wonho and he obeyed, grabbing yn and running towards the black SUV. in the road outside the city, wonho spotted a motel where they can lay low for a couple of days, parking the SUV there while asking for separate rooms, unfortunately there was only one room left, so he took it saying he could sleep on the couch while yn does it on the bed.

yn lay on the bed, taking off his jacket, staying with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, all while wonho peeked through the curtains, seeing if there’s something suspicious happening outside, his posture is rigid, his gun ready to fire.

“this is boring, the tv only has like two channels and the wi-fi signal is bad” he tossed the phone to one side of the mattress. “you’re safe and that’s what matters”, wonho said. “why don't you drop the professionalism for once. come on we’re alone wonho, that bodyguard act makes you ten times hotter but just drop it for five minutes at least”. his eyes locked onto yn’s, “i was hired to protect you, not entertain you” he voiced, putting his gun on the nightstand and sitting on the couch. “protect me i see…” yn trailed and then chuckled, “why don’t you protect me from this cold night then. come over here” he pats the side of the bed.

wonho felt heat creeping up his neck, becoming flushed, “would you ever watch your mouth?” he fixed his posture, “i know you like this so why would i stop?”, he sits on the bed, “i know the way you watch me, you think i’m not paying attention but i do” a grin appearing on yn’s face –you might be good at your job but you suck at hiding things” he added, “i’ll keep pushing until you break, until you give in and give me what i want” he muttered lowly with a sexy tone, crawling in the bed that was right i front of the couch where wonho was sitting.

“i don’t mix my work with personal matters. as i said i’m supposed to protect you not fuck you” wonho loosened up his tie, it felt like it was choking him, “there’s always a first time for everything” yn smirked at wonho, his chin resting over his hands that were placed on the edge of the bed. wonho stood up and walked towards yn, he stopped right in front of him –his crotch inches apart of yn’s face, he was there looking down at yn with those hunter dark eyes. he grabs his face, both hands placed on his cheeks –pulling his face up to make eye contact– “you don’t have any idea of what you’re asking for, boy” his low voice making yn’s body shiver. “then why don’t you show me?” submissiveness laced on yn’s voice.

yn’s face was pressed against wonho’s crotch, sniffing into his manly scent, feeling the bulge growing inside those clothes. he is then pulled up by wonho and then is thrown to the center of the bed –wonho crawled quickly over yn, lips latched on the other’s. his hands pinning yn’s hips in place. yn gasped, feeling breathless by wonho’s rough kisses, he melted on the kiss while his hands took off the other’s jacket and shirt –the tie still around his neck, hanging loosely. yn’s fingers quickly found wonho’s massive chest, squeezing and kneading the skin there and also playing with his nipples –swallowing his moans in the act.

yn kept tugging at his tie to deepen the kiss while wonho’s hips moved on their own, frotting his bulge on yn’s ass, the legs of the latter locked on the other’s hips. “just because i did what you wanted doesn’t mean i’m not in charge” wonho spoke in between pants and wet sloppy kisses to which yn responded with “i didn’t pretend to be in charge anyway”.

wonho as the strong man he is ripped yn’s shirt and in a swift motion pulled down both his pants and underwear leaving him completely naked under him, then his mouth latched on yn’s throat –nipping at the skin there while his hands unbuckled his belt to take off his the remaining pieces of clothes on his body. “you’re so fucking hot” yn whimpered, “you have no idea how much i wanted this”. one of wonho’s hands wrapped around yn’s dick while the other worked on his hole, coating it in saliva and stretching him open with scissoring motions. then he finally pushes himself into yn, the stretch making yn moan louder. the room quickly got filled with those arousing wet sounds accompanied by filthy words that wonho whispered on the bottom’s ear –each word making him more and more horny. the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall and the bed creaking as equally as wonho’s rough thrust were, the pace perfect to fuck some attitude out of yn, to make him realize who’s the one in charge in this work relationship.

yn’s hands clawed at wonho’s broad, muscular back, his nails leaving traces –marks of how good he was feeling thanks to him. the stinging pain didn’t matter, it’s being drowned by the delicious sensation down there, it’s like heaven. “wonho” yn slurred, hugging wonho tightly –he doesn’t want this night to end– this flipped a switch inside the bodyguard, “say my name again” purposefully slowing down his thrusts to make the other whimpers, the painfully slow drags of his cock inside his ass making him squirm, he wanted more, he needs more.

“please wonho, harder… fill me up” tears pooling on his hooded eyes, if there was an ounce of self-restraint left in wonho is completely gone now, he thrusted as fast as any human could do, yn’s words coming out shaky, gritting his teeth when he felt the climax coming –coming like a tidal wave– he came on his stomach, some of it sticking to the other’s perfectly toned abs. he is followed then by wonho who pulls out to stroke his cock, aiming the tip directly towards the bottom’s gape hole to shoot his load inside him. when he’s done he puts it back again to thrust a few times more. the bed is drenched in sweat and fluids, wonho didn’t pulled out, he stayed there buried, “i’ll tell my mom to give you a rise if you keep doing this to me” yn jokes, “shut up” wonho grinned, “i would’ve let you cockwarm me but i still have a job to do” wonho stood up and went towards the bathroom to clean himself. yn remained on the bed, his chest heaving. oh these next months are going to be very fun.

[zafirreja111]

So, I've been trying to give this random Sans a meaningful backstory and personality for days, but my brain just wouldn't work and I couldn't think of anything interesting. Luckily, today I somehow had enough imagination to use this as an idea, and this rudimentary concept was born:

[!This information may change later!]

About The Random Sans:

Sans' personality is split into two parts for some reason. His silly self and his serious self. While his silly self is the one who usually controls his body (because it costs him less energy), his serious self can only come out when he uses his main magic. (When his eyes flash yellow and blue.) The necklace he wears around his neck blocks the half of himself that is not in control. If the necklace is not specifically near him, he cannot use his power and cannot switch with his other self. 

Origin: 

Sans has no Au or backstory, he just appeared in a forest. However, his confused state leads him to believe he has amnesia and no memory of his past, which is why he wanders through AUs hoping to find some clue to his non-existent past. 

About his two sides:

His silly side is the one that mainly controls the body. At that time, his necklace is blue and yellow, and his eyes are two white stars. He is clumsy and tells a lot of jokes, often getting himself into trouble for stupid decisions. 

He can only switch to his serious side when he uses his main magic. His necklace is black at that time, and his left eye flashes blue and yellow. He is quite, tries to get the best out of a situation, and sometimes overthinks things.

Rarely, but in certain cases, the two halves can merge.

Small information(?):

- He'll eat any stupid plant he finds delicious. Even the ones that are poisonous and he'll regret eating them later. He'll do it again.

- His orientation skills are sucks.

- His two halves can communicate with each other, but he doesn't do it much because he finds it weird. 

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That's all for now. I don't know how to write a character description, sorry. I know it might seem like a lazy idea and maybe more could have been done with this great character design, but my brain is still foggy right now and I like this idea so I thought I'd share it with this drawing. :>

Thank you so much everyone for all the feedback! ❤️ I'm happy so many people liked my Sans design fot my latest drawing. I honestly didn't expect everyone to like it so much, especially since there wasn't even a description at the time, but it was a pleasant surprise for me. 💕

Sorry if the English is sloppy. Unfortunately, Google Translate and my questionable English skills can only do so much at a time, but I hope it's still fairly clear and understandable, even if it's not perfect. 

