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[honeytonedhottie]

how i write my scripts⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🌸

when scripting, i speak in third or first person depending on what it is im scripting for. for example if im scripting about myself having a desire, from someone else's point of view i'd script in third person.

EXAMPLES ; when writing a script about how an sp view me, i'd write in the third person.

however if im scripting about my own feelings/thoughts on my desire i'd script in first person. while scripting in first person, i write as though im writing in my DIARY. so i'd start out like, dear diary... and so on, as though u were writing in ur diary about a manifestation success story.

when i script i write as if im writing a diary entry, or as if im writing to one of my friends and telling about all the things im manifesting. for example, i released a post yesterday where i talked about how im manifesting a new juicy couture purse, my script would look like ;

dear diary, today i woke up and GUESS what was on my dresser?? MY JUICY COUTURE PURSE. JBHSDJHVSED. it's so so pretty and i was RIGHT. it looks amazing on my arm! its such a high quality purse too, the material is magnificent and im taking photos and sending them to my friends RIGHT NOW. its brand new, so it kinda smells like plastic, but UGH its just so cute. i have a place for it in my collection now ✨

so just try it out and see what feels natural FOR YOU. i script in my notes app, or in my notion. i dont usually script on paper, simply bcuz its not a habit but it rly doesn't matter.

[dreamyblanket]

Heya, saw your blog and thought it was pretty nice! You’re doing a grand service to the Carrow fans out there!

If it’s not too much of a hassle, I had thought of an idea of Mystic Flour wanting to be approachable to the Reader by smiling, but she ends up unnerving them when she instead gives that creepy smile she makes in one of her sprites.

You smile to show people you love them right ? //^^//

[minswriting]

something something season 5 spencer with the jesus hair and his injured knee and just being really sexually frustrated because he can't go down on you like he used to i'm definitely not thinking about this all the time

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | oral (f)

spencer’s been annoyed lately. that much was obvious. every time the two of you had sex, he was annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t properly go on his knees and eat you out, making him very grumpy. you had told him that it was fine, that there were other ways for him to pleasure you. he did not listen.

so really the biggest issue was the fact that spencer loved eating you out when you’re on the couch. he loved getting on his knees in front of you, worshipping the skin and ground you walk on. but his stupid knee injury got in the way of that.

so your excellent solution?

you had pulled him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed before sitting on his face. and that definitely sufficed. spencer had his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you tightly to his face as he ate you out like a starved man. his tongue was going wild, lapping around your cunt rapidly, sucking on your clit quite hard (not enough to hurt), and all while moaning against your pussy.

and you? well you were a whiny mess on top of him. your hands were in spencer’s hair, moaning his name like a mantra as you tried to move your hips against spencer’s face. but the grip on your thighs made it hard for you to do so. “spencer,” you moaned, eyes closed and your head thrown back.

he moaned, dipping his tongue into your hole as his nose rubbed against your clit. the way he was eating you out was almost feral. you knew that no thoughts were in his brain when your pussy was involved in any situation. all he ever focused on was you. and you adored it.

and when you came, you came with such a pornographic moan that you were sure your neighbors definitely heard. you tried to clench your thighs but spencer held them tightly. so you pulled at his hair, whining his name over and over again. but spencer never stopped.

you were his forbidden fruit during this whole leg injury and now that he’s tasted you, he is not going to stop until he’s had his fill. which is why you came three other times just on his mouth alone. and by the time he had his fill, spencer’s entire face was coated by your juices and his pupils were blown out.

because that boy genius is 100% pussy whipped.

[robo-milky]

[Prologue Part 1] [Read: Left -> Right]

[AU Premise] [Next]

Hello guys! …So I lied and finished this much sooner than I thought- TBF, this is still incomplete as the intro, since I want to drag it out a little longer for a better contextualization and a visualizer for the AU! Hope you guys enjoy!

[lilac-dreamxxz]

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[jesuistrestriste]

I know we love Dilf!Art… but what about Milf!Reader…

art who meets milf!reader at a stanford tennis mixer, her being one of the team’s sponsors. he shakes her hand and goes red like a ripe strawberry when she looks him up and down and praises his athletic prowess.

