#low key hot not gonna lie

[korrolrezni]

"I'll hunt you down and kill you myself. "

Wow...Sam. Easy there, buddy. How about a curlywurly?

[lis-likes-fics]

Extravagance

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x wife!Reader Word Count: 4k words Kink: Overstimulation Warnings: NSFW, dubcon, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), fingering, use of toys (vibrators and dildos), multiple orgasms, bondage, Wanda low-key ignores when reader tells her to slow down (partially hence the dubcon), it's a lot... A/N: One word: fuck.

Wanda tightened the bindings around your ankles as you slept peacefully in your bed. She smiled sweetly, looking down on you and your sleeping face.

Walking over to you, she sat on the side of the bed and caressed the side of your face with her knuckles. She looked over to the picture on your bedside table, you in your white wedding dress and her in her white tux. You smiled wide in the photo, the slight red glare in your eyes hinting at the wisps of magic embedded deep within your mind.

She kissed the tips of her fingers and pressed it to the frame. She looked at you again, sighing and bending down to kiss your forehead.

"Wake up, my love," she whispered, brushing hair from your face.

You stirred, opening your eyes slowly until you laid them upon Wanda. She hadn't expected the look you'd given her, a flash of fear and confusion as your breath sped slightly. "W-Wanda?" you stuttered. "Where am I?"

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She pet your hair, trying to get you to calm down. "Shh, I'm sorry, honey. Here, let me help you."

She flicked her fingers over your eyes, beckoning your gaze there as the red took your pupils and pulled a sigh from your breast.

You blinked quickly as the fog cleared and smiled as your gaze fell upon your wife. "Hey, baby," you mumbled fondly.

She smiled wide. "Hey. How did you sleep?"

You hummed lightly, your brows furrowing. "Had a strange dream…about you," you muttered, chuckling at the end about the absurdity of the dream. How could you not love her? How could this all be a lie? She was your wife, and that was the realest thing you knew…

"Why don't I take your mind off of that for you?" she smiled, sitting up and kissing you sweetly before she rounded the side of the bed.

Pulling on the bindings keeping you spread out on the bed, you chuckled. "I think you've already started..."

She stooped at the edge of the bed, sinking down onto the mattress as she laid on her stomach. Wanda snaked her arms under your knees, easing your legs onto her shoulders as she nestled herself up to you. “Just lay back and let me love you, baby,” she smiles, kissing just below your belly button.

Your eyes fluttered closed when she kissed your clit gently. Wanda’s hot breath fanned against you as she pressed a few kisses to the inside of your thighs, her lips wrapping around the skin and suckling gently before once again finding your pussy.

Your legs jerked after a moment when she found your pussy, her tongue delving inside of you to lick and flick at your folds. You moaned gently, feeling her swirl it inside of you. You tugged on the bindings keeping you spread open for her, wanting so badly to card your fingers through her hair as she continued to pleasure you.

Her patience was already wearing thin. You always made it hard for her to control herself, especially when you whimpered so prettily for her. Her tongue flattens against you as she laps at your cunt, licking inside of you and humming at the taste of your arousal coating her tongue. The pleasure rises within you like a fire. She devoured you.

“Wanda,” you sighed as she sucked at your clit. She was messy as she ate you out, arousal and saliva mixing together and spreading over your thighs, dripping onto the bed sheets. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” you breathed already.

She moaned into you, sending the vibrations through your body and making you tremble. She listened to you moan as you arched your back.

You gasped her name when you came, your chest heaving as you huff and moan and beg her to give you more. She always loved that, when you begged for more. She loved you. She continued to suck on your clit as you came down from your high.

Even as you calmed down and your high was waning, she didn’t stop. She actually took it up a notch, licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your dripping cunt. You were a moaning mess, the sensitivity from before made it impossible to contain yourself as you squirmed underneath her. “F-Fuck, Wanda. You feel so good,” you huffed, grinding your hips against her face until she waves her hand and pins you down to the mattress with her magic.

Your brain turned to mush and your limbs shook as she devoured you. Her tongue plunged inside of you like a woman starved, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust as she licked up everything you had to offer. “Mm, baby. You,” a breath, “you can’t stop. Please.”

And she doesn’t, so eager to make you cum a second time.

She grunted into you and you whined. It was mind-numbing to have her doing this to you, especially so soon after cumming for her. Your clit was tight and throbbing as she sucked on it. You tried to grind your hips against her face again, only to be stopped by her magic wrapping around your waist and keeping you down.

When the coil snapped a second time, your cry was much more desperate and she actually had to strain to keep you pinned against her magic. “”Wanda! Oh, fuck, yeah,” you moaned. Your thighs shook and you could hardly think straight. “Fuck, s’amazing. Love you so much.”

She pulled away from you, licking her lips as she smiled and caught her breath. “I love you, too, my sweet girl,” she said. “But I’m not done with you yet.” You squirmed at her confession, your brain still mush and the pleasure still sparking through your body. “I’m gonna make you cum again, baby,” she told you, moving to crawl up the length of your body as her face hovered mere inches over yours. “And then when you do, I’ll make you cum again and again and again until you’re crying for me.”

Her lips brushed yours, but she didn’t kiss you yet. “Baby, I’m going to ruin you.”

You whimpered pathetically, cut off when her lips clash with yours. You tasted yourself and sighed against her with every press of her tongue on yours. When you felt a curling finger thrust inside of you, burying all the way inside of you in one go, you moaned again.

She broke from the kiss, watching your face twist in pleasure as your eyes closed and your mouth fell open. “Just like that, honey,” she muttered before retaking her place between your legs. In another thrust, she adds a second finger to stuff you wish. You clenched around them, her swollen lips meeting your swollen clit once more.

She curled and pumped and spread her fingers inside of you, making you squirm as she slowly built a rhythm that had you gasping. “Does that feel good?” she asked as she pressed them deep inside. “You like the way I take care of you?”

You nodded, “Y-Yes! Fuck, yeah.”

She chuckled deep in her throat, burying her face between your precious thighs again and smiling against your clit as you tried to close your legs around her head. Her palm pressed against you as she leaned her head on your thigh, watching your pussy suck her fingers in appreciatively. She was mesmerized by the mess you were making as your cunt squelched with the movement of her hand.

She pumped her fingers in and out of you, curling against the sweet spot deep within your dripping cunt. Your back arched and your moans were loud in the space of your bedroom. Her tongue flicked at your clit, coaxing you toward another explosive release as she felt you clench and unclench around her fingers.

She had to be using her magic, she had to be, because you were too close to cumming again as she continued to fuck you with her fingers, and it had barely been three minutes. “Wanda, mmph, gonna cum again,” you warned, your voice pitched up a few notches as the pleasure became too much. “Fuck, please.”

Her free hand clutched a handful of your thigh, her sharp nails digging into your skin as she did. Your body shook and you were cumming again. A tear made its way down your cheek, the pleasure blinding. She moaned with you, though you were admittedly louder as she refused to let up.

She kept going, making you cum a fourth time and a fifth time until you were losing count as she continued to go faster and rougher with each release. You couldn’t breath and your mind was so hazy and numb with the oversensitivity. Your body shook and your toes curled, and you didn’t know how long you could keep doing it.

“Ple…” you mumbled, unable to get the words out coherently as you kept crying out and moaning and gasping. “I can…t.”

She kept going, her face becoming a mocking pout as she looked at you. “Aww, is my baby too sensitive?” she cooed. “Is her little head spinning? She can’t think straight because I’m making her feel too good?” You barely managed a nod. “Does my girl want me to slow down? Does she want me to go easy on her, huh?”

“Ahh, ple…ease,” was all you could say as another wave suddenly rushed through you and made you shudder. She moaned with you as you came that umpteenth time, deriving just as much ecstasy from your releases as you.

“Oh, baby,” she hummed, a harsh curl inside of you making your hips lift slightly from the bed. When she curled them, you fell back down. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop. I’ll keep making you feel so good. I promise. I’ll never stop making you feel good. Never.”

Her promise was driving you insane, and you mewled at the thought of her keeping you here forever, pulling more and more from you until you couldn’t give anymore, until she had to stop to let you replenish. Then she would take you again the moment she could. Your head was spinning and your body was still shaking and you knew you were going to burst. “Ca-n’t ‘ake it,” you gasped incoherently. “Plea-zz.”

She shushed you, her fingers still working away inside of you as she licked at your aching clit. “Come on, baby, keep cumming for me,” she said, her eyes flashing red.

And as she sucked on your clit, a broken sob came out of you in the middle of your moan as you came again. It was too much, all the pleasure was aching through your body in the most delicious, torturous way. And she was loving every single second of it.

