#im used to just going to my plug or her coming to my place

[swagging-back-to]

so i hought a whole bunch of shit and still had enough for all my food, with some money left over

heres my new pipe. i have no idea what it's supposed to be. it's so ugly and weird. im thinking of naming it.... send in suggestions maybe?

it reminded me of those noodle worms and i was like absolutely that one LOL

[earlysunshines]

after hours

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: what happens after work is the reason you power through it all 

warnings: basically none ; meeting mina's parents ; brain rotting fluff (my roots!! my specialty) ; reader is head over heels for mina ; IM head over heels ; not proofread

a/n: i'm extremely late for her bday, hopefully this makes up for it? enjoy

!!! cont/side story of "slow dancing"!! ( i suggest you read it first :-P ) 

“any questions, comments, remarks?” you ask, eyeing every man in the room.  

they sit in their seats, teeth clenched and posture straight as you speak. they watch you place your hands on the table and lean over, feeling smaller as you do so.  

a shake of all seven heads leads to a forced smile on your lips, then you clap your hands together.  

“great, we’ll wrap things up with mina’s final additions and remarks. the profits have been booming.” you finally say before mina takes the spotlight. 

she goes on for less than three minutes, earning raised brows from surprise and approving nods from all the men before she dismisses them. they’re all quick to leave, they’ve been quite wary since your last reprimanding when one of the shareholders decided to second guess your — mostly mina’s —success. 

as soon as they leave, you make sure there’s no one to intrude. mina is placing papers in her folder, then hums in surprise when she feels a hand on her chin and lips on her own. 

she sinks into the kiss, pressing deeper into you as her hand softly lands on your forearm.  

you pull away, grinning. mina rolls her eyes and punches your shoulder.  

“someone could’ve seen us.” 

“i’m pretty sure they all know.” you giggle, turning over to grab the laptop plugged into the hdmi. “they’re all just scared of us. mostly you though, boss.” 

“you’re so annoying when you call me that.” 

“can i kiss you to make up for it?” you ask, smirking. 

mina scoffs, but immediately she’s walking over and messing up your hair before pecking your lips quickly. “you’re an idiot.” 

“yeah, an idiot that’s asking to grab some dinner with you tonight?” 

she pushes the folder in her hand against your chest, silently making you carry it for her before responding,  

“have you forgotten about our dinner plans already? my parents have reservations with us, remember?” 

“that’s today?” 

“tonight, and you’re my ride there.” 

mina turns over and heads out the door, leaving you with a jolt of realization—you're meeting her parents for the first time, tonight, in a few hours. the reminder hits you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, nerves start to gnaw at your insides. you had completely forgotten about the upcoming meeting, but you have to at least try to convince yourself that it won’t go terrible. 

when mina returns to your shared office, she greets you with a devious smile, fully aware that she's shaken you up. despite feeling a pang of guilt for rattling your nerves, she can't help but find it amusing to see you all serious and focused. and maybe – just maybe – mina is a little evil for thinking this, but you look absolutely adorable like that.  

you're cleaning up your workspace, tucking papers back into folders and it’s clear that something clouds your mind. mina walks over to you while you finish up something on your laptop, then places a kiss on the top of your head. 

“you’re stressed.” 

“a little.” 

mina laughs softly. “a lot, don’t lie to me.” 

“i completely forgot, i thought next friday.” 

she stands next to you and runs a hand through your hair, sliding her hand down to your cheek. you suconciously lean into her touch, pouting lightly. 

“you’ll be fine. my parents are wonderful.” 

now you’re smiling a little, just a little less nervous now. turning into her hand, you kiss it softly before leaning back into your office chair. 

“i’m sure.” it comes out as almost a whisper, “still, i'm just nervous.” 

she leans down, her lips gently meeting yours, and you feel a surge of warmth spread through you. her fingers graze your neck as she kisses you, which nearly melts you. your nerves seem to dissolve into nothing, surrendering completely to mina.  

after pulling away, she presses a kiss to your forehead. “you shouldn’t be. besides, we’re just going out to some diner, nothing too fancy.” 

“i’ll trust you on that, boss.” you mutter, earning a roll of eyes and a flick to your forehead. 

-- 

the two of you go back home to change, and soon after you’re back in your car to go pick up mina. 

mina had texted you to wear something casual, and it sparked a whole crisis of indecision about what was appropriate. she couldn't help but smile upon seeing the flurry of texts from you, feeling a twinge of guilt for how nervous you were—still are—before sending a picture of what she’s wearing. 

mina: attachment: 1 image. 

you pause at the image because woah, just woah is all you can really think. you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, gazing at mina's reflection in the mirror as she stands there, holding the phone. she's wearing something simple, really casual, actually, just a t-shirt and jeans, but still, she looks wonderful. 

you: oh, so you actually meant simple 

mina: y/n, what else would i mean 

you: :-( 

you: i'm over thinking things 

you: a sweater and pleated pants are okay, right? 

mina: i'm not going to answer that 

you: mina please 

mina: just go with what you think is right 

you groan after reading her text, flopping down onto your bed and staring at your ceiling before picking your phone back up.  

you: you’re evil 

on your bed, you’re huffing dramatically as you look at the picture she had sent earlier. you decide that you can’t actually be mad at her. you can’t see mina, but she’s grinning at her phone, rolling her eyes at the text you had just sent. 

you: evil and beautiful 

mina giggles at the phone, smiling to herself. 

mina: pick me up in ten? 

you: yes lovely 

-- 

you're parked outside mina’s place, and right as you’re about to call her, you see her emerge from the door and look for your car. rolling your windows down catches her attention and the two of you smile at each other at the same time. 

she walks over and opens the door, sitting in the passengers side. 

the picture she sent had you completely enamored but seeing her in person was a whole different level. the simple t-shirt under her zip up, the navy wide-legged jeans—and that smile of hers? it was absolutely priceless. how pretty. 

“ready to go?” you ask. 

she buckles her seatbelt before responding, “i should be the one asking you that.” 

rolling your eyes, you shift the stick and start to drive to the restaurant mina has typed into your phone. once the route is visible on the screen of your car, it shows that it’s only ten minutes away. still not enough time to compose yourself, but oh well. 

-- 

as you reach the place, you're struck by how casual and simple it is. the first time mina had even mentioned her parents, scenarios of meeting them ran through your head. you had expected to meet mina's parents somewhere fancier in all of them, but the simplicity of the diner setting actually makes you feel more at ease.  

after you park, mina places a comforting hand on yours. as she looks at you, it's with an expression that makes you feel like you're her rock and she's the luckiest person in the world. her touch on your cheek is always soothing, her soft fingers grazing your cheekbone, calming your nerves instantly. then, with a reassuring smile, she says, "you'll be fine." and somehow, with her by your side, you believe her. of course you do when she’s looking at you like that. 

“thanks.” 

she leans in and kisses you, something she loves to do when she can’t really conjure up any words to describe what she’s trying to convey. it's enough to get the message across, and you’re forever grateful. 

minutes later, you find yourself holding mina's hand, her thumb gently rubbing against your skin in a subtle gesture of comfort. together, you approach the man at the front counter and request a table for four. soon, you're led to a table outside, where the weather is perfect and you’re able to take in the view of the environment as you wait.  

just as you begin to think you have a moment to compose yourself, mina's phone rings, and she receives a call from her mom. the conversation is short, but waht you catch from what she says during the call tells you that her parents have arrived and are searching for your table. panic flutters in your chest as you realize that they’re here, you’re meeting them soon—now. 

mina kisses your cheek quickly, it makes you feel a little better, even if your heart beat stays beating a little quick. 

seconds later, mina turns her head and stands up, you watch her smile at the woman who walks out the door. 

you feel obligated to stand too, following mina as she walks towards her mom and dad. mina hugs her mom tightly, their smiles mirroring each other's, both gummy and wide. then, it's her dad's turn. he gives mina a comforting hug, planting a gentle kiss on the side of her head, and you can't help but feel a swell of warmth, smiling yourself. 

they greet her quickly before looking at you, which makes you tense up a bit. her mom looks at you, still smiling as she examines, taking in your presence. 

“you must be y/n?” you nod in response, smiling respectfully. 

“yes. it’s really nice to meet you.” 

her mom tilts her head, staying silent for about three seconds – grueling, really, the worst, most nerve-racking three seconds of your life probably – before speaking again. 

“gosh, you’re beatiful. mina wasn’t lying, i mean she’s shown me a brief picture but wow honey, you’re adorable.” her mom says before pulling you in for a hug.  

you freeze up a bit before reciprocating, smiling even bigger.  

once her mom compliments you a couple more times, you turn towards her dad. he has a friendly face, a small smile gracing his aged features. he simply puts his hand out, which you shake, and then pulls you in for a small hug. 

he looks at you dearly after that, smiling bigger. “thanks for making our daughter happy, she mentions you a lot.” 

you turn to mina, cheeks dusted pink. “is that true?” you ask teasingly, earning a small punch to your shoulder. “sorry.” 

the small interaction earns a giggle from her parents, they look at each other with proud smiles. 

back at your table, menus spread out in front of you, you all decide over what to order. when the waiter arrives and asks about drinks, and knowing mina is quite timid, you place the orders: a sprite for herself, a sweet tea for you and her mom, and a water for her dad.  

when the waiter leaves, her dad begins the conversation. 

“so you’re her assistant?” 

your head perks up from the menu. “oh, yes.” 

“and how’s working with my daughter? she’s stubborn sometimes.” 

you giggle lightly before looking at mina, then back to her dad. “i mean, i wasn’t used to such high position and--” eyeing mina, you continue, “vast workload, but overtime working became great. i think we make a great team, she’s really good with handling everything.” 

her dad smiles. “that’s my girl.” 

the waiter returns with your drinks, setting them down on the table before retrieving a notepad. he asks if you're all ready to order, and you confirm that you are. you opt for a chicken sandwich and fries, while mina chooses a cheeseburger. her mom orders tenders, and her dad selects a deluxe sandwich. as for appetizers, you decide on some onion rings and salads for everyone to share.  

as you all dive into some small talk, mina's parents ask simple questions about you—like if you have any siblings, your hobbies, and your aspirations. you're glad to find that they're genuinely interested in getting to know you, and talking with them isn't as difficult as you had feared. in fact, the conversation flows nicely, and the best part is hearing some small stories from mina's earlier life. you share laughter with her parents, and you can't help but notice how it makes mina all flustered and blushy in return.  

moments later, mina excuses herself to the restroom, catching you offguard. you watch her get up and walk back inside the building, and now you’re left with the myoui’s alone. 

there's a short silence as you sit there, trying to find out how to keep the conversation you had going before mina left. her mom beats you to it. 

“you’re wonderful y/n, really.” she says, placing her hand on yours. “mina adores you.” 

smiling, you respond, “i’m glad. i adore her too, twice as much probably.” 

her dad chuckles, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “we’re glad to hear. mina calls us every week and most—actually, all of the conversations have included you.” 

“really?” you ask, feeling your cheeks warm. her dad nods and you grin. “that’s great to hear.” 

“mina used to complain about work a lot, it worried us.” her mom starts, “and then she mentioned this new assistant that irriated her, but then a week or two later she’d call back saying you were like a gift from heaven.” 

the heat on your cheeks intensifies as you process the words. "really?" you question, genuinely surprised. as far as you remember, mina had been distant and pretty (very) cold towards you for at least a month before gradually warming up. the thought that she had been gushing to her parents about you so quickly, already enamored despite her earlier act of annoyance, flatters you, makes you fall deeper in love honestly.  

“yeah, it takes time for her to warm up.” her mom explains, laughing. “she went from stressing to talking about you whenever work was mentioned, and now that i get to meet you in person—it’s understandable that she’s grown fond of you.” 

you're speechless for a moment, trying to process all of this new information that might just make your heart burst. her parents look at each other and grin before you catch mina in the corner of your eye, walking back towards the table and sitting down. 

“everything alright?” mina asks, looking at your features etched into surprise. 

“yeah, perfect.” you mumble, looking at her with a warm smile. 

-- 

dinner goes well, it’s amazing.  

the food was truly flawless; your chicken sandwich was perfectly crisp, with the mayonnaise, lettuce, and soft bread complementing each other perfectly. judging by the satisfied expressions around the table, it seemed like everyone's meal was cooked to perfection. as you all ate, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the scene and providing a pretty backdrop to your meal and conversation. 

throughout the evening, you learned so much about mina from her parents, gaining insights and anecdotes that you hadn't heard before. the smiles on their faces and the small, proud, and appreciative glances they exchanged with each other hinted that everything was more than alright—it was wonderful. in that moment, surrounded by good food, good company, and a beautiful sunset, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this, for her appreciative parents, and simply for mina. 

after finishing your meals, you all decide to linger a bit longer, savoring each other's company. the moon was out now, casting a soft glow over the scene. eventually, mina's dad decides to call it an evening, putting his arm around her mom in a gesture of affection.  

