#that only spreads occasionally now instead of overwhelming me

[rhiannonsknife]

hii, are you comfortable writing g!p readers? coz i think housewife!rhiannon x g!p reader is good with that baby fever, but it's okay if you don't write g!p HAHAHAH i just got the idea

(；゜∀゜)

i haven’t before so this might suck but…enjoy? nsfw content so mdni!!

just imagine having a sweet, murderous housewife <33

housewife!rhiannon who never imagined this life for herself; housewives who went on and on about their partner’s latest achievements, like that was all they had going for them, usually earned a spot of honor at the top of rhiannon’s mental kill list. you, of all people, weren’t supposed to be the one to make her soft.

now she finds herself humming while she folds the laundry, a shirt no longer stained with blood from her latest kill, getting wet over the thought of being bred right there on the kitchen counter before dinner <33

she doesn’t miss her work at the gazette in the slightest. the only thing she misses, occasionally, is the writing. but that’s what the kill lists are for and if giving that up means living this life, with all the time in the world to go out and kill, she’ll happily leave journalism behind.

housewife!rhiannon who gets jealous of people with families 😭

suddenly, happy families end up on her mental kill lists just for…being there. she wouldn’t actually do that. she wants to protect kids, not harm them or their parents. it’s more of an impulsive thought that comes to her involuntarily. (think: “people i’d love to kill…people who don’t deserve what they have. people who get to build families without ever really loving their partners…”)

housewife!rhiannon who brings it up while you’re fucking her bare. “i’d look so pretty carrying your babies” she gasps, head tossed back as she moves on top of you, the bed creaking under the constant shift of her weight. “you’d stay, wouldn’t you?” she whispers with her eyes closed, crossing her ankles behind your back. her fingers dig into your shoulder blades and her tone grows breathless as you push deeper. “fill me up”

housewife!rhiannon who’s still in control. she sets the pace, decides when to let you cum and when to drag it out. her hands rest against your chest while she rocks on top of you. “deeper,” rhiannon instructs, her voice already cracking, “i want to feel it in my throat”you try to tell her how good she feels, how tight & warm, and she only moans louder, one hand drifting between her legs.

housewife!rhiannon who begs you not to pull out whenever you’re fucking. she stays on her knees, spreads herself open for you, and whispers: “don’t pull out this time. want to feel it. all of it!” you push into her and she gasps in relief. afterwards, she lies there, legs still open, feeling it with her fingers.

housewife!rhiannon who gets so overwhelmed she starts whispering “thank you” on every thrust….

housewife!rhiannon who keeps you edged for hours. she knows that, after being denied for so long, you’ll explode once she lets you cum. “i’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” she whispers, licking a long stripe up the side of your neck. rhiannon’s hand is firm, keeping it at an agonizing pace. every time you buck your hips, she lifts off slightly, laughing. “aw, are you trying to fuck my fist?” rhiannon teases, leaning over to kiss the head of your cock once. “maybe i’ll let you come…but not yet”

housewife!rhiannon who wants you to fill her and keep going. you’ve already emptied yourself inside her once and she could’ve stopped there. instead, rhiannon keeps moving. “don’t stop,” she begs, legs locked around you. even if you wanted to pull out (which you don’t), there wouldn’t be a way for you to do it. “i want all of it. i wanna feel it leaking down my thighs.” rhiannon babbles. she’s twitching under her own hand, barely managing to talk you through another round. “don’t care how sore you are. you’re gonna give it to me. i need it”

cockwarming with housewife!rhiannon…?

she sits on top of you, moaning softly, her walls fluttering while you ache beneath her. “no thrusting,” she warns. “just let me feel you.”rhiannon is soaked where you’re buried in her, squeezing you in gentle, rhythmic waves that make your whole body twitch. “feels like you’re throbbing,” she purrs once, circling her hips slowly. “is it too much, baby?”

housewife!rhiannon who talks to her abdomen post fuck…she’s tracing lazy circles over her stomach, almost like there’s already a baby in there. “your mum’s going to protect you,” she whispers. “she’d kill for you” then, rhiannon brings your hand down to join hers, intertwining your fingers low across her belly.

[kawaii-kushami]

having one of those mid-20s moments where you're like well damn. im really not a teenager anymore i dont hate myself anymore actually. like its insane

sorry i gotta ramble but this feels too silly to post anywhere else

[andy-15-07]

You and me

PAIRING: Reed Richards x reader

WORD COUNT: 1047 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The soft hum of the city outside their apartment window was the only sound accompanying them in the dimly lit room. Reed sat on the worn, comfortable couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest, fingers occasionally brushing against Y/N’s shoulder. The glow from the streetlights spilled through the blinds, casting faint patterns on the walls. It was one of those rare nights—no missions, no emergencies, just the two of them tucked away from the world.

Y/N shifted slightly, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. “You’re quiet tonight,” she murmured, her voice soft, like a gentle nudge.

Reed’s fingers paused for a moment before resuming their absent-minded tracing. “Just thinking,” he replied, his tone reflective but warm.

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head to look up at him, her eyes catching the faint glimmer of light.

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the window. “About everything,” he admitted. “The team, the future... us.”

Y/N smiled gently, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. “That sounds like a lot for one night.”

Reed chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “It always is.” He turned to face her fully, his dark eyes softening as they met hers. “You know, being Reed Richards—Mr. Fantastic—it’s not just about stretching across cities or diving into other dimensions. It’s about holding everything together. The team, the mission, the world sometimes... but with you, it’s different.”

“Different how?” Y/N whispered, her heart fluttering at the earnestness in his voice.

“With you,” he said, squeezing her hand gently, “I don’t have to hold everything together. I can just... be.”

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning and unspoken promises. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of love and the weight of knowing what his life entailed. She reached up, her fingers brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “You don’t have to be anything more than Reed with me.”

He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a brief moment as if savoring the simplicity of her words. When he opened them again, there was a spark of determination there, a decision made in the quiet of the night.

“I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice steady now, “about what comes next. Not just for the team, but for us.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”

Reed shifted, reaching into his pocket. For a moment, Y/N’s breath caught, her mind racing with possibilities. But instead of what she expected, he pulled out a small, worn notebook—the one he always carried for jotting down ideas and calculations. He flipped it open to a page marked with a small, pressed flower she’d given him months ago.

“I’ve spent so much time calculating risks and probabilities,” he said, his thumb brushing over the delicate petals. “But when it comes to you, there’s no equation, no formula. Just certainty.”

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, the emotion swelling in her chest almost overwhelming. “Reed...”

He set the notebook aside, taking both of her hands in his now. “I don’t know what the future holds. The world could fall apart tomorrow, or we could be pulled into another dimension. But the one thing I know—the one constant in all of this—is you.”

The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world fading into nothing as his words wrapped around her heart. Y/N could barely find her voice, but when she did, it was filled with unwavering conviction. “I’m not going anywhere, Reed.”

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, the kind that reached his eyes and made the lines around them crinkle. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Then let’s make this official,” he whispered, his voice a blend of hope and love. “Be with me… not just now, but for whatever comes next.”

Y/N’s heart soared, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Always.”

Their lips met in a kiss that spoke of promises and futures intertwined, a connection that stretched beyond the constraints of time and space. In that moment, it wasn’t about Reed Richards, the brilliant scientist or Mr. Fantastic, the superhero. It was about two people finding their anchor in each other amidst the chaos of the universe.

As their kiss deepened, Reed’s arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against her chest, grounded her in a way nothing else could. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads remained pressed together, breaths mingling in the quiet.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Reed whispered, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. “You’re my constant, my grounding force. No matter what happens out there,” he nodded toward the window, “this… you and me… it’s what matters most.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with emotion. “And you’re mine, Reed. I don’t care about the chaos outside. As long as I have you, I have everything I need.”

Reed’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible. He reached up, cupping her face in his hands. “Then let’s make a promise.”

“A promise?” she echoed, her voice a soft whisper.

“No matter where life takes us, no matter what challenges we face, we’ll always find our way back to each other. Always.”

Y/N felt her heart swell with love and certainty. “Always,” she echoed, sealing their promise with another tender kiss.

They spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing whispered dreams and quiet laughter. The city outside continued its relentless pace, but inside their little haven, time seemed to slow, allowing them to savor every precious moment.

As dawn approached, casting a soft golden glow through the blinds, Reed pulled Y/N even closer, his lips brushing against her temple. “Thank you for being my anchor,” he whispered.

“And thank you for letting me in,” Y/N replied, her voice thick with emotion.

