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[astarioffsimpmain]

"Gods, darling.” Astarion moaned softly, his fingers threading through your damp locks as you licked a generous stripe up the underside of his thick cock with your tongue. You took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hole, collecting the salty precum as you went, your eyes rolling back in your head when he twitched. You never thought this was something you would enjoy, but having the handsome vampire moaning and writhing at the warmth of your mouth had you keening around his pulsing member as you sucked him further in.  “Mmph!” you cried out around Astarion’s cock as long, thick fingers pressed against your slit from behind.  “Gods above, you’re already so wet, my love.” the wizard’s voice crooned in your ear approvingly. “Does taking his cock alone truly make you this excited?”

Well.... something is happening.

#I keep stopping halfway through because I feel like it sounds bleh #please give feedback #is it too bleh? #halp #astarion #gale dekarios #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale bg3 #gale x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate 3

[cicle-increasing]

All it takes is a little nudge

You're sitting at your desk in the office in the middle of boringly normal workday when you go to slightly adjust your posture

In doing so your clothes just barely brush against your pussy

At first you think nothing of it, but the fuse has already been lit

A few minutes later you feel a little fidgety and readjust, another slight brush

You fidget again and again and you wonder where this feeling of restlessness is coming from

You readjust your posture again to get back in the groove but all it does is give your pussy another gentle caress

With the change in posture you finally think you're fine and safe, and then you realize that your pussy has started to tingle and is a little wet

Almost without realizing it you start readjusting again but this time you don't stop and instead start moving back and forth slightly to rub yourself just a little

Anyway, it's not like a small edge would hurt, right?

This sates you for a short while but you soon find yourself slowly making bigger and bigger movements against your pussy

Before long you're having to bite your lip to stop your naughty sounds from being heard as instead of this rubbing taking the edge off it's instead making you hornier and more needy

You take one look around your desk to see if anyone is around, and after seeing the coast is clear, you bring your hand down to give your cunt something proper to edge itself with

The lids of your eyes start drooping as you begin to lose yourself in the pleasure, you unknowingly lose a bit of your control as your whimpering starts escaping the quickly failing resolve to restrain the sounds of your arousal

Quickly bringing yourself to the edge of orgasm, it's just a few more moments and you'll get the pleasurable release you've been craving. You feel yourself get so close, getting right to edge. You know this will feel so good. Just a few more humps on your hand and the sweet release is yours. Just as you begin to start tipping over the edge...

A meeting reminder dings and snaps you out of your bliss. You quickly pull your hand away and smooth over your clothes before getting up and walking into a conference room

#cicle fantasy #my first story #please give feedback #brain training #mind conditioning #good slvt #edging kink #edging and denial #pleasure conditioning #corruption kink #mind corruption

[synthe4u]

He didn't talk much, but you could tell from the way he held himself. You met him when Price was introducing everyone on base.

"That one is called Ghost," Price points over to the masked man. Ghost lifts his head to stare back at you, seemingly acknowledging the other two presences in the room.

At first, you didn't know who he was except him being your lieutenant.

"Ghost? How'd you get that name," you questioned him. Silence accompanied Ghost's response and Price had already started leading you elsewhere.

"Better not to know," was the response you got from Price when you asked him instead.

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[rand0mfangurlstuff]

I'll Look After You - Bucky x Y/N

This is my first ever fanfic. I dont know why I wrote this, I never ever thought I'd actually write a fic or post it. But this just wouldnt leave my head. I hope you enjoy and please give me feedback!

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It had been a tough misson. They lost a lot of men. Bucky had gotten a bad concussion and broke two ribs. Despite Buckys protests that her was fine, he was put straight to the infirmary. He was told he would have to stay there for at least a week if not longer. At this news Bucky almost had a fit. He wanted to go back up in the air as soon as possible and 'show those Nazi pigs who's boss'. His protests went on deaf ears.

She noticed on the first night that he was awake much later than the other patients. She turned out the lights and told him to rest, to which he just nodded. At 4am when the other nurse came to take over; she noticed he was still awake. Surely soon sleep would take over him.

Bucky couldnt sleep. No, Bucky refused to sleep. With sleep came nightmares. Nightmares of torn off legs and burnt faces. Planes exploding right infront of his eyes. The sound of his men screaming in pain and fear. No. Bucky would not sleep.

