as a thank you for hitting 1k followers, and an apology for my absence, I would like to share my take on poly!141.

poly141! x recruit!reader. 1.5k words. mentions of sex, although no smut. yet.

you're a sweet little thing. smart as a whip, nerdy, and confident. having spent most of your post highschool graduate years studying, youve acquired numerous impressive qualifications. while most people your age in university were out partying, getting blind drunk, hooking up, you were studying.

a tech genius. that's what laswell had sold you as to price. he had been hesitant to allow any new members at all, especially ones so young. and yet, taskforce 141 sees two new additions. the newest little tech genius who's climbing quickly through the ranks, and another soldier. someone by the name of roach.

at first, you weren't amused. as a woman in the military, your life was already difficult enough. being assigned to an all male taskforce felt like your worst nightmare. but after some convincing from laswell, and realizing this would be the fastest way to make a name for yourself, you sign the papers.

your first week is smooth, albeit awkward. you and the other new recruit, roach, get along fairly well. he's funny, a little dorky, but obviously skilled. he isn't as intimidating as the others, being almost as young as you. you find yourself gravitating to him often, often staying up late together, eating meals together, and even training together. you make quick friends.

and so, it's only natural that you both end up becoming… closer. late night talks turn into makeouts, and makeouts turn into grinding. it's somewhat clumsy however… as if the two of you can quite place the power dynamics.

the others, however, are much more of a challenge to get along with. you're cautious, aware these men have been in this business much longer than you. the four of them- price, ghost, gaz, and soap- are a power unit. it takes weeks for you to find your place within the team.

price tries to be welcoming, although it doesn't quite work. there's this sense of authority and power around him that makes you feel small, almost submissive. his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine each time he speaks over comms, panties growing wet each time he gives you a direct order.

it's almost as if he knows, whispering your name rather than your military nickname. his voice sounds almost seductive. it makes you feel like a pervert, imagining him growling in your ear each time you get off.

price has a way of always remaining in control and not just with you. the power dynamics within the task force are subtle yet well established. there seems to be a chain of command that follows their ranks. price on top, then ghost, then gaz and soap. you notice how they all drop casual innuendos, their affection for each other, corssing over the boundary of just friendliness.

ghost barely looks, let alone, speaks to you for the first month. you're unsure if he even likes you. on the field, he's sharp and alert. you occasionally hear him share banter with the others, but never feel brave enough to join in. the man is intimidating, almost three times your size, a quiet sort of confidence and dominance that follows him around. he's the one you train with most often.

ghost is ruthless. he slams you into the matt, somehow always ending up between your thighs, his big hands holding them apart and pinning you down. you can't help but memorise the sight. your Lieutenant, panting, slightly sweat as he holding you in such a lewd position, glaring down at you.

it's your favourite fantasy to think about late at night as you touch yourself, unaware that the walls are so thin that ghost himself hears you whimper his name. he strokes himself in time with the slick noises of your cunt, imagining how desperate you must look.

gaz isn't intimidating, per say. he isn't distant like ghost or unapproachable like price. the man has such a casual confidence and arrogance around him. he's the first to speak to you, ask you about yourself. throughout your career, you've met many military soldiers. most the men fit into two categories, misogynistic dicks who don't believe you have a place within the ranks, or disgusting perverts who want a quick fuck (most of them have wives, even kids.) but gaz is refreshing. he fits into neither.

he often starts conversations with you. asking questions and truly listening as you speak. little do you know he records each one, saving them for when he's alone late at night. something about the way you speak, your tone, the quiet rasp or accent, it makes him stupidly hard. he's not above recording you while you workout, standing just close enough to capture each huff and grunt as you lift. it's those recordings that get him off the quickest, wondering how whiny youd sound if he held a vibrator to your clit, didnt let up until you were crying and covered in slick.

and soap. the man is difficult for you to read. your first impression is that he's one of those men who fit into the ‘misogynistic asshole’ category. apart from your initial meeting, he practically ignores you.

you can tell its not deliberate. he just seems more immersed in the natural, pre-established dynamic of the taskforce. the one that doesn't include you. it takes a while, but after a month or two, your interactions become more common.

he turns out to be very respectful- even helpful. due to your background in tech, you skipped a few ranks when you joined. soap helps you in the shooting range. standing behind you, body pressing into yours from behind, correcting your posture before you fire.

you even create games with each other. he gives you little quizzes. theyre normally about gun components, military jargon, or even field upgrades. with each quiz he promises a ‘reward.’

its embarrassing whenever you blush and grow wet when he says it. the rough growl of his voice, combined with the accent he has, all makes you dizzy. you don't even notice how he plays it up, practically purring out the word, smirking as you squirm, making sure to graze his fingertips over your hot skin.

it's obvious that after a month or two, that roach is significantly more acclimated than you. it feels unfair. your relationship with each member is steadily growing, yet something about how roach interacts with them is so different. it's like you're missing a puzzle piece.

it isn't until one night when you're venting your frustration that roach reveals the reason he's clicked with them so quickly.

