note : this is my first time writing fanfiction in years and my first time writing smut so forgive me if it's not excellenttt. if you guys like it, i will continue but i do already have plans about what will happen next ;] wrote this entirely with my pussy and it is not proofread as of right now ☆ MEN AND MINORS DNI
the drag of her clit felt heavenly against the roughness of your jeans . it had been months since you two were last in the same city and as her letters to you got increasingly desperate , your focus had shifted from saving natlan to fucking the headlights out of your girlfriend . you had told her to come along with you on your travels but you both knew she couldn’t—the spina di rosula needed her more than you did and you both knew it . but in this very moment , nothing else had mattered to you two as you replaced your lips with your hands and squeezed down on the marks you had left on her neck.
“plea- ah fuck… pleaseee pleaseplease let me cum (y/n) wan’ it so bad i-i can-” she moaned out as she threw her head further back and her whole body shivered . “i cant take it anymore!” despite her cries , her hips never stopped rocking back and forth; adding even more wetness to your covered right thigh .
what started as a steamy makeout session had soon turned into her grinding down on your jeans and much to your surprise , you had found out she was not wearing panties under her skirt . you both knew that the second you two would be back into each others arms , this would happen . but she had not expected her punishment for her behaviour to take this long . she had assumed you would crack or better yet , forget about the punishment you had wrote about in your last letter but it had been an hour since she was first in your arms and every time she had tried to escalate the situation , you would whisper in her ear the filthiest shit she had ever heard to send her mind reeling—and god was it working . the formerly small patch of wetness from her pussy had quickly turned into over half your thigh being sticky with her fluids and your shirt being permanently wrinkled from the sweat of her hands . whenever she would slow down , you would grab her ass and move her yourself as if she was just a doll . she wasn’t allowed to cum either , you told her if she did you would get up and leave on the spot . you both knew you wouldn’t , but it was more fun this way if those were the conditions .
with your free hand you grabbed her chin to tilt her head down. “do you remember our safe word or are you so fucked out from my thigh that you cant remember what it is?”
if you didn’t know her better you would be concerned . if you didn’t know her better you would lift her hips off your jeans and shower her in hugs and kisses and cuddles . but you know navia , and you know this is exactly what she wants .
some doodles from work last night! also (as u can see) im thinking about making some acrylic charms;;; lemme know in the tags or replies if you're interested!!!! if i get enough people interested, i would then probably do a poll to see which design yall like more. ideally i'd make both (the set and the single charm) but if y'all wanted some of the other doodles on this page, i could think about that too;;;; :D ANYWAY. yeah lemme know!!!
Post-stream doodles for requests I didn't do (*cough* forgot to check for *cough*) during said stream! Yuri-fying ships can be so satisfying (Raph is butch GF coded 🤭🤭)
hey, what's up. i hope August has been kind to y'all. 🖤
thank you to those who've continued to tag me in their wipsday posts these last couple weeks. i'm in pretty rough shape these days, so y'all have no idea how much i look forward to sundays and wednesdays, even when i don't have the energy to engage with fandom as fully as i'd like to.
i thought i'd share a bit more of the chat-fic i affectionately refer to as "bitverse" today. 💫 i've shared two other snippets from this fic before, [here] and [here] if you're curious.
Agatha doesn’t text him until quarter-to midnight.
“Home safe,” she says.
And then, “Sorry.” And, “We went out for supper.”
Simon slouches in his chair, wedging a knee into the space between his stomach and his desk, the edge digging into his shin. It’s sharp and tight and not at all comfortable. He texts back, “it’s ok,” and, “where at?”
“That Italian place downtown.”
“ew,” he says, and she reacts to it with a thumbs-up.
“Did I wake you?” she asks.
“no,” he says. Then, “DQ tmrw?”
Agatha reads his message, but doesn’t respond right away. The three dots pulse on her side of the screen for three strange, awkwardly long minutes before she finally replies with, “Maybe,” followed quickly by, “Ask again in the morning, I can’t think about ice cream when I’m tired.”
“are you going to bed?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“it’s ok,” he says, “it’s late. night aggie”
“Night.”
“ily,” he says.
She reacts to that with a thumbs-up, too.
Simon locks his phone and drops it on his chest.
A (Realisitic): lovessssss doodling on paper. has an affinity for eyes (;]), swirlies, scribbles, and creatures. whatever he can get his damned hands on he will doodle on it and he will do it happily. my boy's an artist ❤️❤️
B (Not Realistic But Funny): honestly in canon ford's probably into music too much but i can see him being an period music fan. abba, queen (teehee), freetwood mac, david bowie, etc. that's just his VIBE to me, not in the crowley way but in his own strong inks and cigarette smoke way. i associate thoss things with him as well as anythinf existing before 1982 with him alot if u didnt know. i still see something and go "ford missed this 😔" or "ford didn't miss this! 😁" in a sad or happy tone at least once a day /srs. oh i love this guy
C (Heart-Crushing): this kinda collides with D but im keeping it in that category. soul crushing? ford never knowing what to hope for in regards to stan on the other side. whenever he has time to think about it, he isnt sure whether to imagine him in his house or dead in a ditch, and the mystyer honestly scares him more than he'd like to admit. ford kinda treats it like schrodinger's cat in a way--as long as he never confirms, it could really be anything, and that absolves him of any potential guilt. so. (also: that he celebrates holidays out in the multiverse too, when possible. makeshift menoras, pastries in substitute of bday cakes, lighting sticks during new years. just for the sense of grounding. ALSO alsohe's spent at least 3 birthdays in a prison cell or very hurt. so. yeah)
D (Unrealistic but FUCK CANON): has always stuggled with addiction, especially with antidepressants or alcohol. thus sort of snowballs into a whole "if this makes me feel good i cannot have for more than needed" but still ends upgrappling with it anyway. he suffered MAJORRRR withdrawlel when portal stranded and since then swore off it bc he drank the most under bill's influence. it's very important to me and i need more fics about it sooooooo bad, bc while i HAVE written my own, i think someone else is needed to do it justice. now that im remembering this i HAVE read some with this hc and they were beautiful and i need to reread them again and i need to REWATCH THIS DAMN SHOW SO I CAN READ AND WRITE SOME FIC AGAI .... also there IS some evidence as extracted by @/callipraxia (need to find that meta again) but i DOUBT that would ever be canon bc of the kid show rating. (watch the book of bill canonize this seven fucking months from now. i swear to god..../j)
thinking about tim surprising lucy AND tamara with eras tour tickets all so he can fill his camera roll with pictures and videos of his girls looking all bejeweled while singing and danceing at the show.
so I don’t post WIPs, like ever, but this specific one is probs gonna take a shit ton of time for me to complete, so I wanted you to know that I’m not dead!(unfortunately), I’m just working on this beauty. The idea came to me while I was hot wiring in my university’s lab for a project, and I kid you not, I almost hotwired my finger off with enthusiasm 😂🤷🏻♀️
in case you are not aware of the concept, it’s called 22 types of kissing, pretty self explanatory. And no one can convince me that these babies are not aware of that (at least Wednesday, Enid learned from the best😉)
so anyway, I’m not dead and neither is my dominant hand, so I’ll be working on this till I’m finished, or run into an artistic block. Hopefully the 1st one😐😐🥲