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crawlingpen · 1 year
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"use commas" this "learn how to spell" that. you fools. the very core of linguistics is the change that you so despise on account of lacking any sort of knowledge or foresight. you imbeciles. we the linguists laugh at your little commas and dots that you throw around in your playpen. you think it matters? you think any of this matters? the only thing you should even slightly care about is if you can understand or interpret the core of the message. you hold up the punctuation system as you do the values of the past, thinking it sacred, much like a false idol. you will never be free if you dont stop policing the victimless crimes we've made up. you will never ascend.
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something about how the before-there-was-anything-there-was-darkness-and-before-there-was-darkness-there-were-MONSTERS monsters are always this specific yellow when you see them blaine’s just miserable because their friend ate the ichor of one of said monsters and died about it. ;)
pink hat: oh-- blaine: What. pink: your aura is, like, terrible now
blaine: .... okay. larry: why would you say that?? pink: it's all yellow now
blaine: yellow's a happy color..
pink: not THIS yellow it's a deep, oily yellow- larry: oh, stop-
pink: THE COLOR OF MONSTERS
larry: are you calling them a monster??? pink: no i'm just saying there's like, monsters in their soul and bones,
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pristine-starlight · 4 months
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hey mutuals do any of y'all play pokeymen go like (checks notes) six years after its prime and if yes then do you wanna receive bird themed gifts every day bc hi
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jonphaedrus · 1 year
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spent all day caring for my husband after his wisdom teeth were removed, basically lowkey watching twitter... do whatever it is twitter is doing. and also i build a keyboard for a friend i'll do photos and stuff this weekend probs
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just-spacetrash · 7 months
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#brain ran out of wwdits hype juoce and now i am profoundly sad#it is just cause its late but man....😔#I'm thinking about my shit 20th birthday#sent a 'hey its my bday does anyone wanna go for drinks' text to the gc (sweating hands shaking almost passed out muted my phone for 8hrs)#and then everyone came and talked about their own relationship/mental health issues for like max 3hrs and then went home#and last week my best friend had her 20th bday#and the other friends had like. baked a cake gotten her gifts wrote cards#and like i know im not as close w the other ones as my bff is#but man it did sting a lot#at one point one of em said like 'we did all this because we care about you we wouldnt do it if we didnt care'#and ngl i almost cried then and there#but yea kept it together didnt say anything didnt ruin my bffs bday#and the rest of the party was rly fun#but it just#i wish i had friends like that#and ik im not like. like i dont know how to talk n stuff ik im not as easy to be friends with i know im super anxious n awkward like always#but like#u didnt have to say the whole 'we wouldnt do this if we didnt care'#on my birthday i cried from like 3am to 6am and then pulled myself together and went to a hotel breakfast w no sleep#and like. didnt even feel like shit in the morning so it turned out ok in the end i guess#but looking back it was kind of. fucked up#but yea even the fact that im thinking about it now means i should just go to sleep probably#or i guess i didnt ever rly process it but still#lets hope writing this to my diary (the internet where everyone can see it)#releases some of the pent up. stuff#yeaj#my post#vent#rant#whichever it is
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notveryshrugemoji · 2 years
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yuck craig is my bf now lol
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nonzero people podcasting about goosebumps the musical & it’s never enough. neither extensive enough nor enthusiastic enough & that’s coming from me which is the entire explanation for the assessment. 
on the same topic but a completely different point, i was just appreciating how extra fun i always find understudy buddy to be. and obviously i would like to think that maybe tina & the unit that is brooke & zeke are like, more neutral to amicable after the show lol. tina is a lot of fun as is, like, automatic shoutout to any character just being like, getting in the way being offputting / a pain and all powered by one’s own intensity, that’s fun & funny & who among us? and like yeah she’s also definitely doing the mean girl thing like, in the song as mentioned lmao like please, rein it in. and maybe she will, but then when other suspects are being kind of crossed off the list just before thee play she manages to just be regular supportive towards brooke, so that’s promising lol. and also just shoutout to the Fun of a lively antagonistic role, great stuff, delightful number for her there, and sure helping ramp things up. and zeke and brooke not just showing up for this one horror musical (also i would love to shoutout zeke’s plight there lmfao like, the experience of original readers of poto where the twist is “nah it’s not a phantom it’s just some wet pathetic guy” like he’s so hyped to be The Ghost Lead and then he’s like oh god i’m a romantic lead in a hole & i’m five & it’s embarrassing & i even know my counterpart irl (the bestie) like i guess technically the role’s a ghost by the end & good for the mystery mask wearing element being exciting still) but that they were unnamed ensemble members in guys & dolls & saw that through, they’re bringing support & appreciation for the theatre, & on the flipside tina might just enjoy the theatricality & attention from it but she was having a great time informing everyone that on top of their haunted school it’s a specifically haunted (cursed) play, so maybe she can also relate to zeke and brooke’s horror genre appreciation. and she might warm up at all to zeke when he’s cleared about the fact he wasn’t trying to prank their efforts into oblivion, at least to the same degree she can manage to provide regular supportiveness to brooke when it comes to it. and on the one hand, despite brooke and zeke sure seeming like that hell of an established unit like probably just have their [socializing at school] foundation covered by hanging out w/each other, they could let brian in on that easily enough for something of a triumvirate, but now not only are they bffs since 5ever who love a genre together, they sure had an Adventure in emile messing up by [you never try to scooby doo villain your way through it] but also doing it all wrong where they think You’re the danger here & that you’re going to murder them, plus it’s scary for real exploring the darkness elevator underground tunnels anytime, but also now they have this off the shits experience with that new guy friend who was a ghost for real. kind of its own bonding element & maybe you wouldn’t exactly let anyone else in on it, much less like, tina lmao. she might be interested in The Legend but she was also super interested in telling everyone all about it, and idk, difficult and weird to explain, thing it’d all be quite the stuff to process for one lol like sure we love drama and ghosts and attention too but it’s A Lot. ghosts are real and i online dated one except across time rather than space and he was just some guy hanging out and i also hung out with him sometimes but then in the end it got weird b/c he was the suspicious understudy all along and this role is really not coming through....but also hey, could talk about it all eventually, and tina’s got plenty of context already. next year’s cast n crew party for the last show, be like hey guess what, b/c we’re solidly amicable now also