“i hear that you’re one of the best new players,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing over his knuckle as their palms break contact, “i’m excited to see you play some more throughout the season.”

he can’t muster more than a choked, nervous laugh at first, fumbling with his words after to properly thank her for the compliment. sweet sentiments always get his head swimming, and he wonders if she notices his pupils dilating into eclipsing saucers. his lower stomach feels warm.

they part ways at the mixer, and art goes back to his dorm.

it’s late—past eleven—but he can’t sleep. despite the alcohol, and the sore muscles from training, and all of the social activity from the evening, he can’t seem to shake the mental image of her. her body wrapped in that tight dress; bouncy, full tits and faint smile lines and soft skin. she was older than him by at least a decade, but he didn’t give a shit. he liked older women, anyways. the way they had their lives figured out, the way they approached situations with such composure and tact, the way they looked down upon younger men..

his hand is down his sweatpants before he can stop it. his warm shaft pulses in his grasp as he closes his eyes and lets himself fall into her. he feels precome spill from his slit involuntarily, causing his hips to buck up into his sticky fist—little moans beginning to fill his room.

“aah,” he gasps, his brows pinching up as his hips kick up against his curled fingers, “oh fuck, oh fuck..”

he imagines that his hand is hers. he thinks about how she’d probably know exactly how to touch him, and that she’d probably whisper all sorts of dirty things in his ear that’d make him lose it in just a couple of minutes.

he flips over onto his stomach and begins writhing around on his sheets, his feet digging down into the mattress below as he drools into his pillow and humps his hand. shaky, desperate, sweaty thrusts that spread goosebumps up his own spine and leave him whimpering into the fabric caught between his teeth.

“… ‘s gonna make me come, ‘s gonna make me— gonna—fuck! FUCK— mommy—!”

the lewd term suddenly erupting from his chest is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. his eyes fly open at the realization of his perversion, only to roll back into his skull as he wails into his bedding and slams thrice into his grip. the coil of warmth in his core springing loose and causing waves of pleasure to spread through his entire nervous system. he clutches whatever he can grab with his free hand and whines the whole way through his orgasm, feeling his milky ropes coat his touch and froth between his digits. his entire body trembles as he jolts against the overstimulation. he imagines her sucking his come off of his softened cock, telling him how good he tastes and how pretty he looks all messed-up for her. it’s nearly enough to send him into a second spiral of arousal.

no way he can look her in the eye now. he’s such a little creep.

[bunnis-monsters]

Momo would you ever let us play with your hair like running our fingers through it or styling it and vice versa? - 🌸 Anon

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Momo leans forward, his eyes sparkling.

His hair feels soft and fluffy, like rabbit fur. He purrs and leans into it, nudging your hand. You end up scratching behind his bunny ears and playing with them too as your comb your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Bunny hybrids usually groom the dominant one,” he said smugly, continuing to rub against you. “So pet away, princess.”

Now you’re stuck petting, scratching, and playing with his hair until he’s satisfied…

[oscquinn]

and if I said accidental pregnancy with Mack except he’s kinda thrilled abt it

okay im loving this??? in my head it's a few years into his career, maybe when he's 20 or so. rated m. pregnancy talk! all fluff :))

your hands shake as you stare at two thin, pink lines. over, and over, and over again. you took five tests, scrounging them up from the depths of your cabinet. pregnant. your stomach flips as you laid a hand on it, you aren't far along enough to be showing yet, but you know what's hidden there.

the sound of the bathroom door opening brings tears to your eyes, a sob bubbling up from your chest.

"o-oh shit," mack murmurs, stepping closer to you. "what's wrong? talk to me, hey," he urges softly.

your whole body shakes as you turn around, showing him the test. you can't bring yourself to say it aloud, the only words that pierce through your poorly-stifled sobs are a chorus of "i'm sorry, i'm so, s-so sorry." the feeling is all consuming, dread washing over your body in waves. your head aches, feeling heavy as you avoid mack's gaze.

"baby, baby look at me." he grabs your face, forcing your eyes to meet his. for the first time, you notice he's crying just like you are.

"mack, i'm so sorry-" you begin to apologize for the millionth time, but mack kisses the words right from your lips.

