#inbetween method

[meadow-lands-faerie]

Me when experimenting with 'shifting' as a woman of science. The meditations *do* in fact make you feel all funny. I had a tingly/twitchy/falling feeling with the last method. It was called the 'inbetween method'. Previous attempts have been with the 'Julia method'. I tried one with the 'Adhd method' and then sleeping on a journal with details of my desired reality. I gave it a good go, but I didn't do too much research. Practical experience.

I was told (by the internet) that these are all supposed feelings that you've shifted realities and that when you go to sleep and wake up, you will be in your desired reality.

I woke up in my bed with a sore neck, and thick hot air from leaving my heater on. I feel a bit weird, but I did just nap from 5pm to half past 8.

In conclusion: I don't think I'll be trying again. The nap did slightly improve the migraine I had though, but I still feel :/ about my failed uni essay (which was why I gave it one extra go when I was just going to call it a day on shifting last night).

[blue-eli]

Ink October day 11: Firebreak

A strip of land that has been cleared, plowed, or planted with fire-resistant vegetation to prevent a fire from spreading.

[redpulsive]

SYLUS ⋆｡✩ eating you out

18+ MINORS DNI

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Heyyyy everyone, I noticed my yappathon about Sylus grinding/dryhumping is getting quite a lot of notes! If you somehow haven’t seen it before reading this one, here it is! Anyways, I’m super happy about the attention that post got, so I decided that I’m going to do another one about my personal favorite aspects about Sylus, which is the fact that THIS MAN EATS!!! Practically confirmed atp thanks to his Affinity Level 145 Secret Times: Midnight Feast.

Edit: I made another one about thigh grinding/thigh fucking here!

I’m just going to babble in bullet points again regarding my ideas/opinions about the matter

Let me say this right off the bat, no wild bushes or periods will EVER deter this man from eating it. He does not care about your pubic hair or your period blood getting in his business. As long as you’re comfortable with being hairy or being bloody while he’s eating it, that’s all he cares about, your comfort means everything to him.

He can cum just from eating you out. Just the sole act of servicing you in that type of way gets him UNDONNEEE.

He WILL encourage you to use him if you want to, it’s insanely sexy to him. Just the idea of you bucking your cunt against his tongue and getting your slick all over his lips makes him HARD.

Because of this ^ he especially loves it when you sit on his face. he’d have your ass in his hands like putty while you’re using his beautiful, scrumptious nose as your personal seat. And believe me, no matter how much you weigh this man is STRONG and he WILL let you sit on his face.

He has to be in a position where he can see your face. Eating it from behind isn’t as rewarding to him imo! What’s he supposed to look at if your pretty face isn’t in his view? He wants to see just how good he’s making you feel. His one exception to this is if the two of you are in a 69 position, which he’d never make you do unless if you were willing.

He uses his tongue all over you, swiping it inbetween your folds, dipping it into your entrance, licking your clit, the whole thing is a delicacy and he’s RAVENOUS. That is his main course.

He can be pretty intense about it. He’d take his time at first, but at some point he’d get so into it that you’ll be SQUIRMING trying to kick him off of you. He does NOT PLAY about this shit!

He will be moaning and groaning into it, the taste and smell of your slick arousal is just SO intoxicating to him. He cannot help himself.

Eating you out is his man’s stress relief. You’ll never see another man drop to his knees in front of you faster than Sylus after a tiring and annoyingly long day of work. Once he goes to work on your cunt he’s in a trance, 10/10 distraction method for him AND it’s a win-win for the both of you.

If you’re in a position where your legs can be on his shoulders or wrapped around your head, they’re going to be on his shoulders or wrapped around his head. He likes to be LOCKED IN!

He’s always gripping your thighs or your ass during the deed. He’ll constantly run his hands up and down your legs, especially you’re standing while he’s on his knees.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you hold his head in place and run your fingers through his hair! Please god, play with it while his tongue is working on you, it’s like a personal reward to him.

90% of the time his eyes are locked onto you with a soft and attentive gaze, but during that other 10% his eyes are closed and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. How cute.

Depending on his mood he’s either down bad and worshipping you OR he’s being very playful and naughty with you. When he’s worshiping you he’s giving you all sorts of kisses, bites and hickeys all down your body while murmuring sweet nothings to you, starting from your head all the way down to your thighs before getting right to action. When he’s being naughty he’s being such a tease, he likes to rile you up physically and verbally to encourage you to take some sort of initiative.

Once you orgasm he is cleaning the mess with his tongue. He will not let you shower or wipe yourself down with a towel until he’s had his fill.

Do not underestimate Mr. Coochiesucker9000 over here.

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[raynkrow]

Kettu and Song once again, both with a new tail, Character Growth!

This originally started as a outfit design sketch for Song, but I ended up liking the pose and clothes too much to just leave it as a sketch.

[orphicsun]

need ellie who can’t stop whining while fucking you with the strap because it feels so good against her clit :(

warnings: 18+ content, sub!top ellie (though its implied she usually isn’t a sub), strap-on sex (r! receiving), strap is referred to as Ellie’s dick

Ellie usually prides herself on her strap game. On a bad day, she can have you still satisfied underneath her and cuddle with you, even if she doesn’t have the energy to pull a second orgasm from you. On a good day, she could be on a late night Mcdonald’s run after fucking you for hours on end.

Currently, Ellie feels almost embarrassed by the way she is sloppily grinding into you. She swears to herself that she just needs a few more seconds of this absolute heavenly feeling, but it’s hard when she can almost feel your silky walls grip her, making it extremely difficult for her to pull away and slam back into you just to hit your g-spot.

If she was honest though, Ellie would admit that what really caused this was the base of the strap hitting right onto her clit, which didn’t help at all because the nub was already swollen with neglected need. She lost herself in that one brush, and soon found herself just..grinding against your pussy, using it shamelessly.

You are really confused. Ellie usually doesn’t fuck you like this, but it still kinda does the job and helps the tip of her dick brush all over your insides. It’s just not like Ellie’s usual methods of movement, but when she starts whining, you catch on.

Her moans have always been glorious, but this is another level. You have this usually composed girl grinding into your cunt so she can get off, and she whines while she does it. You pray to whatever higher being that she does this again.

“Feels good?”

“Yes baby, your pussy feels so good..” She plants a messy, wet smooch on your cheek and buries her face into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Gonna cum in me? Make a mess?” You know she can’t actually do that, but your head is fuzzy from your girlfriend literally humping you, so all you can really think about is how good her juices would feel on your pussy.

“Fuck!!” She grabs your thighs, hands spreading over the soft skin, and spreads you wider so that she can at least attempt to bury herself further into you. “I’m gonna cum, can I please cum on your pussy?”