plus being extracurricular buddies like, ms. walker head in hands dealing with these three menaces lmao....although zeke wasn’t Really up to that much, tina’s sure committed to the show, etc. and it’s like, being a student or teacher or anyone else at a middle school is just always gonna be like that. could really be worse, she can handle it. and maybe she can know of the lore also, she’s out here engaging in irl drama and lore about like avenging her grandmother’s theatrical aspirations, or none of this would be going on lol. get used to these three and actually they’re reliable really, maybe tina will have learned to better accept not getting the dream role, which will be an easier time for everyone. but it’s just always gonna be a handful lol but all these kids were also all about putting on the play too, actually, yes maybe some problems arose from messing around with the platform but they could’ve been worse problems (queues of ghosts in line for their turn at finally achieving one last goal of performing their part in this one damn play lol) and does seem like it’s engineering issues inherently rather than Just messing around backstage unsupervised which isn’t often otherwise going to be fatally risky, and maybe just give people a rundown about the riskiness of things that Isn’t emile’s botched effort where he mostly just made children afraid of Him. like idk, i did shop class throughout middle school, we avoided injury w/successful cautionary rundowns. brian’s one other last goal could’ve been about safety measures, but whaddaya gonna do. anyways point is, hanging out after school for theatre purposes and having an understanding and bonus patience affordance with the teacher in charge of this and maybe everyone gets to know the Real Ghost Story or maybe it’s zeke & brooke’s personal inside secret, it was already a shared adventure for all involved even if they didn’t get the Full story the way those two did, all of them are up for Drama and for Horror, they’re good to go. and good for them
#goosebumps the musical#like let's do a play by play of the show And this kind of meandering musing about any and all elements lmfao#funny when the [just some guy] was clearly not at all intending to murder them but so far as they know he might've. which yeah terrifying#and their Real Ghost was a just some guy new friend. brian truly just hanging out like yep what's up everyone. yeah i'll paint a set#and i can't get over book brian being all the more just So Nervous in general lmao that's like his whole thing#like is this some extra anxiety you get when you die & then have been a ghost abt it? maybe. or maybe he's just already like that.#either way lol. i Love how they talk abt maybe encountering an actual ghost via the platform & brian's like omgg nooo stopp ;m; too scary#if you're a kid who would've been scared of ghosts then....just b/c you happen to be one yourself. still like omg no stopppp#but zeke & brooke aren't too overly terrified of this possibility of Real Ghosts though it Is clear they're both scared in the abyss there#like. yeah fair. you're like eleven and that is scary for anyone and does involve various elements of not insignificant danger#and it's more fun when they Aren't utterly unfazed by everything happening in the story ofc. which they are not#and who knows maybe zeke's a bit put off about actual ghosts lmfao like he Did get ghost attacked. whoops#hopefully as simply disorienting as alarming rather than like yeah i had a whole fight for my life back there while gradually smothered#things that have you looking up folklore abt ghosts' breath stealing ability. like fatally or just a lil sip...#well i don't know. where is the fog patch haint warding tradition recited humorously from perhaps my grandma as the lore source there lol#not online i suppose. go figure. anyways theatres & ghosts & superstitions? already going on. the ghost light for sure. just add some more#and be all the more earnest with it lol. hey why do you always say ''brian no more of that shit please i don't care if you wanna be man 7''#might still be more like ''i hope emile who's an alive guy out there doesn't try to kill me :/'' lmao fr....#maybe he makes himself scarce a while but returns also. kids probably wouldn't tell a soul so long as he doesn't try to scare them abt it#kind of difficult to ask these children straightforwardly to just not say anything to anyone once they know you're here but#they probably don't wanna go exploring back down there again. did that. just don't haunt the plays or seem like you'll kill them#and like who knows maybe a lot of ghosts w/goals hanging around & they're generally Just Ppl in gb situations thusly#your new friend even if they're really more Mortal than you for the temporariness of it all; ideally#given that they Do have some goal to fulfill & then they'll peace out a ways. really hardly the worst gb style of situation to be in#it's the drama & mystery & theatrics....& the fun of like layers of genre awareness lol. you like horror & you know you're kinda in A Story#the play; the play having a mystery history & possible curse; school's haunted; someone's sabotaging you; fake janitor; suspicious behavior#and a couple of protagonists who are liable to go looking for some degree of trouble for the fun of it....#anyways what a setup. lot going on lol. lot that Did go on. including the show; congratulations to everyone just about
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whenusawlove · 4 days
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one day i will be strong enough to actually say how i feel
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lovphobic · 9 months
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im CONDITIONING MYSELFFFFF
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nereidprinc3ss · 1 month
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light of the morning
in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs
It’s late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that you’re dozing on the bed above the covers. 
It takes you a moment to reorient yourself—you’re rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door. 
"Hi."
"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. It’s funny, really. He never gets any better at this. 
You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door. 
"Did I wake you?"
"How could you tell?"
"You’re in pajamas. And you look tired. I mean—you don’t look bad. You never look bad, I just meant… you don’t look tired but you’re not—I didn’t mean to—"
"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "It’s late. We have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."
He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.
You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth. 
"It’s fine. But I don’t know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."
His eyebrows dart up. 
"That’s fine. That’s totally fine. I’ll just, uh—"
When you don’t move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but that’s how he looks in his sleep clothes. There’s a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if he’s not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it. 
"You could… stay, anyway, if you want?"
His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. There’s a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack. 
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you can—"
"No, no! You didn’t, I just don’t want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. I’m right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."
You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety. 
"It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before." And not like you wouldn’t have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.
He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."
It’s incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement. 
"Do you wanna get your stuff, or…"
"No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."
You squint, unable to tell if he’s fucking with you or if that’s an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you don’t really care. 
"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. I’m just going to brush my teeth."
Once you’re enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But that’s silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. It’s always been a matter of convenience—less bother if he doesn’t have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when you’re both exhausted. Or maybe that’s just what you’ve been telling yourselves. 