They drifted into a peaceful sleep, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it together, their hearts forever intertwined amidst the vast, unpredictable universe.

[hanasnx]

Just found your Noir content. Glad someone is writing for him. Noir and breeding kink? Been thinking about Noir fucking me in a mating press ever since he attacked Starlight in season 2. He can hold me down and choke me out like that any day.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: babe that fuckin mating press goes hard doesn’t it? goddamnnnnn. noir putting you in a mating press <333that whole thing with starlight was fuckin crazy i was clawing the walls

Rough grunts expel from BLACK NOIR’s nose with each sharp thrust, plowing into you from the angle the position provides. Folded up over yourself with no regard to your comfort, he’s got you bunched up in a way that pleases him. Heavy body leans over you, harsh hands on the backs of your thighs keeping you good and spread from him. You’ve certainly gotten more flexible since you’ve started fucking him. The edges of his armor dig into you, but you can’t even register it over the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Fat cock drives into you at a reckless pace, forcing air from your lungs as if its piston defines your diaphragm’s every move. You can barely breathe from being crushed.

There’s something different about his angle, not only is it mind-bending, tremors wracking through your body as your eyes roll so far back in your head they ache, but it’s the way he handles it. Grabbing you like he owns you, redirecting your body in any way he desires, muscling you into submitting underneath him so he can fuck your hole in peace when you squirm too much. Your cervix gets kissed by his tip occasionally, but he wants you to be still and take it. For his dick? You’ll do anything.

You let him mate with you. The way he’s fucking you reminds you of an animal. Pinning you down as if you’ll escape at your first chance, growls escaping him, possessively filling up your cunt with the wet sounds of a cock finding its home. Usually, you’re the dirty talker in the bedroom, but he’s effectively silenced you, yanking you into his bucks with his firm hold on your thighs.

It used to be difficult to tell what he’s thinking, but he can’t be more clear now. The stutter in his hips is a dead giveaway to his impending load, and usually this would be the point in which he’d pull out and fist his cock to cum on you. Stomach, face, ass, he loved to paint you. Instead, he’s keeping it in, not only that but he’s still moving. Like he wants to fuck a baby in you.

“Noir— Noir!” you scold, but he continues. Swollen cock bullying your insides as it twitches with need to cum. “Don’t you— don’t you dare—“ you’re able to get the words out, concentrating hard on forming a sentence when your brain is so empty. The idea of him cumming in you is appealing, but you don’t know how Supes work. You’ve never had that conversation with him. What if he’s not sterile?

Lips slot against your ear, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn they form and mouth the word “baby.”

[xxsunoosprincess]

Reunion

Jake x fem!reader

Your first night with Jake after months apart.

MDNI, 18+, not full out fucking but pretty close, college!AU, fem bodied!reader, talks of consent, humor, fluff, smut, long distance couple, reunion sex, feeling overwhelmed, not edited because I didn’t feel like it sorry

“Fuck, baby Fuck” Jake is panting hotly against your mouth, desperately pawing at your top. He’s going at it blind— he’s too busy drinking in your beautiful face being so close to his after so long— so sue him if he stretches out the neckline of your top to get your tits out. It’s some cheap cami you packed to sleep in during the long weekend you are spending in Jake’s dorm. Secretly he is happy that stupid tank top is gone, anyway. ‘Opportunistic’ feels like too sophisticated of a word to call a man that is actively humping against the meat of your ass, but he grins to himself as he pictures ruining every single shirt you brought so you are forced to wear his shirts instead.

He’s on some brain dead, gooner train of thought about maybe ruining your panties, too; soiling them with his cum; having you soak through them until they are unwearable; tear them apart trying to get to your cunt; anything so that you spend the weekend not only in his shirts but with no bottoms so he can fuck you whenever; when you notice the mess he has made of your top.

“Jakey” you whine, feeling silly trying to scold him. Especially because his eyes are trained on your boobs when you talk to him. It makes you giggle when he mindlessly hums out in acknowledgment. “D’ya forget my eyes are up here?” Your voice is gentle despite the heat building in your tummy.

“You say something hun?” He says, and you have no time to think about it if was a joke or not because he’s hardly done talking before his he is taking a nipple into his mouth. His eyes roll back as he feels you keen into him, as if he hasn’t spent the last thirty minutes mouthing at the skin on your neck. But spending so much time apart is hard. It’s so hard. He talks to you on the phone every night, texts you all day long, jerks off to the thought of you at least once every day, and maybe all that pining makes his dick grow fonder because having you in his lap is so much better than whatever image his mind could conjure up.

Maybe your nipples aren’t even all that sensitive, but the way that he licks, and sucks, and bites, and pinches… fuck it would take a lot less to make you moan the way you are now. His eyes flutter closed as he hums against your tit, and his hands greedily run up and down your back. Occasionally, he detours when he reaches the bottom, taking your ass into his hands and spreading you so he can slot the bulge in his pants between your cheeks. The dry friction of your panties and his shorts somehow makes this feel so lewd. I mean fuck he’s literally drooling, a hot line of spit slowly searing its way down your stomach.

“Fuck I missed you baby. Missed the way you taste, missed your soft skin, missed the way you moan so sweet for me. You feel that? Feel how hard I am for you. You are the only person that could ever make me feel like this.” His coos and babbling is endless, already pussy drunk, already leaking a downright obscene amount of tacky precum and making a mess of his boxers, and he hasn’t even undressed you properly. It’s all so hot you can’t help but desperately grasp the cropped hair at the nape of his neck, holding him close. He’s practically suffocating in your chest, but still he gazes up at you, unfocused eyes and a dopey grin, and god. Your hips grind down with extra intent.

He coos at you before he’s moving to lay you back. It’s a twin xl, but he has really tried to make this as comfortable as possible for you. He swapped out his single, flat pillow for three memory foam ones after you laughed at his set up the first time you visited. It makes a perfect backrest as he lays you out like feast. And as he sits back onto his calves, his gaze is so intense that it leaves you blushing despite being in this position many times before. It makes you nervous; the way your sweet and dorky boyfriend now looks so intense. Not even the Lego sets on the shelf you catch a view of just over his shoulder distracts you from how hot he looks.

His hair has grown out since the last time you saw him. FaceTime didn’t do him justice. Now, it nearly obscures his eyes and comes to a soft curl at his ear. You resist the urge to sit up and tuck it away, instead you grip at the white and blue striped comforter beneath you.

“Hey,” his voice cuts through the air and his hand falls to rest on your hip, thumbing the elastic band of your panties. “You okay? Lost you there for a second.”

His smile reminds you that this is still Jake. He looks just a little more mature, a little more buff but it’s still Jake. You nod a bit, reaching down to interlace your fingers with his. It was only 3 months you had spent apart, but right now, it feels as if it has been so long you are laying bare beneath him for the first time.

“Yeah just…” you shrug. He squeezes your hand. “It’s been a while”.

His smile fades a bit, a small frown coming across his face. “Yeah…” he says, confusion lacing his tone.

There is a beat of silence, “I like… I don’t know. You look different. Hotter.”you clarify before he draws an incorrect conclusion. There is some slack as his grip on your hand loosens and you are quick to tighten your own hold. “Like so hot I’m nervous” you admit easily, though your laugh as some strain behind it.

His frown deepens, “Do you wanna stop? You know I would never be upset about that.” His head tilts to the side, the same way it does when you guys study together on a call and a problem set stumps him.

“No I don’t think so…” you start slowly “unless you want to!” quickly follows, and just as fast he is shaking his head ‘no’. His dick hasn’t flagged once in the last hour.

“Okay” he drawls out, “if you aren’t sure then why don’t we stop for a second? We can just cuddle for a bit and talk until your nerves are calmed down. And if you want to fuck later, we fuck later.” There is a gentle smile on his face that feels like home, even as your heartbeat hammers in fear of disappointing him.

“It’s our first night together in months though…” you trail off, your voice is quiet and your free hand reaches for the plushie jammed between the wall and his bed absentmindedly in search of comfort.

He picks up your leg and swings it to the other side of his body so he is no longer trapped between your thighs, letting go of your hand only briefly as he lays down next to you. His head is propped up in his hand as the other caresses your stomach “I know… and I want you, don’t get me wrong. But I’m not putting my dick in you until your mind is in the right place”

You nod, as your eyes flutter closed “yeah… yeah. I just got a little overwhelmed, I think. It feels silly, like I’ve seen you jerk off over FaceTime about a thousand times, but actually seeing you… touching you… it was so much more intense.”

