#involuntary admission

[mysterious-secret-garden]

[serethereal]

i hate when a movies hyped like “movie of the year” and i watch it and it’s some guy losing his mind for 2 hrs like. that’s me on a random wednesday next

[closeted-goth]

10.30 pm call that ur brother is now in the hospital. ohhhh, comrades, we're slightly rlly in it now.

[artisticdivasworld]

Understanding the Emergency Order of Detention (EOD) in the U.S.: A Comprehensive Guide

Emergengy Orders of Detention are the most misunderstood actions taken in mental health treatment centers. Learn more about it here.

Navigating the intricacies of mental health can be challenging, especially when legal terms and procedures come into play. One such term that often arises is the “Emergency Order of Detention” or EOD. While in California, it’s popularly known as “5150,” variations of this order exist throughout the U.S. As a mental health professional, I’m here to simplify this concept and shed light on its…

[corroded-hellfire]

Hi love!! I would love an Eddie request of him with inexperienced reader but it's not smut it's like the convo leading up to it like May be they start making out and it's getting steamy and she tells him she's a virgin and she's terrified bc what if she's bad at sex and then it's not good for him? What if he sees her naked and thinks she's not pretty?? And it's just Eddie comforting her and reassuring her

Oh, I would most definitely need Eddie to reassure me of these things, too. I hope you like what I've come up with 💕

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The old springs in Eddie’s mattress dig into your back, an occasional squeak emanating from them whenever your boyfriend shifts his weight on top of you. His tongue dances with yours, breath colliding and teeth grazing. Eddie encompasses all your senses, surrounding you wholly and leaving no room to think about anything else but him–if your brain can even manage to think at all with strong, calloused hands running over your body. 

His warm fingers trail up the outside of your leg, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The moment Eddie’s hand slips up your shorts on the front of your thigh though, your body goes from pure ecstasy to adrenaline-pumping nerves in an instant.

An involuntary jump of your body against his alerts Eddie that something’s wrong and he immediately pulls away to gaze down at you in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Though it’s clearly not the truth, you nod your head. Slowly, you scoot yourself out from beneath his body and sit up against the cheap mahogany headboard that’s caused a multitude of scratches against the dully painted trailer wall. 

“C-Can we talk for a second though?”

There’s worry in Eddie’s eyes. He’s terrified that he’s done something wrong or has hurt you in some way. Taking care to give you some space, your boyfriend situates himself to sit next to you on his bed, back also resting against the chipped and scuffed headboard.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Eddie says. “What’s going on?”

Tentatively, Eddie offers you his hand, resting it between the two of you. He’s leaving the decision up to you if you want to touch him right now or not. There’s no hesitation though, you eagerly lace your fingers with his. 

You give him a nervous smile, a million thoughts running through your head at once. It’ll be a miracle if you can speak coherently with the rate at which your mind is moving. Deciding to just bite the bullet and get it all out there, you take a deep breath.

“Um, I’m—I’m a virgin, Eddie.”

Whatever reaction you were planning on Eddie to have, he doesn’t give it to you. He seems completely unfazed by your admission. All you get is a nod of his head and a gentle squeeze of your hand. 

“Okay,” he says casually, as if your entire body isn’t running on nervous energy at the moment. “We can go as slow as you want, yeah?”

You know your body should feel relief, but the worry in your head tells you that you’ve only gotten through part of what you need to tell him. Might as well push through to the end.

“I’m…scared,” you admit. Shame floods your body, chilling your veins.

“Of me?” Eddie’s eyes widen and the alarm in them is clear.

“No!” You quickly assure him. “No, no, never of you.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and you cup his hand in both of yours. Out of all the things that make you anxious about having sex with Eddie, Eddie is not one of them. But that means you have to tell him that you’re the problem. If your anxiety has one mortal nemesis in the world it is vulnerability. 

“I’m scared that I’ll be bad at it,” you admit. “I don’t know what I’m doing. What if you don’t like it? What if I mess up?” What if you don’t like how I look beneath my clothes?

“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. The crease in his forehead shows his displeasure with the pressure you’re putting on yourself. “First of all, I don’t think you can really mess up sex, sweetheart. As long as you’re here and your clothes are off, I’d say we’re good to go.” He chuckles, but when you don’t join in, he sighs. “Are you honestly worried that I won’t like it?”

