#makes noises humself

[muscosus]

killing my self. i'm killing myself so hard rn.

[spitinsideme]

hihihihihihihiiiii !!!

most memorable highschool moment?

woah !!! personal questions ahoit me !!! i love them i feel lime im on a talkshhow

i have like .. SO MANY high school memories and mosr od them are sas and embarassing in a funny silly way bwcause i had no friends AND zero social skills AND ALSO i donr understand social cues and am overall just rrally bad at talking and everyrhinf ... i lesrnt origami to make friends because i thoufh "hey, if i make people origami animals, theyll be friends with me !!!" whixh didnt work ! so j nlw can make like really intricate detailed oragamis by memory ! also the same with juggglong whixh i can do now ! dodnr get me any frienxs thoufh

ANYWAYS THE STORY !!!! i have a habit of falling over everyrhing and everyrhinf because one, my school shoes didnt fit and i didnt bother to get new shoes since it was my last year and two, i wear huge fucjing platform shoes wore like thise mary jane platform shoes to school so youknow falling is mkre likely with me. i was walking home in a new path because i has to fo to the dentist and i wasnt looking down, and si i fell. but i didnt just fall. i had a school uniform which came wirh a skirr, and as i fell my skirt FLEW up into the air i looked like i came out from a scene made for fanservice i looked like i was going to say KYAAA !!!! in a high pitced voice my skirt flew UP in a way self diagnksed weebs wpukd moan and grunt over do you get me ? i had nothing but oants on undeneath, and god humself wouldnt be able to xounr how many people there were behind me becaude it was badically half the fuxking school taking that same road. i showed my ass to everyone. whenever i fall i also alwyas make a noise, bur nor a normal OOOH !!! noise bur a fucking cartoonish ass tom and jerrys sound.

i fell down, ass up, skirt flyong, pants showing, and i yelled out loud "yeeEEOWCHIE !!!!!". and eveeyone hesrd me. everythinf fell ot of my pockets but i didnt look back ir was like a scene from james bond bur instead of wlaking away from explosions i was walking away from embarassmenr. my keys, earphones, charger, pen, pencil, had fallen onto the floor on my descent to the floor in an anime girl style and a mickey mouse voice. and thats nkt even the msot embarassing moment of my life. i gave the kids behind me a SHOW

[reidscanehand]

don’t you dare

Based on an anonymous request for prompt 28. 

Thank you for this request! xx

Prompts:

28. "You know there are people out there who love you. I do."

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem! Reader

Category: Angsty Fluff

TW: Insecurity, anxiety, mentions of Spencer putting humself in danger

Word Count: 1690

Another story/diary entry about my anxieties as told via the character of Spencer Reid. Enjoy! xx 

Spencer knew he was in trouble. He’d known he was in trouble from the moment he’d heard your breath hitch as he’d moved to take off his kevlar. Since that moment there’s been an unresolved silence between the two of you.

Well, not exactly silence. Far worse and more foreboding than silence. Not a silence, no, but a tension punctuated by hitched breaths, swallowed feelings, and muffled sighs to avoid tears and arguments. Bitten back arguments with such an intense snap that, were it more than hyperbole, it would shatter diamonds. No, Spencer would happily take silence over this tension any day. Any fucking day.

He knows you’re upset. He can even admit that you have reason to be. You’d asked him - borderline begged him - after the last time he’d put himself in danger (an embarrassingly recent occurrence) to please stop doing that. You’d cried and he’d cried because you’d cried. He could cry now. Because he’d never felt a need to keep himself safe. And allowing himself into that mental space also opened him to an idea he’d never dared to hope for: the idea of being cared for. In his heart, he knew that, when she could remember him, his mother cares for him. But, other than that, he didn’t allow himself that sort of vulnerability. That sort of hope. It felt unwise, wishful, and even stupid at times to aspire to affection like that.