“alright, we should get going soon.” he says, fishing for his wallet with the other hand. “we’ve got to drive fourty-five minutes to get back to our place.” 

you wave your hand and shake your head, dismissing him. “no, stop, i've got it, really.” 

“no, it’s fine, really. let me pay for my daughter and her wonderful girlfriend.” 

“mr. myoui, really, please. i've got it.” 

“are you really arguing with your girlfriends dad?” he asks, his tone is playful. he raises a brow, looking at you dead in the eye. 

“if it means getting the bill instead, then yes.” you challenge, earning a chuckle from him. 

“i like you a lot, y/n.” he says, “you’re perfect for my daughter, but please, let me get it.” 

before you can even argue, mina places her card down quickly and calls over a waiter. you and her dad exchange puzzled frowns, both of you clearly surprised by her sudden decision. mina and her mom share a laugh at the identical expressions on your faces. 

“mina!” you groan, “why would you--” 

mina places her hand on the crook of your neck. “you two are so stubborn sometimes.” she says, then looks at her mom. “it’s always like this, fighting for the bill. you and my dad are so stubborn when it comes to this.” 

her dad laughs and adds a last remark, “take care of my daughter, lots of care.” 

-- 

mina's mom and dad give you hugs, muttering thankful comments and praises before departing. 

you and mina walk back to your car, and you open the door for her to get in before heading to the driver's side yourself. once you're both settled in and the door is closed, you find yourself leaning back against the seat, exhaling a sigh of relief. you're content, so, so relieved. 

your girlfriend laughs at you, holding your hand. “i told you there would be nothing to worry about. they love you.” 

a small “mhm” is hummed as you really take in all the events, and then you turn to her lips turned up into a smile. 

“i’m just glad they’re fine with me dating the most stubborn, prettiest boss in the world.” 

mina rolls her eyes playfully before leaning in to kiss your knuckles, a gesture that makes your cheeks warmer and body relax. you lean your head closer, your gaze lingering on her lips before you press a kiss. 

as you pull back slightly, you find yourself taking in her features, illuminated by the soft light above. each contour of her face seems to emphasize the very features that drew you to her, making your heart swell with affection. you grin like an idiot.  

you kiss her knuckles. “seriously the prettiest boss in the world.” 

[roses-for-rosalyn]

i desperately need dealer!ellie and her sweet girlfriend (who is also totally a stoner (;). maybe if reader went out of town for a while and ran out of weed, so she got some off of a dealer/from a dispensary in that town. then reader gets home and ellie would be (mostly jokingly) horrified by the weed that wasn't hers, and so on :3

(sorry if this does not make sense, english is not my first language and i've never done an ask before so im a bit nervous :])

Rahhh what an amazing idea!! I'm so honored I was your first ask, also don't be nervous to approach my account this is a safe space for anyone darling 💕 Sorry it took so long to respond!!

the people who like my Ellie content come 'ere, this is a treat for you.

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minors dni (please bro)

cw: sprinkle of fluff (haven't had a productive therapy session in a loong time), mutual masterbation sort of, neck kissing, drug use 🍃, established relationship, dealer! Ellie, strap on use (r! receiving), teasing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, no use of y/n (lmk if I missed anything)

You stand before a familiar rust colored door, contemplating for a moment before you rap your knuckles against the hardwood. You were visiting your girlfriend for the first time in a few weeks–which felt more like a few months. You had gone back home to visit family for a while, and to meet up with some old friends. Naturally being with family was incredibly stressful and you were relieved to be able to return to your girlfriend for multiple reasons: 1) she has weed 2) you were extremely sexually frustrated after being without her for a few weeks 3) you simply missed her company (which you would never explicitly admit to her considering she was a pain in the ass half the time). You had been texting Ellie every day and she never failed to turn the conversation from something wholesome into something incredibly dirty. You would go from talking about your day to shaking, nervous hands trying to type a response without dropping your phone. She could have you aching for her in mere moments simply by stringing together a strategic set of words. It was truly a gift, an oddly specific gift that you were incredibly grateful for when you were separated from her. 

You had told her almost everything about your visit. You failed to mention that being with family got so stressful you met up with your old plug from highschool. You only bought like three prerolls, but for some odd reason you felt like you were being unfaithful to your drug dealer girlfriend. It was something so incredibly silly, but the action just felt…weird. She enjoyed being possessive a lot of the time, mostly because it was fun for her (particularly in bed). Someone might flirt with you at a bar and she would take you home and not let you come until you had said you were hers over and over and over. A combination of nerves and excitement invaded your body every time you thought about telling her. You would imagine her reaction and an ache would immediately grow between your legs. But then another side of you wondered if it might actually bother her, and maybe she wouldn’t react that way. It was a gamble and you were unsure if you felt like risking it. 

The sound of the door opening disrupts your train of thought. As soon as you see Ellie’s face your worries dissolve, you leap towards her, wrap your arms around her tightly and kiss her. You were both smiling so hard your teeth gently knocked together. You lean back, taking her in, you had missed her perfectly placed freckles and familiar green eyes. You kiss her again and again and again, pecking your lips against hers. She moves away from your lips, cups your face and plants gentle kisses on your forehead, cheeks and nose. You giggle and scrunch up your face at the feeling, your cheeks starting to warm. 

She breaks away and rests her forehead against yours, “Hi.” she says breathlessly.

“Hi.” you reply, giggling. “I missed you.” 

“I know, I’m an incredibly amazing person to spend time with, anyone with a brain would miss me.” She smirks, almost challenging you to retaliate. 

Your eyes narrow,  “you know what?’ You scoff, ‘I know you missed me,” a grin forms on your face before you continue, “In fact I have proof of exactly how much you missed me right in my phone.” You lean in, whispering in her ear, “And if you don’t admit it we won’t do anything we talked about while I was away.” 

Ellie smiles, “Ok, Ok I missed you,” she looks down, “you and your perfect tits.” You pull away from her and playfully slap her on the shoulder, poorly pretending to be offended–your giggling gave you away. you could tell she meant it when she said she missed you because she was looking at you with such adoration in her eyes you think you might explode. 

Ellie finally walks away from you to close and lock the door before gently grabbing you by the hand to lead you to the couch. Her hand is so warm and familiar, you squeeze it softly, savoring the feeling. 

She looks back at you, mischief in her eyes “Wanna smoke?” she asks. 

“God, I thought you’d never ask.” You smile, giddy as ever. You eagerly sit down on the couch next to her, close enough so the sides of your thighs touch. You were more needy than usual and Ellie took notice. 

Your eyes move to the coffee table which has various weed related objects strewn about. Ellie had clearly been smoking a bit before you had gotten here. You watch her hands as she leans over the coffee table and begins to expertly roll and pack a joint with her slender fingers. You get lost in her movements, studying the way her hands move so carefully and purposefully. 

She finishes rolling the joint and offers it to you with both her hands, head bowed as if she was bestowing a wondrous gift to you. You giggle at her amusing antics and gently take the blunt from her hands, pinching it between your thumb and pointer finger. Ellie is quick to grab the lighter off the coffee table as you bring it to your lips. You wait for her to burn the tapered end off before wrapping your lips around it and deeply inhaling. Thick smoke fills your mouth, flows into your throat and lungs. The feeling is warm and familiar, ever since you started dating Ellie, smoking stopped burning and started feeling more tingly. It was a sort of comforting feeling- knowing your body would eventually relax and your thoughts would become muted. Your eyes instinctively close as you breathe out, a smile forming on your lips. 

“Wow, you really missed smoking huh?” Ellie laughs at your dramatic display. 

“Well I didn’t exactly go completely without it, but I missed your shit, this is actually good.” You look down, sigh and take another small hit. You offer the joint back to Ellie and look up at her, trying to read her expression. Her appearance doesn’t give anything away as she takes it from you and takes a long hit. Her eyes stay on yours as she exhales, all you can do is stare back, your eyes frantically searching hers for any hint of anger or jealousy. 

“Where’d you get the other shit from?” Her tone is completely flat. “Wasn’t from me was it?” she pinches her eyebrows together, trying to recall if she sent you off with anything. 

“No, no. I got really stressed and I was desperate for any type of relief sooo I messaged my old plug from highschool.” You let out a short laugh. Ellie hands the spliff back to you calmly.

“Was it any good?” She tilts her head and watches as you take a long hit before answering.

“Pretty good, but nothing compared to your shit babe.” You smile as you exhale and hand the joint back to her. She takes it and puts it out, her expression remaining scarily blank. She was obviously planning something in that brain of hers. 

She hums and nods looking down at the coffee table. She sits up and finally looks at you, pats your thigh and mumbles “come ‘ere.” You do as she says and adjust yourself so you're straddling her. “Cheating on your drug dealer who is also your girlfriend huh?” She shakes her head, “Bad idea.” Her expression turns into a wicked smirk. 

You laugh “No I-” 

She interrupts, “Uh, uh, I don’t want to hear any excuses.” 

“But I-”

“You’ll have to make it up to me princess.” Her voice lowers, a suggestive tone lacing it. The way she said it, dominance dripping from her words sent butterflies straight to your cunt. 

“Whatever you want, Ellie.” you say in your most submissive voice, hoping it will convince her to take mercy on you. You know she’s gonna make you ache tonight one way or another. She smirks and kisses you. She opens up your mouth with her tongue, the kiss this time was different; it was hungrier, her tongue roughly massages against yours and she groans at the feeling. You move your hands down to the hem of her sweatshirt and tug. You break away for a moment to throw her sweatshirt across the room leaving her in a white tank top. She grabs the hem of your t-shirt and does the same, leaving you bare for her. 

You hadn’t worn a bra in anticipation for tonight and it definitely paid off. Ellie wasn’t expecting it and stared for a moment, your nipples beginning to harden from being exposed to the cool air in her apartment. You can’t help but giggle at her ogling, but the giggle is quickly cut off once she latches her mouth onto your sensitive nipple. Her warm tongue swirls around your hard bud and you gasp at the feeling, threading your fingers into her hair. She brings up one of her hands to begin playing with the other breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between her thumb and index finger. The feeling was even more intense from the weed, her actions sent arousal straight to your cunt. She takes her time, licking and sucking until she’s satisfied. You're a panting mess after mere moments, mumbling breathless obscenities as she has her way with you. She moves to the other nipple and you have begun grinding against her to try and relieve the ache that had now grown painful between your legs. She removes her mouth, before moving up your body. She kisses along your clavicle taking her time, sucking and licking as she moves. She made her way to your neck and latched on to the sensitive skin causing you to moan. She is slow and methodical, purposefully trying to mark you up. You didn’t mind, you kind of liked the bruises she would leave behind. Your heightened senses deliciously exaggerate the feeling of her warm tongue on your skin, while also making the ache in your cunt almost unbearable considering everything was sensitive. 

“Ellie please.” you whimper, wanting her to do anything to satiate your sore cunt. 

“Please what, Princess?” She asks between kisses. 

“Ellie” you whine out, frustrated beyond belief. She hums and grabs your thighs, wrapping them around her waist, then your arms to wrap them around her neck before standing up and walking you both to the bedroom. She continues teasing you with her tongue, touching you everywhere, but where you need her. She lowers you down to sit on the edge of the bed and you break away from her to back into the middle and lay down. She raises her eyebrows at your eagerness, but crawls on top of you and kisses you, her tongue intertwining with yours, her leg in between yours rising higher and higher… before she pulls back. You frown and tilt your head in confusion.

Ellie smirks and raises her eyebrows, “Oh, you thought I was gonna make this easy?” She lets out a dry laugh at your desperation. She finds it cute, but not cute enough to give in and give you what you want. 

“But I just got back-” 

“And what did you do while you were gone?” She tilts her head questioning you. “You gave me a reason to make this difficult for you,” she answers her own question before leaning in so close you can feel her breath tickle the shell of your ear and whispers, “And you know how much I love an excuse to make things difficult for you.” The bass of her voice invertebrates through your body sending tingles down your spine. 

“F-fine,” You try to sound confident, but she has you in pieces underneath her. “What do you want?” At your question Ellie sits up kneeling over you.

“Get up.” You sit up slowly as she gets off the bed and you follow. You stand in front of her, chest heaving from arousal, eyes shining with desperation and Ellie almost scraps her whole plan for the night. She grabs the hem of your shorts and gently lowers them past your hips, letting them slip to the floor. She does the same with your underwear, all the while you stand still, allowing her to have her way with you. Ellie unbuttons her jeans and lowers them to the floor, her tank top following. You can’t help but stare, her sports bra doesn’t do much to conceal her hardened nipples, her toned abs and arms practically made you drool. She rests her hands on your hips and takes a moment to admire your bare body. “So beautiful, baby.” Ellie breathes out before planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder. You smile at her and she smiles back, then she walks towards the head of the bed, grabbing one of the pillows and putting it in the middle of the bed. You're confused until she gestures for you to sit on the bed. Oh. 