(Also, check out my last reblog if you want, there's another story idea there that I didn't come up with but I really love. ;] )

[kimberlychapman]

In the UK, because I'm diabetic all of my medicine is free. ALL of it. Whether it's diabetic-related or not. That is, it's free to me. The NHS covers the cost. That's what universal health care is for, and it's cost-effective for NHS to ensure diabetics get all of their meds regularly and on time so that their diabetes and other complications don't get worse faster and make them more expensive to treat.

Medicine is also free for kids under 16 and for 16 to 18 year olds who are in education full-time. Also free for everyone over 60. That's all medicine for those ages. The first time one of my kids was sick enough to need a prescription and I went to the pharmacy to have it filled, the cashier was confused when I asked about the cost. I told her I'd just moved in from the US. She gave me a pitying smile and nod and explained that the NHS doesn't charge children for medication.

The full list of who gets free meds on NHS is here. Note that if you're seeking the pay exemption due to pregnancy you have to register for that and I've heard you should do that asap to maximise it.

For folks who don't qualify for an exemption due to age or anything else on that list, prescriptions are £9.90 each. That's about US$13.15. I think there are programmes you can join if you have a lot of meds that cap a yearly total, but often if you have a lot of meds one of your conditions will qualify you for the medical exemption like I have for diabetes. And hypothyroidism, actually, but you only sign up for one condition and that's good enough.

Also some entire classes of medication are free for everyone, like birth control. Because again, it's cheaper for a universal health care system to provide birth control than deal with unwanted pregnancies.

I grew up in Canada and IIRC meds were capped there too, but I don't know if that's changed. I know it was a big sticker shock when I moved to the US in my 20s. Also, back then Americans used to try to get prescriptions filled in Canada to save money. I don't know if that's still true though.

In both Canada in my youth and the UK now, we don't pay anything to see the doctor. We have spent tens of thousands of dollars on US health care when we lived in the US, and that was with top-tier insurance, which we also paid partially towards through employment deductions. Oh, and we waited in queues for it too. In the US, we paid to wait. NHS wait times suck but at least they're free. For now.

Universal, single-payer health care systems use tax money to pay for healthcare services for all. Such systems can be horribly mismanaged...see: NHS degradation via over a decade of Tory mismanagement. Or they can be run really well, when governments aren't corrupt and trying to break the system up to sell off to for-profit companies.

It's not about slavery any more than any other free-at-the-point-of-use government service. Do you have to put money in a meter to turn the streetlights on? There is no slave that goes around lighting them. Sure, some roads are increasingly charging tolls, but many roads are free to use and aren't maintained by slaves. Well sorta...I concede that the US government for some time has used prison labour as near-to-slave labour for some road maintenance, and I concede further that the Trump regime will probably seek to increase the ranks of prison labour soon.

But generally speaking, outside of evil governments and outright corruption, there are lots of services that can be provided based on taxpayer funding so individuals don't have to pay, meaning the potential for equitable access is increased for everyone.

There's a word for that, and it's not slavery...it's community.

"If tampons should be free, then so should my diabetes meds."

Yes? Yes they should be? Your life-saving medication that you need in order to live for a condition you were born with should be given to you at no cost?

[msbyslilbimbo]

something about going to a sleazy club on campus with your pining best friend!chigiri and getting a little tispy or a little high, just enough where you're dancing with a small group and there's little wolf whistles and cheers being tossed towards your way for yourself and your newly made friends.

and chigiri watches as he leans against one of the walls, as he always does, with a kind smile and possessive eyes as your hips sway, skirt swishing against your pretty thighs and head tossing back in enjoyment, blinding smile splayed on your face as you dance freely, not a care in the world.

chigiri could watch you forever, with the same hearts in his eyes while you live blissfully unaware of the rest of the world around you and only focusing on yourself; you're too good for this world, too good for the hungry eyes and juvenile smirks people send you when you're not looking. they don't know you like chigiri does, how good he could make you feel if you gave him the chance.

and yet-

"feel like i always see you two together."

a heavy arm tosses around chigiri's shoulder, making him snarl softly, interrupting his sentimental thoughts. when he looks over his shoulder to see who it is, he rolls his eyes. it's only karasu, an... acquaintance from the soccer team, and while chigiri can find it in himself to have some patience for the one they call "the assassin"-

"no shit. you two fuckin' or something?"

it's the other half of the duo who makes his skin crawl: otoya eita.

as always, karasu and otoya are at this party together, wearing expensive cologne and cheesy outfits chigiri is almost positive their moms bought them, karasu rocking a sleazy smirk and otoya, an eye glint of mischief that is disguised as adoration.

them together are terrible news.

chigiri shrugs his shoulder to try and jostle karasu off, to no avail, "can't you two mind your business? fucking creeps."

karasu juts out his lower lip, "c'mon, princess, its just us! you can tell us anything."

"yeah," otoya hums, "especially about her. we can start with cup size."

"enough," chigiri hisses. "that's a lady you're talking about."

"simp," otoya snickers. "what, she your first kiss or something?"

chigiri feels his cheeks flare in both, embarrassment and fury. how dare they talk about you like this, with no respect for your soul? don't they know how you deserve the world, let alone the utmost respect?

karasu chuckles softly, "least he's gettin' action, what's your excuse, eita?"

"my wingman sucks shitty asshole.”

chigiri feels his anger grow, his patience growing thinner and thinner with each passing remark, and his brows are furrowed and his cheeks are hot and god, there’s nothing he wouldn’t give to whisk you up and out of here, take you somewhere nice, where you deserve to go.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you suddenly appear in his view, softening his eyes and making his spiked heart rate relax.

"hyomaaaaa!" you squeal as you practically launch into his arms, trusting him to catch you as he does so often. your body is warm from dancing and he smells a breath mint in your to hide whatever method of intoxication you picked on your breath. "are you having fun?" you sing, and your eyes immediately shoot to the pair sandwiching your best friend, "you made friends?" you ask, smiling eagerly.

chigiri can feel the air shifting from playful to lustful. he swallows thickly, seeing the way karasu's eyes darken and otoya bites his lip. "they're on the soccer team," chigiri says flatly, arm wrapping lowly around your waist. "and that's all."

karasu clicks his tongue, "aww, you don't talk about us outside of practice?" he teases, and god, chigiri could sock him in the mouth. karasu flashes chigiri a knowing smirk before nodding at you, "karasu tabito. pleasure."

you giggle and chigiri wants the gods to smite him down. then, otoya whistles, catching your attention and whipping your head to face him like an obedient dog. he winks at you, "otoya eita. digging the fit."

"hyoma picked it for me," you mewl, pressing a kiss to his cheek. once again, chigiri can practically feel the way karasu's and otoya's brows shoot up in surprise.

"ohhhhh?"

"did he?"

"does he realize how short that skirt is?"

"or how see through that top is? nice bra, by the way."

"thanks," you laugh.

"guys," chigiri hisses.

otoya snaps his fingers, "i think hyoma should be allowed to pick out your outfits for every party, since he's so good at it."

you gasp excitedly, "you shouuuuuuld, oh my gosh!"