Because surely, surely you couldn’t feel the way he feels about you. Surely not. No one...no one could ever feel for him how he feels about you. Because, as much as he’s tried to deny it - to Derek, to Emily, to Penelope, to JJ, even to Hotch and Rossi, and, especially, to himself - Spencer is head over heels in love with you and he doubts he’ll ever be able to stop. He’s loved you for an embarrassingly long time, and his love, like fine wine, seemed to only grow sweeter and richer with age. 

From the moment he’d met you, he’d felt something. Something different burrowing its way into his heart; something soft and kind breaking down the jaded barricades built by years of self-deprecation, pain, and disappointment. Spencer is a genius and he knew - he knew - from the moment he first felt the twinges of it panging through the caverns of his chest, that what he was feeling was love. He didn’t deserve yours in return; you’re far too good for him, truly. He’d set about, in a rather dramatic manner, really, of allowing himself the pain of unrequited love. Surely, it’s closer to what he actually deserved. 

From his seat on the jet, he can see you fully, but you’d have to turn your head to look at him. Quite a bit, too; he doubts he’s even in your periphery. The hum of the jet is now the only sound aside from his own thoughts, that and the accompaniment of the gentle, even breathing of the rest of the team, all sleeping off the case around the jet. Even Hotch, the perpetual worker, had nodded off at some point. You’re not asleep, though. You’d been reading a while ago, a book he’d recommended to you, actually, but you’d abandoned it in favor of staring out the window. That was nearly two hours ago now. 

You should sleep. He should too. He argues with himself internally for only a moment before standing and crossing to you. If you hear him shuffling towards you, you don’t indicate it at all, still unmoving from your position. It makes it far more intimidating than he already thought it might be, approaching you, surrounded by silence. Though, again, it isn’t a silence. It is a harrowing void surrounded by the rumble of an engine and sleeping noises of teammates. Spencer feels as though he has tunnel hearing, the tempest only growing louder and louder as he approaches your seat. 

“Hi,” he whispers, breaking the nearly silent cacophony. He sees your back muscles clench for the briefest of moments. 

You don’t look at him, “Hi.” 

“May I sit?” he asks awkwardly, his brain working so hard to telepathically implore you to look at him that it almost hurts. You answer with a shrug and he takes the seat next to you. The excruciating clamor of his own anxiety accompanied by your now uneasy breathing is somehow worse than the nerve-wracking walk over to you. 

“Please,” Spencer rasps, “please don’t hate me, Y/N.” 

You sigh enormously and finally turn to look at him, “I could never hate you, Spencer.”

He takes in the sight of you and it knocks the wind out of him. You’ve been crying, that much is clear; your eyes are red rimmed and puffy. And you look so incredibly sad that he feels like his heart is cracking in half. But, God, he thinks, you are so beautiful. Even when your eyes are puffy from crying and even when he knows you’ve been awake as long as he has, you are, without fail, the most stunning woman he’s ever met and he can hardly pull himself together. 

“Y/N, I...I...have you been crying?” He knows the answer, but he can’t think of anything else to say at this moment. You sigh again, wiping under your eyes and leaning your head back against your headrest, looking up at the ceiling. You shut your eyes for a moment, thinking deeply. You open them and look at him again, tears pooling in your eyes. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, “yes, I have been crying, Spence.” 

“Why?” 

You roll your eyes, but not in annoyance, rather to clear your tears, sniffling as you do so, “Do you really not know why I’ve been crying, Spencer? Maybe it’s because, oh, I don’t know, you faced down an armed unsub without your kevlar today?” 

Spencer shifts uncomfortably under your gaze, “You...you wouldn’t-”

“Why wouldn’t I cry about you, Spencer?” you ask, staring at him intensely. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it immediately, looking away from you. 

“Because,” he whispers, his jaw almost locking in an attempt not to cry. “Because I...nobody could ever cry over me...I don’t...nobody should care about me like that-”

“Spencer,” you cut him off, your voice a mix of concern and sadness, “what on earth are you talking about?” 

