#🐦●anon

[celestialking]

WHEN ARE WE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES TOGETHER AGAINNNN

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I’m free most of the time

Just not on the mornings of weekdays and then usually not Sunday/Monday night

But if you just message me whenever you’re free I will definitely make time

[sickosdotjpg]

[ocs] between the two of them, they almost have an entire outfit

(pls don't reblog to non-kink blogs!)

[seijorhi]

So that's how the parrot (?) emoji looks for you. It used be a beautiful amazon rainforest macaw. It's beyond ugly now.it's hideous

I remember when I followed you, all your asks were anonymous. I assumed there's some rule that you only accept anons. Ahnkbvcv. I couldn't decide an emoji to pick I saw 🐦 anon and decided to be a bird.

Happy spooktober. Currently I'm binge reading all of your kuroo works 🫦✨️🫶

Can we pleaseeee get a sneak peek on what you're working on(if you want to ofc)

Take care 𐭩. Ilysmmmm

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the emoji still looks the same to me??? :((

but i do have a soft spot for my emoji anons. only a few of you are left but <33 y'all have my heart ghfjdkjhgfd

also funny you should mention kuroo and spooktober cuz i was daydreaming today about final girl n thinking of how kuroo is such a magnanimous little psycho that, after one particularly bad breakdown, he decides to offer poor reader a way out. if she's so desperate to leave her big, strong, loving husbands (bigamy might be illegal but so is hacking people up 🤷‍♀️) he'll give her that option. of course, he isn't just going to unlock the door and let her walk out of there so easily.

she was the one who said she'd do anything to leave.

so when he and akaashi take a trip back to her home town and bring back a friend, the choice should be easy. if she wants to go, he won't stop her, all she's gotta do in return is take one of the knives, akaashi's machete, his bat – he's not picky, really – and hack 'em up a little. give him and the guys a show. a farewell gift, in a way.

if she can't bring herself to kill, they'll let bokuto have his fun with them instead, and she'll stay right where she belongs. if she can, well, kuroo'll be too busy fucking her in the mess to remember any 'promises' he might've made.

also uhm i am still working on the jjk iseaki fic but i am also working on another fic as well, which the snippet below the cut belongs to hehe

Without the roar of a crowd, every noise on the court in amplified; the squeaking of shoes, the thwack of palms meeting leather, shouts ricocheting from both sides as they scramble for the ball.

Scramble isn't the right word, though. It flies through the air between the players, choreographed chaos.

One of the players, a dark haired behemoth, shoots up and connects with the ball, slamming it over the net with a terrifying force – you feel the impact in your chest when it hits the floor.

A whistle rings out.

"Oh my god," Aya breathes.

The behemoth turns, dark eyes zeroing in on your figure from across the court. His nostrils flare.

Alpha, you realise. He's one of the alphas.

[v3nusxsky]

best friends mom!emily prentiss and reader. where readers bsf invites her to join their vacation for winter break and r accepts not knowing that emily was her best friends mom that she has been fucking for weeks. a few days there, r decides to go to in the hot tub, emily joins after without thinking. emily and r has unbearable tension so they fuck in the hot tub while emily’s ex husband and r’s best friend are out skiing.

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MILF!18+

*Authors note~ I love the Emily prompts so much and I missed writing for my favourite lady*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink semi public sex, cheating milf Emily x 21 year old reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Delilah happened to be your best friend of 2 years, you'd met at college and instantly became thicker than thieves. For anyone who didn't know your story, it appeared you'd been friends for years. Yet realistically you didn't know each others family or home towns, you knew each others college lives inside and out. Delilah mentioned a family vacation she was being taken on and allowed a plus one, which was going to be her ex boyfriend, but the key word there was Ex. So it had all been payed for, she offered you to join in, knowing you'd been swept up in meeting the mystery girl, you'd return covered in love bits and satisfied for a few days. The cycle would repeat but you refused to divulge much information, only offering her gender and saying she's older, but god damn amazing in bed. So the break would do you the world of good.