You moan something almost incoherent, but it’s surely permission. Ellie’s movements grow frantic until you feel her tense up above you, letting little breathy pants out that heat up your skin. All of it gets you hot—her sweaty skin against yours, the scent of her shampoo that fills your nostrils, those soft whines and blissful cries, and the movements that somehow have you cumming with her.

Her body is soon limp on yours, clinging to you like a vice. You feel wetness between both of your bodies, and you can’t tell whose is whose. Juices all inbetween your thighs and probably coating her harness and the dildo attached, but you find it almost intimate. Both of you are sharing the same bliss.

“Love you. Sorry for getting carried away,” she mumbled both lazily and apologetically in your ear, making you squeeze her tightly.

“I love you too, Els. And I think I like when you get all whiney on me,” you say with a giggle.

Now, that is something Ellie will keep in mind.

umm so i went overboard with this one thank you for this request though bc it’s a little old but delicious

[rafeys-angel13]

Hey! This is my first time eating here! So um..can I please have a hotdog with some French fries…and a Fanta lemon along with some sweet chili sauce? How much do I owe you? 😉

order number #5 menu

good girl x bad boy, s1 rafe smut one-shot

kook reader x rafe cameron

MDNI 18+

warnings: unprotected sex (pull out method), loss of virginity, fingering.

“stay still, princess…” he murmurs as his fingers brush over your slit. he’d layed you down on the bed, stripped you of all of your clothes then kissed you from head to toe.

the kisses trailed from your neck, down your chest and sternum, down your stomach before the eventually came to an end at your glistening pussy lips.

his thumb gently rubs circles over your clit. you whimper and squirm.

you’d never felt anything like this before, it was weird. but it felt so good. it made you wanna pull away and squirm but you wanted him to carry on.

“shhh… keep still for me. i know it’s hard…” he leans down and presses soft, wet kisses to your inner thigh.

“sorry…” you moan, your legs twitching as his rubbing motion picks up the pace.

“it’s okay, babygirl… you’re still new to this, huh?” he smirks up at you, his hands moving to the back of your thighs and pushing your knees to your chest.

your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you try to stop your anxiousness from ruining the experience.

“yeah… i don’t really know what to do…” you respond quietly, your sentence trailing off into a whine as his finger drags down your slit to your weeping entrance.

“you don’t need to do anything, sweet girl. i’ve got you.” he chuckles lowly and dips his head down to press a hard kiss against your clit.

his middle finger slowly slips into your tight hole, your arousal helping it glide in effortlessly. he slides them in and out slowly, letting you get used to it.

then follows his ring finger with his middle finger, the pace is slightly quicker this time— withdrawing moans from your parted lips.

“good girl… you like that?” his smirk widens slightly as he sees your flushed face and glazed over eyes.

“yeah…” you moan, your back arching as he thrusts his fingers into your needy hole repeatedly.

he speeds his fingers up and rubs your clit with his other hand. your toes curl and he chuckles at your reaction.

“rafe- im gonna cum-“ you splutter out inbetween moan. his fingers curve upwards, hitting the perfect spot on your gummy walls.

your stomach feels incredibly tight as he works you up towards your climax.

it feels like a band snaps as a wave of immense pleasure washes over you, your pussy clenching around rafe’s digits.

“there she is… well done for telling me you were gonna cum, doll” he praises with a soft kiss to your stomach as he pulls his fingers out of your pulsing hole.

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your face is buried in the pillow as your ass is in the air, your knees bent and feet pressed back against his hips.. rafe is pounding his hard cock into your pussy. your moans are muffled by the thick material of the pillows.

his hands have hold of your hips as he pulls you back against him, his cock hitting the g-spot with every thrust.

“you little innocent thing… never been fucked before huh?” he taunts softly, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips.

“bet you’ve never been face down ass up for anyone else, have you princess?” he continues, he knows you can barely hear him but he taunts you anyway.

you’re such an innocent girl and you’re all his to play with, to teach dirty things to. this is rafe’s dream.

you cry out in pleasure as his cock stimulates you perfectly every time his cock pushes into you. his grunts turn into quiet sighs and whimpers, which causes his grip to tighten and move up to your waist— slamming you back against him.

“i’m gonna cum- again rafe-” you gasp and yet again, a wave of pleasure rushes over you.

this time, it’s more powerful. you feel rafe’s thrusts slow down as he pulls out and shoots white ropes over your ass and back.

“you tired, sweetheart?” he pats your hip and lays down next to you. you nod and collapse ontop of him, your face immediately hiding in his neck.

he kisses down your neck, his arms squeezing you softly.

“you’re my little doll… so sweet and perfect.” he murmurs

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[oligbia]

At the Same Damn Time

NSFW under the fold, MDNI (I will block u if i catch u) Tags: Timeskip, BokutoXFem!reader, AtsumuXFem!reader, AtsumuXReaderXBokuto, threesome,no established relationship, decently vanilla. Atsumu is a little rough, but nothing kinky. no plot. not edited.

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don't ask me why i wrote this. i have no good reason. i just, i joked one too many times.

Bokuto

He moves slowly, taking his time with you. His large hands holding firmly on your thighs, fingers pressing indents into the flesh of them as he licks and sucks on your clit like a man on a mission. He treats the pleasure of eating you out like it's going to be his last meal, like he may not get to see you like this again.

But with how good it feels, how good he feels, there is no doubt you wouldn't do this again. Or even a million times over. The way he groans and grunts against your dripping cunt every time your thighs squeeze or your hips roll, the way his hands squeeze your thighs tighter when you moan, he's determined to make you cum. He's desperate for it.

"C'mon sweetheart I know you can," He says when he pulls back for just a short moment for air before diving back in with a newfound vigor. His energy is neverending, it drives you insane.

" 'm close- fuck Bo," you groan out as your hips squirm under his relentless tongue, he just chuckles- cocky and giddy. He loves it when he gets what he wants, and right now, your release is all he wants.

He doesn't give up, not even after your voice raises in volume as waves of pleasure unleash over you. He wants every drop, he wants to taste every bit of it. He wants to feel his spit mix with it, he wants to taste you on his lips.

"Pretty girl, let me do it again. Please?"

Atsumu

Atsumu has never been one to be humble or modest. He's confident, he's self-aware. He knows he's good. But he also knows he'll put in the time and effort to remind you. And god, does he remind you.

The way he thrusts into you is enough to make you throw your head back in overwhelming pleasure, his hips rolling deep into you, never pulling all the way out, just constantly reaching deep inside to reach the point that makes you feel so good your walls flutter around him, practically squeezing like they are begging for more.

