#ovulating

[melodramaticfemme]

if your automatic reaction to me sending you a selfie isn't either a) telling me how gorgeous and ethereal i am or b) jerking off to me and sending the audio of you cumming, i don't want it

[nondelphic]

being a writer is so embarrassing because sometimes i’ll read a hot scene and go "wow that verb choice is phenomenal" while also being like "i wanna bite someone"

[twistedpink]

Praising!Polyester that’ll always let you spoil him rotten—because if we’re being real, have you seen your angel? He’s a catch!! Eternally willing to let you take out the day’s frustrations on his ample muscles, he’ll never need the gym again if you keep using him like that <33 HR’s been on his tail for airing out your dirty laundry like a gossip rag (in professional terms, “lookin’ Like a hussy”), but if it keeps his lovebird happy, he’d gladly lose his wings to get the soul sucked out of him again :o “Damn! Wait! Please don’t stop—Fuck, can’t take losing you,,” ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Degrading!Polyurethane’s really just mean to everyone in his life, but you’re special!! Your rough handling’s because, not in spite of the fact, that he likes you so much—yes, he’s that much meaner to his favourite little dummy, it’s not HIS fault you’re so easy <33 He totally spams getting you to ride him after work for ‘enrichment’ because he knows you’ll roll over and take it, definitely not ‘cause he likes seeing you on top,, “Holy Shit! Didn’t think I’d enjoy myself with you looking like that,, You’re lucky I like the pathetics..” ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[c1namongirl]

Thinkin bout reader getting all worked up as she gives eddie a handjob because she just loves hearing him moan 𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁

You start off good, kneeled down on the floor, really focusing, wanting to do it right for him. You slide your hands up and down his thick shaft, watching as the tip glistens with precum. But then he tips his head back, his breathing changes, and he groans softly. And suddenly you’re not thinking about what you’re doing as much as you’re thinking about him, about how good you’re making him feel, and it makes your movements slow and sloppy.

“Hey… hey,” he mutters, voice rough, a little breathless as he looks down at you. “You okay, baby?”. You hesitate, your face flushed, not even noticing how wet the inside of your thighs are. You nod and continue stroking his cock, a bead of spit dropping down from your mouth onto his veiny skin. That makes his head tip back again, another guttural sound escaping his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart…thaaats it.”

He can see it now. The way you squirm as you jerk him off, pressing your lips together as you try not to breathe too quickly. The way you falter again, your hands pausing. It drives him crazy, seeing his sweet girl get all worked up like that. He wants to make you feel just as good, pound your little pussy for being such a thoughtful girl. “What’s got you so worked up, huh?”. He strokes your hair, a teasing smile on his lips. He watches you blink up at him, a small pout on your lips, soft little whimpers emanating from you. “C’mere,” he mutters, not really giving you a choice as his hands find your waist, steadying you, pulling you up onto his lap in one swift motion. There’s no hesitation anymore, no patience, just a sudden need to take control because he can’t just sit here and watch his baby girl fall apart like this.

He lifts your hips and your pussy slams down onto his cock, making you gasp. Your hands clutch at him as your breath breaks again. “Eddie—” you try, but it comes out weak, and he just shakes his head, pulling you closer, his grip firm. “S’okay,” he murmurs, voice low and strained “Wanna make you feel good, angel. Cmon—s’your turn.” He holds you desperately, slamming into your pussy, his balls pressed against your ass.

He can’t resist you like this. Not when you’re all blissed out and unfocused and clearly just as affected as he is, every stifled moan making your pussy clench around him. “Please—don’t hold it in, daddy,” you pant, tits bouncing as he stretches you out. He breathes, quieter now, in disbelief, like it’s getting to him more than he expected. He pushes himself further into you, deep and rhythmic. “Fuck, baby—” a low, hungry moan rattles in his throat, the vibrations ricocheting in your ears like sweet music and coating his cock with wetness as you lose all control and come all over him.