Unable to look him in the eye, you nod. His forehead furrows further as Eddie frowns. Usually, you’d rub your thumb over those wrinkles to smooth them out and calm him down. But usually, you’re not the cause of them. 

Gentle fingers grip your chin and tilt your face so you can look at him.

“Princess, it’s you. I love doing everything with you, you really think I won’t like having sex with you?”

When he puts it like that, you feel silly. Heat blooms in your face as embarrassment is scooped on top of the nerves. There are legitimate concerns, though. You’re sure of it. There has to be.

“W-What if you don’t like what my body looks like?” You ask it so quietly in the hope that he misses it.

It’s obvious that he doesn’t by the way his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He reminds you of one of those stress dolls that you squeeze and the small plastic eyes bulge out.

“Not like your body?” Eddie sounds almost incredulous. He pauses for a moment, eyes gazing into yours as he thinks of a reply. It feels like the understatement of the century to say he was unprepared for you to be worried about this; about something that he whole-heartedly knew to be untrue. A smile quirks Eddie’s mouth as his mind goes back to a day before you’d started dating. He licks over his lips before continuing. “Sweetheart, remember the pool party Jeff threw for his birthday last summer? You wore that low-cut, blue one-piece that showed off most of your back?”

Do you remember? You had agonized over what you should wear to that party and what Eddie would think when he saw you. 

“Yeah,” you tell him, voice quivering. 

“Babe,” he says with a shake of his head. “I still get off thinking about that. About how you looked. There was a reason I had to stay in the pool past the point of me freezing half to death in the water.”

Shock colors your face, and despite the gravity of the conversation, it makes Eddie smile wider.

“You…really?”

“Yes,” Eddie says with a breathless chuckle. “God, you’re so fucking hot. You’re gorgeous. It bothers me that you don’t see that.”

If there’s one thing you can say about your boyfriend, it’s that he’s very candid about his view on things–just ask anyone who’s had the pleasure of hearing him make a grand speech from atop a lunch table. Which is most of the high school-aged population in Hawkins.

Half of your brain is trying to convince you that now is the time he chooses to lie, that he’s just saying this to make you feel better or to shut you up. Meanwhile, the other half is telling the anxiety to put a sock in it and listen to Eddie.

“What’re you thinking?” Eddie asks quietly. A reminder of how well he knows you.

“Too much,” you say with a soft laugh. 

Eddie lets out a long breath and gently pulls you into his lap. He absentmindedly rests his hands on your thighs and his thumbs rub calming circles on your skin.

“What can I do to make you feel better?” he asks. Needing to show you physically how much he wants to help you, he snakes his arms around your body to hold you snugly against him. Your heart all but melts as he looks up at you with those large, puppy dog eyes.

With a small smile, you lean down and rest your forehead against your boyfriend’s. Sometimes he’s too cute for his own good. 

“You already have,” you say softly.

“What? How?” Eddie’s frowning again, but this time it's in confusion.

“Just by being you,” you tell him with a shrug.

“Well, I am pretty great,” Eddie says with a playful smirk. Your heart feels lighter once the stress lines fade from his beautiful face. 

You chuckle at his ego and sit back up straight.

“There is one more thing you could do for me, though.”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

There’s a hungry gleam in your eyes as you let your gaze trail up and down his lithe body. 

“Take off your shirt.”

[murdrdocs]

MDNI sejanus & his big dick + his teasing

at first, sejanus is worried.

he gnaws at his bottom lip while you peel his trousers off of his hips, letting them fall to his ankles before you're back at the center of him with eager hands. you don't look up, too entranced and excited since this moment has finally come, but you can see the nervous way he's flexing his hands beside his thighs.

he clears his throat. he starts to speak. "listen, i don't want you to expect something." he's saying more, something about him not being the most gifted in the dick department. but you're not listening to him because you've pulled his briefs down enough to free his cock and it perfectly springs back up over the elastic, leaving sejanus' dick presented right in front of you.

he's impressive. girthy to the point where you already start to mourn the short lived comfort of your jaw. long enough to where you know he's going to hit the back of your throat without trying. he's uncut, and you wrap a hand around the center of him and pull back, revealing his slit where a bead of precum greets you.

it's involuntary when you voice your concerns, a small, "i don't think you're going to fit, sej," leaving your lips. and just that one admission is enough to squash any of sejanus' uneasiness.

it's not until a little while later that he becomes confident, though. truly confident, enough to comfortably tease you.

it's been a little while longer than favored since you and sejanus have been alone, and you've been subjected to getting yourself off with your fingers and nothing but memories in sejanus' absence. you're more sensitive when you do see him, mewling when sejanus just swipes two fingers through your slit.

you're overeager, too, taking matters into your own hands and attempting to sink down onto him without much prep. "i can take it," you told him, defiant and determined all at once.

there was no stopping you when you were like this, so sejanus sat back and held a steady hand on your hip, telling you to take it slow while he waited for the inevitable to happen.

and it did. your eyes scrunching shut as your jaw dropped. he could feel you tensing up, he could see the hesitance taking over your body.

he plans to help you out, he will help you out. but first he has to tease you just a bit.