"feels really good, don't it?" He says against your neck as he leaves open kisses- never biting, always careful to not leave any marks. He knows what this is. Nothing serious, just people with wants and needs. "Shit, right there-" you moan out, back arching as he keeps hitting that sweet spot in you. He lifts himself up, his weight resting on his forearms as he finds a deeper angle. His eyes search your face, watching how the pleasure finds you.

"Such a pretty thing for me, aren't ya?" He coos inbetween breathless grunts, you'd swear he was mocking you if it the red on his ears didn't make it clear he was just as pleasured.

At The Same Damn Time

To be fair, you knew how big they both were. They're top-of-the-ranking volleyball players. They're big guys, built out with broad muscles and sculpted bodies. But it wasn't until they had you like this that you really realized it.

"Shit, look at her Bo, she's a mess-" Atsumu teased with that cocky grin as he stuffed his cock into your mouth, hips rolling as you sucked him off. The tips of his ears turn red as a shaking groan escapes the back of his throat when you moan around his length.

Bokuto can only chuck low as he continues to thrust into you, making long and methodical movements. He's absolutely captivated by the way that your hole stretches and clenches around him as he pulls almost all the way out before almost ramming back in. Each thrust makes your body shudder and small tears prick up in your eyes- pleasure overwhelming.

"Don't slow down now, pretty thing, you're doin' so well," Atsumu groans put, speeding up as he fucks deeper into your mouth, chasing the feeling of your gags around his throat.

"Be gentle with her, Atsumu," Bo reminds him between breaths, "can't let her wear out now,"

Atsumu just chuckles, gently grabbing at your hair as he fucks your face at a new angle, "She's fine, aren't ya doll?"

You moan in response, both boys' hips shudder at the sound of your moans muddled by Atsumu's cock.

"Shit, let me cum in her mouth then we can switch places, you gotta see what he mouth can do Bo-" Atsumu groans as his thrusts get faster, gagging and choking you, the feeling around his cock pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

Bokuto groans, his own head falling back, "Fuck i'll take you up on that 'sumu. She's getting close-"

And you were, you knew you were. Both of them could tell. "Finish her off then my turn," Atsumu groaned, his eyes shut tight as he gets close. Bokuto fucks into your faster now, harder, still taking long and deep thrusts. His large hands push your thighs back, and your knees into Atsumu's back. They're just so fucking big, you can't help but feel absolutely swallowed up in their pleasures.

You moan again and it pulls Atsumu to the edge, "Fuck, you gonna swallow it, right? Gonna swallow my cum, pretty girl?"

You moan and nod, looking up at him through your lashes. He moans softly and thrusts deep into your face one last time before cumming into your mouth, the sensation hitting you in the back of your throat as you choke on it. He pulls out slowly, his large fingers gently caressing the corners of your mouth to clean up the excess. "There we go, such a sweetheart."

You whine and cough through a moan as you struggle to swallow it all but manage by some feat. Not done with you yet, Atsumu takes your breast into his mouth, letting his tongue circle around your nipple before sucking on it.

Both boys are stunned at the sounds falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer to what would be the first of many orgasms that night.

"Keep doing that, 'sumu, she sounds so pretty," Bo groans, reaching his large fingers down from your hip to rub on your clit for you. He's always so desperate to see you finish for him.

Atsumu groans and you moan louder, back arching. Atsumu chuckles and pulls off from your breasts, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. His arms move to find yours, pinning them above his head. He's so strong, his muscles flexing a little, "Stay still, let it feel good, 'kay?" He says in a low, hushed voice before moving to your other breast.

"close. I'm close-" you mange to babble out as the familiar tightness grows in your lower stomach, moans turning to whines and whimpers.

"You got it, baby, you can cum for us right?" Bokuto says sweetly between grunts, his thrusting never letting up as his fingers rub on your clit in faster circles.

The sounds that fell from your lips as you came undone were holy, pretty enough to make both boys groan and moan themselves as they gave you attention in all the sensitive spots you wanted.

When you come down from the orgasm, the two smile at eacother.

"Switch places?" Atsumu asks over his shoulder at Bokuto, who was watching with such intensity as your hole practically milked his cock. He's so mesmerized by how you come undone.

"Do we gotta? She looks so pretty like this-" Bokuto pouts a little, gripping your hips as if he could keep you to himself.

Atsumu rolls his eyes, "Don't be a dick, my turn-"

Bokuto huffs and pulls out, a squelching sound making them both groan again. You shiver and whine.

"Look at her, she's so sensitive," Atsumu says softly, watching your cunt glisten for a moment before turning to look at you, his hand finding your face. He holds it with a gentle tenderness like this isn't the most lewd situation the three of you have ever been in.

"You wanna suck 'em off too, right doll? You don't mind if we switch spots?"

You nod and pull at Bokuto's wrists so he'll move closer. They both smile devishly.

It would be a long, long evening.

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[tammyu-2]

tmnt 2012! donnie, mikey and raph (seperately) x gn! reader headcanons pretty pls! the reader is super smart which led them to skip a couple grades and is in college (still the turtles' ages tho) and is in a band where they play electric guitar (and secretly write songs about their boyfriend)!! 🎀

This sounds very cute!!

2012 TMNT DONNIE, MIKEY, AND RAPH WITH A SMART BAND GEEK S/O

Swearing, I wrote this half asleep, quick drabble,not proofread read, Usage of They/them pronouns, half rushed.

We are clocking in and we are locking in

DONNIE

You were busy studying in your dorm when you decided to go for a 3am coffee run at the near by Cafe that was next to Campus. It would make sure you finished your assignment with the little power you were working on. So when you walked over to the cafe you saw it was closed due to maintenance with made you groan.

On your way back to your dorm you can't wind of someone staring at you. You reached for your pepper spray in your bag to only realize you had forgotten it on your desk. So when you were caught helpless in an alleyway with a clearly drunk man threatening you, you had been trying to calculate the perfect way out. However your tain of though was cut short by a humanoid turtle swooping in and kicking his ass.

Eventually you and Donnie got quite acquainted with as friends (although Donnie did have a massive crush on you). He would on and on about the smart chick he met that was studying in a real collage that he could only dream of doing. Donnie knew you were smart but not exactly better than Donnie smart.

"I can't seem to figure out what's wrong with my formula! The equation looks alright but the answer is all wrong and is making my gadget bug!"

"I can help..?"

"Oh no. I don't think this level of...engineering is something you'd um...fully understand."

This boy did not- oh my days he did.

"Let me look at your formula anyway."

You said looking at the whiteboard infront of his and examining the equation. Before taking his marker and correcting it.

