#unnnhhh

[keichanreads]

bestie virtually shows up 😁

[endless-ineffabilities]

Imagine Ewan getting down and dirty at his parents house late at night when everyone is sleeping. His family is in for the holidays and he just has this fantasy of doing it in the dining table and the next day he is just giggles during holiday dinner and his mom asks what is going on with you Ewan and he just giggles and shakes his head and reader kicks him under the table.

I need to go to church or some religious house

On the dining table?? Where meals are consumed????

You do need to go to some religious house (nice phrase btw lol) 😩😩😩😩😩

18+ (😶)

The Mitchell family's dining table proved to be sturdy indeed. Made of varnished oak, it was the most imposing piece of furniture in the entire house—spanning 7.5 feet lengthwise and seating 10 people at a time. Perfect for your boyfriend's extended family.

It barely creaked as Ewan's hips slammed into yours with a bruising, brutal pace that almost dragged the whimpers from your throat.

"Unnnhhh, shit," you whined helplessly, sounding every bit like the coquettish slut of a girlfriend who lets herself be fucked on the family's dining table.

When your head lolled to the side, eyes rolling to the back of your head, Ewan actually growled, "Eyes on me, love. Wanna see ya."

He had been extra demanding and needy lately. Surprising, given your domestic setup for the holidays. You thought he would be able to reign himself in around his family, but on the contrary, the boy's libido increased tenfold.

Touching you under the table. Taking you from behind in the shower, your breasts pushed up against the fogged-up glass. Eating you out on his childhood bed.

And for the winner, fucking you on the dining table.

Granted, it was 2 am and no one knew any better, the house a steady murmur of snores and sleeptalking—but still.

You arrived at your peaks almost in sync, biting down on each other's shoulders to keep from screaming. Errant streams of cum dripped from your pussy down onto the wood, giving it an added sheen.

You spent a good 20 minutes making sure that not a single trace of your bodily fluids were left on the surface.

The Mitchell family needed to be shielded from the knowledge that their golden boy had ravished his girlfriend into oblivion in the very spot where they shared their family dinners.

[melanated-writersblock]

(O.M.G.P) One Month Grace Period

Toji x Chubby/Plus-Size!Black!Female!Reader

~No Nut November is over, and Toji couldn’t think of anything more exciting than turning you into his free use slut to bring in the new month😘

A/N & Warnings: I’M SORRY YALL I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE STORY IT IS LONG AS FUCK!!! But it’s not just porn with no plot!!! (For those of you that aren’t just in it to get mentally dicked down, I wrote a prologue! The link is below and can be read before you start this fic!)

LIKES ARE COOL, BUT COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE BETTER! PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! ALSO DON’T COPY MY SHIT. I WILL KNOW.

Content: Multi-sex scenes, praise/degradation, free-use so dub-con, Oral (f receiving), a small bit of spit kink in there, fingering, shower sex, couch sex, kitchen sex, bedroom sex, unprotected sex, What did NLE Choppa say? MEAT TO MEAT! WALL TO WALL! COOCHIE TO MY BALLS!🗣️ (18+ MDNI)

SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: Freaky Bih from Da A - Louisvt, Fuck The World - Brent Faiyaz, What You Need - Don Toliver, 2AM - SZA, Ambré’s Interlude - Destin Conrade, Animosity/ Dear Xodi - Johnny Rain

Prologue - November 30th

December 1st

12:45 AM.

