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It’s my third consecutive day at the gym with a friend. Monday we did the legs, Tuesday a good amount of cardio and today the upper body. And besides the aches (literally everywhere in my body) I’ve never felt this good in my life. I just hope I’ll be able to keep going this often or at least go on walks or run by myself so I can feel good in my body again. Wish me luck !
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I accidentally scratched my cornea and now I have a scar in my left eye, right over my pupil and I can’t see straight. Like my vision is all blurry in this eye🥲
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can we see those gorgeous tits? 🥺
Sorry, I didn’t get the notification for your ask.
But unfortunately I won’t be showing my tits here anymore since I got hate and mean comments about them.
I hope you have a nice day !
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Just got a new tattoo and my shoulder is SCREAMING in pain💀 thought I would be used to it by now but damn I was wrong
My new baby
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Took out my nipple piercings today because I learned that in case of an emergency in which a defibrillator would need to be used on me the paramedics would have ripped them off ???? Because they don’t have time to take them out😭😭😭
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It is a painful truth that actually none of my fics are abandoned, no, not even the ones that haven’t updated in five years. I still know exactly what happens next, and after that, and so on. They’re not abandoned; they’re right here, haunting me, characters climbing up my pants like kittens nagging for dinner.
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Not enough jobs are willing to do training anymore, no matter what the situation. Grocery stores won't teach you to work a cash register, businesses won't teach you how to use their programs, even the arts won't teach you anything
Everyone wants a triple threat, expects you to just have those skills. In the old days? you could show up to a random theater barely able to dance and they'd teach you, and then the incel living in the walls would make you a world class singer and actor and you'd be headlining your own show in a few years
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It would fix me for sure
Hold her down by the throat and put her vibrator on the max setting. That'll fix her, I promise.
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| Found peace
Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.
pairing: Simon Riley x blackfem!reader
Author's note: just fluff and comfort from Simon. This one shot is inspired by one of the relationships I’ve been in so it’s kind of a way for me to try and get over it. There’s racism and a slight mention of physical abuse in here so, please be aware of it and don’t read this if it’s something that could trigger you.
Warnings: racism, mentions of a toxic and abusive relationship, lots of harsh words and hurtful terms, ends with fluff and comfort but the beginning can be triggering, tell me if I should add more warnings.
Your last relationship had left you traumatized. The man you had been with had treated you like nothing but trash. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t even see you as a human being.
It was because of your skin color. Of course, you had to fall on a racist.
It seemed like being a plus-size and pansexual black woman wasn’t a constraining enough battle for you. On top of that, God had to put this man on your way.
This “relationship” lasted a week. A. Week.
But it was a week of pure mental torture and abuse.
Somehow, he had to remind you of the color of your skin at every moment. In case you forgot, you know.
You did the dishes for him out of kindness? You received a “thanks n*gga.”.
You had your bonnet or wig on? He pulled it right off your head without caring if it hurt you and made fun of your real hair.
He saw a monkey on a TV documentary or an another black person out of the house? He immediately pulled out the “Hey, look ! It’s one of your brothers.” cards.
You were out with his friends? He had to make racist jokes and accents to put you down in front of them.
He got an STD out of nowhere? You obviously gave it to him because you’re black. You don’t have anything after examination? Well…It doesn’t change anything because every black person in the world has AIDS. Its well known.
He’s been having more pimples and breakouts since you two got together? It’s definitely because of you, since you know… You’re black.
You said something he didn’t like or complained about his behavior? He slapped you. No, but really who do you think you are? You’re lucky he’s dating you in the first place. That’s right, he’s doing you a favor and sacrificing himself. Who would want to have a black girlfriend like you?
Yeah. It was one of the hardest week of your life. You never felt so little and unworthy of anything in front of someone.
After that, you decided to just stay single and never try having something serious with another man. You were nowhere near being healed enough to get in a new relationship anyway.
It had been an entire year before you met the one. And if someone had told you that you would have settled down with a white man again before you met him, you would have burst into laughter.