“I’m...I’m not...I don’t deserve your concern for me,” he answers plainly. You pull back from him for a moment, your eyes staring in front of you, shifting as though parsing through information. 

“Oh my God,” you say, staring back at him. Now he can’t meet your eyes, terrified he’ll see exactly what he expects in them, but he can feel your eyes searching his side profile. “Spencer...do you not...do you...you really think that, don’t you?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Without much warning, your cold, but gentle hands cup his cheeks. You don’t force him to look at you, but he does so anyway. What he doesn’t expect to see is you fully crying. Without much control over his hands, he feels himself lift a hand to your cheek, wiping under your eyes. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he whispers, “I’m not worth crying over-”

“Spencer,” you rasp, “don’t say that. You are worth so much more than what you think you are. I can’t...I can’t believe I haven’t made that clear enough-”

“You haven’t done anything, Y/N! You’re, like, the nicest person I’ve ever met-”

“Clearly not if I haven’t made it clear to you that you are...you are everything to me, Spencer Reid,” you sob, tears pouring down your face. Spencer doesn’t know what to say to that at all, his hand dropping from your cheek in shock. That tremulous hope is growing in his heart, whittling it’s way slowly past his anxiety and terror. 

“I...uh, I’m…” He trails off and you smile sadly, removing your hands from his face to wipe under your own eyes. You take a deep breath and take his hands in your own, looking down at them as you rub small circles over his knuckles. 

“Let me be very clear,” you begin slowly, “when I say you mean everything to me...I mean that…” You trail off, your breaths becoming deeper as you try to stabilize your nerves. 

“I don’t deserve that, Y/N,” Spencer says quietly, meeting your thumbs with his own, gripping your hands tighter despite his words. Unexpectedly you throw your arms around his neck, hugging him intensely. You move to pull away, but Spencer is faster, wrapping his arms around you and holding you in them. You take another deep breath and meet his eyes.

“You have to know what it does to me when you put yourself in danger like you did today,” you whisper. “I don’t know...I don’t know who told you that your life doesn’t matter, but you know there are people out there who love you. I do. And I can’t bear to watch you put yourself in danger like that. Your life matters. You matter. Please...please stop acting like you don’t. Because I can’t bear it.” 

Spencer can feel a smile growing in the back of his jaw. He can feel his broken soul fixing itself in the sweetness of your gaze, “You...you love me?” 

The most beautiful smile he’s ever seen replaces your serious expression. You glance at his lips, then look back to his eyes for permission. At his slight nod, you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. 

Ever so gently, there is an internal click to Spencer’s heart. A small, but necessary repair, a foundation being built to put his undeservedly broken soul together again. 