You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and he’s already under the covers, fiddling with his phone. 
"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time to—"
"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you. 
"Spencer."
“Yeah,” he answers immediately. Like he’s even more wired about this whole situation than you are. 
"You know you don’t have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? I’m not a leper."
He looses a nervous laugh. 
"I know. We’ve just never really done this."
You frown at the darkness.
"We’ve definitely slept in the same bed before."
"Yeah, but… this feels different."
That, you can’t argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex? 
Screw it. If there is one thing you don’t want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvet—and find his hand already waiting for yours. 
"I don’t think it’s that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly. 
"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefits…" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesn’t want to shatter it. 
"Can’t argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling you’re doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.
"Can I…"
"Yeah."
Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as you’ve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now. 
He exhales as you settle against each other—a sound of relief that mirrors your own. He’s so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you can’t deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like he’s not even thinking about it. 
"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt. 
"Goodnight," he whispers back. 
You fall asleep pretty quickly after that. 
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It’s unclear what wakes you up—maybe it’s the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, it’s still mostly dark) or maybe it’s the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.
Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache. 
But you’re just friends. 
Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second you’re nervous he’ll pull away. 
"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep. 
"Five."
"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."
"Sometimes waking up early is okay."
His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily you’re paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which you’ve never operated. You don’t know what’s acceptable. You don’t know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, or—
He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and hands—it’s almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt. 
Friends. 
"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."
"I don’t want to go back to sleep."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you.  
"No? What do you want?"
Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, it’s your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer. 
The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. What’s a kiss or two when you’ve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while you’re still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People don’t think clearly when they’ve just been asleep.
So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?
Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips. 
"I thought it wasn’t a good night?"
"It’s not night time anymore, is it, genius?"
You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away. 
Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himself—biting his lip to hold back the words. 
"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing. 
"I was just—" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I don’t know if that’s something I should say, or if it would feel too… I don’t know…"
He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesn’t have the words. 
You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And he’s right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesn’t mean you don’t like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you. 
"It’s fine. Thank you."
He continues chewing on his lip for a moment. 
"Did I just ruin the mood?"
"No," you laugh, "not at all."
"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again. 
"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses. 
He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck. 
"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"
"Kind of," you breathe.
"No you don’t," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."
Well, he’s not wrong there. 
You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows it’s low enough to be covered by your clothing later. 
You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you are—how easy it is to get a reaction out of you. 
Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldn’t hear them, but Spencer does. He’s hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you. 
Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum. 
"You’re gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we don’t want to wake him up."
"I’ll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencer’s mouth trails lower until he’s pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders. 
"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs. 
You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. It’s not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesn’t make it any easier. 
Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you like—he knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans. 
"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient you’ll get what you want. 
He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and you’re forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you can’t hold back. Spencer keeps it up until you’re practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close. 
"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like this—with him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course. 
He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty. 
You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and you’re losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencer’s tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. There’s really no way of knowing—your ears are ringing anyway. 
When you come to a moment later he’s peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently. 
"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."
You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt. 
You’re the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didn’t even think about. 
"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further. 
"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway. 
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"Doubtful."
You don’t have much time to consider what that could mean before he’s running the head of his cock over your clit and you’re gasping into his mouth, saying please like it’s the only word you know. 
"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once he’s opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, you’re seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"
It’s been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words. 
"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. 
"Relax, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you."
He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. You’re so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he can’t think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you. 
"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation. 
"I know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."
"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way. 
"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."
You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.
"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut. 
"Only for you."
Just three words—but he wasn’t expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes him—one that he’ll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating. 
"Only me?"
You moan an affirmation. 
"Good. I don’t want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
"I’m the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. You’re not doing this for anybody else, baby."
"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spence—"
He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. 
You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. It’s obvious that your orgasm is close, but you can’t even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing. 
No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same moment—deep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes. 
You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, you’re both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet. 
"You okay?"
All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb. 
"Need your words, angel girl."
"I’m okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing. 
"Yeah? Why so quiet?"
But it seems that at least for the moment, he’s gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter. 
"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck. 
"You can have…" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."
"An hour."
He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you. 
"I said 48 minutes."
But it doesn’t matter—you’re already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go now—the earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will arise—but how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that he’ll watch over her as she sleeps? No—there’s no way he’s leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, he’s sure. 
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ultimatehopes · 1 year
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man, my friend getting upset at something i said really peeved me off, i dealt with the interaction but i don't know why i do the thing in the first place and why the alternatives scare me so much.
my mother:
#ender talks#thing: saying ''hey do this w me'' instead of ''does anyone want to do this''#first of all the friend (same person who hasn't apologised for triggering me because they had good intentions) is mad because it makes it-#feel like I'm centring myself#which is such bullshit but fuck it i guess I'll add a please and thank you i guess#but the reason i do it??? theory number one is autism#for some reason i fucking hate saying please in a lot of random situations#or adding a 'do you wanna' or whatever#feels like beating around the bush and really uncomfortable#second option is my highly passive aggressive mother and the abuser who would force me to drag any emotions out of them like i was pulling-#teeth#so now I'm super straight forward to avoid making people work for what i say (and to circumvent my people pleasing/doormat tendencies)#(i struggle with halfway so over correcting is usually my only option)#final theory is i try to act super friendly and confident all the time and one way that manifests is avoiding asking so the person I'm with#feels supported i guess?#idk if that makes the tiniest amount of sense but it feels like if i make the other person just need to say ''okay sure'' they'll be more-#likely to do it#i think all of these boil down to i want to be straight forward and avoid conflict as much as possible#hilariously making me do people pleasing again because I'm trying to stop people from doibg any work#by taking on all the burden of the social interaction#but hey#i wish i knew why that upset me still because if it was rsd I'd be over it by now#but I'm still mad (and I'm an aries moon so that's just me avoiding crying lol)#UGH i need help ;;;;
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Provocative encounters (h.j)
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☆ Synopsis: although he’s considered a loser, one flirtatious encounter of 7 minutes in heaven leads to you two hooking up in which he shows you that in the bed he’s not what everyone says he is.
