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[wicked-binch]

I’m alive frens life has been busy but I just wanna give all my moots hugs n kisses cuz I love them ❤️

[mistytwooo]

“I’m ready for you”

HI SAGE I LOVE YOU i come bearing a gordie joiner request take your time with it i know you have so many ....... but i fear the grief of others watch party is getting to me.

may i request gordie sucking strap... i just know he'd be so good at it 💯 like. would listen to everything you say. and then like. starts tearing up while sucking on it hm. yeah. im at that time of the month 100 emoji

cw (18+) : sub!gordie joiner, dom!reader, strap sucking, deep throating, drooling, coming untouched, dacryphilia

achilles ilysm i hope you like this

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gordie’s the softest guy you’ve ever met.

he’s gentle and funny and warm—warm like a fresh cup of tea on a cool spring morning, when the dew is beading at the tips of the growing grass.

when he touches your body, he makes this little noise at the back of his throat. soft, shaky, broken. like he thinks you’re made of glass and he’s afraid to crack you open and break you. you have to guide his palms over your stomach, up your sides, in between your thighs. and you’ve come to learn that he’s pliable; malleable, really. he thinks you know what’s best for him, so he lets you lead his movements. he lets you pull on his strings like he’s a marionette, bending and stretching and positioning his body to best fit what you need from him.

he loves it when you do that.

when you make him realize that you have all of the power, and that he’s at your mercy. and he loves that you’re not mean about it—you talk all sweetly to him when he’s got his cock inside you, and you kiss his cheeks when he starts to get overwhelmed. it’s a give and take situation, sure, he knows that, but he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. if this is how you want him, then this is how he’ll be.

now, it’s nearly 11:30 PM. you came home late about two hours ago and ate the meal he’d cooked for the both of you, praising him with your fingers in his short blonde hair. he’d melted against your body, arms around your waist, rocking on his feet from side to side to sway you in his hold.

“i’m ready for you,” he’d whispered in your ear, fingers beginning to fist the back of your shirt, “whenever you’re ready to have me too, i’ll be in your control..”

that was the most blatantly submissive thing he’d said to you since you met him about five months ago. he always had good manners, subtly present obedience, but that was something new. it simmered and snapped something in your stomach, and that was it. you’d slid your hand down to the waistband of his jeans and tugged him close.

“come with me,” you kissed his jaw.

he followed without any further prompt.

so now, at—again—nearly 11:30 PM, he’s on his knees between your parted legs. his palms wrapped around either side of your hips, his mouth beginning to suck the tip of your silicone strap over his tongue. he moans around it, shaking all over like a cold, wet puppy. his eyes flutter as he hollows his cheeks.

you slide a hand down and fist his hair just enough to get his attention. blue eyes lift immediately, lips parting and disconnecting from the dildo with a soft, wet smack. he pants like he’d been holding his breath.

“hands behind your back for me, gordie.”

in the next instant, his touch is off and gone and held behind his spine. he holds his wrists hard enough to falter his bloodflow.

“sorry.”

“don’t be. back down now, okay?”

he nods, and then dips his face to meet the length again. he slacks his jaw and swallows around the toy thickly, tears beginning to prick at his eyes when he coughs around the intrusion. his throat convulses, but he pushes his head down until he’s got half of the toy buried deep. he pauses there for a moment; heat swelling in gut. he gags, lurching forward a bit, then is quickly sedated by the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair.

“shhh, you’re alright.. i’ve got you,” you murmur, “take the rest for me, i know you can.. c’mon, pretty boy..”

he loves that nickname. you think he’s pretty.

he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

he blinks at the wetness glossing his eyes, and gulps down the remaining three inches. the feeling of tightness and fullness in his throat is unfamiliar and almost unsettling. more than anything, though, it’s hot—his erection straining against his zipper is enough proof of him believing that.

he wants to reach up and squeeze your thighs. wants to cry out and push his clothed boner against your foot.

he gags softly again, his cheeks puffing, then pulls off all at once with a strangled gasp. he chokes and coughs into his lap, drool spilling down his chin in thick strings. he didn’t know he’d been pooling so much of it around the rubbery cock. it’s kind of embarrassing.

you chuckle. your hand comes down and wipes the wetness clinging to his lashes. he usually cries when he gets too aroused and isn’t given relief, but this time the tears are more from exertion.

“back in,” you whisper.

he nods, gathering himself.