That was how you found yourself and your best friend driving up to the cabin. A skiing holiday. Both singling obnoxiously loud to a special playlist of all your favourites. The emotional response would change from breakups to sexy to sad to happy and in love, a true mix but all of them loved by you both. When you arrived at the cabin you got all settled in your room before Delilah's dad and step mother arrived.

The shock of your life came when you saw your secret lover stood next to the man Delilah addressed as dad. "Emily" she nodded at your secret lover and that's when your eyes met, she was just as shocked to see you here too. Neither of before realised you were talking of the same girl. Delilah. You knew her as li and Emily addressed her as Delilah, so truly it was understandable how one didn't connect the two. Emily of course told you of her failing arranged marriage, her mother unwilling to accept that Emily was Lesbian so she arranged the marriage with a wealthy man, it made her look good so what was Emily's happiness to her?

With a nervous hi to both adults you began to listen in to what was going on. Delilah and her dad wanting to hit the slope as soon as possible, Emily hoping to stay back at the cabin maybe get a little nap in. So they were completely divided which meant they turned to you. "Uh um I could stay here with Emily? I could do with a nap, I'll hit the slopes tomorrow with you li?" You murmured hoping it would be okay.

Soon enough it had been decided li and her dad would hit the slopes and you and Emily would hang back here. As soon as they both left, Emily made her way to where you were staying, "that's your li?" She murmured as her eyes raked over your body. "You have a step daughter and a mommy kink em?" You teased watching as she smiled and came closer to you to steal a kiss. "Shut up princess you have no problem with calling me mommy when I'm attending to that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured against your lips before shoving you against the wall, the moment your back connected with the wall you let out a ridiculously loud moan. "Now now princess don't scream too loud or we will get caught" she teased before removing herself from you, "get a swim suit on, there's a hot tub and Im sure you'd hate to leave mommy all alone in there" she purred adding a quick swat to your bottom before heading to change.

By the time you had changed, Emily had already found herself in the hot tub, her burgundy swim sit hardly containing her plentiful boobs from spilling out over the cups. Her head lolled back in relaxation as the steam rose hitting cold air. "Mommy?" You whimpered as your need clouded your mind. It had been way too long since you'd had your lips on her pert buds, or lapping at her slick folds, hell you missed being dicked down by her strap. You missed your mommy and here and now with her like that, you just had to have her. "Join me princess" she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes as you scurried to join her.

The water was warm and you couldn't help but moan slightly as it washed over your skin, taking a seat next to Emily. "Now now princess you know mommy likes you on her lap" she murmured causing you to now straddle her lap. "Hello pretty girl" she murmured before kissing you hard enough to make your toes curl. "Mommy" you whined rolling your hips, only to find out she's packing.

"Mommy need you" you whined into her ear. "Princess it's been a few days since we you've had mommy, such a needy little slut aren't you?" She murmured before freeing her strap. "Gonna ride me like a good girl" she demanded really before slipping the binki bottom material to the side before allowing you to sink onto the faux dick.

"Oh mommy, fuck yes more" you whimpered eyes rolling back your head as you felt her hit that spot inside you only she could find. "Come on baby. Let mommy use that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured and you began to bounce on the strap. The hot tub jets adding bubbles to hide what was going on, "mommy mommy fuck want bed" you murmured in coherently. Quickly hoping off her strap you stumbled from the hot tube and to the bedroom you were staying in. Emily got on your heels.

Immediately you were bent over the bed, strap entering your core once more, this time pace being ruthless and erratic, "fuck princess feel so good. Take it. Take mommys cock. Fuck squeezing me so good baby" she moaned as to simply laid there taking the brutal assault, murmuring incoherent words and pleads. "Mommy! Love you mommy mommy please" you whimpered, "gonna cum" you warned. "That's it princess come for me. That's it good girl"

Emily fucked you through your orgasm before slipping from your core and moving to kiss you, "oh princess this holiday is going to be so much fun, now go clean up and look busy they'll be back soon, I love you princess" she murmured before leaving the room to freshen up.

Word count~ 1188

[stray-tim]

Boo!