The following night she was greeted to the same thing. All the men fast asleep and Major John Egan wide awake. Though it was clear by his sunken in eyes he was exhausted. He tried his best to hide his frequent yawns behind the book he was reading, but she could see and hear them clearly. 'Major Egan, you should be asleep by now.' 'I'm not tired.' he said as he fought back another yawn. 'You're exhausted. And your body needs sleep to recover. You'll never be cleared to get back in that plane if you dont sleep.' Noticing the stern look on her face Bucky decided to feign sleep so she would leave him alone. 'Fine, I'll go to sleep. Goodnight.' 'Goodnight Major.'

As much as he tried not to, Bucky did fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. Around forty minutes passed, forty minutes of blissful slumber. Cradled among the warm blankets and soft pillows of the infirmay; his body was totally serene. His mind however, was in turmoil. As the nightmares came once again, Bucky started to cry out in his sleep. 'Curt! Curt! Engine 3! Buck...' She heard him straight away, he wasnt the first pilot to have these types of dreams. His body thrashed against the bed. 'Major Egan, its okay, Major wake up.'

He shot upright in his bed with a scream. He wasnt flying the misson. He was in bed, with two thin arms wrapped around his torso. He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was scared. A shocked and timid look on her face. Was she scared of him? 'I'm sorry, I dont know what-' 'You had a nightmare. It's okay. It's normal.' Normal. Bucky did not feel normal. He had always been able to keep his cool. Not feel a thing. Now all he could do was feel. Feel the ache in his soul and the ache in his ribs. 'I'm sorry Nurse...' 'Y/N' she said with a warm smile. She was sitting on the edge of his bed. He hadnt seen her this up close before. She had long hair, it looked soft. Her eyes were kind, and her gentle smile made him feel something he wasnt sure of. 'Y/N' he played with her name on his tongue, he liked the way it sounded. It suited her perfectly.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, make himself look less vulnerable. As he moved he gasped at the stabbing pain in his ribs. 'God damn!' 'Easy there Major, let me help.' She adjusted his pillows and helped prop him up. She was so close he could smell her perfume. Warm, vanilla, like a freshly baked cookie. But also spicy. He felt intoxicated. He missed the last thing she said to him he was in such a trance. 'I'm sorry what did you say?' With concern all over her pretty face, she said 'I'm just going to get you some more pain meds okay?' she turned and walked to the medicine cabinet.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart rate. He wasnt sure if it was going so fast because of the nightmare, or her. She returned a moment later with two painkillers and a glass of water. 'Here you go Major.' He took the pills from her delicate hand. 'Bucky. You can call me Bucky.' He swallowed the pills. 'Mm Bucky. Cool nickname.' His heart skipped a beat hearing his name from her mouth. And she thought it was cool? He felt like a fourteen year old again. 'You should go back to sleep Major. You need your rest.' Bucky knew there wasnt a hope in hell of him going back to sleep, but he smiled and nodded so to not dissapoint her.

An hour later she was doing her rounds, checking on each patient; most of who were sleeping. Except one. Major John 'Bucky' Egan. 'Bucky, why arent you sleeping?' He lifted the book in his hands 'It's just this book Y/N, I gotta know how it ends!' She smirked, 'I saw you finish that book yesterday.' His face grew red. He'd been caught. But he couldnt possibly humiliate himself by admitting he was afraid of going to sleep for fear of his own mind.

Y/N could see it. Just as she'd seen it plenty times before. Though this case was definetly the worst. She didnt know much about Bucky, but the way the other nurses talked about his charm and swagger made her this he was not the type of man who would willingly admit his fear. She wouldnt force him to either. She grabbed the chair next to his bed and pulled it closer. She picke up the book from his lap and opened it on the first page and started reading. 'In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind...' 'What are you doing?' The confusion on Buckys face would have made a great picture. 'You've read this book twice in two days? I have to see what all the fuss is about.' She continued to read out loud in a soft melodic voice. A voice so soothing and gentle it sent Bucky straight to sleep. Even after he nodded off Y/N kept reading. Hoping that her voice could reach him in his dreams and keep him away from the darkness that lurked in his mind.

