#also the way that i look so textured... they did me dirty!

[marijkeoo]

this was me at my grad about a year n a half ago. I made my dress and gave a speech but it flopped but that's ok because I don't really know anyone from high school anymore anyways.

#hs grad #silk dress #handmade #satin #handmade dress #it had blue flowers really pretty fabric! i think it wad actually wedding fabric tho #princess seams for life ❤️ #also the way that i look so textured... they did me dirty!

[byuntrash101]

the good friend

f!reader x san x mingi ft ateez smut | mdni 3.4k san has known about mingi’s crush on his girlfriend for a while now. he also happens to be a very good and caring friend who values their friendship very much. and san would do just about anything to help a friend nsfw tags under the cut

a lil plot, idol!au, established relationship, bf san, mingi is the simp master, also rengoku hair mingi because i miss him, alcohol consumption (but consent is unquestionable), safe word mentionned but not used, pet names, (baby, princess, sannie...), unprotected sex (recommanded by 0/10 dentists), wall sex, semi public sex (full dorm hallway sex), exhbitionism/voyeurism, dirty talk, slight breath play (gentle), masturbation (f & m), controlled orgasm (f)

a/n: OMGGGG THIS ONE IS JUST SDMLKSQDMMSQLKKFF. i kinda like how turned out because im feral and shameless when it comes to these men. if you like it PLEASE TELL ME i might make a part 2 👀

@shinestarhwaa for you boo <3

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It’s funny how Mingi is still stuck in this same situation years later, he thought while staring at you from across the kitchen table. When he first saw you 5 years ago, your back leaned against the company building, eyes glued to your phone, he thought of how pretty you were but he was late for practice again and he knew he was going to be scolded by Hongjoong so he just hurried himself in.

This encounter should have been left at that, he would have forgotten about you the next day and he would be at peace right now. 

But no.

You were still waiting there when he got out much much later at night, sweaty, tired and starving. He took a look at you again but this time you lifted your face from the screen of your phone and your eyes met. He didn’t know why he was flustered and cursed himself silently when he whipped his head to the side, quickly breaking eye contact. But despite the uninviting body language you took the first step in his direction. It took everything he had in him not to stumble back and stand his ground in the most natural way he could muster given his current state.

‘Hmm… Excuse me?” you started hesitantly, “Hmm… I’m looking for…” Mingi was all ears and eyes for you, focussing on your every move and word. In that split instant he noticed the color of your eyes, the soft texture of your hair and the mesmerizing way your lips moved to form words, that made sentences which he was supposed to listen to and he was arguably doing a poor job. But right when he was losing focus you were interrupted.

“Y/N!!” San’s voice resonated from the entryway. You whipped your head in the direction of the voice and turned away from Mingi with the most radiant and heavenly smile he had ever seen. 

“Nevermind. Thank you” you said quickly before running to San’s side. 

Mingi stood there for a second completely stunned as he watched the pair of you walking away, San’s hand reaching for yours right before you disappeared at the intersection. 

The next day San made him promise not to tell anyone he saw you waiting for him. He didn’t tell him exactly you were his girl but Mingi was smart enough to figure that out on his own.

And that should have been the end of the story. You should have remained San’s secret girlfriend and Mingi would have forgotten about you and your perfect smile in a week or two…

But once again… no. It did not go that way.

Over the years it got worse. You both grew, you weren’t 18 anymore. You grew into a beautiful, stunning woman and Mingi grew into a man. And you even became friends. With the years you got to meet the rest of Ateez. You became friends with all of them but you were closest to Mingi without a doubt, much to his disarray.

That’s exactly how he came to stare at you from across the kitchen table as you were leaning your head on San’s broad shoulder, barely holding your head up as you had one too many bottles of grapefruit soju. San was gently caressing your flushed cheek.

Everybody was laughing, drinking and enjoying themselves, but Mingi who was also slightly drunk just couldn’t stop staring at you, stealing glances at you through his eyelashes. To the others he looked like he was zoning out like he usually does after a drink or two but in fact he was focussing on you. Precisely on your neck and the sleeve of your top slowly sliding off your shoulder. The large and rounded neckline of your loose oversized top was barely hanging to the edge of your shoulder at this point and if you moved even in the slightest it would completely expose your shoulder. To everyone present that wasn’t a big deal. Nobody had even noticed apart from Mingi. And when you lift your head up again to bark at Wooyoung that was making fun of you for being a lightweight it happened.

The tired sleeve gave in. Mingi had a front row seat on your delicate collar bone and the smooth skin of your shoulder lightly shiny. If only that was it he could have handled it but the large neck line was also hanging very low on your chest so low that his eyes were rapidly forgetting about your shoulder to solely focus on your chest. His eyes scanned the shadow of your cleavage, the ceiling light was casting on you, he imagined how your breasts would feel in his large palms, how soft your skin would be and how your nipples would taste on his tongue.

He thought so much that he started pitching a tent in his large cargo pants. The tent of shame like he liked to call it. The tent he tried to fight off so many times because San was one of his best friends… And you were… his.

That thought broke his own heart.

“Well! I’m swamped, guys. I’m going to bed” he declared getting up, both fists stuffed in his large pockets concealing the “shame”.

The others grumbled to make him stay. They were having a nice time but honestly he just wanted to catch a break from his own heart and hop into the shower.

San knew exactly why he wanted to leave. He had known for a while about Mingi’s feelings for you. In reality everyone knew except for two people. One was Mingi who thought he was so good at concealing himself when in reality he was staring at you like a puppy all day and the other one was yourself. You just never noticed because to you Mingi was a friend, an attractive friend, granted! But a friend nonetheless. You didn’t think further than that. To you the idea of him having feelings for you was so far-fetched that the thought never entered the realm of possibilities.

Once Mingi had decided to go, the members followed one by one, Hongjoong was the second one. At the end only Wooyoung and Yeosang were playing a drinking game while you and San crashed on the couch. 

San was absentmindedly playing with your hair when he caught your hand dangerously slipping below his belt. He gripped your wrist firmly, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Y/n~~” he quietly singsang. He knew that was going to happen. Alcohol had only one single effect on you. It made you horny. Without fail, whenever you all gathered like this and drank, it made you feral. And today San felt mischievous.

***

Mingi exhaled a big sigh before stepping in the shower, the hot water running on his large back helped him take his mind off the chatter and laughter erupting from the living room at the end of the hall for a while he just glided the soap across his body. The hot air made him dizzy. He felt the warm water on his face letting the stream run down his hair. As he closed his eyes, flashes of you came back to him. 

Your cute flushed face, eyelids half closed, your eyes made sparkly from the soju, this adorable dorky smile you wore all evening, the exposed patch of skin, the neckline of your top hanging so low on your chest. He wondered without even realizing about the way he would have loved to lay you down on that table right there. Peeling your clothes one by one, taking his sweet time admiring your body slowly giving away all its secrets. 

He felt himself becoming hard again. He kept his eyes shut as he guided the soapy foam along his half hard member. 

He dreamed about the melodic wet sounds you would make when he would slide inside you, about the way you would grip him so perfectly, about how your eyes would roll back and your lips would lazily hang open as you lost yourself to his cock, abandoning yourself to him, only him.

He gripped his length even tighter, rapidly dragging his fist up and down his shaft, turning his tip bright red from his arousal and the hot water.

He thought even harder about your hands muffling your high pitched moans shamefully as his powerful thrusts rocked your body under him.

Fuck he wants to see you like that, he wants to have you like that he thought as he drove himself crazy, on the verge of bursting. He felt himself twitch in his hand, precum and soap mixing perfectly making this sinful act easier than ever. 

“Fuck” he grunted considering to finally let himself go but at the last second he opted out of it. He suddenly let go of the aching organ, twitching and pulsing, hot and dripping red tip begging for release.

But Mingi just couldn’t keep doing that anymore. Just seeing you in the day act like your friend and fuck himself to the thought of you at night. He had to somehow snap out of this trance, break free from the spell you casted on him five years ago back in Gang-nam.

After five years he had to come to the realization that you were with San and you would never be with him.

So without thinking twice Mingi turned the water from scolding hot to icy. That had two purposes: one calming his raging boner and two taking his mind off the painful reality he had to accept. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and hissed in discomfort at the sudden temperature change. But it was efficient enough.

He quickly dried off and wrapped the wet towel around his waist. He crossed the living room to head out to the hall where San's room and his were. But when he entered the hall…

“Please”

Immediately he hid behind the corner of the L shaped hall out of pure instinct. That kind of sounded like… you?

“Please” you whimpered again. 

This time there was no doubt it was in fact your voice. 

“Can’t we do it in your room?” you asked, your voice interrupted by muffled moans.

“No I wanna take you right here” San responded, determined.

“But what if Mingi comes back from his shower?”

San smirked. That was exactly his intention but he just chuckled and brushed off the question. 

“Also if you really didn’t want to do it here. You’d use the safe word, right baby?” San’s smirk grew bigger as you stayed silent. “Wanna use the safe word baby?”

“No…” you admitted half heartedly.

“That’s what I thought” he said brushing his tip against you.

San wanted to be caught. He couldn't explain it properly but recently he started thinking about maybe offering Mingi some kind of relief. Because he’s had that huge crush on you for so long it must be really troublesome for him, right? So this little show for him was kind of a way to blow some steam off for him. Yeah! That’s right! San was doing that out of the goodness of his heart, out of friendship! Because he cared oh so dearly about his friend and not because the idea of having an audience flipped a switch in him. A flip he’s been fantasizing about for a while now.

“Spread your legs” San whispered. 

Mingi’s heart rattled against his ribs and rang in his ears. He held his chest as he didn’t even dare to breathe, not to mention move a single muscle.

“Babygirl” San started his lips pressed against the thin skin of your neck. “You’re already this wet for me”

His fingers brushed against your center, still clothed but already soaking wet.

“Were you touching yourself at the table again?” 

You nodded shyly. You just couldn’t help getting incredibly horny every time you had a drink.

“Yes” you admitted in a shameful whisper.

“What a naughty girl. Passing the blush as an effect of the alcohol when in fact you're touching yourself under the table despite your boyfriend’s friends gathered all around you.” you whined. “Maybe it’s even exactly why you couldn’t resist the urge huh baby?”

Mingi bit his lip, trying his hardest not to gasp. To think that you busied your hands into your folds while he was eyeing your exposed chest. And to think maybe, just maybe, you exposed yourself on purpose?

“Please… Sannie…” you begged again.

Mingi was going crazy. This whole time he was just leaning his bare back on the wall, dampened locks of hair, trailing water down his body. He couldn’t see anything he didn’t dare to move a muscle but fuck did he want to have a peek. Before he could even realize the raging boner was back on. Forcefully pulling up the towel he had tied around his hips.

“I love it when you beg baby” San whispered, lips pressed to your blazing skin.

Me too. 

Mingi thought so loud he was scared you would both hear him. One hand instinctively traveled to his engorged member, giving it a firm squeeze at the base while the other hand was pushing his flaming red and yellow hair back.

“Please… I can’t wait anymore” you said, granting your boyfriend’s wish.

“Please what, baby?” San teased again as he pushed your panties to the side. You hissed when you felt his tip brush against your bare pussy, digging your nails in his broad back.

“Cock!” you hurriedly replied, lust filling your mind. So eager you could barely form intelligible sentences “I want your cock” you demanded in a strangled whisper, hardly keeping your voice down.

Mingi had fought the idea of you against his own mind too many times today. He won at the dinner table and he won again in the shower but this battle… Knowing you there begging to be filled to the brim, exposed for anyone who might stumble across the sinful scene… He couldn’t fight that. He had to look. He had to see you.

So he dared. He dared to peek, just enough to have a look. Just one eye is all it took. And he saw…

He saw the both of you entangled into each other, both facing one another, your back pressed against the wall while San gripped your hips firmly with one hand and lifted one of your legs up with the other to grant himself access to your beautiful and soaked little pussy. He saw his friend’s smirk and eyebrow twitch as he gently pushed himself into your welcoming folds. But all this was only anecdotal. Because nothing, nothing! could come close to you. Mingi only had eyes -one eye in this case- for you.

He saw how your mouth went agape as you took him in, he saw how you arched your back and rested your head on the wall you were pressed up against. And he heard you trying your hardest not to make a noise and failing so miserably, much to his contentment. 

That sound, that fucking sound. He will never forget.