But here you are now in a happy and healthy relationship with Simon.
Of course, he’s not perfect and he has his own issues. But he never puts you down. Never.
Not even when he’s angry or frustrated. Not even when you’re having a big argument. Not even when you’re straight up mean to him. Never.
He loves everything about you. Your natural hair, your tanned skin tone, your wide hips and big thighs, the way your accent get more pronounced every time you speak with your family or with someone from your country. You’re just a goddess in his eyes.
After being with him just during a few months, he had helped you gain so much more confidence back that you could proudly wear your natural hair outside.
Your long and full afro is now freely bouncing up and down or side to side slightly as you walk through the mall with him by your side to do some shopping.
Of course people were staring and giving you weird looks, but no one commented on it and honestly, you couldn’t care less.
But unfortunately, after years of living peacefully, you finally had your first racist encounter in a while.
Too bad for the woman, your fiancé was not having any of it.
“My gosh, your hair looks so…”
A white woman says while touching your hair without your consent, a weirded out expression on her face as she messes your afro up.
“Uh, don’t touch my hair without my permission please, ma’am. It’s not correct.”
You instinctively take a few steps back to get your hair away from her hands.
“Oh come on, it’s just hair. Do I need permission to touch your shoulders too? I don’t think so.”
And as she says that, she tries to reach for your hair again. But this time, Simon steps in and grabs her wrist before yanking her hand away from you.
“You don’t get to touch my wife’s hair without her permission. She said no, so back off.”
The woman scoffs and grabs her wrist to hold it against her chest, her eyes wide with shock.
“How rude of you. I was just trying to appreciate her African culture. How dare you touch me like that?!”
She starts to talk loudly, the attention of the others customers turning on the three of you.
You start to feel uncomfortable with all these eyes on you, so you gently tap Simon’s arm to signal to him that it’s okay and you two can just go into another shop.
“What? No, we’re not leaving. You said you wanted to try dresses here. We’re staying.”
He then turns to the woman again to answer her.
“How do I dare to touch you? You can touch my wife, but I can’t touch you?”
He laughs before tilting his head to the side, looking straight at her soul through her eyes.
“Why do you feel so entitled with her? Is it because she’s black?”
He keeps his voice loud and clear on purpose so the other customers can hear.
The woman’s cheeks and face get red as she starts fuming. With anger or shame, you couldn’t figure out.
“What?! Are you calling me a racist? I’ll have you know that my son’s best friend is black, and I don’t have any problem with him being around my house ! I even traveled to Africa once when I was young.”
You can’t help but chuckle at that, turning your head to the side so she wouldn’t see your smile.
“What are you laughing about, you…”
She cuts herself off before she can continue, clearing her throat and looking around her while being embarrassed. She was probably going to insult your skin color or call you a monkey.
“Please, finish your sentence, miss. We’re all listening.”
Simon says, his arms crossed over his chest as he patiently waits for her to continue.
She lets out a frustrated groan after seeing some teenagers were recording, turning on her heels and letting out some muffled curses as she gets out of the store.
You let out a sigh of relief as she stomps out, grateful that things didn’t go south. Simon stares at her back as she leaves before turning to face you, rearranging the hair she messed gently.
“I’ll wash your hair for you when we get home. We don’t know if her hands were as filthy as her personality.”
He jokes, and you laugh, leaning into him to get a hug.
“Yeah. Thank you…”
He smiles and hugs you back, softly stroking your back as the people around you get their attention back on what they were doing slowly.
“No need to thank me. I’m here for that, lovely. I’ll always defend you no matter what.”
And you know he means it. That’s one of the reasons you love him so much.
He presses his lips against yours for a sweet kiss, and you smile into it, feeling like you aren’t alone against all of this anymore.
You got home and followed him in the bathroom straight after putting your things away and having a snack so he could wash your hair. And he did it perfectly, even using conditioner and blow drying your hair.
“How do you know you need to do that?”