☆ Pairing: Loser/nerd!Hongjoong X Fem!Reader
☆ Genre: smut, college au!
☆ Notes: loser hongjoong, messy make out, hongjoong has a big dick, finger sucking, cowgirl position, college party, mating press position, breeding kink
Tags: @hongjoongswifefr @s3onghwaswifey @waleriqww
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“Oh shit, he actually came.” Was the thought on everyone’s mind when Hongjoong strolled through the crowd of drunk and sober party goers. He was what everyone would call a loser, a nerd, doesn’t really talk to others, doesn’t make an attempt to dress by anyone’s standards and well, people just don’t like him for whatever reason. Today he actually made an effort to dress up but that didn’t mean anyone would talk to him, he sat against the counter in the kitchen, drink in hand, just watching but was eventually approached by the host “hey man some of us are playing seven minutes in heaven upstairs wanna join?” HJ knew in the back of his head that he was only really asked as some sort of joke, a way to make someone complain if the bottle landed on him but he still said yes, he didn’t really care after all. Whoever the bottle lands on they’ll find out he’s not the loser they claim him to be.
You sat in a circle on the floor with 10 other people, nervously messing with your fingers, watching the bottle spin, each Time it passes you and each time it almost even slightly stops next to you your heart starts to race. Hongjoong is given the bottle and nothing could prepare them for who it would land on, as he set it in the middle of the floor he makes quick eye contact with you, giving it a very strong spin. Everyone looks on, the bottle taking quite a bit to slow down, but when it does stop it’s pointing directly at you. Your two friends gasp, everyone else suddenly cheering on hongjoong for landing on “someone attractive.” And he nonchalantly looks over, your friends can’t hide their giggles, teasing you “it landed on you y/n, you know what you have to do.” You didn’t want to embarrass hongjoong, after all he never did anything that would make you want to so without much hesitation you stood up and walked to the closet, and with some surprise he follows.
Now here you two are, alone in a dimly lit closet, there was a decent amount of space so you two sat at a distance not really looking at each other. “The timer has started!” Your friend Calls out from the other side to which hongjoong looks up “Are you just going to sit there and avoid my gaze?” You scramble to find an answer “no sorry I just..” “just what? Think I’m a loser like everyone else out there does?” You shake your head and finally lock eyes with him “of course not! If anything I’m the loser, I’m really awful at kissing or making out..I don’t want to ruin your first time.” Hongjoong chuckles, a very amused smile tugging at his lips. He moves closer to you, so close that now your back is touching the wall of the closet, his lips inching closer to yours. “That’s really cute, i appreciate you thinking of what would be good for me.” by now you’re flustered, and hongjoong can sense the nervousness, his hand interlocking with yours as he closes the gap between you two. when you’re looking at him like this you can see just how good looking he is.You eased into the kiss, feeling fireworks in your stomach, you noticed that the entire time he was the one guiding you, the one who would move in more, the one who would stroke your hair and rest his hand on your cheek, this wasn’t his first kiss.
He was too good, so good that you started to get a bit worked up, a half desperate moan coming out and you prayed that no one on the outside heard, hongjoong on the other hand saw this as an opportunity to go a bit further seeing as how you were now sitting on his lap, your stretched out shirt dangling off your shoulder, your hands gripping his shoulder. His fingers trace along your waist, often rubbing circles on the small of your back, each time you softly moaned they would move up and he eventually reaches your chest, his thumb and index finger pinching the tip of your nipples, his other hand massaging the other. “Mm’ hongjoong..” “hm?” “We can’t..we can’t go any further..they’ll hear..” he pulls Away and you hear a hard knock at the door which startles you “times up!!” For a second you don’t even want to get up, you’re wet, flustered and beyond aroused, leaving now and having to get through the party will be hell. “We don’t have to stop here.”
Did you hear that correctly? “What?” Hongjoong stands up and extends his hand out to help you up “I’m saying we can continue this, but alone in an empty room, I know you’re wet, I know you enjoyed that kiss a little too much.” When he says it like that it just makes you sound dirty, but you did not decline the offer he was making. The faces your friends made when you dismissed yourself, walking out of the room with hongjoong, you’ll never forget it, or well you did as soon as he locked the door and pushed you onto the bed, his lips locking with yours once again. Your head was clouded, The only thing you could think of was his lips on your neck, his hardened pressing against your thigh, each touch slowly making you realize that he clearly had some experience and little did you know that he was going to give you the time of your life. He pulls away his eyes speaking so much, he looked at you with such confidence and you wondered why no woman at your campus had ever expressed their interest in him, seeing as though he was much attractive up close. “Open up your legs more darling.” You did as told, your legs opening up just enough so that he had better access, though he ends up bending your legs up and against your stomach, his finger rubbing over the wet spot on your panties, being this open and exposed had you feeling things “so wet and all I did was kiss you,” “you did much more than that.” There’s a cunning smile on his face “still I’ll bet you’re surprised a loser like me managed to get you like this right? All worked up, you’re probably wishing i was inside you right now.” How the fuck was he this hot? You never saw this side of him.
He dips his head down, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue, almost immediately you grab ahold of his hair, your desperate cunt clenching onto nothing as you begged in your mind for him to just ravage you. Hongjoong sat there enjoying the sight of you shaking as his tongue slides through your folds, his lips sucking at your clit and lapping up any arousal that dripped out of you. Thank god the music downstairs drowned out your voice because the last thing you wanted was for your friends or literally anyone to hear how pathetic you sounded right about now. This man had your toes curling, had your back arching as you cried out in pleasure “shit…joong..” “gonna come, can’t take anymore..” “please, please, keep going just like that..” and for a split second your legs go numb as your first orgasm hits you and like a fucking truck, there’s tears in your eyes as hongjoong rubs your clit to help you ride it out, his mouth and nose wet, but his face screams satisfaction as much as yours does. “So good baby, so good, see? you handled it so well, good girl.” After coming down from your orgasm you’re still turned on and lucky for you hongjoong was still hard, you were itching to get him out of his clothes, leaning forward to rub and feel the hardness of his cock under his jeans. “Take it off..” you try to sound demanding but it comes off as whiny and HJ let’s out a chuckle “whatever you want darling.”
