#and silly ff

[mondaymelon]

melon melon melon you should love both me n @pinute :D

SOBS....

GUYS ARE YOUR HANDS OKAY /11?!!?

[triona-tribblescore]

Anxiety

[1driedpersimmon]

I bought my first subscription the other day and this was how I felt

[foldingfittedsheets]

So I’m a little embarrassed to admit that when I thought my Switch was broken, my issue with force restarting it was that I mistook the home button for the power button. The advice people gave me should have worked.

When I realized today that the core should have its own button I was able to restart it and everything was fine.

To celebrate, please enjoy a non exhaustive list of other silly shit I’ve done:

When I first started driving a manual transmission car I learned how to drive stick from a single wretched session with my dad where he forced me to start on a hill with my emergency break before I had basic shifting down (I ended up starting the car in third gear on an incline which is an achievement that no one should ever do), and one drive in a parking lot with my buddy Dustin.

Consequently I believed that I must always keep my foot on the clutch when the car wasn’t in gear because no one thought to tell me that neutral counted as a gear.

I drove like that for years, clutch pressed in at every red light. The only reason I ever learned better was my clunker needed a jump and after my coworker had his car hooked up to mine he invited me to stand with him while we waited.

I very hesitantly lifted my foot off the clutch and when it didn’t stall I felt so goddamn silly. Years. I hadn't realized for years that I could be in neutral without the clutch down for years.

More recently I’ve been listening to podcasts in my car. I thought that if I hit the next track button it would skip to the whole next episode and dutifully sat through all the ads.

Then one day I was turning and hit the skip ahead button and realized it only did 30 seconds, not a whole episode. I immediately felt so silly and ridiculous for not realizing sooner that I could fast forward the ads without missing the whole episode.

Finally, the silliest way I've ever injured myself was so stupid that everyone immediately assumed I was lying. I was crawling down the bed toward my beloved in a negative sexual way. Cannot stress enough, there was nothing sexy in this scenario. I'm pretty sure I was pretending to be a cat screaming about licking my own anus. I went to plant my hand on the footboard, I overshot and went somersaulting off the bed, landing flat on my back.

The next day I tried to go into work while moving like a possessed puppet, hunkered over and slinking along trying not to move any muscles because everything was a fiery pit of pain. The managers saw this and called me into the office. "What the hell happened to you? Can you actually work today?"

I opened my mouth to answer and my favorite assistant manager instantly interjected, "And don't lie!"

I stopped and realized that saying I could still work was in fact a lie and got sent home to recuperate. My coworkers were all completely convinced when they heard the story that I'd been up to the freakiest sex shit imaginable and not a single one believed I fell off my bed pretending to be a deranged cat.

[nr1chaedickrider]

Let's keep going (baby don't stop)

jeongyeon brainrot... wrote this in one sitting... short and nasty ^_^ not proofread

"god baby..."

the sound of skin slapping fills the supposed to be quiet room.

"i'm not feeling well" you remember saying to the others in the living room while watching a movie.

"i'll get her to bed" did jeongyeon say, before leaving the other members.

how did it go from you not feeling well to you gripping the bedsheets though?

her strap thrusts inside your walls and you feel her everywhere.

you wonder where she got all this strength from (not that you're complaining).

maybe it's from her daily hangouts with jihyo, that turn into them going into the gym together and working out.

you just never thought about jeongyeon working out to the point that she can practically manhandle you in every position that exists.

your moans are muffled by the pillow pressed against your head.

jeongyeon's fingers are curled into your hair, her grip tight - almost cutting off your breath by how much pressure she is applying.

you breathe heavily when she pulls you up by your hair, taking breaths like it's a privilege you earned.

the back of your head lays on her shoulder while she toys with your nipples, your orgasm approaching.

you slurr your words, begging jeongyeon to not stop.

"i'm so close-... p-please."

for jeongyeon, it's almost pathetic how you are begging for her to let you cum, while you know that she will make you cum no matter if you beg or not.

the thrill of asking for permission though, in your opinion - just hits different.

her deep voice whispers in your ear, giving you the permission you were searching for, repeating it like a holy mantra.

it doesn't take long for you to cum, creaming around her strap.

she lets you go and fall onto the mattress as you calm down from your orgasm.

it's obvious to anyone that you are already fucked out and dizzy - even after just a few orgasms.

jeongyeon thinks another one wouldn't hurt though.

she moves you around on the bed, making you lay on your stomach as you raise your head and look straight forward.

the mirror you usually use to take pictures of your outfits.

jeongyeon lets out a light chuckle as she makes eye contact with you through the reflection of the mirror.