“It's like an initiation,” he smirks, eyes flicking away from you, “think of it kind of like…. hazing.” his eyes are almost predatory as he meets yours again, so unlike the goofy persona he usually has, “if you like, I could speak to price. they have started to discuss inviting you in.”

it's as if everything made sense now. it wasn't your fault. it was another case of discrimination, you being left out because you didn't fit into their stupid boys club.

ever since that conversation with roach, you have become frustrated, irritable, and short with them all. you fulfilled all your required tasks but refused to engage with them any further. denying invites to the pub, ignoring gaz when he tried to speak, training alone, no longer asking soap for help.

after about a week of this, price calls you to his office.

a sick sense of unease and anxiety settles in your gut. the man is so intimidating, and this surely wasn't a positive meeting. you've never been in a position like this. all throughout school, you were a grade A student, and within your years in the military, you've always maintained basic respect and politeness. you've never been in trouble with a CO.

when you step into his office, however, all your expectations are subverted. price sits at his desk, smoking a cigar. roach leans against it next to him. the two of them are speaking lowly.

price notices you first. his eyes carry an emotion you haven't seen before. lust. he's staring at you as if you're some sort of prey. with a smirk, he blows out a large puff of smoke. it curls around him, only making him more intimidating.

“if you were feeling excluded, sweetheart, you should've made me aware.” he leans back in his chair. suddenly, the room feels so small, your body getting hot, “id be more than happy to include you.”

roach walks towards you, guiding you further into the office. he doesn't let you sit, however, instead standing behind you, hands groping your hips. his fingertips slip under your shirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach.

he kisses your neck, “price wants to see how pretty you are,” his hands slide further up, taking your shirt off, “let's give him a show, yeah?”

cont.

GET TO KNOW ME ♡ [1/10] Favorite Movies Imagine Me & You (dir. Ol Parker)

Her name… is Luce. Luce? As in a woman? As are you a woman? So, you mean you two are… lesbifriends?

legal line enhypen! Having pillow princess gf, always being sweet to her does everything she wants totally head over heels for her. But then she decided to tease them in public which leads them punishing her by asking her to ride them

"Decided to be brat today, teasing me all day so you wanna cum? Do it yourself"

SKSJKSJKSJ LOVE YOU'RE WORK BTW❤️

they’d enjoy sitting back, providing you with no help whatsoever as they’d simply see you struggling to ride their cock. you’ve always been given the princess treatment, they don’t let you do any work, always fucking you so good while you blissfully stay under them and take it like a good girl.

they won’t care if you beg, your crying would only turn them on, “poor baby, so fucked out without even doing anything,” they’d click their tongue, finally chuckling when you’d fall apart on their cock, and that’s exactly when they’d take over to fuck you relentlessly overstimulating your sensitive cunt.

the emmys said here's a jumpscare have some emotional devastation !!

the speak now cardigan is screaming will the wise and I LOVE IT

pride, envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, ao3

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

lust (noun) - a shortcut to sexual fulfillment, but it doesn’t actually get you there. When you lust after someone, you are objectifying that person for your own selfish pleasure. 

The summer heat beats down with a strength that must rival that straight out of Hell, Eddie thinks. 

The thermometer Wayne keeps on the porch outside reading somewhere between ninety degrees and the devil’s asscrack and Eddie can feel all of it. 

Sweat rolling down his spine even where he’s sat in the shade, sunglasses and baseball cap on and a glass of ice water pressed to the back of his neck. 

You couldn’t pay him enough money to set foot in the grass, to feel the sun hit his skin and start burning it instantly.

The only thing keeping him even outside is Steve. 

Steve who is washing his car like it's the most important job he’ll ever have. He’s paying attention to details that Eddie’s never even noticed, let alone noticed were clean.

But that’s not what Eddie’s paying attention to anyway is it?