As soon as he strips from his pants and underwear your face is cold and grim, he was fucking huge how were you supposed to take that? It’s true when they say to watch out for the quiet ones. Hongjoong Strokes his cock and then switches positions with you, laying on his back. You straddle his lap and lift your hips up to which he lines his tip up at the entrance “are you ready?” You nod and slowly lower down, the tip alone was stretching you so much and you had to breath and relax your body so that you wouldn’t get so tight. “You alright?” He asks out of concern “your face looks uncomfortable.” “It’s just…you’re really big.” He strokes your waist and makes eye contact “if it hurts darling we can stop, do you want to?” Almost immediately you shake your head, you’re not a quitter “n-no I can take it..” he chuckles “if you say so baby, but if I feel like I’m hurting you we’ll have to stop.” Slowly you inch down, his cock filling up every crevice, brushing way past your sweet spot but you let out a moan which helps him recognize where it is. “Almost there baby, just a little more, yeah that’s it.” Once he’s fully inside you sit still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, you’re so full, so eager to move but he makes sure you’re proper and ready. You start the pace off slow, feeling hongjoong twitch inside of you, it’s obvious that he wants to speed up so you don’t beat around the bush- hips starting to pick up speed. “Fuck, fuck you’re clenching me so hard, you want it so bad don’t you? I knew it the moment the bottle landed on you,” “they think I’m a loser but you don’t think so right? Could an inexperienced loser fuck you this good?” You didn’t even know how to respond, all you could do was incoherently mumble out an answer.
“Answer me, do you think I’m a loser?” His energy has completely shifted, a cocky smile on his face, he flips the position, you’re on your back lifted up just slightly as your legs are pressed against your stomach, his knees are bent as his hips aggressively snap down, his chain dangling over your face. “come on baby answer me,” at this point it was a taunt, he knew you couldn’t answer at the moment but wanted to tease you. You pull him closer, arms around his neck, lips touching his. He grunts, and feels your hand snake down, your finger rubbing over your clit and this causes him to really go at it, he fucks you at a relentless pace, practically tearing you open, fueled by your cries “gonna breed you, you’d like that wouldn’t you, yeah?” Suddenly your phone starts ringing in your skirt pocket and before you could react Hongjoong takes it out and looks at the Called ID, it’s your friend “looks like your friends are looking for you, should we answer?” Please someone wipe that fucking grin off of his face “n-no…let it go to voicemail,” hj shakes his head “nonsense, they must be worried sick, I’ll answer and you let them know that you’re busy and will meet them soon ok?” It’s clear that he was close, his thrusts getting sloppy but that didn’t make him change positions at all, he pushed through and picks up the phone, setting it on speaker. “Jesus Y/n, where are you? We’ve checked everywhere and no one has seen you?” You open your mouth but all that comes out is a whine, hongjoong is purposefully giving some more rhythm to his movements, keeping your hand in place so that you could keep touching yourself at the same time. “Are you okay??” You nod “she can’t hear you baby, speak up.” “I-I’m alright-I’m busy..I’ll..” your orgasm is building up again and only comes when hongjoong starts only targeting your sweet spot “huh? Is someone with you? Y/n answer me!” Hongjoong coos at you, as your body trembles and does you a service by hanging up the phone, leaving your friend mildly confused.
Finally after a few thrusts he comes too, making sure every last drop filled you up, you’re overstimulated, headspace clouded but starting to clear up as he slowly pulls out and almost collapses on you but holds himself up. You’re both exhausted, but satisfied, he proved to you that he wasn’t what everyone said he was and you’ll do right to never forget.
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atomicami · 3 months
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vengeance.
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roommate!abby anderson x fem!reader
- summary: you’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it.
- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, reader and abby are roommates, reader has a shitty boyfriend, slight mentions of alcohol consumption and partying, infidelity/cheating, sex tape/amateur porn, kinda roughdom!abby, strap usage (r!receiving), abby referring to the strap as her cock, slight choking, daddy kink, abby hits it from the back, oral & fingering (r!receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, aftercare at the end ofc
- author’s note: hi everyone!! so i decided to do my very first collab with none other than the amazingly talented @whore4abby, i’m so grateful to have done this with you!!
also, consider this fic as our 1k special from us to you. thank you so much for all the love and support you’ve given to the both of us 🤍 we hope you enjoy it!!
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you don’t really know how you got yourself to this point.
well, you do, actually…but you didn’t know how this could have possibly escalated so fast.
it was just a silly little conversation at first. you were simply venting to your roommate, abby about your boyfriend for what was probably the millionth time now.
“ugh, i just can’t believe him!” you exclaimed to her as you frantically paced around your room. “i told him to make the best impression to meet my parents last weekend and what does he do?! he shows up to the restaurant thirty minutes late smelling like alcohol. how can he be so…so inconsiderate?!”
you’ve been in an on-again, off-again relationship with your boyfriend for about a year now. everything went fine with the two of you at first, but now it somehow just progressed to where you both can’t even make it a week without breaking up.
abby is sat at the foot of your bed, nodding in acknowledgement as you continued to ramble to her about your asshole boyfriend. you truly couldn’t ask for a better friend like her to listen to all of your problems about this, because unlike abby, you knew that anyone else you might know couldn’t withstand having to hear about the same person every damn day of the week.
“i seriously think i’m gonna break up with him now, for good this time.” you tell her with confidence.
abby lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at your statement. “isn’t that what you said the last fifteen times though?” she asked, further manspreading on your bed before pulling her phone out of her pocket to scroll through it.
“i know, i know,” you said, continuing to pace around your room. “he’s done so much stupid shit lately, but this is honestly the final straw for me. who knows how much worse he could get if i—“
“hey, um…you might wanna see this.” abby says, showing you her phone screen. “isn’t that him?”
