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[princesssmars]

sooooo....sub!vi and sub!reader tribbing.

nsfw. fem!reader. lesbian sex. tribbing ofc. inspired by one of the first nsfwtwt accounts i encountered 5 years ago...ill never forget you </3 wc: 905.

at first glance, every woman vi approached thought she was a dom. in a way she could understand it, she was muscular and tall and had every other stereotypical dominant top butch feature that had femmes falling at her feet begging for a chance for her to strap them until they saw stars.

while she was always flattered, there was an uneasy feeling whenever she was commanding a girl in bed, a nagging in the back of her head that she just couldn't shake. she figured it was just her brain catching up to the fact that she had become incredibly desirable to so many people so quickly, that after a few more girls in her bed, she’d settle into a good rhythm

until she met you.

after a few shared drinks at her favorite bar and a sloppy make out in the back of a taxi, she’s got your pretty form pushed down onto her bed, sheets ruffled and both of your jackets thrown to the ground as your form writhes beneath her, your body so, so pliant for her. but that nagging feeling is coming back with a vengeance, and before she can stop herself she’s pulling off of your body with a groan and flopping into her pillows face first.

she muffles a somber apology, words barely legible through the soft fabric, telling you that she’ll pay for your uber home and that she is really sorry for getting your hopes up. she expects to hear you scoff and get up with a huff, to hear the rustling of you putting on your clothes before the slam of her door. but instead, it's quiet, the only sound reverberating through the room is your shared heavy breathing and the faint sound of crickets in the night.

she slightly jerks when she feels your hand graze her shoulder, so incredibly gentle as you tug on her so she turns onto her back, eyes locking onto yours. your face is��calm, understanding almost.

“is everything okay? do you want to just…talk about it?”

and maybe it's your delicate look and touch, the tone of your voice, and genuine inquiry about what she’s truly feeling instead of being mad at your ruined night, but she lets every little bottled-up emotion that's been building up for the past few weeks go.

and you understand her problem completely.

“im sorry you felt like you had to hold all of that in. if you want,I know a few ways we could help with your problem.”

her eyes widened and face flushed at the prospect. “you mean that you - you would?”

“wish I could, but i’ve never been very good at it. but there are other things we could do. together.”

and it's in moments like these, where after a long day of work she gets to come home, relax, and lose herself in pleasure with you in front of her, that she’s so grateful you helped her find this part of herself.

there isn't an inch of space between you, your shared borderline possessive embraces and the tightly connected collars around both of your necks ensuring so. she doesn't even want to (or can, at this point) think about how desperate she must have looked when you raised the surprise up to her gaze earlier, how she had shown no hesitation in attaching it around her neck before dragging you to your shared bed to get her hands on you and yours on her.

she’s brought out of her thoughts when a punctured cry is torn from her throat, the friction of your clits brushing and grinding together sending a burst of sharp pleasure up from her cunt into the rest of her body. it amplifies the heat already surrounding the both of you, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies from the strain of rubbing against each other for…for who knows how long at this point.

but it doesn't matter, she’d risk the chance of passing out if it meant she got to feel like this for even a few more seconds.

neither of you can speak, only shrill whimpers and endless moans bouncing off of the walls. luckily you seem to have maybe a few more brain cells active at the moment, aware of the impending fifth noise complaint, taking initiative, and pushing your heads together to lock your lips in a sloppy kiss.

and god, everything is just too much. the friction of your slick cunts meeting in a rabid frenzy, both of your hands scratching at each other backs and breasts, and the mushing of your tongues leading to drool dripping down your faces only catapults her into a mind-breaking orgasm, back arching and arms holding your body even closer to hers as she feels you both gush against each other.

and once your highs finally die down, you both take care of each other. the collars are taken off, and giggles are shared when you both stand up to wobbly legs to clean each other up in the bathroom. and it's in moments like these, where you're sitting across from each other in the tub, rubbing fruity-smelling suds over each other's bodies and sharking sweet kisses and praises, that she really, really loves being a sub.

[cecililiess]

YALL GO VOTE FOR INK RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[anotherblas]

ada is so NOT dying this time. LIKE COME ON if she dies now her death will have no impact in the story, annabel will not care nor her group, same with lenore's group (maybe morella but that's it). but if she survives oh that'll be so interesting!!!

anyways i'll keep repeating this in my head to make it through the week because the idea of ada dying makes me wanna CRY

[fortheglowingeyes]

I think I’d actually sell my soul for regional at best to be rereleased I’m being so serious

[rottenstrawberrigirl]

I need more winter holiday-themed fanfics about my dearest husband Fyodor. I'm just a girl with simple needs. And that need is Fyodor. There’s no other. All I want for Christmas is him and solely him… I'll accept whatever content you guys have to offer. Please, fanfic gods, hear the prayers of this desperate, poor girl who is helplessly in love with a man who’s probably a few thousand years older than herself. 😞🙏🧎‍♀️

[sskatmar]

I’m gonna throw up

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

very excited about being leashed, aren’t you, little bot? maybe we should install a little metal loop directly into your neck so we can attach a pretty pink leash whenever we need to?

would you like that, you adorable thing?

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[sdefec]

come on Timkon heads please vote for stephcass @wlwdcchampionship you know we would do the same for you. Stephcass and Timkon are sister ships you know what you have to do

[i-give-worms]

Send me pictures of wormies :3

[funnyrobot]

i need more people on here getting into deadlock so they can write the fanfiction and i can read. the fanfiction.

[soggywetcatgirl]

come play viddy games with me

[mapicccc]

if mapicc ever calls zam his ill die and be very very loud about it like I'd die I'd die that would be the final straw and I would never recover

[spraypaintstainonawhitewall]

oo frank iero you wanna do a full tattoo tour so bad

[sol-rambles]

I wanna jingle the mcsr ranked keys infront of my lifesteal mutuals who don't watch so they'll watch playoffs today :3

[im-wide-asleep]

Need to be in a really bizarre qpr where we communicate mostly by staring and are primarily nocturnal

[iobsesswaytoomuch]

Someone please give me angsty (or fluff or any!) turtle art requests I'm going insaneeeeeeeeee