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“I licked it, so it’s mine.”

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I have to ask can people who have GAD use this flag?

Yes! This flag represents anxiety disorders, and generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) is an anxiety disorder.

The other anxiety disorders are: social anxiety disorder (SAD), panic disorder (PD), specific phobia (SP), agoraphobia (AG), separation anxiety disorder (SAD), health anxiety/hypochondria (HA) and selective/situational mutism (SM). They often overlap. :) /infodump

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A set up I enjoy for RodiMags is: Hot Rod serving as a direct subordinate to Ultra Magnus, and Magnus being tormented by his attraction to Hot Rod.

Oh the things he wants to do to Hot Rod. There's a list. Categorized in descending order of filthiness. Those thoughts pester him because any good and proper commanding officer wouldn't have such obscene daydreams about their lieutenant. Magnus does all that he can to separate his professional relationship with Hot Rod from his attraction to him. He needs that barrier to never fall under any circumstance.

The closest thing Magnus gets to acting on his desires is when he's alone. He lies on his berth, hand around his spike, stroking himself in tune to how he imagines Hot Rod would suck him off.

With his optics offline, he can truly envision Hot Rod's mouth struggling to fit his spike. His poor lieutenant strains himself and chokes and gags, determined to pleasure Magnus as best he can. And Magnus helps him with the task by holding onto his helm and thrusting into him. It feels so shameful to want this.

That guilty and indulgent self-servicing is the only consolation Magnus can give himself for continuing to uphold the Autobot code of ethics. It's not enough, though. It never satisfies for long. He craves something more.

The worst bit of it all is he's so caught up in his internal turmoil that he hardly notices the rather obvious crush Hot Rod has on him.

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I'm sorry but I really want to see handcuffs used on police-type characters

Full version follow this link:

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this is giving highschool sweetheart Sevika with her first girlfriend

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Source : Nothing But The Girl ; The Blatant Lesbian Image ; A Portfolio and Exploration of Lesbian Erotic Photography - Edited by Susie Bright and Jill Posener

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they call it the STEM effect

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pamper your omega day at work

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butch pussy + femme cock = using you

tw; free-use, somno, cnc, morning sex, butchpussy (vi) femmecock (cait), implied bratty!reader. wc; 1.2k

vi and caitlyn linger at the doorway, to your shared bedroom. patrols are a bitch—and it is not always that they can get home, early. it's never been a problem exactly. except—

“ah..” vi’s mouth waters.

dawn crawls on the horizon. its heralding light seeps in through gossamer curtains, spilling out to bask your sleeping form in an unmitigated glow. your very nude, sleeping form. as if teasing them—you let out the most adorable yawn, in the midst of sleep. your leg curls upwards, covers slipping off.

caitlyn swallows, hard.

the two of them are immediately seized with an irrational jealousy for being so robbed from witnessing you, like this. “since when does she sleep naked?” “suppose it’s hot nowadays.” caitlyn answers airly, as if her nails aren't digging into the heel of her palm and the tent in her trousers' isn't stiffening. urgently. since when did she have the libido of a teenage boy? vi elbows her, voice teasing—if not equally as hoarse. “cupcake. you’re packing.”

"like you're not thinking the same." caitlyn scoffs, and vi can't argue with that. she is thinking the same. if the same, is the idea of hovering over your blissfully relaxed figure, splayed out on the bedspread. tearing off her pants and—

“..perhaps, we could.. indulge.”

“oh, baby. you read my mind.”

you wake, to a burning in your lungs, and your cunt. there's a stuffy headiness enveloping your head, something hot and wet and slippery pressing up against your chin. you open your mouth, only half-consciously, when your tongue meets salt and your eyelids flicker open in sleepy befuddlement. heat, and muscular thighs clamp down on either side of your head. a rough hand twists in your hair.

vi jerks you tongue-first into her cunt. your, whatthefuckisgoingon??? comes out more like; "mmrmgh?”