He looks over your face, heart skipping a beat as he recognizes the vulnerability you are showing, and then aching as he registers the sheepish tone in your voice. “If this means anything… I was really nervous about tonight too.” You open your eyes to see his crooked smile.

“Really?” Your voice is barely above a whisper. He nods.

“Y/n, I went with Sunoo to get my dick waxed.” He says flatly, knowing it will make you laugh. It does.

“Oh? I didn’t mind your pubes.” You say honestly, although, it is through giggles. He smiles big, showing all his teeth and giggles with you. He reaches down to tug his waistband down a bit, and now that you are looking, his happy trail is gone and the sliver of skin you can see just under his hipbones is bare.

“I know you didn’t, pervert.” He teases. You make an affronted noise and smack his chest lightly. “I just got in my head about how this had to be really good sex. Like out of a romance novel, mind blowing, reunion sex. I started thinking about… if you would like how I looked and I got a little carried away.” He blushes but doesn’t look away from you.

“Jakey…” you turn to face him “you know I don’t care about stuff like that. Just being with you again is enough.”

He nods as if to say ‘exactly!’ And your mouth hangs open in understanding. “Oh.” you say, eloquently.

“I just want you.“ he says, bottom lip pulling into a pout and the corners of his lips tug upwards the way they do right before he breaks into a shit-eating grin, knowing his weird waxing story would make you understand.

“Stop looking at me like that!” You laugh. He wiggles his eyebrows in an exaggerated display of lust. You let out a grown of faux exasperation as he rolls you onto your back and kisses his way up your neck to your lips. You exchange a few slow kisses, smiling against his lips as he grips under your thigh to ruck your leg up against his waist.

“You’re so sexy it kills me. Even if we don’t fuck tonight, know that I find you irresistible” he whispers against the shell of your ear, grinning as you giggle and shy away from his ticklish breath.

“Such a sap” it’s a cheap deflection, but he pulls back to grin down at you and you smile back, reaching up to cup the back of his head before pulling him into a series of short kisses.

You squeal as he flips the both of you over, now having you straddling his lap, just as you guys started. Something sweet settles low in your stomach, a gentle and pleasant weight that grounds you. Reminds you. This is still your Jakey.

A/n: reunion… hah… get it… because I’m back and reunited with you guys. Realistic and awkward smut scenes make me smile. That’s all byyyee come say hi to me in my requests :p xx - princess

taglist: @criminalyun @jungwon-wife @sunoofairyofsass @cha0thicpisces (message me to be added)

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

November 23: The Dorm Room | word count: 953 | @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius never imagined he would get anything like this. The comfortable domesticity of lying in bed, curled around somebody else, not a care in the world. No overwhelming thoughts or memories, no residual pain lingering, nothing except him and the boy he loves. They lay tangled around each other, limbs indecipherable, bodies pressed as tight as they can go. Remus is carding his fingers through Sirius’ hair, drawing the occasional moan from his lips.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.” Sirius speaks into the silence. It has been weighing on his mind for a while now, this idea, and he needs confirmation that he is not alone in these too-big feelings.

“Have you now?” Remus replies, only halfway mocking.

“I have. It’s about us.”

“Us?”

“Nothing bad.” Sirius rushes to assure. He won’t let that small seed of doubt get planted in Remus’ mind. Sirius isn’t going anywhere, not unless he has quite literally no other choice. And even then he will go kicking and screaming. “I… well… I’ve been saving up my allowance for years now, ever since things started getting really bad at home. And I… I’ve… I have enough saved now for us to get a flat. Or at least, get us started.”

“Oh.”

“Unless that isn’t something you want. Because I understand if it is too early or you need some space from me. I know I’ve been clingy, but I can stop. I just… you make me feel so good, and you keep me from going to dark places. I’ve never had anybody like that before, so I—no, it’s okay. I know I’m too much; I can stop. I won’t be so pushy. I’ll—oumph.” His rant is cut off by Remus’ lips against his. As always, he melts into the kiss, dragging himself impossibly closer to Remus.

“Never stop.” Remus commands when he breaks the kiss. “Do you hear me? Never stop being you.”

“But—”

“No. You will not change for anybody. And you will certainly not change yourself for me. I love you just how you are.”

“Did you just—”

Remus’ whole body goes rigid, his beautiful autumn eyes flying wide open. He looks so young and innocent like this, even as fear holds his body captive.

“I love you, Remus. You have no idea how much I do. I was afraid I would say it too soon and rush things. James said it’s never too early to say it, but you know how he is. He practically proposed to Reggie on their first date. Remus, Godric, did you really think I would ask you to move in with me if I didn’t love you with every fiber of my being?”

“I—I didn’t mean to—It was supposed to be special.”

“It was special.” Sirius promises. “It was special because it was you. No matter how or when you said it, it would be special, because you are special.”

“Sirius…”

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each proclamation is punctuated with a kiss.

“Siri—no, wait!” Remus shrieks, trying to duck under the covers, but Sirius has his mind set on kissing every inch of Remus’ face, and he won’t be swayed from this essential mission. So, he loops his arms around Remus’ neck, and rolls his weight over him. His heart swells at the sight of the boy spread out below him, giggling and trying to squirm away from the overt affection.

Godric, he is the luckiest man on earth.

Seemingly having had enough of the pecking kisses, Remus ducks his head, moving to capture Sirius’ lips with his own. He eagerly follows Remus’ lead, glad to do anything he wants. He would walk to the ends of the earth if the other boy declared he must. He would go against his own morals if Remus asked with a smile. He’s fully lost in the whirlpool of love, but he isn’t desperate to get out any time soon, instead willing to drown himself in it.

“So, about the future…”

“Yeah?” Sirius asks, leaning his head on Remus’ chest. He is still laying fully on top of him, but he is far too content here to move, and Remus doesn’t seem to want him to move either if the arms looped around his waist, are any indication.

“I’ve been thinking too.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Well, I think we have a cabin. I don’t care much for the city, and I think you would like a change in pace after your childhood. It’s not too far from town—a muggle one, where we don’t have to worry about my status. We are far enough that the Full Moon doesn’t pose any risks, but close enough that we could take walks into town if we want.”

“A cabin up on a hill so we can watch the sunrise and sunset together?”

“Of course. The windows are always open, and there is no dark hidden corners. Nothing that would remind us of home. This is ours. I would have books everywhere. You would try to organize them for me, but I would just take them down again. And you would have your own studio, in a room full of windows and light, where you could paint anything and everything you could imagine.

“We would have to have a floo, so our friends can visit whenever they want. And we would have to have game nights, can’t leave all our habits behind when we graduate.”

“Your mind is beautiful.”

“And yours is brave enough to get us there.”

Unable to help himself, Sirius dives in for another kiss. “To our future together, may we grow old and grey.”

[muffinsin]

well hello there 👋🏼

I'm wondering if you could do a hc on the sisters.

after a long and frustrating day they just want to relax and sleep with their S/O so they go into their room...annnnnnd...

They are meet with their S/O asleep wearing a FLIE ONESIE!!!!!! With some of their flies curled up in their arms!!

(unfortunately I don't think flies onesies exist.... BUT let's just image one 💭)

Just think how adorable it would be!!

This has me hella curious whether such a onesie exists!👀 And awh, my cold little heart. How adorable XP

Using this as an opportunity to make an occasional reaction post again🙌

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

She doesn’t believe what she’s seeing, at first

In fact, she barely makes out that it’s you in the beginning, rather than some…bug pile with the occasional limb

She is careful as she steps closer, as though to inspect the strange pile on her bed

When she sees your face poking out, and hears her own flies buzzing back at her, she feels as though she melts and her heart aches with the love she feels

You look adorable!

Carefully, she pulls the blanket up to your shoulders

She giggles when she spots the fly wings at the back of the onesie. How cute, indeed

All her worries melt away instantly

No more annoying sisters

No more incompetent staff members

No more screaming prisoners

No more expectations from Mother

No more

In this moment, she exists with you, only the two of you

As she moves on the bed, you stir and whine in your sleep. For a moment, she worries she woke you up

Then, you keep sleeping, but are not entirely unaware of the cold nose pressing into your neck and the long arms wrapping around you protectively

She smiles, and with this smile, she falls asleep and rests at last

Cassandra

Truly- she doesn’t quite recognize the figure sleeping on her bed as you, at first

Her first thought? A mutt, a lycan, that somehow found its way into her room

For a few seconds, a wide grin spreads on her lips at the prospect of gutting the creature on her bed, of taking it out and crafting with its skin

It excites her so much, she forgets about her awful day in an instant!