[yeehawpartner131]

are yall seeing what i'm seeing👀

[girlwithadragonheart]

Okay but imagine one of those double sided dildos right

And making Eddie and Volt fuck themselves on it while you watch.

Volt loves to give you a show, his back arched and moaning watching you touch yourself. Seeing how wet you get just from watching them. His hand lazily stroking his cock, watching you with lidded eyes, taunting and trying to get you to touch him. “Why don’t you come- ah~ feel for yourself, live wire?” It doesn’t work, but it does do wonders for your arousal.

Eddie is more reluctant, he’s a bit shameful if anything, but when Volt moves, it moves and suddenly Eddie doesn’t care anymore. He’s more pent up and desperate. Head down, clenched fists, trying to meet Volt with every movement. Then he hears you moan and looks over with flushed cheeks. The sight of you so hot and bothered by just them nearly makes him come.

[pupypistol]

Quiet game!

isaac fights to stay quiet after you sneak into his room during ltlvc

Content warnings: smut, oral, exhibitionism kinda? Requested?: ya ↳ "can you give me during lights out you sneak it to Isaac's room when you give him head and he's fighting to stay quite"

“I can’t sleep,” Y/n yawned, muffled; her head was buried in her arms resting on her desk, her hoodie engulfing her figure

“Good,” Isaac laughed. “That’s kinda the point.”

She smiled a little. He couldn’t see it, however, her camera was just a square of darkness now, like everyone else’s. The screen displayed a row of black tiles, broken up by the little green outline that popped up when someone made a noise

Grunk’s mic kept picking up something that Y/n thought could be chewing, and Tanner was making a random noise every few seconds that everyone had tuned out, while Larry and Yumi hadn’t said a word in a while

Nick had already been gone for two hours. “I value my time,” he’d said dramatically before hanging up. Y/n remembered how tired he had sounded, a hint of jealousy creeping in at the thought of him already fast asleep in bed

But now it was late, and it was lights out. Literally, the whole house was dark: Isaac's official “lights out” phase.

Y/n sat still for a second in silence, then slowly, she pushed the blanket off and stood up. No one could see her anyway.

She cracked her door open carefully, listening for movement. Her heart was beating far too fast for something so stupid, like a little kid sneaking out past bedtime. It didn’t stop her, though; Isaac’s room was just across the hall, and with the lights off, no one would know

“psst,” Y/n whispered, making her presence known to give him time to mute his mic

She tiptoed into his room carefully.

Isaac’s headphones were off now, his chair swung toward her, barely able to make out her face in the dark

“Whats up?” he wondered if something was wrong

“nothin’..” She hummed through the darkness, shuffling closer to him

He grinned, “You’re breaking the rules.” His arms slipped around her waist as she stepped between his legs. His chin rested against her stomach, eyes tilted up to meet hers

She shrugged, letting her arms settle over his shoulders, one hand tangling gently into the back of his hair. “No one saw me.”

“I see you.”

“You’re not stopping me.”

He didn’t say anything after that, just let out a tiny laugh through his nose, his hands moving to her waist before he pulled her down gently, settling her right into his lap. The others were still in Vc, still talking, but Isaac barely noticed.

“Miss me?” he said, voice low but a little smile tugging at his lips

Y/n just looked at him, and he looked right back, hands resting on her waist, thumbs brushing slowly across the fabric of her shirt

The space between them got smaller, her fingers still in his hair, and his breath warm against her mouth

Their lips connected, working together, soft at first, almost careful, then deeper. Isaac’s grip tightened on her waist, pulling her in just a little closer. Her fingers curled against the back of his neck, holding on

He grinned against her lips, voice low and smug

“Did you just come in here to makeout with me?”