Your eyes were glazed over, your body was trembling, your pussy fluttering around her fingers and tongue like the wings of a butterfly. As she bent down to kiss the inside of your thigh, she felt your muscles shake and laughed. Gods, you were perfect.

It was when you went silent that she stopped. Pulling her fingers from you and sitting up, she wiped her chin clean of your slick and looked upon your face. She sighed gently, a fond smile on her lips as she saw that you were nodding off. She could see you struggling to stay awake, your eyelids drooping heavily like they were coated in molasses.

“That won’t do,” she mumbled, bending down to kiss your cheek. “Give me just a moment, sweetheart…” She stood from the bed, leaving you lying there as you allowed your eyes to shut. She licked at her slick covered fingers to suck your honey from them with a deep moan.

Wanda knelt at the foot of the bed, lifting the covers hanging off the edge to reach underneath it and pull a black box out. She removed the lid and sorted through its contents, choosing the black bullet vibrator, a red bullet vibrator, and the pretty pink dildo she knew you liked most before shoving the box back underneath.

She sat next to you on the bed once more, humming gently to herself as she stroked between your legs, her fingers delving between your folds and moving up to spread them. She took the black vibe, positioning it right over your overly sensitive bud and holding it in place with her magic.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered as she bent down next to you. She kissed your cheek, and your eyes fluttered at the feeling. “Wake up for me.” She waved her hand and the vibe came to life as you gasped.

It started out strong as it began with a dull drone. Your shaking body shook more and your back was arching off the bed like you’d become possessed. “Oh, fuck!” you cried out, surely not asleep anymore.

Wanda smiled proudly, stroking hair from your face. “There you go,” she beamed before she took the dildo in her hand. “Stay awake for me. I want you to feel everything.”

She tucked her arm underneath your trembling leg again with a smile, keeping one arm free as she suddenly pushed the dildo into you in one thrust. You were soaked, so there was no issue getting it in. You groaned at the feeling of it stretching you out, so deep inside of you as she kept pushing, even after it was buried within you.

“That’s my good girl,” she said, dragging out the syllable as she watched your cunt clench tightly around the girth. It squelched as she pulled it out, your weeping hole sucking it back in when she began another thrust. She gave you no time to adjust, taking the toy and fucking you with it as you writhed and cried out for her.

Listening to your pretty moans was so much for her as her clit throbbed and she clenched around nothing. She had forgotten she was ever even so desperately aroused as soon as her lips had first tasted your pussy. She waved her free hand to grasp the red vibe with her magic as she brought it to her clit behind her panties. As soon as she turned it on, her hips were bucking and thrusting on air. She moaned weakly, thrusting the toy faster inside of you to feed her lust.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck, look what you do to me, baby.”

Your sore wrists pulled at the bindings, and your ankles tugged at them too. The toy dragged along your walls, and the pleasure built and built and built as it became overwhelmingly intense. The tears in your eyes were streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t handle it.

“I know, baby. It feels so good,” she moaned. “You love when I fuck your pretty little pussy. You’re crying so good for me.”

“Wanda–please,” you choked, not sure what you’re asking for anymore.

“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to,” she said. Your body functioned by her words, especially now when she controlled it all. Your body spasmed and your pussy clenched and you gushed as you came again. You sobbed.

A symphony of broken pleas fell from your lips again, constant and high-pitched and full of tears. You chanted her name like a prayer, your own personal goddess, and she let your praise empower every ounce of her body.

She spoke as well as she could, her moans and gasps making it a little harder as she ground her hips into the bed, but still perfectly capable as she watched you melt. “Look at you,” she shook her head. “You’re all pretty crying for me, cumming for me like you are. You must feel so good right now.”

Your body was aching and burning and the pleasure was searing in your bones. It was magnificently painful. You loved it and hated it and you couldn’t breathe and you wanted nothing more than for her to stop and never stop all at the same time. You couldn’t think, your brain akin to a broken voice box trying to communicate a message muddled and destroyed with disrepair. All you could do was sit there and take all that she would give to you, accepting it with trembling limbs and a fluttering cunt.

“I bet you would cum again if I told you, huh? Would you cum if I said to right now?” she asked.

If she’d asked you when you first began, you would have gone with the logical “no” answer. But now that she had made you come undone so many times, you could no longer keep track, you were no longer sure. She’d had you spasming barely a minute ago, she could probably have you going again, and with her magic at work…there was likely no limit to how much your body could give, even if your mind was willing to break…

“Cum for me.”

You nearly screamed as the pleasure crashed down on you. You cried a little harder, not out of pain, not out of pleasure, but simply out of general overuse. You were like a machine that had been kept running just a little too long, wanting so badly to rest but having no choice but to keep going. You needed rest, but Wanda loved you too much.

She smiled wide, laughing delightfully as she kept thrusting the toy deep inside of you, rough and fast and brain-fuckingly well. “Oh, look at you! Oh, my love, you’re perfect!” She bit her lip, stifling a moan as pleasure sparked in her thighs and the pit of her stomach. “Mm, cum again for me.”

Without finishing your last release, her command thrust you into a whole new one and you just sobbed as you let her do it to you. “W-Wanda, please!”

“I know, it’s not enough, baby,” she cooed. “You can cum again. It’s okay. Cum for me again, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, come on, baby.” She was practically begging you, and you met her plea with another choked sob as the pleasure destroyed you.

“S’too m-Ah! Much! T’much!” you wailed.

“You’re okay,” she reassured you, pushing the toy deep and grinding it against that spongy part inside of you that had your hips arching up, up, up off the bed. “Let me try it one more time,” she chuckled giddily. “Cum for me, baby. Don’t stop cumming for me.”

Her last words were your undoing as she flicked her hand. You gasped as the ecstasy hit you, and you held the breath in as it continued to hit. Your shallow breaths did nothing to ease your full lungs, the smallest breath out being undone with a deeper breath in. You couldn’t cry or scream or find any way to beg her to have mercy on your poor body. You arched off the bed and stayed there as every bone in your body tensed with the unyielding assault of pleasure. You were going to burst, you knew it.

Wanda’s eyes rolled back as she watched how you just kept cumming, the arousal leaking out of you and soaking the bed and your thighs. “Fuck, good girl. My beautiful girl, look at you go!” She sighed a heavy breath as she felt her release nearing. “So perfect, the way you respond to me. I bet you must feel so–fuck!–so fucking amazing.”

You didn’t know how you felt, you couldn’t know. There was a specific point where the mind decided to shut down for the sake of energy, for the sake of preservation, and you had definitely reached that point. Oh, to drift off to sleep and save the rest for another day…

After a moment, she spoke again. “Okay, okay, babygirl. You can stop now.”

The ecstasy released you as you fell back onto the bed. For a moment, you were numb, and after that, you just wished you were. “Oh, god!” you gasped. You could hardly get her name out as you stuttered horribly, tripping over the first syllable and struggling to finish it. “W-Wan-Wa-ah–”

The pleasure continued as the vibe kept going. Wanda’s head fell forward against the bed. She was going to cum soon. The coil was tightening in her belly, and she felt it straining inside of her.

There were so many feelings coursing through you, yet you could discern none of them. The only thing you were certain of in sensation was one thing, one simple thing that you knew to be true—fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” she said, her voice climbing higher and higher with every breath she took. “Fuck, you wanna cum with me?” You wanted to shake your head, but you couldn’t get your body to do what you wanted it to as you continued to shake and tremble. “Course you want to. Come on, baby.”

You whined and whimpered and cried, but the sounds were so far from your body as you laid there and took it all. “Come on, baby, with me,” she urged, closing her eyes shut and gasping a preemptive breath. “Fuck, cum for me, baby! Cum with me now!”

Both your sounds mixed together, your sobs and her shouts as it all crashed down at once. You couldn’t tell when your high began and when it ended, or if it ended. You just knew that you were limp against the sheets—aside from the shaking—and that Wanda’s heavy breaths were replacing her pretty words.

When it all stopped and the world stopped spinning, you let out a fast, deep breath that emptied your chest. She pulled the toy from you, she stopped the vibe and let it fall to the bed, all sound stopped and all movement seemed to cease.

She smiled fondly at you, her shaky hand raising to loosen your restraints as they fell off and disappeared. You curled your arms and tried to do the same with your legs but failed. Wanda’s hands smoothed along your bare skin, caressing you before she gently pushed you to roll onto your stomach. You let out another long breath, closing your eyes and letting the different position, the pressure of your own weight against the front of your body, ease you.