You pull away, caressing his cheek with your hand, the seriousness of the conversation a mere memory blocked by the sunshine in your smile, “Don’t you dare think otherwise.” 

~~~

[moxfirefly]

Giving you two options here (obviously, you should know my mind wanders a lot — or surprise option C where you delete my ask entirely, don’t feel pressured to do this — and before we continue THIS UPDATE WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED PERIOD WE CAN NOW COPY AND PASTE ON THE APP)

Either [both A and B with the praise kink] A with Donnie:

9) Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand? and 1) What? Does that feel good? (Like, maybe he masturbates? She walks in, and ands up touching herself to... him touching himself? Or something like that? — loll I just realised it’s having sex while safely social distancing)

(And I don’t think it was on the list, but one way or another dyou think that you could potentially somehow add a strap on in there ... somehow — I know, I’m a kinky bítch — like, maybe mommy says “okay, princeling, fun’s over. You know the rules.” or something? — I’m giving you my own prompts now, Jesus 😂)

Or B [the much simpler, quicker, and more “wiggley” option] with either Donnie, Raph or Mikey: 23) Loser has to give the other a lap dance (he gives the lap dance)

.. I’m starting to think I went overboard, and I’m sorry, i just get excited sometimes, you know?

I’m taking a few liberties because honestly it’s about time I write Don getting pegged so I hope it still vibes with what you want.

So yes everybody, Donnie is getting pegged, I’ve finally done it. I can retire and live out my golden years in peace.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

You liked playing a little game with Donatello.

Often times there was no pattern to how it happened or how it would escalate. The two of you would sit together, talk about everything and nothing, it would slide into more tantalizing talks and then it would be like this.

Sitting opposite one another on swivel chairs. Running off your mouth with things that would make anybody blush.

Messing with Donnie was just too much fun.

You’d watched him snake a hand into his sweats, pulling his already hard member out. He swallowed on the first pumps, hand lazily stroking. You smirked, spreading your legs for him, thankful you’d chosen a short comfortable dress. Donnie’s eyes lingered on the exposed flesh of your thighs, he slid down a bit, long legs spreading for you.

“You ever laugh at how easily little ol’ me gets you like this?” You traced lazy patterns on your thigh, he followed bewitched by your movement. Donnie’s hand stroked his cock, his fist twisting on the upturn, teasing the head. “Be a good boy and answer my question” You crossed your legs, enjoying how his frown at being denied the view.

“Yes, yes I do, love it” He groaned stopping briefly to lick his palm before wrapping it around himself again.

Opting to reward his honesty you slid your own hand into your underwear. “Did you miss feeling me around you so much that you’ve resorted to your hand?” You grinned at Donnie’s whine. He nodded, hand picking up speed as he stroked with more vigor. His eyes watched entrapped as you teased yourself, you sighed contently with the sensation spreading all over you. A trickle of pre-cum gushed from the tip, he spread it, the wet sounds of Donnie fucking his fist faster filling the room.

“You rather make a mess all over you lap, mhm?” You asked, all sultry voice and promising eyes. You stood up, opting to step out of your short dress. It was an ego boost seeing how his eyes raked all over you.

But your question had him wondering.

You walked over to him, leaning down towards his lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You ghosted the question across his lips, Donnie choked a moan, with reluctance he seized his movements and squeezed his cock to quell his need. A slight bashfulness spread across his eyes, you caught his gaze going towards the bed but more specifically for something that lay hidden near it.

“Oh? You want me to fuck you like that? Your smile spread before you turned towards the section where his bed was, you looked behind a few things and pulled out a box. Donnie swallowed, excitement flourishing in his stomach.

He watched as you took out a harness of sorts, a bottle of lube and a clear colored dildo.

Oh boy.

Donnie had been in the mood for it for a while now. He often didn’t have the nerve to ask for it as much he wanted it but he was thankful you could read him pretty well. Some nights just required to be taken like this.

“Come here,” You called him over and he did as told, discarding his sweats with a slight kick. You acomadated a few pillows and told him to lay across the bed propped on them. It was a more comfortable angle for this, Donnie was all legs and that was a favorite feature of his but also made things tricky for your smaller stature. He laid himself where you ordered, legs bent and spread for you.