Your thighs quivered as Toji pounded into you relentlessly, the lewd sound of skin slapping as his precum mixed with your wetness filled the room. It felt too good, you didn’t know whether to scream or just shut up and take it. Between Toji having one arm over you bracing the headboard and the other pushing your thighs back, knees near your chest, you felt yourself getting a little too close. “Oooh- Toji, I’m gonna….oh fuuuhhhkkk~” Toji chuckled at your mewling, “Look at you, only 45 minutes in and you’re ready to cum on my cock like a greedy little slut.” His pace slowed, almost painfully. “I didn’t give you permission to do that just yet, Princess.”Watching his girth slide in and out of you, Toji brings two fingers to the base of his dick where your cream spills out with each thrust and sucks his fingers clean. You can’t help but moan at the sight of something so sinful yet passionate, you clench around him as his slow pace persists. Too far gone and busy chasing ecstasy, you didn’t notice Toji move his arm from gripping the headboard to cradle the back of your head as he leaned his weight into you, with his mouth next to your ear. “Yeahhh you’re clenching around me so tight, you’re such a fucking slut. Taking this dick like the good little bitch you are, you’re so fucking wet for me.” “Unnnhhh~” “Ooohhh, yeah. Yeah?” “Yes-yes-yes~fuccck!” “Come on Baby, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me~” “Toji don’t make me……fuck…….please…..Toji pleaseee~” His pace picks up, “How hard was that, Hmm? You’re too shy to ask me to cum but you’re making a mess on my cock with no problem.” As his thrusts get harder he cradles your head, blocking it from hitting the headboard, his fingers weaving through your box braids, your floral bonnet long gone, thrown somewhere on the nightstand. You hold onto his sturdy arms for some sort of anchor, as you feel your soul quite literally about to leave your body. You let the sudden wave of pleasure take over your body as you shudder, mouth open, screaming vulnerably, eyes closed, with tears brimming. “Yesss, cum for me, give it to me, give it to me. Ohhhh, Good Girl!”

9:19 AM.

“Ah fuckkkk, that’s it~” Toji hoisted you against the tiled shower wall with your full legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you, the supple flesh of your ass moving with ease as he guides you onto him, the steam of the hot shower shrouding the entire bathroom in a thick fog. Your morning routine took a turn when your shower time got sabotaged by Toji and his morning wood. So here you were, getting lifted up and impaled on his dick like you weighed absolutely nothing. Still dazed from the midnight session, the pleasure was intense, and you were honestly, still kinda sensitive. You leaned your back against the warm tiles and pushed your hands on his sculpted chest to brace yourself and lessen the force of the thrusts, but each time you’d lean against the wall he would lean back so your full weight was on him and your breasts were flush against his chest. Despite your voluptuous stature, he was able to manhandle you and throw you around like a simple bag of sugar. One of his many redeeming qualities, and admirable…..but not in this situation. “Come on Baby, you were being so good for me earlier. You sensitive?” You couldn’t speak, and he knew it. Toji got off at the thought of you still being fucked out and a moaning mess. It haunted his dreams all November. Imagining how many ways he could make you cum on him, scream and writhe in pleasure, all while he’s still chasing his first high.

12:04 PM.

You knew the kitchen incident would have to be addressed at some point, but this isn’t how you expected it to go. “Move your fucking hand.” “Toji pleaseeee, you’re gonna make me cum again~” “That’s the whole point, now move your hand and keep your legs open.” You were in the process of making lunch because you and Toji agreed that you both were hungry, but apparently you weren’t on the same page. Toji made quick work of lifting you onto the kitchen counter and throwing your thighs over his shoulders before going to town. Looking down at him from your seated position, his tousled black hair visible as he laps up your juices. “You taste so fucking good Princess~” Toji was wearing you down, every single word out of his mouth brought you that much closer to your next orgasm, “~Thank you”. He stops for a moment to give you a kiss and you moan, tasting yourself on him. “You’re being so obedient” Toji spits, and the long string of saliva slowly trickles down from your clit to your pussy. You look at him full of awe and arousal at how irrationally hot that little trick was. Laughing at your reaction, he spits on his middle and ring finger before plunging them into your dripping pussy. Starting off slowly in a “come hither” motion, he watches as your eyes roll back at the sensation, using his second hand to toy with your clit. “Aww, my obedient little fuckdoll, looks so cute when she’s gonna cum.” FUCK, you couldn’t take it anymore, he’s too good at this. He didn’t even cum yet!

4:32 PM.