"why don't you keep dancing, love?" chigiri offers, and you smile and nod before bouncing off to the group of people dancing a few feet away, blowing him a small kiss that karasu playfully pretends to snatch from the air, making you laugh and turn your attention around. chigiri is quick to feel his annoyance grow again as otoya complains about how karasu stole ‘his kiss.’

“you should’ve been faster,” karasu shrugs.

“hand to god, you both so much as look at her wrong, i’ll snap your necks,” he growls, but all its met with is faux gasps of fear and chuckles.

“ooo, hear that? guard dog’s got some bite in it!” karasu jeers.

“to be honest, bud, im not trying to look at her wrong, im trying to look at her naked-“

and he’s not proud of it. honest!

but chigiri’s reflexes act faster than his mind, and he’s quick to splash his cocktail into otoya’s face, the bright color of whatever was mixed into his cup staining his cheeks and the snowiness of his hair. karasu cackles at his friend while otoya licks his upper lip free from the bitter juices of alcohol.

“stay away from my friend,” chigiri snarls.

otoya scoffs and takes a brave step forward.

“when i do fuck that pretty cunt full of my jizz,” he begins, and chigiri blushes at his vulgarity.

“ill be sure to send you video. and ill make sure she’s screaming my name. just for you.”

[meloarto-me]

The Eltingville Club P Link

!!! The characters here are 18 years old !!!

🦇 William Alan Dickey 🦇

God how he wanted to eat you, he's been moaning about it all day and now he's finally got you

Maybe he liked eating you too much? But it's not his fault, it's your fault.

Remind me to take care of you too, and not to come inside the

A little break between reading comics. Bill feels generous enough to let you satisfy yourself

🛸 Joshua „Josh” Levy 🛸

Yes, yes, sit on him!!! Let him lick you like the hungry man he was, touch him too and he will be your dog forever

Oh Jesus, you move so well he's sure he won't last too long

He finally fulfilled one of his little fantasies, all thanks to your approval

Josh just gets to a lot, don't stop. He doesn't have enough

💀 Peter Michael DiNunzio 💀

Come on don't be like that, Pete wanted it, he wanted you to hit him with that whip. Cover his face and do whatever you want. He fucking loves it

God, he was slowly becoming obsessed with your taste

You'd better be quiet, you probably don't want his parents or worse his brothers to catch you.

He simply had to put on a firepit, tie you up and use you at will.

🗡️ Jerry Stokes Jr. 🗡️

Oh~ he was so sweet all day! He deserves an award doesn't he? Even a touch is enough for him, he's not a demanding boy

Let him, I promise it will be enjoyable

Jerry will always be your good boy, let him suck on those beautiful breasts, he is your baby after all. Oh hell you're still touching him! I think he's in heaven

Riding him will be easy, he will do whatever it takes to make you feel happy. His pleasure is an addition

[antimony-medusa]

Was wondering with all your excellent thoughts on creator's boundaries and keeping fan things in fan spaces, do you have any thoughts on the opposite happening, as in creators going into fan only spaces?

I was thinking about this because I have seen multiple streamers read fanfic on camera that had "if you're the streamer please just ignore this" written on them and that always feels like it's slightly icky to the boundaries of the fanfic writer but I can also see the argument that it has the streamers name on it, therefore they can do what they want with it.

Also felt a bit weird with Wilbur posting something he intended to be canon for the dsmp on ao3, a fandom space explicitly for fan creations, but that's a slightly different can of worms

Would love to hear your thoughts if you have the time!

Right. So, my formless thoughts after having written an essay for most of the day.

I do not— love— creators in fandom spaces. I have not seen any specific instances of creators reading fic that has "if you're the streamer please ignore this", but I have seen multiple instances of creators reading fic specifically with the intention of finding fic that's weird/funny/bad and making fun of it. They always seem to end up on self-insert fic obviously written by some 16 year old with a crush, too, and read that out to thousands of people to make fun of it, and man. It doesn't feel great!

However, I do see the argument that if has their name on it they can do what they want with it, but especially if you're talking about fic with "streamer don't interact" on it, like, I feel like creators are misunderstanding the purpose of that story. That's not intended for them to look at it, the writer is probably mortified that they saw it. It is not the same thing but the emotional equivalent is approximately aligned with my friend comes over, I say "make yourself at home", and my friend starts going through my embarrassing medical devices. Like I did say make yourself at home but why are you sorting my meds and googling what they're prescribed for? You were technically invited but idk man. I kind of thought that you weren't going to go through my medicine cabinet??? Now you know that I have some serious medical issues which I have not been talking about, and that's hovering in the air between us? I just wanted to discuss video games with you?

Okay like, I see the argument that creators should be able to look at anything that has their names on it and do whatever. But I feel like creators just baseline do not get fandom, a lot of the time, which is fair! Fandom is a bunch of people getting way too fucking into a creator/concept/story and then displaying their thoughts for the edification of other people who are also distinctly abnormal about that idea. And if creators walk into a fandom space with 'fandom" above the door, nobody's going to enjoy what happens. I was DMing with a friend today and we were talking about emduo trusting each other enough to fall asleep together and then we just spammed crying emojis at each other for a while because oh my god character feelings. I don't want Philza to see that! That's for my friends who I have my "instead of brain there is emduo" feelings with. I don't even do that in front of my normal friends who I discuss life goals with. Fandom is for people who have decided to go absolutely around the twist about their blorbos, and like if you are a normal person, and especially if you are a normal person who shares a username with the guy I'm torturing, you are going to find this space weird.

And so you get creators who walk into a space, and then it's weird, and then they are uncomfortable and say hahahah these guys are weird, and nobody profits! Nobody is having a good time! This sucks for everyone involved!

I feel like if creators are in a place where they go "If I google my name I will see shit but that's on me" and then they google their name anyways, that's one thing. But most of the time they don't even have that framework, it's just walking up to someone you don't know and going "huh huh huh are you talking about me what are you saying can I see" but in this case the people you're talking too are kind of obsessed with the ongoing roleplay at lunch you have with your friends where you're playing out betrayals and bloody deaths over the mashed potatoes, and nobody is going to be happy if those people detail the extended bloody death scene they wrote for you, much less the alternative happy ending where platonic arranged marriage stops the war.

There's a thing where like the saying is "eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves" and like, it's not the same thing here, but it holds. If they wanted you to know, they would have TOLD you. And they're not telling you cause they know the aging down a character into a sad baby to be kidnapped is not going to hit the same to the guy whose name it is. They're keeping that over here, archive locked, where only the other freaks obsessed with the lunch roleplay are sharing notes. Drags hands down face. Like the thing is I do understand on a baseline if people want to see what other people are saying about them, but the thing is, it does not ever go well. I do see the argument of well I should see what you're doing to my persona, but like— fandom is weird. If you have a fandom of any sort, and you are aware you have a fandom, you should know that even if entirely platonic, the fandom is doing horrible things to your character. War crimes are just the start. You either need to be prepared to see the war crimes, or know how to filter and bounce your eyes, or you— and I think we would all be much happier— can just stay away. Like let the weirdos in their discords talk about giving your character a mental breakdown, they're just following the honourable tradition of putting blorbo in a hydraulic press, but if THEY know that it would be weird to show it to you, why are YOU breaking into their house to find the weird stuff? This doesn't sound like a winning social activity for anyone involved.