"it's big, huh, honey?" you nod and sejanus tuts softly. "i told you to take it slow, didn’t i? d'you want my help?" another nod and sejanus trails his hand from your side to your gaping cunt.

"okay, baby. i'll help you."

[sister-lucifer]

“You’re Really Not Cut Out For This…”

A Toby x Gender Neutral Reader Drabble 

Content/Warnings: Porn with no plot, bottom/sub Reader, degradation, a bit of mean Toby, heavy discussion of Reader basically being a free use sex toy, no specified genitalia for Reader, Reader + Toby are both proxies

This is not fully proof read! Please let me know if you see any typos

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“You know, y-you’re reeeaaaally not cut— c-cut out for this-ss-s…t-this ‘job,’ I mean.” 

The sudden admission would make you pause if had the lucidity to do so. You can’t do much of anything with the rabid way Toby’s pounding into you from behind, shoving his cock into you with the whole of his strength without so much as a single thought to your wellbeing. You barely manage to babble out something that sounds like a question. You can feel him smiling despite the forced wrenching of his face. 

“I-I’m just saying,” he continues, punctuating that last word with a particularly acute thrust that makes you squeal, “You d-don’t—shhh!—don’t seem like y-you really enjoy this-ss-s…line of-fff-f work…hell, you’re not good at i-it— it either, if we’re being hones-ss-st-t.” 

There’s no ignoring the cheeky giggle in his voice as he insults you to your face. He leans over you a bit, putting more of his weight on you and practically trapping you beneath him. He keeps talking before you even get a chance to protest. 

“You’re definitely n-not my equal,” he growls with a chuckle, as if highly amused by the idea of your inferiority, “You’ve hardly su— s-succeeded at any mission th-the ‘Boss’ has given you— y-you…but you are so good at this—“ 

He laughs at the way you choke on nothing when he angles his hips upwards just right, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. You can feel his body shudder on top of you, a series of involuntary tongue clicks and whistles interrupting him for a moment before his endless chatter continues on. 

“You’re sooo— s-so fucking good at taking my cock…” 

He can’t contain the flood of sick giggles that burst from his throat before he can truly finish his thought. 

“…Tell you what I’m gonna do.” 

You shiver at how deathly serious his voice becomes suddenly. He’s speaking lowly into your ear, making sure you hear every syllable clear as day.  His stutter even pauses for that moment; he’s focused, suddenly, and a focused Toby is rare, but horrific for anyone who happens to be in his line of sight. 

“I’m gonna talk to the ‘Boss’…y-yeah, that’s what I’ll do. I-I’ll tell— t-tell him myself, ‘I don’t t-think the n-new— new— new one is cut out for this.’”

He grabs at your arms, pinning them to the mattress as he uses his body to hold you down. He’s starting to lose his steady pace as his excitement builds, his fingers flexing and popping in ways they shouldn’t be able to as he grasps your wrists.

“And he’ll l-listen to me, you know? H-He’ll lis— l-listen-nn-n to me, I know he will, be— b-because— beep! beep!— because I’m his f-ff-favorite.”

The word ‘favorite’ echoes in your mind, making you dizzy and sick. As much as you and the others are convinced that creature can’t feel emotion at all, it does show favoritism. It doesn’t love Toby, it doesn’t even care about him; on some level, Toby has to know that, he’s smarter than he lets on, but… 

…He doesn’t care. 

All he knows is that he’s getting positive attention from something, and it’s going straight to his ego. The only saving grace is that he’s usually too juvenile and short sighted to use that power against his fellow proxies. 

Usually. 

Unless he can get something he really wants out of it. 

“I-I’ll tell him, I’ll tell him-mm-m you’d be better off as my toy.” 