“Shiiiiiit!” You cry into the plush sofa armrest as you make poor attempts to squirm away from Toji’s firm grip on your wide hips as he pulls you back onto him. Your ass ripples as he speeds up his pace at an almost inhuman speed, your whimpering and cries growing louder. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Toji’s brutal pace finally started to falter, something that rarely happens…meaning he’s definitely close. He pulls out, and some of his precum mixed with yours spills out of you. “Not yet Princess, get up for me.” Seeing your dumbstruck state, Toji peels your dazed frame off of the armrest. He sits at the edge of the sofa, legs parted and sits you on top of him with your back to his chest and your legs spread on either side of his. “Theeere we go~”, Toji slides his throbbing dick along your pussy as you shudder, leaning your body back against his in a moment of recovery, resting your head back on his shoulder. He kisses your neck before moving to your ear to whisper, “Here’s what’s gonna happen…I’m gonna finish fucking your brains out, and you’re gonna cum again while I fill you up. Okay?” All you could do was sigh. “Nod, if you understand Princess…” you shake your head subtly still catching yourself. Toji noticed this, and gave you time before snaking his arm around your tummy. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He slides into you, and you cry out, “Shhh, shh, shh, breathe. You’re okay.” His pace starts to pick up, “Ahhhhhhhhh~” “I knowww, Baby, I knowww, Fuck!” Toji’s words started to slur as he continued to fuck you, a creamy mess pooling at his lap as you both began seeing stars, “Fuuhhkkk you look so pretty like this, shit. You want me to cum inside of you, hm? You want me to fill you up? Turn you into my…..fuck…..my little cumdrunk slut?” “Unnnggggg fuck, Toji, Yeeeeesssss~” You couldn’t help yourself as the tears began to fall, you were in too deep (and so was he), and too far gone to know what the fuck was going on anymore. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami….so strong until you didn’t even realize you squirted all over Toji and went unconscious for 10 seconds. Coming to, Toji was already grabbing a blanket and water for you, “Good Girl, you did amazing cumming all over me like that. I’m so proud of you.”. You smiled, nestling into him as you settled down. Finally, a moment of peace. On the verge of nodding off, you couldn’t help but feel a particular unsettled energy. You look at Toji, who seems relaxed…but not the type of relaxed that someone that just had an orgasm should be. “Toji?” “Hm?” “You didn’t finish…did you?” He looks at you with a mischievous grin, “Not one bit.”

This is going to be a looong month.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Could you please write something about a woman giving birth on the stairs? As she struggles to walk up each step brings her waters closer to bulging out until she can no longer walk

A lovely idea, I might have one for you and this one you may find acceptable to your taste.

On the other hand, I am grateful for your ideas!

A Step Forward

TW: 18+, minors Dni

In the midnight, she runs from oncoming shots as they zip pass her puffing up into smoke with each that hits the ground, she then runs into an alleyway and enters into an abandoned building through the backdoor.

As Charloette slams the door shut, she feels an intense contraction under her abdomen and her waters begin to heavily flow and stain the mat.

Gasping loudly, her leotard soaked as the pain rushed in horridly wrapping around her bump as she clutched her bumps midsection as she let's her mouth gape open wide without a sound.

Her arm wraps into her bump as she waddles forward to the steps out of the basement, the pains still surrounding her body beginning to release the restless twins within her.

Once she takes the steps up, she feels a huge thundrous pain ring into her hips as she falls onto her knees and squeals "Gnnmmhh!" and bears down leaning forward with her thighs spread open unable to close from the sheer pains she was experiencing entirely.

As she puffs, she regains her footing and is heading up the steps further up as a noise physically worries her within her vunerable position, she hastens her waddle.

On each step she struggles to hold in the massive mass beginning to peek through, reaching a turnaround to up further to the second floor, she collapses and held on the railings that turn the corner.

Laid on her hips, she bears down succumbed with the pains as her scarlet eyes widen and then she gasps with heavy groans "Ah! Hu- u unnnhhh!" As the mass begins reaching the midpoint and as she heaves slowly receeds.

She reached into her strapped heel boots, grabbing a dagger then regaining herself gripping the handrails and her arm held carefully underneath her massive bump.

Heading up the steps, a contraction pangs increasingly worse as she endures further upwards the steps, grunting while taking furthering steps to the safest floor.

Bearing down with each step upwards, the massive head begins to slightly peak while rushing with fluids as she grunts louder "A- Hggg- nnggghhhh! Ngh!" with the crowning widening further out.

As she steps forward, each furthering the crowning more and more until exshaustion collapses in and she falls to her thighs.

She bends over and leans into the railing, pressing her chin into her chest and then bearing down heavily and crowning fully.

She gasps, grunts as she reachs the full crowning or the ring of fire, inhaling the ginormous breath as she screams loudly.

"Nggg- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Dropping the dagger, clutching her bump feeling the head burst violently and with shoulders rushing out even quicker.