"You see here you forgot to divide with the 0.42 because in this side equation you square rooted it to 2 but didn't put it under the 5 that you left alone. So that should be correct"

I don't do math so apologies if this makes no sense

Donnie boy was speechless and he tried to stutter out a sentence but kept failing leading him to give up on words completely. He fixed his machine using the method you corrected and you actually fixed it! He turned to you with flustered expression. No one has ever actually understood him but you did in more ways than one. Including when it came to having smarts.

Ever since then you guys have little study dates where you show him human studies that he oh-so wants to be apart of. And in return he gives you free range of his lab whenever you need to make something. He trusts you enough because he knows now your far from being stupid enough to mess it up.

He started respecting you much more and that was the thing that pushed him to confess to you and you two were a genius power couple. You guys were finishing each other's sandwiches (or sentences or whatever)

"WOW your so cool. What else have you been hiding from me? I'm sure there's nothing h-hotter- or um c-cuter than you being as smart as me."

"So about that..."

You explain that you recently started a band and it was making it to bigger and bigger gigs than before.

"YOUR IN A BAND!? MY GOSH HOW COOLER CAN YOU GET!?"

"I play the electric guitar...?"

Donnie.exe has stopped working.

When you get more comfortable with each other you sometimes have dates where you two are alone cuddling up on Donnie's bed as you strum your guitar testing the notes out lazily. You two being full of pizza and slowly drifting off in each other's side....with an electric guitar inbetween.

Whenever you have a concert he always comes to watch you in the shadows or disguised just to support you by showing interest in your growing career. Cause he really adored you.

MIKEY

He had met you at a abandoned skate park. You two immediately hit it off and He was ofcourse extremely clingy to you. He bragged on and on about you to the ninjas. You were a cute duo

"Is butter a carb?"

"Yes it technically is."

"Whats a carb?"

"So basically a carb stands for carbohydrates and what it is is a-"

You always explain things to him that he never remembers. It didn't matter you liked explaing stuff to him and he liked the way your energy spiked whenever explaining something.

He doesn't really think about you being smart that much when in comes to your relationship. Cause he litrally has a brother that is as smart but more rude and sassy about it.

On the day Mikey confessed to you, you were about to go out and get snacks for a movie night for your new boyfriend. However you phone rand interrupting your planning of your date. It had been one of your band members- wait shit! You were late to practice.

"I'm so sorry! But I'm running late for band practice.."

"YOUR IN A BAND-"

The next time you two met up you explained your band to him and Mikey had stars in his eyes. He kept on loudly saying how sick it is to be in a band! Not to mention a guitar. A ELECTRIC GUITAR

If you allow him to hold you guitar he will be jumping up and down excitedly. Like man is not sitting still at all! If you even teach him how to play he is basically on cloud nine. Oh my gosh how did he meet you!?

He takes every chance he gets to brag about you to not only the ninjas but also the bad guys. Like he's over here swooning of the thought of you while a kraang is being beat up by him.

"UGH I miss my s/o they are so amazing. Do you know they guitar AAANDDD THE GUITAR! Which is extremely dope in my opinion. "

He sighs softly, kicking another kraang that was charging at them. Knocking it over.

"The one that is known as s/o is not in the database that the ones known as kraang had mad."

"*sigh* they also had a name..."

"MIKEY OH MY GOD HELP US!?"

RAPH

He met you only after he had a mental break down and needed to release his tension by beating up things. Preferably bad guys but Raph wasn't picky. So when he found you in an allway he took the chance not caring about his looks.

You were a bit freaked out when a giant turtle appeared out of no where and started flirting with you. And after you got to know him and his brothers you two started dating.

I won't lie I think he likes that your smart and everything but if go full on Donnie mode and explain stuff to him as if he didn't know how to walk on his own two feet– then he will be pissed at you. He is the type to roll his eyes and look away bit the minute you stop rambling he will ask you why you stopped.

So now the elctric guitar situation. The one day you were watching Raph train you got sent a picture from your drummer of your band. They had gone away for the weekend and was returning him. You smiled at you phone and told Raph wich made him pause.

"YOU PLAY THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!?"

"Yes I do!"

"...holy shit your so hot.."

He wants to be serenaded but her will never tell you that. He knows about the songs you wrote for him because he found on of them when he visited you at your dorm. He thought it was cute and left it alone in hopes that you would sing it to him one day.

But I swear if any found out about his mushyness, especially you, then his reputation with be damaged for the rest of his life and he will have to runaway and change his name.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ITTTTTTT

I will get t you request tomorrow I am planning on posting three things tomorrow!!

But yeah hope you enjoyed- I'm falling asleep as I'm typing this so sorry for the spelling mistakes.

~Tammy<3

[priyajoyy]

do you have any more hc of bunny and the others precrash

esp with her anxiety and how the team help

Ofcc!! Just wrote these on the train because I had some ideas

Hope you like what I’ve come up with <3

I’ve focused mainly on Lottie, Nat, Shauna and van but all the girls are aware and help where they can

Bunny anxiety hcs

🐇 Lottie is always on top of bunny’s medication

🎀 their schedules for taking meds are basically the same so she’s always keeping on top of when bunny needs to take them and making sure she does

🍸 she’s one of bunny’s closest friends and who bunny opens up to about her issues the most given they can bond about it

🎟️ she’s always one of the first ones on her when somethings wrong

🎻 she got bunny a bracelet that she wears every day to fiddle with if she gets anxious to try help her with picking at her nails

🛵 and she’s always offering up her hands for bunny to hold

🧸 all the girls are aware of and helpful with bunny’s anxiety

🍓 but Shauna, van, Lottie and Nat are the most aware of it all

🎧 bunny doesn’t like when stuff goes against plan

🪵 Shauna is the best at trying to keep bunny’s schedule the same

💌 she’ll join her inbetween lessons on the same days each week and is hyper aware that she’s never late to meeting bunny so bunny doesn’t stress

🍰 she’s alwaysssss early to pick her up in the morning or meet up for plans

🎫 she’s very big on holding bunny’s hands

🕯️even more so than Lottie

⚰️ always letting her fiddle with her fingers or touch her somehow to keep her grounded and distract her from tearing up her own fingers instead

🧚🏻 I can also see her scrapbooking with bunny constantly

💅 both of them on the floor of bunny’s bedroom with journals and paper surrounding them while bunny meticulously documents and plans her life and Shauna rages in her journal

👒 Shauna will never do much special in hers and bunny will force her to add stickers and pretty paper to it to make it all pretty

👛 (bunny definitely has millions of stickers she’s collected over the years but doesn’t use any of them unless she has duplicates because she’s terrified of wasting them)

🎞️ Natalie prefers to help out silently

⭐️ she’s more of an observer and we already know she keeps bunny at arms lengths before the crash so she’ll not do much that bunny’s actually aware of

🍒 but she’s the first to try calm the girl down if she has a panic attack, or quietly hint at her to remember her medicine

🕊️ and if anyone ever questions it, she’ll play it off as nothing

🧁 she just wanted to get on with the soccer game and can’t do that fi bunny is freaking out it doesn’t mean anything???