The next morning, Bucky awoke to a sight so rare, so unthinkable, he had to blink several times to make sure it was real. Y/N was still by his side, asleep on the small wooden chair, her cardigan draped over her. She had stayed, stayed by his side all night long. It was at this moment Bucky realised this was the first night in a long time he'd slept the whole night through without a single nightmare. Because she was there to protect him.

#masters of the air #mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #john egan x oc #john egan x y/n #john bucky egan #bucky egan #gale clevin #masters of the air fan fiction #callum turner #i cant believe i wrote this #my first fanfic #i hope this is good #please give feedback #Masters of the air fanfiction

[ricky-writes-stuff]

Chapter One

Monday, September 14. The day of our choir competition. I’m in a choir. Chamber choir technically, but whatever. I’m in a chamber choir with six other students. Ricky, Mischa, Noel, Ocean, Constance, and this one other girl. I can’t really remember her name. I’m not that good with names to be honest. I remember her brother’s name is Ezra, the same as mine. He goes to our choir meetings sometimes. He’s pretty cool. He has puppets he brings to the meetings. Ocean finds him disturbing, so that’s pretty funny. I got on my uniform. It was the female uniform. I wasn’t really that out about being trans. Basically only the choir and a few other friends knew. Couldn’t really come out to be honest. Very homophobic transphobic town. Everyone else outside of my friends and the choir just saw me as a shirt haired girl named Ada. After getting ready and everything, I left to walk to school. It was a really small town, so it wasn’t that far of a walk. The feeling of the skirt of my uniform rubbing against my leg was an uncomfortable feeling. I didn’t like it at all. I eventually got to school. All I had to do now was just wait till the end of the day. Seven hours. Then the choir competition. I’m not that excited about it, but it’s not that bad. Seven hours. That’s all. 

#Writing my RTC OC Ezra into RTC #Aaaaa please provide feedback #I need feedbacj #please give feedback #Writing #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr #artists on tumblr #artist of tumblr #writing is a form of art too

[clusterrune]

would you guys be in terested in a book of rescources if it were

#please vote #please give feedback #mod kris #important #resources #cotards delusion #cotards syndrome #poll #awareness

[uraniumnm333]

OKAY I DO NOT HEAR ENOUGH PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT AMANE BECAUSE LIKE

okay i've been thinking so hard about her and you're about to hear the most terrible, horrible, brain-autism-filter-to-mouth rant, so strap on your terribly buckled straightjackets and let's get fuckin

first: jackalope mentions that the punishment for being voted guilty is "a rejection of their thoughts, and the first phase of physical restraint" vs the innocent prisoner's "freedom of thought"

we also gotta remember that Amane was in a cult ??? which are usually centered around brainwashing and BING BADABOOM JACKPOT thought !!! so if you're "rejecting her thoughts", I would imagine that would entail a lot of telling her that her god isn't real, and whatnot. and she's 12 ???

we also have to keep in mind a lot of other fucking things. like we know from the magic MV that she tried to help someone in ways that were not approved by the cult, which lead her to be severely punished. so she's pretty gung ho about this shit because she knnows that is she doesn't have full faith in her god then she'll be hurt !!!

but now she's in milgram and that goes complete 180. we know that she was putting full faith in her god (I think it one of the character intros it mentions that she would remind the prisioners that god would save all of them ???), and to suddenly get that turned on it's head ??? she thinks she's done everything right, she's spreading word of her religion to others and she hasn't lost faith, and now she's being hurt for it ??? it's most likely causing a HUGE struggle up in her noggin

there's two ways i think this could go. either: she loses all faith in herself, and essentially falls into some sort of depression where she rejects everyone, or she believes this is some sort of trial she has to pass to gain her god's favor. either way, TERRIBLE !!! on one hand i understand that her being voted guilty probably will help her realize that cult bad, fuck essential oils. but on the other hand i'm worried for her !!!

sorry for that i needed to talk about it or i was going to die frfr. might drop da fuuta rant but idk. here's to amane enjoyers i'm sure we're all wxs fans

#milgram #amane momose #amane milgram #rant #analysis #milgram project #idk what else to tag #PLEASE give feedback #i'm gonna figure out how to open my ask box for this frfr

[b1rdonawire]

normal conversation has devolved into the most heated debate of all time... if someone had strep would u kiss them after they’ve been on antibiotics for 48 hours

