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18+ Only! [Celes: 30 + AroAcespec + Self Shipper] / Suggestive Self Ship Side Blog ♡

[cakewithyourtea]

♡ My name is Celes. I'm 30, AroAcespec & ???gender?

♡ I'm a self shipper. This is a side blog for mature thoughts. I suggest following my main @loveternitea instead if we aren't already acquainted.

♡ DNI: Same as my main. No pr○ or real person shippers. Strictly 18+ interacters ONLY. I am non-sharing with Barbat○s, so no fellow fans please.

♡ Warnings: likely to discuss s/d & s/m elements. I'll try to tag anything sensitive as #tw ###

[cakewithyourtea]

Calling Barbs cute while he's lost in subspace to mildly humiliate him would be the best 🥰🫶

[cinnamonsship]

☕️ don’t feel shame for being sexually attracted to your f/o(s). don’t feel shame for wanting to have sex with them, or for exploring sexual themes with them in your methods of expression. you’re an adult, it’s completely okay and normal. you aren’t weird for it whatsoever. draw yourself something sexy, write some self insert smut. there’s no shame in it at all. let your f/o give you the orgasms you desire; they want to help you with that, too! <3

🥐 pro/com/neutral + minors dni

[muzzlesbian]

this email could've been a 4 hour makeout sesh with whimpering and groping and grinding

[urtoxicleastfav]

f/o who moans when you tug on their hair while they're eating you out/sucking you off.

minors and proship dni. divider by cursed-carmine.

[cakewithyourtea]

Real talk idk why I have to go to school and do all that smart person professional stuff when I could just spend all day drinking tea and chatting with Barbs and then we retire to his room and I forget what thinking is

[chokergf]

[sluttili-selfships]

Is there literally anything better than morning sex with your f/o that ends with cockwarming and going back to sleep?? Bonus points if you wake up again bc one of you can't resist the urge to rock your hips and end up going for another round

[until-i-found-u]

The door closed with a soft click, trapping you inside the dark room with your f/o. They pressed you against the wall, your legs parted, and encircled their waist. Outside the room, the soft sound of laughter and conversation from the other guests could be heard, but is now distant and hazy. All that mattered in the moment was the heat of their body against yours. Both of you are panting, hot breaths mingling as your f/o desperately fumble to unbutton their pants and tug yours off. You try to steal a kiss, but they lean away, teasing you with a playful smile.

"Let's make this quick and quiet, okay, baby? Don't want anyone to come in."

Burying your face in the crook of their neck, you inhale the warmth of their skin, sweat-salted and familiar. Their signature cologne, a heady and earthy scent, envelops you like a thick haze, clouding your thoughts and making it impossible to think clearly. The rich notes of the fragrance are like a spell, stirring up a flurry of desires and making you forget about everything else except the one who wears it. Your f/o lets out a deep, guttural groan at how soaked you are. Slowly, achingly, they push inside you, every inch controlled. You feel them tense against you, resisting the urge to thrust too fast. Your body shudders as they twitch around your walls with just that first full pulse. Then, without warning, they slide out and snap their hips forward in one fierce motion. The rhythm breaks open - quick now, relentless - a driving heat that makes you whimper and pull them closer.

Their grip on your waist tightens before you almost lean to the side, balancing you. This is exactly what you needed: to be filled up and taken care of. All you could think about was how good your f/o looked tonight, and thinking how fast you could both fuck before someone noticed your absence. Quivering, you can tell you were close, coiling your moans in your throat, silently begging for more. You had to be quiet, even if the slapping of skins was the opposite of that. Your f/o leans in, burying their face in your hair, and the sudden change in angle sends electricity down your spine and to your throbbing core.

Moaning softly, you could feel yourself spiraling towards orgasm. Your thighs twitched, and your back arched up. Just as your cry threatened to escape, your f/o covers your mouth, stifling the sound. The mesmerizing sight of you straining to keep quiet drives them over the edge with a low groan. For a breath, you're both still, quiet, and satisfied in the aftermath. Your f/o slides out slowly, their softened length glistening in the dim light while your bodies remain close. As they touch their forehead against yours, your tired laughter mingles, the moment lies suspended between exhaustion and contentment.

You noticed the stickiness on your skin and the dampness between your thighs, knowing there was no chance of hiding the mess of cum on your thighs without going to the bathroom. Your f/o followed your gaze, immediately understanding what you were thinking. Their cheeks were flushed, their eyes glazed, and a satisfied expression on their face. They made sure to adjust your limp legs over their shoulder as they began to kneel down.

"So much for a quickie, huh?"

pr0ship + minors DNI.

[until-i-found-u]

As you stand there, lost in thought, your f/o approaches you gently, noticing the tension in your shoulders. Your f/o reaches out and touches your back, their fingers gently tracing the taut muscles. The sigh that escapes you gives them the answer they need: you've been forgetting to care for yourself again. Each day brought its own challenges, stacking up the stress and making it feel like an endless barrage of obstacles, each one bigger than the last.

They lean in and press a soft kiss against your neck, before whispering into your ear, "Come with me." They guide you towards the bathroom, urging you to remove your clothes with an affectionate firmness that leaves no room for argument.

They draw you a hot bath with your favorite oils/soaps/salts. The familiar scent wraps around you like a hug the moment you step in. They follow close behind, guiding you to lean back against their chest. Warm water rises around you both, and as it settles over your skin, your body lets go—shoulders dropping and breath slowing. You float there together in the quiet until their hands return. Gentle fingertips now trail along places that make soft moans slip from your lips.

Your f/o's nose brushes the shell of your ear as if asking for permission to continue. You nod once, cheeks flushed from the steam, and they slide slowly between your legs. Their touch is patient, first just resting there… then moving in slow rubs meant only to calm. The movements send the sweet throb of arousal through you, and your head droops back. When their hand shifts just right and their pace changes, you gasp and clutch at their arm for balance. It feels like floating, like drifting somewhere soft and warm, carried by nothing but tender bliss. Your body arches towards their touch for more friction. "Don't think about anything else. Focus on this."

You have no idea how you've slipped so far into the ground when all you had to do was close your eyes, listen to their voice, and see the stars behind your eyes.

pr0ship + minors DNI.

[cakewithyourtea]

I wonder if Barbs likes being ignored (in the petting minigame) because it's bratty or because he likes the sting of rejection? It really could be either.

[cakewithyourtea]

I need to have a complex s/d relationship with him where its impossible to tell which one is actually in charge

[cakewithyourtea]

I need to mark him someplace just out of sight so he knows he's mine

[cakewithyourtea]

Boss Barbs around in the bedroom call that time management