You nearly choke as Toby rocks you forward with a particularly hard thrust. You can feel your legs trembling, nothing more than jello underneath you, barely holding you up. Toby sucks in a breath through his crooked teeth as he watches you put the pieces together in your mind, though you can do little to show it. 

“That’s right, that’s-ss-s right!” He repeats, sounding far too pleased with himself, “I’ll tell him you’d be b-better off-ff-f being used, just-t something I can use— u-use— use to unwind after I do all the hard work that y-you— you could never.” 

He breaks out into giggles again, wrapping an arm around your neck and stifling your air without warning. You grasp onto his sleeve, clawing at his arm, but you’re far too shaky and weak to pull it away. He forces you to look him in the eyes, not wanting even a scrap of your attention to not be on him. 

“That’s right, you h-hear that?” He manages to choke out between his laughter, “I’m gon-nn-a get you demoted to a fucking hole!” 

He pushes—throws, really—your head back into the mattress before even have the chance to argue. He shoves your face into the bed, hand tangled in your hair as you whimper pathetically, exactly how he likes. He runs his tongue over his lips as he looks down at you, completely helpless underneath him, and it sends a surge of sick pleasure through his body.

“Just enjoy it,” He hisses through gritted teeth, “Because when I-I get m-mm-my way, this is all you’ll ever do.”

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cw: suicidal ideation, psych ward ment., involuntary admission

did i even tell youse guys about how i got put in baby jail (the psych ward) in the first place 

i was thinking about sewer slide constantly for 2 weeks straight but felt okay on friday (9/16). i wasn’t sure if the okay feeling was going to stick around though.

i tell my therapist this in confidence

she, per policy, calls my psychiatrist in

my psychiatrist "evaluates" me (spent less than a minute asking me leading questions; literally asked “you’re suicidal, yes?”)

she leaves and come back in about a minute with a pink slip (involuntary admission slip)

she gives me 2 digshit options 1) call my parents and have them take me to the er or 2) get taken to the er via a 911 call

i don't want to go at all. no one cares what i want.

psychiatrist calls 911 and 2 police officers show up to take me to the hospital.

i sob uncontrollably

i'm taken in the back of the police car to the emergency room, where the doctor sees i'm pinked and only asks me leading questions

i answer that i'm fine, but because they see i'm pinked and that my psychiatrist wrote that i currently have poor insight and judgement, they admit me to Baby Jail

btw i found out yesterday that an ambulance was supposed to show up, not the police, and both me and my therapist are pissed about this info

[femsolid]

You know what I'm tired of seeing Snoop Dogg appear in memes and videos and movies and award shows like he's some endearing funny rapper who's cool and chill because he smokes tones of weed. He's a fucking rapist, a human trafficker and a misogynistic piece of shit.

"Snoop has an extensive criminal history, including convictions for drugs and weapons related offences and involuntary manslaughter, as well as by his own admission, pimping and trafficking women for sex. Snoop also reportedly lured two underage girls into exposing themselves on film by offering them marijuana and ecstasy.

Snoop’s lyrics glorify violence against women. He refers to women as ‘bitches’ and ‘hoes’ who ‘suck d****’. His songs include ‘Break a bitch ’til the day i die’ and ‘Can you control yo hoe? where he describes beating women who do not obey him, who need to learn their place."

Haha cute go fuck yourself

[astrophileous]

HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

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Closest To You

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: Leah realizes how much she's in love with you.

Word Count: 562

“come back now please baby!” leah can hear you chuckle from the bathroom after her whining. she isn’t really sure why she feels so needy all of a sudden. you’ve both been intimate for hours now, but she still feels like she can’t get close enough. sometimes she feels like she wants to melt into you, it makes her feel a bit silly thinking like that. 

“i'm coming leah, i need to clean you up a bit before we go to sleep, we might wanna change sheets as we-” 

“no, no, there’s no need for that now. tomorrow.” you smile at her reluctance and leah just stares at your face, despite your whole body being on display. she’s not sure she’s ever felt like this before. 

she flinches a bit when you press the cold cloth against her inner thigh, she can hear you mumble a small ‘sorry’, but leah can still see a small grin on your face as you focus on cleaning her. 

leah sighs when she gets used to the feeling of you rubbing the small cold cloth against her inner thighs. she relaxes, but she always does that when you touch nowadays. 

“do you feel alright baby?” you ask her and leah feels warm again all of a sudden, the sweat that’s dried all over her body now feels like its evaporating. she shuts her eyes tiredly even though all she wants is to keep looking at you. 

