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🌸25. MDNI🌸 🌼My name is flowers and I’m a Goth.🌼 She/Her🌸 spam like all you want 🫦Voted Worlds Sexiest Dumpster Fire🫦

[gothicflowers]

Master list

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[minovskyy]

yes this is an exploration of guilt and culpability but it could also be a sex thing if you just give me a minute

[gothicflowers]

Ben Poindexter who finally asked what perfume you wear every day. He buys a sample of it so he can spay it on a rag and smell it while he humps the pillows on his bed.

[gothicflowers]

Clueless reader who has no idea that Dexter is bullseye rambling to dex about how great of a person daredevil must be, and him getting annoyed with hearing anyone talk highly of daredevil… so dex tells you to shut the fuck up by smothering your face into his clothed hard crotch

[gothicflowers]

Poindexter Playlist

I wanted something that was a little moody, a little dark, a little bit of a stalker vibe.

please do not reuse my art

[the-ghost-bird]

This motherfucker shows up and I feel myself go into heat

[punkerduckiememes]

[keydekyie]

"It would have been easier if you'd just said yes."

original

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2024 tomorrow

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2025 tomorrow

[chocolatecakecas]

damn we got 2026 tomorrow

[thahalfrican]

Congrats if you survived this year because what the fuck was that

[gothicflowers]

ALEX KELLER PLAYLIST

I have updated his playlist on Spotify!

listen HERE

[luvbabydoll]

— under their noses — chapter four

a series made by © luvbabydoll

warnings — smut mdni

the camera was rolling, the soft hum of the base just outside your quarters barely registering as you shifted on the bed, running your fingers along the hem of your unbuttoned uniform shirt.

this was just another video. another post. another payday.

you knew your audience. knew what they liked. knew that the whole forbidden angle—being the base’s nurse, technically off-limits—only made them more eager to empty their wallets for you.

the door creaked open.

and price stepped in.

you froze.

he didn’t speak at first. just stood there, eyes flicking between the camera and you.

you felt your pulse hammer against your ribs.

this was it. you were done. surely, he’d chew you out, report you, maybe even send you off base—

but then, he locked the door.

your breath hitched.

"keep going," he said.

your brain short-circuited. “…what?”

he tilted his head, arms crossing over his broad chest. "you heard me."

you stared. this had to be some kind of test.

so you decided to push back.

a slow, coy smile spread across your lips. you tilted your chin, voice smooth as silk. "wanna join me, captain?"

you expected him to scoff. maybe roll his eyes, tell you to knock it off—

but then his gaze darkened.

his jaw ticked.

and then—

"oh, sweetheart." his voice dropped to a low, gravelly rumble. "you have no idea what you just asked for."

you barely had time to react before he moved.

before he was suddenly there, right in front of you, kneeling.

your stomach flipped. your breath caught.

you thought—no way. he wasn’t actually—

but then his hands were on you.

firm. rough. heat searing through the fabric of your open uniform.

he dragged you to the edge of the bed.

and before you could even process what was happening—

he spread your thighs and dove in.

he was starving.

no slow teasing. no testing the waters.

he was fucking devouring you.

his tongue was hot, insistent, dragging through your slick folds as he groaned like a man who’d just been served his first meal in weeks.

the vibrations shot straight through you, your head tipping back, fingers clutching at the sheets as he ate.

licked.

sucked.

his beard was rough, scraping against your sensitive skin, but the contrast—the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue flicked over your clit with purpose—had you whimpering.

and that only seemed to fuel him.

"that’s it, love." his voice was muffled, husky against your cunt. "let me hear you."

a shudder tore through you, your thighs twitching against his grip.

he held you still. big, calloused hands keeping you open as his tongue fucked into you, pressing, rolling, dragging desperate sounds from your lips.

you clenched around nothing, back arching, but he didn’t let up.

didn’t stop.

didn’t relent.

like he’d been waiting for this. like this was his plan all along.

and when he moaned into you—guttural, shameless—you shattered.

your orgasm tore through you, sudden and sharp, your body writhing against his firm grip.

and he didn’t stop.

not until you were shaking.

not until you were whimpering his name.

not until you were begging.

and only then did he pull back, his lips and beard shining.

his eyes were blown. dark. a predator who’d just tasted his first real kill.

and then—he licked his lips.

“sweet as fuck,” he muttered.

and then?

he stood.

towering over you. smug. amused.

he leaned down.

tipped your chin up with two fingers.

and in a low, satisfied drawl, he said—

“that all you needed, sweetheart?”

—

the next day

soap opens his phone. gets a notification.

he grins, clicking on it.

and then—

silence.

pure. unholy. silence.

gaz looks over his shoulder. "what’s wrong?"

soap doesn’t respond. just slowly turns the screen around.

ghost leans in.

and all three men see it.

you.

on the bed. fucked-out, breathless.

and price.

on his fucking knees.

mouth coated in you, looking up at the camera like it’s a goddamn mission briefing.

soap screams.

gaz falls to his knees.

ghost just leaves. he’s done.

and then—

price walks into the room, casual as ever, tea in hand.

looks at them. then at the phone.

raises an eyebrow.

“something wrong, lads?”

[restlesscrustacean]

i think sitting on Graves' face would fix a lot of my issues tbh!!