"i mean, yeah it's earlier than i expected. but... i want this with you. i wanted it a few years from now, but i'll take it right now." he pauses, hands squeezing your own. "if it's something you want."

you nod simply, too overwhelmed by the sudden shock and joy to speak. one final sob wracks through your body as your boyfriend cradles you against his body, swaying softly.

"shh, it's okay. we're gonna be okay, yeah?" he murmurs, stroking your back as he holds you close. "let's go shopping, get you out of the house. we can buy baby clothes, and baby shoes, oh! and we gotta get 'em a little shark plushie."

you pull back, a wet laugh bubbling up from your chest. it's funny, how scared you were. of course mack was over the moon, he was sweet in nature, with the biggest heart. you should've known there was never a reason to worry.

[rikkiz]

I must be ovulating bc all I can think ab is pussy drunk riki who's manhandling me and I'm completely at his mercy and he won't stop till he's got enough OHHH LORDDD 😫😫😫

- 🌸 anon

Pussy Drunk - Nishimura Riki

Riki had been eating your pussy out for a while now. You were completely overstimulated and literally crying out of pleasure at this point.

You had reached the point where you couldn't take it any longer. You were trying to squirm away but Riki wasn't relenting. He pulled you back, his mouth not leaving your cunt, as his arms wrapped under your thighs and held you close.

"One more, baby." Riki said, his words vibrating against your already sensitive pussy. He wasn't going to stop until you came one last time.

You were sobbing at this point as your hands gripped his hair. His tongue worked your core before eventually, you were coming undone for the nth time tonight. Riki licked your release up before pulling away and looking up at you.

You felt slightly embarrassed as he wiped his saliva and your release off of his face with the back of his hand before he came up, leaning down, and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back, not caring if you could taste your own release on his tongue.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Do you accept orders? could you do a story about Dom!Viktor x Sub!Reader x Switch! Jayce, on the day of the ball, the reader wears a dress that made her look more beautiful and cute than usual and was therefore drawing people's attention at the ball to she , would the boys be jealous or possessive? Would they punish the reader?

- 🌸

Hi anon 🌸!! I'm not taking requests for fics currently, because I've got quite a few ongoing projects, but you can check my pinned post or my header description to know whenever I am 💕! But I just HAD to blabber about that idea for a second because I LOVE jealous shenanigans

Viktor and Jayce both strike me as the jealous type, but in two very different ways.

Viktor is the more silent, envious type of jealous. He has too much self-respect to just throw himself in front of you dramatically. So, he watches. He overanalyses every look anyone gives you, any kiss of your hand that seems to last a second too long. He’s methodical, following you around like a shadow the entire night with a falsely polite smile plastered on his lips. It's just one night, he tells himself, one night of pompous nobles leering at your cleavage and showering you with compliments. In the end, it won't matter, because you'll be in his bed when this is over, not theirs.

He won't outright tell you he was jealous, because he's embarrassed at the idea of seeming childish, but boy, will he still let you know. Expect bite marks on every visible inch of your skin and the imprint of his pretty fingers around your neck and thighs. He'll probably edge you a few times, have you beg and moan his name in tears without letting you cum, just to feel like he's the one in control again. He's willing to admit he's a little petty when it comes to you.

Others might not know it was him when they see your smeared makeup and strategically placed bruises tomorrow, but you will, and that's really all that matters to him.

Jayce is the visibly possessive type of jealous. Is some diplomat telling you a funny story? Jayce doesn't give a damn about decorum. His hand will quickly wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him and he'll enter the conversation with a megawatt smile as if he's always been part of it. But his hand will stay firmly in place for everyone to see what's off limits. In fact, it would be almost impossible to find him not touching you in some way, whether that be by gently replacing wayward strands of hair or wiping away imaginary stains of wine around your lips. He can't help it, especially when he sees others look at you with the same desire that he has for you. He has to show that you're his.

Jayce will be especially talkative in bed after that, constantly mumbling your name under his breath as he fucks you, repeating the word ‘mine’ over and over again. He's very petty about it too, asking if you liked having everyone's attention on you, if you got off to strangers undressing you with their eyes. If he’s gotten really rilled up, the usual “baby” and “princess” might become a “whore” or “slut”. Always his whore though. Nobody else's. He doesn't say it to be mean, in fact he tends to feel bad afterwards, but he needs confirmation straight from your lips that you don't care about them. That the only one you want to ruin you is him.