“yeah, i’m just sore.” leah can feel your smile grow at her admission even though her eyes are shut, it makes her involuntary blush. 

“why’s that then?” leah opens her eyes and smacks at your hand, she flushes deeper, turning her head in embarrassment at your silly question. but she can’t help the sleepy grin that forms on her face. 

“you know why.” she says quietly, you take leah’s face in your hands and turn it back to make her look at you. leah just stares at you like she's in a dream, you just smile and peck her lips. “ i do know, it’s a secret only between us.”

when leah sees you turn to grab some clothes for you both she protests with a whine. she wants you both to be naked, because that’s the closest she can get to you. “baby, no clothes. please.” 

“alright, i’m not saying no to that.”  leah sees you just plummet into bed and it makes her giggle, she’s so giddy when you're around. everything you do makes her feel so dizzy. 

and when she feels you pull her into you, your naked bodies pressed together. your hand automatically landing in her hair, scratching her head. she realizes that she’s so in love with you. 

it’s hard to understand how she hasn’t come to that conclusion earlier. but the way you're breathing above her, the way the only thing she can smell is you, your heartbeat against her ear. everything just feels right. 

“i love you.” she just says it, because everything just feels so good, so warm. just so perfect. she feels you shift, your hand lifts from her head. suddenly you're grabbing her whole head and you pull her upwards making her look at you. you look so beautiful is all leah can think about. 

“i love you too, leah.” 

leah has never slept so well in someone else’s arms before.

[6esiree]

this isn’t a request or anything i just needed someone to spew this thought at. the concept of alastor wearing suspenders under his coat has me drooling and the thought of us as the readers watching him take off his coat and him teasing us for staring is constantly on my mind.

also hi, i’m the anon that sent that long “what if” alastor ask a while ago :)

Wait, anon!

What If Alastor…

• Purposely keeps the door to the bathroom open as he slowly unbuttons his pinstriped coat, the mirror above the sink allowing you to see the way he undresses himself from your bed. A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips and his ears flick back, catching the pleasant sound of your breath hitching as his coat drapes down his slender back.

• Takes his time neatly folding his coat and undoing his bowtie, knowing that you’re waiting—no, anticipating the moment he moves onto his suspenders. He slightly turns to the side so you can see how he grabs his suspenders between his thumb and his forefinger, tugging on them slightly before running his fingers down.

• Doesn’t remove his suspenders, especially after he hears an involuntary moan escape from your throat as they drape down his shoulders. You clamp a hand over your mouth, your face flushing in embarrassment. He can’t help but chuckle at the sight as he slowly approaches you with an overwhelming need to indulge you.

• Grabs your chin and makes you look at him, asking you with an amused hum, ‘My, my, what was that pretty little noise you made just now for, ma chérie?’, savoring the way you stumble over your words as you try to come up with a lie. He’s your husband, but you can’t help but feel flustered over being caught.

• Decides to spare you from his teasing, leaning in and tilting his head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He swallows your surprised gasp and uses his free hand to guide your smaller one to his suspenders, encouraging you to hold onto them. You happily oblige, excitement stirring in your core as he pushes you down and climbs over you.

• Bunches your nightgown up and over your stomach, his hardening cock, still tucked away in the safe confines of his slacks, pushing against the lacey fabric of your slick-drenched underwear. ‘You know, I would gladly put on a show for you if you asked me to do so,’ Alastor spoke into the kiss, eliciting a gratified moan from you.

• Pulls away from your lips and shoves his face into the crook of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your flesh as he dry humps you, his erection rubbing right against your clothed clit. ‘I thought you’d find it weird,’ You eventually say, your hands still clutching onto his suspenders, ‘That’s why I was embarrassed.’

• Hums in acknowledgment at your little admission, fondling one of your breasts, his thumb circulating your hardened peak and making your cunt throb against him. ‘I’d do anything for you, ma chérie,’ His words tickle you, ‘Anything that’s in my power.’ You crane your neck and affectionately press your lips to his jaw.

• Graces your ears with a rare moan, making you lock your legs around his hips, pressing his cock further against your cunt. ‘So would I,’ You tell him, your hands leaving his suspenders and carding into his hair to tug at his ears, eliciting a bleat from him. ‘Oh, you naughty girl,’ He huffs in mock-annoyance, but he unfastens his slacks.