“i.. hngh.. will you hold—.. my hand..?”

the words come out desperate and needy. you can tell that he wants to say so much more. he probably wants to beg for you to let him touch himself, but you both know that that’d be too much too fast. slow is better.

“yeah, c’mere..” you reach out with your right hand and his left rises heavily from behind him to intertwine his fingers with yours. he squeezes tight. one more glance up at you, and he’s going back to his task.

he licks at his spit that sticks to the pink silicone and then parts his lips to mouth at the tip. flutters his tongue like you can actually feel the frenulum. it’s cute. then he squeezes your hand twice.

he whimpers around you.

you tilt your head as you catch sight of the dazed look in his eye. you know what he wants. he doesn’t even have to say it.

you arch your hips upwards and push the dick to the back of his throat. he reflexively coughs but moans in the moment right after—beginning to bob his head to the rhythm of your rolling pelvis. it feels like the air around you both is flexing.

“you take me so well.. you’re doing such a good job, gordie..” you reach down with your left hand and thumb at the saliva that’s dripping from his bottom lip. he squeezes his eyes shut at that and keens, tears finally spilling down his flushed cheeks. blond strands cover his forehead and splay out over his skin.

he tries to nod, but it only pushes you further down his throat. you watch his eyes open again momentarily just to roll back and flutter. he coughs wetly. you speed up your thrusts a bit, and each one of them causes a wet, lewd squelch to echo out from the suction of his mouth. he squeezes your hand hard, letting out a little sob as his shaft throbs in his clothing.

“open your throat, take me all the way one more time, hm? then i’ll lay you on the bed and make you feel good,” you murmur, low and silky.

he sniffles and blinks up at you. presses his palm to yours twice more, his fingers locked with your own.

he sits up a bit, curls over your lap, and swallows the rest of you down like he’d done a few minutes before. the tip of his nose actually presses to your lower stomach this time, his chin covered in spit and held against the balls of the toy. he groans around your silicone filling him perfectly. his entire body starts to quake a little as a result and then he’s crying out in a muffled warning. the thrums of pleasure in his body spring loose all at once.

his hips stutter forward in his seat on the ground. he’s coming, coming, coming.. so hard he can barely breathe, which the strap isn’t making any easier. you stroke his red cheek with your left hand, your fingers finding the shell of his ear next to comfortingly caress.

he splutters and pulls himself back, moaning and gasping and collapsing over your frame; strings of spit sticking to his plumped, pink lips and breaking off when his face falls into your thigh. his back is heaving while he catches his breath. little hiccups from stifled cries wrack his chest.

“okay, okay,” you hum, “.. it’s okay, i know that was a lot.. did you finish..?”

he nods weakly.

he feels like he just let you down.

you try to pull your hand from his, but he just holds yours tighter.

don’t let me go, he thinks, i need you right now.

you take the hint, using your free hand to run circles into his back as his head spins.

“nothing’s wrong, okay? you did such a good job for me, im so proud of you, so impressed..”

he shifts closer to the edge of the bed and suddenly moves both of his arms to wrap around your torso. he smushes his face into your stomach and then tiredly kisses his way up to your neck. “i didn’t mean to.. i just got so worked-up, and i missed you, and—..”

you stroke his hair, kissing the top of his head.

“you did great,” you earnestly murmur into his hair, “.. give me a kiss, baby.”

he sniffles and lifts himself from your shoulder, looking up to your eyes with his own puffy ones. his lower lip quivers before he presses it to yours. slow, soft, sweet. so him. you can taste the salt of his tears.

your hand on the back of his neck soothes him even more and he dissolves into you.

the disconnect causes him to let out a small, broken whine. his eyes are practically sparkling with the residual wetness, like they’re made of some beautiful gemstone. aquamarine, maybe. you sigh.

“how about you come join me on the bed now, and i’ll give you what i promised. let me handle you now, i’ve got you, you know that.”

he does know that.

when he first met you, the grief of losing his dad was fresh. it started in his marrow and was beginning to eat him from the inside-out, seeping into his organs and tainting everything he used to love. you had saved him—you’d helped him clean, held him when he cried, made sure he was eating enough. he owes you everything for that, even if you had told him that you don’t want anything in return. its too late now, he’s all yours. and he doesn’t plan to back out anytime soon.

“yeah, please..” he breathes out, swallowing around a whimper, “.. you’ve got me..”