She pulled back, just barely, bottom lip caught between her teeth

“I missed you…”

That pout. The way she said it like it was the only excuse she had

His eyes flickered over her face, and whatever softness sparked there was quickly smothered by something else. His hands slid lower, from her waist to her hips, then down to squeeze at her thighs

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice dropping as she rolled her hips against his growing bulge, slow and uncertain, like she didn’t even mean to, and he stifled a groan

“Oh, that’s how it is?”

He let one hand drift under her sweatshirt, palm hot and slow against her spine

“God, you're desperate.”

She didn’t deny it. Her head dipped against his shoulder, flushed and needy as his fingers gripped her tighter

“Hope you know you’re not leaving this room until I’m satisfied.” He leaned in, breath grazing her ear

A beat – then his voice dropped lower,

“...and I don’t mean with just kissing.”

She squirmed against him, the heat between them thick enough to drown in as his lips trailed slow kisses down her neck, teasing, tasting

She whimpered softly, fingers clutching at his shirt as her hips rolled a little more insistently

He chuckled low, voice rough

“needy already?”

She pressed into him, breath hitching as his fingers traced fire along her skin

“I don’t do patience well,” she breathed

Isaac’s grin darkened as his eyes locked onto hers

“Well, lucky for you im not exactly known for waiting either."

His hands moved with intent, pulling her impossibly closer as the room seemed to shrink around them

His hands were guiding her hips now, low groans and quiet affirmations slipping from his lips as her fingers pressed into his shoulders, seeking any friction she could find

Just as his hands tightened around her hips, several voices chimed in from the Vc, sharp and clear through his headphones

“isaaac isaaaaac isaaaaaaaaac”

Isaac tensed, glancing at the muted mic icon before biting back a low groan

He pressed a finger to his lips, signalling her to be quiet. However, the risk of being caught only made her work harder to get a noise out of him

Isaac cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice as Y/n ground into him “What—” he started, but her lips brushed his neck, soft and warm, stealing the rest of his breath. “Do you… need something?” he exhaled, voice faltering

She took the moment to slip off his lap without a sound while he struggled to hold a conversation, voice strained as she settled between his legs

He glanced down, catching her fingers working at the waistband of his grey sweatpants

He swallowed a groan, a smirk tugging at his lips as she pulled the pants a little lower. Her fingers worked deftly, tugging the waistband down just enough to slide the sweatpants off his hips, his breath catching as she wrapped her fingers softly around his heat

Then her hand moved

Just enough.

A sharp breath broke from his throat

“—shit. Sorry. hit my desk.”

Quick breathy laugh

“Yeah, im good”

There was a beat of silence, then a burst of laughter from the Vc. Someone cracked a joke about him being clumsy

Isaac chuckled weakly, his head tipping back against the chair, eyes screwed shut as he exhaled slowly

“Keep it up and I’ll kick you from the call,” he warned, the tremble in his voice barely held in check – words meant for the others, but she knew exactly who he was really talking to

His eyes met hers, biting back a grin as she pressed a soft kiss to his tip, enough to make him twitch, then murmured low enough just for him to hear

“mhm, just keep talking, baby” voice laced with teasing sweetness as he struggled to stay composed

His hips jerked into her; he was a mess already, twitching and leaking, his lips pressed together tightly to fight the urge to let everything out, but she only smiled

Her lips hovered for a moment, then she gave a single, slow lick—barely touching, just enough to make him squirm and try not to groan into his mic

He bit the back of his hand, trying to muffle all the sharp little noises that threatened to escape him. His fingers clenched tight into a fist, but she wasn’t done yet

Slowly, she dipped lower, her lips finally closing around him, warm and soft. it took everything in him to bite back a groan

His fingers tangled into her hair, gripping like a lifeline as his breath hitched and thickened

Every sloppy bob of her mouth sent him closer to the edge, hot and slick, pooling low and sticky, making his skin prickle in the best possible way

He was drowning in the mess of her, addicted to every frantic, messy second

his breath faltered, coming in ragged pants and soft, shaky whines that slipped past his lips uncontrollably

A voice came from the speakers, “what did i just hear, bro?”