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy Masterlist

Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | Your therapist tries a new method of treatment to help you overcome your fears.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, rape, non con, dub con, oral, p in v sex, fingering, fear play, crying, rape (again. I'm really emphasizing this lol), breeding, unprotected sex, involuntary admission to asylum, scarecrow’s fear toxin, I’ll add more on each chapter.

Words | So far 49.1k

Notes | This is rape. Just straight up. If you’re not going to like it, don’t read it. Final warning.

Ao3 link | <3

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[gingiesworld]

Future Novelist

Innocent College Student! Wanda Maximoff (20) x Pervy Professor GN! Reader (30)

Warnings: Smut. Legal Age Gap. PnV. Unprotected sex. Loss of Virginity

Word Count: 906

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was your average college student, top of her class and she was also the captain of the Volleyball team. Everyone loved her as she always greeted everyone. There was never a day that she never had a smile on her face.

"Miss Maximoff, a moment please." Professor Y/L/N spoke up, interrupting Jarvis Stark's advance on her.

"Of course, Professor." She followed them into the office, waited patiently as they moved around to their desk after closing the door.

"I want to congratulate you on your admission to Westview's writing programme." They told her with a smile. "They loved your piece."

"What piece?" Wanda questioned as Y/N smirked.

"Your last assignment, I admitted it myself." They told her. "It deserved recognition from a higher body than the college."

"But I don't have the time to work on another piece." She told them.

"That's ok." They told her. "You can use my office on your breaks, after class even. You deserve this Wanda." They sat on the sofa beside her. "You have a talent for writing, I believe you will be a great novelist in the future."

"Ok." She sighed in defeat. "But you're going to help me." She pointed her finger at them as they smiled.

"Of course." They told her, and that was how it all started. The more time the two had spent together, Wanda wrote her short story as Y/N read over her work. Wanda's heart beat always quickened when they would hover above her, reading over what she wrote. Her eyes landed on their hands and forearms, always picturing them wrapped around her.

Wanda had never had sex but she has watched movies with explicit scenes, always resulting in her involuntary clenching her thighs, even in this moment as Y/N's words fell on deaf ears.

"Did you hear me?" They asked her, smirking as she sighed at their hot breath on her ear.

"No." She managed to croak out as they chuckled.

"Do I make you nervous Wanda?" They asked her as she looked away, only for them to grip her jaw and force her eyes on theirs. "It's impolite to ignore a question."

"Yes." She sighed as she squeezed her thighs once more, a smirk on Y/N's face as they watched her milky thighs beneath the skirt she wore today.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, feigning innocence as they moved the chair away from the desk, taking note of her flustered state.

"I guess." She spoke breathily, being so close to her professor made her feel extremely nervous and aware of her own body. "I just have this weird feeling." She gestured to her lower body as Y/N stood up, locking the door and closing the blinds.

"Do you want me to help you?" They asked her as she nodded shyly, she knew in her head that this was wrong as she watched Y/N kneel before her, their tie already loosened as they helped remove her underwear. "You're so wet Wanda." She moaned as they ran their fingers through her dripping folds, her arousal dripping onto her skirt as they applied pressure to her clit.

"Oh." Her mouth opened slightly as they pushed one finger passed her entrance, thrusting at a slow and tender pace. Her hands gripped the side of the chair before Y/N dove in, sucking and licking her clit as they fingered her.

"This will hurt for a moment." They told her as they inserted a second finger, hearing her gasp sharply as she got used to the sudden change. "Fuck." They groaned as they felt their own cock harden within the confines of their dress pants. "I need to be inside you." They told her as they sped up their movements. "Can I be inside you?" They asked her as she nodded, her eyes snapped open when they removed themselves from her. "Strip." They told her. "I want to see all of you."

Wanda stood on shaky legs as she slowly removed her clothes, watching as Y/N removed their own, soon pushing her up against the wall, caressing her face before kissing her hungrily. The two sighed at the skin on skin as Y/N started to move their kisses down her neck. Wanda gasped when they lifted her up against the wall, her legs instantly wrapping around their waist as they wasted no time in inserting their length.

"Aghh." Wanda threw her head against the wall as Y/N continued to thrust deep inside of her. She could feel her own orgasm building up but she was unsure. "I need to pee." She tried to push them away as they continued, shaking their head as they took a nipple in their mouth. Moving faster and harder as she let go, cumming all over them, soon feeling their load filling her up. They slowed their movements until they came to a stop, remaining inside of her as they looked up at her for her chest.