“what? what are you—“ your words drift off for a moment. you take a step towards her to take a closer look at her phone. it was an instagram story that her friend manny had posted, containing a video of some frat party happening right now and you could visibly see a girl grinding and making out with your boyfriend, clear as day.
now that was really the last straw for you.
“that asshole…” you mutter quietly to yourself as you watched the story again.
to be honest, you weren’t even that upset about it. well, you were, but not to where you’d be in tears crying over him. but rather, you had an urge to try to get back at him somehow. you wanted to retaliate against him. you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
you wanted to give him vengeance.
“i seriously can’t believe him right now,” you tell abby again as you hand the phone back to her. “you know, i’m not even upset that he cheated on me, i just…” you pause for a moment to take a deep breath. “i just wish i could get back at him, give him some sort of payback you know?”
“yeah, i get you.” abby replies before looking back down at her phone. “you know…i think i might have an idea to get back at him…show that asshole what he’s missing…” she said, flipping her phone around to eye at the camera for a moment before looking back up at you.
“really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you took another step towards her. “i’m down for whatever, what did you have in mind?”
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and that’s how you got to where you were now, as if it had happened in a matter of seconds.
“c’mon, baby… look at the camera for me.” abby murmured to you from behind.
you laid at the center of your bed, bare body sprawled out with your ass up and abby’s thick, black strap nestled deep inside your wet cunt.
you didn’t want to admit it, but the stretch that abby’s cock had in you was overbearing. you really thought you’d take it, you told her so yourself. but now that you were feeling every single inch inside you, from base to tip—you were very, very wrong. you’re trying as best as you can to follow abby’s commands, but the immense length and girth of her strap has you feeling dizzy.
one of her hands reaches down under your stomach and makes its way up to your neck. “you really want me to repeat myself right now, princess?” she says in a firm tone, keeping her grip on your neck. “i said, look at the camera for me.”
“oh, fuck—“ you whimper to yourself as chills start to go through your spine. your whole body is fucking trembling and abby still has yet to move her cock inside you.
you try to lift your head up, looking straight into the camera on abby’s phone that was currently propped up in front of the two of you, the most dumbfounded expression was stricken on your face at the moment. you were already so cockdrunk and it clearly shows.
“atta girl…would you look at that?” abby says, looking into the camera with you as well. “see how pretty your girlfriend looks on my cock? she’s already drunk and i haven’t even started moving yet…not so bad for a girl if i do say so myself.” she continues narrating into the camera. “i’ll show you how it’s really done, yeah?”
and with that she began to start moving, painfully slow to say the least. you felt her hand let go of its grip on your neck and move to your hip, gripping it tightly as she kept slowly thrusting her cock inside you.
“you like that, princess? like how my cock feels inside you?” she asks in between her thrusts.
you end up mumbling something into the sheets, and abby could’ve sworn that you were calling her a name. her hand quickly returns back to your neck, lifting you up and pulling you back towards her as she kept her cock inside you. “what did you just call me? tell me what you just said.” she says in a stern tone, slowly tightening her grip on your neck.
“f-feels so good, d-daddy…” you slur out to her, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of the strap gently presses against your g spot.
the smirk on abby’s face grew wider as she heard you call her that name. it was like music to her ears, and she couldn’t help but play along with it. “yeah? does it feel good, princess? does daddy’s cock feel good inside that little pussy of yours?” she asks, receiving a whiny nod from you in response.
abby looks into the camera and lets out a quiet groan at the sight of the two of you on her phone screen. “oh fuck, you’re not wrong…let’s take a closer look there, shall we?” she says, keeping your body up against hers with one hand as she moves forward and grabs her phone with the other. you look down as she brings the front camera down to both of your lower bodies where the strap was connecting it. now keeping her bicep firm on your upper body, she snakes her hand down to your gushing pussy, spreading its puffy lips open with two fingers in front of the camera.
“would you look at that…” she murmurs, bringing the camera closer. “that pussy’s practically crying all over my cock. does he ever get you this wet, princess?”
“n-no…” you whine out, shaking your head. “he doesn’t…”
“oh, poor thing…” she murmurs from behind, reaching down to rub your throbbing clit. “seems like you need daddy to take care of you, yeah?”
“y-yes, daddy, please…n-need you to fuck me…”
abby gently lowers you back down onto your bed before setting her phone back to its original spot, screen still fixed on the both of you. she places a hand onto each of your hips, gripping them tightly as she begins to slowly thrust her cock into your pussy.
as abby began to fuck you, you were now buried into the sheets again, releasing muffled moans and whines with every thrust of abby’s hips. in that moment, your boyfriend, and all of the fights and encounters you’ve had with him were the last things on your mind. you didn’t care about him. you didn’t even care about the video, knowing that he’ll be watching it soon. all that was on your mind now was abby and the large piece of black silicone stretching you open.
“does that feel good, baby?” she asks, slowly speeding up her pace. “c’mon baby, why don’t you tell him how it feels?”
you muster up the energy to at least turn your head to the side to respond. “f-feels amazing, daddy…b-best cock i’ve ever had…” you slur back to her, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you fist the sheets tightly.
“you hear that?” she says into the camera. “it’s not even real, yet it’s the best cock she’s ever had…bet it’s bigger than whatever you have going on down there too…”
you continue to whine into the sheets, weakly pushing your hips back against abby’s cock as a sign for her to speed it up. “f-faster daddy…p-please…” you whine out to her.
abby looks back down to what was below her, that same smirk growing onto her freckled face once again. “would you look at that, she’s already so eager for more…” she murmurs to herself, tightening her grip onto your hips as she began to thrust into you faster than before.
“oh f-f-fuck—“ you moan out, turning your head back to see her and watching her smirk get bigger again as she admires your drunk, fucked out expression. “don’t look at me now…” she tells you before pointing at her phone. “look at the camera. look at him. tell him how good i’m fucking you.”
despite how heavy your eyelids were getting, you try to keep your vision straight, looking into the camera for as long as you could. “s-s-she’s fucking me s-so good…b-better than y-you…” you slur out into the camera before letting your head drop back down into the sheets.