“My good girl,” she whispered, smoothing her hands up and down the length of your body. She massaged the tired muscles of your calves, your thighs, your sides, your back, your shoulders, your arms. She eased the tension away so you could become truly limp.

She bent down and kissed the back of your neck, sliding her lips over to kiss your cheek after with a gentle hum. “I love you, darling,” she whispered affectionately in your ear.

You could hardly moan your reply, your voice gravelly and weak and rough as you barely managed to mumble the vowels out. She chuckled lightly, understanding what you meant to say as she let you lay there.

When you felt her fingers stroke the folds of your soaked cunt once again, another sob huffed out of you as you began to squirm. She laughed this time, pulling away quickly. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’m done, baby, I promise.”

You buried your face in the pillows and let out another mumbled sound of a reply. She sighed dreamily, waving her hand as she cleaned the mess, leaving your pussy slick enough to remember she was there, leaving your body wrecked enough to never forget that she was there as you ached all over. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to do more than lay there, limp and lazy, ever again.

She wrapped her arms around your body as she shifted you so she could lay behind you. She pressed her body, now as naked as yours, flushed against you and pulled you close. With a deep sigh, she nuzzled into your neck and smiled. “Get some rest, baby. You need it.”

You didn’t reply. You just passed out as soon as the words left her mouth.

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[aerinaga]

what a flirt pt. 2

paige bueckers x reader

warnings: none

🌺 part 1

it’s been a few days since you’ve been to the bar. not gonna lie, every time before you go to bed, you always think about paige. of course, you could just hit her up in her dms, but it’s not that easy. you knew that there were way too many people in her inbox, so your chances were low.

instead of giving yourself an easy time, you gave her a hard time finding you. you weren’t a very lowkey person, but you were well known. your instagram account is on public, your posts full of hot pictures of you.

you knew she was a basketball player at uconn. it may be a benefit, since your closest friend, gigi, studies there and lives in the dorm.

PAIGE’S POV

i was with the team. we were hanging out together and ice starts talking about what happened last friday night.

“girl she really just swung her arms around paige. she was hella fine tho” she laughs. “i’ve never seen someone just come up to paige and start flirting with her, she’s something else”.

“yo paige, have you found her on instagram yet?” kk asks.

“nah, it’s hard finding her not gonna lie, i’ll just leave it up to fate i guess”.

YOUR POV

you decided to spontaneously go to gigi’s dorm. you missed her, but you wanted to see paige again.

you knocked on gigi’s door, waiting for her to let you in. your face meets gigis happy face, immediately letting you in.

“SOOO what’s been happening? i saw your story last friday, you were alone at the bar??” gigi asks, while munching on her cookies.

you told her everything that happened, from head to toe. i weren’t expecting a violent reaction out of her, but you were wrong. her jaw was dropped, mouth still full of cookies.

you look at her with disgust, telling her to close her mouth. gigi suddenly got up, getting her keys and tells you “come on let’s go, i think i know where they might be”

you just got dragged to the cafeteria of uconn. it wasn’t that busy, just a few people here and there, but a group full of laughter caught your eyes. so she’s here, huh?

gigi dragged you to a table near them, she left her keys on the table. she told you to wait there, leaving to get food.

you glance at their table before approaching them, taking in how good paige looks right now. her hair was in her usual braids, but in a bun this time. she wore a white thin uconn long sleeve with sweats. she’s so fine.

you walk to their table, they don’t notice you from how loud they were. you tap on paige’s shoulder, making everyone look at you.

“hey bueckers. miss me?”

everyone was silent, unaware of what’s going on.

“i’m pretty sure she told you guys about me. or her other hot friend. i’m y/n from the bar last friday”

ice giggles at what you called her, feeling blushy.

paige was stunned to speak. she couldn’t process anything.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

First time for everything

Pairing- Human!Norm x Na'vi!reader

Summary- You and Norm have sex while he is in human form.

warnings- human x alien sex, riding, scratching and biting, bottom!norm (my fav), top!reader, you low-key have a size kink (getting turned on cause he's in his human!form and he's so much smaller than you) lmk if i missed something.

Paskalin- honey

Request- yes

Norm was out for the day and you had done all of your dutys the previous days so you decided to wait for him. While waiting on him you look through Norm's shirts and finally you found one, it was red and had buttons on it. You tilt your head and then shrug your shoulders. Taking your previous covering off and tugging the red fabric over yourself you look in the mirrior and lie on Norms bed, he got it bigger just for you two and waited for him.

It took a while for him to get back but he finally made it, taking his mask off he spoke. ''Sorry it took so long babe-'' he cuts himself off as he eyes your body. No matter how many times he has seen you in his shirts it just does something to him. ''Hello paskalin I missed you.'' You say as he crawls next to you on the bed. You turn over between his legs a bit not putting your full weight on his small human figure. His body was hot as he felt your breath hit his stomach and the way you shuffled your hips. You look up at him and his flushed face and you felt your stomach flutter and you rub your thighs together, he looked so sweet, so small you needed him.

You get up slightly and straddle Norm's lap, ''Ma Norm..'' You whine into his ear as you wiggle in his lap. ''need you.'' ''Y/N we haven't done it with me in my human form what if I doesn't work.'' he groans at the feeling of your covered cunt humping his clothed cock. ''it will it will please Ma Norm.'' You say leaving small but frantic kisses on his neck. He shakes his head up and down not wanting to waste anymore time. Ecxited you jump up, he goes to take his pants off before you pop him. ''I want to do it.'' You say as you pull his pants down along with his boxers, letting his needy and lealing cock free.

Pink spreads across his cheeks as you play with his cock, smeering the pre-cum across the tip and jerking him slowly in you hand. ''Y/N please no more teasing.'' he begs and you look up at him and smile pulling from his cock. Reaching for your own loincloth you untie it taking it off showing your wet cunt and Norm groaned at the sight, if it wasn't already painfully hard he was now. You straddle him once again and he goes to help you find your entrance before you spoke, ''No! i want to do.'' you hiss making him put his hands down. Sinking down onto his cock made both of you moan until hes balls deep in you.

Your velvety walls feel amazing around him as his cock pulsates inside of you begging for release. You oull yourself up again before smalling yourself back down, digging your nails into Norm as you do this over and over again until a rhythm finally connects.

pa, pa, pa

Could only be heard through the room, your lips connects with hips lips, and then the tip of his cock, hit the spot and you bit down and Norm moaned from the feeling of your canines sinking into his skin. His hands held onto your hips as you bounced. He was moaning, groaning, whimpering anything and everything.

He was covered in bite marks and scratches, he loved it. ''Gonna-gonna cum in you okay.'' was all he said and when he saw you shake your head okay he filled you up, cum spurting into you. fucking it onto him until you feel the bubble in your stomach burst making you hips shutter, toes curls, and nails dig into his shoulders. You slumped over him and wait a second, your chest heaved in and out both of your energies was ran out. You got off of him and laid next to him, ''Norm,'' you said he turned to you him still catching his breath, ''Yes.'' He replied. ''The other day you said 'righteous' what does that mean?'' You ask and there was a moment of silence before Norm laughed. ''What what is funny.'' ''Nothing baby nothing.'' ''Do not laugh at me.''

It was the next day and Jake and neytiri walk into the lab and cover there ears loud music played in the background, ''Sorry I just showed her Ac/Dc.'' He yelled as he turned the music down, though it didn't faze you as you were focused on the radio. Norm turned around and his shirt tugged a little showing a small bite and scratch mark. ''Damn Norm what got you?'' Jake asked pointing at the marks making his face flush. Neytiri looks in at you and then him and then pressing her lips at Norm who only looks at the floor. Jake looks at his mate. ''What?'' he asks cofused before looking at you and then him.

''Holy shi-''

[localemofreak]

Because We’re Only Kissing When We’re Drunk.

(Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader)

Based on this song:

Low-key In Love - The Struts

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Story: You and Joe had always been this ‘friends with benefits’ thing- and you never expected anything more from it, he was there for you and you were there for him- that was that. But one night, Joseph said something in the moment that freaked you out and caused you to run off- and he instantly regretted it.. or did he??..

‼️Warnings‼️: mentions of smut, use of y/n, drinking, slight angst, slight comfort at the end, etc. (if I missed anything please tell me!)

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You and Joseph had been friends for quite a while, well I guess you can consider each other 'friends'

If hanging at each other's houses late at night every week, getting completely shitfaced, then hooking up is considered being 'friends' then yeah- you guys are friends..

Really good friends.

To be honest- you guys are totally a 'friends with benefits' thing, but you just both hate that word so much- it makes things seem weirder than they already are.

It started off with one night, your now ex just dumped you- you wanted to distract yourself.

