I Need To Fucking Become Kimmy Granger.

I need to fucking become Kimmy Granger.

I need Jschlatt.

Y’know what. I’m gonna say it. I’ve been silent for too long.

WHY AREN’T WE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE WHOLE “KIMMY GRANGER LIKES IT ROUGH” BIT?????? LIKE, c’mon. C’MONNNNNN SMUT WRITERS.

BUT I LOOK UP TO YOU

i started writing with the hopes of talking to/befriending 4 authors

@squinch-depraved

@jschladderall

@manticore-fangs

@moistcl1tikal-ao3

3/4 befriended

4/4 noticed by

anyway, go give em all some love

I NEED IT

A fanfic? In my drafts? It’s more likely than you think…

I NEED MANTI

@manticore-fangs I BEG

i started writing with the hopes of talking to/befriending 4 authors

@squinch-depraved

@jschladderall

@manticore-fangs

@moistcl1tikal-ao3

3/4 befriended

4/4 noticed by

anyway, go give em all some love

HELLO IM HERE TO SAY THAT YOUR GRAMMAR IS LARGELY YUMMY KEEP UP THE GUD WORK 👍🏻🧍🏻‍♀️

Kinktober Week 1 ; Semi-Public Sex

summary: your tutor, ted, finger-fucks you mid study sesh in the library

warnings: afab reader, degradation, size kink (if you squint), slut shaming

note: this is the first time i’ve ever written/posted smut, so criticism is welcome but i’d appreciate if you’re nice about it. also, this may be deleted if i wake up tomorrow morning and realize how bad this is, because i wrote this on my phone at like four in the morning. oh and i changed the kinktober plans. whoops

“Just like that,” Ted whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re so smart.” He slid a hand under your shirt, fingers tracing shapes on the side of your torso. “Such a smart little slut. Y’like sitting on my lap in the library? I bet you’d let me bend you over the table.”

You felt your stomach ache, a rushing heat pooling at your panties. “Ted, we’re in public…”

His hand crept down from your sides to under your skirt, stroking the lacey, soaked fabric which barely covered you. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to find out about these, pull ‘em off?”

“Shit, Teddy, I–I have to–we’re here to, to study,” you croaked through shaky breaths. You shifted slightly, desperate for any friction.

He slowed down, fingers rubbing your panties closer to your clit. You gasped, his right hand running from your side up to your mouth. “Shh, angel, we can do both. I just need you to be quiet, okay? Can you do that for me?”

You shook your head, whispering through his rough hands, “I will. I will.”

Ted took his hand from your face, moving it to your clothed hips. “You’re gonna keep doing your work,” he pulled you closer to him, a finger sliding your panties aside to dip into your folds, “And I’m gonna take care of you.” He started slow, letting you adjust to the two fingers stretching you out. You bit the innards of your cheeks, hands both off the table gripping your thighs in an attempt to suppress the ungodly noises trapped inside of you, begging to escape. “I need you to be quiet, remember? Can’t fuck this pretty pussy of yours if we’re kicked out. Just focus on your work.” You nodded, choking down a sob as tears began to well in your eyes. “Jesus baby, your so fucking tight. All for me.”

“All–All for you,” You stammered, a faint whimper heard as you spoke. Ted’s hand moved from your waist to your wrist, moving it back to your papers. He fumbled to grab the pencil, more focused on the increasing pace he pumped in and out of you.

“Keep on writing,” He whispered into your neck, hand holding yours as you tried to solve another problem, “You can do it, I believe in you.”

Your hands shook as you did your best to scribble numbers at random, too scattered to think. More breathless mewls poured out of you, before your arms both hit the desk, your head following them. You tried to whisper your pleas, overwhelmed by pleasure. “Teddy! Oh god! I can’t—I can’t, fuck!”

“Yes you can, yes you can,” He pulled you back in with a single arm before pulling your head back up, sticking three fingers straight in your mouth. You sucked on them, tongue trying to keep them settled as he pushed them further. Ted used his thumb to apply extra pressure to your clit, overwhelming your entire being. It was all too much, and you knew it had to end soon. You felt your walls clench around him, mumbling and moaning around his fingers while he degraded you. “Just like that—fuck—just like that. Cum for me. Cum for me right here, let everyone in here hear how big of a dirty whore you are.”

His fingers left your throat, leaving you gasping for air through a pornographic moan. Next, fingers left you, slapping your drenched pussy. “Atta girl.”

What if I feel like being freaky in public.. 🤭😏👀

not to alarm anyone but Chuckle Sandwich may be making a tumblr episode. hide your freak shit, make your blog only viewable by people with an account, do whatever you need to do because Tucker might be browsing these tags for content for the episode 😬