☕️ she’s also so so sweet with her when she knows she’s stressed

🪽she’s so good at working out bunny’s tells and realising if somethings wrong and she’s quick to adjust to it without it being too noticeable

🩰 she has a softer voice with bunny than anyone else especially during these times

🧺 and she keeps everyone quiet to keep bunny calm and plays it off as just having a headache and wanting everyone to shut the fuck up

🍨her main way of helping is offering bunny a cigarette or a lighter to light one

🍪 she doesn’t have to speak to her but she knows she’s helping her destress (even if it’s not the best method though who is Nat to judge)

🍦 and no one can make a big deal about it cause, it’s just a cigarette?

📺 van isnt as naturally as good with dealing with bunny’s problems and anxiety as the others are

🥞 she’s leant how to help her and knows the basic stuff but she’s tends to get pretty stressed out about it and panics

🦢 that being said she definitely tries to help

🪷 she’s the best at distracting her, making her laugh and chatting to her about other things while she’s having panic attacks

🍒 but van gets a lot better once they’re in the wilderness because there’s not as many others to help bunny out instead

🍥 plus she’s off her meds and in a very stressful situation so her anxiety is a lot worse

🐏 so she knows she needs to because bunny needs it and she wants to help her friend

[heartz4levi]

YOO :D I just stumbled upon ur page and I’ve been scrolling for what feels like foreverrrr. Honestly, ur writing is just so chef’s kiss!! U r totally feeding us with all this alien stage content and the way u write Till has me so hooked 💔 Can I request a lil dry humping scenario with Till? Like, imagine just randomly sitting on his lap while he’s all focused on doodling or whatever to grab his attention :p I’m so feral for this man istg 😭 Take ur time and take u in advance!!

heaven knows it's one hell of a ride !

☆ thinking abt till + dry humping . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . no sub/dom dynamic established imo ,, something sort of cute and domestic turns into whatever freaky shit this is ,, dry humping ,, reader is a big big tease ,, cumming (sort of??) untouched ,, till is humiliated & hard at the same time.

initially, till didn't mind it when you climbed on top of his lap when he was working on a sketch of something.

all he did was shift around a little bit to make more space for you, pressed a silent kiss to your forehead and went on with his sketching.

peace and quiet engulfed the two of you for a while. you sat with your back pressed against till's chest, watching the vision he had conjured up in his mind gradually come to life on one of the many pages in his sketchbook.

but it wouldn't be long before till encountered a roadblock. something just wasn't right, a key component of his piece was missing and yet he couldn't figure out what exactly it is. it left till puzzled, brows tightly knitted together and focused on staring daggers into the piece of paper.

you didn't pipe up, allowing him to figure it out himself.

maybe you should've tried to lend a helping hand. he's been grumbling to himself for minutes now, and if you weren't perched atop his lap, he would have ripped some hair right out of his scalp by now. not to mention, it feels as if he has completely tuned you out.

that won't do.

under the classic guise of shifting into a more comfortable position, you efficiently snap till out of his trance by rolling your hips a little bit too prominently down on his lap. his breath hitches within his throat, but ultimately, he says nothing.

till clears his throat once and then gets back to sketching. you either gave him an idea or he's just adding any detail he can now to distract himself. regardless, after seeing how red his face became, you decide to toy with him just a little bit more.

after a few minutes you shift around again. then again, once a couple more moments pass. then again, pretending to reach over for something on till's desk. then again, when you place it back where it belonged.

the more you prolong this method of torture, the more till can feel his pants tightening. it took him a while, but he's finally starting to wonder whether or not you're doing this on purpose.

you are, evidently so. however a part of till doesn't want to acknowledge that — why would you subject him to such cruel teasing? not to mention, if you're needy, why don't you just tell him? he'll solve your problem for you. one thing he can say for sure, though, and that is the fact that you are restless.

the few moments of respite you leave inbetween each little squirm shortens. and yet you still manage to come up with a new excuse on the spot as to why you're moving around so much, causing till to only feel more confused.

at this point he's white—knuckling the pencil in his hands. till can't bring himself to stop or question you though, because your expression doesn't give anything away. how are you not aware of the things you're doing to him? the things you're making him feel?

little did he know, you're very aware of what it is that you're doing. every move is precise, calculated, carefully executed to push just the right buttons.

perhaps too well done. you're aware of the fact that you're riling till up, but you aren't aware of a certain something until you feel till abruptly place one of his hands on your hip, drawing your movements to a forced halt. you don't even get the chance to turn your head enough to check on till until you feel the wet, sticky patch staining till's pants.

if till's face wasn't red enough before, it's burning hot now. you don't even have to take a proper look at him to tell — his breathing is heavy, ragged and the hand holding onto your hip like a vice is shaking. as a matter of fact, his entire body is shaking. he might as well have cracked the pencil situated in his other hand in half too.

till is humiliated and turned on at the same time. he wants to push you off of his lap, curl up into a little ball and disappear. but at the same time, he can't do anything to get rid of the raging boner he still has in his pants, not to mention the mess he has made of himself and his clothes. partially yours as well.

if till managed to cum in his pants just from you shifting around a little bit, you start to wonder, then what reactions would you coax out of him if he finally got to be inside of you?

[san8ny]

Clerks ‘n Cunts

an: what if the guns n roses band name was uhh freaky and involved vaginas and gas station workers, how scary would that be.. / a draft i scrapped

Ellie Williams.

This was a bad idea.

Lewdly agreeing to hook up with the gas station clerk because you couldn’t pay for gas— genuine hoe shit.

You scruff out a few profanities as you climb over the counter, the lanky woman eyeing your short-shorts as you do so, smiling like this was the highlight of her shitty job

“Don’t give me that look, i’m not the one with an empty tank.” She snickers, calloused hand already finding itself sliding into your tresses as you kneel, “Now, be a good girl and open wide, yeah? I’ve had a rough da—aay..” Her words trail off, head tilted back in a breathy gasp when your wet tongue meets contact with her plushy lips, swollen clit hidden underneath like it’s asking you to come find it.

That’s one way to shut her up

You could tell with the mouth on her, she got no play. Just all bark, and no bite in return

“O-oh, ah! ah! ah..shiiiit..” Ellie whines as she rocks her groin onto your lips, her body at one point slumping forward, planting her hands flat on the counter as you suck, no—eat her soul out. How did this feel so good?