“Now while I finish setting up, be a good boy and get yourself ready for me” You handed him the bottle of lube. Watching him spreading a generous amount over his entrance never seizing to send a spike of heat through you, the way he circled it before gently pushing a digit in. What a display you had as you stepped into the strap on, Donnie finger fucking humself slowly with his eyes fluttering closed. You grabbed the dildo, a modest size so as to not hurt him, and attached it to the metal ring on the strap.

Once everything was secured and it place, pulled tight you in between his legs. Hands on his knees you tutted tapping on his knees. “Now now, if you rather just keep at it with your finger...” Donnie shook his head, slowly retreating the digit and handing you the lube, your raised a brow. “Right, right” Heat flushed his neck as he sat up briefly and squirted a decent amount onto the dildo. Just as you loved watching him get ready, you absolutely loved when he got you ready for this.

He fisted the silicone expertly, making sure it was covered from base to tip. You caught his lips with your own before he laid back down, kissing him sensually.

“Remember the rules?” You asked, your voice much sweeter and less cocky. “Red means stop, yellow slow down and green is go” He nodded shyly, but this excitement was palpable in his eyes as he laid against the propped pillows. You got on your knees at the edge of the bed , hands slidding over his spread thighs, carefully you gripped the dildo and found his hole. Slow and steady you pushed into him, the hiss that left him making you bite your lip.

Doing this was by far one of the most thrilling and power trip induced things ever. Donnie’s responses to it never stopped turning you on. You were half way inside of him, watching his cock twitch in need. Fully sheathed in him you thrusted slowly to get a good rhythm going, each movement making him groan. Your hands rested on his waist, not like you could grip him like he could you, but you kept your hands firmly there pushing him down and keeping him in place. His thighs squeezed against your own, eyes fluttering shut as you moved within him.

“What? Does that feel good?” Your ego was already reaching new heights by now, having Donnie at your mercy, trying to meet you thrust for thrust as you sped up, one of your hands when under his thigh. “Feel so good, please-oh” Donnie’s moans hitched slightly when you changed angles, clearly hitting the spot he wanted so desperately to be hit. You leaned over him, propped up on your hands as you hips moved harder.

Each thrust seemed to be enough to have the leather material rub against your clit. You chewed on your bottom lip, settling on your forearms for easier quicker movements. Donnie raised his hips more, one foot on the ceiling above (good thing that bed of his is a literal cubby) his hands found your back and he dug his nails.

You moaned against his collar, the lip of his plastron cold against your cheek. “God- fuck!” The close proximity of your stomach was causing friction against his aching leaking cock. “Har-der!” He chocked out, his hands slid to your rear and he gripped the flesh. You had to oblige, getting Donnie riled like this, having him gasping out pleas and moaning out his desires.

Sweat covered your body as you moved against him, muscles tense and trembling. By the sounds he was making he was approaching his release, he snuck a hand between your bodies but gripped his forearm and pinned it down. “No no no” You breathed out with a low moan. “You’re cumin without touching yourself or you’re not cumin at all” Donnie whined at your threat, pinned hand in a fist as he moved against you. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, he always did look beautiful without his glasses and mask.

“Please, mommy” He mouthed at you and god you felt it buzz in your veins. Donnie’s debautched features giving you another surge of stamina.

You leaned back placing his knee on your shoulder, you wrapped your arms around the muscled limb and held onto it as you thrusted fast. Donnie moaned, loud, feeling the dildo hit his sweet spot over and over. “Fu-I’m! Y/n!” You saw his cock twitch, cum shooting in thick spurts across his plastron. The image, sounds and friction enough to make you slip off the edge yourself. You held onto his leg, mouth against his calf you moaned as your orgasm hit.

Your hips slowed, each movement making Donnie shudder. “Wow, that never stops feeling insane” He spoke, chest still heaving. You chuckled equally spent and trying to ease your rapid heart. He lifted his leg off your shoulder and you took the moment to roll the join until several pops were heard. “You know if you like it so much you can just ask me to do it more often” A tired smile on your face, Donnie nodded looking for anything to clean himself up with.

Naturally you decided to give him one last shiver of excitement. Leaning down you licked up the mess on his body, enjoying the little strangled noise he made. Slowly and carefully you pulled out of him and rolled over next to him with a pleased sigh.