——————————————

The baby sploshed onto the concrete, she then rushed to cradle the small babe and intensely held onto the dagger's hilt.

She waddles onto the final steps up, reaching the third floor with the second crown slowly forming as she pushes with each step up the stairs until the pain succumbs her down.

On her fours she laid the firstborn to the side, she bore down with one push and had yelled loudly with the whole body dangling out of her.

Exshauting herself completlely, she reached onto the baby with her gloved hands as she reached under black dress and pulled it out.

Slowly laying onto her back, grabbing her crystal earring and finnessing it with her managing to cut the cord with an earring.

[vera-king-hrfl]

So I guess it's technically next week, so I owe you guys the next chapter of Fire, Ice, and Darkness. I know @cinnasalmon seemed excited, so I'm posting a little happy ending for them right here, but there's a link to the full chapter as well. C.W: Here there be smut. Read at your own risk.

You lean forward to kiss him, his breathy pleas making your stomach flutter and your calves cramp, and he releases your wrists to wrap his arms around you and pull you against him, tilting his head to kiss you deeply. You run your hands down his body, loving the feel of the smooth skin between raised lines beneath your fingers, now slick and gleaming with oil. He is so hot, so hard and strong. You almost tell him no, desperate to feel all of him again, uncaring about your lack of preparation, the feel of his hardness against you setting your nerves on fire. But you want this too. You want to watch him as he comes apart in your hands. So after a too short time, you pull back and nod, biting your lip. “I would love that. Would you direct me, so I know exactly what you want? Will you talk to me while I do it? Do not regulate your language, please. I love your voice. I want to hear how I make you feel. Tell me what to do, Zevlor.”

He groans, closing his eyes for a second, then opens them and nods, “you need no assistance to destroy me, but if that is what you desire… my words may become less… refined.” His expression is suddenly darker and more fierce. “Move your hands down, down my stomach. Yes, like that.” He slides his hips forward, leaning back a bit and bracing himself with his hands on the back of the footstool, watching your face. “Kiss me there, just a little. Unnnhhh yesss…” You kiss his rippling muscles briefly, drawing your tongue up the lovely cross bisecting his navel. “Now… reach down… pull my… loosen my pants and… pull out my cock.” You do so, amazed once again at the thick, hard ridged length in your hand. He raises his hips so you can slide the trousers down a little further, easing your access. You love the sound of his moan as you squeeze lightly, catching your tongue between your teeth.

“Uhhhhmmmm… yes, yes… please… oil me with the salve, use both hands, all the way down… gods your hands.” He groans roughly as you spread the oil along his length, moving from the tip of him to the base, your fingers barely able to fit all the way round him. “I can’t, I need… take my pants off, all the way. Let me spread my legs more.” You pull the fabric down his heavy thighs, over his hard calves, and away, tossing it aside as he lets his knees fall apart, panting, his hips flexing as you return your grip to his shaft. “Slowly. Start slowly. Stroke my cock. Yes gods yes like that. Slow. Careful. I can barely hold it… fuck… yesssss… Kiss my inner thigh. Gentle. Soft. Lick me there… I’ve dreamed of this… gods yes I love it.” You kiss his steaming thigh, giving a little kitten lick, pumping him slowly, starting at the base and sliding up to the crown, giving a slightly firmer squeeze around his swollen head, repeating the gesture downward, fascinated by his expression, deeply aroused by the words tumbling from his lips. He drops his head back whines, but then clears his throat and returns his gaze to you.

He is breathy now, panting a bit, sweat beading on his brow, holding your eyes. “Feels so good you’re making me feel so… a little faster. Grip my cock tighter yes gods if you keep doing that… fuck… going to come in your hands… soon, soon… darling yes…” You stroke faster, harder, milking him, tightening each scalding slide toward the end, his shaft throbbing in your hands. “My thigh… bite me. Hard. But get ready… So close. Want your tongue in my mouth when I come.” He shifts, holding himself on one hand as his body shakes, and tangles his fingers in your hair as you lower your head again and sink your teeth into the meat of his sensitive inner thigh. He yelps, his hips jerking, and drags you up by the hair to shove his tongue into your mouth, rutting into your hand, deep groans swiftly turning into desperate whimpering against your lips. A loud, cracked moan into your mouth, hand fisting in your hair, and then a sharp cry that you smother with a savage kiss and his shaft swells and spills a burning load into your hands. You don’t stop, dragging him through it, showing no mercy, releasing your grip with one hand to yank his head back by one horn and bite down on the soft exposed skin of his throat. He snarls into the air as you squeeze the last drops from him, feeling his whole body lurch and shake, his powerful thighs clenching around you, holding tight as he bucks his hips until his growls become whimpers again, finally ending in a tortured squeal. “Enough!” He snarls as he leans forward, releasing your hair and shoving you away from him, gasping and trembling. He slides down onto the floor, unable to support himself on the stool, and reaches for you, dragging you into his arms and crushing you to the blazing inferno of him, panting.