Who better to go to then the first man you called to hang out, Mr Joseph Quinn himself.

It started off as a regular hangout, you crying on his shoulder as he consoled you, you both had a few drinks- then things escalated there.

All that you could remember was waking up, naked in his bed- the shower was running because Joe was in there and you used that moment to escape as quickly as you could.

After that night, things changed.

Soon it became once every few months, to once a month, to a couple times a month-

Now you or him were at each other's houses, hooking up on the couch once a week if not a couple times more.

But neither of you were complaining- and neither of you had feelings for each other.

It was more of a way to escape everything, to just let all the stress of the week fall out.

Through drinks and steamy, naked make-out sessions.

But this time- things were different.

It was a late, Friday night- Joe had texted you telling you how much of a stressful week he's had with work and everything.

Being the good 'friend' you were- you obviously headed over to his place to help him get rid of the stress.

Then it happened.

You were both in his bedroom, he was leaning back against his headboard, you were on his lap- you two were basically just eating each other's faces up.

Nobody and nothing could stop you both at this moment.

the sounds of lips smacking with small hums and groans, the feeling of hot breath on both your lips mixed with the hands roaming- both of you were just locked in the whole steamy moment.

Then it just fell from his lips.

"Fuck darling- I love you so much."

He moaned it out against your lips as his hands were gripping onto your waist and your ass.

Your eyes just quickly shot open at the moment, causing you to freeze-

He didn't just say that did he?- but he did.

It took a moment to noticed you stopped kissing as his eyes slowly fluttered open, his soft brown doe eyes revealing themselves.

You watched as his eyes widened, realizing what he said.

You both never thought you had feelings for each other, at least you didn't think he had feelings for you- you always would agree that this was strictly friendship only.

But apparently Joseph didn't think that way- and you weren't gonna lie, neither did you- but you never said anything.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry-" he said, only to get caught off by you.

"I should uh, I should probably get going-" you said, just pretty much in shock at what he said as you quickly climbed off his lap and got off the bed.

"Wait- y/n, darling-" he said, his smooth British accent running through your ears as he quickly stood up from the bed as well.

You just quickly shook your head, keeping your gaze down as you quickly grabbed your shoes and sped out the bedroom.

"I'll- I'll call you Joe.. okay?" You said, quickly grabbing your bag while he followed you, and you refused to meet his gaze.

"Wait let me explain please-" he said, but before anything else could happen- you had left, slamming the door behind you to get to your flat as quickly as possible…

As soon as you got to your flat, you started freaking out.

He loved you?!?! No- that's not possible, you guys are just friends- hell, you guys are just fuck buddies!

You weren't freaking out in a negative way- more like in a "holy shit" way.

You never really thought about having feelings for Joe-

of course there would be moments where you would look into his eyes, noticing how pretty they truly were.

Or how hot his messy curls looked in the morning after a wild night-

Or how that little slutty chain would dangle from his neck as he hovered over you.

Oh fuck it- he was hot as shit, and you liked him.

But it was just such a shock for him to actually like you back… but what if he didn't?-

Maybe it was just an 'in the moment' thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl-

Soon all these thoughts were cut off by a loud knock on your front door.

You jumped at the sound, instantly knowing who it was- and you didn't want to answer it.

"Y/n, love- are you home?.." Joseph's beautiful voice rang out through your wooden door.

You just stood in your living room, staring at the door as he continued to knock on it- obviously eager to talk to you.

Soon enough of just standing there, silently panicking to yourself, you just sucked up the courage to go answer the door.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you headed over to the door, your hand resting on the doorknob before you turned it open.

Your eyes were instantly met with his worried brown doe eyes-

He looked anxious, nervous, like he felt like he fucked up big time- which he did feel.

Your eyes moved down to look at his outfit- he was wearing some pretty good looking flared jeans, a nice button down shirt and his brown leather jacket over it, his hands resting in his pocket as he stood there nervously.

"Can I?.." he said, looking down at you, instantly making eye contact with you.

It was an obvious habit of his with people, making eye contact whenever he talked- just so people knew he was listening to them.

You just quickly broke it, bringing your gaze down to the ground as you gave a small nod, avoiding his gaze once again while he walked into the small flat you owned.

As soon as you noticed his shoes walk onto your wood floors, you slowly closed the front door behind him, continuing to keep your eyes down.

"I- uh, I think we need to talk.." he muttered, his voice soft and smooth as you noticed his feet turn towards you- meaning he was facing you.

"There's nothing to talk about Joe.." you mumbled, your voice quiet as you were too nervous to say anything- afraid that this might be it, the end to everything..

Soon you felt two bulky, firm fingers grip onto your chin, lifting your face up to meet his eyes- which you did.

He had a soft look in his eyes, causing them to sparkle as they looked down into yours- god he was perfect.

You two just stood for a while, admiring each other while feeling your lips slowly move more and more closer together.

"You’re right.. maybe there isn't any words to say.." you heard him whisper, his voice was so soft as it ran through your ears.

You could feel his breath on your lips as his face basically hovered over yours, causing a small chill to run down your spine.

Finally- his lips were pressed against yours, and you leaned into the soft but passionate kiss.

Both your eyes fluttered shut as you stood there, his hand holding your face firmly.

After standing there, slowly but passionately kissing him, you slowly pulled away- your eyes opening to meet his which were so close to yours.

"I love you too Joe.."

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Two: Chamomile

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Historia said as you walked down the steps to her apartment.

“I’m positive. I’m a big girl, I can do this.” You reassure her.

“Just because you’re 28 doesn’t mean you have to leave us!!” She pouted.

“You act like I’m going to war. I’m a text away!” You wave as Ymir placed her hand on Historia’s shoulder.

“She just feels protective of you like I do.” Ymir pulled you into a hug.

“You have never hugged me this much before.” You fake winced as the girls wrapped their arms around you.

“Movie night soon.” Ymir said as a matte black Range Rover pulled up to the curb.

“Holy shit.” Ymir gawked at the car. You turned as the passenger window slowly slid down, revealing Levi Ackerman himself.

You pull your tote bag over your shoulder and wave bye to the girls. As you reach for the door handle, you feel a tight grip on your wrist.

“Let me.” Levi let go of you and opened the door. How did he get next to you so fast?

He glanced at your former roommates quickly before getting in the driver’s seat.

Levi studied you for a moment before speaking. “You really only have 1 bag?”

“All I need is in here.” You tap your tote bag. “I’m a simple woman.”

Levi nods as he pulls away from the curb. You watch as his arm stretches out to the wheel, his right hand resting on his thigh. You take note of how plump his thighs look, even in black jeans.

“Stop staring.” Levi interrupted your thoughts.

“Sorry, Mr. Ackerman. I’ve never been in a car this nice before.” You lie as you look out the window.

“Call me Levi.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“It’s gonna be annoying if you keep saying ‘Mr. Ackerman’ every time you say anything. Plus it sounds like you’re talking to my uncle. Yes, call me Levi.”

Levi pulls his car up to a gate. “Levi.” He says into the speaker.

“Mr. Ackerman! Good morning!”

Levi says nothing. The gate opens and he proceeds to his… mansion.

Because this for damn sure is not a house.

The house is painted a dark grey, close to Levi’s eye color. The roof is black and the plants surrounding are well kept. You see an empty garden spot which piques your interest.

“You garden?” You ask as Levi opens the door for you.

“Sometimes. I have professionals clean it up, but it’s a nice way for me to de-stress.” Levi offers his hand to you. His hands are large accompanied by long fingers. You take his hand gently, feeling his pillow soft skin on yours.

“What are you gonna put here?”

“Not sure yet.” Levi shrugged. “Let me get your bag.” He held out his arm.

“I can carry it, sir.”

“Stop calling me sir. Give me your bag. I’m not asking.”

You hand Levi your tote bag as he fumbles with his keys. When he opens the door, you’re amazed.

The house seems like it’s never ending. It’s clean, almost too clean. As if a speck of dust has never been in this home. The color scheme is mostly neutrals and there was obviously an interior decorator that worked here.

Levi lead you up the stairs to the room that you would be sleeping in.

“I hope it’s up to your standards. I had new sheets put on this morning. You have a dresser, desk, TV, and a big closet.”

“My standards are pretty low.” You chuckle and look at Levi. But he doesn’t laugh. “I’m just kidding.”

Levi nods, setting your bag on the desk chair. “I’ll leave you to settling in. Let me know if you need anything.”

You watch Levi leave the room, the hand that was previously wrapped around your wrist only minutes ago was now closing the door softly behind him.