The raspy sigh you produced, audible bliss dripping from your lips as you refused to close your eyes, taking in the exalted face of your boyfriend.

San spotted from the corner of his eyes the flaming red strands of hair peeking from the angle of the hall. It made him smirk, his little scheme had worked. It made him even more determined to put on a good show for his friend, determined to drag those beautiful sounds out of you until you would beg him to stop. And you could have sworn you felt him grow even bigger inside you.

Without a second thought San settled a pace that was especially designed for you. Deep and slow. Just enough to keep you on edge. With every roll of his hips into yours you felt every single inch of his length deliciously scraping your clenching walls, gripping him desperately.

“Fuckkk” you cried out, biting down on your lower lip.

“You like that baby?” San asked you, the evil twinkle of lust dancing in his eyes.

“Yesss” you sighed, barely holding yourself up on the only leg that was supporting you. 

You gasped as he bottomed out again, this time staying there for a while. You instantly started to rock your hips into his, desperately clinging onto the friction.

“That’s right baby” San growled as his veiny hand left your side to tightly wrap around your narrow neck. “Fuck yourself on my cock”

And you were more than happy to oblige. You lost it at his words, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to coerce you.

Unholy wet squelching noises bounced back on the walls of the narrow hall all the way to Mingi ears. His hands violently pumping up and down his cock, thick slimy precum coating his tip and being dragged with each movement along his shaft. It was so hard not to make any noise but he pulled himself together just so he could keep looking at you.

“Sannie Please… Fuck me harder” the last ounce of bashfullness had evaporated out of your body as the carnal sin was clouding your judgement. “Fuck me senseless” your tone was demanding. You just couldn’t bear it anymore. You wanted to cum. You need to cum.

Mingi can't believe his ears or his eyes or any of his senses as a matter of fact… To hear you say these words with so much drive, so much desire. To see you plead with those sultry eyes… If only he was the one right there between your legs right now. If only he was the one pumping his hot and dripping cock into you until completion. If only he was the one feeling your cunt clench and pulse around him.

“Your wish is my command, Princess” San whispered before he caught your other leg and lifted you up, flipping both your legs onto his shoulders and folding you in two against the wall. And he slid himself right back in. Where was his rightful place. You gasped, this position allowed him to go even deeper and tears started to cloud your vision as his tip so precisely hit on your sensitive spot. Both of your hips perfectly angled to fit inside each other.

“Fuck yessss… j-just like that” you whispered through gritted teeth. “Please don’t stop Sannie”. Your voices shaken with each of San’s violent thrusts. “Fuck I love your cock” you sobbed as your eyes lost their focused and your mind slipped in thick foggy haze. And San chuckled, his eyes leaving yours for a split second to briefly look at the flamboyant orange tuft of hair peeking from the corner of the hall.

Fortunately Mingi was way to focus on you to notice San had spotted him.

Mingi was about to burst but he was determined to cum with you. Picturing your twitching cunt in place of his gripping fist.

You were a couple of thrusts away from coming undone and San knew it. He knew everything about your body. He knew every micro expression, every sound, every queue.

“You’re gonna cum baby?” he asked, short of breath.

“Yessss” you whined, trying hard not to cum on the spot.

“Cum now. Cum on my cock right now” he ordered.

That was what you needed. In a split second you let go of the knot you’ve been desperately hounding on to and completely lose your sanity in an earth shattering orgasm that washes over your body.

Quickly followed by Mingi. Uncontrollably twitching and delivering what felt like gallons of cum in the towel, completely soiling it. Maybe even ruining it forever. It was so good, he never came like this. So good that an ever so audible groan of bliss slipped past his lips and into the world. Instantly he bit his lip and stopped breathing but it was too late.

San also let himself go, a smirk dancing on his lips as he happened to catch the shameful groan. You were unaware of why but that amount of cum was unprecedented and you attributed it to the thrill of the fear of getting caught. But San knew it was simply the joy and fulfillment of being a good friend.

IF U WANNA HELP ME PLEASE REBLOG WITHOUT USING THE COMMUNITY LABELS 🖤

a/n: what a ride dskfmkfmdkmfl. you liked it? you want part 2? SPAM MY COMMENTS AND ASKS AND REBLOGS BECAUSE I LOVE READING YOUR REACTIONS MY POOKIES <333 (a threesome in part 2? 👀)

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taglist: @staytiny816 @onysmamas

#mingi smut #san smut #ateez smut #kpop smut #ateez #mingi #san #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #mingi hard hours #mingi hard thoughts #san hard thoughts #san hard hours #ateez san #ateez mingi #mingi fanfic #mingi x reader #san x reader #san fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez ff #song mingi #choi san

[tvickiesims]

Real Animated Pets - Goat, Sheep and Llama

This project is our fruit of labour with @deedee-sims. I was looking for a way to have more "alive" pets in Sims 2 and approached DeeDee. Luckily for all of us, she liked the idea and helped me out with the most difficult parts. This project would not be possible without you, thank you DeeDee ❤️

From the technical point of view all animals are custom collars for large dogs (and only large dogs). In order for them to work as on previews, you need to assign your dog a transparent fur (a brand new creation by DeeDee that makes dogs' fur completely invisible, included in the archive) and then pick an animal skin you want from the collar section. If you'd like to change the appearance of an existing large dog, be sure to buy it a desired collar on a community lot first! Dog's breed is also important, it can make chubbier or thinner animals. If your fur doesn't look completely transparent, be sure to uncheck all the fur accessories. I'd recommend using a default white no name breed (looks best with animations).

Swatches:

We (especially DeeDee! ❤️) did our best making new animals move as smoothly as possible, but be aware that clipping is still present in certain animations. Also, these animals behave and sound like normal dogs. Hopefully we'll find a way to mute them in the future.

Animals come with a set of objects that are more appropriate for farm animals - new bed, toy, 2 "bowls" and deco hay. Objects have morphs and dirty states. Note that the feeders works like a pet bowl meaning they will randomly rotate but it won't prevent pets from eating normally.

All animals come with original Sims 4 textures (1024x1024 for llama and 512x512 for goat and sheep), converted and tweaked by me. Animal colors are separated so you can pick and choose only the ones you want. Collection file for objects is included. I also recommend these and these Uldum rug add-ons (if you want other sizes for the hay overlay).

Polycount: Goat: 3793 Sheep: 3545 Llama: 7133

A special thank you goes to @platinumaspiration for the time and energy she spent explaining additional stuff to me ❤️

@atomtanned made cute llama recolors, here.

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture included.

Download at SFS

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UPDATE 10/10/2023

Changed pet toy animation to silent chewy one (thank you @vegan-kaktus and @executables-sims), the archive was updated but if you don't want to redownload the whole thing, here's only the updated toy.

UPDATE 12/10/2023

Added a new feeder - prarie grass converted from Sims 4 Horse Ranch. Now your new pets can feed on the fresh grass. Collection file was updated too.

UPDATE 17/02/2024

Fixed toy's thumbnail - it's no longer empty. Added a custom version for the hay rug, I'd recommend using a custom rug rather than ULDUM because it has no outdoor shadow (ULDUM can't be fixed). Updated the collection file to include new rug.

#bytvickiesims #goat #sheep #llama #sims 2 #4t2conversion #4t2 #4t2 conversion #farm animals #animals #pets #deedeesims

[bbyquokka]

panties

– in which changbin accidentally wears yns panties and doesn't hate it !!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | seo changbin x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐖 | panty wearing ; light sub themes ; dom-turned-sub changbin ; dirty thoughts ; masturbation (m) ; nipple play ; a toy mentioned (strap-on)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 2.2k ~ ( 2,226 )

𝐀/𝐍 | ik its been a while since i posted :( pls accept this fic as an apology, hehe. wrote this a while ago & haven't stopped thinking about it since! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

m.list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

it wasn't supposed to be like this. heck, he didn't plan on it ending up like this.

to him, it was a simple, innocent action that he didn't think twice of purely because he was in a rush this morning. he woke up late, time being against him. he barely felt clean from his shower because he was in a rush.

he was going to be late for work and his boss hates it when people are late. yet, there he was, standing in front of the open underwear drawer as he searched for a pair of his boxer shorts.

sweat coating his brow. his mood dipping and slowly becoming annoyed with himself. his hands fumbled as they brush up upon many textures of fabric. when he failed to find a single pair of underwear, he rushed to the wash basket to see that it was still full to the brim with unwashed clothing and sitting at the very top, as if to torment him in some cruel way, were his last pair of underwear.

ah, that's right. he promised to do the laundry yesterday but it slipped his mind. maybe because he was so busy indulging in you last night and now he has to face the consequences of his greed.

“fucking shit. fuck fuck fuck!” he looked at his watch. the minutes ticking by fast. now was not the time to feel sorry for himself! 

changbin thought about going commando. no one would know, right? but the thought of spending a full day in jeans with no extra layer of protection for his groin made him feel oddly itchy and uncomfortable. he dropped his towel, put on a clean tee and grabbed the first underwear his hand came into contact with – which were yours.

he didn't think much of it. he didn't even notice to be honest. he did feel a little uncomfortable and tight but he thought nothing of it and continued on with his day; until he got home, stripped and saw pastel pink panties with a dainty bow and frilly waistband hanging on his frame; leading him into his current situation.

“oh fuck.” he mumbles to himself. “oh fuck fuck.” he stares at himself in the full length mirror that's leaning against the bedroom wall. he swallows thickly as his eyes flicker around the panties.

they are yours. they are your favourite pair of panties and he is wearing them! the amount of times he sees you prancing around in this specific pair is uncountable. he can't count on his fingers the amount of times he has got hard over them, yet here he is, naked with nothing but the tight fabric on him.

he panics at first. sheer embarrassment and humiliation washing over him. “i must have accidentally grabbed them this morning.” he whispers to himself. his ears perk up as he listens for you only to be met with a soft hum and pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen.

he bites his bottom lip and slowly walks closer to his reflection like he is in some sort of horror movie and his reflection could jump out at him at any moment.

the closer he gets, the more he holds his breath. once close enough does he really soak it all in.

the pastel pink contrasting well with his tanned and dewy skin. the material hugging his ass and penis, accentuating the outline of his curves. his cheeks flush red as he can make out his assets. the dainty bow and frills adding just that little bit extra.

now with a closer look at himself, he strangely doesn't hate it. he feels pretty, sexy, but pretty. he turns his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder and eyes widening at how plump and plush his ass looks.

“oh fuck.” he repeats. “this is bad.” he presses his lips in a thin line, facing full front in the mirror again. he traces his index finger down his torso and chest, following it in the reflection of the mirror. he stops at the waistband and gingerly traces the outline slowly.

it feels rough. not as soft compared to the rest of the fabric. he flicks the little bow and watches it bounce slightly. even though it feels tight and a little suffocating, it feels oddly comfortable and lewd. 

he lets his finger brush over the frilly waistband and onto the soft fabric. it feels velvety and smooth. he reaches behind him, tracing the outline of his ass and giving it a small squeeze.

he moans. it's a small moan, a silent moan but it's a moan and it makes changbin feel shocked at himself. he chews the inside of his cheek as he squeezes his own ass again. testing the waters and seeing if he has the same reaction, to which he does.

“oh fuck.” the same two words seem to be the only words he is capable of speaking right now. he looks down at his groin and sees his semi suffocating and stretching the material of your panties. 

up until now, he hasn't noticed that the pit of his stomach feels warm and fluttery. his penis throbs which he very clearly sees and it makes him blush. his nipples perk up a little bit and he dares to touch himself.

“maybe just a small touch.” he mumbles. he slides his hand to his clothed semi where he traces the outline slowly. he chews his bottom lip gently and hums softly.

the material feels hot and is radiating heat from his penis. he swallows thickly as he cups his balls and squeezes them ever so gently. he squeezes and tenses his thighs before huffing.

“why does it feel so good?” he questions. he's not doing much, just teasing himself but it's the thought. 

he drops to his knees in front of the mirror and parts then slightly. his hand removes itself from his balls and cups his growing semi. he gives himself a few gentle squeezes, head kicking and rolling back as his eyelids flutter close.

he increases the strength of the squeezing before rubbing his palm along his penis. he feels himself grow fully hard and throb. he rubs his cock head slowly but a little roughly as his free hand comes up and plays with his pink and perky nipples.

it's wrong. it's so wrong of him to do this. he knows that. he's also aware that you could come through the bedroom door at any minute and see him in such a lewd position but he doesn't care.

maybe it's because of the surging lust in his veins that he wants you to see him like this. his cheeks all red, curls flopping over his hazy eyes and bottom lip swollen.

his fingers circle his nipples before he tugs on them gently. he feels a growing wet patch against his palm to which he ignores and rubs his palm faster against his head. 