She no longer thinks of Bela scolding her, of Daniela annoying and teasing her over small mistakes and clumsiness

She no longer thinks of Mother’s loudly spoken- yelled- words when she intentionally failed to catch the intruder

Then, however, just as she is about to pounce..she stops herself

Lucky you, and your perfect damn face, she thinks, as it sticks out from the onesie

Her own flies buzz at her aggressively, as though protecting you from her

She merely rolls her eyes at the little bugs

“Scoot!”, she snaps at them, a satisfied smirk spreading on dark painted lips when they follow her command and she is able to slip into bed with you instead

She chuckles a bit to herself, eager to scold you lightly for this in the morning

This, and the stupidly cute wings at the back of your onesie. She doesn’t even look like that!!

Huffing, she decides to curl against you for now. She supposes , she will have to kill you another day for another dangerous idea of yours

Daniela

She huffs and whines as she swarms into the room, positively riled up and overwhelmed from the day she’s had

Not only did she get scolded by her Mother! Of all people

But even Bela wouldn’t see her side of the story,

and Cassandra refused to break Mother’s rules for her this time! She just wanted to go hunting too!

Her sister never cared that she was technically grounded!

Until today, it seems…Daniela groans at the mere thought

Then, on top of that, she lost her sickle!

And displaced her favorite book!

Ugh! What a nightmare of a day!

Still, all her annoyance and trouble is thrown out the window when she swarms into her room and finds you like this

Your knees tucked to your chest, your face partly covered by the hood of your fly onesie

She definitely gushes over you. You look so adorable! Like a mini-her!

She loves it!

And her flies, all over you? Adorable!

She pets them gently and presses kisses to your face lovingly

Maybe, she’ll wake you up

She doesn’t quite mean to, she’s just excited!

Really, she can’t help jumping on the bed!

Or squeezing your cheeks

Or straddling you and turning you to get a good look at the onesie!

When you do eventually wake up, she merely giggles shyly and rubs her cheek against yours

“I’m sorry, love, go back to sleep”, she whispers with a smile

You aren’t about to fight this in the slightest

[viv-hollande]

Ok, so this is a post that I should have made sooner. I've been somewhat out of the loop with regards to current events and the state of discourse on this website courtesy of a pretty serious depressive episode from which I am only just now recovering. As I have emerged from this state I have been pushed towards a conclusion about this website and the state of discussion around the ongoing Israel-Gaza War that I had thus far avoided due in part to my barely possessing the energy to keep myself alive and due in part to my denial that the conclusion could be true. But that denial can no longer hold.

It has become openly apparent that the pro-Palestinian camp on this website has become popularly infused with a degree of blatant, aggressive antisemitism that I, in my naivety thought impossible in the days just after October 7. I am trying to avoid turning this into a mea culpa because that would be unproductive and feel self-serving, but I do feel an obligation to admit that I disregarded prescient warnings from Jewish users whose warnings I dismissed as over-blowing a problem that I felt was real, but more limited in scope than they made out.

I'm neither an idiot nor am I ignorant. I am well aware of the long history of antisemitism in leftist politics and in the Palestinian Liberation movement. Back at the beginning of this crisis I was prepared to see the occasional instance of antisemites using the inevitable, overwhelming Israeli retaliation as an excuse to air their hateful politics. I was prepared to see both the well-meaning but ignorant and the malicious alike sharing tweets from antisemitic pro-Palestine accounts, spreading and normalizing low-grade, subtle antisemitism. Make no mistake, this should have been condemned. Antisemitism, like all bigotries, has no 'safe' level. There is no background level of antisemitism that society should just accept as normal. But I was more focused on the inevitable cacophony of suffering that Israel would almost certainly begin meting out, and so I failed to act.

The fatal blow to my denial was the increasing prevalence of the use of quotation marks around the word "Israel" and "Israeli". The first few times I saw this, I didn't really understand what it meant. Still laboring under the belief that antisemitism was a manageable problem on the left, I was certain that most of the users on this site, well-intentioned, goodhearted, critically thinking people that they were, would have recognized and called out even disguised antisemitism before it took over a good 20-40% of all posts about the conflict. I was a damn naive fool. For those, like past me, who have not cottoned on to the meaning of the quotation marks, they have become a way to express the denial of the legitimacy or even existence of, individually or all together, the State of Israel, the Israeli people, or the right of either Jews or Israelis to identify as Israelis.

CONGRATULATIONS TUMBLR! You have successfully revived from depths of 4chan neo-Nazi boards the (((fucking echoes))).

Are you serious? Are you fuckers for real? This, right here, encapsulates the pitch-black absurdity of this whole situation and why I remained in denial for so long. Never, in a million years, would I imagine that the proudly pro-Social Justice, anti-fascist, 100% Certified SAFE-SPACE(tm) website would end up using the same language as the goddamn Nazis on 4chan. I thought this website was smarter than that. But noooo, it turns out that I was a damn naive fool.

This was where the post was originally going to end. I say my piece, hope to change a few minds, and commit myself to actually fighting antisemitism instead of sitting back and dismissing the problem. But I figure, while I'm here and while I still have the driving forces of anger and guilt pushing me along, I may as well put pen to paper and spew forth my other thoughts on the ongoing crisis. I am thus compiling a much longer post detailing my thoughts on some aspects of the current situation. [EDITED ~1:25 AM GMT, 5 Dec 2023: add link to finished post] That post will definitely be long, probably be angry, possibly wrong on some aspect of fact, and will absolutely be pretentious, preachy, self-righteous and hubristic to a positively Hellenistic degree. Brief, non-comprehensive summary so you can decide whether or not get mad at me ahead of time;

Israel does apartheid, or near enough for government work.

Israel is definitely conducting a campaign of forced displacement, possibly amounting to ethnic cleansing, but I remain unconvinced of the claim of genocide.

Hamas may or may not be a anti-colonialist revolutionary group, but it definitely is an antisemitic terrorist organization with genocidal aspirations and actively supporting them is morally indefensible. Yes, this includes the Al-Qassam Brigades.

Anti-colonial and other revolutionary movements do in fact have fundamental moral obligations and suffering oppression does not give you carte blanche to do terrorism, even when an oppressor attempts to render peaceful opposition impossible. There is a middle ground between peaceful marching and 850+ dead civilians; aim for that.

The left is just as prone to unhinged conspiracism as the right.

Verify your sources, for fuck's sake.

Use nuance. It won't kill you.

There's more, but it's a little difficult to summarize an unfinished post. If you want to argue with any of these points, go ahead, just keep in mind that a longer, more comprehensive post is in the works that might have the answer to your argument/complaint/insult/intellectual disagreement. If that post isn't up by midnight GMT on Friday, assume I forgot about it and argue away. In conclusion, antisemitism is bad, apartheid is also bad, Tumblr is a hellsite (derogatory), "From the river to the sea" is, in fact, antisemitic, seriously, stop saying it, take Jews seriously when they warn you about antisemitism instead of writing them off like a damn naive fool, and last but not least, free Palestine.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi I was wondering if I could request a pretty detailed lesso smut

Basically it’s dom lesso x sub reader and r is originally very innocent and inexperienced so she’s a very good and obedient sub for lesso but recently r read fanfics abt bratting and found brat taming very attractive so she wanted to try it w lesso

R starts off by not wearing the remote control vibe that lesso told her to wear, sending explicit videos to her in the middle of work and when lesso gets her in a room at the end of the day, r doesn’t assume her usual position of submission and instead touches herself on their bed

Leonora is probably more of a quietly strict dom and manhandles r over her work table and makes r spread her legs and spanks her w a belt, occasionally smacking her cunt (ofc it would be super hot of lesso to make r count and thank her for each stroke)

After that it’s just a lot of cockwarming and and Leo putting r in her place w the vibes of “my sweet slut just needed a good fucking, didn’t she?” HHHHH and yes all that good stuff, would love it to be a longer fic so I can drown my sorrows in lady lesso

P.s would be amazing if u included an authority/ strict dom kink and r is only allowed to call Leo Lady Lesso or mistress

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS REQUEST I just had a very specific daydream, with that said Tysm for hearing me out and have a lovely day <3

Breaking rules 18+

*Authors note~ Birthday fic:))) never be sorry for a longer prompt request, I absolutely love the detail to it which helps me ensure I don't stray from what you desire unless you want me to go nuts on it. However I will admit some of this I changed slightly due to personal reasons, enjoy the fic*

Trigger warnings~ strict mommy vibe dom leo brat subby r, mistress kink mentions corruption kink and virgin r remote control vibe phone sex? Videos ;) submissive positions. Punishments, spanking (hand and cane) cock warming edging Dacryphilia kink manhandling praise and degrading kinks I think that's it.