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Whaa! Who? ฅ^._.^ฅ

[arminsumi]

Hello! I saw you reposted the fluff prompts again and I have an idea here and a song recommendation which is Days of Blues by Sons of Maria. Can I request the prompt “Reacting to seeing you naked for the first time”, but the only difference was it was actually Y/N accidentally seeing Eren naked for the first time, but he didn’t care if it was her? Thank you so much! - 🌻

Darling Sunflower! Good to see you again, hope you're well 💕

"Reacting to seeing him naked for the first time"

Prompt 3 | MDNI | Eren | ♪

You walk in on Eren changing, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

⚠️Cws; nudity, suggestive content

Notes; gn!reader, college au

It was movie night at your friend's dorm house, and you trotted over especially early because you heard Eren was going to be home.

Sure, you loved Saturday movie night, but if Eren was there, it was way more enjoyable. Sometimes you'd cross paths with him in the kitchen, and end up chatting the night away together.

It became a thing for you two to get carried away with talking in the kitchen over cups of coffee. Eren felt like he could really relax in your company; you had something wonderful about you. There was always a serene atmosphere in the kitchen.

This time, though, when you steal away to the kitchen, you notice Eren doesn't come around. So you quickly poked your head around the corner, and heard the pitter-pattering sound from the shower upstairs.

You glumly return to the movie with your friend, I guess Eren's busy, you think to yourself.

By the time the intermission rolls around, you're eager to get up and find an excuse to go upstairs.

"I've got to use the bathroom." You tell your friend. They're stretching their whole body out, and barely nod in response.

You take to the foyer and ascend the stairs. The scent of freshly used shampoos and body washes wafts out of the bathroom. Eren's door is right next to it, slightly ajar.

Without much thought, you trot over to his door and knock on it, making your way in.

"Eren?" You call out his name.

Your eyes quickly find him; clad in nothing, standing in the center of his room. He's toweling his wet hair.

The fairy lights in his room are the only source of light; they show off his toned body; all the dips and curves of his physique seem emphasized. His body completely captures your attention for a second.

You sputter out hasty apologies. Eren looks at you undisturbedly.

"I don't mind." He says nonchalantly.

"O-oh? Okay. Well... I'll be downstairs... are you joining us for movie night?"

Eren shrugs, "I'll see. I'd rather just hang with you alone, if I'm being honest."

You feel your heart pang in your chest, as if it's right under the surface of your skin instead of deep inside your body.

Whenever he spoke, you swore his voice lured your heart. It was deep and smooth, like a rolling tide at night.

"Well... I'll see you for some midnight coffee as usual, then?" You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah, definitely." He winks.

You feel pleasantly lightheaded, like you've spun around too many times in a meadow. "M'kay, see you later!" you squeak happily, and leave his room.

[skele-bunny]

I wish you would write a fic with more BPD dewther!

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YEAHYEAH! Ngl, little bit of a personal projection

Separation. (CW) Aether/Dewdrop

CW - Suicidal Thoughts

Tags: BPD episode/split, assumptions, overthinking, Hurt w/Comfort

Characters: Aether, Dewdrop

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

Everything had been just fine. Truly and honest just fine. Dew pressed against Aether's side, head on his mate's chest while they watched a new series that had been recommended by Cirrus after getting cozy in their pajamas of the afterglow of a previous hour. Aether's hand lazily stroking down Dewdrop's back, claws grazing and occasionally pushing his fingers in to rub and elicit purrs from the fire ghoul.

Aether's phone rang, drawing both of their attention—Dew sitting up so Aeth could reach over and answer. He didn't mind as he talked to someone in the hospital, picking up the remote to go pause but Aether's hand waving a 'no' stopped him. Eyes following as Aether stood up, walking to the bathroom and closing the door, yet his voice continued.

He sat patiently, eyes flicking between the bathroom door to the TV, exhaling slowly. All it took was for Dewdrop to hear Aether laugh for his entire mood to switch. He looked down at his lap, ears slowly drooping down and tail curling around his own thigh, before his breathing got shaky. Dew didn't know why he thought the way he did, or reacted the way he did, he just did. His mind settling on the worst case scenario and keeping it as fact. Tears began to swell and Dew couldn't regulate himself.