The room is basic: a queen sized bed with white sheets and blankets, a neutral rug, a flat screen TV, a dresser, and a sleek white desk. You smile to yourself as you think about making this room your home. You haven’t been able to decorate any space you were occupying. Even when you lived with your parents, you felt like those homes were never yours.

You unpacked your tote bag and settled into your new space. You grazed your hand over the sheets - they’re definitely expensive. They feel expensive. You turn your attention to your nightstand where you placed a moon shaped crystal that Alexis got you a couple of years ago. You have no idea where she got it, but it was from her, so you kept it.

You heard a light knock at your door, startling you a bit.

“Come in.” You say softly.

“Just wanted to make sure you settled in ok.” Levi looked around. “It still looks like when you walked in.”

“I told you I don’t have a lot of stuff.”

“Do you have clothes? Shoes?”

You look down at the outfit you have on. “I have a couple of other professional outfits but that’s it.”

Levi raised his right eyebrow as he analyzed your face. He wondered where you came from. Why you have nothing.

“I’ll take you shopping.” Levi cleared his throat. “We can go tomorrow. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I appreciate it, but I can go shopping after my first check.”

“That wasn’t a question. I wasn’t asking you if you wanted to go. I’m telling you that we’re going. You should stop assuming I’m ever asking you anything. You’ll know when I have a question.”

“Okay.” You nod.

“Are you hungry?”

You ponder his question because you don’t want to seem too… needy. Food was always a delicacy in your house because your parens would rather spend money on drugs.

“Hello?” Levi waved his hand in your face.

“I-Um, yes I am.”

“I’m starting dinner now and brewing some tea. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

“You cook for yourself?” You perk up. You never knew how to cook, even though you’ve tried various recipes from Pinterest. “I would’ve thought you had a chef.”

“I don’t like having people do shit for me. I don’t like owing anyone anything.” Levi closed the door behind him softly again.

You watched the back of his head as he exited the room, his undercut fresh. He must’ve gotten his hair cut this morning before he picked you up.

As you drift into your thoughts, you smell chamomile tea brewing in the kitchen.

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ ２０ － Ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ

－ Eastside - Insomniac!Miles Morales - Insomniac's Spiderman 2

－ In which Miles is usually the one to flake out on plans; so he's curious as to why all of a sudden it's so hard to get you on the phone.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“We’re sorry, but the person you have called is unavailable at the moment. Please leave a message after the tone-”

Miles sucks his teeth after hearing the same automated message for the umpteenth time. Though he tried to keep the look of disappointment from gracing his face, the huff that left his lips was enough for Ganke to determine something was wrong.

“Did they answer?”

Miles shakes his head, “No dice.”

It’s been like that the past few weeks - plans would be made, but without warning, you’d go no contact with no prior reason as to why. At first, the gang just chalked it up to stress from school - it was very possible considering Visions wasn’t your average STEM highschool in Brooklyn. But the more it happened, the more Miles had begun to question that conclusion.

“What’s this, like, the third time in the past month?” Ganke sighs. “Should we, like, check up on them?”

Miles pockets his phone, nodding in response to Ganke’s suggestion. “Yeah, I’ll swing by.”

And swing by he did, after changing out of his red hoodie and green jacket and into his black and red Spider Suit. It didn’t take long for him to arrive at your apartment building on the Eastside, hanging just outside your window adjacent to the fire escape. He had made a move to knock on the glass, asking for entry, but he stopped mid-way when he saw what you were doing.

You sat at your desk, laptop open and phone propped up, apparently on a video call with Hailey. Though the window muffled your voice, he could make out what was being signed through the glass barrier.

“I wanted to go today, I really did, but I just couldn’t.”

‘Did you at least give them an excuse this time?’

“No, I wasn’t even thinking about that.”

‘Girl! When are you gonna tell him? This slow-burn is getting to be a bit agonizing over here!’

Slow-burn? What did Hailey mean by that? Your laugh breaks him from his thoughts, as he squints a bit harder to get a better look at the words your hands are formulating.

“What would I even say? ‘Hey Miles, sorry I’ve been bailing on you and the gang lately, I just have this massive crush on you that prevents me from even looking at you without feeling like I’ll die’?”

‘Well…that’s one way to say it.’

Crush. The word rang in his head like a loud bell, so harshly it almost made his head hurt. Miles’ body grew hot with an unknown emotion; was it anxiety? Embarrassment? Suddenly a lot of your actions made sense. Not answering calls, being exceptionally late to answering texts, the inability to make eye contact…

So caught up in his head, the young hero began to lose grip in his fingers that attached him to the brick building. Before he could reinstate the touch, Miles lost his handling and fell onto the metal fire escape, the loud thud ringing out with a loud hum for what felt like forever. A dull ache spread throughout back, a low groan leaving his lips in the process.

When he’d opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was you, surprised, with a hint of disbelief in your face; “Miles, what the hell?”

Shit, he thought. Despite his side-gig as Spiderman, he couldn’t seem to come up with a lie quick enough to cover up the fact that he had, in fact, been low-key spying on you.

“Are you okay?”

“I- uh-”

“How long have you been out here?”

“No! I- uh…was just swinging by…?”

Because what else do you say when you find out your good friend for years has a crush on you?

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

[meosq]

BOYFRIEND IZANA

“말해줘, say it back, oh, say it, ditto”

warnings ; fem!reader violence kinda sexual.

Genre ; fluff

— Izana is the type of guy who only has a soft spot for you and Kakucho (which he refuses to acknowledge), low-key so funny to see the switch up happen so easily

“Fuck off, you guys are useless” izana states as he kicks his subordinates while kissing his teeth.

“ cant do anything-“

“ hi zana! I missed you today”

“Hi sweetheart, do you want to go get dinner” ignoring the groans from the floor.

“Oh of course!”

— not surprising, but Izana is pretty well off. I mean look at his gang.. you telling me he isnt loaded??

“Hey sweetheart, got you that dress you was eyeing up! “

“Zana.. wasnt it like 60,000¥…”

“So?…”

—like Mikey, this dude is lowkey a stalker… especially before you guys where together. He watched you closely and made sure noone hurt you.. ( also made sure anyone who confessed wouldnt see you again. )

— even after getting together the stalking wouldn’t stop , (unless told too) cause i mean it kind off made you safer knowing he was basically helping you stay safe without bothering you too much

“Babe i can literally see you, if you’re gonna follow me at least hold my hand..”

— Bae is literally WHIPPED , no matter how you guys met he either fell in love first sight or you fell first but he fell harder..

“Love you sweeetiieeeee!! Love you love you love you-“

“Okay zana we get it, love you too! “

— He may look like the type to hate PDA.. but not going to lie…. He fucks with it so hard. You’re telling me he isn’t gonna have a make-out session in a restaurant cause you called him hot??

“B-babe were in publi-“

“So? Dont care , theyre just going to have to enjoy the show. Plus you taste to good”

— This demon isn’t afraid of embarrassing you in public for his own pleasure, whether that be slapping your ass or grinding on you when walking past you.

“ow!” You jumped. “Zana stop , you cant keep doing this.. im literally trying to order a pizza on the phone man”

“sorryyyy… you’re ass looked too good hehe”

— To be honest, hes a pretty private guy so dont blame him when the gang doesnt even know he has a gf .

“Boss, i have this girl for you she’s beautiful-“

“No”

“Why? You always say no, maybe just this once?”

“Ive got a girlfriend.”

“what.”

“yeah? Did you not know”

“NO WHAT??”

“Oh ahaha”

-kiyo

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 1

Crosshair: *closes a cabinet*  *a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*  Omega: What was that?  Crosshair: The sound of someone else's problem. 

Crosshair: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.  Echo: I witnessed the dumb stuff.  Tech: I recorded the dumb stuff.  Wrecker: I joined you in the dumb stuff.  Hunter: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF! 

Omega: Who the fuck-  Echo: Language!  Omega: Whom the fuck-  Echo: No.

Wrecker: Where are your parents?  Omega: What are parents?  Wrecker: That’s just about the saddest thing I ever heard get said. 

Echo: Never gonna make you cry! Wrecker: Never gonna say goodbye! Echo: Never gonna tell a lie— Crosshair: I will hurt you.

Hunter: Where’s Crosshair?  Tech: Doing stuff.  Hunter: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Echo?  Tech: Trying to stop Crosshair from doing the stuff.  Hunter: And Wrecker?  Tech: Trying to stop Echo from stopping Crosshair from doing the stuff.  Hunter: I see. And what are you doing here, Tech?  Tech: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Wrecker from stopping Echo from stopping Crosshair from doing the stuff.

Hunter: Do crabs think people walk sideways?  Crosshair: ...Hunter, what the hell.