Prompt~ see ask^^^

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

You remember the first time you and Lady Lesso slept together, how she taught you everything you needed to know, how she mollified you until you were no longer the innocent woman you were but now a perfect submissive for her. Every single action was carefully crafted to have you being a good girl for her. You'd never had a taste of punishment so maybe that's why the fan fiction enticed you so much. You'd never considered the outcome of what would happened to you if you broke the rules. But here and now you sat hot and bothered by the idea of that very thing.

You knew what she expected of you, the directions were clear, and normally you'd do exactly as asked but the fic had awoken the bratty beast inside you. You got dressed for your day but forgoing on the remote control vibrator which caused excited chills to run through your body. How could being so bad feel so good? You couldn't help but wonder how much more you'd escape with. What would be the consequences to your actions?

By your lunch period you were ready to do some more rule breaking, the overwhelming thrill you received from disobeying your lover was certainly indescribable, you were so sure that this is your best idea yet. Perhaps that's why you snuck off to your old room and began to touch yourself after setting up the camera. You made sure to be vocal and after the camera capturing exactly how much you were enjoying your mid day fun. With a quick press of a few buttons, Leonora was graced with those video's just a few moments before she was expected to teach curses and death traps. For the life of her she couldn't work out why you were doing this. After all the first time lesso touched you, you were a virgin, and so willing to do whatever she demanded out of you. To submit so easily just to please her. And that was so unusual but not something she couldn't handle.

The final straw for Leonora was when you didn't kneel by the bed as she entered the room, no. Instead you lay there lazily circling your clit and teasing your soaking slit. Back arched and head tilted back in pleasure. It was as if she'd never even entered the room. "What the hell are you doing" she growled snapping you out from your blissed out mindset. "I uh I'm sorry Lady Lesso, I just I wanted to-" you mumbled trying to explain the situation. "I don't care. Up" she cut you off immediately reaching down to grab your arm and drag you where she wanted you. "Leo" you whimpered causing the red heads eyes to darken. "Excuse me?! How dare you address your superior so casually. You're below me and it's about time I reminded you do that fact."

Being forced over the desk in your shared bedroom all exposed while she remains fully clothed only added to the power play here. You had no choice but spread your legs when she kicked them apart. "Mistress please! I'm sorry" you whined unhappily. "Oh no pet, no. You can't act like a little slut and play the innocent card now darling. You will count your punishment and use my titles. Should you fail we will restart."

The first crack sounded across the room causing a sting to run over your ass. "One mistress" you mumbled gasping as three hits of her hands rained down on you. "Fuck two three four lady lesso" your tears now falling. The next hit was something different, the cool feeling of her cane touching your sore globes. The cool sensation only providing a small bit of relief before the pain outweighed the cool feeling. Hit after hit you counted every one bent over her desk. "Lady lesso" you sobbed unhappily. "Shush shush shush little girl, just a couple more okay?" She whispered before yanking you to lay on your back before three quick hits were placed on your aching clit. "Mistress, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" you blabbered hiccuping through your tears. "Shhh I know you are sweet girl, you have to learn this isn't okay darling. Be my sweet little girl, and then mistress can reward her good girl."

You were swiftly guided to lay on the bed, your ass on fire as it rubbed against the sheets. Only to watch Leonora strip to show her favourite strap on. "Now be a pretty whore and let mistress use your pretty holes" she purred before teasing your slit with the bulbous head of her faux enchanted cock. Lesso immediately set a punishing pace as she drilled into your aching cunt, "fuck so pretty when you cry sweet slut" she murmured when she noticed the tears falling slightly, "pretty tears."

Leonora continued to fuck you ruthlessly until she came first. Spurting cum from her faux cock as she painted your insides white. "Mistress" you whined hoping she'd finally let you come, after all the punishment and being used for her pleasure left you hanging on the edge. "Okay darling, this is your chance to be a good girl, I'm gonna fuck you so well darling, you'll forget your own name." Leonora was the one to keep to her promise. You came over and over again, some just on her cock and others with a small little vibe that would sit on your puffy clit.

"Oh my sweet slut just needed a good fucking? Didn't she?" She cooed looking at your pupils being blown wide and eyes glazed over indicating just how deep in your sub space you truly are. "Okay love, I'm going to pull out now" you whined in response. "Okay okay we can stay like this but let's get comfortable beautiful" she murmured shifting to settle you both comfortably for the night as she held you, you both drifted off for the night.

Word count~ 1368

[cocktail-sausage]

Contains: Noncon, intoxication

Version 1, the victim has a vagina

Imagine a drug that causes uncontrollable horniness, given to a victim by force. The captor had injected it into them while they were tied to a chair. "Don't struggle, it will only make it hurt worse," the captor cooed as he depressed the syringe's plunger, the needle an inch deep in the victim's exposed rear.

The drug began to work quickly. The captor stood back, watching. The victim in the chair started to shift in their seat as the heat spread from their cheeks to their groin. They were naked and each leg was tied to a leg of the chair, so they couldn't hide when they began to visibly drip. They breathed heavily even though they sat as still as possible, trying to become invisible while helplessly exposed.

But the sensation grew more persistent, and the victim could not sit still anymore. They rolled their head back and groaned through the cloth tied around their mouth. They felt their thoughts begin to melt and be subsumed by one singular animalistic drive.

The captor walked in front of the victim and ran a hand along their thigh. "My, aren't you worked up," he purred. The captor's touch electrified the victim's whole body. The victim could only glower at the captor, but their body wanted more of the captor's delicious touch!

Then the captor stood behind them and rested his chin in the crux of the victim's neck as his hand caressed a hard nipple, then continued down, playing with the victim's bush.

The victim felt so desperate they could cry. They were now shaking and whining. The captor's scent and body heat was too much. They hated how badly they wanted to fuck this demon they weren't remotely attracted to before the damn drug took over.

The captor started gingerly massaging the victim's clit and occasionally inserting a finger deep inside, slowly, teasingly. The victim moaned and couldn't help but buck their hips into the captor's hand. Their clit ached like it never had before, it was excruciating.

Then, the captor withdrew his hand. The victim growled indignantly. "Oh, did you like that? But you said before I'm disgusting and you hate me and don't want to be touched," the captor said with a childish pout, and moved to stand in front of the victim with his arms crossed. "You hurt my feelings, you know."

The victim didn't respond, instead looking at the ground, wheezing through the cloth around their mouth. They could hardly formulate words anyway, their mind totally clouded with overwhelming need.

"How about this," said the captor. He began to unfasten his pants and slide them off, exposing his erection. Then, he removed the cloth from the victim's mouth and untied the restraints from their legs and arms, but left their wrists tied together behind their back.

The captor laid on the ground as the victim stood shakily from the chair. "You can leave if you want, I'll unlock the door." He smiled sweetly. "Or, you can fuck me."

The victim stood trembling, eyes fastened on his cock like a hungry animal. They felt imprisoned in their body. The last vestige of their conscious mind knew they should deny him and demand to be freed. But he had total control of them at that moment without even laying a hand on them. It felt like if they did not come, they would legitimately die.

They growled in rage and desire, and quickly impaled themself on the captor's cock and started riding him furiously. They shut their eyes, and tears began to stream down their face and onto the captor's chest, who just laid back with a huge grin. He winced a little because the victim was thrusting so aggressively, the captor's spine was being pounded into the hard floor, but the victim's cunt was so unbelievably wet it felt amazing. The victim's tear-streaked face contorted with rage, shame, and desperation was the hottest thing the captor ever saw.

It didn't take long for the victim to come, their guttural grunting getting louder and their eyes opening wide but looking upwards, still avoiding the captor's eyes. But the victim did not stop thrusting. The relief from the orgasm was short-lived. They needed more. They would keep the captor pinned down, even with their wrists tied together. They could bite the captor if he tried to throw the victim off. No, the captor was going to stay there on the ground for as long as it took for the drug to wear off. Maybe he would be a bruised-up dehydrated husk by the time that happened. He should have thought of that before.

[sophiesbakery]

Pan di Miel

Type: Baker!Pedro Pascal x Y/N

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

The scent of warm bread and cinnamon wrapped around me the moment I pushed open the wooden door. A small bell chimed above my head, and the world outside—the one filled with stress, unanswered emails, and the weight of a thousand expectations—seemed to blur behind me.