You crawl on to the bed and straddle the pillow, facing the head of the bed. Ellie moves to the top of the bed, gently grabs your hips and encourages you to lower down on to the pillow, you put your hands on top of hers and start to sink down. Once your sensitive clit contacts the soft fabric of the pillow you let out a small gasp. Subconsciously, you start rocking back and forth on the pillow, so needy and overstimulated you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your eyes start to close from the delicious pressure on your clit.

“That’s it princess, just like that.” You let out a little whine and continue rutting against the pillow, chasing relief. After a moment you realized the pillow wasn’t going to be enough, you needed more. You move your hand from Ellies and start to bring it down between your legs. She grabs your hand and tuts “uh, uh you’re going to move just like this,” She nods to you, “until I say. Not any faster, not any slower.” 

“But-” 

“You didn’t seem to want me enough,” She shrugs, “so I’m gonna make you need me.” You let out a quiet moan at her words. She was intoxicating when she was like this, you loved it and hated it at the same time. 

Ellie lets go of your hips and you do as she says, keeping a steady rhythm against the pillow. Once she watches you for a moment she leans back onto the pillows one leg bent, the other straightened out in front of her. And she just…watches, staring you right in the eyes, she doesn’t plan on touching you or helping you in any way. Fine if she was going to watch, you were going to give her a show. A show good enough to get her to give in–hopefully. You begin letting out little whines and gasps as you move fluidly against the pillow. You maintain eye contact as you let your moans build, your clit being teased from the fabric. She groans “Keep moving just like that Princess.” Your eyes follow Ellie’s hand as it slowly starts to move between her legs, palming at her clothed cunt. 

The action immediately sent a wave of arousal to your needy pussy. “Ffuck, Ellie.” you whine out, letting your head fall back and eyes close. Your moans grow a little louder, pleasure slowly building in your stomach. You look back at Ellie, her chest is heaving as her hand moves a little faster against the fabric of her underwear. She is looking down, watching you fuck the pillow, both of you longing for the pillow to be Ellie. You decide to boldly move one of your hands to your breast, cupping and massaging the soft skin. She doesn’t protest, only watches you in awe. You could tell she was on the verge of giving in. You start moving your fingers around your nipple teasing the sensitive bud, before pinching  and rolling it between your fingers. You moan loudly at the sensation and begin to move faster against the pillow. Ellie gets up quickly and grabs her strap from the night stand. You let out a sigh and halt your motions, feeling relief flow through your body. 

Ellie looks back at you “Did I say you could stop?” 

“N-no but-” You stop talking once Ellie tilts her head, silently challenging you. You start moving again, whining a little bit at the feeling of your sore clit rubbing against the soft fabric. You watch as Ellie adjusts the harness. Taking her time to secure it, you would almost be pissed off if you had any room for any emotion besides complete and utter desperation. 

Finally Ellie moves behind you on the bed, she caresses your shoulders, moving her hands up and down and kisses the side of your neck. You are still desperately humping the pillow as she said, waiting desperately for her to say the word. “Ellie please.” The desperation in your voice is pathetic, but you were reduced to a puddle from her literal torture. 

“Come and then I’ll let you stop.” She whispers in your ear.

“Ellie I can’t, it’s not enough I need more please.” She moves her hands to your breasts and begins cupping and massaging the tender skin. Once she starts teasing your overstimulated nipples your head falls back on her shoulder and you moan her name. She starts sucking and kissing your neck and that was all you needed. The pleasure in your stomach finally started to build to a peak. You start rutting your hips faster, chasing your high. 

“Come for me baby.” Ellie breathes into your ear. At her words your orgasm hits you, your pleasure coming to a satisfying peak after the relentless teasing. You buck against the pillow over and over, riding out your climax. “Good girl.” Ellie says as she continues teasing your nipples. When you start to come down Ellie immediately guides you so your upper body is laying against the bed, still straddling the pillow. She grabs the pillow and puts it underneath your hips, giving her a perfect view of your swollen, dripping cunt. You suddenly feel her fingers running up your slit, gathering your arousal, before shoving two fingers inside your soaked cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, tightening around her fingers. “So perfect for me baby.” Ellie says before starting to move her fingers, curling them up against that perfect spongy spot inside of you. You moan as she moves her fingers in and out of you perfectly. She removes her fingers from you and you feel her begin to guide it against your soaked pussy, nudging your clit as she moves her hips forward. You moan into the sheets as she moves her hips back and forth a few times, grazing your clit each time. The strap was coated in your juices after mere moments. You were almost dripping down your thighs, clenching around nothing as Ellie teased you. She massaged the silicone cock, coating it with your arousal, before teasing your entrance with the very tip. You groan as it stretches your tight cunt. She moves slowly, opening you up with the thick black cock. 

“Oh god.” you moan as she moves deeper into you. 

“Relax for me baby. You can take it.” Ellie assures you. You relax, allowing her to sink all the way into your tight cunt. You whimper as she bottoms out, feeling a painfully pleasurable pressure in your pussy. She grabs your wrists and holds them together with one hand and places the other on your hip. She starts to fuck you mercilessly, not giving you any time to adjust, forcing a pathetic “fuckfuckfuck.” out of your swollen lips. Ellie begins grunting at every thrust from the effort, but keeps her pace. The harness was rubbing against her clit perfectly, her ache being soothed as well as yours. 

“God I fuckin missed this pussy baby, missed using you however I wanted like this.” You moan at her words, you loved it when she used you however she wanted. “Such a good girl for me.” She begins moving faster, getting lost in her pleasure. She uses her grip on your wrists to pull her cock deeper into you, causing you to moan at every thrust. Ellie could tell you were already close.

“You can come as many times as you want, princess, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” You started to come undone, your orgasm ripping through you as Ellie fucks you through it. Waves of pleasure wash over you and you moan so loudly, you are sure the neighbors heard, hell maybe the whole neighborhood. You start to come down, but Ellie doesn’t let up, you whine as she continues to pound into your overstimulated cunt. You whine out her name and she reaches under you to lift you upwards, your body flush against hers. She slowly moves her hand down your stomach, you can tell what she’s doing “Ellie I can’t-” 

She pauses, “You can take it, give me one more baby.” You nod and she moves her hand to your clit and starts rubbing it in small controlled circles. She uses her other hand to tease your nipples and you’re already close again, muttering obscenities and letting your head rest on her shoulder. Ellie begins panting and moaning in your ear as she thrusts into you, reaching her high as well. Her hips start moving sloppily and she breathes out “Come for me.” before coming undone herself. You let go, your moans syncing with Ellie’s as her thrusts become slower and less controlled. Your body completely submerges into your pleasure, your hips rocking back into Ellie’s mindlessly. You can barely hold yourself up any more as pleasure washes over you. Ellie holds you against her as you lose your strength. She pulls out of you slowly and lowers you down to sit on your knees as she removes the strap, throwing it to the side. You turn around to face her and smile lazily, she smiles back and kisses you softly. She lowers you onto the bed as she continues kissing you. You collapse into the soft pillows, every bone in your body giving out. 

“I missed you.” You barely manage to whisper.

“I missed you too.”

[astrolynnworld]

caught

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: while you’re in the shower, matt finds some hidden toys. how quick can he be before your roommate gets back?

warnings: smut! toy usage, watching you masturbate, aggressive sex, caught by roommate, praise/degradation, pet names.

word count: 1,792

i squeal as i stretch from the stale position of my nap

i look over at matt who’s on his phone playing pokémon go

“hey” i speak with rasp

“oh you’re up” he smiles at me, “dont forget that nai invited us to her house party later”

fuck i forgot. i kinda dont even really wanna go, it just feels like the type of day where you lay in bed and never get up

“do we have to go?” i ask with a frown

“come on babe, we don’t have to stay long but let’s at least show our face” he replies

“fine. let me start getting ready now” i say as i hop out the bed to the shower

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matt’s pov:

after i hear the shower water turn on, i get up and walk to y/n’s mirror to see how i look for this party

“i need to brush my hair” i say out loud

i look around to see if she has a brush lying around anywhere

nope.

i start checking some drawers just in case she likes to keep everything tucked away

i open the first drawer to a bunch of shirts and crop tops. “not here” i say aloud

the second drawer was just filled with all kinds of pants. “not this either” i say again

i opened her bottom drawer because maybe this would be where she kept all her beauty supplies

but i was wrong.

all I see is mass amounts of electrical toys. from vibrators to dildos to plugs.

i didn’t know my girlfriend was this much of a freak..

a million questions was running through my mind. how often would she use these? was i not doing the job? why wouldn’t she ask me to incorporate these into our sex lives?

i waited for her to get out the shower so she could do some explaining

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y/n’s pov:

i get out the shower, grab my towel and walk back into my bedroom.

when i open the door i see matt standing by my dressers with the bottom one open

fuck. i know he saw the freak show i have going on in there

“wanna explain?” matt exclaims, breaking the silent staring contest we had

“are you mad?” i ask, letting that be the deciding factor on what i say next

“no. i just wanna know why i never knew you were into stuff like that” he brews

“it’s not like a super big deal. i touch and play with myself when you’re not always around” i tell

he walks closer to me, “do you think of me when you do”

i look up at him and nod, i could tell that the idea of this was turning him on

“which one do you think about me the most with?” he asks dominantly

“the blue wand looking one” i say as i point to the drawer

he goes to grab it then brings it back to me, “show me how you would use it”

i freeze

“huh?” i ask

“show me. how you would use it.” he demands as he hands me vibrator

i take it out his hand and stare as he finds a seat at my desk ready to watch the show

i have never had someone watch me masturbate before but the idea didn’t necessarily turn me off

i walk back over to my dresser because im going to need a little help if im using the vibrator

i grab the pink dildo that sat at the top of the drawer and i make my way to the bed

i could tell matt was putting up a lot of resistance to not speak since he didn’t want to ruin the scene

i take off my towel and lay down flat on the bed, facing my body towards him allowing him a perfect view of my already wet pussy.

i turn on the vibrator and place it on my clit.

this wand had high sensational levels so the vibrations were strong

i start rubbing the vibrators in circles before taking the end of the dildo and tracing it against my hole

i can hear matt’s anticipated breaths fill this silent room

i start slowly trying to push the dildo in as i fail to mask my small moans

the toy was pressing against my walls at the perfect pressure

from my peripheral vision i could see matt starting to undo his pants and take his dick out into his hands

the idea of him watching me masturbate had always secretly been a fantasy of mine

i continue to let these thoughts of matt watching me flow through my head as i push the dildo deeper into me

i whimper as i feel the tip of the toy push all the way against my g spot

i continue to circle the wand around my clit as i use the dildo to pull out and push deep back inside of me

the stimulus of both these toys at the same time was always enough to set me loose

i try to fight being nosy but i couldn’t control my body movements

i start slowly grinding into the wand and toy more and more aggressively

i slightly raise my head again to check on matt and i see him stroking his dick with his foggy eyes and chest panting from breathing so hard

i put my head back down and start whimpering her name as i continue to grind into the toys

“matt oh my god” i gasp out

“please matt.”

“fuck matt you feel so good.”

“don’t stop matt.”

“nugh- matt please keep fucking me” i say on repeat

i didn’t even notice matt had gotten up from the chair until i felt his hands slowly trace up my spreaded legs

i slowly stop the grinding just to see what his plan of action is

he pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the side before sliding his own dick inside

“matt-“ i try to speak as he starts thrusting into me

“i can’t watch this anymore. i have to be the one to make you cum. i always want to be the one to make you cum” he speaks

“you’re so fucking hot and nasty. putting on that slutty show for me knowing how turned on you make me” he continues

i don’t speak. i just let the noises flow from my mouth as he pushes balls deep inside of me

he grabs the wand from my hand and spits on my pussy before putting it back on my clit and rubbing it in with the wand

“fuck your pussy is so pretty. i cant get enough of you”

i stare up at him with a fucked out expression as his dick continues to pound inside of me

he puts his other hand on my throat and bends down to start kissing me, slowly getting more sloppy.