You asked at some point, looking at his reflection in the mirror, as he was now putting oil in your hair to hydrate them.
“I watched videos on YouTube.”
And just with that, you completely melted. He went out of his way and learned how to care for your hair… If that’s not husband material, you don’t know what is.
And you got surprised again as you got out of the bathroom and saw a hairstylist installing everything she needed to braid your hair in the living room, looking over at him with wide eyes.
“What? You’ve been telling me you wanted to get braids for your friend’s wedding.”
You smiled as you saw the little blush on his cheeks while he shrugs like it’s nothing, getting on your toes to give him kisses.
“Thank you baby.”
Oh, he was so getting lucky tonight.
My first time writing something else than smut on this app, not sure of how it turned out🤣
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| The sex tape
Again sorry for my bad English, I’m French and still have a lot to learn. Anyway please do not translate or re upload this oneshot. Thank you.
pairing: porncontentcreator!Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Author's note: really fucking poorly written scenario bcs I was lazy and just wanted to write about Spencer being a porn content creator. Just filthy smut in general, sorry for your eyes.
Warnings: porn content related, sex tape, camera involved, unprotected p in v, clit stimulation, creampie, gf and bf dynamic, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, praise kink, Spencer talks you through it (slightly), tell me if I should add more warnings.
You knew what Spencer did in addition to his job in the FBI. He had told you everything before you got in a relationship with him because he didn’t want to have any secrets between the two of you. And you were grateful for that.
You were the only one who knew though, and nobody suspected anything. But it wasn’t really surprising. How would they even think of the shy and awkward Spencer Reid being a porn content creator?
It was…unthinkable.
You had talked about it a lot. You had asked him if it was for the money and he had awkwardly explained to you that it wasn’t, that he got off to being recorded and the thought that people would watch and compliment him.
He never interacted with the viewers tho. He read comments, yes, but it wasn’t really his thing to get into this type of relations. He only recorded, posted, got an ego boost from the comments and that’s it.
To be honest it doesn’t bother you, you even enjoy it as you now often find yourself masturbating to his videos when he’s away for work because of a new case.
He never shows his face, for obvious reasons, and only films his hands, legs and cock. And it’s perfection.
The first time you had looked up for his account on pornhub, you had just gotten back home from a date with him. You two had never did more than preliminaries because he was trying to hold himself back. He didn’t want to move too fast and mess it all up, he was a gentleman after all.
But this night, oh boy, you had came so many times to his videos while stuffing yourself with your dildo that you had literally sent him texts where you begged him to come over and fuck you.
You didn’t know what was going on with you to act this desperate but this man was doing something to you without even being in your apartment. But he got the message and came right over to do what you had both waited for so long.
Fast forward to 7 months later of a healthy relationship and really good sex, you were now completely comfortable with each other and didn’t hesitate to ask to try new things in the bedroom. And most of the time things went as smooth as butter.
And this time, he has a bold request. A sex tape.
He somehow managed to convince you to try and record yourselves having sex. You were reticent at first, not really feeling comfortable with having a video of you being intimate together and post it. But curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know how he felt like when he was recording himself and see how your bodies moved together when you were being intimate. So you agreed.
Of course, you will still not be going to show your faces. It’s a little tricky since you have a lot of tattoos but foundation and setting powder did an actually good job so everything is good.
But now that you are laying completely bare on his bed, your legs opened wide enough for him to fit between them and his hands making their way up and down your thighs slowly to warm you up while a cam recorder was rolling and capturing the moment; it feels all too real.
You can’t help but get distracted every time your eyes land on the camera, resulting with your body cooling down slightly again.
He kissed down your jaw to your neck to help you relax.
"Relax, baby."
His warm breath tickled your neck as he whispered in your ear, your body melting at his voice.
"Focus on me."
You sigh and nod, closing your eyes and trying to enjoy his touch and kisses.