"poor baby. can't breathe, huh?" vi only shoves you deeper up the wedge of her thighs, your nose burrowed into the curls of her hot-pink bush and mouth at her sopping pussy. "oh, right there, princess."

she hisses, wresting you by the hair and rubbing her slickened folds against your face. your hands are scrambling at the mattress, each and every attempt at speech muffled by the squeezing of vi's legs. she pants in pleasure, as you pant in need, into her pussy—choked out by the sheer force of which vi's thighs are coiled around your head. she eases up, just enough for you to wriggle your mouth to gasp for air, and release a breathy, plaintive whine—eyes sleep-glazed and blinking hard, trying to get your bearings. c'mon, now—get with it; you're being suffocated by your girlfriend's pussy. not four AM on a workday and your chin is coated with slick. vi lets out a petulantly dissatisfied noise when you're gulping air for too long—shoving your head back down with a low growl. "don't—hah—you fuckin' stop."

you're so preoccupied with trying to breathe, head spinning, cogs whirring at a slow, slow pace as it attempts to process the fact you're gasping into your girlfriend's pussy; you almost don't realise the burning in your belly has rescinded to a low simmer. mistake.

"don't tell me you forgot about me, darling." like caitlyn can sense your distraction, there is a blinding jolt of lightning that crackles through your body as she gives you an idle jerk. something twitches, and you realise, belatedly, there is a cock inside of you. you tense up, and your walls clench. caitlyn's moan is dizzying.

"ah—ah.. fuck, sweetheart. you feel almost as good as you did, before."

vi presses up flush against your face, groaning as she rocks, grinding picking up the pace. of course, the tighter she holds, the less you can breathe, and your limbs jerk, fingers fisting into the sheets.

"stop squirming. you're only going to make it worse." caitlyn's pace is leisurely, manicured nails pinching either side of your hips. she rolls her hips forward, teeth biting down at her bottom lip. "it's a shame. you made such a good cocksleeve. all relaxed. pliant." 

it feels wrong to hear words so vulgar rolling off her silken tongue, so casually, so early-in-the-fucking-morning, as if you haven't heard filthier come out of her mouth. the shock of it is wearing, giving way to the blazing warmth that so throbs in your pussy that you can't believe you hadn't noticed. though perhaps, that was the whole point.

"you didn't expect me to wait my turn, did you?" oh, caitlyn is definitely smirking. you can hear the smug undercurrent in her voice; even if you can't see a thing, other than the swollen nub of vi's clit and the hastily-cut bristles of her bush as she gets off, chest rising and falling in shallowing breaths. caitlyn, however, is still only working in idle, languid pumps. like she's savouring your sleep-ridden compliancy; how you are, for once, thoroughly silenced by the clench of vi's pussy and vice of her thighs.

"you—mm—do look pretty when you shut up." vi gasps out, and you can feel her cunt pulsing around you, you want to whine, grumble, protest—anything—but the press of your lips only spurs her on, the hand in your hair yanking you deeper. vi's breaths stutter, tensing. "..shit." vi cums, her weight on your chest shifting, smushing you against the mattress as she squirts, right down your throat. caitlyn barely moves, content to, apparently, continue using you as her personal cocksleeve as vi humps out her orgasm against your face, milky fluid and your own saliva—from having nowhere to go—completely immersed in heat. caitlyn's thrusts are lazy, and vi's grinding vigorous. your chest is tight, thoughts almost nothing in your light-headedness, mindlessly gaping open and simply taking it.

the second vi collapses, thighs finally, finally lifting off your shoulders—caitlyn rams her cock into you. no longer muffled by vi's cunt (though, her cum still dribbling out from your lips), you cry out. you really can't catch a break, can you?

"shh." caitlyn commands, and now, you can see her eyes flicker up at you in annoyance, though beneath the gaze—gleams amusement. she slides herself in, deep, and your own hips rise in instinctive reaction, whimpering, lungs all used up.

you manage to do as caitlyn says, and shut up, chests heaving as you needily gulp in the mercy of fresh air. vi's large hands skim your bare chest, circling your nipples, thumb swiping underneath your breasts. "easy," she husks, voice gravelly, as if you have the energy to go anything but. or perhaps, she's talking to caitlyn. you can't tell, because caitlyn is certainly not going easy—and you are paying the price. in fact, she's begun to jam her hips with vicious force, pace vigorous—pulling out, ever-so-slow, before plunging back in again. there is no longer any restraint; as if she has held herself back, enough, and deserves this. to plow your pussy and drink in each and every broken gasp it elicits.

she thrusts, particularly brutal. you gasp—throat raw—and you unspool all over her cock, body betraying you. caitlyn's pupils dilate, just like that, at the sight of your cum oozing out in thick, creamy bursts around her base, with each slam of her body—has her head falling back, throat baring. her hips falter, before she drives inside you, harsh and hard—one last time—and paints your insides sticky.