The bakery was small, intimate in a way that made it feel almost untouched by the hurried world outside. Wooden shelves lined the walls, cradling loaves of every shape and size, their golden crusts glowing beneath soft yellow pendant lights. The glass display case held delicate pastries arranged like small works of art—glossy fruit tarts, croissants layered with chocolate, and thick cinnamon rolls, their icing just beginning to melt. The quiet hum of conversation filled the space, interrupted only by the soft clatter of ceramic cups and the occasional burst of laughter from the farthest table.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Behind the counter stood a man, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, an apron tied loosely around his waist. Dark curls, slightly disheveled, framed his face. His hands—large, strong, dusted with flour—moved with practiced ease as he arranged fresh bread into neat rows. He looked up, catching my gaze. His mouth curved into an easy smile, one that felt impossibly genuine.

“First time here?” His voice was warm, rich, like coffee on a slow morning.

I nodded, stepping forward. “Yeah. I just—” I hesitated, glancing at the handwritten menu chalked onto a blackboard behind him. “I needed somewhere quiet.”

His smile didn’t falter. He just nodded, as if he understood exactly what I meant. “Then you came to the right place.”

I glanced at the display, overwhelmed by the choices. “What do you recommend?”

Pedro wiped his hands on a cloth and leaned against the counter, studying me—not in a way that felt intrusive, but as if he were considering something carefully. “Something sweet or something comforting?”

I swallowed. “Comforting.”

He didn’t ask why. Didn’t pry. Instead, he turned, pulling a plate from beneath the counter and carefully placing a thick slice of golden-brown bread onto it. The scent of butter and honey wafted up as he set it in front of me.

“Pan de miel,” he said. “My grandmother’s recipe. Best thing for bad days.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the care wrapped into such a simple offering. “You didn’t even ask what kind of day I’m having.”

Pedro wiped his hands on his apron and tilted his head slightly. “Didn’t have to.”

The weight of the past few weeks settled heavily on my chest. I didn’t even know this man’s last name, and yet, in this small moment, he felt like the first person to truly see me in a long time.

I took the plate to a small table by the window. The honey seeped into the bread, melting on my tongue, warmth spreading through my chest. I had barely taken a second bite when I heard his voice again.

“You mind if I sit?”

I looked up. Pedro held a cup of coffee in one hand, a second plate in the other—another slice of the same bread, still warm from the oven.

“Yeah,” I said, surprised by how much I meant it. “Of course.”

He pulled out the chair across from me and sat, exhaling as if he, too, was only just allowing himself a moment of pause. Up close, I noticed the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, the dusting of flour on his forearm. He smelled of fresh dough, sugar, and something else—something warm and familiar.

“You run this place all by yourself?” I asked, breaking a small piece of bread between my fingers.

“Mostly.” He took a sip of coffee, glancing around as if seeing his own bakery through fresh eyes. “Had a few people helping when I first started, but they all moved on. It’s just me now.”

I frowned. “That sounds exhausting.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “It is. But I love it.” He gestured at the room around us—the shelves, the pastries, the customers quietly enjoying their morning. “This is home.”

I nodded slowly, letting his words settle.

“And you?” he asked. “What do you do when you’re not in need of a quiet bakery?”

I let out a short breath of laughter. “That’s a complicated answer.”

Pedro leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. “I’ve got time.”

There was something disarming about him. Maybe it was the way he asked questions without demanding answers, the way he listened without rushing to fill the silence. Before I knew it, words began to spill out—about work, about expectations, about how lately it felt like I was running on empty, waiting for something to change but not knowing what.

Pedro listened. Really listened. He didn’t offer clichés or empty reassurances. Just the occasional nod, a quiet “I get that,” a thoughtful sip of coffee.

By the time my plate was empty and my coffee cup nearly drained, something in my chest felt lighter.

Pedro glanced at my plate, then back at me. “You know,” he said, a small smirk playing at his lips, “customers who sit and talk with the baker usually get a second slice.”

I raised a brow. “Is that so?”

He stood, grabbing my empty plate and balancing it in one hand like it was second nature. “Mmmhmm.” He gave me a look—one that felt like the start of something, even if I wasn’t sure what.

“Stay a while,” he added, already moving toward the counter. “I’ll get you another.”

And, for the first time in a long time, I wanted to.

[marleysfinest]

geto x fem reader idk this got away from me!!!

cw teasing, masturbation with toys, 69 (almost), fellacio

ok but suguru WOULD have you pinned beneath him on the sofa, almost 69'ing but instead of him being the one to pleasure you he's making you fuck yourself while he watches with his cock in your mouth.

making sure you don't move your toys for a second while he watches you slide them in and out of yourself, slick slowly building on the silicone, and listening to the wet rhythm in between moans. admiring how pretty and helpless you look underneath him, legs spread with your heels resting on the back of the couch, tits bouncing as you maintain steady strokes in and out of your pussy with your favourite toy. he's pushing himself into your mouth agonizingly slowly, making sure you take every inch of him as his tip grazes the back of your throat. your concentration is unsteady as you struggle to focus on everything at once, something suguru never fails to pick up on.

"keep going, baby, you can take both at once, can't you?"

he purrs with a groan as he prompts you to pick the speed back up with your toy, all the while sliding in and out of your mouth and taking the occasional break to coat your lips and chin with spit and precum. you suppress your gag reflex when he slides back in faster than usual, hitting the back of your throat hard and staying in place for a moment as he lets out a louder moan.

"fuuuuck," he whispers as he twitches against you. being able to feel how hard he is coupled with tasting how much he's enjoying you only fuels your own arousal, and you feel yourself getting wetter and closer. suguru is always the more controlling one, the more dominant one, and so whenever he lets the façade slip just for a moment to lean into being more verbal, you can't help but get excited with him. noticing how loud your strokes have become, he pulls back slightly to let you lick his tip and coat your tongue in his salty release, and slowly your core begins to tighten.

"that's it," he praises, "keep me right here. I want to feel you moan when you cum, baby."

you switch from languid strokes to a quicker pace, flicking your wrist back and forth to repeatedly hit that sweet, sweet spot over and over again. the only way it would ever feel better was if it was him. suguru watches intently as you quiver and shake beneath him, the heat rising to flush his chest and cheeks as he attempts to hold off his own release. when he leans down to brush his lips against your stomach it's too much; the warmth of his breath, the way the stray hairs tickled your skin, the way he throbbed as he leant forward, and in seconds you cum hard around your toy. your beau's gaze is hungry as he watches you coat your pink rabbit, and in a matter of seconds he's unable to hold back any longer. he pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving a trail of slick and spit across your face, to reposition you so that your ass rests on the arm of the couch, and your feet rest on his shoulders. he thrusts himself into your still throbbing cunt and firmly grips your thighs to keep you in place as he begins to piston into you. the breath is almost knocked out of you, but you still can't help but moan loudly, spurring him on. he's out of praise now, as he revels in your warmth and overstimulation. you're still so tight for him.

you instinctively arch your back in pleasure, and the sight of you overwhelms suguru. with a final thrust he spills into you and collapses onto your chest, panting with exhaustion. as your heartrates return to normal, he fetches a towel and flicks on the kettle to make you a steaming cup of tea.

graphics @/cafekitsune

[kstewdeux]

@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 - Personal Space | Also on Ao3

Panic began to rise within him. His chest tightened, and he struggled to find a way out of the throng of villagers with their mudslide of praise for having defeated the weak ass demon who’d been hurting their harvest. Something about fears over winter, starvation, disease and god only knew what else because his own thoughts had turned to static. Dozens of voices melting together into a noxious soup that drowned out all else. A veritable ocean of bodies clawing at him, rushing him, attempting to pull him under and drown him.

‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t hurt them.’

Inuyasha could feel his palms sweating while his mind raced to come up with a plan of escape. But every direction he looked, there were only more people. Tightly packed together, packed against him, and all moving as one. Snapping pearly whites far, far too close to his hands, his arms, his face.

‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t-‘

The putrid stench of sweat and the sound of shouting were overwhelming. He couldn't think clearly, couldn't find a way to break free. All he could focus on was the need to find space, to breathe freely again but-

‘Can’t-‘

Someone grabbed his wrist, tugging him sideways with all their might, managing to make him stumble and in a blind panic, he roughly pushed them away with a hard thrust of palm.

Blood.