Anyways yeah. I don't love creators in fan spaces. Click the box to make your fic not googleable and consider archive locking. Can we PLEASE keep fandom space and creators separate.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Pit Babe - Ep 1

By popular demand I'm watching another Thai drama instead of what was next on my list. I have to say I'm super curious about this given how much I've seen people talking about it on my timeline (shoutout to my beloved @thirstkanaphan and @guzhufuren)

So, time to see what the live action omegaverse drama is all about. Considering how much I've seen people talking about it I only really know that it's omegaverse and there's cars. Everything else is a mystery.

Well, we're off to a good star. Our lead (is he really called Pit Babe?) is getting sucked off right before his final race. Priorities.

Haha! Okay, here we go. So he's not just an Alpha he's a Special Alpha. Can't wait to find out what that means

Wait, so his senses are super heightened to the point where he can hear every individual part of an engine

So he has to have sex before a race to stop himself from getting overwhelmed? Honestly, this is A+ fic tropes already and it's only been on for 3 minutes

Right, is his name Babe or Pit Babe because they've used both now and I'm confused

Maybe don't hit on the fan who may or may not be stalking you?

I really want to know what his tattoo says. Also, I've just realised this isn't a GMMTV drama so I can't play GMMTV actor bingo. I haven't recognised anyone so far

This is definitely more gritty and mature than the usual Thai BLs I've watched. It's giving me Not Me vibes which is not a bad thing at all. Not Me is my favourite Thai BL.

This is the double whammy of me being ace and not giving a shit about cars but I do not understand why you would want to fuck a dude you've never met before just for the chance to borrow one of his cars

Am I going to end up in Tumblr jail for talking about this drama?

He's finally found another alpha who smells good. So we can cross scenting off the omegaverse trope list. I wasn't expecting this to be alpha/alpha but sure

I thought he was going to be an innocent twink but I guess we don't do that here

Ah, yes, nothing like betting on a race with the 'prize' being an actual human being

And they're making him sit in the car during the race even though he's just a random dude

Dude you have literal superpowers. Like I'm not denying you're also talented but you also definitely have an advantage that has nothing to do with skill

Okay, he might not be an innocent twink but he is an adorable nerd

You can tell this is an adult drama because people are smoking

The product placement is subtle in this drama

Ooh and we've got a pining best friend sub-plot. Love to see it

Oh good this means we've got an emotionally significant first kiss coming up at some point

Uh...why does Babe's house have no internal doors? It's like someone just smashed a hole with a sledgehammer and decided that was good enough

Why am I suddenly suspicious of him?

Apparently I'm not the only one

Oh so it's not that he smells good, it's that he doesn't smell of anything. I can't believe I'm watching a drama where people have pheromones

This dude looks like an anime villain

OMG he actually is a spy!

[evilmark999]

Knowledge about the "bad" of abuse, of injustice, of neglect, of selfishness; or the "good" of awareness, of education, of organization, of process; or the real life "ugly" of addiction, of desperation, of sickness, and of worry - and VERY specifically, of indoctrination, of lies, and of unchecked ANYTHING - is not nearly enough...

When life gets "ugly," we've been taught:

Reach out. There's a phone number! You'll be okay!

Next question...

An education better tailored to Life-in-the-US is desperately needed! A Snake-on-a-Plane less AWFUL collection of hoops, hurdles and indifference in the "real" world, here, would be a welcome change! When you need unemployment assistance-, if you need disability-, when confronted by the police-, if you see a man in a mask, he could be ICE-, and so on...

Seriously, teaching children how to "get by" in America, today, is going to mess with their mental health!

Now getting back on track (see what I did there?)...

The separation of Church & State needs to be enforced with a hammer, not with tolerance! The greed & unchecked madness of HA HA Business needs to be MORE crushingly enforced than the Church, as well - and with PAINFUL fines!

Are you still reading this? Here I go...

When one person rapes another, that person essentially loses their life. It shouldn't be different at scale. Especially for the Church - who is not taxed "for reasons" - and for HA HA Business - who SHOULD be taxed at a proportionally increasing scale based on worth; HOWEVER, HHB instead [1] spends HUNDREDS of $millions every year to lobby for influence in governance (thanks, Citizens United and the gratuity-loving Supreme Court; and, to Congress and, VERY apparently, to the Mandarin Marionette POTUS); [2] leaves no stone unturned to pay NOTHING in taxes, year in and year out, which includes hiding $TRILLIONS in profits outside of the country (actual MONEY, not other assets); and [3] does what it does ONLY for its own gratification; moreover, they will go HARD after anyone who would DARE cost them money, prosecuting to the fullest extent of the law! We're rich. You're poor. Not our fault you're hungry. Sucks to suck when you suck. Talk to the hand. Don't care if you go away mad or sad - just go away...

[z-eel]

i'm craving cnc jegulus/wolfstar/wolfstarbucks/all four of them - like i'm talking rough, nasty, borderline concerning cnc.

itch my scratch? please?

mmh concerning levels... i feel like i provided...

(warning: celestial polycule and its cnc but doesn't exactly feel like it is)

They had planned this, James and Remus, one month of carefully asked questions and two weeks of actual preparations. dating the black brothers came with that level of dedication because Regulus was too suspicious to let anything go and Sirius was too clingy to let anyone do anything but they had a lot of it thanks to Peter, Barty, and Evan who insisted they receive compensation for the help. that what the camera was for, but also because James would want to get off on this for years to come.

they were blindfold the both of them, told to stay quiet as Remus guided Regulus onto the bed. Remus on his knees making sure to rest Regulus on his lap holding both his arms in one hand as he played with Regulus. hand growing wet as he played between Regulus' legs.

he only raised his eyes as he looked over at Sirius who had his hands tied back while James was sucking on his dick making sure to get it as slick as possible. Sirius gasped, whined, jerked as he tried not to thrust into James mouth.

part of him wanted to forget the plan entirely but a choked out whine from Regulus pulled him back, no this was gonna be good. so he needed to focus.

he pulled off Sirius and guided him to the bed. you could still hear the sounds of Remus wet fingers opening up Regulus. they didn't even have to say anything before Remus took his fingers out and stuffed him in Regulus mouth, ensuring he wouldn't make a sound. James gripped onto Sirius neck as he slowly took Sirius cock and press him against Regulus. the brother groaned breathlessly.

'don't be mean James, can't you seen he's desperate'

James was teasing both of them, moving Sirius, letting his dick catch, pressing him in a little before pulling it out. and it was like that, connecting before James took it all away. Remus laughed when Regulus squirmed uncomfortably.

and Remus had been talking about Regulus but it was Sirius who was early nodding him head.

James hummed as he positioned Sirius, he leaned close to Sirius ear and gave him the go ahead.

'go on padfoot, start breeding your bitch.'

and it was at the name that Regulus started to fight. James couldn't see his eyes but he could guess the wide eyed expression with the way he was pulling on Remus, but Remus just pressed his finger further on his tongue making him gag, keeping him quiet.

Sirius was slow to start, getting used to the pressure around his dick but it was funny trying to find a rhythm with his hands tied behind his back. James wanted to laugh.