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Don’t be shy Mags. Time for business ^ ^

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I fear the idea of being Lip’s biker girl is something the fandom did NOT acknowledge enough.

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Girl of My Dreams (F.Gallagher x F!Milkovich!Reader)

Summary: Fiona's first time with a woman, let alone a Milkovich.

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: smut, oral (Fiona receiving), fingering, hair pulling, praise, degrading, teasing, face riding

You're so glad that the house was empty, no Gallaghers to walk in and disrupt you two. You already wanted to have her under you, to taste her and have her to yourself. The desire for her was strong from the beginning, but when you found out that she has never been in an actual relationship with a girl, let alone get eaten out by one, that desire and want for her became stronger. That want turned into a need, and that desire turned more into a craving for her. You just wanted to have her, even for a night and you finally got that.

You held her thighs apart, keeping them wide open while you slurped at her exposed cunt. Her pussy dripping from her own juices and now, your saliva. Your chin drenched in her essence and her fingers tangled in the roots of your hair while yours curled in her pussy and gripped the fat of her thighs.

Fiona's back arched off of her bed, toes curling as your fingers curled against that spot that made her scream.

The room was filled with her moans. whimpers, whines, airy breaths and your name. The way it rolled off of her tongue sounded so natural, the way her body reacted to your touch seemed like this was an everyday thing.

"You sound so pretty sayin' my name like that,"

She smiled at the praise and looked down, "Didn't think you were the kind of person to praise someone." she chuckled, "What do you wanna hear then, Fi? Want me to degrade you? Call you 'my slut' or something?" you asked, your fingers never stopping.

She clenched around your fingers at the suggestion, "Deadass?" you asked, stopping your movement, causing Fiona to let out a whine. "You're serious?" you asked again. She covered her face with her hands and nodded. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Move your hands, pretty."

She did as told and looked up at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Were you serious?" you smirked, "Yeah...do you wanna try it?" she asked, you gave her a nod, "I'll try anything with you,"

She laughed, God her laugh was just so full and happy, "You're so corny!"

You left a trail of kisses down her body, "Shut up," you muttered as you made your way back down between her legs.

"You know, for the record, I didn't take you for one to like being degraded." you mentioned, flicking her clit with your tongue.

She moaned, and pushed your head down, "But I'm glad I know now,"

You continued to talk as you ate her out, the vibrations of your words on her pussy sent shivers throughout her body.

She didn't mind that you were talking, but God, she just wanted you to call her names while praising her. You guys can have a conversation any other time.

"Reader."

"Pretty."

She smiled at the name, "Just eat me out, we can talk normally after."

"Impatient much?" you mumbled, sitting up, resting your hands on her thighs. Fiona whined and reached out for your hands, trying to move them between her legs.

"Why? Please, don't do this right now." she panted, "Don't do what? Use your words, bitch."

"Don't tease right now."

You chuckled and hovered over the brunette, your arm wrapping around her waist as you switched positions.

You lied on your back and had Fiona in your lap. Her hands rested on your chest and yours rested on her waist and thigh.

"Why not?" you asked, "Please? Don't tease right now, please?" she begged. You pretended to think for a moment, "Nah. If you want to cum, do it yourself."

"You mean like ride you or something?" she asked, "I mean, do it yourself. I don't do anything for bitches who act bratty."

Fiona had a feeling in her core now, she liked hearing you talk to her like this. Degrading and mean. She didn't think she'd like being called a bitch. She usually doesn't like being called a bitch by anyone, but it felt different coming out of your mouth.