"like what you see?" she teases, her voice deep and raspy.

she doesn't give you time to answer as she lays on top of you, holding herself up with her strong, buff arms. placing them next to both sides of your head.

"you look so pretty when you're moaning for me,

i thought how about i show you how pretty you actually look, hm?" she whispers into your ear, biting and nibbling a little on your earlobe.

you let out a soft moan in response, your hips moving against her body, seeking for friction.

"god you're so desperate baby.." she lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing the tip of the thick strap against your folds before shoving it completly in, giving you little time to adjust to the fullness.

the moan you let out is louder, making jeongyeon grin as she moves her hand around your neck - putting you in a headlock.

"don't take your eyes away from the mirror." she orders you.

like the good little slut you are, (that's atleast how jeongyeon would call you) you listen to her and obey, looking at yourself as she thrusts into you.

you let out a gasp when she uses her strength in her arm to choke you.

you grip the bedsheets as you let out more whiny moans.

the depth of the night is filled with skin slapping against eachother and your moans combined with jeongyeon's groaning.

she rolls her hips against you, hitting the spots that make your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl into the mattress.

your eyes are still fixiated on the mirror infront of you, starring at the reflection of yourself.

some tears rolling down your cheeks, mascara smeared, your lipstick? smeared. your neck full of love bites.

jeongyeon's thick biceps around your neck makes you moan even louder, holding onto it as your fingers scratch against her, leaving light marks (that are strong enough to make her bite her lip in pain though).

"s-so c-close-" you stutter, having problems to form such a little sentence by how she is cutting off your breathing.

"yeah? my slut is gonna cum so hard for mommy?"

you nod, over and over again.

your moans get louder and louder as jeongyeon fucks into you deeper, harder, and faster.

the big three that get you cumming for her so fast.

your eyes blur as you cum, letting out a loud moan that the others in the living room definetly heard (do you care about it though? not at all).

she fucks you through your orgasm, letting go of your neck as she pulls the completly drenched strap out.

you cough a little, blinking a few times to regain your vision.

you look at her, and she smiles at you sweetly.

your peace is disrupted by a knock though.

"jeongyeon unnie?" jihyo calls out from behind the door.

[eriyu]

FFXIV script complete through 5.55! it's endwalkin' time!!!

i can't believe i've made it this far to be honest.

[kazumahashimoto]

of throuples

[dewsgremlin]

Rain is the kind of person who tells all sorts of useless facts about sea creatures and their favorite fish while having sex.

"Did you ~ ahhh ~ know t-that ~ ahhh ahh ~ fish can also ~ ahh ~ get seasick?" - Rain while being f~cked by Dewdrop.

[realhjp]

Someone please heal my brainrot and tell me who the artist for this drarry fanart is I BEG 🙏

[rennelelorren]

Why do people hating on zutara that much even after all this years I'll never understand.

Also I'll never understand how people act as if zutara is the worst ship in this fandom. And the most problematic (tho no-one bat an eye when it's zukka) by the way how people literally despise it and throwing all those little tantrums.

And to me it seems like people know nothing about all the ugly, dirty and horrible ships that exist in this saint (at first glance) fandom.

How about Ozai/Zuko, Ozai/Azula, Azula/Zuko, Ozai/Hakoda, Ozai/Kya, Ozai/Hakoda/Kya, Jee/Zuko, Zhao/Zuko, Zhao/Azula?

So, is zutara still the worst ship?

Like REALLY

[viablemess]

The amount of effortless trust I put into podficers on ao3. I will download that zip file, yes. I am sure it is safe. Like. I should stop and think, "Is this a virus?" But I don't. Thank you, podficers, for slowly curing my anxiety in unexpected ways.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 13

PREVIOUS

“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

 He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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[1driedpersimmon]

It's my Sesame's birthday today!!!! Happy 1 year to me playing ffxiv !! 🥳🥳

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve never had a particularly strong desire to get high. Altered mind states have always been somewhat unappealing to me. The only drug I’ve ever enjoyed taking was a prescription strength muscle relaxant that loosened all my knots at once and sent me into the boneless slumber of jello. Top marks.

But I have dabbled with pot. As I’m wildly sensitive to smoke my only recourse was to try edibles and anyone could’ve predicted this was a recipe for disaster. So here’s the story of the first time I got high.