“you’re mine okay princess? all mine.” he whispers into my mouth

“all yours” i repeat, choked out from his tight grip on my throat

he continues to thrust messily before stopping

“turn over” he echos

i flip over and lay on my stomach while arching my ass up

he slaps my ass, “so fucking sexy”

matt hands me back the vibrator so i can hold it against my own clit before sliding back into my drenched hole

“fuck you just get hotter and hotter” he says as i throw my ass back on him while the thrusts into me

the room filled with nothing more than echos of clapping sounds and moaning

matt starts pulling my hair, leaving me no choice but to tilt my head up

“look at how you sound under me. you’re so perfect for me baby, it’s like you were made for my cock” he says through gritted teeth

matthew doesn’t stop the slamming into me, making it so hard to speak. but i did find my words when i heard the front door open indicating that my roommate was back home

“ma- matt.. my room- roommate is ba- back. we need to be qu- quiet” i try to make out into a sentence

matt bends down into my back and aggressively holds my mouth as he continues to slowly thrust deep into me

i close my eyes and shudder at the stimulation that overtakes my g spit and clit

“y/n? are you ready for the party yet?” my roommate yells from the kitchen

i can’t even bother trying to function out a response to her because i knew it would give away the scene behind my room door right now

it also didn’t help that matt was starting to whisper in my ear about how slutty and nasty i am

i went fuzzy over all the stimulation, i wouldn’t even be able to conjure up a sentence if i wanted too

i just hope she doesn’t walk in here because lord knows how i would be able to explain this to her later.

matt starts whispering in my ear about how good i feel and how bad he wants to cum

my pussy starts to tighten at the incoming orgasm that we’re about to share

“baby you’re clenching around me so tight.. i’m gonna-“

the door swings open, “y/-“ she stops as she realizes the scene in front of her

i clench around matt’s cock and let orgasm out as he continues to thrust and meet my orgasm halfway

she looks horrified, i feel terrible

“fuck. i’m sorry” she says before quickly walking back out

i can’t even focus on what just happened, i continue to fuck back into matt’s cock and ride out my high as he does the same

after a few seconds of deep breaths and calming down, i fully realize what had just happened

“matt oh my god. that’s so embarrassing” i snicker out of humiliation

he pulls out and flips me over so he can get a better look at me

“to be fair we should of locked the door” he laughs back

“I DIDNT KNOW SHE WOULD COME BACK THAT QUICK!!” i say while covering my face in embarrassment

“god it’s probably gonna be soo awkward now.” i continue

“orrr.. this could make you closer!” matt says

“you’re just saying shit” i laugh

“yeah! cause the world isn’t going to stop because your roommate saw me fucking you into oblivion” he continues

i stare at him in silence

“i mean.. i was putting shit DOWN. and now she knows how you really get”

“you’re actually no help.” i say with a fake frown trying to hold back my laugh

he smiles, “whatever. let’s finish getting ready so we can go to this party”

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a/n- thank you guys so much for 500 followers 🥹🥹 i literally started this account 11 days ago!! love you guys so much

@bernardsleftbootycheek <33

[forcryingoutlloud]

just the way you like it

a/n: this was originally supposed to be a valentines day fic, but we're not gonna talk about the fact that its July. pure shit writing as per but what do you expect :) anyway feedback is appreciated unless its negative, then you can keep it to yourself as im very sensitive pls and thx. the ending is also WANK because idk how to end fics so pls ignore that.

warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI!!) masturbation (m), unprotected sex, cumplay?, slight spanking, d word, degradation (mixed with slight praise), butt plug use but no butt stuff, gagging (with her panties), think that's it

"I miss you too baby," he sighed and flopped backwards on the uncomfortable hotel bed, rubbing a hand over his face. "only a week and then we can see each other."

he heard her sigh softly down the phone, and then hum. “i know,” he swore he could picture the pout on her face, “i just miss you so much. three months is way too long without you.”

he frowned and kicked off his shoes, shuffling backwards so he was leaning against the headboard. "i'm sorry darling, i'll make it up to you though, I promise. i'll do whatever you want."

“whatever i want hm?” he could hear the smirk in her words and his eyes involuntarily rolled back. “i may have a few things in mind.”

matty groaned down the phone, slightly embarrassed by the fact he just popped a boner at the mere mention of sex, and took a deep breath. "shit baby, you're killing me."

her giggle ran through the speakers and he smiled softly, resisting the urge to relieve some of the tension growing in his boxers.

“i have to go baby, I'm supposed to be at a meeting in 20 minutes, but i'll speak to you later. I love you."

he couldn't help the grin that came to his face. despite the fact they'd been dating for two years, those three words meant the world to him coming from her lips. "i love you too, sweetheart."

he hung up the phone and placed it face down on his chest, picking it up again when he heard a ping.

my love <3

just a little something to keep you going for a week xo

his eyebrows creased in confusion, before his jaw dropped when he saw what she had sent. it was a picture of her in a lacy red number, her tits spilling from the cups.

she was laying on the bed in the picture, with the phone held above her. he groaned when he inspected the picture further, noticing her fingers on her tongue, dripping with her arousal.

his cock twitched and he painfully brought his eyes away from the picture, looking at the obvious tent in his trousers.

he quickly removed his clothes, palming himself over his boxers, teasing himself just like she would. he snuck a hand under the fabric, hissing when his thumb rubbed against his tip.

he wrapped a hand around himself and cursed, his hips jumping up at the contact. he slowly began to pump himself, getting into a steady rhythm, biting his lip to stifle his groans.

he picked up the phone with his other hand, his pace fastening the more he stared at the picture. he ran a thumb other his tip and cursed, feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly.

"fuck," he threw the phone somewhere in the room, and his head back when his orgasm hit, his hips bucking into the air. his cum had gathered on his hand, and his chest, some covering his rose tattoo on his lower stomach.

his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, slowly riding out his orgasm. he sunk into the bed and sighed, knowing he had to clean himself up, but was too blissed out to move.

"well that was quite a show," his eyes widened and he shot up in the bed, grabbing one of the pillows to cover himself with.

"oh please, I just saw you cum to a picture of me and now you're embarrassed? i'm quite flattered baby," he couldn't help but smile at her, his cheeks flushed.

"what are you doing here? you're suppose to be swamped with work." he took in her appearance, a long black trench coat, black stilettos, and her hair that looked effortlessly curly, but he knew she spent ages on it earlier.

she grinned, unbuckling her coat while taking a few steps over to him. "surprise? the boys wouldn’t stop bugging me about how mopey you were without me, so thought I'd get someone to cover for me so I could come and see you," her coat dropped to the floor the same time his jaw did when he saw what was under it. "is that okay?"

red lace covered her body, accentuating her hips and pushing her tits together, and he noticed it was the same one from the picture he had just wanked off to.

"holy shit," she kneeled on the bed between his legs, moving the pillow that was covering him. “more than okay,” she grinned up at him before moving her head down and licking up his cum that had pooled on his stomach.

"fuck," he whined and threw his head back, before he realised he didn't want to miss a second of this, and picked it back up, looking at her through hooded eyes.

she pulled away from him, sticking her tongue out to show him the mess on her tongue before swallowing. his eyes darkened and he went to pull her in for a kiss when she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back down.

"where you going?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when she stood up.

"I have another surprise for you," she looked a bit sheepish, as if she was embarrassed, a red flush covering her neck and face. he raised his eyebrows expectantly, telling her to continue.

she bit her lip coyly, and turned around, looking at him over her shoulder to try and gauge his reaction. his eyes widened slightly, before staring at her with nothing but desire in his eyes.

"oh princess," there she stood in backless panties with a butt plug in, one that had his name bejeweled around the edge. he reached out to grab her hips, pulling her closer to him so he could get a better look.

"you like it? thought you could fuck me while i have it in," her voice was timid as she stared at him, his fingers tracing over his name, and pressing lightly against it causing her to moan out his name.

he smirked and looked up at her, licking his lips. "I love it baby. such a desperate slut that you need both holes filled at once? god you're insatiable."

he placed his hands on her cheeks and spread them apart, catching a glimpse of her slick that was running down her thighs. “so wet already baby, haven’t even touched you yet.”

she whimpered and shifted her hips trying to get some form of relief, whining when he removed his hands from her and chuckled.

“so pathetic,” he stood up and turned her around, wrapping his hand around her throat and smashing his lips against hers. she moaned into the kiss and pulled him tighter against her, her nipples rubbing against his chest.

he pecked her lips once more and moved away completely, walking over to the wardrobe. “hands and knees baby, show me that pretty plug.”

she swallowed and got into position on the bed, wiggling her ass to try and get him to hurry up. he moved back behind her and slapped her, hard, leaving a red print in his wake.

“don’t be greedy, you’ll take what i give you. understand?” he ran his hands over her thighs, rubbing over her folds with a featherlight touch.

“yes daddy.”

he smirked from behind her and moved her panties to the side, leaning down and running the tip of his tongue over her. “shit matty, please.”

she was breathless already and he’d barely even started. he slapped her ass again, mumbling against her folds. “that’s not my name princess. fuck up again and i’ll leave you here, all drippy and desperate for me.”

“’m sorry daddy, i just-,” she was cut off by his fingers entering her, giving her no time to adjust. “shit-!”

she buried her face in the bed as he fucked his fingers into her rapidly, clearly not in the mood to tease.

“fuck baby, you’re soaking. all this for me?” he smirked when she whined, subconsciously fucking her hips back on his hand.

"yes yes, all for you daddy, please!" he dragged his tongue over her clit, sucking it into his mouth before gently grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud.

his other hand that held onto her hip tight enough to leave bruises moved to the plug that was nestled in her ass, and ran his fingers over his name again.

"so pretty, and all mine." he sucked her clit into his mouth, moaning at the cry she let out, the vibrations causing her thighs to shake. his fingers sped up, and the movements of his tongue over her clit were sloppy and messy, but she found herself on the edge of an orgasm already.

her hole clenched around his fingers and she whined, babbling incoherent nonsense to try and warn him that she was close.

"you gonna cum baby? gonna soak my hand for me like a good girl?" she nodded as best as she could with her face planted in the sheets and grasped the blanket until her fingers turned white.

matty pushed against the plug, and before she knew it she was gushing over his hand with a scream. his fingers didn't stop their movements inside of her, slowly coming to a stop once she had rode out her orgasm and her body had relaxed.

she tilted her head to the side just in time to see him suck his fingers into his mouth with a groan that sent another gush of arousal through her core. she whimpered at the scene and he smirked, bringing a hand down to his cock trying to soothe the ache that he was feeling, despite having an orgasm twenty minutes ago.

he pulled his boxers down and threw them somewhere in the room, fisting his hand over his cock. she mewled and wiggled her ass against him and he breathed out a laugh.

"something wrong princess?" he thumbed over the plug with his unoccupied hand before spanking her hard. "got one hole full already but its still not enough for a greedy little slut like you, is it?"

she whimpered `and shook her head against the sheets, desperately trying to keep her eyes open to see him pleasuring himself. "daddy please- stop teasing."

he shot her a glare and she shut her mouth, trying not to anger him further as she knew he would only delay her needs longer. he snapped the band of her panties against her skin before dragging them down her hips, tapping two fingers on her chin. she sat up a bit and looked at him, dropping her jaw and sticking her tongue out.

he smirked at her and spat in her mouth, mumbling a good little girl against her lips before shoving her panties in her against her tongue, she moaned desperately from the mix of his show of dominance, and the sweet tang of her arousal that flooded her mouth.

"that should shut you up hm? can't have everyone on our floor knowing what a desperate little cumslut you are for me can we?" he ran a hand over her back, undoing her bra strap before leaning in her ear. "your noises are only for daddy, isn't that right baby?"

she garbled against the fabric in her mouth and responded with a barely audible 'only you daddy'. he placed his tip at her entrance, swiping his tip against her folds to lube himself up, mumbling a 'daddy's best girl' before slamming his hips against her in one harsh thrust.

her arms gave out at the force of it, her face melting into the mattress and a loud scream tearing from the back of her throat. he tutted from behind her, wrapping a hand in her hair and pulling until her back was pressed against his chest, still continuing his steady thrusts.

"been gagged and you still can't shut the fuck up. stupid girl, need daddy's fingers in there too to keep you quiet?" her head lolled back on his shoulder and she looked up at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars and nodded. he rolled his eyes at her and shoved two of his fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue until she was drooling down his wrist.

"messy girl, not a single thought in that pretty little head is there?" the only noises in the room was skin slapping, heavy breaths and her muffled whines and whimpers. he angled his hips and hit that spot inside of her, her vision going white and a scream getting caught in her throat.

he took his fingers out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed, bringing his hand down to her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "gonna cum for me baby? make a mess all over me yeah? c'mon know that slutty little pussy's desperate for it, shit s'so fuckin wet-"

she babbled incoherently against the sheets, weakly pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. "give it to me sweet girl, cum for me." with his permission the band snapped inside her, her walls clenching his cock like a vice causing his hips to stutter.

"fuck- that's it, good girl, such a good little girl for me," he pumped into her a few more times before pulling out and humming on her back and the plug in her ass with a moan. her legs gave out when he was finished, matty running a soothing hand through her hair and over her back.

"did so well for me darling, lets get you cleaned up hm?" she hummed slightly but made no effort to move causing him to laugh. she felt him move from the bed and closed her eyes, opening them again and looking at him over her shoulder when she heard a camera click.

he looked at her over his phone and gave her a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "pure wank bank material my love, what can I say?"