“oh fuck.. yes, just like that.” he whispers to himself. he tries to keep the moaning to a minimum or at least be quiet but with each passing second, his body burns.

his penis fully erect and leaking. the material stretching and hugging him tightly to the point of suffocation. cock and balls throb, thighs tensing as his body jolts with each surge of pleasure that courses through him.

“m-mhm!!” he looks at himself once again in the mirror and whimpers. the man in front of him is unrecognizable to him. he's so used to seeing himself as a strong, dominate man so seeing himself act and behave how you act, as a sub, all whiny, teary and lewd flicks a switch inside him that he didn't think he had.

he doesn't understand anything any more. he doesn't understand why he is thinking and feeling a certain way. one thing he is sure of though, is that his body is burning hot and he is filled to the brim with lust that it hurts.

he's far too gone to stop or think about that right now. he doesn't hate it and wants more. palming and rubbing himself through panties can only provide so much for so long so he takes it a step further.

his hand dips under the waistband and disappears underneath the fabric. he's met with his hot and throbbing penis. he groans as he wraps his hand around the base and squeezes himself hard. he looks down and grunts at the sight of his red and pre-cum leaking cock head appearing from under the waistband and being pressed flat against his soft tummy.

he gathers some saliva in his mouth before letting it fall onto his tip. his hand glides up his hot shaft for his thumb to smear the saliva and pre-cum around his sensitive head. 

he pushes his curls away from his eyes as he slowly strokes himself. the bumps and ridges of his veiny cock bumping against the palm of his hand. his tip continues to leak and spill as he throbs over and over again. 

he bucks his hips and tenses his thighs as if he were fucking you doggy style. he closes his eyes and imagines one hand buried into your hair and the other on your hip as he's buried deep inside you. he imagines the warmth and your scent as well as the sounds you make for him. 

but then his imagination drifts and all of a sudden, he imagines himself in doggy and you fucking him from behind. he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as an attempt to ease it from his memory like an etch a sketch but to no avail; so he welcomes it instead.

he swallows as he imagines himself on all fours in front of the mirror. your hands on his skin, tracing down his spine and to his ass where you slap his cheeks gently. he can hear the slaps, feel the ripples of his ass cheeks. he can hear and see himself being fucked out, begging and lewd. his face being tear and drool stained as he begs you to:

“put it in! please don't tease me anymore.” he whispers to himself. he's shocked as the words just free flow past his lips but he continues on. he imagines your fingers circling his wet and puckered hole. he feels his own hole twitching at the thought to which he briefly thinks about doing it but decides to stick with imagination (only because he doesn't have the confidence)

his hand on his penis increases in speed. he becomes rougher with himself, tugging and squeezing his nipples hard. he squeezes his cock hard too, lips parting as he moans loudly. he doesn't care at this point. he doesn't care if you hear him or walk in on him. he's so consumed with himself anyways to think.

as he rubs himself, he continues to imagine. he can hear your sweet and gentle praises, calling him a princess and a good baby girl. he imagines your fingers in his ass and stroking his walls. he imagines himself tensing and throbbing around the digits, his penis also throbbing and begging to be touched as it leaks.

and then, he sees it. the strap-on that you've both been preparing him for. changbin's hips stutter and his movements on his penis are now sloppy, fast and desperate. the pit of his stomach is burning and feels so tight. he's hot and very close but he continues on with his imagination.

he imagines the tip of the strap-on poking and prodding his wet hole. he imagines making a note of how wet it feels due to the lube that is currently soaking the plastic. he imagines himself looking from over his shoulder at you and sobbing.

“please.” he begs to himself. “please put it in. need you so badly.” 

as he imagines the tip slowly entering his hole and stretching him, as if waking up from a wet dream, his eyes shoot open as his orgasm hits him in an overwhelming manner. 

“o-oh!! ohhh!” he moans. hot ropes of cum shoot out onto his torso. some of it landing on his thighs and staining the material of your panties. he strokes himself through his high, rubbing his tip in the process before painting heavily.

he pushes back his sweat coated curls and looks in the mirror. he flushes pink in embarrassment, post-nut clarity hitting him hard.

body stained with cum and sweat. cheeks rosy, eyes doe-like. his nipples perky and swollen but that's not what shocks him the most.

his own reflection staring at him as the tip of his penis is still visible and being pressed against his soft stomach thanks to the waistband. the once pink material and innocent look now stained with cum and tainting the innocence.

changbin panics and quickly rushes to the on-suite bathroom, where he takes the panties off (which are now stretched) and takes a quick shower to think about what to do about your underwear that he has just so lewdfully and willingly stained.

he comes to the conclusion to simply throw them away and buy you a new pair. 

surely you wouldn't notice that a pair of your favourite underwear has gone missing and been replaced with something completely different, right? 

#kwritersworldnet #wkcnet #straykidsland #seo changbin #changbin #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #seo changbin x you #seo changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[undeadcannibal]

Your honor I'd like to propose an amendment to the 🍆 head cannon post:

Curvature and distinguishing colors, features? Are they darker or the same shade? Lighter? Hair color? Texture? Who's got a lean? 🥎⚾s?

Summary: More requested ‘N.SF.T’ headcanons for Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, and König~ Part 2 of this post here!

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rodolfo, and König.

Warnings: explicit content!

A/N: Never did I expect for that other post to become as popular as it did. I’m happy y’all enjoy my gross and overly-detailed headcanons. Also, please note, if any of you happen to not like or find any of my hcs to be gross or not what you expected, keep in mind they’re just my headcanons. Don’t take ‘em seriously, dudes. Weird and rude replies will be deleted. ( Gif credit: xxx )

Gaz―

Not much of a curve to it, honestly, he’s pretty straight curvature wise. Distinguishing colors? I’d say his foreskin is the same as his skin tone overall, tip-wise? I’m thinking it’s a bit darker than the color of his lips and flushes an even deeper color when he’s fully aroused, mhm. Hair color of his pubes is dark and also has a some curl and texture to it when he does let it grow out for some time. Balls, too? Hm... I’d say Kyle’s sporting a nice, snug set he prefers to keep smooth and clean more often than not.

Bonus! Kink headcanon is that he adores you paying extra special attention to his balls. Worship them and he’ll be cumming all over your face in no time~

Ghost―

Slight upward curve that stimulates you in the best of ways. IDC what anyone says, man has a mouthwatering cock with a nice flesh-pink tip and anyone can fight me on it. Probably slightly darker than his overall skin tone but not by much. Pubic hair stuff... I’m torn between him being a natural dirty blond or brunet. (I can’t remember where I saw the fanart from, but someone has a headcanon that he bleaches his brunet hair blond and oof, I’m in love, also give him long ass roots since he can’t keep up with his root touch-ups while out on missions) Straight-ish texture to his hair as well, grows pretty smoothly altogether. THIS MAN has a thick vein running down the middle of his shaft, my lord. And finally, for his balls, I’m thinking he’s got a hefty set that he’s quick to push you down to so you can pay them some attention, expect some light tickling from the hair there, too. uwu

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he struggles with being submissive and prefers being dominant the majority of the time due to his trauma. He doesn’t like the idea of submitting to someone -- he’s far too afraid of what kind of consequences it could possibly have for him. This doesn’t mean he’s a sadistic or strict Dom. If anything, he’s hyper aware of your reactions to every little thing he does, also refuses anything hard or physical against you, he detests the thought of causing his partner pain.

Price―

Leans ever so slightly to the right, isn’t too noticeable though. Since he’s circumcised in my previous post, could probably notice a scar that separates light flesh-tone color of his shaft from the faint pink of his tip. Also, despite him preferring to trim his facial hair specifically, I’d see him as going fully natural bush-wise. Man’s got a lovely cushion of brown hair that’s got just the faintest amount of gray speckled throughout. While he looks very textured, I personally think his hair would be soft af. Large set of balls that droops a bit lower now than when he was younger~

Bonus! Kink headcanon for John is - if you’re willing - he’d love to use you as an ashtray when he’s smoking. He’d light up, take a few puffs, than order you to open your mouth so he could tap the ashes off onto your tongue. Ordering you to keep your mouth open so he can see the black and grey specks of ash decorating your tongue before having you swallow.

Soap―

Has just the slightest upward curve to him, definitely jokes it’s great for helping stimulate his partner’s g-spot. Also knows all the best camera angles for top-tier dick pics. Shade darker than his natural skin tone and also has a smidge of hair going up the bottom of his shaft. Doesn’t mind in the slightest though. As mentioned before, he prefers going all natural and doesn’t shave or trim much. Lord, the amount of hair this man has. Has treasure trail, hair thighs, ass, groin, everything. Sorry, I love hairy men, what can I say? Also, when he’s super pent up, his tips turns a deep ruddy shade you love to see every time. Balls are on the larger side with one being slightly smaller than the other, also very sensitive and will have him turning into a whimpering mess if you pay special attention to them.

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he takes every spare chance he can get to take and send nudes and videos of him jacking off. Doing his best to make those sounds you love whilst trying not to get caught by anyone. Those moments are for your eyes and your eyes only~

Rodolfo―

Sobbing because his cock is the same gorgeous shade as the rest of his skin, although can see the head of his cock and his balls being a tad darker. Maybe has a tad lean towards the left. Has trimmed dark hair that feels amazing beneath your fingertips. Balls are a bit on the larger side. Run your tongue over them and his dick will be twitching above your face in no time, also will draw up tight to him when he’s cumming~ Please spread this man’s thighs apart, he’s got beauty marks for days and will fucking tremble if you kiss and run your tongue over them!

Bonus! Kink headcanon is he’s got such a praise kink when it comes to his partners. The hottest thing in the world for him is for him to be showering his partner with compliments, feeling them clench tightly around him as his words register in their pleasured-addled minds.

Alejandro―

Much like Rudy, he’s a beautiful shade of tan all throughout, and his cock head is just as flushed and ruddy when he’s aroused. Much like Rudy, has a lean but his is the exact opposite, veering to  Also is hairy just like Soap, but nowhere near to the same degree. If anything, man’s sporting a thick bush, hairy thighs, and legs. Also another man sporting thick veins throughout the length of him that he’s more sensitive about being touched than he’d like to admit. Large set of balls that do sag a bit but doesn’t mind in the slightest definitely likes to teabag his partner as a result if they allow him to  

Bonus! Kink headcanon for our man is that he’s a sucker for sloppy oral, giving or receiving, but especially receiving. Nothing excites him more than seeing how ruined and messy he can make your face as he fucks it.

König―

Doesn’t really have much of a curve or lean to him, but rest assured he’s got veins for days lining his shaft. And, if you run your tongue along them, he melts on the spot. Perfect male whimpering audio material <3 The color of him is noticeably darker than the rest of him. That, combined with his beautiful sandy colored curls make for a mouthwatering view. Also has large, yet tight balls that are far more sensitive than he’d like. Overstimulate the big guy right now!

Bonus! Kink headcanon is that due to his size all around, he’s grown to have a liking for size difference with his partner being smaller than his. It’s pretty easy given his height, but more so it drives him feral to see his cock bulging his partner’s belly out with every thrust he gives.

#john price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #könig x reader #call of duty x reader #task force 141 x reader #los vaqueros x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #'nsft' #opened mail #requests #my writing #lordsexmachine

[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: Smut, scent kink, pee mention, masturbation (m), the reader wears panties but no pronouns are used.

author notes: This is what happens when I wake up and first thing I see is @boyardee-znuts asking for desperate 'Tsumu. I just upped the ante LOL. Hope to go back to normal writings after I finish my exams.

‘Fuck you and your cookie game’ Atsumu thinks while his right hand desperately strokes his hard cock a pair of your used panties adding a new texture to this pitiful experience.

How does he know he looks pitiful? Well, the expression on your face while you look at him leaves no room for doubts.

If you just accepted to help him out now he wouldn’t look like a loser, he wouldn’t have to dig in your dirty laundry to find two panties, like one of those sick perverts, he wouldn’t have ended up looking like this.

The blonde tried at first to look irresistible, he wanted to lure you into joining him after all, you would have fallen for his charming way in…5 minutes? Atsumu did his calculations.