[vulpinesaint]

can’t take this guy anywhere. the complainerrrrrrr

[thebedroomxo]

🛏️ • ❌⭕️

@lindsaycapuano

[scarlet97531]

⭕️❗️if Cross is my husband, does that make Asher my wife 🤔

[batatoooooo]

[hungriesttable]

I bet these two would have some absurd grudges against one another. Deep-seated anger yet unknown to man, only understood by still conductors and pink heaps of slime

[badbadbadbadtzmaru]

I missed his birthday because I was sick and also depressed );

[flatoatchi]

melon ramune is simply the best soft drink. melon cream soda is also delightful

[dokiyeom]

aya do u have a twt :D

wait i swear ive replied to this before but i made a twt just for tumblr now !!! its @/nyakoyako !!

[igsuperstar]

[surenlicious]

🕷️⭕️ISOLDE⭕️🕷️

❌Checked out my comic yet? ⭕️Join me on patreon or kofi to keep track of my art!

[scarlet97531]

⭕️❗️- normalize talking about your in system partners. I ducking love my husband, he’s literally ((not literally literally)) an angel and I would honestly be so useless without him, he gives great hugs and would absolutely bring me breakfast in bed if that didn’t require me getting out of bed too. Get birthday presents for your partners, celebrate your anniversary, show them cool rocks and leaves you find outside, go on dates, build a shrine in their honour! System relationships don’t have to just be in your head!

[batatoooooo]

[crescentpaws]

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[quarterlifekitty]

Desperate times

Based on the results of this post and poll

cw: dark content. Kidnapping, threats, drugging, noncon, restraint, the whole shebang.

❌ Gaz is starting to feel a little disheartened, babe. You don’t seem as committed to making this work as he is… But that’s okay. He told you he loved you, and love means always being willing to put in the effort, yeah? So if the public approaches aren’t working, maybe you need something more private. It’s easy to get one of his mates to follow you around bars, wait for the perfect moment, and slip something in your drink. It’s easy to know when on the walk home there won’t be any witnesses. The hard part is going to be training you out of hissing and spitting when he gives you sweet words and gentle touches. That’s no way for a bird to treat her man, not when he’s gone through so much for her.

❌Soap is starting to feel a little… restless. This was fun at first, this game of trying to win you back, of cornering you like he was some kind of creep, but now? He just wants his bonnie. He needs you, and he knows you’ll never be as happy with anyone else as you are with him. He starts right from when you wake up after that night of reigniting your passions. You’re saying things you don’t mean, things you’ll regret— and he’s never been able to keep his cool when you get emotional. So if he wraps his hands around your throat and squeezes until you still, he can’t be the only one to blame. Now, he’ll be the first to admit that his worship of your body last night was just a wee bit lackluster… he was too excited for the main event. When you wake up, tied to his bed and gagged, he won’t be making the same mistake. In fact, best start on it now.

⭕️ Ghost doesn’t keep it casual. He doesn’t take baby steps. Just as soon as you return one of his calls, you can barely say hello before he says ���I’m comin’ over, dovie.” You’ve never seen him smile like he did on that day before, and quite frankly, you never want to see it again. He looks sick. Drunk on just his proximity to you. He attacks you with his mouth once you answer the door, grunting between heaving breaths that he knew, knew you’d come around, knew you were a good girl, knew you’d never wanna force him to do something he didn’t want to do. He takes you on a few surfaces before he can finally pull his mind together enough to take you to a real bed. Tells you he’s gonna put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly so this can’t happen again, because honestly? He doesn’t wanna tell you what will happen if it does.

❌Nikolai thought it was cute at first, seeing you try to play at being the big, strong, independent girl. But while his love for you is endless, his patience isn’t. The longer he lets this go on, the more training you’ll need when you come back. So he decides to do the merciful thing, and take you home. It’s a shame you didn’t behave— he would’ve let you sit in the passenger seat with his hand on your thigh the way you used to love. Instead he had to drag you into the back, chemicals soaked in the cloth he put over your mouth and nose. It doesn’t do well for a princess to be out of her tower. No, it isn’t good for anyone, least of all the princess. You don’t realize the dragon is collared and chained to you, that’s okay— he’ll just have to put you in a collar and chains of your own while you get used to things again. Maybe you’d be a little happier with your life inside if you had something little and sweet to take care of, like he does? He could get you that, malýshka. You don’t even need to ask.

I was thinking of making this the last in the series, but maybe we can push it further?