No. There might be one thing in the steamy July air that is hotter than the sun, and it's the thoughts running through Eddie’s head. There’s nothing cool about those. 

See, Eddie’s covered in a layer of grime and his hair has gone frizzy and he’s sprawled across the couch in a way he knows makes him look less like a man and more like a deflated balloon.

But despite the heat, Steve looks like a vision.

He’s got on a tight little pair of cut-off shorts that do absolute wonders for his thighs. 

He’s ripped the sleeves off and cropped one of Eddie’s old band shirts, a white one at that, and Eddie’s eyes can trail all the way from his shoulder to his happy trail, view unobstructed. 

He’s got his hair pushed back with a pair of sunglasses that started on his eyes but were apparently hindering his vision too much. Whatever. Eddie’s not complaining. He looks sexy with his hair pushed back.

It started out innocent enough. With Eddie mentally making a note to tell him he looks cute the next time he’s close enough to the porch.

But that was before he took a break from scrubbing to douse himself under the hose. 

Because now Eddie’s old, white band shirt is stuck to his skin like glue. Like it was painted on just for him. Eddie loves Steve’s strong arms, he does. But he’s never going to pass up an opportunity to watch the way the muscles in his back ripple under his skin. The “Metallica” stretched across his shoulders is just icing on the cake.

When faced with the wrath of the sun, Eddie’s skin turns pink and tender. But Steve goes a beautiful warm golden and his freckles seem to multiply. 

Right now Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve’s legs. The way his muscles go taut when he squats down to scrub at his hubcaps. If he squints hard enough against the harsh afternoon light, Eddie can almost make out the indentions of his own teeth on the underside of his thigh. The fading purple bruise he’d sucked into soft skin, sweaty for an entirely different reason. 

He thinks of the way he’s made those strong legs tremble and shake. The way he’s had them wrapped around his waist, his head. 

Steve shifts and sits on the grass, leans back on both of his hands and throws his head back with a sigh. Eddie’s gaze gets redirected to the shirt clinging to his chest, his soft, but still strong tummy. 

He wants to lick his collarbones and leave bruises on his neck. More bruises, that is. There’s already a few mottled across his skin because Eddie just can’t help himself. How could he? How could anybody help themselves with Steve in their lap whimpering their name like a prayer? Eddie gave up trying to hold back a long time ago. 

When his eyes come back into focus Steve is stretching to reach across his windshield, back muscles stretched long and strong. If Eddie closes his eyes he can imagine the feeling of the welts he’d left across his skin. Claw marks drug all the way down his back. Can almost imagine the feeling that elicited them. The groan he’d pulled out of his boy in turn. 

Eddie snaps his eyes open and is met with Steve’s lazy smile looking his way and he really can’t be blamed for the heat it sends dipping into his stomach and the strained huff he grits out. 

The way Steve throws his head back again, this time in a laugh at Eddie’s distress, doesn’t help his case. 

It gets the worst though, when Steve sets to detailing the hood. 

Now he’s got his back directly facing Eddie. He’s bent over at the waist, hips popped back and his spine dipped low and Eddie’s not a praying man, he’s not. 

But he’s about to send up one of gratitude because sometimes he can hardly believe Steve’s his. 

And Eddie’s not stupid. He knows Steve’s onto him. He knows because he’d laughed. Because he’s peeking over his shoulder every few seconds to see if Eddie’s eyes are still on him. He knows because he’s tugged his little shorts up enough that the crease of his ass and his thighs sits right below the frayed denim hem. 

There might’ve been a time where Eddie would’ve tried valiantly to redirect his train of thought. To stop himself from making a fool of himself. But now Steve’s his boyfriend. And Steve knows Eddie’s thinking about getting him naked more often than he’s not these days. He’s just as bad. 

So Eddie lets himself sink into it. Into the visions of the bounce of Steve’s cheeks when Eddie smacks him. Of the tiny freckle just shy of his hole and how he loves to sink his teeth around it. The tiny heart tattoo on the back of his right hip that Steve totally should not have let Eddie give him, but they both love nonetheless.  

He thinks about the way his normally strong voice, breaks and goes soft when Eddie fucks him. The way he squirms when he rides Eddie’s face. 

The goosebumps that break out across his skin on the comedown and his glassy eyes and soft smile. 