So sad he is so bad at math.

Not only you didn’t even glance at him, but his mind also numbed just after sniffing the scent in your panties. He soon licked the cotton of your panties where he could slightly taste your essence and something more…sour? Is this piss? And why is it turning him on so much?

Atsumu’s head stops thinking, letting this whirlwind of degeneracy engulf him; if doing 10 makes you go to hell then why not do 1000?

He frees his cock from his shorts, not even bothering to pull them off completely, to stroke his aching cock with another pair of your used panties, his hands try to match the rhythm of his tongue, hot muscle still licking up and down the wet cotton, in the desperate search of your flavor that always send a tickle down his spine and make his hips snap up. If only you were really sitting on his face right now, thighs trembling while his fingers leave indents in them, Atsumu is sure that he’d be able to make you mewl with pleasure.

Atsumu pushes his pinkish sweatshirt in his mouth, teeth keeping it up as if his life depended on it. Maybe if he shows his abs, now covered in a thin layer of sweat your willpower will crumble. He opens his eyes, his lashes a bit sticky from newly formed tears, and what he sees?

You are looking at him. Too bad that the disinterest is dripping from your face.

That’s how he finds himself at the starting point, a too-loud moan escaping his throat, reddish lips hanging open, sweatshirt now crumpled and wet sticking on his chest, some of his blonde curls stick on his forehead, but Atsumu doesn’t move them away, hands too busy either stroking his cock or touching his hard nipples.

“You look like a real whore ‘Tsumu.”

“Ah-“ You finally step closer to him, but still out of reach. “Please h-help me” His doe-eyes shining for all the tears spilling on his reddened cheeks, he sits lower on his armchair so he can get his hips near you, each thrust more desperate, his dick twitching begging for your attention.

“I never took you for the begging type.” Your voice is so cold and disinterested, your disappointment only excites him more.

“Please, please-“ A louder moan reverberates in his living room, the music from your game dulled long ago.

“You are really a pathetic guy.” You reply, your feet pushing against his hard-on, making your boyfriend groan in pleasure. “Really, really pathetic” you slowly say, never leaving your position, keeping him afar.

“Y-Yes I am! I’m just r-really disgusting boy.” He bucks his hip on your feet, the rhythm is random and you can sense his orgasm approaching.

So you just step on it harder, your heel pushing hard at the base of his cock.

Seems like it was the right decision, Atsumu’s eyes roll back, and his tongue lolls out staining his face even more with drool. His dick twitches one last time, cum stains both his abdomen and his sweatshirt, his red tip still covered in little globes of cum.

 “Are you fine dear?” You finally get closer to him, you remove your feet and pat his head, brushing away the blonde curls to look at him better.

“Do you need something? Water? A warm bath?” Your voice is warm and soothing this time, helping him come back to Earth after the intense orgasm.

He looks at you, eyes still a bit misty, and gulps before talking “Can we cuddle?” His voice is broken and rough. You smile, your hands softly caressing his chin “Yes, dear, let me pick a napkin before.”

You clean him up the best you can before joining him on the armchair, that cracks from the new added weight.

A few minutes of silence go by, some sweet kisses exchanged but nothing more, his breath and heartbeat still.

“You don’t think I’m pathetic, right?” Atsumu looks at you, a smirk gracing his face.

…

“Hey, hey, (Y/n) answer me- where are you going, hey!”

Some things are better left unanswered.

#haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #atsumu miya x raeder #haikyuu x you #hq x you #what a come back to the fandom right? Right???? #I swear I'll go back to normal

[ping1n]

Theres a trend I've noticed with the current era of minecraft modding.

It's a sort of... professionalism? We're seeing a lot more mods made by large teams rather than single creators. Theres also a lot more focus - theres a definite trend of larger mods with many distinct features being split up into multiple separate mods for each distinct feature, if that makes sense. That's probably largely driven by curseforge's revenue scheme - I guess it's more profitable to have 5 mods with 1 main feature and a million downloads each, than 1 mod with all 5 features and a million downloads.

I don't know if this corresponds to the latter trend or the former but theres a definite increase in library mods - mod makers are building a lot more infrastructure for their work but each team is building their own library.

And I really don't know how I feel about all this.

This trend of professionalism has lead to an increase in quality but it feels like its come at the cost of creativity - theres an obsession with fitting into the vanilla game, both mechanically and artistically. It feels like modern mods are focused on expanding and fleshing out the vanilla game in a cohesive way, in stark contrast to how earlier mods used vanilla as just a platform to build their own stuff. And I feel like this is a good thing, but I also feel sad for what came before.

And I really think you can trace this change back to minecraft's change in artstyle. Programmer Art is aptly named - the original graphics were quick and dirty textures thrown together so they could get on with making the actual game. And this fostered a lot of creativity in the modding community - a community largely comprised of programmers - who could imitate this artstyle very easily. The new artstyle is great, don't get me wrong, but it pressures modmakers to match it. This means the old generation of simply textured box machines look out of place in the new graphics. When the old graphics were simple it didn't feel wrong to have something wildly different thrown in there - think Thaumcraft's inexplicably 128x128 textures in a 16x16 game, or whatever the fuck was happening with draconic evolution - whereas the obvious thought and care put into the official art makes anything even remotely out of place look wrong.

This is definitely a factor in the increase of larger teams - it's a lot harder for one person to make a whole mod and a whole set of cohesive textures. And when something looks professional theres a pressure to make it function professionally as well - if it's going to fit in with the vanilla game visually it's going to have to fit in mechanically as well.

And again, I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing - indeed, this could all just be a result of the modding community maturing. But I do have some problems with it:

Firstly, I think its notable that previous eras of modding are associated with a specific version - 1.6.4, 1.7.10, 1.12.2. That's not the case now. There seems to be a lot more pressure to update to the latest version, which is combined with a sudden increase in vanilla update frequency. I think this has pretty drastic consequences. When the modding scene stayed still, as it did in 1.7.10 and 1.12.2, theres a lot of time for mods to get used to each other. Think back to 1.7.10 where magic mods were including references and counters to each other. With the much faster development to get every mod updated to the latest version with different mods getting updated at different times theres much less opportunity for intrinsic cross mod compatibility. This is combined with the recent split between fabric and forge, resulting in mods that ironically look very similar but with much less conscious compatibility.

Theres also something off about the art style. Theres a sort of shared style that you see across a lot of popular mods right now. It's not just that they look like vanilla textures - because in large part they look more like each other than they do vanilla. Idk if that makes sense. It's like theres a consistent artstyle for mods that is ever so slightly different from the art style of vanilla.

And this, of course, brings us to the elephant in the room.

They all look like fucking Create.

I said earlier that I thought these changes could all be traced back to the change in vanilla artstyle - and I still think that's true - but when you're tracing it back the line inevitably runs through that one mod.

Create was huge. Back when modding was still getting used to the artstyle changes, Create I think solidified the entire era. It was an aesthetically pleasing, stylistically cohesive, mechanically balanced and technically astounding mod. It was big enough to draw attention from vanilla players who had never played modded before then, bringing them in with expectations formed by it. Which, in turn, created a pressure in the community to replicate this success.

I'm gonna be honest - Create annoys me. I dislike the artstyle. I dislike the obsession with aesthetics and vanilla-like gameplay over functionality. I especially dislike how its found in literally every modpack for recent versions.

But (reluctantly) putting aside my dislike of Create, I begrudgingly admit that all in all, these trends are overall good for modding. As I said earlier, they're a sign of a maturing community. But I'll still miss how mods in earlier eras were much more free to be completely batshit, or pure functionality (rftools and mahou tsukai come to mind as mods that have largely ignored the changes in the community). Every era has it's own feel and if what's new isnt for me, that's fine. Maybe I'm just old and bitter and this is all in my own head - I'm not a modder, I've just been playing this game a long time.

#minecraft #modded minecraft #ftb

[hard-times-paramore]

Drive (2011) - An Autistic Reading

Have you guys ever watched this movie with Ryan Gosling? Did you know he's literally me. Hello, fellas, today I am going to talk about why I think Guy From Drive, the Protagonist of Drive, has this thang called autism.

Everything you see here is headcanon. It wasn't intentional on the movie's part. In fact, I know it and find it hilarious. Every writing choice in this movie that led it to be critically acclaimed as a sigma male film bro has only pushed this guy further into The Spectrum. Let's take a look at them.

The Jacket

You can't talk about Drive without bringing up Ryan Gosling's silvery embroidered scorpion jacket. This iconic costume design has him standing out in the crowd as the baddass that he is, a part of his personality and of the movie's visual design. He wears that scorpion jacket so often that it becomes his image in the movie's posters.

OR... It's his comfort clothing. This jacket gets progressively dirtier with blood as the movie goes forward and he does not take it out even when he has the chance to change. Because it's the right texture, it's comfortable and familiar. When everything is falling apart around him in the second half of the movie, that scorpion quite literally has his back.

The Gloves

We love a sexy pair of gloves. I like to think they have the same function, another comfort, since he's never caught driving without them on. Might be a sensory thing too, keeping things from touching his hands.

Which reminds me of this scene

This scene is very WOW. The SYMBOLISM. His hands are DIRTY because he is a CRIMINAL.

But he was also talking his way out of physical contact here.

The Brooding Attitude

Another thing you can't talk about this movie without bringing up is the fact the protagonist is Very Mysterious and Brooding and Quiet. Everyone wants to be as cool as he is with how Quiet and Mysterious he acts. I even saw people making fun at the fact that it takes him a good 30 seconds to answer anything addressed to him.

But to me, that was just screaming nonverbality. It's not even that he's an introvert, or awkward at socializing, since he happily seeks out Irene and her son Benício to chat with them. It's just that it's hard for him - the actual talking.

In this context, his monologue at the start of the film, which he repeats later on when he decides to help Standard, might be something he scripted, and rolls more easily off his tongue now.

People also point out his facial expression stays the same for the entire movie. He also often stares at everything in a very intense manner. It might be him being all baddass and calm and collected, or it might be that he just can't emote properly, something that happens a lot with autistic people. It's not like Ryan Gosling was being a lazy / bad actor, because he hinted microexpressions and acted with his entire body during the movie. A scene that definitely caught my eye was the one he was about to hammer a bullet into his enemy's face.

Sure, his face doesn't change even as he talks with the big baddy guy on the phone, but he's clearly angry to the point of twitching a little.

The Toothpick

I like that he had this little toothpick in his mouth all the time. He even asks Benício if he wants one, and the kid, thinking he's cool as hell, accepts so he can be like him. It's a nice little trait that adds extra personality to him.

It's also most definitely a stim.

The Cars

Last thing I have to add is the theme of the entire movie. This guy lives and breathes cars. He has three separate jobs and all of them involve cars. Every hobby and leisure activity he was portrayed partaking in the movie was in a car. He drives.

Cars are his special interest. We'll never know the choices that led him to his life of crimes, but we know he managed to include his favorite thing, the thing he loves and specialized on, into it. And he does a damn good job at it, his baddass movie protagonist-grade talent at being Mr. Drive.