If you oblige, you are getting fucked raw on the closest available surface for a solid three rounds. You're too tired for another one? That's alright, he’ll pump his cock in his fist right above your entrance, and only push in when he's ready to cum. He'll fill you until he’s satisfied no one could look at you and doubt for a second who fucked you that good.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

hihi could you write about pogue!reader who's been in love w jj for like ever and everyone EXCEPT for him know? and like at some point they become fwb bc its easier for her to have something rather than nothing but it does more harm than good lmao (w angryish love confession from her and a confused bc he had no idea but also in love jj)

and we both drew blood

jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

cw — p in v, slight jealousy, angst, fluff, alochol consumption, happy ending

summary — after everything finally builds up, you tell jj how you feel.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i really hope i did well but i kinda wrote this fast so please forgive me if it sucks. please request more!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

your hands mindlessly gripped the sheets of your bed, whimpering when he hit that deep spot inside of you as he thrusted into you from behind. “oh fuck, j. i‘m gonna cum,” you babbled out as best you could without stuttering.

jj huffed out a laugh and gripped your hips a little tighter to pull you back against him in time with his thrusts. “yeah? ‘m close too,” he mumbled in response as he began to speed his pace up. “cum for me, baby. wanna feel your pretty little pussy squeezin’ my cock.”

you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip to suppress a scream theatening to leave your lips. one of his hands reached around and underneath you to rub tight circles on your clit, making you cry out and moan in overwhelming pleasure. “oh my fuck,” you spluttered between pants. “i’m coming—fuck, jj!”

“always such a good girl for me,” he mumbled, focused on the sight of him sliding in and out of you and a white ring formed around the base of him. he continued rubbing your clit quickly to ride your orgasm out. “shit, baby. so fuckin’ tight around me. squeezin’ me so good. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

you felt tears slip past the corners of your eyes as he fucked into you harder and quicker until he was pressing himself as deep into you as he could and filling you with his warm cum. he smoothed his hands down your aching back and leaned down to kiss the skin of your spine. “that’s it, angel. jus’ fuckin’ take it,” he rasped out while still gently caressing your skin.

when he finally began to soften inside of you, he slowly and carefully pulled out before laying another kiss to your skin then disappearing off to the bathroom to grab a towel. he ran it under warm water, wringing the excess out and returning to you.

he gently grabbed your thighs and turned you over onto your back so you could lay comfortably. “you still with me, sweetheart?” he asked considerately.

“mhm,” you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. your hips jerked when he ran the towel over your spent cunt to clean you up.

jj chuckled softly before launching the fabric to your bucket of dirty laundry and laying down beside you. he pulled you into his chest, your head against the firm muscle and his hands making quick work to throw the blanket over the two of you. “need anythin’ from me? water? a snack?” he questioned.

you shook your head and curled into him further. “i’m good. jus’ tired,” you slurred, still slightly out of it and very very sleepy.

“i’ll head out then and let you get some rest,” he said and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

before he could make another move, you quickly objected. “want you to stay a little longer, j. you’re warm.”

he smiled to himself and shuffled a little bit to get comfortable, knowing he’s probably be here for an hour or two.

the next night, everyone was gathered around at the boneyard for another kegger like they often did on warm summer nights. kooks, pogues, and tourons on littered across the beach with red solo cups in their hands and music playing through the air.

“hey! where were you last night?” sarah asked as he and kiara approached when they finally saw you arrive. “we waited for like, half an hour before we gave up on you.”

you saw the knowing look on kie’s face, rolling your eyes and looking down at your cup of beer. “yeah, sorry guys, something came up and i was stuck at home.”

the brunette couldn’t help but snort. “did the ‘something’ have to do with jj?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “john b and pope said he never showed to the chateau last night.”

you looked around, wondering how you could get out of this even though you already knew you were busted. “you know,” you began with absolutely no clue where to go with this. “somethings happen.”

kiara immediately smiled and clapped her hands then pointed at sarah. “i told you! you owe me twenty bucks,” she said excitedly. “it’s not that hard to find out, babe. we all know you guys are hooking up.”

you shrugged and took another sip of your drink. “i mean, its not exactly a secret.”

sarah gave you a knowing look. “i don’t get why you don’t just tell him how you feel. we all know you guys have liked each other for years.”

shaking your head, you waved off the idea. “i doubt he feels the same way about me and i’m not gonna embarrass myself if he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “and besides, i like where we’re at right now.”

kiara rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. “oh, come on. no you don’t. you’re upset because you wish there was more between you guys,” she stated. “hanging onto these little bits and pieces is only hurting you more in the long run.”