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy is in a tickle machine that gives tickle jobs. When the gigglecum goes everywhere, the tickle sponges come out and scrup Miss Amy clean with giggly delight

Don't worry this tickle machine is made for Amy. It knows to tap on a belt and tickle your wonderful feet right under the toes l. Purple feathers and silky ribbons to teases all your ticklish muscles and chest buttons

Another round in the domed pleasure paradise ~ I can't help but notice how some of the watchers prefer to look at me directly through the opaque purple dome while others are glued to the live feeds on smaller displays outside the unit or gathered on the giant TV in the center of the break room which is currently showing the sponges being lathered up in preparation. Apparently I'm about to blow again ~ well, shoot dang~ The data-oriented team members are always congregated in the stats corner where the analytics on my body and reactions pile up like they usually do~ apparently I'm on track to break a record here. But I'm not going to make it easy for this stupid machine. The lotioned up puce hand is wiggling its digits in anticipation. I know this hand well, it has more technique than all the others and could probably deliver untold pleasures to anyone ~ were it not employed to use that unbelievable talent for evil.

I push back in the restraints. The machine squeals as it redoubles its positioning of my body ~ perfectly held and bent slightly so the whirling teasing fluffy furry wheels of feathery doom can make contact with my pinkened tush and backs of my inner thighs. This is it ~ the hand opens its fingers in anticipation. I just have to hoooollllddd tightttt ~ the employees in the break room who have placed their wagers start cheering. If I can stay taut I can stave off the handjob a little longer ~ anddddd fffffffff ~ not todayyy, not todayy ~ I'm squealing squeaking madly as those impossibly soft fluffs tease at my sensitive backside ~ my thighs quiver and my hips struggle and twisttttt and thennnn I'm flung forward, cackling out my giggles and blushing furiously as I see my aroused princess part bouncing and flopping right to the waiting villainous hand making a 'come hither' motion~

I try to focus on the large display showing my princess part as it lands into that waiting wicked machine hand. Silly I know, but sometimes imagining it's a faraway giggle girl and not me helps~ but only slightly, because now I'm definitely most definitely gigglemoaning in all my desperation. Ghhh~ I want it sooo bad. I can't help itttt ~ and weirdlyyy I just can't help but want to give them the show they came to the breakroom for. I know Brooke will be reviewing my performance later, probably having me bound to her flower bed while she evaluates and teases me and makes me watch as she re-calibrates her machinery. Always going on about being the inventor of my flower belt and me owing her all my "research material" blah blahhhh unnnhhh I guess that was me gigglecrying out her name again. So many giggledrops ~ the hand won't stop milking, the tickly brushes wheel about my body making me push further and give everything I've got. I suppose being wrapped in the purple dome with all these ribbons across my arms and legs is somewhat artful as I'm made to ticklegasm yet again~

Those sponges emerge and the squeaky sounds start. I swear they are piped in from unseen speakers ~ cleaning tools shouldn't make those sounds right? It's so silly and guh. Now I'm screaming giggling again. The hand was not intending to give me a clean gigglecum by any means and now those stupid sponges are having a field day on my wiggling spent body. And it looks like I get no reprieve today ~ maybe I shouldn't have sassed them so badly when I was being put into the dome today ~ the panels under my toes are already open again and the toe ticklers are rearing back to snare each one and fill the gaps with those evil little conveyors of soft material. Annnndddd mmmh~ the beltttt wellll shhheeet~ the machine is bringing the flower out and an array of tuning forks ~ I guesss today they really are going to kill meee because the toe tickles already have my queen part getting worked up again and nowww those forks are going to strike every petal until I'm dead~ what a way to spend my lunch break <3

[crosbyism]

I cant focus on nate because of that horrible brand name my brain tried to process for a good 30 seconds

i love it bc it sounds like something trixie mattel and katya zamolodchikova came up with for a bit. like it sounds so much like a made-up brand for a fake ad read:

[trixie mattel voice]: unnnhhh are you feeling thirsty? are you a thirsty little baby boy? baby, you need to CWENCH that! get 20% off now, slut, and if you’re still a thirsty dirty girl you can get our big pack!