Panting heavily, dilated amber eyes darted over the waves of people in the overly crowded street to try and find the source but his vision blurred instead and a high pitching ring had his head swimming. He found himself mindlessly trying to back away only to be rudely reminded he was surrounded. More hands. More voices. More more more-

And then, without realizing he’d moved at all, he was inside a dark hut. A door slid shut behind him as he trembled out of control and tried to regain his bearings. He collapsed onto his knees instead and it was then, only then, as he stared down at his bloodied palm, that he realized…

“Kagome,” he breathed as he scrambled to his feet to go fix the damage he’d apparently caused at some point only to nearly trip over the girl herself who apparently was sitting next to him with two pieces of cloth stuck in her nostrils.

“No.”

“I’m fine. It’s not even broken,” she soothed as he dropped into a crouch and frantically tried to inspect the damage, "I just...fell. That's all. Not your fault."

That was a lie, he was sure it was, but Inuyasha couldn't even remember how to form words much less get into a fight about that right now. He wasn't even sure if he could stand again. He-

A furtive glance towards the door confirmed the rest of their friends, save one, were here. Sango was blocking the door and outside was the mob and if-

“Miroku is outside trying to calm the crowds down,” Sango replied to the unspoken question with an exasperated sigh, “I’ve never seen a village get this worked up. You would’ve thought we handed them a lifetime supply of rice. Gold. Riches. Something.”

“The relief must’ve made them crazy,” Shippo offered shakily. Kagome started trying to catch Inuyasha’s panicked gaze.

“Just focus on me,” she hummed sadly as Inuyasha continued to twitch out of control – his head whipping occasionally to the entryway like he half-expected the mob to break in here and swarm him again. A warm hand cautiously reached out before gently taking the shell of his ear between two fingers and lightly massaging the downy flesh. Oxygen flooded the room and Inuyasha's eyes fluttered closed. 

"There we go. Just focus on me," Kagome's warm voice soothed as her other hand reached up to give the neglected ear the same treatment, "There we go. Just breathe."

The room began to spin and with a miserable groan, Inuyasha spread out on the ground so he didn't just careen there. Kagome applied slightly more pressure and the tension started to melt out of his locked up muscles.

"There we go. Just focus on me," she repeated. His head was gently lifted and deposited into a warm lap. Fingers carded through his hair.

"Just focus on me."

[the-purple-shirted-tickler]

First Session megapost!

As requested, I’ll go into more detail!  Not only did I finally get to have my first tickling session, but I had the honor of being part of a group gang tickling none other than @yourlittlettoy !  Earlier in the day at that little gathering, @theswitchfinch and @mikoz6916 had taken their turns getting wrecked and were looking for some revenge, and Cece said she wanted multiple lers so they invited me to join them in destroying her!

She shyly admitted she didn’t want a safeword, so we agreed that when she was desperate enough to say “tickle” instead of “t-word” we’d take that as a safeword!

We started with her in spread eagle cuffs on a bed, mostly upperbody but all over really.  I’m more of a feet guy personally, but in this first session I was pleasantly surprised just how fun tickling Cece’s upperbody was!

Sometimes it was hard to tell who was getting which reactions with the absolute chaos of three lers overwhelming poor Cece, but on occasion I’d notice the other two had stopped to enjoy the show and what I was doing really was driving her nuts by itself!  You know that incredulous reaction lers have where they’re surprised just how ticklish a lee is?  Yeah, that’s real. (At least this time)

Cece wasn’t blindfolded, but half the time she might as well have been from squeezing her eyes shut and her hair getting increasingly messy from all of her thrashing.  However, I did treasure the moments where we’d slow down and she’d plead with her eyes for things not to get worse.

If you’ve followed Cece’s tumblr for more than five minutes you’ll know most of her reactions: loud laughter, “pleeeeaaaaase!”, “stahahahahahap!”, and the like.  There were plenty of those, and everyone in the other rooms at the gathering surely got to hear it live from where they were, but we discovered a new one too!  Eventually certain reactions included her giving this lower groan as if to say “UGH this is so embarrassing how flustered and ticklish I am right now” so of course we lers were happy to mimic and tease her for that as well!  Still not sure exactly what was prompting that reaction, so I suppose we’ll have to do more science later

Any tag readers on her page will know that Cece claims to be an escape artist.  That’s partially true.  She could occasionally get her arms free from the wrist restrains, but she was no match for the fact that at least one of the three lers would be more than happy to pin down her escaped limbs while the others continued to tickle the sensitive spots that couldn’t quite escape

Speaking of sensitive spots, totally don’t read the classified information in the following strikethrough but I noticed her upper inner thighs, neck, underarms, and soles got some great screams out of her

When she got to the point where she was begging and saying she’d “do anything” to stop her current predicament, I curled the monkey’s paw and had her agree to move over to the bondage table/stocks and have that be a breather for her as we applied the new bondage.

A previous session that day had broken the latch on Clay’s stocks, but the new shin straps on that setup were the MVP keeping her feet in place.  The toeties weren’t the greatest but I suspect Cece was a good sport playing along like her toes really were stuck there for a while because she loves it

I’m told one of the other lers was at her head for the table portion whispering teases into her ears to fluster her even more, but you’d have to ask Cece what was said!  I’m sure she’d love to tell you and won’t at all be blushing and flustered, right?

I went to grab the baby oil, at first originally planning to go straight to her feet with it, but then the other two suggested I should come put it on her underarms while they had them nice and vulnerable!  “Well, don’t mind if I do!” was went through my head.  And don’t worry, I was sure to make plenty of eye contact as I spread it, and Cece being the excited masochist she is was all to happy to reciprocate

I did wind up returning to her feet with the oil and got a good amount of finger tickles on them while the others continued with her upperbody, but I only got about five seconds of hairbrush tickles on one of her feet before the other slipped free from the previously-broken stocks and our session’s timeslot was up!  I think we need more time with that next time, don’t you?

While we were cooling down, Cece was saying "I hate you guys” and she was totally for real and we totally believed it, it’s not like she loves being a ticklish masochist or anything, right?

I did throw in a nice little foot massage during the cooldown, I hope you liked that Cece

Hope you had half as much fun reading all that as I did being part of it!  Thank you so much to everyone there for including me and finally making my dreams come true!

[siillly]

small star, big impact

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Remus lupin x gn! reader

fluff (you have to trust me on this one)

a/n this is my first upload here, dont be mean or i'll cry

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You found yourself tossing and turning in bed, acknowledging it wasn't worth it when the brink of sleep escaped you yet again.

It became sort of a habit now, not being able to sleep and instead turning to wander the never-ending halls of Hogwarts. This habit started multiple years ago already. It was calming, in a sense. So many things, friend groups and professors changed in the time you were here, but you could always fall back on this, it never changed.

Whenever you snuck out of your dorm, it was clear you probably weren't gonna be able to fall asleep, but it was worth it for that moment of peace. Nothing could compare to it.

Your roommates grew used to those habits by now, you were thankful for their understanding even though you didn't really talk to them, to no one at Hogwarts, really.

Your brother always gushed about how amazing Hogwarts was, including the people. Whenever he came back for summer break you were instantly prepared for the flood of information you would get from him, he graduated a few years ago already, but you still looked back on how excited he was to share everything with you, yet you never really understood it.

 Yes, Hogwarts really was a magical place, all the magic in that place sometimes even felt overwhelming. But you never actually fit into a certain group, you were quiet, always observing, people thought you were scheming things. As if. The only thing which could keep a mind occupied was astronomy, often lost in your own star constellations.

Opening the door of your dorm and stepping out quietly, the slight breeze from outside felt welcoming. You quietly tip-toed across the wooden floorboards in the common room, the only sound that could be heard was the quiet crackling of the fire no one ever really bothered to put out. You stopped for a moment, leaning against the cold walls and sighing. Not getting sleep so frequently really wasn't healthy, and it wasn't helping your academic scores either, but there was nothing you could do. You didn't want to ask Madam Pomfrey for more sleeping draughts, not wanting to admit to her, and yourself, that you really weren't getting better, but rather, worse.

Rising up from your slouched position against the wall, you slowly set out to the halls, occasionally sliding across the floor boards because of your socks, careful not to make unnecessary noise. Stepping out of the portrait hole, you continued your march down the endless stairs. The portraits were now empty, it was unusually quiet, but your pace never faltered.

Stepping out into the empty halls always felt so freeing, it was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop. Because of this, every time your joints cracked, you mentally cursed your old man bones. The sound always spread across the hall in waves, leaving behind a slight echo for a short while.

From wandering out here so often, you knew almost every inch and corner of Hogwarts like the back of your hand. Being acquaintances with a prefect made it even easier, you knew who and where people were on patrol. You have basically memorised their schedules for your sake. It was a lot later after their rounds that you usually got out. But it wasn't common to see two prefects getting carried away doing,,, whatever really.