You didn’t let up on your assult either, wanting to make every second of this moment good for you.

To further the humiliation she’d unknowingly inflicted herself upon, the front door swings open, a customer.

A scruffy old man with a beer belly walks in, grease stains on his wifebeater as he throws a wad of cash onto the counter, “Pump 7, toots.”

Ellie’s eyes scrunch together as she tries to verbalize a quick-witted insult, instead, a meek moan quivering out when you begin tongue-fucking her, nose prodding up at her clit as you take more of her pussy into your inviting mouth,

The man looks confused, not understanding just what was happening due to the front counter’s concealment of where you kneeled

“A-allergies.” She mutters, taking the cash and pathetically counting it. Her legs were threatening to give out at this point from how much cum and spit were running down her inner-thighs. She wonders if he could hear your slurps?

Viscerally fed-up with her snail-like speed, he makes his way to the door and just leaves without the change.

Maybe she’d employ that method from now on?

“F-fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum..” She noises, looking down at you, beautiful face all wet and your cheeks hollowed out each time you apply suction to Ellie’s pearl, “Ahh..all in your mouth too? Hm? Give you a run f-oor your money?”

You nod, pulling your lips from her cunt and rubbing your pretty painted nails over the sopping mess, “Give it to me? Just really want my car to run..” You say, eyes tearing up from the pull she had on your hair, “Might let you finish on me too..”

Ellie doesn’t spare another moment, shoving you away and pulling down your top, “If i finish, I ‘wanna finish on your rack.” She heaves, slithering a hand down and beginning to draw figure 8’s on her cunt, all while you sit there with a smile on your slutty face, “U-uhnnn, so closeee.. ‘cmere doll..”

You press your soft breasts together, tilting your head up to watch the nasty scene as Ellie uses your tits to get off, perky nipples rubbing up on her slicked pussy giving just enough of a sensation she spurts cream all over them, fluids splashing on the cold marble floor and some on your face.

After a beat of silence and her slow breathing, you run a finger down your supple cheek and bring it inbetween your lips, “Pump 3, toots.”

Safe to say you left with some snacks, a filled tank and a phone number.

[desqyption-program]

RESULT: [GET OUT GET OUT GET ] METHODS USED: [A1Z26]

OOOH whats in luke.zip!!!!!

>"Oh, right! Let me just-" >OPENING FILE "Luke.TXT"... >... >... >LAST UPDATED: 5/20/2024, 3 PM >LUKE VERAS AGE: 18 SEX: MALE ORIENTATION: STRAIGHT. .. ######## LIKES: BASEBALL, STAR WARS, DC COMICS (SUPERMAN) DISLIKES: AUTHORITY, MATH GOAL: GET WITH MOLLY, 7;5;20;0;15;21;20;0;7;5;20;0;15;21;20;0;7;5;20;0 VITALS: BPM 200 BP 180/120 O2SAT 93% RPM 21 TEMP 37.7 °C WARNING >######### >"...Huh! Neat!"

[ko-existing]

i don't ask this question with any ill intent, i'm genuinely curious: what is so wrong about being interested in having a different “physical" experience? it may be illusory, but it's still an experience that we are seemingly having. are you saying that it's not possible to "change" it or are you just trying to make people understand that that's not what ND is about/it's a secondary thing that comes with knowing who you are.

thank you in advance

read with a neutral tone:

we get a lot of asks like this but literally who said that

for as long as i can remember We said "If it has no form, it can appear as anything". It's always inbetween the lines people miss to read, though, that sentence is actually very direct and clear. Are you glued to a single dream every night?

everytime someone doesn't outright say "yes you can change the physical!☺️" word for word (like a few popular limiting accounts in the past) within No concept, to avoid false fixiations and ideas, it's completely misunderstood.

A lot of people use "even though it's illusory, it's still a seeming experience" like you did but it's not that they actually understand what they just claimed, they use it because that's what they've been reading, not because they understand it fundamentally. If "this" and "that" are seeming experiences, illusory and are bound to the same foundation what does that actually mean?

A lot of people are used to having affirmative answers and step by step guides or whatever and as soon as that's not given, it's like readers can't think outside of that box they've been in and see what's directly infront of them. Without understanding what this is, many already have the false idea that this is the method of all methods, a technique like whatever the ones they've been using in the past. It isn't. It's simply a pointer. Crutches are there to assist you in walking. They don't walk for you.

and in general, everything is discovered through direct experience which is never reading endless posts and listening to endless videos

[frankingsteinery]

i am thinking about how victor exists in a liminal space where he is expected to embody masculinity yet is repeatedly treated as something other than a man: he is caught between expectations and identity, unable to fully claim the masculinity he reaches for (or at the very least, is expected to reach for) yet not quite conforming to traditional femininity either. his existence is marked by contradiction: he outwardly pursues male-coded ambition and authority, yet is consistently denied the recognition, respect, and autonomy afforded to men. at the same time, he is subjected to treatment that mirrors the historical oppression of women, but without ever being fully aligned with femininity.

yet ultimately he does not belong to either category and instead oscillates between them, unable to find stability in one or the other, because he is both mother and father and simultaneously neither, a juxtaposition reinforced by his own method of creation. his horror at the creature’s birth mirrors a crisis of self--he has created something neither fully human nor entirely monstrous but an awkward inbetween, just as he himself does not fit neatly into the rigid constructs of gender that society demands

victor’s narrative, then, can be read as an exploration of dysphoria--not necessarily in the modern sense, but in the broader, existential discomfort of being forced into roles that do not align with one’s internal reality. his attempts to assert control, whether over life, death, or his own identity, continually fail because the world refuses to see him as he sees himself.

all this to say. victor nonbinary

[kitkat-sans]

Cyberverse DeceptiBee

Still thinking about that one episode in cyberverse where shockwave was trying to trick an amnesiac bumblebee into thinking he was a decepticon spy the entire time.

Honestly i can’t help but think IT IS possible,..

Okay hear me out, to those who have watched the entirety of cyberverse season 1 have clearly seen how bumblebee absolutely admired and idolized Megatron in his gladiator days, dude was out here going to his fights WITH shockwave and giving out highfives to him, my man was CHEERING for him.

DUDE HE WAS LITERALLY OUT HERE SAYING “Megatron is my hero!!” LIKE WHAATTTT.. The episode showing his kinda worshipping thing to megatron was literally called exactly that, you cannot tell me that the bumblebee before the war wouldn’t dare to start kissing his feet all in glory.

Bumblebee was so in awe of Megatrons words in the day that megatron annouced to all of cybertron of a new faction rising up and shouting to everybot that all cybertronians would now be in control of their destiny with the decepticon rising, Bee was IN that annoucement happily cheering for him in the far side.