Bonus: the theme song

Just cause "A Real Hero" by College is such an autistic song to me. Those lyrics about being "emotionally complex, in a grain of dystopic claims", all while the chorus repeats itself ad-infinitum, reassuring you that you've proven yourself to be a real human being (and a real hero). It's a common experience to autism, and I can confirm it, to feel alienated, like you're some sort of alien in a sea of normal people. The fact this song reassures me I'm human is very comforting.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#babygirl I imprint on blorbos you have never even heard of. #autism #actually autistic #Drive 2011 #my posts

[triplexmile]

Behind the Scenes! This picture was mostly experimental. I did two versions of it (well, 2.5 versions -- I posted all of them). I'm not super happy with the way it turned out, but it's not awful, and I'm pretty sure I know what all I did wrong. Hopefully I will keep all of this in mind for future drawings. The thing is, DOA XBV doesn't have the greatest lighting for realistic portraits. The shadows are very minimal, particularly on the women's faces. Sometimes the shadows don't make sense. Sometimes there will be a hard cast shadow on the woman's neck, but none anywhere on her face. I think they keep the shadows on the women's faces minimal for the sake of making them look as soft as possible. It works for the game, but it doesn't work well when it comes to drawing realistic portraits! So I had to construct my shadows myself, and I didn't do nearly enough studying or preparation work. I also used multiple reference sources, and I should've only used one. Since I didn't do any prep work, and since I couldn't settle on a single reference source, I was doing a lot of edits and adjustments to my drawing as I was working on it. I'd shade something, then erase it. Then I'd shade something else. Then I'd erase that. Then I'd need to move her eyes around. etc etc... The paper I used was a relatively flimsy drawing paper, which can do some cool stuff with textures, but doesn't hold up well to all that erasing and editing. Which is why there are sections of her face that look kind of dirty. Oops! Well, in any event, the next portrait will be better. I really want to get back to doing commissions, but I don't know if my skill level with traditional art is ready for that yet. I can't afford to get back to digital, so this is kinda make or break for me! Any support would be helpful! (I have the link to my ko-fi in my Tumblr Profile) Link

#Ayane #Dead Or Alive #Portrait Art #Traditional Art #Traditional Drawing #Graphite Drawing #Graphite Pencil Drawing #Videogame Art #Fanart

[ambassadorarlert]

warning: fandom drama, discourse, racism, transphobia, slurs, mentions of cnc and rape, manipulation, lying, gaslighting, screenshots.

for context: a good friend of mine, who i wont directly @ but they're name is Roman, wrote a cnc roleplay fanfic last year. the fic had proper warnings, labels, tags, a read more break point, and even included reader giving armin aftercare once the roleplay scenario was over. the fic got lots of attention, none that were negative, and Roman started gaining more attention as a AOT writer. I reblogged the fic in support of my friend and their work. the fic is not the focus of the argument. people can protect themselves from things they don't wish to see however they feel necessary. but, the events that followed after the fic was published and deleted, is what this discourse is about. @kingkaisen @kingkonoha @erensbaebee @aviolentrose has been stalking and harassing my blog for months, making me feel uncomfortable and unsafe. they and several others have gone out of their way to send hateful messages to Roman and I about our race, ethnicity, hair texture, harmful stereotypes about Aboriginal/Indigenous people (specifically telling Roman to "huff gasoline" which is a well thought out Aboriginal stereotype), speculating what is in between our legs (telling us we're dirty, that our 'pussies stink' and that we have foul body odor). Roman and I both identify as non-binary, and any crass comments or questioning about our genitalia is transphobic. This is extremely disturbing, and only an unsound individual can escalate things to the level that they have become. in order to protect themselves from content they did not want to see, kingkohona soft blocked me without saying a word. i found it odd that she would do this and not say anything at all, considering we were all in a group chat together, friendly with each other on tumblr, and spoke just about every day. I messaged her first, asking what was wrong:

I said I understood because I 100% understood why she didn't want to look at it. However, she never expressed her discomfort. She never expressed how she was uncomfortable with the topic of CNC in general. In the group chat, we all talked about it and we all agreed that we were low key into it but were too shy or ashamed to actually say anything first. So, myself and others were under the impression that were were all on board with CNC.

Just as it is her right to protect herself, it is my right to protect myself. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong, but something was not right. We were all friends up to this point, have shared very intimate details about our lives and our traumas, so I was initially hurt that she did not tell me this at first, and chose a more shady route. In my logic, if she really were a friend we could confided anything to, she would have been able to tell me and we would have been able to fix this issue. I decided to block her, my reasoning being poor communication skills, shifty behavior, and not being the greatest friend leading up to this point. but that is neither here or there. I also then made a post, shading her because I turly was hurt and mad, saying that if I miss a tag on darker content to just tell me and not to do weird things behind my back. Soft blocking your friend with the intention to break the mutual, while still speaking to them every day and pretending nothing is wrong, is extremely weird to me. I don't regret that post. I don't regret cutting her off on those grounds. Later I would know that she is not the kind of person who she says she is or portrays herself to be. This is when things hit the fan. Kingkohona brought it upon herself to make a post that spins a completely different narrative than what was actually happening.

There are several contradictions here that prove that Kingkohona is not telling the truth about certain aspects of the story. Firstly, Kingkohona left 16 comments under my post, from a side blog no less, and then deleted them all before i could even respond or take screenshots, so this is truly coming from word of mouth which I hate. In 1/16 comments, Kingkohona insisted that she directly @'d me in that tumblr post above. This is obviously a lie. My old url (arlertwitch) is nowhere mentioned in the post. She even outright says that she cannot @ me because I blocked her. The second lie she spun is her suddenly referring to "rape fantasies" while she previously acknowledged, and continues to, that she knew the difference between cnc roleplay and "absolute cnc" (which is straight up rape.) She either actually doesn't know the difference, or she's downplaying what she knows to further push her agenda and paint herself that she is a victim. After this post would be posted by her, Roman and I's ask box was absolutely flooded with garbage, as mentioned before. Including one, not as hateful, message from a blog I've never seen before, Eren’sbaebee. Eren'sbaebee also decided to stick their neck out and make several posts about Roman and I, publicly saying heinous things about Aboriginal people, and even uses the "a-b-o" slur. Without the slashes, obviously. They also made a separate post about how I "get off to rape." I hopefully don't have to explain how untrue and sick that is. These posts were deleted. Do you see the pattern. I am a grown person that has a job to go to, so I messaged Kingkohona on the side once I had finished my day of work. I told her exactly how I felt. Not much of my story has changed. I still stand by on what I said and how I feel, and I still feel that way to this day. These are the messages that were exchanged back and forth. This was also the last time I spoke to Kingkohona personally. I had to crop and leave some things out because again, tumblr only allows a limit amount of photos in a post.

"I-" Impeccable empathy skills.

This took place in April/May 2023, and the harassment has not stopped since. It took me a while to come to the conclusion that Kingkohona and her clique were the ones sending messages, until the side-blogs started popping up. They all had Kingkohona's general aesthetic (black and pink. no age. no bio even. only reblogging and her work always being the last reblog that was made. always 1hr ago.) I understand that is a huge accusation to make, but once you have a feeling in your gut its hard to ignore it. Kingkohona has also used side-blogs to send asks with links, directed to posts that were made about me, saying things to intentionally provoke me.

The link to the post in that ask has since been deleted. Shocker. A common tactic for Kingkohona to sweep her deeds under the rug and avoid having evidence. This has been a pattern for months, as some of you already have seen the things I have gotten in my ask.

I just came back from a month long hiatus, and the other day I made a post venting about all of the things I was going through in real life and on tumblr. Of course, kingkohona saw this and took the opportunity to try and spin another tale. In the other 15 comments that she made, she insisted that she has no side blogs, that she was unaware of the hateful messages that Roman and I were getting apart from "just one" message that she anonymously sent to us. Which was, indeed the comment about how Roman and I's genitals must smell. It's really a shame that I don't have screenshots of any of this, the 16 comments were live for 10 minutes before being swiftly deleted. (EDIT: I didn't respond or take screenshots immediately as they were posted because I have hobbies, and was using my laptop to play video games and to make this post.)

I'm sure you can pick up on the lie there as well: How she was "unaware" of all this hate we were getting but still admitted to sending nasty messages.

the way she is capable of lying through her teeth is wild. she uses a fake persona that she is a soft, delicate, sensitive person when she has proven that she is so far from that. she's manipulated people, and has outright lied to thousands of her followers, (who she referred to as "fans" in 1/16 comments. a true display of how narcissistic she is. fandom writers aren't celebrities and followers aren't your "fans" lol.) she is still under the impression that I'm upset about being softblocked over a silly fanfic, but the problem is much deeper. I have explained this to her, but she still won't see reason. And she obviously won't leave me alone, since I have to make this god damn post.

My days of exposing people have long been over. I haven't been in this kind of drama since I was a teenager, but I cannot allow this type of behavior to slide. Not towards me, and especially not towards any of my friends. Kingkohona has gone out of her way multiple times to consult a "mutual friend" about my doings, and if we still talk, despite them setting clear boundaries that they don't want to be involved.

She can lie and pretend that she's innocent until she's blue in the face. She can swindle her "fans" however she wants. but at the end of the day i know what she did. Roman knows what she did. and that "mutual friend," who actually wants nothing to do with any of this, knows everything as well

I'm sorry for this long post. I'm sorry to rehash, at this point, year old drama. And I'm sorry to bring such dark and horrible topics to your dashboards. We really were friends. We talked each other through rough times, and shared extremely private details to each other. But I'm taking back control of my blog. I will not allow this girl to stalk me any longer. like i said before, I want my blog to go back to how it used to be and support other writers and get back into my own groove, but first I have to take out the trash.

Tay, Ave, Bree, whatever your name is, you've created a horrible space on here because you'd rather lurk and stalk in the shadows that be a true friend and admit what you've done was wrong. get fucked. stay off my blog. don't contact me again.

#text post #tay-gate #kingkonoha

[heycarrots]

My entire life, I thought I had straight hair.

You might ask, how do you NOT know your hair is wavy? Doesn’t it wave naturally?

It does, but only if allowed the opportunity and the encouragement to take its natural shape.

Growing up, if you were a girl, you got up early before school, showered, and then gave yourself an EXHAUSTING salon-level blowout every single morning. If you didn’t, if you let it *gasp* NOT be flat and shiny, you were considered dirty, unkempt, not feminine enough. The only exceptions being the CURLY folks, the female identifying goddesses who could NEVER ever be mistaken for straight-haired girls because their hair slingshots back into shape the moment any moisture hits it.

Over the years, I laid on more damage that society demanded, or so I believed. I bleached it to match my Marilyn aesthetic at the time. Platinum blonde, ramrod straight and then, ironically, hot rolled into submission to create the look of artificial pin curls.

All that bleach and all that heat, of course, destroyed the strength of my hair. It was brittle and, while it looked beautiful from the outside observer, I was losing a battle with it.

Growing up in South FL, the heat and humidity were my constant source of struggle. No matter what I did, how much I ironed my hair silky straight, it would fluff up like a chia pet within 15 minutes of going outside.

Looking at other girls around me who did not share this same struggle, I felt defeated. Why can’t my hair just lay flat? I mean, it LOOKS straight in the morning, I’ve always been able to shock it straight since childhood . . . What’s happening to my hair?

Well, motherhood happened. I was too tired to continue my battle with the blow dryer and flat iron every day, so I said fuck it, and just started letting it air dry.

At this point, my strands had been beaten down to the point where they were like, yeah . . . we’re not gonna lie flat and be cooperative, but we also don’t have the proteins and care required to spring back to life. So I got what could best be described as slightly bent frizz. I was very close to accepting this as just my lot in life when someone said, look at all that frizz! It looks like your hair is trying to curl.

My initial response was . . . No way! It’s definitely straight! It’s always been straight. I’ve worked really hard to assure it’s straight because, for me, the alternative was unattainable.

This kind soul turned me onto the curly hair method and assured me that If I put in the work to undo the damage I’d done to it over the course of my entire life, I would see significant change.

The day I finally accepted this was when schools shut down in Japan and I lost my job during the pandemic. I no longer had a reason to conform.

So, over the course of the next few months, I implemented the changes she had suggested and my hair improved dramatically! I won’t say it was always pretty . . . It was super awkward at first and I had to endure cold silent judgement when out and about in ULTRA conservative rural Japan, where any texture in your hair is equated with moral decay (not even exaggerating . . . try going to an onsen with a visible tattoo).

But now . . . my hair is thriving. As soon as water hits it in the shower, it clumps up and beings to curl. I haven’t straightened my hair myself in years.

If you’re thinking this sounds a bit like a metaphor, that’s because it is. Yes, this IS also the truth about my hair journey.

But just like my hair, I went through my entire life assuming I was straight. I’m married. I was married previously. I’ve had some very good relationships with men. I’ve had some REALLY bad relationships with men, but my relationships with my female friends have always felt a bit desperate, a showering of affection I tried to mentally attribute to my being on the spectrum.

Events in my life have recently caused some serious reflection . . . on female friendships I’ve had over the years that felt entirely one-sided, a longing for something deeper that just wasn’t reflected back at me. At a certain point, after losing my dearest friend to cancer in my early 20s, I shut down female friendships. They were too painful for me and I never understood why.

I am not straight. Never have been. I’m bisexual. This doesn’t change my relationship with my husband, any more than the fact that I appreciate most men would cause me to dart off after the nearest alternative. However, accepting this about myself has unlocked a sea of understanding about my past, about my role in those failed friendships, the expectations I was unknowingly placing on these girls which, because they were hidden, even from myself, they were destined to fall short of.