'you like it padfoot. do you like your present?'

and it was in the confidence in his nod that made James take out his own dick and press himself on a still roughly fucked Sirius. he was sensitive and sore James knew that but Sirius always squeaked pretty when he did it. not to mention that Remus was getting gesturing to take of the blind folds now that Regulus had stopped fighting and was letting out these short gasping moans at every thrust.

there looks of suprise were everything. Regulus looking up at Sirius in pure horror while Sirius was trying to pull out of his little brother only to force himself open on James. only the head of his dick still attached to Regulus but James saw this a beautiful opportunity.

fucking into Sirius causing him to push himself back into Regulus who was groaning at the intrusion. and again Sirius tried to pull out but this it was James make sure each one of his thrusts were powerful enough to make Regulus feel it.

'come on pads, you were telling me how much you liked it, were you lying to me? you know how I feel about lying.'

Sirius looked past Regulus, up at Remus and shook his head. Remus smiles and pulled his fingers out of Regulus and took hold of his Sirius hair and pulled him to his brother’s face.

'show tell him how much you like it padfoot. tell him how much you wanted to stick that dick in his pretty little cunt. go on, tell your little brother how much you wanted to fuck him.

'go on Sirius tell how. you screamed out his name while fucking me. tell him how much you jeck of thinking of him, tell him that you like it when i call you big brother, tell him that you've wanted to fuck him since the day he cut his hair, go one padfoot.'

but Sirius was quiet staring at Regulus whose eyes were getting glassy and whose mouth was wide open letting out soft moans. Remus refused to be challenged and focused his face down on Regulus.

'kiss your little brother Sirius, we all know you want too.'

[kindasortawriting]

Jim Turner was looking forward to his next class. He stood just outside the door to the classroom hugging his briefcase to his chest and grinning.

He'd been teaching here for the better part of a decade, and nothing he’d encountered so far had been too much for him to deal with. Fights, excessive horseplay, the usual pranks on the teacher, cursing. The class clowns, the ones just getting by for the football team. This assignment was a good one, though. A younger class, fresher minds, a new start.

“Showtime, Jim,” he whispered to himself, pressing down the door’s handle with his elbow, “Give ‘em your best.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped through.

“Hello, children!” He spoke loudly enough to overcome any chattering from his audience. He walked the few steps to the broken wooden desk at the front of the room and deposited his briefcase on the floor behind it.

“My name is Mr. Turner. I'll be your teacher for the first semester of this year.” He stepped towards the old-fashioned, well-used blackboard in the center of the front wall and, picking up a stub of dusty white chalk, scrawled his name in large, looping cursive. “I hope we can all get along and maybe learn a few things along the way. “

He turned back to face the room, smiling warmly. He had been assigned to better classrooms, but it certainly wasn't the worst. Standard issue desks, a few run-of-the-mill posters with motivational quotes – the one portraying a cartoon kitten doing a pull-up with the words ‘Hang in There!’ below it actually struck his funny bone – and the usual loudly ticking wall clock. Above all the décor one would expect in a classroom, though, were the rows and columns of smiling faces, and he was thrilled to see that these faces were doing just that.

“Wonderful! Now, I believe you had an assignment to complete over the summer. If you'd all be so kind as to place your completed assignments on your desks, I'll come by and pick them up.”

He started with the desk nearest to the door and made his way around the room, lifting two or three sheets of paper from the top of each desk as he walked by. He stumbled twice and nearly lost his balance entirely a third time as his bare left foot made contact with a lonely, crumbling brick. He laughed it off, shaking his head and waggling a finger at himself in mock beratement.

“Mr. Turner needs to be a little more careful, eh, kids?” He collected the final sheet of paper from the desk in the rear corner and made his way back to the front of the classroom. He winced, sucking air through his teeth sharply, as he nicked his left arm on a shard of broken glass jutting from a partially boarded-up window. “More careful. Careful. Easy does it.”

He tapped the collection of yellowed sheets against the top of his desk a few times, then laid the neat stack aside before turning back to his students, gazing at them with wide, bloodshot eyes.

“Now for the introductions! Who to start with first, hmm?”

The skull atop the skeleton sitting in the nearest desk lolled to the side. The rattling, creaking sound it made penetrated the silence and echoed throughout the room. He smiled, showcasing the few yellow stumps of teeth remaining in his blackened mouth.

“We already have a volunteer!” He giggled, jumping from one foot to the other.

“I think we're going to have a great semester. Don't you?”

[seitmai]

You’re lounging in his bed one night, reading one of the books from the stack he got from the library. Bob isn’t in the room; he’s been with Bucky and Walker most of the evening, doing god knows what (jokes on you, he was getting a terrible pep talk from both of them on how to do this). Bucky was helpful; gave some relatively functional advice. However, Walker kept repeating to use the alphabet, which was…not great and even Bob knows that. They did make him put on a less baggy tee shirt; something about having confidence in his own appearance would translate into the room.

Hahaha love that they give him a pep talk even though it's debatable how helpful it was

“Where’s your sweater?” You ask, though it’s hard to complain when you can see the veins in his arms properly. You don’t mind the baggy clothes; he’s comfortable and you find that’s what is most attractive. But it would be a lie to say you’re not pleased to see the lean muscle that he has under this shirt. Outside of being intimate, it wasn't often that you got to see him exposed in any way —even if it was just a t-shirt instead of a sweater.

I love that she instantly clocks that he is not wearing his sweater probably out of concern for his comfort

“I think you look good,” you offer, sitting up properly now. “Not that I don’t like what you usually wear —I like whatever makes you feel good. But I'm not going to pretend that I don't like being able to see more of you whenever I get the chance." "You do?" He asks, and you can't help but laugh a little. "I'm not much to look at —,"

His surprise 🥺

"Wrong," you quickly interrupt, slowly standing up. "There's a reason why I like to take off your clothes —I like taking my time because I don't get to see all of you often." You pause for a second, taking a moment to consider how much more you could tell him without making him uncomfortable. "It's something that only I get to see. I like to enjoy that."

🤭🤭🤭

Sometimes you forget that Bob is incredibly powerful. He was, after all, created to be stronger than all of the Avengers combined. He doesn't particularly like using his abilities, but when his hands grip your thighs and lift you up, you gasp in surprise. "I want to make you feel good," he practically breathes into your mouth, and even though he's the one leading, his voice comes out begging. "You always take care of me —let me do that for you."

Putting his powers to good use 😌

Between the biting, the sucking and the pinching, you're aching for more. But the sounds he's making —the moans when you sigh his name or tug at his hair —are almost as satisfying as an orgasm itself.

I just know his noises are impeccable

You suck in a breath, begging him to keep going. He nods as if he trying to respond, but he's groaning instead as he slips his tongue into you. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand guiding his head and mouth exactly where you need him to be. The hands holding your hips drift away, one disappearing entirely while the other glides just between your folds, one finger pressing into you slowly.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

He pulls his mouth away, just slightly, so he can see how you react as he slips a second finger inside you —curling up slightly. His eyes are glossy, face smeared in your juices, and you think this is the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life.

For sure!

You're so close —can feel it teetering on the edge when you manage to open your eyes just enough to watch him suck at your clit as he continues his rhythm. His other hand —the one that had disappeared —is in his lap and you understand his own whimpering now. While he's ruining you —burying his fingers so deep inside you, curling up and into that spongey spot that causes you to cry —he's jerking off at the whole experience.

🥵🥵🥵

You've collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, and he's laying his forehead against your thigh. Both coming down from this, trying to catch your breaths.

I love a soft moment like that 🥰

"Have I told you recently how hot you are?" You ask, brushing your nose against his. You can smell yourself on his breath, and you're about to kiss him again when he says,"I think I might start believing it soon."