His eyes are wide open but he’s so lost in the memory of his boy’s ass pulled against his hips that he misses when Steve stops washing his car and climbs the steps of the porch. Doesn’t see him until he feels his weight drop down across his lap and hears Steve ask what he’s thinking about in a sultry whisper.

So Eddie really doesn’t feel all that bad about his thoughts burning hotter than the summer sun when he says, “Nothing, baby. Just you.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!

Imagine being 17 that’s so cringe /j

Anyway here’s ur present from me

OH MY GOD HELP HOLD ON FUCKING GOD I WHAT OMG I CANT WHAT SUMIIIIIII⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

THIS FIXED MY MARRIAGE CURED MY DEPRESSION GAVE ME STRAIGHT A’S WATERED MY CROPS BECAME MY THERAPIST TOOK ME BY THE HAND SHOWED ME THE LIGHT INVENTED HAPPINESS BECAME THE TEXTBOOK DEFINITION OF GORGEOUS ASCENDED TO THE HEAVENS INVENTED NEW COLORS BECAME MY WILL TO LIVE MY SOLE GUIDE IN LIFE

BRO IS SO BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME, PRETTY, ELEGANT, BREATHTAKING, GORGEOUS, ATTRACTIVE, CHARMING, HEAVENLY, STUNNING, EXQUISITE, CUTIEFUL, MAGNIFICENT, DIVINE, ALLURING, PLEASING, LOVELY, DELIGHTFUL, APPEALING, ENGAGING, WINSOME, RAVISHING, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, IRRESISTIBLE, BEWITCHING, BEGUILING, GRACEFUL, AESTHETIC, HOT, SEDUCTIVE, FOXY, DIVINE, BEDDABLE, DAZZLING, FINE, GOOD LOOKING, GRACEFUL, GRAND, SPLENDID, SUPERB, WONDERFUL, SUBLIME, STATUESQUE, RAVISHING, RADIANT, IDEAL, ENTICING, CLASSY, ADMIRABLE, FANCY, ANGELIC, BEAUTEOUS, LUSCIOUS, FETCHING, ADORING, ADORABLE, SKRUNKLY, EMBELLISHING, FLAWLESS, PERFECT, PERSONABLE, DESIRABLE, SEDUCTIVE, SNAZZY, STRIKING, SHOW STOPPING, GLOSSY, EYE CATCHING, PRIME, TOP NOTCH, SENSATIONAL, PREMIUM, TEMPTING, MAGNETIC, CAPTIVATING, PREPOSSESSING, BRIGHT, LUMINOUS, CURVACEOUS, DOLL LIKE, TANTALIZING, FLAMBOYANT, GLORIOUS, SPECTACULAR, FANTASTIC, DANDY, JAW DROPPING, RAPTUROUS, BLISSFUL, SUMPTUOUS, LUXURIOUS, PALATIAL, SWANKY-

IMPRISON ME IN YOUR NAME; LET LOVE KILL ME  

the eighth sense (2023), dir. baek inu & werner du plessis // small favors, erin a. craig // the affliction, marie howe // the amulet of samarkand, jonathan stroud // gif credit: @aejeonghae

First, hi!! I absolutely love your art and I cannot help but scroll over your blog almost everyday to cheer me up after a long day of college.

So, domestic Zukka? I have an idea, actually!! What about Zuko surprising Sokka by wearing a traditional Southern Water Tribe outfit or a Fire Nation one but all in Water Tribe colors? He'd be like "Sokka, look. I have a surprise for you." and then he gets all flustered when he sees that his boyfriend is wearing traditional Fire Nation clothing (or again, Southern Water Tribe stuff but in Fire Nation colors).

I'd love to see this idea coming alive with your skillful hands, but if it not, I'll be quite happy with any other scenario you come up with!! ☺️

Bye bye!!

HELLOOOAKOAAIIUNAUISUUKAKHUA SORRY IT TOOK ME LITERAL MONTHS TO ANSWER THIS BUT HJSGHJSUKHSUKH. anyway, so. as much as I would love to draw this I have not in fact picked up a stylus since like. last week, so I don’t have anything to give you right now. But!!!! I will absolutely draw this at some point but I nEEDED to get this out of my ask box cuz. it’s just. too good.

