Hi Your Masterlist Doesn’t Work 🥲 I Was Trying To Find Your Fic Tattooed Hearts (are You Still Writing

Yelp

guess it’s happening

Okay - I am so freaking mad right now, I had a story that was ready to be posted, but Tumblr freaking deleted it 🥲🥲

SO in order to make it up to you guys, I want to write something you want. Give me an idea in my inbox and I will write it and make it a series.

I love you all and I promise to post again soon!

Been keeping tabs on your blog for a while (in a non-creepy way, I promise), and I've always assumed your username is because of Billlie. If it's not, ignore this (and that's a crazy coincidence?!)

Anyway...

New Billlie album dropped, and I saw NOTHING. heard NOTHING. was never TOLD. and they're eating ofc... just a bit bewildered and also I wanna know if your name is euno11a because of that. I mean, come on... the number eleven? 11???? Eunoia?????? There's no way it isn't.

This is a MESSY ask lmao. Thoughts on the album?

- (new anon) 🍑

hi 🍑 anon!! ive actually answered a question like this before, and I actually haven’t ever really listened to Billlie! Personally, I listen more to BTS, Enhypen, G-Idle, and a few others - but when I first got asked this question, I searched up the song and was so shocked! I hadn’t even heard of it so I thought it was pretty cool!

the reason I use euno11a (Eunoia) as my user was because I’ve been called that irl. Eunoia means well mind and beautiful thinking, my teacher called me that first when I was in high school actually. It can also mean a feeling of goodwill!

so in short, crazy coincidence!!! I haven’t heard the album yet, but I’ll put it on my to-do list! I’m trying to get the first part of my new series out currently!

(the keeping tabs thing scared me so bad I was genuinely like WTF 😭😭) luv you babes!

it is proven that majority of women can’t orgasm from intercourse alone. So imagine reader who can’t make herself cum, no matter how she touches her swollen little bud.

it’s becoming more annoying as you keep trying, different speeds, pressures, and angles, but nothing seems to work for you! It’s gotten to the point where you’ve quite frankly given up on even touching yourself. You’ve tried for so long, yet always get nothing.

so imagine telling Simon when he asks you, oh so kindly when on deployment, to touch yourself with him to make you both feel good. The silence over the phone when you say you can’t.

“What?”

“I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“‘Ave ya-?”

“I’ve done everything, Simon! I can’t, okay?”

it was clear that this was something that you weren’t comfortable with talking about. It made you upset that you didn’t “function correctly” like other women. So the night Simon came home, he greeted you with a soft kiss. There wasn’t any harsh underlying emotion, just soft and sweet love. His large and calloused hands would cup your cheeks and look at your eyes, watching the slight confusion slip into your gaze.

now laying against his sturdier chest, looking at yourself in the mirror with him behind you, you knew what was happening. He gently pulled down your sleeping pants, taking his time to let his fingertips brush against every inch of your thighs, all the way down to your ankles. And soon enough, off came your panties too. He started by admiring the slight glistening of your slick right by your entrance, using his fingers to gently dip into the fluid that he loved. Dragging his fingers upwards, he brought his fingertips to the side of your clit, letting your slick be the lube for his fingers.

Simon looked at you through the mirror, keeping eye contact as his fingers pressed onto your clit. The gasp that left your lips was sudden, almost reaching down to grab his wrist, but stopping when he gave you a stern warning look. Everything felt different - his touch felt electrifying, while yours felt like watching paint dry. Why was it so different? Your eyes fluttered shut, head resting on his shoulder when he started speeding up his small circular motion. Your thighs spread a little more, shuddering when you felt a build up in your lower tummy. That burn you never felt unless you used a toy, the burn you got before you were clouded with euphoria; it was coming. You let out small squeaks and whimpers as your hips lifted and you came undone. Usually that’s when you’d stop, let your body just relax, but Simon kept a firm hand across your torso, using his leg to keep yours pinned down so he could still rub you till complete satisfaction.

once his movements slowed and he was panting along with you slightly, he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the mirror again.

“I don’t care what time of day it is, if ye need t’cum, y’tell me and I’ll help, love. Alrigh’?”

you mustered a small nod, droopy eyes falling to the wet and sticky mess between your thighs, and the lovely hands that helped you along the way.

I got a question. Who’s Badhjur and why is everyone obsessed with him?? Am I missing something?? Please enlighten me🙏🙏

Baby Girl | Q&A

The characters have been through a lot, and now they’re ready to answer your burning questions. Whether you’re curious about their pasts, their wildest thoughts, or just want to know what’s going through their heads in the moment, drop your questions below or in my inbox and see what they have to say. No question is too big, too small, or too weird! So, what are you waiting for? Ask away!

hehe🤭 TF-141 + König saying things in the bedroom with you

Price: “Take your clothes off. Right now.”(yes cap) “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.” “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

Soap: “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” “You’re so in for it when we get home.”

Ghost: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” “Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” “Beg for it.”

Gaz: “My baby, you did so well.” “I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” “Look how good you take it.”

König: “Did you come already?” “I want it. I want to taste you.” “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

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I am obsessed with tattoo hearts. Could you please add me to the tag list? I don't want to miss any updates.🫶🏼

I would absolutely love to, but you submitted this anonymously so I can’t see your @, you can message me if you’d like and I’ll be more than happy to add you to the tag list 🫶

Simon dropped his keys into the small dish at your front door, kicking off his boots and setting them aside nicely. He shrugged off his coat and hung it up, leaving his baseball cap on the small table he put his keys on.

he walked further into the house, looking around, but seeing no sign of you. His brows furrowed a little, calling out to you. “Love? Y’here?”

he walked further into the house, peaking into the bathroom and living room before hearing a door open. He turned to see you walking out of your room in tears, wearing one of his shirts. The worst thoughts went to his head - did you hurt yourself? Did someone else get hurt? Were you upset with him? He walked over to you cautiously, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“What’s wrong, love? Did somethin’ happen when I was gone?” His fingers carded through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You pulled away a little to look up at him and smile, wiping away your tears the best you could as you sniffled and held him close. “I- I did it…” you smiled, small laugh coming from your lips.

A small look of confusion crossed his face as he ran his hands up and down your sides, squeezing you a little. “Did what, love?” he asked.

You smiled through your tears, burying your face into his chest. “I made myself cum…no help, no vibrator…just me…”

Simon had felt proud of you a lot through the years, but being able to see you so proud of yourself made him so much prouder. He picked you up and held your ass to keep you steady. “That’s my girl…oh god, that’s my girl. M’so proud of you, lovie.”

Many women think that they’re “broken” because they still haven’t made themselves feel pleasure without a helping hand. You need to know that you aren’t broken - not even close. Your body is beautiful and unique in its own way, and you need to take the time to love how intricate and powerful you all are. This is for men and women, since they both struggle with this issue. You can do it, you just need to breathe and appreciate that you are made differently from everyone else. You deserve your pleasure. No matter how long it takes you to figure it out.