"You're perfect Wanda." They whispered as they leaned up to kiss her softly. "I think I have a new favourite student." The two chuckled as they helped her down. Neither ready to reap the consequences of their actions just yet.

[angelwoozi]

it's your birthday! (m) | kmg

it's his birthday. and you, being his sweet, loving wife, take it upon yourself to surprise him. what better way to do it than by riding him as soon he wakes up, starting his day with the sweetest gift.

pairing ; husband!mingyu x reader (f)

rating/genre ; 18+ // smut, pure porn lol, established relationship

warnings ; swearing, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lol), pet names, bottom!gyu (he switches for the next round but we don't talk about that lol), morning sex, overstimulation (slight), kissing, mention of the gyoobies.

wc ; 1.2k

note ; mingyu birthday drabble hehe!!! idk what I've wrote tbh, but enjoy cause it's pure porn — from the beginning to the end, lol. unedited!! please let me know your thots (thoughts) :)) listen to earned it by the weeknd as the mood song.

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You sigh as you sit down on your husband's cock, with your palms pressed flat on his chest. His hands on your hips steady you, allowing your cunt to engulf his length with ease. The stretch makes you hiss, but you can't even complain because that's what you wanted.

It's Mingyu's birthday, and you woke him up with the sweetest kiss ever. You have the whole day planned – and it starts with you riding him. The smile on his face as he had opened his eyes, giddy and happy had made your heart swell with pride. It's you, the cause of his happiness. The smile that had made its way on your lips after his happy admission was involuntary, and you were quick to swing your leg over his form, pushing his shirt up with soft kisses and sweet praises.

He had gasped as you had licked your way down his semi hard length, making him grasp at your morning hair. The whimpers he had let out were music to your ears, and you had gleefully gifted him with your tongue, swallowing his praises. A while later he had tugged at your hair, asking you to stop. You had whined at the fact that you wouldn't be able to swallow him, but his wish was to come inside you – and who were you to say no to the birthday boy.

So now here you are, rocking your hips, while mounting his cock. His fingers dig into your naked hips, and your nails form indents on his bare chest as you increase your pace. The pleasure is so crazy that you match Mingyu's whimpers, moaning in harmony – like a love song in the fresh morning.

"You look so beautiful, baby." he rasps out, in his deep morning voice and you shudder, biting your lips to stop the whimper that wants to make its way out. He is irresistible, and he knows that – especially the way his voice makes your senses go haywire.

Your arousal coats his cock, making it easy for you to fuck yourself on it. You gasp when you feel him tightening his hold on you, guiding your hips to make you move faster. You throw your head back, raking your nails down his torso as your hands reach his abs. It's like the feeling of heaven, when he sighs out your name and thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway.

You open your eyes and look at him with your eyelids drooping low. The sight in front of you has you gasping for breath, as it hitches in your throat.

Mingyu is lying on the bed in all his glory, the morning sun illuminating his face, making it glow softly. His lips are red, from the way he has been biting on them and his hair frame his face beautifully, adding to his glow. There's a sheen of sweat covering his naked body, and your pussy clenches when you see the tightness of his abdomen as he thrusts upwards.

"Faster, angel." he pleads and you almost die when his sweet voice rings in your ears.

"As you wish, birthday boy." you preen and feel him shiver under you. The lust clouds your mind, and you curl your toes as you lean back. With your palms resting on his thighs you fuck yourself onto him – deep and ruthless. He uses your hips to guide you, and you both move in tandem, like a practised dance which takes you to a different height of pleasure every time you perform it.

"Gyu." you sigh out as you feel the familiar tightening of your core, and clench your walls around his cock. He moans loudly when you rock quicker against him, your ass hitting his thighs deliciously. His hand travels away from your hips and grabs a hold of your ass, as he rubs his thumb into your plump flesh.

"You're doing so well, baby." his eyes are closed and your feet shake as his cock hits all the right spots inside you repeatedly.

"M close." he mumbles and you nod, even though you don't know if he can see you or not, given that your eyes are screwed shut in pure bliss.

The rawness of his cock drives you to the edge, sweetly pushing you so you hang by a thread, barely. The thread breaks and you finally fall down as he snaps his hips upwards, making you moan out loudly as your orgasm washes over you.