Soon enough, your lewd moans and whines of pleasure fills the room as one of his hands rests on your right breast, the pad of his index gently brushing against your nipple while his cock slides through your folds with every movement of his hips, the tip catching on your sensitive clit.
"That’s it…There’s my pretty girl."
Before you can even moan out at his praise, his lips press against yours for the sweetest kiss ever. And even tho the camera doesn’t catch it because of the angle to preserve your identities, the love and longing can be felt in the atmosphere.
"You’re so wet…"
He lets out a hum, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before prodding against your hole and pushing himself inside. You let out a little gasp and whine at his size, feeling a slight burning sensation from the stretch, but only for a few seconds before you get used to him.
"Spe…"
You catch yourself before saying his real name, almost having forgotten the camera and being too used to moan and scream out his name while you fuck.
"Baby…"
You whine pathetically as he starts to thrust slowly and deep, a hand wrapping around your throat.
"Yeah? What is it, Candy?”
He looks down at you with dark and lust filled eyes, a little smirk playing on his lips while he uses the nickname he decided to give you for this occasion. He couldn’t believe how easily you became cock drunk for him.
"Y-You’re so deep…"
“Yeah, I know baby. You take me so well."
You moan at the praise and close your eyes when he picks up the pace.
"Oh look at that…"
He mumbles with a wide smile before tightening his grip on your throat slightly and tilts your head towards his camera, the screen turned in your direction so you can watch yourselves. You look at the screen with half lidded eyes as he thrusts faster into you, making you forget the awkwardness and shame you felt just a moment ago.
A loud moan escape your lips as he reaches your sensitive spot and keeps ramming into it, watching as your boobs bounce up and down and how the impact of his thighs against your ass makes it jiggle slightly with every harsh thrust.
"S’good…I’m close.."
You whine out and cry out as you hide your face against his neck after he releases your throat.
"I can feel it honey.."
He grunts out and grabs your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh and his grip tightening as he pushes your thighs up and against your chest to fuck you from a new angle. He moans as you flutter around him and reaches down to rub your clit, knowing that you were nearing the edge.
You come a few seconds later, holding onto him tightly and scratching his back with your nails as your body shakes and tenses up through your orgasm. He continues to rub your clit and pound you, only coming when he manages to make you squirt all over his cock and the bedsheets. He moans and his hips stutters as he fills you with his cum, fucking it deep inside your pussy before pulling out once he’s satisfied.
You’re panting and seeing stars behind your closed eyelids when he gets up and retrieves his camera before going back to the bed, kneeling on it and spreading your folds to record his cum slowly dripping from your pussy before pressing the button to stop the recording. He discards his camera on the bedside table and lays down next to you.
You instinctively roll on your side, knowing that he was going to want to cuddle with you after that and make sure you’re okay.
"Everything good?”
He holds you against his chest and gently caresses your lower back.
"Yeah. Just a little tired"
You open your eyes and smile when his face and curls comes into view. He really is your handsome man.
"Good."
He smiles and kisses your nose.
"I might keep this video for myself actually…"
He says with an hint of possessiveness underlying in his tone.
“Oh yeah?"
"Yes."
He smiles and presses his lips against yours for a firm kiss before pulling away.
"Don’t move I’ll go get you a towel and a glass of water."
Now it was time for aftercare.
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Yup that’s it for me have a great day, personally I’m going to sleep
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#+18 only#yelenasdirtythoughts#yelenassafeplace#smut#mdni#criminal minds#spencer reid smut
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Still here? We miss ya
Meh I don’t really use this app anymore except to read. But I do want to start writing again so I’ll probably come back soon.
My inbox is still open tho. I take time to answer but if you wanna contact me go for it
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Well…turns out he was a racist💀💀💀 I should’ve kept my mouth shut
My crush is a airsoft guy😳
Oh wait no, that’s actually my boyfriend now :)
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Bro destroyed my pussy wtf
#meet and fuck#+18 only#yelenasdirtythoughts#yelenassafeplace#smut#it was so good#andmythroatandasstoo
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I miss his cock so bad :(
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