Over the course of the last month, I’ve been reeling with this paradigm shifting revelation and one thing I’ve come to understand is that I’m not my own type. I’m not drawn to girls who look like me (or at least look like I DID, with the pinup makeup and exhausting beauty routine). There’s nothing WRONG with that, but I’m not attracted to it because it holds no mystery for me. I know how hard they are working. I know the art and the artifice. Because I never looked at a woman as beautiful as Max and had FEELINGS, I assumed I had to be straight. If one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen makes me think *meh*, then I guess I must not be attracted to women.

But then, there are those women who simply do not give a fuck. Not a single one. And yet, they glow. They know no shame and have always known who they are and fight for the world as it should be, not as it is. And look at that! It appears I do have a type, after all. I guess you could say they are the Madis of this world, the Mirandas of this world.

To those women, thank you. I intend to approach life brackets emptied. Unredacted.

Love is love.

#know no shame #black sails #madi scott #miranda hamilton #coming out #bi awakening #wavy hair #hair journey #straight hair as a metaphor #some of you know my story already and thank you for the care you took and your kind guidance #I am eternally grateful #lgbtq positivity #max

[siberat]

“Well, this ice cream will melt if I just keep jaw flapping. *Picks up ice cream dish* How about we try this? It is my favorite flavor too, mint fluorite chip smothered in rich, rose-pink sauce. Of course, topped off with a heaping mountain of whipped cream. Garnished with a light and airy cookie rod to add a nice, pleasant crunch. *Licks lips* Now, if you don’t mind me, I must shovel some of this frozen treat into my mouth. *Hums in enjoyment*

Oh, this is very good! But I must take it slow, or I will get a processor freeze, right?

Oh, by the way, thank you for weighing in on the cups up versus cups down discussion! Several agreed with my thought that they should be top-side down. However, one anonymous user did make an important statement. It reads as follows: *clears throat* My team prefers to face the glasses up because “ it’s so the glasses don’t get dirty from touching the cabinet,” but I think it’s shuttlescrap, clearly you’re right, and they need to be faced down to not collect dust.”

Well, I sure don’t want to cause a rift between you and your team. *Bites a cookie rod, crumbs flying everywhere* Oh, do pardon my mess. But if I may offer a simple solution- just clean the cabinets, that way the top of the cups won't get dirty. *Winks*

Oh, and Alcorian pips in as well. *Optics widen* ‘The cups should absolutely be placed upside-down in the cabinet, and Rat/chet’s behavior frankly horrifies me /lh’ *Laughs* Oh my, sometimes I simply wonder what goes through that old mech’s processor, right? Ultimately, I let him put them away how he wishes and go behind him and fix it. I haven’t heard him complain about that yet. *Face goes deep in thought* However, I do receive some glares from time to time. Do you think he knows? *Shrugs*

Let’s move on to the next question. As well as the next dish. I sure polished off this ice cream! *Shows empty dish* Hmmm… what would be a good selection? Oh, how about some stuffed shells? * Picks up the bowl and shows the camera* Don’t these look scrumptious? Lithium-based noodles in the shape of a fun, large shell stuffed with three types of cheeses- one being ricotta cheese. *Face lights up in glee* Yes, that is my most fav type of cheese! But also, the sauce is vibrant and is seasoned with copper, zinc, and iron. *Grabs a shell and takes a large bite* Very good!

Wow, we have a lot of shy watchers, don’t we? It’s alright; this is a safe place. I promise I won’t bite! *Playfully winks* Another anon asks: “Is Rat/chet keeping things simple with Cyber/tronian dishes, or did he also gather up some organic/earth-based foods to add to the menu?” Well, while our digestive tracts are indeed powerful enough to digest ores, metals, and minerals, Earth-based foods can be consumed, but they do not provide much nutritional value. I have tried a few, mainly those Little Debbie snacks… *Sheepishly smiles* Those Swiss rolls look good. However, like most Earth-based foods… they can give one indigestion and…well…. Some terrible gas. *Covers mouth with a servo* Please excuse me for being so vulgar, but hey, you chose the topic! * Polishes off one stuffed shell and picks up another*

Regarding Rat/chet’s cooking… * Optics dart back and forth* Let’s just say it is improving. Being such a busy Doctor tending to his patients, he would opt for quick meals instead of tasty ones. Meaning, he would eat a lot of microwaved dishes. *Crinkles nose and sticks tongue out* Yuck! They were like chewing tires with how rubbery they were! However, he has improved, mainly due to my teaching him how to cook. *Bites lip* Well, when I don’t cook for him, that is. He can make simpler meals that still taste good. But if you ask me, I am the better chef!

Oh, look….* Shows empty bowl* All done! Those hit the spot! Now, it’s time for some creamy and sweet flan! This cute cylinder-esque dessert is small but satisfying! * Picks up the dish, cuts a sliver, and eats it.*  The texture is silky smooth! It tastes like vanilla and caramel! This will make my tummy very happy, wouldn’t you say?

Alright, onto the next ask. SWSuperior asks: “So, how does it feel to betray the Decep/ticons?” *Gives deadpan stare.* Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say I betrayed the Decep/ticons, but more, the Decep/ticons betrayed us. *Eats another forkful of flan* So, yes, I used to be a part of the other faction; this is true. And while I am all for the equal treatment of all Cyber/tronians, the ‘Con’s idea of peace and victory depended entirely on violence and tyranny. I once stood behind Mega/tron and served as his minion. I have done countless things I regret- and I will not go into further detail about them. At the time, the promise of equality seemed such a dream! *shrugs*

But in the end, that was an illusion. Sure, I wanted a change. I was sick of living on the streets, being treated like trash, and using drugs to escape reality. The Decep/ticons promised that change. They vowed to rise out of the darkness and become so much more. *Sighs deeply* Unfortunately, that cost the ultimate price. How many mech’s suffered and died because of this promise?

Too many. And while in the beginning, I stood with the ‘Cons, somewhere along the lines, what they stood for warped into something so vile and nasty. Suddenly, being equal wasn’t enough. Now, the end game was to dominate. *Shakes helm in disappointment* What we initially were fighting against was what we were becoming.

And I didn’t like that. Not one bit. *Eats the last bit of flan* I want everybody to be treated with the kindness and respect they deserve. Mechs shouldn’t have to fear ridicule for their beliefs or have to work the streets because of their alt mode. Everyone deserves to be happy. And free.

Guess what? *Grins and shows empty plate* Time to pick another dish! Oh, I just loved that sweet dessert! I think I need another. Which shall it be? *Optics scan the table* That cake sure looks yummy, right? But I think I’ll save that for later. Oh! *Optics widen* I know what I want! Lava cake! *Twiddles fingers in excitement*

Look at this beauty! *Shows camera* Rich, moist chocolate cake with even more iced ener-cream on top! And let’s not forget it’s lava cake…* Cuts a chunk out, allowing liquid goo to flow out* Inside is this luscious liquid that’s sweet and warm, contrasting the coldness of the ice cream nicely. *Takes a bite, optics closing as he hums* Oh, this is divine! But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about how my food tastes this entire livestream, so let's take another note, shall we? *Reads over datapad*

This next question reads: “Out of everything you’ve ever eaten, what is your absolute favorite?” Well, thank you, anon, for asking! This is a rather tough one, to be honest. There are several dishes that I go bonkers over! *Dreamy look washes over his face* I love the full course, hearty meals, such as roasted cyber-turkey with mashed chromium potatoes, stuffing made from talc and calcium, and some fresh crystal beans! Very filling! *Rubs belly*

Oh my, would you look at this? *Pats a rounded belly* Well, it looks like I have been enjoying this meal! Just look at how full my tummy is! With all the fun and excitement of this livestream, I simply haven’t noticed how much food I have been packing down, huh? *Wags a finger* I bet you all knew and were too polite to say anything. Am I right? *Gives belly a pat*

But my favorite meal has to be Toshikoshi Soba noodles. This is a special dish to be eaten on New Year's Eve to start the New Year off with a clean slate and bring you good luck. These noodles are made from wodginite and are very easy to cut. *Hints a smile* The cutting of the noodles symbolizes letting go of the previous year’s hardships, in case you wanted to know. The soup consists of cyber-fish broth, shandite sauce, and sweet rhodium wine. *Continues eating cake* Oh, and I usually put in some cyber-fish cakes and dried seaweed and garnish it off with some feldspar. *Gives a chef’s kiss* The spectacular dish always lightens my mood! *Scraps plate clean*

Wow, that was tasty! And my belly is feeling awfully huge right now! *Sets plate down* This plating is starting to get tight. I don’t know how much room I have left. And I have so many more dishes I wanted to try and share with you! *Belly grumbles* Oh my! Did you hear that? Sounds like my paunch is starting to talk to you all as well! Let’s hope it adds to our engaging conversation, right?

Let’s move on to the next question- and dish. Shall we?”

… ……

Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dr/ift, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another TF character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

( if your ask didn’t get answered, I am saving some for other rounds)

Also, you can send you ask in as another TF char if you want! Have fun with them! ( I need more questions hint hint… running low*

#chubformers #siberatart #chubby belly #mukbang #digital art #weight gain game #weightgain #wip #chubby bot

[toaster-hair]

There’s a Human In The Neighborhood! (i apologize in advance)

chapter 2 babeyy

you get sick and snotty and someone comes to take care of you!

(if you havent read chapter 1, this series is NOT nsfw but does talk about bodily autonomy) 

It had been a few days since you moved into your new home. Thankfully, you have a toilet now, everything has been unpacked and organized, and your new neighbors even helped you paint your house! Unfortunately, after your little situation with the lost toilet, the word spread quickly across the neighborhood. Our new friend is a human! They poop! They need a toilet! They just kept asking you questions, of course. 

“Do you need multiple toilets? Are they one-use only?” Julie asked. You told her no, they can last for quite awhile. 

“Is pooping fun?” Sally asked. You told her that it might be fun for some weirdos, but it's not fun for most people.

Howdy made sure to get some toilets in the shop, just in case you ever needed another one. He would always offer a free one everytime you bought from there. Like as if you collected toilets. You actually thought about getting another one after he offered a golden toilet, but you ultimately declined.

All this talk about human anatomy, you barely had anytime to question puppet anatomy. They didn’t poop but they still ate, Wally in particular would eat with his eyes, which kind of freaked you out. Your house came with a shower, so they did shower, but why did they need to? Wouldn’t they get soggy?

With all of this questioning, you didn’t even notice you were sick! It was only until one particular day where your friendly mailman Eddie asked if you were okay. You looked pale, apparently.

So, you were staying in for awhile. You tried to mostly stay in bed and cuddle with your cat, but you kept having to get up to go blow your nose. Sometimes, you would blow it for 5 minutes straight. You hoped all the blowing wasn’t too loud, you didn’t want to disturb your neighbors. Your throat also felt dry and raspy. It felt like the word “hasty”, colored an icky beige and with the texture of chicken scratch. Despite being incredibly dry, taking at least 4 cups of water before it felt normal again, you could still feel all your snot running from your nose to the back of your throat, coating it in a disgusting film. 

You were in the bathroom, wiping your nose, as you felt what little food you ate that morning come back up in your throat. You quickly got to the toilet, throwing up in the bowl. You could feel all the little chunks spilling out. You were just glad that it ended as soon as it started. You watched it flush away as you grabbed your tooth brush, cleaning your dirty mouth. As you spit out the toothpaste, you heard a knock on your door. 

You slowly made your way to the door, the knocking doubling. You opened it and saw your town’s personal big bird Poppy Patridge! You greeted her, “Oh! Hello Poppy!” she looked relieved to see you “Do you need something?”

She shook her head “No, it's just that you haven’t come out of your house in a while. Everyone was worried sick, especially me and Wally.” she analyzed your face, looking to see if there was something wrong. “What’s the matter?”

You sniffled your nose. You didn’t know your neighbors liked you so much! You only moved in a few days ago. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just sick is all. Threw up a couple of minutes ago, haha.” 

“Oh my, are you okay?” she asked as she forced herself in “I thought that might’ve been the case, so I brought some chicken soup!” you didn’t even notice the large bag she brought with her, watching her unpack a lot of different care items, from the previously mentioned chicken soup, to pain medicine. Wait, chicken soup? Why would Poppy have that, if she’s a bird…

Next thing you knew you were being tucked into bed. “I’ll go warm it up. You just stay and rest, ok?” you obliged. Your kitty cuddling you closer as you feel your nose bubble up. It was only a few minutes until Poppy ran back into your room. “Here, I have some warm chicken soup, some cold medicine, some tea, a bucket in-case you threw up again, and tissues!” you watch her organize everything quite quickly. “Oh wow, thank you Poppy.” she shook her head “Oh, no need to thank me.”