Connor was a major stoner. He was a high energy guy who loved hiking, had his shit together, and absolutely loved getting high and relaxing. One day he decided to make pot brownies. Connor was an amazing cook in his own right but he came into my life at a time when I was eating mayonnaise sandwiches and started giving me real food so I viewed him as a paragon of cookery. He made amazing desserts. And he didn’t make a batch of no pot brownies.

I’d never had one of Connor’s brownies, before, but dear god I wanted one when they came out of the oven in a waft of rich chocolatey smells. They were fudgey and perfect and all that I wanted in the world was to eat one. I watched him take a bite, burning with envy and desire.

Being high seemed like a small price to pay if only I could sink my teeth into the warm splendor of brownie. I came up to where he was sitting on the couch, slightly behind his left shoulder. “Hey. I want to try a bite,” I told him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” I was sure as fuck that I wanted that brownie in my mouth.

Connor was sat facing the tv and held up his hand without looking so I could take a bite. I am not a creature of modest bites. And I wanted that brownie. I took a huge bite, carving into the interior of the brownie, leaving Connor with a only a rim.

He pulled his hand back and saw the brownie crime I had committed and gave a resigned chuckle. “Well this is going to be fun.”

On one other occasion in my life I’ve tried an edible and there was a brief relaxed period before things went horribly wrong that made me think, this is probably where most people stop and enjoy themselves.

But on this occasion, the massive bite of brownie didn’t drift me slowly up through layers of being high. It skyrocketed me into high space with great prejudice. I have no memory of a middle point, I wasn’t high and then I was suddenly so high I couldn’t function.

I’ve heard people talk about paranoia. I didn’t have that. Some people mention nervousness, no, none of that for me. My mind was simply gone. A thought would blip to life on one side of my brain and fail to travel through the fog to find its conclusion. I couldn’t think. I wasn’t really experiencing sensation. I was nothing in the void.

When Connor realized I’d been staring wall eyed at nothing for too long he said, “How are you doing?”

It took a long time to process the words and even longer to slur out, “I can see everything.”

I don’t remember him getting up and leaving, or waiting, or anything really. Thoughts flickered and died in my mindscape, meaningless and alone.

Then Connor put headphones on me.

I was unable to conceive of anything as wonderful as music surrounding me, and thus began the only nice part of the trip. I might have experienced ego death but at least I had the ethereal sounds of Pure Reason Revolution to wrap myself in.

I’m not sure how long the nice phase lasted. But eventually something started going wrong in my mouth. My throat became uncomfortable enough to pierce the haze I was in. It was almost numb, and impossibly dry. I drank water to no avail. Finally I conceived of the solution. “Ice cream!” I demanded of Connor.

He went to grab some and I was dismayed that when I took a bite the sensation in my throat intensified. “It made it worse,” I complained.

“Made what worse?” Connor asked, because of course I hadn’t actually told him why I’d wanted ice cream.

When I told him what was happening he said, “Oh, of course ice cream is going to make cotton mouth worse.”

“Well then why did you give it to me!” I complained. He smiled fondly at my irrational grumping and got me more water.

Finally I’d had enough. Music couldn’t erase my discomfort, I was getting frustrated I couldn’t think but I was still high as balls and I wanted the night to be over. Connor suggested I go to bed so I climbed up into my bed and lay there, uncomfortably high.

I couldn’t sleep. My throat was so cottony, a side effect I hadn’t known existed and I thoroughly loathed.

Then I thought: I could masturbate! Connor had talked about enjoying that while high. I’d give it a shot. My body however was wiser than my head and was having none of this plan. It refused to respond, stubbornly insisting that now was not the time.

I doubled down, refusing to give up on this horrible idea and in a bitter struggle, and against my body’s own wishes, I produced an orgasm that rated a 0 on the pleasure scale. Something happened but it was like a resentful flex of muscles that stopped immediately.

Furious with the overall experience of being high I buried my head in pillows and finally slept. I told Connor the next day about my attempt and he facepalmed so hard. “Why didn’t you just go to sleep! You were way too high to enjoy that.”

I grumbled and agreed that it was very stupid. I tried to weigh the single bite of brownie I had with the absolutely wretched hours of discomfort and while it didn’t quite balance it was still pretty close. It was a really good brownie.

[nr1chaedickrider]

Can we get even closer?

exploring eachothers feelings can get heated very easily

You don't know how it happened.

It was actually just a normal conversation.

Mina talking about how she's in love with a girl. How she doesn't know what to do because it's supposedly all new to her.

But somehow it all started to escalate when Mina said that you were the girl she was in love with.

"What?" was your only response. You were just so confused - and still are, actually.

"You love me?" was your question, and she nodded.

You couldn't believe it.