“guys, it’s not that big of a deal. we just hookup casually every now and then and thats it. i’d rather have some part of him than have nothing at the end of the day,” you admitted. “and it’s not hurting me, i’m fine!”

sarah tilted her head at you, as if to say ‘seriously?’ “dude, we all see it. you’re getting your hopes up and then he’s just letting you down. just tell him how you feel and then at least if he says he doesn’t want anything, then you can move on peacefully and live your life without delusions.”

kiara nodded in agreement. “she’s right babe. we don’t wanna attack you or anything or come off as rude, we jus’ wanna see you happy and you’re obviously not right now,” she said softly and sincerely. “you should really tell him how you feel. i’m sure you’ll be pretty happy with how it turns out.”

you chewed your bottom lip anxiously and looked around to see what was going on only to feel your heart begin to break in your chest. jj was leaned up against a tree with a girl clinging to his arm. she almost looked like you in a way. same hair color and length, similar facial features, similar build.

it made your lip wobble and your stomach turn uncomfortably. “i really appreciate that guys, but i’m just gonna head back to the chateau for a little bit,” you whispered, not trusting your own voice.

the two followed your gaze to jj and the girl, both their faces dropping in a matter of seconds. “do you want us to come with you?” sarah asked softly.

when you shook your head and sniffled to stop the tears, kiara took you into her arms and gave you a tight hug. “you’re gonna be okay. you’re one of the strongest people i know.”

you smiled sadly before the two wished you off with gentle reassuring affirmations. you made the long walk to the chateau in silence as you sipped on what was left of your alcohol and thought about what to do next.

you couldn’t realistically continue this fling with him if he was messing with another girl, even though you technically had no reason to be upset. you were friends with benefits, not dating or exclusive. he was allowed to do whatever he pleased.

yet the nights he’d stay over after making you feel better than you ever had, fucking you so soft and sweet, kissing you so passionately when he’s buried inside you, defending you around everyone, protecting you always, opening up to you about his most personal details, complimenting you every chance he gets. you didn’t understand why he’d do all these things just to go off with someone else.

once you finally arrived, you’d immediately walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of vodka and your old cup. you quickly poured yourself a shot, or two, or three. you didn’t really remember. you also couldn’t remember how much time had passed since you had left the party.

you’d found yourself standing at the shoreline of the beach directly outside of the front door to the chateau. you stood barefoot in the warm sand just far back enough to where the water couldn’t touch you.

you crossed your arms over your body to preserve some of the heat before sighing and rolling the kinks out of your neck. you felt your body and mind start to slowly relax from the various shots you’d taken. it felt like everything had finally gone quiet.

unfortunately for you, that didn’t last long. “hey! where’ve you been? i’ve been looking all over for you. i thought something might’ve happen to you,” jj half shouted as he approached you from the direction of the boneyard. “what happened, cupcake? sarah and kie told me you weren’t feelin’ too hot.”

you couldn’t help but scoff at his words. “looking all over for me?” you repeated as a question. he had to have been lying.

he looked almost confused. “yeah…you’ve been gone for like an hour,” he replied. “i checked the whole party for you.”