Success! 🤭

Tagging in here for the Bob discussion. But imagine after a few times together he gets the confidence to be on top but he is a complete service top (still whiny though)

You’re so right, anon. So very right (this got. Very away from me).

The first few times, he’s so awkward. He’s worried he’s not doing it right, or he’s bad at it. He’s so timid and awkward, and he waits for you to make the first move because he knows what he wants but he doesn’t know what you want. What if you don’t want him touching you there? Or what if he does something you don’t like but won’t say anything so you don’t upset him? So he lets you make the choices.

But after —let’s say, the fourth, fifth time (and a few shattered windows because, well, turns out he doesn't know how to control his powers just yet when he's worked up) —he realizes that…you want him just badly as he wants you. Actually, you might be even more desperate than he is, honestly. Because you’re the one being patient with him. You’re taking everything by his pace; stopping when he needs to stop. Only touching him when he’s made it clear he’s okay with it. While he’s the one “in control,” it’s not really control —you’re just you, and you’re willing to take it slow and take care of him over yourself instead.

And now all he wants is to give you everything.

You’re lounging in his bed one night, reading one of the books from the stack he got from the library. Bob isn’t in the room; he’s been with Bucky and Walker most of the evening, doing god knows what (jokes on you, he was getting a terrible pep talk from both of them on how to do this). Bucky was helpful; gave some relatively functional advice. However, Walker kept repeating to use the alphabet, which was…not great and even Bob knows that. They did make him put on a less baggy tee shirt; something about having confidence in his own appearance would translate into the room.

He missed his sweater.

You only look up when the door opens because there’s a shift in the air; not a bad shift. Just...different suddenly. You put the book aside as he walks in, hands behind his back. He looks a bit rigid; stiff, uncomfortable.

“Where’s your sweater?” You ask, though it’s hard to complain when you can see the veins in his arms properly.

You don’t mind the baggy clothes; he’s comfortable and you find that’s what is most attractive. But it would be a lie to say you’re not pleased to see the lean muscle that he has under this shirt. Outside of being intimate, it wasn't often that you got to see him exposed in any way —even if it was just a t-shirt instead of a sweater.

“Uh, Bucky and Walker took it,” he explains but that sounds bad so he explains further. “Training. We were training and they didn’t want me to train in it. It’s…weird, right? The shirt? I’m not used to wearing things that are so…I don’t know, tight?”

You just hum, tilting your head to the side as you look him over. He looks down some, feeling like he’s being ogled (well, he is. But he's still not used to you staring at him like this).

“I think you look good,” you offer, sitting up properly now. “Not that I don’t like what you usually wear —I like whatever makes you feel good. But I'm not going to pretend that I don't like being able to see more of you whenever I get the chance."

"You do?" He asks, and you can't help but laugh a little. "I'm not much to look at —,"

"Wrong," you quickly interrupt, slowly standing up. "There's a reason why I like to take off your clothes —I like taking my time because I don't get to see all of you often." You pause for a second, taking a moment to consider how much more you could tell him without making him uncomfortable. "It's something that only I get to see. I like to enjoy that."

Bob is staring you down, definitely short-circuiting because neither Bucky nor Walker advised him on how to handle anything you just said. How is it fair that you’re just so…good to him?

But then...he takes a step forward. You don't move; that shift in the air suddenly makes sense and you let Bob decide what he's going to do now. His hands clench into fists a few times, trying to coax himself forward.

You take just barely a step towards him —not even an inch. Something instinctual; something gravitational. Then his hands are on your hips, and his lips are on yours, and he’s pushing you towards the bed. It’s the first time he’s initiated a kiss without outright asking. You melt into the touch, sighing into his mouth as the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Sometimes you forget that Bob is incredibly powerful. He was, after all, created to be stronger than all of the Avengers combined. He doesn't particularly like using his abilities, but when his hands grip your thighs and lift you up, you gasp in surprise.

"I want to make you feel good," he practically breathes into your mouth, and even though he's the one leading, his voice comes out begging. "You always take care of me —let me do that for you."

You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss, but he only let's you get a quick peck in before he's pulling away. You whine a bit, sitting up on your elbows to complain —but you can't find anything to complain about as Bob is slipping his shirt over his head.

It's not the first time you've seen him shirtless. But it's the first time he's taken his shirt off himself, without prompting. Usually he wants to wait until you ask, or you're the one playing with the hem of the shirt and trying to get it off. But the confidence in his movements is both amazing and distractingly attractive, and you're staring unabashedly with lust blown pupils and kiss swollen lips.

Your eyes trail over his skin —the freckles and scars that letter his collarbones, the flush that's spread from his throat down over his chest. Down to his abs and following the V that leads below the waist of his sweats —which are straining from the hard on that's hidden beneath.

"You're staring," he teases, and it's a shaking sort of tease —like he's unsure of if he should be speaking.

"You're hot," you confess, but it's not really a confession at this point.

You've told him he's hot before —he doesn't believe you usually. But the little grin on his face suggests that maybe today, he does.

"You're too good for me," he counters as his hands slide up your thighs and over your hips. Then he's leaning in closer, pressing his lips to your jaw and peppering kisses over your skin.

You buck slightly at the touch, chasing it, and he immediately gives in and slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your leggings. You suck in a breath, and he pauses, but you lift your hips in response, a silent plea to continue. He doesn't hesitate and pries your clothes off of you, tossing them to the floor, before settling between your legs on his knees. You move to take off your shirt but he stops you, one hand holding you down.

"Don't," he warns, puling away to look down at you. "Let me do this for you."

You watch him for a moment but nod, pulling your hands away from your shirt. Bob's hands are slow —not teasing, not purposely at least —dragging up your hips to your waist, pushing your shirt up as he goes. His fingers trail along your ribs, just grazing the edge of your bra. You briefly wonder if he'll try to take it off or if you'll need to do that yourself —but he settles on pulling your shirt over your head first.

Your skin is warm and soft against his fingers, and he's watching as your chest rises with each breath you take in anticipation. You're still sitting up on your elbows, waiting, watching, when he leans down and pulls you up against his chest. One hand is bracing your lower back as the other fumbles with the clasp of your bra.

Confidence doesn't matter when it comes to bras, because they're evil, he decides as he sighs in frustration. He almost caves into the embarrassment, worried he's ruined the moment. But you reach behind your back with ease and unclip it, and toss it away. He wants to complain, and you can see he does, but you wrap your arms around his neck again and pull him into a messy kiss.

It's all teeth and tongues, deepening each second his hands grip you tighter. Then he's laying you back down, dragging his lips from yours to your jaw. Then down your throat. One of his hands holds your hip, but the other is trembling as it approaches your breast and tentatively squeezes it. You hum in response, and his mouth is on your nipple now, grazing it with his teeth.

Between the biting, the sucking and the pinching, you're aching for more. But the sounds he's making —the moans when you sigh his name or tug at his hair —are almost as satisfying as an orgasm itself.

Though you certainly wouldn't refuse one or two of those.

Perhaps he can read your mind, or maybe he just knows what he wants —it doesn't really matter —because he gives your breasts one final squeeze and nip then trails his mouth down your stomach. The closer he gets to you, the more fidgety you become. You can feel his lips smile against your skin.

"It's okay," he promises, breath fanning over your thighs as he parts them slowly.