#PLEASE give feedback

[febuwhump]

at what point do we start getting the discord server back up and running that’s my next question

#it has been dead since like april which is fair #its for a month long event #but like i think people found it useful?????? #if its not a useful aspect of the event i wont put effort into reviving it #please give feedback

[magicwithineleteo]

hallo tumblr so i wrote this thingy idk what to classify it as but basically i was sad bc it felt like everyone around me is thriving and i’m not but i also know that whatever’s best for me will happen. so i wrote this as kinda like a brain dump and i liked it so i’m posting it. please lmk your thoughts and i hope u like it :) it’s my first time ever writing this kind of thing lmao

#writing #idk if it’s poetry or prose #but i’ll tag it as both #poetry #prose #please give feedback #😃👍

[turquoisepolo]

anyways what if i write a book “the fall of an empire” and its framed as this dystopian novels of teenagers surviving a world and society meant to kill them and it ends in civil war but actually its about the USA and brings awareness to all the shit happening now and and how it affects the mental health of teenagers and and the constant fear of being on the wrong side of a gun or or having our rights taken away?

what if i mention how many of us die daily due to suicide, abuse, human trafficking, guns?

what if i mention the spike in suicide and death rates amongst women after the shit show of roe v wade being overturned?

i might do it because honestly nobody is fucking listening otherwise

#please #please respond #please give feedback #please i need to know #from everyone #but especially united states citizens #writing #books #original work #politics #queer rights #women rights #trans rights #shootings #suicide awareness #and please please reblog and spread

[iexistforsomereason123]

The Blue Rose (pls give feedback idk, also I have no idea how plants work)

In the wide expanse of trees, there was only a single flower awake, a rose in particular, and quite a beautiful one at that. Her light blue petals lay solemnly, tipped with a dark, midnight blue. Stem not too long, leaving her close to the ground, and she hadn't bloomed yet. She glowed sky blue among the dark trees, alone in her existence. Lone among the tall trees. She hadn't nearly enough sunlight to live, she knew she would die soon.

Days pass

She is going to die, she is sure of it. Wilted and limp, she is a pitiful form. The tall trees look down on her mockingly, they seem to take joy in her pain. The whistling of the wind brushing their leaves gives emits a noise much like laughter. She hasn't enough energy to glare, instead, she tries to lean toward the sun, alas, it is shaded by the large branches of her tormentors. After her futile attempt at life, she thinks over her options, then, with a shock, she realizes she has none. There is only death, she chooses to accept her fate, her destiny, but it's not much of a choice as much as something forced upon her.

Suddenly, she sees a blurred form walking towards her, it seems to be as large as the trees, maybe even bigger. It stomps its way towards her and for the first time, she feels hope! Maybe it will take her to somewhere else! A meadow, a comfy household. It might even tear down those irksome trees! She brightens at the thought, a whole new life, away from the relentless mocking and lack of necessary resources.

As the giant grows closer and closer, and as she basks in her thoughts, she realizes one thing. It's not looking at her, not even facing her. It gets close, too close, and she loses all possible hope of survival. This is it, this is her end.

Everything goes dark as a large shoe stomps on her.

#writeblr #original work #please give feedback #my posts #save

[dogydayz]

fuck it i need people to see this since i cant post the WIP yet it's VERY large and planned to be VERY long. this is one of my bigger writing projects.

PLEASE give me long reblogs PLEASE obsess over it PLEASE tell me your thoughts i need so much validation and i want people to get excited about it and i want people to see what i see and get happy about it PLEASE i need people to tell me their thoughts on this and the characterization

please note that Shadow is extremely pissed because he's really not having a good time with GUN, it's mentioned in the paragraph but i need to say he's not being an ass to Sonic for no reason, Sonic is playing around and joking about shit that's EXTREMELY serious to him so he wants the bastard to learn to shut his trap and follow orders so he doesnt get fucking eviscerated.

#wip #writing wip #fic wip #sonic #sth #sonic fic #my writing #please give feedback #feedback appreciated #slight angst #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

[lyssaturner]

Lyssa was Cole turner's daughter. She was hanging out near a bar, trying to get information on the winchester brothers and trying to find out while they was so interested in her. Crowley had told her the previous day, to lay low because they are looking for her.