Okay okay look, i know optimus was there as well but i like to think bumblebee knew megatron BEFORE orion pax.

I mean bumblebee was like recognized by megatron by now because he admired meggy over here a bit much during his days in the gladitorial arena, in all honestly not gonna lie he would just be a bit lower on worshipping megatron before Soundwave and Shockwave cause we know how much of a d-rider they are.

Bumblebe was fully in with Megatrons belief on being oppressed and wanted to make cybertron a better place for all cybertronians, we all know how righteous bee is all the time from past and present medias, generally i think he would be somewhat inbetween the outer and inner circle of Megatron, sure he’s loyal but megatron isnt sure what ‘peace through tyranny’ would impact Bumblebee.

If Megatron hadn’t introduced Bumblebee to Orion Pax he would’ve stayed loyal at his side, just with a little manipulation though, if megatron had held Bumblebee closer he would’ve made such a perfect decepticon, literally Megatron said it hinself in the “Megatron is my hero!” Episode, he wouldve made a good decepticon considering his loyalty, having no fear and strong courage.

“But what about bumblebee being righteous? he would know Megatron’s methods would make him leave the decepticons.” What’s a good little manipulation and a little mindbreak can do.

Shockwave almost made bumblebee think he was a spy all along until that part where ‘Optimus’ was on Megatrons side as well. Yeah shockwave you fumbled that shit so bad you should’ve just stayed with just bee being a spy.

Now imagine that was actually real, i mean, we saw that multiple universes of that literation exists, an au where bumblebee was an actual Decepticon spy, undercover with deadlock, Bee was literally the one who took in deadlock who supposedly ‘left the decepticons to convert into an autobot’ turned out to be a spy, now that i think of this longer, Bee would still end up with the autobots.

Now instead of Optimus chasing after the Bee spy revealing he was on megatrons side as well, the rest of the autobots manage to catch him and put him in stasis lock, and after the ark malfunctions and crashes into earth, his pod crash lands on the snowy mountains, and he ends up having amnesia.

Now windblade, his old friend who has no idea that bee was a spy all along, thinks he’s still on the autobots side and tries to help him bring his memories back until windblade realizes she’s with a traitor, her being the a best friend ever tries to persuade bee into staying in the autobots side, Bumblebee seems hesitant but with his memories being incomplete and the only friend he knows on earth is windblade, trusts her and depends on her decisions and loyalty to her.

Guiding him to his original righteous decision.

This is just an idea and opinion of mine and i just wanna talk about it, im just baffled at how bee used to admire megatron so much in cyberverse and opened so many more possibilities on bumblebee’s posibilty of becoming a decepticon

[somethingsmarrt]

Felix knows he should try to be quieter. There are people above and below the apartment that are probably considering writing a heinous noise complaint right now, but that really doesn’t matter. His torso is splayed out on the couch while his hips are propped up on the thick thigh beneath them, one leg dangles off her lap and the other is bent against her chest so its out of her way. One of her hands is laying over the bottom of his stomach and the other is two fingers deep in him. She hasn’t moved her wrist much and her other arm keeps him from chasing his pleasure, leaving him to pant and plead with her while she slowly curls her fingers over and over against the spot that makes him twitch. 

“P-please I can’t,” a rather violent twitch cuts the air from his vocal chords and the whole sentence devolves into an embarrassingly high pitched whine. He turns his face into the back of the couch to keep from being any louder, back bowing against the pit that has grown in his lower stomach. Every fiber of him feels like its being unspun, drawn out and spread so she can ravel it back up. She’s unrelenting in her pace, still applying and removing pressure against the ball of nerves in slow even strokes, the palm of her hand pressed right against the smooth skin of his gooch. 

“You can’t? You're doing it right now aren’t you?” is the mocking answer he gets back. He can’t see her from where his face is buried in the cushion at the back of the couch but he knows she is smirking. It makes his half hard dick twitch. He can’t really handle actual degradation but her being slightly condescending makes him feel light headed in a good way. The hand she has on his stomach pats him lightly, stroking over his hip bone warmly and tapping there too. He knows this means she wants him to look at her but his arms tremble under him when he tries to readjust his shoulders so he can look at her. She's patient, waits for him to settle on his elbows and drag his eyes up to meet her gaze before continuing. 

“You wanted me to make you cum on my fingers didn’t you?” she tilts her head slightly, letting the hand not currently occupied trail over his abdomen, dropping her eye to watch the muscles twitch under her touch. The already swollen flesh of his bottom lip gets taken between his teeth, a small sniffle leaving him at the realization of what she was getting at. Really he should have seen this coming, she never denied any of his requests when it came to asking for things like this, but she was prone to doing them on her terms unless he was extremely specific. It was part of why he liked her so much, he asked for something and she knew exactly what to give him, and he never had a reason to question her or her methods. But right now hes starting to regret his lack of specificity. 

“Yes.” comes out in a breath, his whole chest deflating as one of his nipples gets rolled under her fingertips. 

“Yes? Then why are you complaining?” her tone hasn’t changed, another roll against his chest has his neck going weak, head nearly tilting back. A sharp pinch makes him jolt up, eyes wide and searching her face for what he did wrong. Her face is annoyingly stoic when she repeats her previous question.

“M’not complaining… just…” he feels a little lost now. She's never pushed him to explain himself during a scene before, he tends to get into his headspace pretty quickly once things get started and having to make a coherent argument was starting to throw him out of it. Putting him somewhere weird and inbetween. She's his domme, so she makes the hard choices, does what she thinks is best even when he gets a little bratty, and he expects her to do the same now. But when his silence doesn’t yield any response from her he can feel a little anxiety start to creep in. “I-I don’t know. Please don’t be mad.”

She must be able to tell by his change in demeanor that she’s pushed him too far the wrong way, as her features immediately soften as she cooes an apology at him. Mentally she repreminds herself to be gentler, in all the months they have been doing this she had been careful about how hard she pushed him. Generally he was an easy sub, happy and eager, but she had noticed certain lines of questioning could put him into a pretty bad headspace if she wasn’t careful. He was sensitive, and could easily fall into subspace given the right prompts from her. Likewise, she had made the mistake of letting him drop too quickly, resulting in two particularly bad drops in the aftermath. She was used to being meaner during scenes, unteaching herself was a process, but Felix was a sub that deserved her unrelenting kindness and she would try to deliver that. 

“Its okay sweetheart, I was too mean with you wasn’t I? You don’t need to explain anything to me.” she emphasizes her words with firmer strokes against the spongy surface of his prostate under her fingertips. “You’re used to me touching your pretty cock when we do this, but tonight I want you to come just on my fingers, just like you asked.” 