“You um... you came, huh?” He asked somewhat teasing, he smiled when you nudged him with your elbow. “Look it just happens, especially with the show you put on” It was his turn to nudge you while shaking his head.

Donnie turned on his side, arm draped over your stomach and face nuzzling your breast. You caressed him, in a bit you could take off the strap on, for now you wanted to cuddle him until sleep became too strong.

[putrefactie]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME repost. do not reblog.

FULL NAME: Hector

GENDER & SEXUALITY: Cis Male & bi

ETHNICITY & SPECIES: Greek, Romanian and  romani human being 

BIRTHPLACE & BIRTHDATE: Rhodes, he can’t remember the exact date of his birthday but he was born 1455 

GUILTY PLEASURES: Disappearing without telling a soul and going on a walk into the wilderness, either to see the sunrise or the sunset.

PHOBIAS: Death, abandonmen, being stuck in a crowd of people & loud noises ( prior to curse of Darkness), Lonelyness, the fear of loosing one’s self, the darkness ( during and after the events of Curse Of Darkness )

WHAT THEY WOULD BE INFAMOUS FOR: Hector is one of the most talented necromancer and forgemaster of Romania ( and probably Europe ) - but his name isn’t famous within the supernatural world - nor the human one. Quite descreet, he might be better known in Greece as a strange Hermit, reknowned to bring beasts back from the dead. 

He’s also an excellent alchemist, defeated Death, then Dracula, and also nullified the curse of his former Master.

WHAT HAVE THEY/WOULD THEY HAVE GOTTEN ARRESTED FOR: I guess bringing back dead people and animals was not favourably viewed druing the  XVth century.

CHARACTER YOU SHIP THEM WITH: Rosaly. I mean, that’s basically canon so ( and I really love their dynamic ). I could have also shipped him with Julia if their romance in game wasn’t that badly written. Honestly. Also netflix Isaac as a crush, why not ??  Since he’s definitely chiller and less creepy than his game counterpart. Game Isaac is a big no tho

CHARACTER MOST LIKELY TO MURDER THEM: I think his mother could have honestly left him on a pyre if she had that chance. The church, I guess, is not super supportive of his craft. An angry mob could have taken him out, and Dracula and Isaac almost killed him too.

FAVOURITE BOOK GENRE: Alchemy & spell books, science essays, fairytales & mythology.

LEAST FAVOURITE BOOK CLICHÉ: He likes book clichés very much.

TALENTS OR POWERS: Necromancy, alchemy, forgemaster, summoner, can actually understand animals or at least their intents, and is a relatively good swordman. He’s also become a good shepard thanks to Rosaly.

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT LOVE THEM: Hector is honestly an interesting character background wise since he both has been a villain and a hero, and that his alignment doesn’t necessary match his way of thinking. He’s practical, but also an idealist, and at the same time a pessimist - so many contradictions that make his character feel more human and add some depth to his writing.  His character development also changes a lot through the franchise ( not that we see him in other games lmao, but compared to the netflix show that tends to represent how he was pre-Curse of Darkness, you can see just how much he’s grown ) which allows you to follow his reflexion and understand him better through the long run. He’s also incredibly sweet and just make bad choices, which kinda make him relatable ? 

WHY SOMEONE MIGHT HATE THEM: The fact that he can be quite gullible and also screams like a banshee through the whole COD game ??? And don’t get me started about his script during most cutscene because that’s a mess. But bad writting isn’t his only character weakness, he’s also kind of coward and hardly makes his own choice until it’s already too late. It can become quite frustrating to see him getting fooled by apparent shady characters and his lack of desire for action through the plot can be repeatitive. The fact that he’s careless from time to time and kinda had Rosaly killed because of that is also a bit unnerving, especially since it’s because of the same lack of better judgement that he always gets humself in some terrible situation. Selfishness is also something that defines him, and the fact that he’s ready to doom a whole population because of it before realising that it’s really gonna be a massacre makes u wanna scream.

HOW THEY CHANGE: He goes throught such a journey, from a child filled with fear and judgement, a loner, to a man who goes in the pursuit of powers and kinda sell his souls to Dracula, egoistic, to realising just how wrong he was from the beginning ? Through his ordeals, and thanks to Rosaly, he comes to realise that things are not just black and white, that rage is not worth anything if it”s turned into a weapon, and that you gotta forgive people for the wrongs they have done to you, or you’ll just be stuck in a cyrcle dstructive of hatred.

WHY YOU LOVE THEM: I mean look at all the above ! Lmao for real 

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