[girlreblogger]

also to add to my previous post, when i say blk yn go through crazy situations im exaggerating but i mean (“cause me personally!!!!!!!!!!!”) allowing the character to be treated in certain manner and be put in “awkward” positions. i also want to say that the “situations” seem unfulfilling like i wanted to say in the first place.

because of the unsavory situations she is put in she legit has to have characteristics that are straight up unnecessary if the wellbeing of her character was prevalent. and i have to say that because of blk yn stories that it applies to. (and no ian talking abt how ppl be complaining abt yn being “ghetto” 😒)

drama, comfort, or for fun, is cool and dandy but it’s the same type of thing and i’m not tryna come for the plug stories like don’t nbgaf like omg i’m so tired of hearing bout them freaking stories.

to the ppl who still decide to ignore how damaging fr CERTAIN! blk yn fics y’all remind me of the ppl who support tyler perry movies simply because it’s for entertainment and “he’s telling a story” (that not everyone has)

yep. those things are true but an impact worse than good is being produced. like bffr.

and i feel conflicted by even saying that because some ppl obviously genuinely relate or find comfort in those stories but at what cost. like is comfort worth change and progression?

me rn:

some ppl just really don’t gaf and don’t care to want better. please don’t let the ppl who don’t gaf sway you. for the ppl who do, reblog nice fics or write. blow them up so other blk girls can find them. we deserve it.

there are so many blk fics where yn is not going through those things and if there is “drama” is solved or there’s a healthy resolve. (there’s so many blk writers who need to be publishing books fuck tumblr or ao3 and tryna get reblogs. with all that talent girl MAKE SOME MONEYYYY! YALL STUFF BE GOOD.)

i’m dead serious. why haven’t you thought abt it.

but yeah. it is what it is we have to put more work in to change as people in general. but i really just want my ppl to grow. ppl find comfort in fics for a reason. i really think a good balance of what everyone is looking for and needs should be found. i know ppl gonna feel like ppl telling them what to do but they prolly the ones who don’t want the change for wtv.. reason… ahem..

ppl feeling hit by what i said:

there’s obviously a problem and as a ppl! why can’t we just fix it. like at least try.

side note:

there’s so many ways to get drama. also the smut after arguing piss me off this is off topic cause it applies to a lot of ppl who make fics but like damn. y’all ain’t gon talk it out. and it be the most weird arguments and stuff and you wanna squeeze lemons after that???

idk that annoys me like everyyyy time? and i think smut after arguments can be well written but ….

anyways the blk ff community to damn big for us to be sitting here starving acting like we don’t have food in the refrigerator to make something.

get it together yall. youn want what’s in the refrigerator go get your keys and buy something.

i’m tired of this shit that’s why so many blk writers stop writing or ppl stop reading because it’s too much going on all for some damn fake characters we wanna imagine ourselves with.

and i know for some ppl it’s abt the followers and all that which i mean to each is own i mean

sigh i was tryna be proper and cordial but i really want better for us but it’s so many ppl who go too far or do too little. and some are so sheep that they go with someone else’s opinion too. you know you tired of all the toxic fics say sumn. you know you tired of ppl constantly bringing up yn being ghetto for no reason (that shit piss me off so bad i can’t. they be so close but so farr) say sumn.

me after thinking someone finna bring up how unnecessary struggle love/toxic/extra smutty blk fics are but they end up just complaining abt yn using aave:

anyways i’m ranting. i wanted to say what i felt.

muah

[trevvylovesspence]

Video Game Lover

Ethan Landry x reader

You had a sleepover at Sam's house, the whole group deciding to hang out and stuff your faces with candy. You brought your switch, initially it was to play Stardew Valley once everyone fell asleep but once you realized Anika brought hers you ditched that idea and played Just Dance with her. Ethan and Mindy sat on the couch behind the both of you as Chad and Tara stood in the kitchen and Sam and Quinn were doing nails in Quinn's room.

So Anika picked the first song "Lover! Taylor Swift is queen" "of course" you responded, beginning to dance terribly besides Anika who made you look like a fool but you just both giggled and kept dancing. When it was your turn to pick the song you went with backstreet boys, I want it that way, I mean come on it was a classic.

As you danced terribly, Ethan bit back a smile from his seat. I mean come on, this was probably the cutest way he had ever seen you, pajama pants, hair ties up messily to stay out of your face and one of his shirts, hanging loosely off your shoulders. Usually he was neutral about you in his shirts as you usually stole them for ' their nerdy charms' as you said. Right now, it was a Star Wars shirt. And he wanted nothing more to see you wear it all the time.

He hadn't even realized how many songs had passed as he watched you jump around and laugh with Anika. But now Anika was tired and laying down beside Mindy. "Ask Ethan to play" Ethan turned to Anika, being pulled back into reality. When he turned back to see where you were standing, you were now on your knees in front of him. "Jesus" he jumped back slightly, this definitely looked provocative.

"Ethan pleaseeeee" your bottom lip jutted out in a pout, and it gets worse. "i-im terrible at dancing." You tilt your head to the right staring up at him. "Ethan pleaseeeee" his face flushed and he finally agreed. "Yay!" You jumped up, handing him a joycon and starting a song. "I love you Ethan!" He flushed, "mhm, you're just using me for a dance partner"

Ethan smiled, before realizing your song was a partner dance, somehow you had ended up wrapping around each other, just spinning and dancing. You had played a couple more songs which Mindy and Anika had disappeared to Sam's room during that time. By the time you and Ethan were done playing Just Dance you were the only two in the living room, guess this was your sleeping arrangement.

"I will never forgive you for getting me stuck on this god awful couch" you laughed, plugging in Anika's switch and grabbing your own out of your case reaching into Ethan's bag to grab his. "Hey didn't your mother ever teach you not to go through a ladies purse?!" You giggled, "oh I'm so sorry Ethan didn't know you were a lady now" You threw his switch onto his lap, grabbing your blanket and sitting down on the couch, laying your spiderman blanket across your lap and Ethan's.

You laid your legs across Ethan's lap as you opened Stardew Valley "Wanna play SD?" Ethan already knew what you meant and nodded. You guys played for a little before you let out a comically loud gasp. Ethan turned to you as you glared at him. "How dare you!" Ethan gave you a confused look. "That bouquet better be for me and not Penny!" Ethan smiled at the thought, you being jealous of a girl from a game. "Oh so you're asking to be my girlfriend?" You blushed as he laughed quietly. You had somehow in that time leaned in close to each other. "Would you be my girlfriend?" You softly kissed him. "Yes." Ethan turned down to his switch. "I guess this bouquet is for you then. He looked back up at you. Kissing you softly and using one hand to cup your cheek.

"you better get busy planning your proposal." You laughed, it being 2 in the morning as you sat on Ethan's lap playing Stardew Valley together still. "I love you Y/n" "I love you too Ethan"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bro ty @b0nes-phobic for coming up with this idea in the first place and letting me turn it into a ff 🤭

[divinegrey]

𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 / 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙭 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

welcome to my first writing post of 2023! i was feeling better and also was inspired by the cinematic + some tiktoks so here's some sage content! might do more in the future if im up for it :) happy new year everyone!

prompt: while you're trying to avoid her, sage finds you. things happen ;)

words: 1200

warnings: slight spice, mentions of sub/dom dynamics, use of honorific titles, sage being dommy mommy battle sage

There’s something to be said about the way you’re extraordinarily good at avoiding people. Now, you’re doing it because you’re avoiding them— you’re doing it because you’re trying to avoid one person in particular. 

That person would be none other than the Protocol’s resident second-in-command and primary healer, Sage. 

A reasonable question to ask now would be what exactly did you do to want to avoid her?

A valid question!

One you’re currently not at liberty to answer. You’re too busy trying to watch the latest episode of a TV show in the living room of the Protocol before training starts. You’re on deck with the other duelists for a good ol’ duelist-only training session, lead by Sova, funny enough. He is one of the best coaches, and one of the nicer ones. 

You tilt your head at the screen of your laptop, sitting on the table in front of you with your earbuds plugged in. The plot makes no sense, what the fuck did they do to this? It’s a little ridiculous how badly the writers have screwed over the plotline for this season— the characters are just so all over the place, it’s a disgrace. There are so many things you change about this if you could just—

Being so entrenched in your show, you hardly notice a certain sentinel walking up to the other side of the table. Her hand moves smoothly to the top of your laptop before pushing the screen down and shut. 

The cinematic music from the show comes to a dead stop, and leaves you only with the pounding of your heart in your ears. Your eyes slide up to meet Sage’s gaze, finding her warm brown eyes looking anything but happy to see you. Quickly, you glance around, finding you to be the only one in the room. 

Where the fuck did everyone go?

Sage keeps her hand on your laptop, her ring shining in the light. With her hand in place, she walks to the adjacent side of the table, putting her other hand on her hip. She’s in her full battle gear— her white robes are clean pressed and folded primly, her right over the left. There’s something about seeing her in her gear that makes you a little warm under the collar. 

(You know why. It’s fucking attractive.)

You make a show of glancing down at your wrist (bare) before moving to stand up from your seat. “Well, look at that, I have to go to training—” 

Sage’s hand moves in the blink of an eye to your shoulder, where she shoves you back down into the chair. You go down with a solid thump. 

Shit. 

“You’ve been excused from training,” Sage says, a tone to her voice that sends shivers down your spine. Her fingers squeeze into the meat of shoulder, a tense spot only she knows of due to her extensive time massaging out the kinks from hours spent in the infirmary with her. You try to restrain a sound, but it leaves your mouth against your will anyway. 

Sage merely raises her eyebrow. 

“Emergency spike retrieval. We leave in 15 minutes,” Sage says. 

You hardly have time to say a word before Sage moves again, throwing her leg over your lap and sitting down. Her hand grips your jaw— her fingers, so soft and nimble, hold you in place. 

“Are you going to run off again, or have you learned your lesson?” Sage’s thumb moves back and forth over your bottom lip, and your face is flushed red with the raw surprise of Sage being so bold in the Protocol common area. 

See, the reason you’d been avoiding her is because you’re like any other duelist— you rush into danger with bullets in your gun and grit in your teeth. More often than not, you come back to her battered and bloody; that’s your job. 

Sage doesn’t like that, you being her… it doesn’t matter what you are to her. You’re hers, and she doesn’t enjoy seeing you in pain. Last mission you were on with her, things went a little sideways, which lead Sage becoming genuinely angry with you, and angry Sage is a hell of a lot to be scared of. 

You being you, there’s a tendency to avoid people who are angry with you.

Apparently, you’ve taken too long to respond, because Sage taps your cheek twice with her pointer finger to snap you back to attention. You blink at her, showing your attentiveness (or lack thereof), and Sage hums. 

“Focus. We only have a couple minutes before I need to send you off to the locker room,” says Sage, her voice covered in honey-sweet sugar that sends a shiver down your spine. “Are you going to listen to me, this time?” 

There’s nothing you can truly do but nod in this situation, staring into her eyes. Any thought of avoiding her ceases to exist— you give up, simply, when it comes to Ling Ying Wei and who she is. She’s pleased; you know this, by the small upturn at the corner of her mouth. Your hands are kept firmly by your side— you’re trained, you know this, you know what to do. 

“I won’t run off,” you murmur softly. 

Sage smiles. “Good girl.” 

Sage slides her other hand into your hair, gripping it as she brings you closer for a kiss, and oh, this is what you crave. You crave her, and you’re willing to give up every ounce of control for it, even if it means doing as you're told on the battlefield. Sage is akin to your handler, the one who can keep you disciplined, keep you compliant and docile in her hands. 

You wrap your arms around her waist, burying your hands into the various folds and flaps of her clothes to touch her. Maybe you’re greedy, but you don’t care; Sage came in with a mission, and you’re never one to turn it down. 

But Sage, the strong, wise Sage, always keeps you on your leash.

Her hand on your throat prevents you from kissing her any more. Her eyes are darker when she pulls away, and Sage clicks her tongue. 

“Don’t get handsy now, bǎo bèi, we have a mission to do,” Sage says, lowering her hand to the collar of your hoodie. She curls her fingers, yanking it to tug you close to her. She whispers, “And if you do as you’re told, you’ll be rewarded very handsomely.” 

Your eyes glimmer at the prospect of a reward from Sage. 

Sage tightens her grip. “What do you say?” 

“Yes, Mommy.” the words come out of your throat hardly louder than a whisper, but it’s enough for Sage. She gets up from your lap, adjusting her clothes until they look good as new. You’re left stunned, struggling to get up from the chair to go change into your gear. 