Zuko is a Man Of The People. so he takes culture suuuuuuper seriously so I can 100% see him doing this. And Sokka is kinda not expecting him to even acknowledge his culture since he was raised in a super imperialist it’s all about me country but when Zuko proves to not only wear his cultural clothes but also eat the food, craft the weapons, learn the practices and ways of life, Sokka is just like: oh. oh I picked a good one.

snippet sunday 🍇

i got very sad after i shared my snippet for fuck it friday so i deleted it but i'm fine now, lmao, and anyway, have a lil-big snippet of a holiday fic i'm working on <3

“So, you’re telling me,” Ravi starts in, all wide-eyed and giggly like he’s been given a secret he can’t wait to share, “that you’ve never kissed anyone under a mistletoe? Ever?”  Eddie shakes his head. “Nope,” he replies, shrugs, and adds a few extra spoonfuls of sugar to Buck’s coffee before sliding it his way. “Sorry, pal. It’s kind of hard to get in the Christmas spirit when it’s eighty degrees in December.”  “It gets colder than that,” Buck says, frowning. He pulls the stool out next to him, patting the seat as an invitation. “Texas?”  “Mhm.” Eddie sits next to Buck and leans back, sipping his coffee. “My parents never really bought into the overproduction of the holiday season, and Shannon and I couldn’t afford to buy decorations for the house we were renting. I wasn’t there most of the time, anyway.”  Shannon decorated as much as she could, borrowing things from her mother and Eddie’s abuelo. It was more for Christopher than her; she always preferred Halloween to Christmas, and Eddie only grew to enjoy the holidays when he was there to witness his son breaking into his presents for the first time after Shannon left.  After, putting up mistletoes was never a priority because he had nobody to kiss. Christopher learned to cut out snowflakes with construction paper and craft scissors, and Eddie hung dozens up all around the tiny house wherever his son pointed. Along with ten strands of multicolored lights and a cheap tree from a secondhand store, the house looked straight out of a Hallmark movie.  The Christmas before Shannon died—hilariously, the only Christmas the two of them spent together with their son—was more for her and Christopher than Eddie. Kissing Shannon under a mistletoe was the last thing on his mind.  “That’s sad, man.”  Eddie hums. “It’s fine. I didn’t missing out on anything special or formative.” He sprawls out, knocking his knee into Buck’s beneath the island to grab his attention. “Besides, aren’t mistletoes poisonous?” 

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"We didn't know how it was going to unfold, but we knew that this was the arc that we wanted to take it in, because all of the relationships on the show are pretty happy. So we need to have some type of relationship that can represent another color for how relationships can unfold, which is not harmonious all the time."

- Melissa O'Neil on Chenford's final 6x06 scene (x)

hi idk if you're taking requests but o.de is bais wreking me so hard rn..

how do you think he'll be as mean dom? if you're not comfy PLZ LMK!

I THANK YOU AS AN ARTIST BC SHIT IS OVERWHELMING

mean dom!seungmin might not occur very often, but when it does, it gets engraved into your mind, making you reminisce about every second of it after it’s over. you hope it will happen again sooner rather than later

mean dom!seungmin doesn’t give you what you want easily - you have to work for it. you have to prove him that you’re willing to wait as much as you have to, or you just don’t deserve to receive his cock. his edging can last with hours and even days. he loves when the desire you feel for him occupies your entire mind to the point you’re too distracted to complete the simplest tasks throughout the day. that’s why he makes you touch yourself, and stop when you’re close to finishing; or rubs your clit under your panties using his cock only to stop the moment you arch your back; he sucks & bites your nipples for what feels like forever, and tells you that’s enough for a disobedient brat like you

mean dom!seungmin wants to see you on your knees, drooling from your mouth before he’s even taken his cock out. he mocks you for how quickly you cum when he gives you his tip, and overstimulates you until you’re not able to say his name anymore. he ties your wrists behind your back with his belt, and pushes your head into the cushions, making it known that he’s aware how much you like it when he treats you like a slut. but you have to understand that bad girls like that don’t have it easy

mean dom!seungmin uses his strength a lot. his headlocks are intense; his chokeholds color your neck; his teeth and fingers always leave marks the next day - on your hips, thighs and butt cheeks. he gets off on the loud smacks of his palm landing on your ass, and the scarlet splotches that come out of his grip, as he calls you different names, and asks if you agree with them. he will help you wear them proudly

Logging back into tumblr after whatever the fuck that was what my uni just put me through and I see that my Minnie masterlist has passed 1,000 notes?!?!?

Ehm…

Guys…

HOW TF?!?!?!?