Lyssa saw the famous impala and she walked up to it. With a mischievous smirked. She stretched the car with an old key, her dad kept after she done that. She saw Dean running up to her. “what the hell is your problem!?” he yelled. Lyssa tilted her head and replied innocently “you was the one who was looking for me?". Dean rolled his eyes, “ofc, Crowley told you ”. Lyssa nodded as she shimmered away.

Should I make this in to an actual book?

#charmed 1998 #cw supernatural #dean winchester #phoebe halliwell #prue halliwell #piper halliwell #sam and dean #leo wyatt #chris halliwell #wyatt halliwell #crowley supernatural #charmed x supernatural #my oc #please give feedback #supernatural fanfic series #charmed fanfiction #katie douglas

[zora-thesidecharacter]

First page of my Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Nuzzlocke story.

Luna awoke with a start. Her mothers skwevot, a squirrel like Pokemon, was jumping up and down on her in order to get her awake. She lightly shoved the little squirrel off her and checked the time. 7:30 in the morning. She swore at herself before jumping out of bed and getting dressed as soon as possible.

Today was supposed to be her first day attending Naranja Academy, a large school located in Mesagoza where students from all over the Paldea region go to learn various different things, all the way from health care to cooking, to being a Pokemon trainer. And Luna was now ten minutes late from her agreed upon time to get going with her family.

Luna ran down the stairs as quick as she could, skwevot not far behind. She turned the corner to find exactly what she expected, three very impatient looking people. Luna's mother was the first to address her. “Well well well, look who finally woke up.”

“Sorry, I just-” Luna was cut off

“I don't need to hear it. Are you ready?” Luna nodded her head.

“I wouldn't be so sure! Your definitely forgetting something.” this time it was her twin brother, Solar, who talked. He was pointing at his orange tie, part of the Naranja school uniform. Luna looked down to notice she forgot her own.

“shit,” She was about to run back upstairs when her older brother, Zora, stopped her.

“I'll get it and catch up with you guys. Its your first day, and you going to really late if you don't go now, I'll catch up in a bit.” he then ran upstairs before Luna had a chance to thank him. He was three years older then the twins, so it wasn't as big of a deal if he missed this particular event.

“Lets get going then!” Solar shouts, already halfway out the door. Luna and their mother promptly followed him. They were headed to the Beach just down the road. There, they would find Director Clavel. He was the director of Naranja academy, and therefore the one to give all news students their very own first Pokemon. Luna had been looking forward to this day more then anything else ever since she watched Zora get his first Pokemon here.

By the time Luna got there, Solar had already gotten in line with four other eleven year olds. Luna got in line right next to him and peered around to see what pokemon were available. In front of the line were seven Pokemon. Fuecoco, Sprigatito, Quaxly, Charmander, Scorebunny, Clauncher, and Skrelp.

“I think we missed the speech.” Solar whispered.

“Good, that's the only boring part of this whole thing.” Luna responded.

Soon enough it was time to start picking their Pokemon. The reason why they wanted to get there early was because its first come first serve. There was a Pokemon for everyone, however if you were the last person to get there then you only get two to choose from. One by one the seven Pokemon got picked as another kid got anew life long friend. First Charmander, then Fuecoco, Skrelp, Scorbunny...

Then it was Solar's turn to pick. Sprigatito, Clauncher, or Quaxly. He bent down to the level of the three small Pokemon. One stood out to him more then the others, a little Blue lobster who looked so full of energy she might explode. “I'll pick Clauncher.” he says to Clavel, who gives a warm smile and hands over a pokeball with a sticker of a Clauncher on it.

Finally it was Luna's turn. She had two options, though it wasnt a tough decision. Her older brother, Zora, had picked Sprigatito and has had nothing but good things to say. Let alone the fact that Luna has played with Cartel, Zoras Sprigatito, many times and enjoys the company of the small green cat. “I'll pick Sprigatito.” she says. And she is handed over a pokeball just the same as Solar was.

Luna bent down and pet the Little cat. “I think I'll call you... Lilac.”

Lilac purred in Luna's hand, happy with his new trainer.

#pokemon #pokemon nuzlocke #writing #story #i hope this is good #please give feedback #i have many plans of where to go with the story #but this is an actualy nuzzlocke im dong #so some might be improvised #ill make a backstory/info post next #pokemon scarlet and violet #very nervous #new to writing