God, you love it here. 

~~~~~ A/N: welp, i wrote something. back to my depression hole! thanks for reading :)

[cvupidwrites]

hugs with love

made this while our precious innie is sick :(! sick!jeongin x reader. implied relationship, pet names like babe, love, beautiful, etc. MENTIONS OF VOMITING, FOOD, AND CRYING

my beautiful boy: babe..when will you be off work :(

you: soon my love..is everything okay?

my beautiful boy: im just…

my beautiful boy: feeling a bit bad..

you: bad in what way, baby?

my beautiful boy: like sick.. nvm ill get over it.. its probably js comeback nerves..

you: ill be home in about 10-20, do you need/want anything while im out my baby?

my beautiful boy: im okay rn

my beautiful boy: i just want to see your beautiful face

my beautiful boy: i feel like im gonna vomit

you: okay im coming my love. i can work at home for the next few days..

my beautiful boy: ill see you when you get home

you: see you soon baby

jeongins texts made me concerned..very concerned. have the boys not noticed that he’s sick? i sighed and stood up from my desk, running my hand through my hair nervously as i walked out of my office. “you good?” my co worker asked me as she filled her cup up with coffee in the break room, the open door allowing her to see me.

“yeah.. i need to go home early.. it’s an emergency.” “a bad one?” “depends.. i might not be back for a few days though.” i grabbed my coat off the rack where we kept them all, slipping it on and brushing down my work skirt afterwards. “text me if you need me to cover anything, k?” she said placing a hand on my shoulder. “thank you” i smiled and walked back into my office to grab my bag and other belongings.

“miss y/n?” i turned my head to see my boss. “mr. choi! ah- i was just about to come talk to you-“ “ms. kang already spoke to me.. take a few days off. you may work from home if you’d like, but it will be excused if you don’t.” he cut the conversation short by handing me an envelope. “thank you sir, but whats this?” “your paycheck.. and a bit more. you’ve been helping the company so much lately, that’s why im letting you off easily.” he smiled and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “thank you so much, ill come back and work harder” i said with a bow as he nodded. “take care y/n.” “you too sir.”

after my conversation with my boss, i rushed out the building, trying not to trip over myself in my heels. “damn this work dress code.” i whispered to myself as i pulled out my keys from my coat pocket. i pulled off my heels as i sat at front of the wheel. starting the car as i sighed nervously before pulling out my phone to plug in the aux, playing the playlist jeongin made me while we were first talking.

i stopped at the place that jeongin and me always go to on cold evenings after my shifts if we have time. i pulled on some extra sneakers that were in my car over my socked feet and headed inside. i was greeted by a warm essence, surprised by the lack of people. “Hello, what can I get for you?” The young girl at the counter smiled at me. I asked her for 2 bowls of seaweed soup, just in case he wanted more than 1, and a few bowls of rice and tteokbbokki for to go.

she gave me a nod and headed to to the back to tell the cooks. i sat down at the nearest table and bounced my leg as i answered a few work emails on my phone. the young girl who was at the counter gave me a bag with my order inside. “have a good day.” She bowed as i returned it. “you as well.” i smiled as i walked out the door with the bag. getting into the car i texted Jeongin

you: ill be home in about 5 mins love

my beautiful boy: i cant wait to see you :(

i pulled up to the dorms and said hello to the girl at the front desk. “here to see jeongin im guessing?” she asked typing in the computer before looking up with a smile. “yes.. the poor boy is sick so i thought id come bring him some soup.” “what a sweet young girl you are.. tell us if he’s feeling any better when you come back down, will you?” “yes ma’am.” “thank you sweetheart.” i smiled and sent her a bow as i rushed to the elevator. pressing the 3rd floor button, i rocked on my heels as it went up.

i walked down the corridor and found their dorm and knocked. “oh.. y/n! you’re here!” Felix said welcoming me warmly. “hi lix, i brought some soup and rice for innie.. he asked me to come over.” Felix moved out of the way so i could step inside and i kicked off my shoes at the door. “the boy has been crying for you all day.” “really? like actually crying? oh god i should have gotten off work earlier.” i started to panic, placing the bowls of soup on the table and Felix grabbed the rice. “don’t worry yn.. he woke up and threw up this morning and iv been watching after him since..” i sighed, still worried. “thanks lixie”

Seungmin then walked out of the bathroom. “hey yn.” “hi seungmin, you okay? you seem a bit tired.” “yeah.. iv been trying to get jeongin to take medicine but he wouldn’t let me get near him, he said he only wanted you.” “yeah.. he woke up from a nap and has been whining to see you ever since.” Felix laughed as he popped the rice container open. “where’s min?” “he went out to get some medicine with Chan hyung.” “i see.. im going to go see innie now. feel free to eat the rice and tteokbbokki, I bought it for you guys.”

Seungmin and Felix smiled at me softly. “thanks yn.. feel free to spend the night, you can stay in my room if you want.” Felix picked up a bowl of rice and some tteokbbokki. “Thank you for the food yn, I’ll eat well~” Seungmin replied with a satisfied smile. I smiled back to him as he picked up his helpings of food. “I’ll think about it, thank you Felix.”

i grabbed one bowls of soup and walked into his room, opening the door slowly. “innie?” i said softly as i walked in, seeing him curled up into a ball in his bed with a blanket thrown over him and a fan blowing on his face. “yn?” he mumbled, lifting his head up. “hi beautiful..” he smiled weakly beyond seeing me walk up to his bed. “hi baby..” I said sitting on the edge of his bed and brushing his hair away from his forehead to give it a kiss. it definitely felt warm- no not warm- hot.

I frowned upon feeling the heat of his forehead. “Honey youre burning up- gosh.. tell me your symptoms..” I sighed and continued to brush my hands through his hair. “Well I’m always in a cold sweat..” he sighed and groaned, rubbing his fingers on his temple. “A migraine.. and iv been vomiting and coughing..” i sighed out and sat completely on his bed with him, laying his head into my lap. “Baby I’m so sorry..” “don’t be.. it not-“ he was interrupted by a cough. I rubbed his back as he coughed into his elbow.

He curled his body into my side as he sighed. “It’s not your fault..” his voice was hoarse and he laid his head into my chest. “I brought you some soup.. if you want any.” “I dunno.. I might just throw it up.. iv been drinking water but everytime I try to eat, it makes me was to puke.” I turned to my side and scooted myself down a little to be face to face with him. “You’re going to get sick.” “I don’t care.. i want to be with you, you need to be taken care of.” I cupped his face and gave him a few kisses to the cheek and his temple.

His smile lifted a little and he scooted closer to me, if it was humanly possible. I hugged his shoulders as he let out a sigh. “I didn’t know I could miss you so much..” he whispered softly against my clothed shoulder. “ we saw each other this morning..” “it felt like an eternity.” “You’re much more clingy when your sleepy, you know that?” I brushed his hair back again and he laughed weakly. “I just love you so much.. i feel like I’ll only feel better if you’re with me.. hugging me, kissing me, touching me.” He whispered, nuzzling into my neck, pressing a soft kiss onto it.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me.. you wont have to worry about doing anything by yourself.” “What about work?” “My boss let me have a few days off..” “but-“ “No but’s, you don’t have to worry about anything other than getting better.” He let out a defeated sigh and nodded against my neck. I felt his eyelashes brush against my skin, i could tell they were fluttering open and closed. “You okay?” I asked quietly. “yeah.. ‘m just a bit tired..” he answered almost inaudible.

“go to sleep innie. ill be here when you wake up.” “promise?” He flashed a soft look to me through his eyelashes. “promise.” I kissed both of his cheeks and then placed one last kiss on the side of his lips. “I love you y/n, more than anything.” he whispered and the last of his sentence trailed off as he fell into a much needed slumber. “I love you too innie..more than life it’s self.” i sighed and hugged him to me closer.

[byllsbytch]

Birthday Baby! - Tom Kaulitz

It was Tom's birthday and I drove to his House. I knocked on the door with cake, a gift bag around my wrist and balloons in hand and of course a party hat to accommodate.

Simone, Tom's mother, opened the door.

"Oh hi Y/N!!" She exclaimed grabbing the cake out my hands. I gave her hug and kiss on the cheek.

"How you been?" I asked, glancing at the living room littered in streamers and balloons.

"Great! Just finished setting up and waiting for Tom to get back from the liquor store."

"Eighteen!" I gasp, "how you feel?"

"I'm feeling so old!" She blurted putting her hand on her chest.

I followed her into the kitchen where Tom's mates Georg and Gustav were hanging out. Meanwhile, Georg frantically rummaged through the drawers and cabinets searching for batteries for the turntable set.

"Ah-ha!" Exclaimed Georg holding the batteries in the air. "Oh, hey Y/N" he realised me sitting there and ran over for a bear-hug.

"Hey Georg" I replied earning a quick glance from Gustav who was engrossed in setting up the party games.

He rushed over to the DJ set and starting playing some songs. Simone cringed at the music, quickly hurrying to the backyard before she heard the profanities.

I put down my present and placed the balloons in the corner.

"Where's all these friends Tom's been going on about?" I questioned.

Georg yelled over the music, "He's not having his party today."

I nodded, "So this is it?"

"Yeah, besides Shyla and Bill, they're still glamming up."

I heard a bang on the fly screen and walked to the door.

"Hey girlie" He smirked, leaning against the wall.

"Hey birthday boy." I grinned as I unlocked the door. "Ooh, a carton of Beer, think we grown don't we?"

Tom looked down at the box in his arms.

"Well I am eighteen." He remarked, placing the carton on the floor.

"Come here" He opened his arms and I walked toward his embrace, the smell of musky cologne lingering in my nose.

We kissed each other on the cheek.

"Long drive?" He questioned, picking up the box of alcohol.

"Nah, not too long, it was longer though considering I did drive by the city."

He nodded as I followed him to the kitchen.

Gustav walked up and patted Tom on the back "Happy Birthday Tommy."

"Thanks" he smiled.

At that the fly screen was banging again and there stood Shyla and Bill in their hands were bottles of wine and vodka, as well as a bag of logs.

The pair walked in and placed their drinks in the esky.

"I should get this fire started shouldn't I?" Said Shyla, heading outside with the bag of wood.

I grabbed the esky and wheeled it outside into the shed, inside was a German flag hung up, posters of playboy models, a beat up fridge, TV, pool table, random couches placed everywhere and a pop up table with plastic cups, ping pong balls and a ashtray.

Eveyone started walking inside the shed, Gustav started playing pool with Tom and Georg was setting up the DJ set in the room. Bill sat down and Shyla was still setting up the fire pit.

"Shame we didn't think of starting up the barbecue." Moaned Gustav.

"Always next time." Replied Tom, taking a sip of his beer.

I stood and watched the boys play pool and a sudden sharp pain went in my stomach.

I rushed to the bathroom and saw blood as I wiped myself.

"OH FOR FUCK SAKE!" I yelled in frustration.

"Hey you ok?" Called Gustav from behind the door.

"Uh yeah." I sighed "Can you get Shyla."

"Uh, yeah sure." At that I heard footsteps receding and after 5 minutes I heard Shyla's voice.

"What wrong Doll?" She asked concerned.

"You gotta plug?" I asked.

"No sorry babe, I just used them last week."

"Can you run to the chemist?" I asked.

"I'm sorry can't risked getting pulled over. Im over the alcohol limit."

I groaned.

"What about Bill?"

"He's had more drinks than me." She said hesitantly.

"Only Gustav is sober."

"Can you get him to grab me some tampons?" I pleaded.

"Okay Sweet." She replied.

After another 15 minutes Gustav came back from the deli down the coldersack, handing me the box of tampons.

"Thanks Gus." I called and went to open the box.

I held the tampon in my hand and scoffed. 'What the actual fuck.' I thought.

These were massive. I checked the box and saw 'extra heavy flow' written on the box.

I mentally cringed and struggled to get sorted. After all the chaos I sat back in the shed drinking beer while thanking Gustav for his hospitality.

The pain got worse and Tom told me to go and lay in his room if i needed to.

I walked in there and laid down in his bed, cudling in his sheets while I tried nap.

-

I woke up holding my stomach as if it would cure the sharp pain. I heard Music still playing outside and a eruption of laughter. Damn I wish these annoying ass cramps would go away.

The light suddenly flicked on and Tom walked in, reeking of alcohol and a cigarette hanging out his mouth, with a glass of water and packet of fresh panadol.

"Mum quickly popped by and dropped these off.."

I looked up at him

"Tell your Mum I said thanks" I smiled.

"Holy Shit!" He exclaimed "You're so pale."

"I'm sorry" I sighed. "I'll just go home, you shouldn't be looking after me on your birthday."

"No, no don't worry about it. You can stay the night if you wish."

"Thanks Kaulitz." I kissed his cheek and went to get up, putting my jumper back on.

Georg walked in with something in his hands.

"Sorry Tom I forgot to give you your best present." He grinned throwing about 50 condoms at Tom.

His eye went wide and I just laughed silently.

They were scattered everywhere with a label "extra small" scribbled onto them with a sharpie.

Tom frantically picked them up, trying to hide them although I already seen them.

He shot dirty looks at Georg as Georg bellowed with laughter.

"Enjoy Y/N!" He called walking away.

"She's on the fuckin rag!" Yelled Tom.

"And you got the wrong size!" He continued

"It's okay Tom you don't have to be embarrassed not everyone's long in the schlong." I joked to which his face went bright red.

[itsdappleagain]

hell yeah baby backstory time

it is time for the boston tea party caper!!

notes under the cut assss always

this episode is a bit of a mix-up for me. i like it but not my favorite all things considered. i'm still excited though- some of the moments in this episode are GOLD

HQ!!!

JHSGHSD "hey red hows san diego" "not great" "im not talking about you girl"

"i thought he lived in the cloud"

player looks so unamused pls

PLEASE "though i am hearing voices again" HOW WAS THAT RELEVANT. WERE U HEARING VOICES BEFORE

shadowsan is the best character here he's so funny