But the cherry on top, was the way you looked at her when you did. Especially now, with you under her calling her names. She could honestly cum right then and there from your words alone.

Fiona, very nervously, crawled her way up your body and hovered over your face. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Ride." you bluntly stated.

"Ride your face? What if I hurt you or something?" she asked, "You won't hurt me."

"But what if I do?"

"You won't."

"What if I do though?"

"If you don't want to cum then I'll leave."

"Okay! Okay!"

Fiona leveled her pussy just over your mouth, not on it, but just ghosting it.

"Fi."

"..Yeah?"

"Sit."

She sighed, she really didn't want to take that chance of hurting you. She didn't want to hurt you at all.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her down on your face. Your mouth was open, and you were lapping at her pussy like you were starved.

She held herself up against the wall behind her bed and her hips bucked on your face. Her clit would rub against the tip of your nose every now and then.

"I- fuck I thought you didn't do anything for "bitches who act bratty" or are you just a liar?" she asked.

"I'm many things, Fi. But a liar, I ain't." the more you spoke the louder she moaned. Your words sent vibrations through her cunt and throughout her whole body.

"Plus, you're the kind of brat whose too dumb to do shit on her own." you degraded. The dirty words you spewed at her made Fiona's eyes roll to the back of her head.

You licked, sucked and flicked her clit with your tongue as she rode your face. Her thighs clenched around your head and her body tremble when she felt herself cumming all over your tongue, mouth and chin.

She rested on top of you for a moment, you rubbed her back and thighs, letting her take her time. You didn't mind staying in between her legs.

After she caught her breath, she moved from on top of your face and sat in your lap. You sat up and oh my god you looked so fucking sexy.

The way your eyes were still low, evidently filled with lust, your droopy smile, your hair was a mess and you had her cum and juices on your chin. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spots on your chin that you couldn't easily lick off.

Fiona stared at your shirt and played with the hem of it. "You want it?"

"Really?" she asked, hesitant to say 'yes'. She didn't want to ransack you of your clothes just yet. "Yeah, don't worry, I got another under here."

This has been one of the first times Fiona has felt truly happy and at peace with a person. Usually everything goes downhill for her, but ever since she's met you and became great friends with you, her life brightened up.

It's been around an hour or two, the two of you were in the midst of a conversation that you didn't hear the front door open and shut close. You were sitting with your back up against the wall with Fiona sitting between your legs and her back against your chest. She wore your shirt and the two of you passed as cigarette between each other.

"Fi', you don't mind if Mickey.." Ian trailed off as he saw his sister, who was naked waste down, cuddling with his boyfriend's sister.

"Did she say anything?" Mickey shouted, walking up the stairs, Ian quickly closed the door before Mickey could peak in. "She's uh naked."

"So? Move, bitch." Mickey opened the door and saw the scene, "Fucking Gallaghers." he chuckled. Walking over to the two of you. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. "Literally, fucking the Gallaghers."

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Hii can u do officer carl smut?

always <3

you see guys i'm a very cunning linguist

Content Tags: Power imbalance, weed, handcuffs, cunnilingus, Carl gets pussy drunk af, kinda overstim

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"Isn't there anything I can do so you won't give me a ticket?" You pleaded, looking up at the officer from your car window.

Carl had pulled you over for speeding. You'd never gotten a ticket in your life— hell, you hadn't even gotten detention in school.

"I'm just trying to do my job, ma'am." He muttered, flipping his ticket pad to start writing. Just before his pen hit the pad—

"You like weed, officer?"

That's how you found yourself parked in a basically abandoned parking lot with Carl, sharing a joint.

"You think one joint's gonna get you out of a ticket?" Carl asked as he passed it back to you.

"Well, um, no, but—" You stammered.

"What else are y'offering?"

After some negotiations, you're in the back seat of your car, wearing nothing but handcuffs. And Carl's face is between your thighs, eating you out like he was fucking famished.

Your handcuffed hands are gripping his hair, whimpers and moans falling from your lips, obscene noises coming from him as his tongue delves from your entrance to your clit and back.

"O-Officer Gallagher—" Was the last thing you cried out before you came. But he didn't stop, or even slow down.