[gothicflowers]

Anyone who makes posts about 141 but replaces Gaz with Konig will now be labeled a N❌zi. We know what type of person you are. Have the day you deserve.

[gothicflowers]

Yahooo! Hello! 😊🖐🏻

I just read your writing about CODman getting a late night text aaaaaand...

First off....that hurt! Oh, that hurt! To even imagine being in such situation. Hell, I am going to question everything! Love, time spent together, the proposal, promises, future plans. Spiral big time! Reread the message time and time again, just in case I am having problems with my eyes or dreaming. And I gotta admit, as much as I hate to say it, but knowing myself I would probably look for the blame in myself and emotionally isolate. Not to mention that this other woman is having a baby! Meanwhile, your "future fiance" hasn't been intimate with you for a month!!! Oh, I am self-destroying myself. Every little thing I despise in me would be examined all over again till numbness takes over. ("Not a good thing to do ya all! Don't do it! Self reflection is important, but we also have to be realistic about others as well." she advised and had a hard time following her own advice. 😑)

And second, it might have pulled a string in my heart, but it was a good read! I very much enjoyed it and it made me think who I would put in the place of the COD man. Like, we usually place our favorite, right, but... 😭😭😭 that hurts even worse. Thinking of having a fiance like Simon or Gaz and THIS happening! I hope such a love life stays far away from ya all, sweet souls! 😊

And again, thank you for sharing this with us and if it's not tooooo rude to ask...do you, by chance though about maybe a part 2? 😶‍🌫️ (If it's hurting this good, why not just make the despair even greater, right?! 😅)

Thank you🥹

[gothicflowers]

Reader finding COD!man getting late night texts

He was fast asleep, between all the training and reports he scrummaged up the small bit of energy he had left to take you to your favorite restaurant for dinner. Not just any dinner, a dinner to celebrate your fourth anniversary. This year was special as he proposed last month. You know the stress he’s under and have been very supportive of him. He’s striving for a promotion saying it will give him more time at home. You just wish he was home for more than eight hours a day. Hell it’s been almost a month since you had sex with your fiance. But this too shall pass once the work load lightens. Despite the dark bedroom you can still see the faint outline of your engagement ring thanks to the moonlight coming through the window. Just as your body starts to relax into slumber his phone vibrates not once, but three texts in a row. While ignoring it the feeling the dryness of your tounge takes over and you sneak to the kitchen for a glass of water. 

Upon returning to your bed another text comes to illuminate his phone. His fellow soldiers are always sending him memes and videos late at night. He must have forgot to set his phone to do not disturb. You make your way over to his phone to change it so you both get a good nights rest. As your eyes adjust to the bright screen your heart tightens in your chest as your blood runs cold at text on the lock screen. 

Mindlessly you grab his phone and scurry off to lock yourself in the bathroom.

“I know you’re on your mission right now and I can’t call… but it looks like we’re having a baby” *ultrasound photo*

 “I wish I could tell you in person but I found out this morning and the doctor confirmed that time 9 weeks pregnant. Turns out it wasn’t the flu that made me miss my period after all.”

“I love you so much baby, and I can’t wait to see you next week when you get home.”

[gothghostiie]

I'm having nasty thoughts about CEO!Graves and secretary!reader

cw: anal, hole inspection, medical play if you squint, deepthroat, toys, spanking, bondage, pussy spanking, crying, cockwarming, power play, implied age gap, afab!fem!reader

CEO!Graves who's moulded his secretary to be a perfect little assistant for himself. some would say he's abusing his power, some would say he's using you. but he keeps you his dirty little secret, no one has to know what he's doing with you, what he's teaching you.

no one has to know that, every morning before work, he has you sit on his desk and lift up your short, black skirt, pull your lacey panties aside and let him inspect your holes. gently pushing the cold metal speculum into your cunt, spreading it open to make sure every part of you is up to what he expects of you.

no one has to know he spends each morning tying a delicate shibari harness around your torso, caressing each inch of your skin, making sure you're comfortable while having a constant reminder of him all around you.

no one has to know that each day, right at 11:30am, he bends you over his lap, pulls up your skirt and gives you a maintenance spanking, to make sure you remember who's in charge, to keep you in line.

no one has to know he's teaching you how to take his cock all the way down your throat, inch by inch until you stop struggling, until you stop gagging; until you can kneel under his desk with his cock down your throat for hours on end.

no one has to know how he'll have you bouncing on his cock after a stressful meeting, getting his aggression and anger out, cussing quietly about the stupid people in the industry, fingers digging into the fat of your hip.

no one has to know that he has you wearing a butt plug at all times, making it impossible to walk or sit without being reminded of his presence, of what he's doing to you.

no one has to know how he has you sit in his lap and cockwarm him while he's on the phone with some client, running a gentle hand through your hair as you whimper.

no one has to know that he spanks your poor pussy when you make a mistake, turning it into a puffy, swollen mess, crocodile tears streaming down your face and leaving mascara streaks down your cheeks.

no one has to know that the necklace you wear is your day collar, that the little pendant on it has his initials engraved on the back of it.

no one has to know.

[gothicflowers]

Trying to read this at the lunch table at work with a straight face