As you continued your stroll through the halls, you couldn't help but admire the candles floating around you, the candlelight always casted a soft glow around the place, it was pleasant to look at. If you focused on the lights for longer, you’re pretty sure the soft tap of steps around the corner would have gone unnoticed.

Before anyone can catch you, you quickly slid behind a statue with practiced ease. It was close, the steps now turned the corner and you notice it is a few pairs, probably close to three, accompanied by murmuring among the three.

“I find it hard to believe he just left in the middle of the night unprompted.”

the steps came to a halt, you could hear the conversation clearer now.

“Maybe he just needed time to himself?” a weaker, squeakier voice replied.

“Oh come on, you know Moony and his wolfiness, but he definitely would have had a reason.” a third, deeper voice said, accompanied by a chuckle.

“It's not impossible, but don’t you think it would have to be something serious for him to leave? Just like that? He never does that, he would probably wake Sirius if he needed someone.”

A collective sigh came from the three, the steps could be heard picking up again, in the direction of the stairs you came from earlier.

There it was, three boys, one with insanely messy short hair and his signature glasses, the second one with shoulder-length hair, which he cut a bit shorter after summer, and the last, short blonde boy who you shared Transfiguration with.

  You knew them, of course you did. They were in the same house for Merlin’s sake, you never really spoke to any of them though. Their presence was loud and lively, there was never a beat of silence when they were around, which didn't really match you well.

You snapped out of your short daze to see them already long gone, stepping out from behind the statue and making your mind up on where to go next.

You had already known you would probably end up here, as you sauntered up the stairs of the astronomy tower, your steps making next to no noise, as you knew which stairs creaked and which didn't (with a lot of trial and error). Moving along the stairs with ease, you stopped dead in your tracks at the top. You heard a soft sound, it was a sob. You held your breath in anticipation if anyone was here, or if it was just your imagination. Then you heard another one, a quieter one. Holding your breath and turning to where the sound was coming from, your heart nearly shattered into pieces.

A boy, probably in your year as well, was sitting in the corner, back turned away from you. The sight was heartbreaking, he was shaking, the sobs could only be described as broken, sounding choked back, like if someone was fighting them really hard but could not keep it in anymore.

You stood like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do. Would they tell on you for being here so late at night? Should you just leave them alone? Your heart melted into a puddle of sympathy and sadness, knowing they probably needed someone right now. You slowly made your way over to him and gently sat down by his right side. The boy noticed your presence, the sobs quieting down almost immediately. 

You spoke first, your voice quiet in an attempt to not startle the boy more than your presence already has. “You go out here often?”      

 Turning to face the boy, you could see his eyes tinted red from crying, he sniffled. “Don't worry, i won't tell on you, i go here almost nightly myself” No response. “If you want, I can go. Everyone needs time to themself, and I am just now realizing I probably interrupted a time you wanted to be alone in, considering you went all the way here” You hurriedly blurted out, standing up so you can go again. This was probably shaping up to be one of the really awkward moments you would replay before sleep.

“Wait” you turned to face the boy “I-I, plea-” His voice cracked. “Please don't leave.” He said with a hint of urgency in his voice.

You made eye contact with him, his brown eyes standing out even in the midst of the night. “Okay, I'll stay. I didnt wanna go back down there anyway, you’re Remus, right?” The boy nodded in response. “Your friends were looking for you, I overheard them on my way here. They sounded pretty worried.”  You said as you sat down, at arms length to the boy. He sighed, “Yeah, that sounds pretty much like them. I can't blame them though, I have been a bit off recently that they for sure noticed it.”

 You chuckled, “Well I'm not gonna be prying any information from you.” Laying down on your back, you looked out to the starry sky. “Do you know anything about the stars?” Remus followed you,laying on his back next to you. He was glad you weren't looking at him, he for sure looked like a mess, teary eyes and messy hair. He ran a hand through his hair and wiped at his eyes again. “Uh- Padfoot- sorry, Sirius sometimes talks about them, but i don't know much ... Not like I wouldn't be interested! I just, never really had the chance.”

You tried to suppress a chuckle at his stumbling, ultimately failing to do so, earning you a glare from Remus and a soft kick to your shin. “Ah! My heart! And my leg! Remus, you have deeply wounded me!” You sprawled out on the floor, dramatically putting your hand over your heart, failing to suppress the smile from his shenanigans. “And here I thought no one could surpass the dramatics of Sirius Black, I think he now has great competition” He turned to you,with a slight smile, only illuminated by the light of the moon and stars. The change in his mood was sudden, but not unwelcome. You were just happy it seemed that his mind wasn’t lingering on whatever upset him earlier. 

“Well good thing for you-” you said as you pointed your finger at him accusingly “I heed great knowledge about astronomy! And for someone so uncultured, I could possibly spare some time of the day so that he may learn all about it!” He sighed, the smile on his face growing wider “Tell me, just what can I do to stop you from talking like… this?” You grinned and looked back to the sky, replying “Ah, does my prosperous vocabulary trouble you?, I guess I can tone it down a little..”

The night was spent pointing out constellations and curious questions being thrown both ways. You wondered how you managed to avoid Remus for so long, seeing as you both spent time in the same places, and your interests overlapped seemingly everywhere. Unbeknownst to you, Remus felt the same. He found it easy to be in your presence. He knew the rest of his little group would endlessly question him about his whereabouts when he got back to them, but he didn’t seem to care about that, or anything else at the moment.

 You completely drowned out his worries and he’d be damned if he let another opportunity slip through his fingers, simply because he felt unworthy.

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[bringbackmaes14]

My mom has her TV on in her room almost 24/7 and it's always on some news outlet or other. We talk a lot about politics and world/national/local events. And we do have a lot of varying views on a lot of things but we're both adults who are capable of saying "well we've both stated we have differing opinions and it's clear that we're actually arguing at this point and not just talking so let's put away the topic for now." But there are also other times where I'm just too overwhelmed by my own life to think about what's going on in the bigger world around me, so my mom knows to be hesitant to bring up news stuff with me (i.e. she doesn't just start talking about politics/world events with me rather she'll ask if I'm in the mindset to discuss things when she wants my opinion on something). This is all relevant.

We've always been able to talk about nearly everything from the economy to the school system to human rights to human tragedy and we've never tried to censor ourselves around each other (outside of getting too emotional with our language). But about two weeks ago when the United Healthcare CEO was assassinated, my mom, who is in her 50s, came to me and she said "Did you see that the CEO of United Healthcare got unalived?"

And I just sat there and looked at her completely confused and she was like "did you not hear about it? It's all over the news. It happened in clear view on the street." Like the problem was that I hadn't heard of the event not that my Gen-X mother had just in a real life conversation said the word "unalived".

And I told her as much. "Yes I've heard that. Why did you say 'unalived' instead of 'murdered'?

And she told me that she just thought that since I'm touchy about heavier topics sometimes (which is definitely true, that does occasionally happen) she thought it would be better to just not use the "heavy" words. I asked her if she realized, honestly, how stupid that was because regardless of the word she used, she was still talking about a murder, it didn't change the subject matter, she was only making the subject matter seem less significant and severe by changing the word to baseless internet lingo that a bunch of misguided, clout-chasing influencers spread.

She hadn't. She's doesn't use the Internet replacement words a lot, online or otherwise. This was a first. She thought this was a different situation, and a fine one to use it in, and like the above stories people shared, it's still not.

I'm allowed to say there are days where I want to avoid heavier topics because I'm overwhelmed. I'm allowed to not ever really discuss certain topics because they actually trigger me based on my own experiences. But people who are out here living their whole lives like just talking about about difficult or controversial topics, or asking questions about it, or enjoying media where it's portrayed (especially when it's actually portrayed respectfully) are being ridiculous, and they're handicapping themselves. They're never going to learn how to talk about hard things, or how to handle hard things. And honestly I feel bad for them.

Luckily, in my case, once I explained why my mom saying what she said was incredibly weird and honestly devaluing to the conversation, she backtracked and told me that (like I said above) she doesn't talk like that regularly and she has no intention to start; it's just that this was a huge news event and that day had been particularly rough for me emotionally and she wasn't sure how to approach it. So her intentions were good and I'm very lucky that she understands and also agrees that the Internet censorship language is incredibly unnecessary.

we have GOT to kill tiktok/twitter self-censorship i just witnessed a grown adult say the word “smex” out loud to our professor