[katya voice]: mama, i always need a big pack

[trixie voice]: and don’t i know it. back to you in the studio, nathaniel!

[keichanreads]

WHAT THE FUCK KATYA

[cookthatcrafter]

any youtubers you watch outside dteam? looking for some youtubers to watch :3

dteam my dteam i love them but. GMM has my back with constant, consistent uploads, for a literal decade. Highly recommend for a good, clean classic.

Any Austin, new one for me but hits great at work. Summoning Salt (also recommend) is the only video essayist I watched before this, but I like the vibes and the topics Austin covers like "Whiterun has a 9.4% unemployment rate".

Trixie Mattel & Katya, both their show Unnnhhh if you want short, lunctime videos and their video podcast if you want something longer. Trixie's also got her own MUA channel (Her two sims videos killed me)

Northernlion is my most employed, old man take but genuinely can play this man's videos all day no matter what game he's playing. It's a big bonus if you love a game he plays on that note everyone should get into Slay the Spire immediately

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My roommate said the Try Guys been putting out good stuff again so if you fell off or never picked them up I think it's a solid choice <- girl who fell off after nedgate and just overhears them now

[semiotextiana]

I fucking love seeing 2 inch lashes with no makeup and french gel nails. Like unnnhhh so hot

[boobpancakes]

people you'd like to get to know better

i was tagged by my lovelies: @faestelle @sims4thehoes @nefarrilou and @sumiileii thank you angels <;33♡

last song: lmao i'm back in my leonard era this week: this one to be exact favorite color: green! i'm basic and i DON'T CARE! currently watching: UnnnhHh with Trixie and Katya last movie: i showed my friends kung pow: enter the fist the other day currently reading: some random book i found at barnes and nobles on palmistry HAHAHA sweet/spicy/savory: i LOVE savory and sweet. spicy is good too but i'm a sucker for something savory last thing i googled: "who played juno's dad," bc i was arguing with my friend over who the dad was LMAO (JK Simmons BTW) current obsession: ball's gate the third, i can't stop playing it currently working on: i am working out a machinima idea i've wanted to execute for a while but keep losing the motivation on. hoping to keep the momentum going to finally see it through!~

i'm tagging: @elysiantrait @buttertrait @salemssimblr @apricote @shadowcursedballs @druidberries and whoever is reading this! i feel like i do these so late so i feel bad tagging a bunch of folks LMAO

[savior-of-humanity]

45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. // vash my friend vash :D

"Unnnhhh..."

Vash the Stampede groaned as he gradually slipped into the realm of consciousness, eyes fluttering open. Two things quickly came apparent to the blonde as he woke up - one, it felt like there was a miniature sandworm furiously trying to drill its way out the side of his skull. And two, he was upside down - specifically, somehow tangled up in some vines, not unlike when Meryl and Roberto came across him quite some time ago.

...Where was he, anyway? How did he get here? Even with his flipped perspective he could tell this place, wherever it was, was not Noman's Land.

Before Vash could ponder on his questions, though, gravity apparently decided to free him from his binds - the rope-like plants suddenly slackening, and with a yelp he promptly face-planted straight into the dirt.

Climbing to his feet, the Plant brushed himself off while taking in his surroundings - taking note of just how much greenery there was all around him. It was breath-taking, really, and he'd be tempted to just stand there in awe if it weren't for the fact that there was also a young girl lying unconscious only a couple feet away.

Naturally, his immediate response was to rush to her side despite not knowing her whatsoever - even with his tendency for people wanting his head for one reason or another. "Hey! Kid! You alright?!"

@rathalascendant

[phdmama]

7 & 14 for the gay asks?