“you hear that? i’m a better fuck to her than you’ll ever be.” she narrates to the camera, still continuing her fast thrusts inside you. “can’t believe you’re letting a girl beat you at your own game, man.”
it didn’t take long for that feeling to build up inside you. abby had only been fucking you for less than five minutes, and you were already about to cum now.
“a-abby, fuck—g-gonna cum n-now…” you whimper out to her, bringing a trembling hand to hold hers from behind. abby instantly swats your hand away and brings her hand down to your ass to slap it, the sting causing you to flinch a bit. “that’s not my name, princess. you wanna try that again?” she asks you, still not stopping her fast pace.
“fuck, daddy!” you exclaimed, tightening your grip on the sheets to stabilize yourself. “p-please daddy…n-need to cum so bad…”
“there we go, that sounds better now…” she replies, looking back to the camera before back down at you. “go ahead, babygirl…cum for daddy.”
your grip gets even tighter on the sheets, and your cunt begins to clench down hard on the strap before cumming with a loud muffled moan, completely coating abby’s black strap with your release.
“holy fuck…” abby groans out from behind, now slowing down her pace. without pulling out just yet, she leans over to grab her phone, stopping the video and flipping the camera to the back to record a new one. “would you look at that…” she murmurs, zooming in on your lower body, particularly on the white ring that was being formed on her strap.
she then points the camera to the very back of you where your pussy was before slowly pulling her strap out of your fucked out cunt. abby lets out another groan as she watches your pussy clench and spill out your thick release, quickly running two of her fingers over it to pick it up. you whimper and whine due to the sensitivity from her thick fingertips, but you still oblige and let her do it.
“look how fucking good this pussy looks…” abby murmurs to the camera. “you know, i heard her tell me that you refuse to eat her out…” she says, pausing for a moment to suck her fingers clean before continuing. “you’re definitely a fucking idiot, to say the least. who wouldn’t want to get a taste of this sweet girl?”
you hear abby stop the recording on her phone, letting out a breath of relief as you set the rest of your body back down onto the bed. you’re already fucked out as is, and you feel the slumber slowly starting to take over you.
however, you didn’t get to have much of it now that abby has shaken you awake again. “lie back on the bed, i’m not done with you just yet.”
“w-what?” you say weakly, fully blinking your eyes open. “i-isn’t that one enough already?” you ask, pointing to her phone.
abby shakes her head in response. “nope, we still have one more video to make…and you’re holding the camera this time.”
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you take the phone into your shaky hands, almost dropping it in the process before steadying it, abby's eyes practically burning through the camera lens as you angle your phone to film her between your legs, she slaps her hand against your folds and you whine out her name, "keep it fuckin’ steady, you hear me?"
your grip tightens on the phone and you try to keep it as steady as possible as she connects her warm mouth onto your clit, flicking her tongue up and down it a couple times, before drawing back and looking into the camera. "you see what you're missing out on, huh?" she tsks and shakes her head slightly. you draw your bottom lip between your teeth as she sinks back between your legs.
she presses her tongue to your sensitive folds as she messily kisses and licks at your pussy, groaning as she tastes you. her fingertips find your clit, rubbing circles over it as she slurps up your juices. the phone starts to slip from your grasp and abby shakes her head mockingly, slapping her hand straight down onto your pussy, fingertips smacking at your clit cruelly. "i'm not telling you again, keep that camera on me or imma keep slapping this pussy." she drawls, voice low and demanding as her gaze shifts from the camera lens to look straight into your half-lidded eyes. her stern tone has you nodding your head immediately in fear of another sharp slap.
her fingers start to slide into your entrance, slick squelching around them as she thrusts them in and out. her lips move up to suck at your swollen clit, with more purpose this time around as she feels you clenching around her fingers. "lemme hear you baby. c'mon, let it out. let him hear how good i'm making you feel." she whispers, thrusting her fingers in and out faster. she lifts her head and smirks up at you, clearly waiting for you to cum for her.
your back arches up into her and her free hand slides between your legs, roughly rubbing your wet folds as her tongue flutters over your clit, bringing you over the edge. your thighs tremble as they clamp around her blonde head which gives her no other option than to keep her head buried between your legs, sucking on your clit as you ride out your high and start to cum on her face.
her fingers continue to plunge in and out of you at practically record speed, fingertips curling against every inch of your g-spot and without warning, a stream of juices spurts from your pussy to soak her fingers and her face. she slides her fingers from your entrance, holding them up for you to see that they're covered in your juices, glistening in the light.
"look at the mess you made." she chuckles as she looks up and notices the look of absolute shock on your face as you realise what just happened.
"never done that before, huh?" she raises an eyebrow. "nuh uh." you pant out, feeling the need to pinch yourself as there is absolutely no way in hell she just made you squirt. "he's never made me do that....like ever." you giggle.
your head is still reeling as she lays you comfortably up against the pillows before she quickly fetches a washcloth from the en-suite bathroom. she returns less than a minute later, warm washcloth in hand, and starts to clean you up between your legs doting to your every need and want so soothingly, kissing at your thighs and stomach sporadically whilst doing so.
she eventually lends you one of her t-shirts to wear, gently holding your arms above your head, the soft material grazing against your skin. she climbs into bed beside you, the two of you bundled up under the thick sheets, snuggled up into her arms as your scroll through the footage taken on your phone. abby rubs her hand up your spine softly before pulling you tightly against her as she smirks at you, "gimme his number, i wanna send the footage to him."
you giggle and hand her your phone as she quickly copies down his phone number from your contacts into her own with a couple taps of her screen before opening up a text conversation with the new contact. she attaches the videos and starts to type out a message which reads:
"took care of your girl for you tonight...looks like she likes me better, don't you think?"
you shake your head and give her a little amused smile as you see the sheer look of smugness filling her flushed face, "that'll fuckin’ teach him." before pressing send and placing her phone face down on the bed in front of you.
it’s safe to say that thanks to abby’s bright idea, you were successfully able to give your boyfriend the vengeance that he deserved after all. as abby pulls you in closer to her chest, you get the feeling that this won’t be the last time you’ll do this with her.
and by the looks of it, you’ve found a new habit of your own to enjoy too.