Isaac’s breath caught, a muffled, desperate sound barely holding back as her lips pressed against him

“Mmm… nothin’,” he managed, voice low and breathless, trying not to give anything away

Y/n was relentless, never faltering with her rhythm and only quickening her pace

Isaac’s grip tightened in her hair, his body squirming with growing need. Every movement made his breath hitch, soft whimpers barely held back as he fought to keep quiet

“you’re gonna give yourself away at this rate,” she spoke softly, her fingers working to coax the most desperate moans from the boy trapped beneath her touch

He nipped at his bottom lip as he pressed closer, desperate but restrained. His hips twitched subtly, betraying how close he was

She smiled, heart fluttering at how vulnerable and cute he looked struggling to hold himself together

Isaacs hips jerked uncontrollably, fingers clutching at her hair and the edge of the chair like he was holding onto whatever sanity he had left

Her pace quickened, and his heart hammered so hard it felt like it would burst

He couldn’t keep himself together anymore – didnt care to – and a raw, ragged groan tore from deep inside him. Breathy, desperate, and utterly out of his control

Larry paused mid-sentence, “no way. no fucking way”

“was that-?”

“wait- wheres y/n?” Tanner gasped, catching on

Isaacs cheeks flushed deep red, eyes half-lidded and glossy with need, completely undone by her

“thats cheating.. disqualify her!”

“dead ass” larry snapped “kick her. that’s rigging the game.”

Y/n heard the chaos that arose, but she didn't stop, lips moving back down, eager to keep him right there—lost in the moment, trembling beneath her touch

He suddenly deafened with a shaky hand, the call falling silent with a sharp click

He tossed his headphones aside, running a hand down his flushed face with a groan, chest still heaving

“youre gonna be the death of me,” he muttered, eyes dropping back to her

She kept moving, lips gliding down his shaft again and again, every sloppy, needy sound he made was like music to her ears – so cute and messy, it made her heart flutter

His breath hitched sharply, voice trembling as he whispered,

“Oh fuck, Y/n…”

His hips jerked again, teetering right on the edge, utterly undone and helpless under her touch

She hummed against him, sending a vibration through him, and without warning, his hands tangled roughly in her hair, guiding her head deeper against him as they both struggled to keep steady

She gasped, a soft choke catching in her throat as he claimed her completely

His final groan was rough and breathless, a needy plea caught between a growl and a whisper, low and ruined as he let go of any of his remaining composure

Warmth pooled in her mouth, thick and slick, mixing with her own saliva that dripped down her chin and neck. The salty, heavy taste clung to her tongue as he shuddered against her, releasing fully and messily

Then he fell quiet except for laboured breaths and pants, slumping back in his chair, his grip loosening as his chest rose and fell, steadying as he caught his breath.

Y/n smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pressed a slow, sweet kiss to his thigh, her loose hand lingering – like she hadn’t just completely ruined him

“Aw,” she murmured, fingertips brushing warm against his skin, “was that too much for you, baby?”

He exhaled, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers with a low chuckle. “look at you all smug,” he said, his hand brushing through his hair “I’ll get back at you later, though.”

He helped her up gently, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as they stood

“Promise?” she asked, blinking up at him through her lashes

“You little hornball.” He joked with a grin, gently pushing her face away as she giggled, all smug and wiggly “Get outta here before you start something else.”

“I can’t go back and talk to everyone right now..” She bit her lip sheepishly, looking at her feet “buuutt, you can let me chill on your bed till you’re done?” she grinned up at him, playful, "though.. no promises i’ll be able to wait however long before distracting you again..”

He raised an eyebrow at her. "So you're going to make me deal with them now?"

“...yea” She said barely above a whisper, then under her breath, “but seriously, let me stay?”

He sighed, already caving “fine, fine,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Go lie down, no more distractions.” He said it sternly – but she wasn’t making any promises.