Echo: Are you trying to give me a fucking aneurysm?

Hunter: Pretty sure we all are.

Omega: I wasn't.

Wrecker: I was.

Tech: I was trying to stop them, for your consideration.

Crosshair: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

Omega: Can we go to a haunted house?  Crosshair: What’s wrong with the one we live in?  Omega: Wh-what?  Crosshair: Goodnight, Omega.

Hunter: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.  Hunter: One... two... three.  Crosshair: ...  Hunter: ...  Hunter: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

Omega: Many people are mildly dehydrated and don’t realize it. You should drink at least six glasses of water per day.

Hunter: No, eight glasses!

Wrecker: I heard ten.

Crosshair: You need to drink at least five glasses of water per minute.

later…

Tech: Okay, I just read through every study I could find to try to figure out whether low-grade dehydration is even a real thing.

Omega: What did you learn?

Tech: If you spend all day doing research and forget to eat or drink, you start to feel pretty bad.

Hunter: I’ll get some water.

Tech: But how many glas–whoa, feeling dizzy.

Echo: Maybe you should just drink straight from the tap.

Tech: Hunter, we tried things your way.  Hunter: No, we didn't.  Tech: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*  Hunter: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.  Tech: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.  Crosshair: if you want information it is  Omega: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

Tech: Can you pass the salt?  Crosshair: Can you pass away?  Tech: Too much salt.

Echo: That’s the key slice of truth we need to complete the entire truth pie.  Wrecker: Ooh, can we get some actual pie?  Echo: I like the way you think.

Hunter: I feel like Wrecker is looking down on me.  Crosshair: That’s because he’s on the counter and you’re short. 

*The Squad is playing Chess*  Tech: *easily beats everyone because they know how to play*  Echo: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*  Hunter: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*  Wrecker: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*  Crosshair: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.  Omega: They named a board game after cheese? 

Echo: I'll offer you some friendly advice-  Crosshair: I don't want your advice.  Echo: Well, then consider it unfriendly advice.

Hunter, skipping rocks on a lake with Wrecker: It’s such a beautiful evening.  Wrecker: Yeah, it is.  Wrecker: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake. 

Echo: So I’m the only one around here who can clean up, huh? You can't even lift a finger?  Crosshair: Do I get to pick the finger? 

Hunter: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime.  Crosshair: I like how this is a "fun" fact.  Tech: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you. 

Tech: I just watched Crosshair jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt that badly. But the whole time, Wrecker was screaming for help, which caused Hunter to run in to help Crosshair. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes. 

*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*  Omega: I will not let you down.  Wrecker: Sounds fun.  Crosshair: K.  Echo: No, I'm fucking not.  Hunter: Do I have to be?  Tech: Please god, I am so tired. 

Hunter: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.  Echo: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?  Hunter: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar. 

Echo: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way. 

Wrecker: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*  Tech: Wrecker, what did you think a tiger shark was? 

Tech, to Omega: If you see Wrecker, give him this message *makes a neutral face*  Tech: He’ll know what it means.  *later*  Omega: oh, and Tech said to give you a message.  Omega: *makes a neutral face*  Wrecker: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure. 

Crosshair: What do you guys do when you're stressed?  Omega: Try and calm myself down!  Echo: Sleep.  Hunter: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out.  Tech: I don't. 

Hunter: I am convinced Crosshair and Wrecker share a brain cell.  Echo: And it's not in use very often, it seems.

Wrecker: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL-  Echo: CAN'T WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!

Rex, walking into his house: Hello, people who do not live here.  Hunter: Hey.  Wrecker: Hi.  Tech: Hello.  Omega: Hey!  Rex: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!  Echo: We were out of Doritos. 

[fillmewithcum]

I know you're bi, but where do you lie on the Kinsey scale? I'd love to see that more varied appreciation on your blog! I know it might be largely due to the asks but it seems very M/F focused

I can't tell if I'm weird for being low key kinda offended by this? ig you're just hitting the "you're not actively fucking a woman so you're not actually bi" button

but yeah I initially went to respond to this by informing you that there are WAY more straight men on this site (especially when you have harder kinks like me) and explaining my interactions with women in dms and the nuances of trying to express being into hot trans ppl without seeming like a weird chaser but tbh I don't think I owe anyone that explanation!

this blog is explicitly things I get off on, minus a lot of actual explicit images that would get me banned. the whole point is that it's just me telling you exactly what makes me wet. if I'm online I'm usually touching myself.

if I start trying to show "varied appreciation" it's gonna be fake. if you want me to talk about fucking girls then be a girl and send me messages about fucking me. if you want more varied appreciation on your dash then follow other people♡

[arrowmoose]

The Fall Excerpt #1

An excerpt from my WIP story The Fall. It’s not the most polished, but any comments or constructive criticism is welcomed!

BACKGROUND: Walsh meets with Cameron after Christmas break to apologize for all that he’s done.

**TW: Implications of abuse**

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      IT WAS dusk when Cameron showed up in the sludgy, deserted parking lot, pulling up in a silver 2007 Ford Cobalt that shuddered every time he turned it off and on. He parked across from me, a few spaces to my left, got out, and stood next to his slightly dented driver’s side door. He wore a heavy, black down coat over a hoodie, with worn blue jeans, and scuffed and soiled tan timberlands. My eyes reached his face, and everything seemed healed save for a yellow, now slightly crooked nose. His blonde hair was parted to the left, but the chilly wind that blew gently that night pushed his hair to the middle of his forehead and mussed up what order it had. His cheeks were blotched red from the cold, and his lips were slightly parted in order to gulp in the thin air. The bright blue eyes that had looked at me with such emotion before were grayed by the oncoming night, and he stared at me with a hardened expression. But I could see by his gently furrowed eyebrows and the way he toyed with his keys in his pocket that he had been more than ready for this. He had a sharp look in his eye that knew why I had told him to meet here.

      We stood in silence for a moment that felt like forever and a day, studying each other motionlessly. Even after all the practice and reciting I had done leading up to this point, I still hesitated. I hesitated, even when the proof was more than concrete. Everything I had read, everything he had said——it was truth.

      And yet, a small devil on my back spoke lies into my ear. The lies that he was still feigning innocence, that Natalie could’ve been confused, or making everything up to save her own skin. The lie that everything that I now know to be true is in fact just a well-fabricated hoax.

      I kept opening and closing my mouth as I looked at him, trying to find the right way to start everything I had to say to him. Everything I had to apologize for. Why was this so hard?

      “Well? You gonna say something or what?” Cameron called at me. His voice inflected annoyance, but I could tell he was becoming more and more contused with each passing moment of my silence. I searched his face for a moment longer before shoving my hands in my coat pockets and making my way closer to him. I stopped in front of the nose of his car, staring at him one more time before hanging my head and looking at my boots in shame.

      I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke in a low voice that cracked the longer I went on. “I…I’m sorry. And I know sorry won’t cut it, but…what I did to you was awful. I was awful. I…I have no excuse for what I did. You don’t have to forgive me. I’m…I’m so fucking sorry, man.”

      I looked back up at him, and I could feel my eyes burn from more than just the cold. I shivered as I stood there like a dog with his tail between his legs, waiting for him to say something, anything.

      I could see in his visage that he was fighting for a response and yet——

      There it was again.

      Empathy.

      Following what seemed to be an internal battle, he spoke slowly. “It’s…going to take me a while to accept that, you know.” 

      I nodded solemnly and looked to the icy sludge under my feet again.

      “But… do you understand now? Everything I’ve been trying to tell you?” He leaned forwards earnestly, trying to catch my gaze. I raised my head, and I could feel a hot tear slip down my cheek as I clenched my jaw and nodded, more vigorously this time. I stared deep into those eyes. They were filled with such pain, such hurt. But it confused me——it wasn’t pain that I had caused. 

      After a deciphered moment of culmination, derived from all of what Natalie had written and the silent implications from Cameron, I finally understood. I couldn’t help but smile through my trembling lower lip, and another burning tear singed my cheek. Empathy, empathy. And now I understood why.

       “She was a bitch, huh?”

[analog-mothman]

Spotted On Sixam

Listen, earlier this week was rough, and mistakes were made.

I could have been reasonable and just deleted all of the old posts off of my old blog, but there was a lot of baggage with it and low key the girl who started it kind of sucked and was going through some things.

But we're all about self-growth here and sometimes self-growth is deleting your Tumblr account in the middle of an ongoing panic attack because someone said mean things and honestly it's Tumblr's fault for being such an easy social media to delete; we love that for her.

j/k

But seriously. I'm sorry for disappearing, but no real ragrets™ except for I kind of like this hellsite actually.