Thank you so much for enjoying this silly little world and character I created and for loving her so much and still sending my inbox messages about Jennie, Seventeen, or even just random videos you saw and say “this reminded me of mimiwon”, etc. it truly means the absolute world to me!!!😭🤍😭🤍 (answering those tonight and tomorrow!)

God… I really must’ve saved an entire village to deserve such sweet and loving readers, hugs ans kisses to all of you!!! New Minnie stuff coming!🥰

In the meantime: LISTEN TO MAESTRO, OUR MEN DID IT AGAIN!!!👏🏼🤍

and: please excuse the edits for the teaser pics this time😭 I have been desperately trying to find fitting pics to use but I just can’t, so I edited some to give to you but they just don’t look the way I want them to look😭

p.s.: my Joel story will be updated soon as well!🫶🏼

Hey Mimi! I've noticed lots of people doing the "which mutual is which driver" tag and so I wondered what your choices would be? If this isn't your kind of post don't worry about it! xx

oooo this is so fun! tysm for sending this in, I love this kind of stuff! I only have a few mutuals that I talk to because I'm super shy about starting new conversations! (so if we are moots, pls dm me! I'd love to talk to you) ₊˚❀.ೃ࿔*:･ okay so this is all my personal opinion guys pls don't be offended 🥹 ily: LANDO NORRIS — @jamminvroomvroom; jas is 100% lando 🥹 the chaotic energy is just too similar for me to pick anyone else. always up for a laugh but knows how to be serious when needed. says the most silly goose things but it's just too fucking funny and iconic. also the loml 🤭

CHARLES LECLERC — @thebearchives bear! my baby 🥰 idk why but I like... have to give you charles? it just fits. I think bc you're both silly and goofy but hard working and dedicated. plus you both sometimes say things and then realise you made an oopsie and it makes me giggle! (also ur the charles to my carlos soooo)

OSCAR PIASTRI — @norrizzandpia; the dry sense of humour and the way you both say things so deadpan is literally the same 😭 funny asf but also sweet asf. just two small beans I want to put in my pocket and protect forever

ALEX ALBON — @scuderiahoney; lee! I honestly could not pick anyone else for lee. both of them give me warm hug vibes. alex is v much someone that's super supportive and caring and lee is the same! also scrolling through lee's blog makes me think that they're both quite memeable 🤭

MAX VERSTAPPEN — @verstappen-cult; so I haven't really spoken to you yet (I may or may not have freaked when I saw you'd followed me sksksks) but just from scrolling through your blog you give me max vibes - not just because of the user! again I can't explain it, I just get the same feeling from you that I get from max (it's a nice one don't worry!)

PIERRE GASLY — @jackhues; naqia! we haven't talked in dm's but I love scrolling through your blog and catching up on what I've missed! you give me big pierre vibes. just the way you seem so cool and your blog is super aesthetic and chilled!

GOD IM LATE BUT. soft dom re2 leon who turns into a light sub... leon tries his best to dom you but he just gets so overwhelmed and whiny!! (he's slightly embarrassed about it and that makes it so much better)

it is never too late to thirst w me!!!! and EEEYAAAAA YOU ARE SO CORRECT leon who loses his mind in some pussy is so real to me!!

re2 leon would try to softdom you. he’s so adamant that he can, that he’s definitely not a sub, and for a moment, he thinks he’s succeeded when he manages to pin you beneath him. there’s a cute, smug smirk on his face when he looks down at you, when he cups his palm over your clothed pussy and tries to dirty talk you—everything is going well and he’s slipping his middle and ring finger inside you—

ohhh.

then he turns quiet. two fingers sink down to the knuckle and leon can’t speak. you’re so warm. and soft and wet and feeling you squeeze around his fingers like this makes his throat runs dry and he’s silent for a while. you’re the one that’s supposed to be at a loss for words but all he can do right now is just listen to his own heavy pants and the squelch of your pussy around his fingers, and when you tease him, asking what happened to domming me, huh? why so quiet all of a sudden? all he can manage to respond is “you’re so wet” and bury his face in the crook of your neck because he doesn’t want you to see his blush, how he’s so embarrassed that hes getting this worked up just from fingering you like this. so painfully fucking hard that he starts to hump himself on your thigh, matching the pace of his hand to the rolls of his hips, whining about how he wants to be inside and replace his fingers with his cock, or his tongue, wants to fuck your perfect pussy so badly, begging so much that he’s completely forgotten about trying to dom you in the first place.

completed my 22nd trip around the sun today ☺️