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gojogumi · 1 month
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boyfriend megumi fushiguro headcanons
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gn reader, aged up!megumi, this man just has me in such a chokehold i need him. here are some sweet lil headcanons of megumi as your sweet sweet boyfriend.
author's note: this is my first piece!! if you like it, don't be shy and let me know! let me know if you wanna see some more, i'm open to requests as well <3
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✩ i don’t care what anyone else says. once you’ve broken down this man’s walls he is the BIGGEST hoe for physical touch. when the two of you are alone he’ll damn near suffocate you.
✩ in public, though, he is #1 hand holder. always always always holding your hand. when you two are in the car, he lovesss to intertwine your fingers and kiss the back of your hand. always wanna show you he loves you so much, especially because words of affirmation isn't his strong suit.
✩ HE’S A HAIR TUCKER. oh my god. you’ll be rambling on about your day and he is just completely in a trance. lost in your eyes. when your hair falls in your face and blocks his view, he silently reaches out and tucks it behind your ear, selfishly letting his fingers linger and trail ever so lightly down your jaw. its so subconscious at this point he’ll do it in public when the two of you are out to eat.
✩ speaking of, he adores taking you to every and any restaurant. he never ever lets you pay, and he thoroughly enjoys being the biggest food critic with you. a pair of gordon ramsays, absolutely destroying each establishment with your vicious critiques. the two of you do not hold back. within the comfort of your private booth, of course.
✩ will ALWAYS be the boyfriend to ask “you gonna finish that?” then proceed to scrape every last crumb off your plate. sometimes you order the sides he likes because you know it’ll be your boyfriend finishing your food for you anyways.
✩ megumi’s favorite pastime is listening to you ramble. your voice is pure ambrosia to him. he’s such an attentive listener too, maintaining eye-contact so intense you find yourself blushing under his piercing gaze. megs wants to hear you talk about everything, he needs know every little thing about you. every new piece he gathers to store away in his brain.
✩ 100% has a notes list in his phone of all of your favorite things. ACTUALLY, no. he just remembers. you mentioned offhand one time that you think light pink tulips are prettier than dark pink? you’ll never get anything but light pink tulips from him again. until you tell him you think blue hydrangeas are the perfect summer flower. expect to find a fresh vase full of them on your nightstand within 48 hours.
✩ megs is a phone call kind of guy. whenever he’s done with anything, the first thing he does is take out his phone to call you. “hey baby, whatcha doin’?” gets you weak in the knees.
✩ he is the perfect boyfriend because he is so incredibly adaptable. yes, megumi is reserved and stoic. however, he is the kind of partner you can take anywhere and never have to worry about. dream plus one fr. he just has this aura about him that always gets a stranger’s attention. if you’re out together on a saturday night and you run off with an old friend, it takes less than 30 seconds for a random guy to strike up a conversation with megs. 
✩ he is just so polite about it, too. he doesn’t give a fuck that this guy just went through the worst breakup of his life, but he’ll nod and hum and make him feel important. he does it without trying. he loves to let you do your own thing, so he’ll keep this guy entertained for the time being.
✩ because its all so worth it when you find him again at the end of the night. he gets to watch your eyes sparkle and when you smile at him, he forgets how to breathe. he kisses your forehead and places his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walk outside together. once you’re on the sidewalk, his hand finds yours as you walk home together. this man just loves you so much.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Friends with Benefits with Jujutsu Kaisen Characters
Pairing: Yuuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi, Nobara Kugisaki, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin, Haruta Shigemo, Mahito x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, confessions, post-sex cuddles, friends with benefits, creampie, marking, biting, neck kissing, possessiveness, degradation
A/N: If they were my friends I'd take all their benefits.
YUUJI, NOBARA, NANAMI
Initially likes how you're available to call and text often and that you you're just a phone call away. They're pretty affectionate both during and after sex, kissing your forehead, massaging you, making you food. They whisper sweet nothings that you can't decipher because they're too busy eating your pussy. Feel complete around you, not just when they're inside of you, no just having you by their side is enough.
"Can't you stay a bit longer tonight, I wanna hold you some more. Do I look like I care that we're sticky and messy? We can take turns cleaning each other up if you want. Thought so, we can do it tomorrow then. Hey, I was thinking, I don't have Sorcerer work for a few days, how about you and I go somewhere. Like a date yeah, if you want it to be that."
SUKUNA, GETO, MAHITO
You'd think you were already theirs from the amount of cum that has been pumped into you over the course of your arrangement. You might not be official but they sure do act like they own you, leaving you with marks on marks after every encounter. There's no position they wouldn't fuck you in, seeing how your eyes glaze over when they thrust and move you around like their fucktoy, they're enjoying this much more then with any other person. They don't want any other person, and they sure as hell don't want you to go to anyone else either.
"Another one, you can take more cum in that slutty hole I know it. And if you can't well there are other holes I can fill hahaha. Oh don't act like you hate it, you've been calling my name for the past three hours, moaning and thrashing around, begging for more like a lowly slut. Does my slut want more? Aw, you're so pretty opened up and full of my cum like that. You don't let anyone else fuck you like this do you? You better not, I don't want anyone else knowing how good your holes are."
FUSHIGURO, GOJO, HARUTA, MAKI
They confess to you in the middle of having sex with you. They've been holding back from saying anything for a while now, always biting their tongue when it was time to confess. No more, they can't bare to see you go off with someone else when they're already here, they love you. They're hugging you from behind, kissing your neck as they ease out of your tight pussy, feeling you relax against them and whispering how they love you. Arms tighten around you in anxiety, waiting for your rejection, instead receiving a kiss and being straddled, wanting to celebrate the new status of your relationship.
"You're so cute like this. Found your weak spot over here huh, you can squirm I'm not letting you go. Maybe I never want to let you go. Yeah, I don't, I'm tired of seeing you leave, I'd much rather have you by my side forever. What do you say beautiful, wanna be my girl? If you don't, let me know now because I can't keep- oh. You like me too, oh, I see. Uhm. Great. Hah. Wait, what are you doing now? A celebration? Haven't had enough yet?"
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mikrokosmoswrites · 2 years
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