His fingers are trembling slightly, pressed into your thighs just enough to leave marks. Like he's scared that if he lets go, you're going to pull away from him. But he shakes those thoughts from his head, shifting down the bed until he's sitting on his knees on the floor. You're about to argue, to ask him what he's doing, but he wraps his arms around your thighs and yanks you down the bed until your legs are over his shoulders. You gasp, and his nose just barely presses above your wet core.

He groans, pressing his forehead into your thigh, fingers tightening around you. "God, you are...you're so wet."

"I told you," you sigh, running a hand through his hair, guiding him to look up at you through his lashes. "You're hot. This is hot. Everything you're doing is just...hot."

He melts into you, taking a moment to ground himself in your touch. "You have no idea how much you do for me," he admits, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh softly. "But I'm...I'm going to try to show you."

"Oh, Bob, you don't —,"

But you cut yourself off with a gasp, fingers tightening in his hair as he buries his face in between your legs. Your hips move involuntarily, chasing his tongue as it swipes through your folds. He doesn't stop you, only presses his tongue flat against you before he sucks on your clit.

You suck in a breath, begging him to keep going. He nods as if he trying to respond, but he's groaning instead as he slips his tongue into you. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand guiding his head and mouth exactly where you need him to be. The hands holding your hips drift away, one disappearing entirely while the other glides just between your folds, one finger pressing into you slowly.

"Oh-oh," you sigh, involuntarily clenching around his one finger. "Oh, god, more —please —you're doing so good.."

He pulls his mouth away, just slightly, so he can see how you react as he slips a second finger inside you —curling up slightly. His eyes are glossy, face smeared in your juices, and you think this is the hottest thing you've seen in your entire life.

You cry out his name, back arching off the bed as you beg for him to go faster. He pulls out, just briefly, and you swear you hear him groan again. But you're too distracted by his fingers pressing up into you once again to notice any sounds that aren't the sounds of him finger-fucking you and him whining as he sucks on your clit.

You're so close —can feel it teetering on the edge when you manage to open your eyes just enough to watch him suck at your clit as he continues his rhythm. His other hand —the one that had disappeared —is in his lap and you understand his own whimpering now. While he's ruining you —burying his fingers so deep inside you, curling up and into that spongey spot that causes you to cry —he's jerking off at the whole experience.

And that tips you over the edge, pressing your heels into his shoulders as he furiously pumps his fingers in and out as you ride out your orgasm. You're crying out his name, begging him to stop because it's sensitive —fuck, your nerves are on fire —but he knows you don't actually want him to stop. It feels so good —the wave after wave of your orgasm washing over you before you hear him cry out himself, his body jerking against yours as he cums all over his hand.

You've collapsed on the bed, breathing heavy, and he's laying his forehead against your thigh. Both coming down from this, trying to catch your breaths.

When you've finally come to your senses —a solid five minutes later —you pull him up to lay beside you, pushing his hair out of his face. He's smiling at you lazily, hand laying against the base of your throat to feel your heartbeat.

"Have I told you recently how hot you are?" You ask, brushing your nose against his. You can smell yourself on his breath, and you're about to kiss him again when he says,

"I think I might start believing it soon."

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Some one suggested I write from Smoke's POV and honestly I love that! So here's a little take!

Trying to find longevity in my ideas so it's taking me longer to push out! Nonetheless, here we go.

Smoke x Annie

Warning: Sexual Content.

ENJOY.

I was in the Delta after 7 suem years. Chicago ran its course and Stack and I were ready to go.

Home was the first place I wanted to come back to. I had somebody waiting on me. Two somebody's and I didn't know how to approach it.

"Boy I see you getting tense," Stack joked. I laughed it off. But i was tense.

I was nervous. Cause all I could think of was her. If she'd have me back. If she felt the same. I was sweating.

"Stack, think you can drop me off by Annie's?" I asked.

"Fasho' but don't get too caught up. We still got business to handle," he replied.

To be honest, I ain't come here for no juke. I came for her. The juke just something to keep me here.

"You think she'll have me back?" I could always open up to my brother. He never judged me, never made me feel dumb for wanting someone I aint seen in 7 years.

"Oh she'll have you back. You can't get rid of a Moore. No matter how many spells she cast," he grinned. That relaxed me a bit. But I still had a bit of unease going into this situation.

It's like she knew I was coming. She was standing right on the front porch. Hand on hip. God she was beautiful.

Chocolate skin that danced in the sunlight. Beautiful brown eyes that cut right throught you. She was perfect and hopefully.. she was mine.

I got out of the car, closing the door and adjusting my clothes. Even though Stack starch and pressed my clothes perfectly. Under her eye, I was nervous.

I approached her anyway.

"And what do you want?" she sucked her teeth.

Damn, right out the gate she was fiesty.

"I came to see you, I really need to talk to you," I replied.

Her eyes rolled so hard to the back of her head, I thought they were gonna fall out.

"Elijah please don't come around here on no bullshit." She was mad. She had every right.

And my nerves were dancing.

"Annie, I just wanna be civiliz-," she cut me off. "You think I give a damn about being civilized with you? You done rolled in from God knows where and what?," her arms were swinging back and forth in the air with every word.

But I knew her. I knew to just be honest here. One thing we always said was to just be honest.

"I came here to make things right with ya," I stumbled over my words. "It's not a day that went by that I didn't want you." I sunk into myself under her glare.

A moment of silence passed between us. The air was so thick.

I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of hers. Looking for questions ask. Looking for answers. Needing an explanation.

"Where you been Smoke?"

"Chicago." I replied, wanting to meet her with full honesty I raised my head and stood up straight.

"Why you leave with no explanation?"

"If I would've told you, I would've stayed and I was too scared to do that."

She leaned back into her thoughts. Wheels turning in her head so hard, I could see steam coming out her eats.

"What was you doin' down there?"

"Working." I knew that wouldn't be a good enough answer.

"Working on fucking what, Smoke? Be so fuckin' serious right now," her left eyebrow was raised now and she couldn't even try to hide the irritation if she wanted to.

"We went up there to make some money, it was dangerous. Got into some shit. Came back down here to lay low." I knew it sounded like bullshit. I knew I would need answers.

"So what? You here cause you needa' place to stay?" she cackled. I wasn't welcomed here. At least that's what it felt like. "You got one more chance to tell me why you here and then I'm gon leave you where you standing," her hands were on her hips now.

"I want you. I tried to convince myself that I was coming back here for other reasons but, I know that aint true. The only thing I came for is you, Annie." Her feet shifting, she back thinking and to be honest I knew I was fucked.

"Did you fuck anybody while you was in Chicago?" Her face was dead straight. I swallowed hard. Nervous as fuck to tell her.

"Yes."

What once was the fiesty woman in front of me now look like a lost puppy. I broke her. Tears welled in her eyes and I had no way to fix it. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up.

The moment I was intimate with someone else I felt our connection sever. But that was my first month or so in Chicago. I was lonely and sad. And instead of writing my wrongs with her, I chose to be with someone else.

"Leave," she said throught sniffles.

She looked up at me. Eyes red.

"Leave, Elijah." I didn't move.

She approached me, so close that she's breathing what I am exhaling.

"I waited for you. My body waited. My mind waited. I waited for you and you left me high and dry. Then you come back all these years and what?" She's crying so hard. Fist balled up, pounding my chest. I let her. I deserve it.