His hands hungrily gripped your thighs, he was completely pussy drunk, continuing to go at you like crazy.

You were gonna have a hell of a time cleaning your back seat tomorrow.

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vi! VIOLET!!! VI!!!!!!!

“come on sweetheart, you can take it, just relax honeybun, breathe for me,” vi hums, her hands dragging fire across your skin where they caress and rub you,

“yeah, good fucking girl,” she moans as her strap bottoms out in you, she’s huffing like she can feel your wet and clenching cunt around her, “god sweet thing, you’re so fucking tight,”

she grips your hips and grinds and thrusts into you, deep and slow, letting you feel the ridges of her strap. moaning as her finger reach down to rub your clit faster than she’s thrusting.

“fuck look at you taking my strap so well angel,” and she looks at you like you are one, wide eyes and her upper lip twitching, she can’t help but lean over you and kiss you, sucking on your tongue as she starts to hasten the pace of her hips.

Vi starts to suck and bite your neck, the lewd sounds of your wet pussy tightening around her cock filling her ears, she’s moaning and whining.

”come on pretty, you know how good I get off when you feel good,” she groans, her brows furrowed as she starts to snap her hips into you, smiling and mouth gaping as you whine loudly.

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Aw hell nah, here comes the lesbian artist's barely disgused self insert ""oc""😭😭💀

This is also on my Twitter. Please support me on there too💙🥰

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sevika sevika sevika I'm always thinking about her it's crazy she would be so needy to eat you out FUCK

FUCK. I know I said I wouldn't write smut for a while but goddamn.

because I just know she's fucking loud with it, and messy. Sevika has you practically folded in half, in love with the way your tummy squishes against your thighs. She starts but licking all the way up your pussy, lapping up all the slick you produced while she was teasing you, riling you up and getting you all needy for her. But in reality? She's the neediest one, fucking starving for it.

All day she's been thinking about getting her head in between your soft, plush thighs, working her mouth against you and feeling you fall apart beneath her. Now that's she's got you pinned to the bed, she's gonna deliver.

She fucks her tongue in and out of you, letting her gorgeous nose grind against your swollen clit. The slick, squishy noises of her tongue passing through your slit and into your hole makes you flush, face growing so warm, but Sevika loves it, and she wants more.

Sevika pulls away for a second, grabbing your hands and forcing you to hold your legs open, one of her forearms pressed against the back of your thighs to keep you pinned. Her other hand is running one deliciously thick finger up and down your spit-covered cunt, before slowly pushing in to your hole and pulling the prettiest little " 'Vika, fuck" from your lips.

She's all cocky and smirking, bringing her mouth to your clit and sucking it between her plump lips, tongue laving at the needy bud just to feel it pulse against her. She adds another finger to your cunt, and then another, and soon enough she's fucking in and out of your pussy at a brutal pace, curling them just enough, pressing against the gushy, sensitive little patch inside you with no mercy.

The sounds coming from between your thighs are fucking nasty, all sloppy, wet smacking noises as she pushes more and more spit onto your cunt, and the squelch of Sevika's fingers abusing your sensitive pussy. She's barely even talking any more, completely caught up in the taste, smell, feel, and sound of you. You flood her every sense like a drug and she's hooked, baby, she can't get enough.

Sevika feels you squirm more and more, hips twitching up into her mouth and trying to rock back into her fingers. She moans into you, desperate to feel you come against her, so she picks up the pace and presses into your sweet spots even harder. She fucking whines when she feels you snap, your moans making her head fuzzy, "Fuck, fuck Sevika please baby 'm gonna cum, please"

She's nodding against your pussy, whining and moaning for you, fucking you harder and harder until you wail above her, hands scrambling for her head as your cunt clenches around her fingers, clit pulsing on her tongue. Your pulling her head against your cunt, and she's on cloud nine, lapping up the creamy cum leaking out around her fingers. She fucks you through it, keeping you sensitive and needy as she pulls out.

"Such a good girl for me, huh? You want more, pretty girl?"

because you Did do so good for her!! she just has to bounce you on her thick purple strap, it's only fair <3