You picked up the chicken soup and slowly ate. Poppy sat on a chair next to your bed, watching you with caring eyes. “Do you feel any better?” you shook your head slightly “No. but it tastes good.” then you thought about it again. “Hey, um, Poppy? You’re a bird.. Why do you have chicken soup?” Her head tilted. You continued, “I mean, a bird eating another bird.. Wouldn’t that be cannibalism?”

She laughed. She laughed right in your face. You felt a bit humiliated. “Oh honey, of course it’s not cannibalism! I mean, first of all, don’t birds already eat each-other? Secondly, puppet birds and human birds are much different!”  you were confused. “Human birds?” you asked.

“Well, yes. I’m a puppet bird, but the chicken in your soup is a human bird. Howdy is a puppet caterpillar, but the ones you watch turn into butterflies are human caterpillars! It’s like how Wally is a puppet person, and you’re a human person!” she explained as she gestures with her hands. “Oh, speaking of Wally, I should probably go tell him you’re alright.” she reaches out her hand and pets your cute little kitty. “Hi little kitty.. You keep your owner company as they regain health, alright? Well, I’ll be off then. Goodbye!”

You watched her get up and leave. Hey, wait a minute, she didn’t ask you what getting sick was. So, puppets get sick? Did you pick up something from one of your neighbors? You’ll have to ask them later. You just continued eating your chicken soup.

(A/N: still trying to figure out what kinds of things i can write about without getting into nsfw territory)

#welcome home #welcome home fanfic #y/n #uhh uhh #gross #fanfic #toaster-hair

[thewhistlegang]

Oh yeah from before I asked if you still hate shoes because I was looking into getting started barefooting, and needed some advice lol

... Ah, that makes sense.

So like, I haven't done it really all that much to be honest, but I have done it outdoors, around college, and even once in a dollar store. How did I do that?

Well, I guess there's a quadrant, split between private and public on one half, and indoor and outdoor as the other way to divide.

First thing for it is indoor private. Just get used to walking barefoot around your house, feeling the textures and all... carpet, hardwood floor, tile... it can be pretty interesting, and I think generally a lot of people are at this stage anyway.

Next is outdoor private. That's, like, walking around the yard, on your driveway. I've got a gravel driveway that helps with toughening up my feet, though admittedly the gravel is fine enough that I got used to it quickly. These surfaces may be kinda dirty compared to indoors, but experienced barefooters often have dirty soles from the environment anyway.

In between this you might get used to, say, going barefoot to someone else's home or something, but I dunno. It edges between private and public, to be honest.

Next is outdoor public. I haven't had many opportunities to fully do it, but this is, like, parks and such, or along the road. Definitely also dirty, but not nearly as much. You can also count walks in a forest or in a trail as this. Most people fall into this category at the beach, however, since sandy shoes can be a sensory nightMAAAAARE.

Finally is indoor public, which is probably due to cause the most problems. These are also where your feet have the potential to get the dirtiest tho. If you wanna start, probably start by just walking into a place and getting an order to go. Then you can graduate to, like, a small store late at night.

Note that It's up to the establishment to determine whether barefoot customers are okay, so often going "incognito" may be recommended if you're just beginning. While there are soleless shoes like Barebottoms, often carrying flip flops or something can help. Food courts and restaurants are the most likely places to tell you to put on shoes due to health and safety regulations, so just be aware of that.

Okay yeah this might have been long, but yeah.

A note that yes, this is probably the recommended way to go barefoot. Some of my friends aren't yet in the public stages (including my girlfriend), but another skipped straight to outdoor public barefooting.

Doing it this way can also get your soles hard enough to handle other surfaces... while they may get rough at first, doing it enough will make it more of a pad than a callus. I don't want to post any pictures here tho since this isn't really the blog for that.

Finally, textures I'd recommend: grass is really good, unless you're too ticklish (my one friend can't do barefoot on grass because of that). Mud is also pretty amazing to me, and wood is really good as well. Concrete is also good, though it might be hard to walk on if your feet are too soft for it.

Also, just... Don't post pictures willy nilly, especially if you're under 18. I've had my experience with creeps in barefoot circles.

So... yeah, this is a "brief" guide to barefooting... I hope you do enjoy it on your trip, and make sure to play it safe!

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“PRECIOUS TIGHT P***Y—ONLY GET TO BE FILLED UP WITH MY C**K...”

JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!FEM!READER SMUT — 16+

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

SUMMARY;

picture your sweet boyfriend getting into a fight with his most common enimie.. from them saying something really hurtful to him about you, causing him to show up at your house let in by your parents & knocking on your room door on the verge of crying, and as soon as the door open hes balling into tears in your arms as you try to find out what’s wrong but he just whines and whimpers crying like a baby wanting his momma and needy for his momma only, wanting you to make him feel better and you know just the way how.. but you want him to say it.

i had to make one for my baby boy,, i just love him so much

WARNING !

creamie pie, oral sex(both receiving), sub/dom; needy!sub!jonathan, gentle!dom!reader(KINDA), cockwarming, cum sallowing, hair pulling, slightly degradation kink (reader calls jonathan a ‘bitch boy’), sexual assault, cumming inside, spit kink, praise kink, sloppy blowjob, bruised up, whimpering & whining, p in v sex, titty sucking, overstimulation, slapping kink, edging, grinding, crybaby!jonathan/needy!jonathan, mention of public-fucking, season1 steve slander, the cowgirl special, riding, missionary, pornography, sex pictures, cameraboy!jonathan, season 1/2 combine, deepthroating, dirty talk, fingering, tongue fucking, body worship(male & female receiving), mommy/momma kink, begging kink, pleasure & pleasing, pet names(reader; Precious, Momma/Mommy | Jonathan; Baby/Baby boy, Good Boy, Pretty Boy, Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, Sweetie | ALSO CALLS HIM; J, Jon, Johnny)

ANY MISSING WARNING OR MISTAKES LMK.

YOU’D BEEN IN THE SHOWER FOR ABOUT A GOOD HOUR, that’s a lie—it felt like a hour.. the warm hot water falling onto your beauty rough skin as you use the towel full of soap and rub it against yourself to get that soft and smooth texture back on your skin.

You only showered for a half of a hour before you were hearing the sound of someone knocking on your door.

That someone knocked soft once, and softly twice,, you rushing to your dry-off towel, quickly drying off as you down the towel on your bedroom floor and quickly once again hurried and slipped on sum orange-yellowish panties with cheetah print on them, and the white sweater(PHOTOS ON TOP) you’d stole from your boyfriend very recently.

You made sure the shirt hidden your panties, and hurriedly put your locs into two ponytails leaving some bangs out, as you rushed back to the door and opened it revealing your boyfriend.

“Jon..Sweetie,, how’d you get in here?” You questioned as you moved out the way and he stepped inside the room, “Your mom let me in.” he mumbled in a whisper.

You closed the door, turning to finally get a good look of him, only to see his face half bruised up and a bloody lip and red puffy eyes.

“Baby, your eyes are red.” you called out as you rushed over to him getting closer as you watched him let out a small whine and look away from you as you cup both of your hand on the sides of his face kissing his bruised nose and cheek, “Jonathan—Baby, look at me.”

Jonathan’s eyes trailed back to you quickly at your command, as a solid tear dropped out and was leaking from his eyes and down his cheek.

You quickly kissed his lips giving him a passionate kiss, as you wrapped your arms around him hugging him and he lets out a louder whine.. and muffles of cries as he started to shake, and cry into your shoulder and neck.

You led him to your bed and you let him lay on top of you, you rubbing his back,, comforting him before letting one of your hands from his back crawl up to his hair and playing but also massaging his head.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he nozzle into your skin wanting more or you.

He was still crying, with the sound of his sniffles fulling up the room while he’d already stop shaking, you asked,, “Did something bad happen..Jon-Sweetheart?” he let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding,, but kept quiet.

“..don’t wanna talk about it?” you waited a second before asking, as he shook his head “no” and moved his head into your chess,, his face smooshed into your clothes breast,, feeling his raspy breath breathing against your chess made you softly smile and kiss his hair, “You know I love you right.. I love my sweet boy”

He whimpered at your commentary and chuckled to himself as your fingers spidered up his back just how he loves, “Y/N.. my precious Y/N.” you smiled at his words as you finally noticed him toying with your now exposed panties.

You nodded, “Yes, your precious Y/N,, and my pretty boy Jonathan.” kissing his head once again and played with his soft dirty blonde hair accidentally tugging at it only to receive a small whimper mixed with a moan from him, “Aangh~!”

You were shaken by surpise and let out a chuckle as your left his head up in ur hands kissing his temple, “You liked that?”

He looks you in your eyes nodding quickly before pushing his head inside of yours his shirt kissing you stomach and all the way up to your breast which he kisses and licks on while watching you by looking out the bigger hole in his shirt exposing your neck and head.

“Is there something you want Jonathan..?”

He just stares up at your for a good second before frowning and whining once again.

“Nobody likes a whiny bitch boy, Jonathan,, be a good boy and use your words sweetie.”

Jonathan would fold just from those nicknames.., he let out a quiet moan before plotting his head out the shirt and kissing you as his rough but soft hands trailed to your boobs and gave them a squeeze, causing you to throw your head back in the kiss exposing the inside of your mouth letting Jonathan slip his into your mouth.

“F-fuckk.. Jonathan, you’re not being a good boy.. mm~I want words now.” you said as you pulled his hand away from your breast and slapped it as he tried to go back, ”Jon—Jonathan don’t make me force it outta you.”

He mumbling about a thousand words all at once, looking away from you, as you flipped you guys over, you on top as your held his head to look straight back at yours, “I’m gonna count from 5, and I better get some words; 5..4, 3–“

He gave up, “N-no momma-Y/N” very quickly not wanting a punishment; “I-i just wanna feel you Y/N,, please can you do that f’me?”

You smiled and kissed his lips, temple and the tip of his nose before rubbing his hair and tugging on it once again to get a reaction outta him, ”Good boy,, Jon my… m’sweetheart, I need to know if I let you feel my tight pussy will you tell me what happen today?”

He quickly nodded trying to pull you closer, you just let o it a chuckle before kissing his lips twice some quick peppermint kisses as you pulled away and whispered in his ear, “You promise.”

You pulled away from his ear and looked him dead inna eye as he nodded once again but you shook your head “no”, “Promise,, I promise Y/N” he said only to receive you shaking you head “no” once again,, “I promise mommy.. I’ll be your good boy—and tell you.. I promise my precious momma Y/N.”

You chuckle softly as you crawled backwards away from his face but leaving a trail of kissed down his clothed body as you rolled up his shirt and lick and kiss his nipples like he did you, before kissing down to his v-line and unbuckling his jeans to get to his boxers and expose his happy trail, “So pretty, my pretty boy,, only f’me right Jonathan..?”

He bit into his fingers drooling from his mouth as he watches you and quickly reply why, “Yes, yes only for Y/N my.. m’mommy!” his moans got louder as you finally got his dick out and started to rub it up and down.

You pumped his dick up and down with you right hand as you watch him squirm and moved around gripping onto the sheets but started to reach for your hand which you didn’t notice until he started thrusting in your fist as you seen one hand holding on your his chess and the other reaching for yours, “T-touch-mMmm-more~ please,, touch me more.. mm~ aah!”

You finally held onto his hand locking your hands together letting them fit in like a puzzle piece, “Sweet boy, your doing so good, you want more,, want my mouth?” you tease as you pumped his dick quickly as you felt his body tense up, “Yeee-aAAhh~, please yes, mommy yes!” you kisses his tip before slowly licking most of his leaked pre-cum from about begining inches of his cock, before him removing that hand from his chess.

The hand from his chess slowly came to the back of your head caressing onto your hair and he started to shove you fully down making you gag, once or twice which didn’t stop Jonathan,, you quickly got the hang of it when you realize he wasn’t going to let you back up until he’d came,, like he was seeing thousands of stars.

You started bouncing your head up and down onto his cock, stroking the 2 inches of his cock that wouldn’t fit in your mouth before moving your hand to play with his ball squeezing them before pulling your mouth off of his dead as he whine from the lack of your wet mouth.