“was that before or after you were all over that girl?” you blurted out. you almost instantly regretted it. you didn’t even really want to know.

his expression changed into one you couldn’t quite read. “what?” he asked, voice just above a whisper now. “i went searching for you the moment you left kiara and sarah.” you shook your head in disbelief and turned your head back at the ocean. “i don’t get it. what did i do wrong?”

you took a deep breath and hugged your body tighter when a strong gust of wind blew past you. “i’m not gonna keep doing this jj. god, you’re so oblivious!” you snapped finally, turning your full body to see his. “i mean, at this point i feel like i’m throwing myself at you! i’m always trying to be around you, catering to you, showing you that i’m here for you, asking you to hang out— i even agreed to be fucking friends with benefits just to have something with you!”

you stopped for a minute and sighed. “i ask you to stay the night, to just hold me whenever theres a chance, i ask you to run errands and shit with me just to spend time with you jj. i can’t make it anymore clear how much i like you and i feel like you’re giving me signals sometimes that maybe you feel the same way but then the next day you just act like nothing happened and the inconsistency is killing me!”

jj looked stunned. like he would’ve never seen this coming in a million years as if it weren’t totally noticeable. the pogues all saw they way they felt about each other except them.

“if you don’t want me or see anything, can you please just say that?” your voice shook slightly as you spoke as if the conversation was starting to sober you up and the confidence you once had is gone. “i really fucking like you jj and its really hard to keep acting like everything we do means nothing to me because thats just not true. if you see me as nothing more than just friends with benefits or just friends, please just tell me so i can get over you.”

his mouth was slightly agape as he listened to you talk, shocked that you had all this built up inside. you guys were best friends and he truly thought he’d known everything about you. this was something he would’ve never guessed you’d be keeping from him. his lips twitched like he was gonna say something but the words never came. it was just awkward, tense silence.

you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling as tears of embarrassment clouded your sight. you took one last look at him, your glossy gaze locked on his unreadable one, before deciding to head back into the chateau to grab your things.

he quickly lurched forward and grabbed onto your wrist to keep you from moving any further. “please don’t go,” he said softly. he slid his hand down your arm and took your hand in his before doing the same with the other. “i didn’t know you felt like that, sweetheart.”

you averted your eyes from your interlocked hands up to his pretty blue ones that you’d fallen for over the years. “i’ve always thought you were too good for me. too nice, too smart, too pretty. thought i was always jus’ your best friend,” he said, titling his head slightly and staring right into you. “i really fucking like you too, cupcake. and saying i don’t want you would be a lie.”

a soft gasp left your lips at the confession. never in a million years did you ever think you’d hear those words come out of his mouth in real life. you could’ve swore that only happened in dreams.

what you especially didn’t expect was for him to grab your hips and pull you into him, kissing you full of passion, love, years of wanting. you sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms loosely around his neck before tilting your head a little more to deepen it as his tongue soothed over yours.

once the two of you needed to pull away for air with spit-slick and puffy lips, he was the first to speak. “you’re all mine now, right? my beautiful girl all to myself?” he asked, earning a nod and a hum of approval from you. “good. ‘nd i’m all yours, baby.”

you smiled and pulled him back into you for another kiss. only then did you hear whistling and hollering along with obnoxious claps that you could easily distinguish as your friends returning back from the boneyard.

[honeytonedhottie]

how to unwind⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☁️

unwinding after a long week feels so good and a rly good way in general to self-soothe in a healthy way. its de-transitioning from the hustle and bustle of ur day/week and lulling urself into a relaxed and calm state, where u can be creative, restful and imaginative.

SELF CARE CORNER ;

have a mini spa day and try to incorporate self care every single day consistently as a way to unwind. if u wanna know how to have an at home spa day i recommend reading this post but some ways that u can do soothing self care include...

taking a bubble bath with bath salts and bath milks

do a hydrating facial mask after doing a soothing facial massage

A "LET IT OUT" ACTIVITY ;

this section is for activities that make u feel like ur releasing something that has been making u fatigued. an example of this could be exercising where you sweat out toxins and it helps u to de-stress.

go for a refreshing swim

journal + dump whatever is on ur mind onto paper

baking sweet treats for urself and ur family

ofc u know urself best and what helps u to de-stress but u should be de-stressing in a way that is safe and healthy for u and those around you.

HAVE SOMETHING TO INDULGE IN ;

having something to indulge in and look forward to at the end of a long week is so fulfilling. whether its episodes to ur favorite series or show, or binging movies, or maybe enjoying ur favorite food.

i remember earlier this year my thing that i looked forward to every friday and saturday was the my demon episodes on netflix cuz that drama was SO GOOD. nowadays its desperate housewives.