I'm going to take the next week or so to recoup and go through the content I made; sort what's worthy of relinking and what I will officially disown to a SFS folder like most of my clay hairs ew.

I'm not sure how active I'm going to be here. I'm sorting out if I want to use the main blog for my sims shit or confine it to a side blog and just be a hot mess over here. I'll figure it out.

Also, feel free to still tag old cc @spottedonsixam. That's still technically me; my husband is the best and most supportive partner and saved the url if I wanted it back. But I think new blog, new me.

I'm sorry if I worried anyone. Not gonna lie, I worried myself. But once I'm feeling better, I think I'm going to take this as a fresh start to try to get more engaged in the community.

I joined Simblr originally as a distraction for a lot of things going on in my personal life, so my old blog held a lot of resulting baggage. And idk if I'm going to allow anon asks for a while.

Anyway, I'm done rambling. I dunno if I should sign this like a letter or not.

Eh fuck it,

Nykteia

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 14)

Danny Wagner X Fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

warnings: blood, unprotected sex, impact play, biting, crying, talk of abusive ex. I think thats it for this one, please let me know if I forgot any!

Rose's POV

The door closed behind us and Josh dragged me further down the street and around a corner.

"Josh, you have to go back and get Danny out of there, please" I rushed out,

"Rose, I'm worried about you right now, are you alright?" He asked urgently as he looked me over,

"Yes, yes. I'm fine! Go back and get Danny out of the bar, Aaron's dad is a cop and I don't want Danny getting arrested if he shows up." He stared at me still contemplating my request, "Josh! I'm fine! Please go," I said pushing him around the corner.

He took off back towards the bar, I watched from around the side of the building as he disappeared into the doorway. I hid back around the corner and anxiously crossed my arms over my chest, essentially hugging myself. I decided me and him should probably leave asap so I ordered an uber, hoping it would be here soon. After a few minutes I heard footsteps approaching, and I froze, holding my breath.

"Danny!" I said as I saw his tall figure appear, I ran over and wrapped my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back,

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, pulling away and tilting my chin up to him,

"Am I alright?” I huffed out, “Danny are you ok?" I pulled out my phone and turned on the light, illuminating his face, I took in a small gasp as I saw blood trickling down his face from his eyebrow and his lip.

"I'll be fine, is it bleeding?" He asked, bringing his hand to his face to prod at the cuts.

"It is," I said as I pulled my sleeve down over my wrist and blotted some of the blood away from his eye. "You didn't kill him did you?"

"No" He let out a small laugh, wincing from the pain it caused his lip, "I wanted to though. Are you sure you're ok, I saw the grip he had on your arm."

"I really am ok.” I assured him, tilting his face to see it better, trying to decide how deep the cuts were. “It's you I'm worried about, your poor mouth and eyebrow....At least he didn't get your beautiful nose" I smiled as I stood on my tip toes and kissed his nose.

"I look better than he does," He smirked at me,

"I believe it, I'm not gonna lie...seeing you like that...protecting me and the way your voice sounded...it was kinda hot," I said with a sheepish smile,

"Oh yeah?" He grinned, eyes going dark

"Yeah, you want to get out of here and take me back to your place?" I whispered, kissing his jaw,

"I'm on a high...If we were to go right now...I-I'd absolutely ruin you." he said in a low gravely voice, sending shivers down my spine, my skin getting hot, I wanted nothing more.

"Promise?" I whispered back, nipping at his ear lobe. I heard him let out a sigh,

"Just remember you asked for it angel," He said as he took my hand. "I'll go get the keys from Sa-"

"I already got an uber, its almost here." I interrupted, tugging him back towards me

"Hmm..you really are in a hurry to get me home aren't you" He pulled me closer as his hands traveled down to my ass. He leaned down and kissed me, not pulling away despite his busted lip. I heard a car pull up and pulled away, peeking around Danny to see our uber had arrived,

"Our car is here," I said as I took his hand and interlaced our fingers, "I'll text the guys that we are leaving." We got into the back seat and Danny's hand instantly found my thigh, rubbing his hand up and down it, occasionally stopping to give it a squeeze,

- Hey, Me and Danny left, he says he's sorry for bailing before loading the equipment back in the van,

Pretty Josh- I'm not worried about that. Are you sure you're ok? I didn't know that guy was such a dick or I would have gotten you out sooner,

-It's ok Josh, don't worry.

Pretty Josh- please text me if you need anything,

- I will <3

I put my phone in my bag and looked over to Danny who was just staring at me hungrily, I leaned over and slowly kissed his cheek dragging my lips down to his jaw, he leaned into it squeezing my thigh tightly.

We pulled up to his apartment and as soon as we were both out of the car and it drove off Danny was throwing me over his shoulder, giving my ass a smack. I bubbled with laughter as I grabbed his hat that was still on my head and held it so it wouldn't fall off. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and grabbed his keys, unlocking the door. As he slipped off his shoes and started down the hallway he spoke,

"Remember your taps, and if you can't touch me say mercy," He said sternly, I felt my heart start racing, with anticipation, adrenaline, excitement.

"Ok," I said as we crossed into his room. He tossed me onto the bed, crawling over me and immediately attacking my lips with his, his tongue pressing into my mouth.

I was grasping at him, feeling like he'd disappear if I let go. He had a strong hold on my hip, pressing me into the mattress as his hips rutted against mine. I moaned into his mouth and suddenly he pulled away and stood, putting his hair in a messy bun. His eyes were dark and the way he was looking at me was sinful.

"Take your clothes off, now." He said as he turned to close the door and lock it. He had never really bossed me around like this and it stirred something within me. Feeling uncharacteristically brave I decided I would tease him just a little.

I got to my feet despite my already shaky legs, and unbuttoned my pants, slowly sliding them down. He faced me, taking off his shirt, then his eyes landed on me- catching my smirk.

He raised a brow as if asking me if I was aware of what I was getting myself into. I just continued, toying with the hem of my sheer shirt before sliding it over my head, painfully slow. He reached for his belt, sliding it out of the loops and tossing it onto the bed. I felt my breath catch in my chest, but I kept my poker face on,

"If I knew any better, I'd say you were teasing me angel," He said as he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them and his boxers down his legs, his cock springing free into the air. I slipped my bralette over my head, "Do you know what happens to bad girls, who tease?" He asked, stepping closer to me and tilting my face to him with his pointer finger.

I shook my head, playing up my doe eyes. His hand dropped from my face and the back of his knuckles slowly brushed down my abdomen. He slipped two fingers into the top of my panties, shocking me to my core when he abruptly ripped them off,

"Bad girls get punished," He whispered into my ear as he tossed my panties down, grabbing my face, "You think that sounds fair?"

I nodded frantically, swallowing hard as my heart continued to race in my chest.

"Get on the bed, ass up." I quickly obliged, swiveling my hips partly as a show for him, and partly for the friction it caused between my thighs. This dominant side of him drove me absolutely wild, and I was so on edge to experience whatever he had in store for me.

"Please touch me," I begged from the bed, looking over my shoulder when I felt the mattress dip behind me. Danny was on his knees behind me,

"Mmm are you sure you want me to touch you?" He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

"Yessss" I whined, and as soon as the word left my lips his hand smacked down hard on my ass, causing me to jolt forward and take in a sharp breath. "Yes what?" He asked, rubbing his hand over the red sensitive skin.

"Sir! Yes-yes sir," I said breathily, gripping the sheets under me to keep me grounded.

"Good girl, now do you want my hand.....or my belt?" He asked, and without a second thought I gave my answer,

"Belt." I turned away, knowing I'd pull away if I saw it coming, just out of reflex. I heard the sound of the buckle clinking as he folded the belt into his hand.

He groaned from somewhere deep in his chest as he ran it down my spine slowly, watching me shiver from the sensation. I held my breath, ready for the impact I was craving at this point.

"You ready?" He asked, giving me and out if I wanted one.

"Mhmm" I was surprised how into this I was, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

It slammed into the round of my ass, the snap of the impact mixed with my guttural moan filling the room. He briefly ran his hand over the welt before applying another blow to my other cheek.

"Fuck.." I groaned, this time I leaning my hips back into him, my legs and arms threatening to give out. He leaned forward, I felt his tip nudging at my entrance for only a split second before he abruptly slipped into me. I gasped as he bottomed out, leaning over me to where his chest became flush with my back, his hand wrapped around me and holding my chest as he steadied his breathing,

"I know Angel, I know" He said before biting into my shoulder and then kissing at the mark he'd left.

He was essentially holding me up at this point. He looped the belt under my hips, then he sat back up on his knees, holding each of the ends like reins, using it to pull me back onto him.