Mina is a beautiful girl, a very nice girl, and to be honest you sometimes had erotic thoughts about her. But those were just silly ideas, just something that only existed in your head.

At least that's what you thought.

After all the staring at each other and the (rather) uncomfortable silence, the two of you got closer.

And suddenly you're sitting on Mina's lap, on her carpet right next to the bed.

Mina lets out a groan while you grind on her lap, kissing her messy while her slim fingers hold your waist.

"Fuck.." she breathes out when you start kissing her neck, biting down on some spots and sucking on her pulse point. Her hand trails up your body, gripping your hair and pulling it back, making you let out a whimper while leaning your head back, presenting her your neck.

She leans forward, leaving soft kisses on it. Her one hand still in your hair, the other one cupping your breast through your sweater.

You let out some moans as your back arches into her touch.

"You look so pretty like this.." she whispers against your neck, her hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

She slowly pulls away, you look at her with lidded eyes as you pull off your sweater, leaving you topless.

Mina looks at your chest for an embarrassingly long time, you chuckle and take her chin inbetween your fingers as you pull her face up, making her look at you.

"Like what you see?" you ask teasingly, her face changes to a light red color as she nods.

You look her up and down, but your eyes lock onto one particular spot.

Her abs.

Even when you didn't know that she liked you, you thought about what to do with those pretty abs.

The way her stomach rises and sinks when she heavily breathes, the way her abs look like they are rock hard.

"Take off your top and lay down" you say, Mina looks at you but follows your commands pretty fast, taking of her top and laying down on the carpet.

She props herself up with her elbows while watching you take off your shorts as well as your panties.

You lower yourself on her abs, letting out a quiet whimper when your core touches her. You being embarrassingly wet as you slowly start to move on her abs, your one hand holding onto her chest for stability, the other one holding her shoulder.

For Mina this is the sight she has dreamed of for months. The way you grind on her abs makes her cunt clench around nothing.

You moan while riding her, leaning forward to kiss her messily.

She kisses you back, tongue entering your mouth as you moan into her, mina's hand toying with your erected nipple, making you squirm into her touch.

"How is it?" Mina asks, whispering into your ear and leaving kisses on your neck, her fingers still on your chest, rolling her thumb over your bud in a way that makes you let out a whiny whimper. You keep grinding on her abs, your pace messy as you start to go faster.

"F-feels good.. fuck.." you moan, the knot in your stomach tightens and your moans get louder as you get closer to your high.

Mina's hand goes down to your clit as she starts rubbing it, her other hand occupied by your chest. She sucks and licks and bites on your neck in a way that makes you crazy, your senses overwhelming you as your orgasm hits you, her whispering things into your ear while helping you ride out your high.

Your hips slowly come to a stop as you try to calm down, heavily breathing while looking down on her abs and seeing the way it shines on some spots because of your juices.

"So uhm.. what are we?" Mina asks and you laugh a little.

"You're asking this right now? With me sitting naked on your abs?" she nods and laughs too.

"I actually dont know what we are" you answer, and it makes Mina nervous, what if this was a mistake?

"I mean.. this was definetly amazing, and not gonna lie i really enjoyed it, and I thought about you a lot" you answer, Mina sits up as she looks at you, watching you speak.

"I was pretty confused on you confessing, but im glad you did." you say with a smile, making her blush.

"But..", your pointer finger trails on her body, lifting up her chin as you get closer and lean right next to her ear as you whisper, "what if we just continue this and talk about feelings later.. because I have the feeling you need to be pleasured too..".

You lean back, watching her reaction as she blushes even more. "That sounds good" she answers, you move your leg inbetween hers, pressing right onto her core, making her throw her head back.

"You'd be good for me right?" you whisper against her neck as you kiss the marks you left. She grinds a little on your knee as she nods, letting out a little whimper.

You pin her down on the floor, placing her hands over her head as you grab the nearest piece of clothing to tie her wrists together. She looks at you, you look at her with lidded eyes, filled with lust.

"Where is the girl that grinded on my abs so desperately?" Mina asks with a chuckle which you return.

"Gone."

[thebibliosphere]

When I tell you this meme has been living rent-free in my head for the last week, and then having to edit it to include that I won because Tumblr showed up has been nothing short of a mind fuck for the old Imposter Syndrome.

Thanks, gang. I know it was a fun silly poll, but it means a lot to me 💖

Also, if you’re on Twitter go give Queer Liberation Library a follow. They’re doing good work trying to make it safer and more accessible for LGBTQ+ folks to access queer media across the US.