REST YOUR MIND ;

do a calming meditation, unclench ur jaw, stretch and move ur limbs. let yourself be loose and relaxed. take a nap if ur someone who takes naps and if ur not then maybe a guided meditation can do the trick for you.

[heartofjasmina]

ahem… just hear me out. pro hero izu totally makes you and kats pay for all the bullying y’all did to him back in the day.

now that he’s all big and bulky….ugh he has a field day putting you two back in your places

This had me on the FLOOR

While you're knocked out, quite literally fucked to sleep by Deku, he turns to Bakgou. A sweet smile on his lips and feral hunger in his eyes.

"Hey Kacchan. Glad you taught me just how to handle brats like you."

Katsuki shouldn't be turned on by the way Deku grabs him by the ankles and drags him closer. He shouldn't be leaking into his boxers as Deku whispers how he's going to breed his virgin hole.

"Knew it. You're just as much of a cock hungry slut as your girl is." Deku grins with sharp teeth and even sharper laughter, slamming his hips into Kacchans to hear the blond whine like a bitch. It was easy to hit his prostate, easy to fuck him stupid with how much dick there was to give.

"Don't worry, I got enough dick for the both of you."

[minswriting]

I need s1 spencer to ramble to me about rubiks cubes or something like that while I dry hump him

please i love this lol.

nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | dry humping

the night had started off as normal. spencer had invited you over to his place for a small movie date where the two of you were watching some french film based in world war two. spencer had been whispering in your ear all night with translations and truth be told, it was making you hot and bothered.

it was no surprise when you suddenly kissed spencer, forgetting about the movie when you crawled into his lap to kiss him deeply. he had been shocked at first but then just allowed it to happen once his hands met your hips as he kissed you back.

you could feel his hard-on through your leggings and his trousers as you kissed him, causing you to grind your hips slowly against his bulge. spencer pulled away from the kiss to look at you as he let out a small whine from the friction.

“talk to me,” you breathed out, still moving your hips slowly against spencer’s.

“a-about what?” he asked hoarsely, staring up at you.

“anything. just-i want to hear you talk,” you licked your lips.

spencer took a deep but shaky breath, trying to think of something. but it was hard, in more ways than one, when a pretty girl was on his lap grinding against his clothed cock. he glanced around the living room, seeing a rubix cube displayed on the mantle. and so, he began to speak. “d-did you know that the rubix cube was invented in 1974 by a hungarian teacher who originally called it the magic cube?”

you paused for a moment due to the weird topic but didn’t say anything about it as you continued your movements. you leaned down to kiss spencer’s jawline as you ground your hips a bit faster, causing your breath to hitch due to the friction against your clit. “keep going,” you murmured against his skin.

the change in pace also caused spencer to moan as he held onto your hips and bucked his hips against yours. i-it was originally made for educational purposes,” he swallowed and stopped to whine when you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, still moving your hips against his clothed cock. “t-to improve problem-solving, spatial awareness, a-and-“ his voice cracked when you moved your hips harder against his. “memory.”

the whole situation was sexy. the way you moved your hips against spencer’s and the way his voice hitched every time you moved particularly hard. it hadn’t taken long until spencer completely forgot what he was saying when he began meeting your movements with his own, chasing his own release. “oh fuck,” he whined, holding your hips tightly. “i-i’m gonna cum,” he whimpered out as he tensed, holding you firmly against his cock.

you continued to move your hips, feeling your own orgasm nearing. “me too,” you whispered-moan. the pressure against your clit was so good. and with a few more movements of your hips, the two of you came with moans of one another’s names.

when you both were finished, the living room was filled with heavy breathing and the sounds of the long forgotten french film that played on the television. spencer was looking at you while you looked at him. and neither of you could contain the small giggles that escaped your lips.

“should we go to the bedroom?” spencer breathed out, smiling at you.

you smiled back, nodding your head. “yes, please.”

and it was safe to say that your date night with spencer was quite successful.

[virtual-kangel]

antis: *enjoying media with dark themes like murder, drug trafficking, abuse, etc *

also antis when the media becomes even remotely sexual:

[lilac-dreamxxz]

could you make a layout out of this? thank you in advance ><

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