He started thrusting into me relentlessly, I had a death grip on the sheets and my face pressed into his pillow to muffle my moans. I knew at this pace and by how erratic his thrusts were that he wouldn't last much longer, and my legs were trembling as I grew closer to my end.

"You're taking me so well, cum for me" He said in a ragged voice, his praise and the breathy grunts coming from him making me come undone.

"That's it, just like that" he choked out, "So good for me"

He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warmth inside me, his stuttering breaths intoxicating. He tossed the belt onto the floor and gently ran his hands up and down my back as he slowly pulled out. As soon as his hands left me I collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly fucked out. He knelt beside the bed and brushed my hair out of my face gently with a soft smile on his flushed face.

"I'll be right back" He said as he kissed my forehead, pulling the covers over me. I nodded, not sure I could form words right now. He slipped on his boxers and walked out of the door. I was exhausted, I had never experienced anything like that before, and I loved it.

After a moment, Danny walked back into the room. I took in his messy hair and the way the slight sheen of sweat highlighted every curve of muscle,

"Here, take this" He said, pulling me from my thoughts and handing me an aspirin and a bottle of water. He was right, I'd probably need it tomorrow.

"You always take such good care of me babe" I said quietly, sitting up just enough to take the pill. I noticed the dried blood still on his face from his brow and lip. "Will you bring me a wet rag?"

"Of course, I'll be right back." He walked off and came back. He handed it to me and I scooted over, patting the bed so he'd lay beside me. I propped myself on his chest, and watched his face as he realized the rag wasn't for me,

"Can I?" I asked, carefully caressing his face. His eyelids were starting to get heavy, but he nodded.

"Does it hurt?" I asked as I looked closer at it. They weren't deep, but they still looked painful.

"A little, nothing too bad" He replied as he closed his eyes for a moment. I blotted the blood away and tossed the rag into the hamper. Laying my head on his chest I inspected his face again, gently running my fingers over the bruise already forming on his brow bone. I moved my hand lower, just admiring him as I cradled his face with my hand. He turned his head and kissed my palm, "Rose, was that ok?" His eyes opened just a bit, looking down to me

"More than ok," I said as I moved up and kissed him deeply, he grinned as I moved back to my spot on his chest. "But you owe me a new pair of panties." I added, pinching his chest

He giggled, wrapping his arms around me, running his hands through my hair as we both fell asleep.

*******

My eyes remained closed as I held the sheets close to my face. I was so comfy, cuddled up in the sheets in Danny's arms. Our legs where tangled but even just shifting in bed told me he was wise to have me take aspirin. I was sore for more reasons than one. I wasn't complaining, it was worth it and every time I felt the dull soreness it gave me flashbacks to the night we'd had.

"What are you smiling about," I heard and slowly opened my eyes, Danny was peeking down at me through his dark lashes with sleepy eyes. The sun was peeking in through the curtain and gave the room a soft glow.

"You." I said simply, his lips curled into a soft smile as he pulled me tighter to him. I suddenly felt pain that I wasn't expecting in my arm and I hissed in a breath through my teeth.

Danny immediately let go and his eyes opened all the way. I pulled the covers down to reveal the bruise on my arm from where Aaron had grabbed me. I swallowed hard and tried to pull the covers back over it. Danny stopped me, leaning down and kissing it so gently I almost didn't feel it. My throat started stinging as I tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry, I wish I had gotten to you sooner" He said, laying back down next to me, putting a pieced of hair behind my ear before caressing my face.

"It's ok, the bar was really crowded and-"

"I'm not talking about just the bar, I wish I had found you sooner." He said, carefully pulling me closer, his lips pressing a kiss to my forehead and lingering there.

"I wish you had found me sooner too" I choked out before tears welled in my eyes. He held me close, rubbing my back as I sobbed. I thought I had moved on from this, but last night had stirred up old memories.

"You're safe, I'm never going to let anything happen to you like that again Rose." He said in a calming voice, "You deserve so much more than how he treated you. You're beautiful, and smart and kind and just-You don't deserve what he put you through. I plan on filling your life with so many new good memories that the bad ones fade away."

I pulled away and stared at him in disbelief, all he had just said, he was amazing. I felt my stomach flip as I realized what I was feeling, what I had to say, needed to say.

"I-I love you" I said, heart beating out of my chest.

He looked at me, his deep brown eyes going wide,

"I'm sorry it's so early I shouldn't hav-" I started rambling, he interrupted me, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

"I love you too."

[greenand-blue]

Incorrect quotes but it’s things that have actually been said by myself and my friends and it’s mostly out of context (and for swim reason it’s mostly Martin)

***

Martin: I want you to take one look at these tits and tell me if you think I can do math.

***

Chris, deliriously tired: Motorcycle nyoom make brain go brr

Martin, equally as tired: Ye

***

Martin: Maybe if I practice in a pool with no waves, I'll figure out how to swim and breathe at the same time.

***

Chris, bringing home a new creature: Would you like to see what my son can do?

***

Chris: Is every girl actually crazy for a sharply dressed man? Or is this yet another lie told by society to make men feel insecure and inferior to those who can afford good clothing?

***

Martin: That was low key poggers.

***

Aviva: It’s so hot

Martin: I misheard that at first and thought you said “I’m so hot”. I was gonna say “strange thing to say but I like your confidence”

***

Jimmy, sneezing his head off: Alright, who changed the FUCKING laundry soap?!

[araccoonthatlikesmurder]

A Warm Forested Heart Is The Best Place For A Firefox To Live

This is a Tumblr(they/it) x Firefox(he/him) fanfic and that is all you need to know

Notes: It’s way too fucking late for this shitttt bro

Warnings: If anyone even DARES to fucking ask for a sequel I will write them having the sloppiest makeout session of your lifetime and I will NOT regret it (genuinely)

Word count: Kung Pow Penis

@staff as many times as you can and reblog vigorously to give a trans person 1 dollar, steal 1 dollar from a terf’s bank account, plant a tree, and fire a cop for each reblog.

Firefox was clacking away on his old computer once again, doing some more late night overtime. He sat there in silence, clacking the keys over and over, sentences and sentences, as per usual. It’s always like this, day in and day out, aggressively trying to get that 3% raise just for his own dreams.

Sometimes he wonders if it’s all worth it, selling his life for another 3%. If he wants to live his life free from the shackles of work and the 9-5. If he wants to explore himself and who he is on the inside.

“Yes you dumbass,” Firefox said to himself.

“This is all for the money. That’s what this entire thing was for. You will start that business. You will create that browser. You will not stoop as low as your bosses have. And you will be happy. You will make a wonderful browser and it will be worth it.”

But some part of him had doubt over it. He may get a slightly handsome amount per year, but how much longer will that hold? How much longer will he hold? He knows from their various conversations that they’re worried about him.

He continued quietly monologging to himself for a few minutes, reminding himself of the real prize.

An internet browser worth using, one that won’t steal data or cheat or lie or anything like that.

User based site for users.

As it should be.

Then, he heard the classic noises of the love of his life. A strong, yet carefree rhythm or footsteps, coming right down the hall from the kitchen to the office. The chaotic scent was in the air, along with the scent of something delectable. After just a few more steps, Firefox’s darling partner in crime, Tumblr came through the door in a dark red bathrobe and 20 dollar biggie cheese neck pillow.

Describing Tumblr as handsome would be underestimated. They were absolutely drop-dead ugly. They look like a pathetic little cat on the side of the highway. They look absolutely fucking worthless, and that’s what made them so irresistible. They were a mess and it’s beautiful.

Tumblr set down a tray of nice hot chocolate, a slice of hand baked, hand picked pumpkin pie, and an unopened can of jellied cranberry sauce on the side table next to Firefox’s desk, the smell filling the room.

“Babe, it’s pretty late. Come have a break and get some sleep.” Tumblr stated whilst twirling their dark blue locks.

“I know it’s late, but I have to get this raise. I have to.” Firefox said while clicking away on the keyboard.

“If you continue this, you’re gonna be drier than creepy pikachu guy.”

That alone made Firefox’s head turn 160 degrees to see that his partner was already in their bedroom across the hall, waiting patiently for Firefox to join it.

He contemplated the pros and cons of joining them in bed inside his head. It’s already so late…but he has to complete

Firefox saved his work and shut his computer down, carefully took the tray into the bedroom, and sat himself down on the bed next to his beautiful partner. The food was pretty encapsulating, even though they still had to open the cranberry sauce

[squishycheekanon]

Watching Beauty and the Beast and not gonna lie, Gaston is low key hot.