His shoulders visibly relax at her change in tone, letting the hazy feeling take back over as he resettles into focusing on the pleasure she is giving him. He nods his head to let her know he understands and lets his eyes droop shut a little, shuffling a bit so his hips are further into her spread lap. There's comfort in knowing where she was going with the scene, and excitement at the prospect of getting to experience something new.

She waits a few more moments until the shine of pleasure is back in his eyes and his body has relaxed against the cushions, arms giving out so he is laying on his back again. With one hand reaching down to brush against her hip, silently letting her know that he was good again. Then her hand is back across his hip, this time firmly pressing down in anticipation of his response to her next action. She withdraws the two fingers that were buried in him until they are halfway out before coaxing them back in, eliciting a short gasp from him as his hips twitch. This gets repeated again and again until his legs begin to tremble, hips trying to buck back against her but unable to move too much with her forearm holding him. 

It doesn't take long for him to devolve into a series of soft whines and groans, body bending and shaking under her ministrations, occasional whines of her name falling from his lips when a particularly sharp jolt of pleasure licks up his spine. When the warm pit in the bottom of his stomach begins to spread his moans turn to pleas. He knows this is going to be a strong orgasm, the intensity of the growing sensations already enough to have him panting in anticipation. Shes properly finger fucking him now, the pace isn’t fast, but she hasn’t missed that spot that has him warbling out incoherent sentences yet. Her voice responds to his babbles but he can’t really understand what she's saying beyond the reassuring tone she has adopted. 

“Look at you pretty, squirming all over me, feeling that good are you?” she asks the question more to spur him on than expecting any real response. Considering the shaking, verbal mess he had become over the last fifteen minutes she doubts he would actually have anything to say to her. Still, he’s told her he likes when she talks him through scenes so she continues anyway. “Want you to tell me when you're close Lix.” 

The sound he makes in response is guttural, surprising her and him both, enough that her hand stills inside him long enough for him to begin to beg her to keep going. His left hand lifting from the side of the couch where he had been clenching the cushion in a death grip to tentatively fold around her wrist on his stomach. 

“Please don’t stop, please,” he lifts his head to look at her, “its so good, feels different.” every muscle in him is drawn taught, even his hole flutters around her. The gaping pit had expanded to burn into his upper thighs, every part of him was tingling and warm, and he wanted more. 

She takes him in for a second. His skin is flushed down to his chest, a pretty rose pink that is a deeper red along his cheeks, the effect further accentuated by the tears flowing from his eyes. His gaze is unfocused but communicates his desperation well enough. The swollen overbitten flesh if his bottom lips hangs open slightly as he pants between small noises of pleasure. 

“I won’t stop.” and she doesn’t, picking back up her pace and then some. She has to refold his leg when he starts giving whole body jerks, his moans have gone high pitched, and the hand wrapped holding her arm is unsteadily seizing her flesh in an attempt to try and ground himself. His hips roll against her hand, completely out of his control now as his body chases this new, all consuming feeling. The occasional deep, breathy moan of her name cuts between his wet whines encourage her further, even when her arm begins to burn with effort. She can’t stop looking at where her finger disappears behind the ring of muscle between his legs, slicked with lube and scorching hot as they slip in and out of him. Watching him is hypnotic, his body responds readily to any stimulation and he has no qualms with letting himself go to pleasure. 

“M’gonna cum.” his voice breaks her revere and her eyes flit up to look at his disheveled form, his back has started to arch, head thrown back so she can’t really see his face. His mouth is open, throat bobbing deliciously, the hand not holding her is curled in the cushion under his head, bicep popping under the strain of his impending pleasure. Another rasped groan is followed by another full body tensing. “Holy shit. I- fuck.” he feels like he is falling apart, being ravaged on the cellular level by a flame completely out of his control. There's a minor awareness in the back of his head that this might actually break him. 

She moves the arm that is holding him to grab at the bottle of lube on the underside of her thigh. Unrestrained, his hips are able to lift and roll more so she has to stop her hand for a few seconds so that his thrashing doesn’t dislodge her. He begs nice and proper when she does this, pleading unintelligibly with her to keep going. She talks to him softly as the cap of the bottle clicks open and she lets it dribble over her fingers where they stretch him out, pulling them out nearly all the way before folding her ring finger and pointer under the middle before pushing back in. Hes taken her whole hand before, she knows this is okay, still she is careful to not rush. Letting his flesh yield to her intrusion slowly, his adjuring coming to a halt as he momentarily focuses on the increased stretch of her pushing into him. Once hes taken all of her to the knuckle her previous pace is resumed, followed quickly by his entreatment for her to never stop. 

The stream of his pleas comes to a warbling halt, his breath getting stuck against the back of his throat as the first wave of his orgasm takes him. Both of his legs lock up, the strength of it forcing his abs to contract so hard his back collapses against the couch. The world goes to static around him, eyes rolling back as the waves consume him. His dick twitches, leaking a small river of his spend over him and her arm as he clenches tight around her finger

“Good boy,” there's awe in her voice, “God I could watch you all day. Cumming so good on my fingers for me.” and she could, she’s done it several times now. Though she doesn’t think anything has come close to this. The second it hits he seemingly looses all capacity of making noise, whole body going sack before clenching up rhythmically in time with the curl of her fingers. It takes several long seconds for his voice to come back to him enough for the whines to pick back up. She hasn’t stopped, but when his other hand comes to shakily touch her upper arm, imploring her in his fucked out tone that he ‘can’t take any more’ she gently removes her fingers from him. He jolts weakly when her fingers slip free but otherwise doesn’t move aside from the aftershocks that wrack his body. 

“You okay?” she runs her unsullied hand over his torso, catching his hand that is still shaking in hers and runs her finger over his. The tension is slowly leaving him, bleeding over into exhaustion as the flood of endorphins wanes. His heart is still hammering in his chest, and the small thrums of the residuals of such an intense orgasm continue to make him flinch occasionally but he manages a nod. She hums, reaching to the side of the couch to grab the wet wipes she had placed their earlier in preparation for their planned activities. Using a few to clean her own hand and several more to wipe at his hole and the cum on his stomach. By the time she finishes this he’s come down more from the metaphorical cloud he’d just been put on. She finishes just in time for the first small sob to break through his teeth.

“It was so good. T-thank you so much.” This is the part she loves the most. Felix is emotional by nature, and this was only ever amplified after they did anything together. He was particularly prone to bouts of crying after rougher or more intense scenes. They were normally happy tears and a way for his body to release the excess hormones his brain had just dumped into his system. And she loved getting to care for him through it.