THE "THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT"

if they vowed to use their "superpowers" for good and ivy hotwired that car later on i guess maybe they used to steal cars and then decided to go straight maybe

ivy is so cool

OH hey also by the way their younger designs. SO GOOD carmen should have gotten a dorky in between phase we were robbbbed

small

not trey and his butt chin

i like how the screen glitches when its paused on trey. new headcanon this is a powerpoint presentation they threw together right then and there

you dare knock LYDIA

"i got this" zack says with the confidence of a man who just ate taco bell learning they won't see another restroom for eight more hours on the road trip

the talking through the race kills me every time 😭you can't hear each other

man this racetrack has an overhead drone keeping exact pace with the leading car

zack had a chase devineaux phase too once

carmen sandiego: oh no no we're rated for seven year olds!! the boston tea party caper: the mafia boss who lent us money threatened to put a hit out on us if we didn't commit a robbery for him on a suspicious front for a money laundering operation for the mob

the main reason i dislike this episode and need for speed is because zack doesnt ever get to learn. he was impulsive and it was bad in duke of vermeer, he was impulsive and it was bad in boston tea (okay fine, it shows us his younger self! fine with that) BUT THEN HE IS IMPULSIVE AND ITS BAD AGAIN NEXT TIME. FOR THE SAME REASONS whyyy wouldn't they take duke of vermeer as an opportunity to show his growth instead of making him out to be some angry no control childish idiot who sacrifices untold amounts for a little payback. and drags ivy down with him EVERY TIME

there's something so cool and sinister about ivy smiling, reassuring him, and then slowly pulling down the ski mask to hide any emotion. ivy and zack seem like they could have been prime targets for VILE recruitment- they could have gone down a much darker path

shadowsan was so invested

carmen's puberty crammed in those few months between the boat and the boston holy shit

player accidently saved zack and ivy's asses by turning off those cameras jgjsgkd

the second perspective of zack crashing into the wall kills me every time pls

here goes carmen with "its for your own safety" who taught her that phrase

i love how z and i immediately think that this person couldnt possibly be...i dont know. an employee or a manager or someone who works at the donut place. she's gotta be another thief. i mean they are right but like why

the giant ass green vault behind the fridge door 😭

WE'RE FOLLOWIN THAT LADY FOLLOWIN THOSE BREADCRUMBS TO THE DOUGH

wait didn't they arrive in a truck parked on the other side of the building

carmen ALSO had a chase devineaux phase

???? isnt that truck she just stole the one they got there in???

i mean carmen. girl. you kicked them out of their own robbery and then stole their car did you expect them not to follow you

carmen's devineaux side coming out <3 also completely shameless carmen cant drive comic plug

there are so many car accidents literally everyone could have died in for these two (this and need for speed) episodes. credits roll as the paramedics show up to carmen who just CRASHED HER CAR INTO A FUCKING HOLE HEAD FIRST

they had to make sure to show us that carmen was literally the worst driver possible to justify zack being there

i love zack immediately getting super friendly with the random woman who just stole their car, crashed it, and then stole it again with them inside

carmen: haha suave quip zack and ivy, the two most neurodivergent bitches on the planet: IN THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR

also carmen looks hilariously uncomfortable wedged behind this shipping crate. she's experiencing her first infodump

the loaning money joke is actually very funny

i kind of like how awkward carmen still is in some areas. she still talks like a VILE operative- she reports her every move to player, she simply responds with "understood." because thats the only way she knows how to relate

ANGY

ivy: oh no camera: zooms out to show the most outraged face the animators could draw

screenshots of all time

can you imagine your weirdgirl little 16 year old classmate dips and you see her a few months later and she's turned into this trenchcoat wearing 5'7" long haired adult woman whose only goal is to make your life a thousand times harder

not quite sure how this episode said "oh yeah. her classmates who knew her as a kid constantly call her by the wrong name and disrespect her despite constant corrections. and also her mother figure, seeing the new her, disowns her with the proclamation that this new person killed her child when she took this new name and betrayed her" and made it not transgender

le chevre was so cool about everything for like three minutes

HEY okay my favorite detail of the show is that when carmen runs in this episode she gets way out of breath because she isn't in shape yet i LOVE that detail

i have never heard more emotion from gina than when she went "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME"

THROW HER OVERBOARD

el topo is also cool about things for like three minutes

zack and ivy bounce constantly between dumb orange cat energy and golden retriever who would jump into the ocean for a guy who petted them once energy

legend has it carmen still manages to throw el topo and le chevre in the water every time they are within a mile of it

i love le chevre backing up and running away from her because he's like oh shit. wasn't she like the best in our class?? is she going to kill me or something?? why did she leave VILE what the fuck im booking it nah

YEAH I NEED THE ROPE CARMEN IS SO MEAN IN THIS EPISODE ITS SO FUCKING FUNNY

IVY RESPONDING TO THE ASK FOR "MUSCLES" WAS A UNIVERSAL LESBIAN WIN FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THE PLANET GOD WHAT AN ICONIC SCENE. MILADY. ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS KISS HER HAND GOD

its never brought up ever again that ivy's "shirt" is actually a blue undershirt and a black vest and that is criminal we needed a gay vest. something

the slomo kick is so hot

LE CHEVRE STEPPING ON HER HEAD

those plates must have hurt so fucking bad

okay well. you DO commit crimes

"the police have no idea they exist" okay. TELL THEM

SEE? VEST.

"got any room for us on your next job?" "you know what? sure! come along and help me take down this global criminal organization. uhhh what are your names again btw?"

yall i dont think eddie is going to want to see you for the money

A FLYING CAR he said yeah zack that was smart

i love how offended by literally everything the bostonians do shadowsan is

THEY MADE SHADOWSAN GET IN THE BACK BEHIND THE SEAT HAHAHAHHJHD

that hq wont be so wasted when you die of hypothermia! good luck carmen

alrighty, thats the beantown caper all done! only two more to catch up on before I'm on time again for my favorite episode this saturday >:)

[rinhaler]

I've been thanking A LOT about your plug!Sukuna and I wanted to share a thot

imagine after a smoke sesh where you managed to trick him and smoke wayyy less than him so you can be in control of the situation bc you want something from him that you know he's not willing to give in his five senses

You kiss his neck and ask him to let you fuck him (not that he needs much convincing but deep down you know he's aware you are into something) when everything is said and done you are on top pinning him by the wrists while he's inside but you won't move until he promises to give you what you want (IDK WHAT IS IT I DIDN'T THINK THAT FAR I'M JUST HORNY) and he know he could turn the whole situation around, he's stronger than you buuut his mind is so foggy and you feel so good and maybe he's feeling a little sub for some reason all he can do is wiggle and fuck himself against you biting his lip while we contemplates to give you whatever the fuck you little heart desires but he knows if he gives in just one time you are going to become extra bratty and belive you can get whatever you want whenever you want it from him just in exchange of some pussy (you totally can but he's won't admit and doesn't want you to know) eventually when he realizes he won't be able to cum like this Sukuna agrees but let's really clear you own him something, maybe a position he always wanted to try and you absolutely refuse, or to let him get your ass virginity, or some kinky shit he is interested at the moment bc Sukuna always has to win and always has to be in control of the situation.

anyways sorry bc i know is a lot, luv you🥺❤️

HI HI IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO THIS

I have no doubt in my mind that Sukuna has a crush on the reader. But despite him and Yuuji not really getting along I know he cares for his little brother and ultimately wouldn't want to hurt him or betray him like that. That's why he would have made a point of telling Yuuji that he wants to fuck the reader rather than just doing it without permission.

So, to that end, I think the reader could very easily manipulate Sukuna into doing what she wanted. But I don't think she's that kinda girl! She's sweet and shy but is sooooo different when it comes to Sukuna. She's really tense and uncomfortable and she will always try to stay loud and confident and put him in his place but he can so easily have her cowering and doing what he wants.

But if she got the upperhand in a situation like you described? He would fooooold. If she had a clear head and he was a little fucked up from smoking she could definitely wrap him around her little finger. His crush on her would blind him completely.

I think he'd be sooooo mad at us though like how DARE you get me in this compromising position how dare you make me so weak and pathetic 😭

ohhhhhh i love this ask thank you so much im sorry if i worried you by taking so long to reply!! i really appreciate all of my asks and i like to take the time to think about what i wanna say and write a response! i can see you put a lot of thought and effort into this so i wanted to try and do the same for you <3 thank you so much for reaching out and sending me this i love ur big big brain heheheh pls take care and look after yourself!

[gurugirl]

😩😩😩

no bc this actually made my thighs clench,,, like this is actually so f hot!!!

the whole idea of him using her again and again, like he would rent a big suite for a big meeting, and yn would come a bit before, to meet him, and like wish him good luck and then she'll be like "ok bye" and he'll be like "where do you think you're going, little girl?" and like kiss her and tie her up in the other room, all spread open with the shiny jewel plug in her ass. it would be a vibrating one, so he’d control it during his meeting, making her desperate for more and more.

between breaks he would go in and lock the door, and you know, maybe fuck her and then put the plug back in place, stuffing her full of it,,, and she'll be all subby and like "give me your cum, daddy. i'll keep it in my little pussy" and he would be so fucked out and think how did he deserve her!??? and then kiss her and leave her there, till everything is done, and then make love to her, saying "you're my princess, you know that? my pretty baby. there's no one i love in this world more than i love you." ❤️🥺🥺🥺

( im sorry if im annoying with sending so many asks!! sorry sorry sorry)

First of all… don’t be sorry for sending me asks! I love getting asks 🥰 And I love all your ideas 🥰

But anyway… that ask was phew 😮‍💨 and adding to the details here with yours 🥵🥵 having her asking for his come 😭 I’m also obsessed with the idea that he keeps her in this hotel suite and just uses her all day while he works in between getting his fill of her (or her having her fill of him 🤭)

Thank you 😭 This goes into the drafts ✍️

Xoxo

[yuukei-yikes]

Since we’re bringing up kagekids, I wonder what kind of moms would Ayano and Takane be. And what kind of relationship do Ayame and Konoha have with their parents? Who is their favourite parent?

AWWW MY FANKIDS THE LITTLE GUYS THE THE THE... heheheheheheheheheheh this ask excited me so i doodled them quickly

las creaturas for real ☝️☝️☝️

erm erm erm. answer under the cut ♥️ i talked a lot and it's embarrassing ♥️♥️♥️

ayano is not difficult to imagine as a mom. she's really sweet but scary when angry yknow. probably more than shintaro. well obviously a lot more than shintaro. kids go to him before her when theyre in trouble bc he's a huge pushover and cant handle being mad at them for over a minute. LOL ERMM ERMMM i think ayano's parent flaw (IM GETTING INTO THAT NO ONE IS A PERFECT PARENT) is that shes REALLY into THERE ARE NO SECRETS IN THE FAMILY and struggles giving her kids space bc she's insanely scared of any of them hurting similarly to how she has in the past. like it comes from a good place but it's definitely a little awkward and makes ayano kind of an overbearing parent? not SUPER like she's not controlling or takes away their privacy or anything but she's like. EMOTIONALLY overbearing. friday night after dinner is emotion time where we sit down as a family and list every positive and negative thing of the week and talk it through😊😊😊😊😊 shes a little crazy but means well u_u but she's really just teaching them healthy communication and how to ask for help etc etc but sometimes it goes too far like she projects too much LOL but it complements well with shintaro bc he's usually like Hey. leave them the fuck alone for a moment and ayanos like AUUGGHH 💔💔💔💔💔💔 ok fine💔 also AGAIN ayame littlest of 4 kids but all others are adopted and came into the family with their own lore and most likely tragic past so ayano is USED TO THE PRECEDURE OF HELPING HER CHILDREN HEAL but ayame is like i was raised in a healthy loving home i have no mental issues and my biggest problem in life is having to go to school bc id rather be playing toys and having fun. and ayano's like what the fuck... shintaro we raised an emotionally stable child and shintaros like I SURE HOPE WE DID?????

takane is also not difficult to imagine i think. sorry takane but... overprotective insane parent she would be fucking INSANE like. takane would be a good mom DO NOT get me wrong definitely the coolest no big deal u can do anything u want kinda parent definitely the fun one definitely the one all next gen kids go to for prank support. you know that pic that's like mom in 1990 helping her kids pass a hard level in super mario. thats takane 100% like she is so COOL but secretly fucking insanely over obsessed protective hypochondriac. like rest in fucking pieces. konoha's the kid arriving to the sleepover with a overnight breathing machine that needs to be plugged in. he scrapes his knee and takane acts like it's the end of the world. haruka not nearly as insane but insane enough to sort of enable takane's overprotectiveness bc he's sorta the same LOL he's not so worried if konoha gets hurt playing but if he coughs 1 time haruka also begins acting like it's the end of the world