Thanks anon!! xox

7. was there a queer artist/show/book/movie that you listened to constantly when you were in the closet?

okay, SO. I'm super old. It was a very very different world back then. There was one (1) gay book at the library and it was Annie On My Mind and I read that book.... unnnhhh let's just say many many many times.

14. "how did they not realize i was gay" moments?

probably my obsession with the above book haha. I will say, again - it was a really different time and there was no safety in exploring. It was terrifying for me - obviously, I don't feel that way anymore but yeah. It took me a long time (a few years for sure) to come out to anyone even though I knew pretty young!

Gay Asks

[lampp0st]

havent started packing yet but unnnhhh my room is clean amd i feel real

[missamyrisa2]

Since Miss Amy is teasing all the tickle bugs out there, it's only fair that she gets some teases back 😉 tippy tap nails all over her belt all while cooing in her sensitive ears tickly tickle talk to gigglemelt your brain. Soft purple feathers tickling those cute pits of yours with soft loving brushes. The nibbles and lickles on your toes and soles, especially on that spot under the toes. Once you are giggling out of your mind. The royal queen with get the softest tickle job until she "explodes" from ticklish she is 😈 the strong giggle mama loves her coochie coos

Such a stream of madness escaping my lips, I can stop it no more than I can control the gyrations of my body as each sensitive spot is being identified, catalogued, and thoroughly exploited by those endless soft touches.

ghhhhaaaa I hateeeee hate hateeee that you picked up on whereee my sensitivities are latelyyyy~!! Mmmmhh which are sensitive activities BY THE WAY And you cannnnnOOOTT! take advantage of themmmm I'm mmmhhh I'm the one who is giving pittygasms and toegasmssss these aren't for you to exploreee!! WHICH by the way you should be sooo interested in hearing youuuu ticklyyyy jerk!!! IS meee talking about those things which aren't the thing which is soooo bad you don't even knowww which is the tapsss fuckkkk I can't say thattttt I didn't say it you can't make me say ittt you can't handle the tRUUUTH gooossh that guy had a big mouth and I do tooo because whyyy did I Ever let on about the belllllttttt ghahhaaaa that word you are melting meeee oooooh what a worldddd!! Puttt those nailssss awayyy they're toooo nailyyyy you needed a hammer not an Amyyyyy~!!!

Such a funny thing, maybe one of my giggles is at the absurdity of how much working out I've done to build my strength and endurance and yet it all goes to waste under the teasing touch of a tickle. My poor biceps flex and strain, trying to do anything to stop this as they're made to twitch along with my increasingly pinkened belly. I suppose I should at least be grateful my tummy is getting a workout. And my voice. The sounds they're making me make are so absurd. I'm so vocal, between my endless babbling and increasingly loud giggling moans. But how could I ever hope to control myself when these touches are all over my body, in my most dreaded yet desired hot spots. I love how much I hate every moment ~ all these thoughts to avoid even thinking about what these taps are doing to me. Every ping ricochets into my ears like a twirling brush and I'm tickled from the inside out, every time my body registers contact at the metal buckle it's like a sash of tickles wraps freshly around my waist and hips. Every time this weakness is exploited my most royal parts betray me and throb madly, as if punishing me for being so ridiculous with this kink~ no matter how I thrash and twist and buck, those wicked nails follow the flower buckle and I'm made to feel such overloading sensations....

Okay okay okay okayyyyy why do purple feathers even existtt there's no purple birddd there's no plum chickadee chickadooooble blue foooted booobieeee ghhhmmmnnhhh get off my spotsssss did you know that stupid spot on 7-up had his own videooo gameeee? Hey let's go playyy itttt! nnnhhhhaa not the queen not the queeen keep awayyyy she's not bothered she's mmmhh pelehehease please nooo nooo jobbbb I quittttt I didn't even fill out my w-2 and this like a w-999999 because it tiiiiiicklessss!!! Nooo cooochie coooo noneeee mmh unnnhhh alll my working out for nooothinggggg~~ pleeease no more tappppss the flower is tapped outttttt no more nectar for youuuu buzzzy beee mmhhh bumbleeee beeeEEEEeeee~

And the tickles are still tickling, still are tickling. The magic words are said and there's no hope now. My muscles are beyond useless my arms and legs are complete noodles and my belly just limps as it is bullied beyond belief. Now the queen is hot andddd gooobyeee~