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Your husband grips your hips, and helps you ride through your intense orgasm, the sound of his balls hitting your skin getting louder, mixed with the slick sound of your juices as they coat them. You faintly register his groans, but they sound otherworldly – as if you are drowning deep, and he is at the surface, calling out to you.

You hardly reach the surface, get coherent again, that he spills inside you, coating your walls. The warmth of his cum drags you down again and you moan with him, digging your nails into the skin of his thighs. He is still moving under you, and you grimace when the feeling gets too overbearing.

"Baby stop." and he immediately halts all of his movements. You catch your breath after a while, and when you open your eyes, you see how his skin is still hot and red, his chest moving up and down in a broken rhythm and eyes closed.

A small smile graces his lips and you bend down, his cock still lodged inside you and peck his smile, a similar one forming etching its way on your face too.

"Happy birthday." you mumble against his lips and he wraps his hands around your form, pulling you into his chest. His smile transforms into a grin when your boobs press against his body, and he holds you tighter, making it unable for you to move.

"I love you so fucking much." is his word and you nuzzle your nose against his cheek, reveling in his warmth.

He pulls out with a grunt and you both cringe at the feeling, but the afterglow of the orgasm doesn't let you feel it for long. The haziness that surrounds you is angelic, and Mingyu turns sideways, taking you with him, as your body lands on the bed.

"Thank you," he pecks your lips and you laugh, wrapping your hands around his torso,"for the best birthday gift ever."

"I'll give it to you everyday."

"Fuck me if I ever say no to that offer." he laughs and you slap his chest, later feeling his tits.

"It's because I love you and your boobies a little too much." you mumble and place a kiss on his chest.

"Not my cock?" he pouts, and God does it make you wanna mount him again. You fight the urge to bite his chest and kiss him mad as you sit up with a groan.

"Cmon big boy, the day is long." you completely ignore his question but he is quick to pull you back to his chest with a single tug at your arm. You fall back on him with a shocked gasp and he laughs as he quickly flips your positions, hovering over you.

His lip curls devilishly as he bends down and nips at your jaw, making you curse for his sake.

"I guess your moans will answer my question." he rasps out and you once again see stars in broad daylight.

© angelwoozi. do not repost.

feedback, comments and reblogs are appreciated — as they help motivate me a lot :)

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sudden Appearances Make For Good Times (Supernatural Drabble)

Castiel x GN!Reader / requests are open / 18+

Summary: Castiel learns his best moves from the pizza man.

Fic type: smut-lite (just making out, really)

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Castiel had appeared suddenly behind you and without warning. He'd startled you so badly that you had almost stabbed him with your Rabbi-blessed angel blade. You'd narrowly missed stabbing him right through the arm as he rose it to deflect the attack.

"Cas- fuck, you know better than to sneak up on a hunter- are you joking?" You dropped the blade just as soon as your brain caught up with who it was you were trying to knife.

Castiel eyed you carefully, one hand still gripping your wrist and the other slowly wrapping around your waist. His warm hands, slid further around your waist, your hips and then finally your back. The Angel pulled you toward him and firmly planted his lips on yours.

He let go of your wrist and you immediately wrapped it around the base of his neck. You heard the clatter of the blade hitting the motel floor and pulled him towards you. You walked the two of you backwards until you hit the console table against the very thin wall of your room.

Castiel's hips crowded against your thighs and you widened your legs further to allow him as close as possible. You both fought for dominance over the kiss, hands trailing under each others' clothes and teeth nipping at skin playfully- almost harsh enough to draw blood.

"Cas-" you gasped as he began sucking a mark into the skin right over your clavicle. "For- for an Angel, you're really raunchy," you laughed, tilting your head back to allow him as much access as he could ask for.

When he pulled back, you took a moment to appreciate his flushed cheeks and his blown-wide eyes, the pupils taking over his iris in an involuntary bodily admission of his lust.

"Dean gave me recommendations for more pizza man videos," he answered. You arched your brow, not entirely knowing what that meant and yet having a pretty good idea at the same time. Those fucking Winchesters. Absolute menaces.

"Porn?" You snorted, hands reaching around to grab his ass and pull his hips against you closer. "Oh honey, no. If you want to learn about sex, you don't want to learn from porn."

Castiel's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing out again. Roughly, he trailed his fingers over your belly and down to where you needed him most.

"As far as I can tell," he said darkly, eyes flashing bright blue for a moment with lust, "you have yet to complain."

Well, you couldn't argue with that, could you?