konoha is an only kid and ayame has 3 older siblings so haruka+takane and ayano+shintaro are inevitably super different parents bc shintaro and ayano are like experienced and are like the memes of Me when my third kid hits their head (hanging out and not caring) and haruka and takane are like Me when my first kid hits their head (AMBULANCE SIRENS) since im talking abt ayano and takane specifically let me add i think itd be funny if they get into discussions because ayame plays rough (little sister survival) and konoha rides a bike with pillows attached to all his body. so konoha's like coming back home from hanging out with ayame all shaken and hyper and with 1 microscopic scrape and takane's like (shaking) which isnt even ayame's fault konoha is probably clumsy as hell. haruka genes. didnt get the deadly illness👍👍👍 but falls on his face for no damn reason all the time😔😔😔

AS FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIPS i feel bad abt them choosing a favorite THATS SO SADDD i dont think its about FAVORITES it's more like. u have different relationships with both parents??? like i think ayame goes more to shintaro than ayano exactly because ayano is like Sit down AND LETS HAVE OUR SCHEDULED HEART TO HEART and shintaro's like a million times more chill like i generally think ayame's personality is more like his. i think she's sort of like if shintaro was an extrovert♥️ but also when it comes to hanging out outside and jumping around and chasing each other around which is 1000% ayames kind of playing she goes to ayano. shintaro's sitting down on the couch trying to read and his kid(s) (all the older ones join in too) and wife are jumping around him because the floor is lava 🙏💯🔥 literally ratio + playing + having fun.

like IDK. I FEEL BAD CHOOSING ONE OR ANOTHER TO BE A FAVORITE BOTH ARE GOOD PARENTS THEYRE A HAPPY FAMILY *MY TELEKINESIS THROWS EVERYTHING ACROSS THE ROOM* same for harutaka and konoha but in a more chill way btw i think their households are so different bc konoha is an only child AND super chill and ayame is a nightmare child AND 1 out of 4 kids so harutaka household is like super organized and quiet and shinaya house is utter chaos. konoha and ayame getting overstim/understim when visiting each other LMAOO but theyre still BESTFRIENDS FOREVER!!!!!

i got sidetracked i was gonna talk abt harutaka and konoha ermmm ermmm i also refuse to choose a favorite parent but konoha... awakening eyes..... it is inevitable haruka and him share A Bond because COME ONN COME ONNNN HIS OTHER SELF... IS BABY NOW... SNIFF SMIFF sorry i have got so many feelings abt awakening eyes being baby. like haruka doesnt KNOW its awakening obviously but still there is a special affinity. takane is definitely the only loud one in the family if it wasnt for its annoying ass their home would be so quiet all the damn time. BUT ITS GOOD bc it keeps everyone moving takane is definitely the time management. like get your asses moving management. its just them 3 you know so they're all really close. konoha definitely the kind to sleep in his parents bed just cuz its more comfortable he is insanely babied so he's kind of like yeah i am Baby. sorry to come back to the same thing but this and ayame's little sister moment like IM NOT LITTLE IM SO MATURE AUUGGHHH vs konoha being like My mom still cuts my food 🙏 he's older than her but ayame lives her big sister calling through konoha

[genderdotcom]

4, 5, 12, 21 for japhet :)

4. What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

I think Japhet would say their greatest flaw is not being strong-willed enough, just going along with what others tell them to do- even though that isn't the case to the level that they think it is.

On one hand, they do bow to Sceleritas' instruction enough to fully intend to kill Isobel when they meet her- but on the other hand they realise it would mean the death of all of Last Light and manage to stay their hand. And yet they beat themself up for even wanting to do it.

Also, with Minsc- Jaheira dies at Moonrise, so they're forced to kill him. At which point they feel Bhaal approving of them for doing so, and they want to save him, and they don't want to do anything Bhaal wants them to do, but they can't find another way out. The Emperor wants them to kill him. Their father wants them to kill him. There's nothing they can do, but that doesn't make it feel any better.

5. What opinion does your Dark Urge have about the Gods?

ok so early in the game i think they have moments of derision looking at books about other gods and such, like "ugh that's such a stupid doctrine. you know in MY religion we.... uh." like they have the vague sense that they were religious in SOME way. as the game goes on, i think they get a sense that they're somehow beyond the reach of the gods. they think that if they prayed to any, there wouldn't be an answer. they aren't a person, they aren't under the gods' dominion- their fate has already been written for them. they're just a pawn in some awful game, trying to break out of it.

12. How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

It's worse than what they expected. it's confirmation of what they feared- that they're somehow inherently evil. they'd thought they were cursed in some way, or had some sort of other consciousness foisted upon them- not that the urge was them.

also they totally missed all the signs in moonrise that they had already been there. the closest they got is talking to the Absolute- but they came away from that thinking it was something connected to their patron (great old one). so that very much blindsides them as well

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to?

OKAAAY so im using this as an excuse to plug my japhet playlist :3 but if i were to pick 3 songs:

Needed a Change of Pace - Jhariah

Oh, how could you love me so Oh, with all I've done and the things you know My dearest You better never forgive me Cause if you Forget what I've done I'll do it again

In The Blood - Hades OST

Run all you like From the place you belong It's always there It's in the air Your dearest kin Below the skin It's in the blood

Be Nice To Me - The Front Bottoms

I got boulders on my shoulders Collar bones begin to crack There is very little left of me and it's never coming back There are certain things you ask of me And there are certain things I'll lack The beginning, we were winning But now I'm just making up facts

[sissybabycucksophia]

What are your top 3 fantasies?

Ohhhh now thats a good one! I love that you asked this 😊 for the record these are FANTASIES not roadmaps or actual things likely too or that Im willing for too happen. 👀

1. So my first fantasy it to have a beautiful caring and dominant girlfriend, i imagine her like some 5ft ginger haired and blue eyed hour glass figure type girl 😅. I dream of coming home from work on a Friday, her locking the doors and demanding i go upstairs and strip. Upstairs she chastises me, inserts a hollow plug in my ass, quadruple diapers me and put locking waterproof pants over that, then despite my moans and pleas she’d lock me in a pink footed playsuit, rigid locking mittens on my hands, lock a cock gag that looks like a paci gag in my mouth, then she’d lock me in a heavy fleece sleepsack. Once all trapped in that she’d make me crawl all the way back downstairs (bum sliding down the stairs) where i would he mortified to see a big muscular black dude on the couch. Despite my protestant moans my gf would simply get me sat on a dining room chair then use rope to tie me too it as she tells her guest not to worry because I’m just a baby and can’t possibly understand what’s happening. Once tied to the chair, in front if the black man my gf will sit on my lap and begin plastering and caking my face in super feminine makeup to destroy my masculinity and then secure a below shoulder length blonde curly wig on my head. After which I’ll be forced to sit there staring directly at my girlfriend as they both strip naked and the black man begins violently fucking her while i piss my diapers like a weak little coward. They’d have sex at least 4 times, in between rounds 2 and 3 though, my gf will tell her bull to masturbate and shoot a load all over me, to which he shoots a massive load of superior bull cum into the crotch region of my Sleepsack, leaving a cum dinner plate sized cum puddle soaking in through the crotch of my fleece sleep sack. Eventually after my gf offers to take him out for dinner im left tied up to the chair for hours…. Eventually shitting my diaper as well.

2. The second fantasy is to have a male dom near me find out who i am then blackmail me into being his sissy girlfriend. It’d start off with him blackmailing me into going to his niece’s birthday party Dressed as Abby Bominable (monster high) and pretending to be his gf so his family stop pestering him. Then he’d tell me i did to good a job and that they liked me so he’d force me to go too a 10 year school reunion prom with him where i’d have to endure him groping and making contact with me as well as have to make out with him so people believed we’re serious. However as he’s making out with me he feels my erect cock through my mermaid fit prom dress and drags me to the disabled toilets and forces me into chastity, hes very angry cause i could have been seen. Next he’d insist on taking me on weekly dates too improve our dynamic to be more believable to family, i only go along with it cause he promises to unlock my chastity after a year of weekly dates. Eventually he warns me hes going to propose while we’re on a southern reenactment holiday with his family but tells me i must agree because it’ll be a sham wedding just to keep his family happy, so while standing pathetically dressed as a pink azalea trail maid with my penis fit to burst from its chastity I’m forced to act surprised and excitedly say yes as he proposes. Six months later I’m being walked down the isle by his dad in my very tight mermaid fit wedding dress toward the man whos been blackmailing me for nearly 2 years and keeping me in chastity, believing its a fake minister i say the vows my dom has prewritten for me and say i do as a ring is placed in my finger. At that he grabs me and shoves his tongue down my throat against my will but i try to go with it to keep fooling his family but suddenly i feel woozy and pass out. When i awake I’m in the middle of the dance floor at the reception, in my wedding dress I’m tied to a chair and completely unable to move, my mouth is filled by a large cock gag and even though I can’t get my hands too it, my penis is now uncaged and pushing hard up against the tight mermaid fit dress. My dom then reveals his family have known since day one i was a man because they saw the bump in the crotch of my Abby Bominable costume. He also reveals that was a real and binding wedding, now of the 280 guests, the 3/4’s of whom are male will come up and masturbate and shoot their load at me, if they cant do that my dom tells them too piss on me. I sit there with tears of shame and embarrassment streaming down my face as his dad is the first to come up and shoot his load which splatters the warm gooey liquid all over my fake tit padded chest. Every single male guest takes at least two turns pissing or cumming on me while the females come up and stuff their used panties in any open in the dress they can (short sleeve openings and neck hole) while writing congratulations messages on any bare bit of skin they can. By the time everyone is done, I’m covered head too toe in cum and piss, my now husband then unties me and manoeuvres me onto my knees and removes the cock gag and pulls down his trousers. “Covered in all that cum! But the only cum that’ll ever be inside you is mine WIFE!” He says as i cry and beg him to set me free but he simply rams his cock into my mouth and forces his hips in and out until he shoots a massive sticky load down my throat.

3. Another fantasy is kidnapping and regression😅 I imagine that i go to perhaps my first womanless beauty pageant just to see what its like, i prance around in a beautiful A line pageant gown and by a miracle i Win 2nd place. However on my way out still all dressed up, a woman in her forties and her husband approach me, they shower me with compliments and tell me how I should have won, I politely humour them but go to leave only to feel her husband grab around my waist with one arm and holds a funny smelling hanky over my mouth and nose. Next thing i know, i wake up in a very pink very stereotypical and cliche girl’s bedroom, lying on the bed I slowly sit up realising I’m dressed in the strangest cloths. For 1 i can feel my cock is caged and my ass plugged, looking down i see i’ve been dressed in thick black tights, a just above knee length figure hugging skirt, Pink knee high ugg boots, then i notice I’m wearing a white shirt with what looks like a school tie, over the shirt is a black full length jumper with the words “Little Princess” written in pink sparkly font across the chest, looking at my hands i see long fake sparkly pink nails have been glued over mine and standing up look at myself in the mirror and realise a new red headed wig has been fastened to my head and been styled/curled, my eyebrows have been dyed to match and my makeup has been done like that of an early teen schoolgirl. As I study myself in shock, in walks in the man who knocked me out “aw Good morning sweetums, sleep well?” To which I angrily respond “who are you?! Where am I ? What the hell have you done to me?! And what the fucks going on!?” To which the man sits down and instantly drags me over his knee and begins smashing my ass super hard! As he doesn’t he lectures and borates me telling me how no daughter of his will ever use such foul language again. Once done spanking me, he sits me on his lap where he tells me to hug him and apologise! When i refuse he gets angry, sitting me on the bed he grabs thick shackles from the bottom drawer of the dresser and shackles my ankles together and wrists together before also shoving a ball gag in my mouth. Then picking me up he puts my arms over his head so I’m forced to hug onto him as he carries me downstairs, sitting me on the couch there stood in front of a chalk board is the woman who approached me. She sits a picture of a teenage girl we’re exactly what i’ve awaken wearing and with the exact makeup, eye colour and hair colour as i have now. She explains that this picture is me! She tells me that my name is Caitlyn and I’m a 12 year old girl who’s homeschooled! I shake my head and try to protest through the ballgag. Sitting down next to me she explains that Caitlyn grew up and left home at 18 because she grew to hate her weird parents so they decided to replace Caitlyn with someone whom they could make into a Caitlyn that never leaves. Confused i moan and try to say “but I’m a man” to which the woman explains its ok, in time they’ll pay to have me surgically transformed into an exact duplicate of 12 year old Caitlyn! The woman insists i clearly have to be transgender or I wouldn’t have done a womanless beauty paged! To which i try to protest but she ignores me, standing up she flips the board round to reveal a lesson all about Caitlyn and what i will need to do to emulate her at 12 years old! Naturally this fantasy could go on a lot more so feel free to ask to see more of whichever you want.