You placed your mouth on his balls sucking and licking on them helping him reach his climax more quickly before he let out a cry, “Y/N mommy!!” you kissed the bottom of his cock all the way to his tip before licking his tiny hole full of upcoming pre-cum making him whine even louder, “Momma..mommy please I can’t—I’m gonna..I have to cum—can I cum f’you ma!!”

You kissed his exposed chess while looking back at him whispering, “Gonna cum in mommy’s mouth,, can you do that,, sweet boy?”

He squirmed up in his stop as his grip on your left hand gotten tighter as you heard him mumbling, “Yes—aah~~mm—please, please, please Y/N—mommy!”

You smiled before hurriedly moved to his lips giving him a sloppy kiss letting him taste his salty but bitter pre-cum before going back down on him with sloppy butterfly kisses down his body as you returned back to his aching member which was getting the tip rubbed by the palm of your hand roughly and quickly.

Before sliding your mouth up and down while your right hand is massaging his balls giving them tight squeezes getting him closer and closer to the edge as you twirl your tongue around his whole member back and forward over and over, “Please—can hold on any longer,, mama!” you released his cock from your lips with a small “pop” before looking back at him, “Cum pretty boy,, you’ve been such a good boy for me,, now be a sweetheart and cum in momma’s mouth for her,, she wants to taste you.”

Jonathan eyes was glued to yours as you felt his dickk twitch in your mouth as you twirled your tongue back and forth on it repeatedly forcing his climax to get reached and wanting him to cum now, “Mm-mommy, momma—mama..mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!”

He was releasing his load into your mouth, more like down your throat as you kept pumping your head up and down on his slowly going soft member, “ff —Mommy, mommy—I’m cumning,, ohh-myGawh~~Aagh~ Mm-mommy—!!”

Just then there was a knock on your door, you hummed on his cock causing him to cum more,, making some of the cum gush outta his dick and into your mouth as sum drip down ur lip with a mixture of your drool and saliva.

“Y/N, Jonathan..,, you guys up?” Y/D/N called out, knocking once again.

You repeatedly tapped on Jonathan leg to get him to answer her, “Ff—Y/N is sleeping,, can I help you with anything Y/D/N?”

“No, no,, stay with her Jonathan,, make sure to tell her me and Y/M/N are going out for our date night, we won’t be back until midnight or in the morning.” you smirked at Jonathan winking at him to show him this was going to be a long night, you started back slurping back on his half soft half harden dick repeatedly doing tricks with your tongue over and over getting more of his cum to gush out in your mouth, “Okay, I—ah~ I’ll tell herrrr~ when she wakes uppp-!” Jonathan coughed up, as he tryed to cover up the whines and whimpers,, it wasn’t helping at all.

Before your dad could say thing again Jonathan was moaning, whining, whimpering and all—he was just babbling to you to giving him a quick break, “Mommy—momma ssss—stop s’please,, I can’t stopp~mm-aAAh~ cumming!”

Your mouth left his cock and you open wide to show him your mouth full of his seeds, as you kept pumping his dick with your hand, “Can..can I take a picture..?”

you just nodded in response to him as he flashed the picture of you with your mouth open exposing his seeds to the fresh sweaty and lustful air.

“Gonna jerk off to these,, minus well tape all the picture we take on your ceiling, so when you pumping your dick in your fist from this day forward, and throw your head back, you’ll see me—with a mouth full of your cum and more.”

As the words was coming out of your mouth he couldn’t stop watching you, he thrusted back into your fist over and over with more cum spilling out of his angry red tip, his hand connected to yours fell onto his chess as he held ur hand close to his pulse letting you see his heart beating on the back of your hand,, he was panting pulse was quickened and all.

You swallowed the rest of his cum on your lip, before licking up the rest of the seeds from his shaft kissing and slurping the substance from his cock.

You pumped his dick back up as he used his unlock attached hand to pull and push you away but that was no help, “I need you hard again sweet boy, can you do that for me?”

He wanted to say no, but wanting to be a good boy he instead, nodded and pointed to your clothed shirt reaching for it, as you crawl up closer to him as your clothed pussy grind against his softish dick, you thrusted your ass against his dick next up and down as your slowly moved the edge of the shirt to your mouth holding it up with you teeth to show Jonathan your breast which was a instant turn on for him, he cock quickly harden.

You unreleased his hand from your grip as he try’s to attach them again but you stop him to wait, as your hand trailed up your body and pulled in ur nipples and grope her boobies giving him a show as you slowly grind on his dick repeatedly, “Mm~ Jonathan,, I’m gonna be the one cumming soon.. help me,, be a good boy Jon,, play with my boobies!” you said with such excitement, causing him to full on lash to your boobs as his hands squeezed them and rolled of your sensitive nipples,, “Suck?” he asked, you quickly shook your head “yes” before saying, “Please..sweet boy,, please!!”

As soon as the words yes and please left you mouth, his hands fell to your chocolate waist and handle on to it for his life as he started licking stripes on your nipples before squeezing them together and attaching them mouth to them as his hand roamed around your body touching your ass rolling off your back sending you shivers, and letting his fingers ghost your wet cunt which was hungry and needy, just like him.

“Jonathan.. more—more more!” you whined to him as your hand handle onto his shoulders and you tryed to sit on his cock but your panties blocked your entrance, but Jonathan quickly twisted up your panties curling them up to the side exposing your pussy letting all of your wetness spill onto his v-line and stomach before quickly pushing yourself down onto his cock, “Mmfh~ yes yes yes!”

You were on your feet, toes curled up, as your hole started to fill up with his cock so easily due to your sloppy wet walls, you looked up to Jonathan seeing him now laidback on the bed watching his dick disappear into your hole, the moment you started bouncing he was collapsing, seeing stars, hearing the sounds of you muffling your moans and whimpers as your bounces quicken rolling your hips in his lap, all of the slapping fulling up the room.

You pulled forward reaching for his hands and intertwining them together, like a stone figure as you pulled Jonathan up him now laying on your chess as your breast bounce up and down hitting his nipples and clapped back just how your ass was as you bounce chasing after your orgasms.

You pulled both of y’all’s arms behind you as your started to bounce and grind at the same time, his head was on your shoulder face tucked into your neck leaving hickeys and sweet kisses as you moaned in his ear, “Mommy’s gonna cum soon, J..my boy.. have never had someone ride you like this?” you were full on babbling to him, you’d normal ride when on your knees but you were on your toes and it felt so much better and major difference, “ff’noo—f-fuck noo!”

You chuckled and babble some more, “Picture~~mmAagh!” you looked in the direction of the camera, causing Jonathan to unhook one arm from behind you and grab ahold of the camera flicking three pictures of you full of his cock, & a picture of his fingers caressing your clit flicking it, pulling on it all of these things making you whine and whimper.

“Gonna cum.. gonna cum—Jonathan..Aagh~~ can I cum on your dick,, please—please say yes s’please ss-shit!” you whined while babbling to him as your held on to his hand tighter bring it to your mouth as you suck on his wrist and bite it roughly but not enough to bleed, “Cum—cum on my.., your dick mommy.. its all yours,, only yours!”

He grabbed your other hand kissing your palm as he thrusted upwards as your bounce adding more friction to your orgasms which caused you to cum more quicker, making Jon babble up a hurricane of moans and whines as your creamed his dick to its fullest.

You whined at all of the wetness and sweatiness you felt on yourself as you tried to pull apart from Jonathan but he pulling you back down on him making you release a loud moan, “Stay.”

“Jonathan, sweetie I think your forgetting something we promised.”

His brows furrowed, but went back to normal once he had a conclusion,,

“I was walking out of the store and heard Steve and his friend…—Tommy talking about sex with the girls at school..,, and you came up.. & they kept talking about your body.. and ‘id make her cum so quick, she’d leave that freak byers less than a minute.’ I.. just felt something about it.. and Steve started talking about I couldn’t please you, and he’d fucked the thoughts of me out your ‘little head’ and have you on a leash like dog following him around school.”

He said all without taking a breath to breathe in, “I—I just got really pissed off about him talking so reckless and sexual about you,, and Steve saying he could take you away.. have you cum all over his tongue both of them—its like one if my fears.”

You sighed, lifting your head from his chess and kissed his temple down to his nose and finally giving him a sloppy lovable kiss, lasting longer than a usual one, “Steve or Tommy isn't getting me,, Im all yours Johnny, sweetheart..”

He smiled softly at your words behind kissing you again, and again while whispering against your lips, “Again—ah~ say it again please y/n”

He hurriedly flipped you over, having you moan from the emptiness and quickly slided back into making you moan and groan,, before attaching his arms around your body getting you into the missionary position,, having your legs on his shoulder slide off and hanging over your arms as he holds onto your waist and thrusts into you like crazy on max, “A-Aah~all yours!”

Jonathan smiled pushed your knees to your stomach more as you felt him doing deeper inside you, feeling him hit your womb, “Please—s’Jonathan—sensitive soo—aaffgh~~so sensitive for you sweet boy!!”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer wanting more and more, as you kissed all over his face and started to pant as he got rougher and started rubbing you clit while thrusting—maxing the same pace.

“Mommy’s pussy is only for me and him?”

him as in his dick 😁.

You smiled trying to form a sentence without moaning or babbling, “Yes—ahh~~ of course, baby boyyy~ mama’s precious pussy is just for you..and your dick is made for mommy’s pussy-mmfh~~ I promiseAAagh~!”

Just as you replied a loud moan came out of your mouth once again, as you babbled, “Sweet—jesus! Jonathan—JonaAah~than myy~~ my—pretty boy please.. so full of your cock J~~!”

Jonathan grinned as you placed his hand on your headboard holding on to it tightly as he changed up his speed, making your whimpering get louder and moans, as you held on to his shoulders which the bed rocked back and forth, headboard bashing into the wall as his thrusting got rougher, and fastened, “Yes yes yes—precious tight pussy—only get to be filled up with my cock.” you pulled his head down for a kiss as your bottom half of your body twitched in motion, whining louder against his lips, “J—Im ..Im gonna cum—aagh~~ im cumfh~~ming!”

Just like that your squirted and had a orgasms on his dick—his filthy dick that was puffed and smother inside of your cunt, as he thrusted a little more getting more of your pussy juice to cover him as he came and fulled you up even more, and chuckled from your voice, “I bet Steve or Tommy could make me squirt and cum like you do.”

He stayed buried inside of you, resting his head on your shoulder as he mumbled “I love you mommy..” into your neck.

After kissing his palm, hand, forehead, hair, and finally his lips you mumbling up on the kiss, “I love you most sweet boy.” making him feel warm inside as he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck.

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Dr. Puppy Girl or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Vibe

Day One:

As you may of seen in my previous post, my followers decided that in honor of my new vibe arriving I should only be allowed to get off from humping my vibrator while wearing my collar and leash (and with no hands). Now this may come as surprise to you given my posts, but up until now I've been in denial about being a puppy girl. My partner teases me about and in the past kept insisting I would learn to accept it eventually (naturally I thought he was full of it). But after what I did today *sigh* I guess I have officially dipped my toe in the puppy girl pool. Ok *clap* so this suggestion was given to me and I'm going to be honest I didn't really understand.. uhh.. logistically how it would work. I understood the part about my collar, but not how I could "hump my vibe". I started by getting everything ready: my vibe, my collar, and my leash. The new vibe is purple and way more powerful than my old one. As for the collar, I have a plain leather collar with an o-ring in the front and a tag attached (maybe I'll post photos in the future). The leash is a short chain leash that looks like something you could buy at a pet store. After getting everything, I stripped down and put on my collar. I found a way to tie the end of my leash to the upper headboard of my bed. As for the vibe, after quiet a few trial and errors, I ended up getting a throw pillow from my couch and putting my vibe underneath it. The pillow is big but the vibe is stronger so when I rested my crotch on the pillow I could still very clearly feel it working it's magic. Oh and I also put a towel down on the pillow because I didn't want to make a mess on the pillow. I turned the Vibe up on high, and the positioned myself over the pillow (face down) and started grinding on the pillow. I started slowly grinding on the pillow and could feel the course texture. I let out an involuntary whimper about 3 grinds through. After I got worked up I started humping the pillow and I came in about 90 seconds. Not going to lie I felt exposed humping my pillow like this and I felt kinda dirty. Is this what it is like being a puppy girl? Well guess I have 6 more days of this to find out.

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