"Annie, you gotta understand. Soon as I did it i regretted it. That was 7 years ago-"

"It don't matter Elijah. Somebody had a piece of you that was mine. Sacred to just us," her head was down now.

I feel like shit.

She planted her hands on both sides of my chest.

"I had some type of hope for us all this time. I just knew that my man would come back to me," her voice cold.

"I am right here," I'm pleading. My hands wrap around her waste but she pushes me off.

"I want you gone." She turned away from me, walked back into her house and, closed the door.

I couldn't give up so easy, I needed her back. So I walked up the stairs and I sat on the chair. I stayed there. 'As long as it takes.' I would do whatever to have her.

I heard shuffling inside, which prompted me to look up. It was her, in the window. Unimpressed. She closed the blinds and I was met with the sound of the door locking. Which meant GO AWAY. But I wasn't doing that.

The next morning..

I don't think she expected to see me, being as thought she let out a scream when she opened her front door to me sitting there.

"You scared the shit out of me," she exclaimed holding her chest. "What are you still doing here?"

"I want you," I said.

She let out a laugh that would hurt any mans pride.

She went along her day. Running errands, the shop, chores and visits with friends.

She acted as if I wasn't there. And that hurt me bad. Bit I deserved it.

I could hear an engine sputtering from down the road. Wondering who it could possibly be.

It was Stack. "Bro, she got you sitting outside her door like you a stray cat." He was laughing and it broke me out of my mood.

"Man she aint fuck with me, AT ALL," I chuckled quietly.

"I just rode by to see wassup wit ya," he said. "I figured Annie stubborn ass wasn't going for that."

"Nigga you said fasho she was gon have me back. Yo punk ass just be talkin," I recanted with a weak ass smile.

"Sittin' outside her door gon do the trick, you know she aint got the heart to be so cruel," he said.

"Speaking of which, think you can roll me up a couple cigarettes? If ima sit here, Ima smoke sum."

"Fasho, I got 6 rolled up for you right here. Figured you'd need em,"

We said our goodbyes and he was gone whever the wind to em.

I sat back down in my spot and watched as the sun began to go down.

The front door lock came undone and it creaked open.

It was her. Checking on me. Even thought she was so tough yesterday.

"You ate today Elijah?"

"I be sittin' here all day, aint going nowhere til I got you." I was determined.

"You so damn extra. Just come eat." She walked away but left the door open. I followed her in.

...

Fried fish, cornbread, cabbage, yams and mac.

Her food was so good, I had 3 plates. But once the scraping of my fork against the plate stopped, the tension came back.

"Was the food good?"

"You know the food was good Annie." I'm getting irritated because where is this going. Even though I had no right to be upset.

I just want her back. But I know I gotta get through the hard part first.

Her eyes went black, I could see she was working herself up.

"When you fucked her did you like it?"

Here we go.

"I'm a man Annie," I answered honestly. "but I wanted you."

She laughed, unconvinced.

"You wanted me so bad, you went and fucked somebody else."

I took it. I deserved it.

"Was her pussy better than mine?"

I hate that I even let shit get so bad between us that she even thought to compare herself to some random girl. That was my fault.

"Nobody will ever be better than you," I was honest.

"Did you give her your seed?"

"Fuck no, the only person I've ever given that to is you."

I stood up and walked over to her, my turn to invade her space.

Both our chest rising and falling at the same time, due to close proximity.

"Smoke back up," she's moving away from me with her hand up to create space.

"No," I back her into a wall.

I kiss her. Immediately her hands go to the back of my head pulling me in closer. She opens her mouth to grant my tongue entrance. Our spit being exchanged, I pulled back from the feverish kiss. I look into her eyes and I am madly in love.

I leave a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. Swirling my tongue in circles, sucking hard and soothing it with a soft kiss. My hands found her ass, pulling and squeezing it. Eliciting moans and gasps.

"Smoke," she whimpers. "We shouldn't be doing this."

That didn't stop me, I was in and she wasn't going to stop me.

I slip my hands into the front of her waistband to find a hot and wet pussy. Coating my fingers in her sex, she throws her had back up against the wall.

I'm swiping over her pussy with just enough pressure to get her close but not enought to go over the edge.

"Elijah.. I- Ahh-," she couldn't even speak I was fingering her pussy so good.

The moment was abandoned with a stiff push. She pushed me off her. 'Did I hurt her?'

"I can't do this. I can't let you hurt me the way you did. And you get to just.. come back?" She was standing firm in her boundary. And I was at a loss for words.

"Annie, I'm trying to show you," fat ass knot in my throat.

"I can't take your word for it Elijah. It has to be constant, not when you want it."

She walked to the mirror at the end of the hallway. I followed. Only, talking to me through the relectuon and not turning around to address me head on.

"I think you should go,' her head tucked damn near between her shoulders.

"I'm gonna leave now, but I will prove to you that this IS constant. That I never stopped loving you. That I want to be with you," not caring if I convinced her in this moment. I was convinced. I was getting her back and that was final.

She walked me to the door and before I made it down the steps she called after me.

"I hope you stand firm in your words," followed by a weak smile on both our ends.

"I will," and I turned from her with my head held high.

I was going to get her back. If it is the last thing I do.

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In a tag you said something about having executive distinction. If it's not rude of me to ask, would you be comfortable with elaborating on it a bit? I have ADHD and therefore terrible executive dysfunction, and nobody, absolutely nobody understands why i can't just focus no matter however hard I try. It's just....i had a tough time feeling compassionate to myself.

Its definitely not rude of you you're going to have to try a lot harder than that to piss me off my dude.

I'm not really sure how to elaborate beyond the Knowing that I have to do a thing, and having exactly 0 physical or social barrier between me and doing the thing, but the thing cannot be done unless under extenuating circumstances (I am forced to bc of an emergency/ I have addysnacks in me). it fucking sucks. It ruins my life. my family at long last is starting to understand that I'm not just being "lazy" or "not trying hard enough" largely thanks to both my official ADHD diagnosis, and also my little brother and his fiance's diagnosis of the same thing. But before then it was always "oh man youv'e got so much potential! D: Why aren't you using ti? D: You are so smart you could do so much! D:"

I don't really give advice because I'm not fucking good at it, but in terms of self compassion- I'm also not good at it and fucking suck. But from a purely mechanical point of view, it might be helpful to think of yourself as a ferarri. or any other reeeally nice sporty ass muscle car no one on this website could ever afford. But without wheels. You're an extremely fast, powerful motherfucker that could smoke every other mf'er on the road and look good doing it-but you don't have wheels. A fast car without wheels isn't fucking going any where. That speed is useless. It's not your fault you don't have wheels, you're a fucking car. You can't go out and get wheels or can you put them on, because, again, you're a fucking car.

I wish I had more resources about where to find a good mechanic or wheels for them to put on once you find them but I don't. I got my diagnosis, got my medication, and it's still so fucking obscenely hard to get that shit refilled I take it as-needed only and as-needed is like once a fucking month so I don't have to dance like a fucking monkey and piss in a cup for 5 different medical professionals to decide I'm not lying about my disability just to sell my meds to college kids.

I've tried some techniques and some supplements that'd made shit marginally more bearable and I'd be more than willing to get into that with you if you'd like, but bottom line-try to cut yourself some slack. Life w/o wheels sucks.