Looking at the ring on his finger, Dewdrop slipped it off and slammed it on the bedside table, standing up and leaving their shared room to make his way down the hallway to his abandoned old one. The room smelled stale from the lack of anyone being in it, dust lining shelves but maneuvering his way on his old bed that still had his mound of stuffed animals.

He collapsed down into the pillows, unable to stop his tears flowing and broken sobs—claws gripping the pillow that seemed to only be needed for moments like this. It felt like Dew's heart was breaking in the most physical way, his chest tightening and pings of pain echoing through his entire rib cage. He was too hyper aware of his gurgling cry, a simple siren song working it's way through as he begged for comfort and attention.

Dew only muffled himself more, his scent souring. He pushed his knees up under his stomach, a fetal position where he could try and ease some of the pain his body felt after coming to terms with Aether getting bored with him. That had to be the case, right? They just had sex, and that's all Aether wanted. He was so eager to pickup the phone. Something to get him away from Dew, maybe it was a new mate Dewdrop didn't know about. He wouldn't be surprised. He wasn't gentle touched like Rain was, didn't have the humor of Swiss, or even the comforting presence like Mountain and Sunshine.

He was just bottom of the barrel, forcing Aether to deal with him.

Nothing about him was good enough for any type of affection, just stuck in a loop of finding ways to shut him up. To satisfy Dew enough to keep him wrapped around whoever's finger until they decided to dump him. It seemed Aether was nearing his own end after all the years of putting up with him.

Another sob bubbled through, his entire frame shaking as he couldn't control himself. Sitting up some, Dew tried to stop his hyperventilating, deeming helpless as it only got worse as he looked at his empty ring finger. There was nothing there, because there was nothing there. There was no relationship, there was no love. There was nothing. Aether wasn't coming for him, and if anything was probably happy Dew had left the bedroom—to allow someone else he actually desired to take the spot.

For weeks there'd been things Dew overlooked that suddenly became his reality. How Aether would keep his head down against Dew's neck during sex instead of simply looking at him, how he seemed to hold Aurora tighter in the recent ghoul pile, how his eyes seemed to linger on Mountain as they broke away from a kiss. And now the phone call where he closed the door, and started laughing. Was it a nurse? Another doctor he worked with? They most likely seen Aether more than Dewdrop did. It'd make sense he'd develop another relationship without telling him. He had no obligation to inform a toy about romance.

He moved to his side, dragging his clownfish toy Zephyr had gifted him years ago to his chest, curling around it for just some type of comfort. Dew would remain alone in this world, and he needed to accept that. He was alone in the pits, how would being topside possibly be any different? He was childish. Foolish to think anything would change. All it was is a change of scenery. Nothing else.

He was certain no one would bat an eye the moment he forced himself to stop breathing. Maybe he could suffocate himself in his pile of misery and dust, leaving his body to rot. His corpse would only be found from the smell and not the care in anyone's heart to see where he went. Dew was positive about that too. It seemed like the best outcome at this point.

"Firefly?" Aether's voice echoed sadly, knocking on the door.

Aether let himself in as Dewdrop didn't respond, tail going between his legs as he seen his mate's current state. His face flushed with tears, snot, and drool going on his plush as he let out the most heartbreaking wails. His tail curled around his own self, a small ball that kept trying to cave in on itself.

He slowly moved over, kneeling on the bed as his hand touched Dew's shoulder. "Oh, firefly... What's wrong?"

Dew shook his head, yanking his shoulder away from Aether. "You don't l-love me anymore."

"Says who? I love you more than anything in this world, Dewdrop. I mean it!" Aether moved his hand back, shuffling closer and laying somewhat behind his mate.

"Says you!" His body shook more with each cry. "You never look at me anymore o-or seem, like, happy with me, and— and you just want to get rid of me and so I did the hard work for you."

Aether whined, pressing his muzzle against Dew's head then backing up. "Can you tell me how?"

His hand started slowly rubbing Dewdrop's arm, knowing how the physical touch always calmed down his splits, even if just miniscule differences.

"Well, you... You just—" Dew clutched his clownfish tighter. "You don't look at me anymore! You, you— Fucking—" More tears fell and another loud cry.

"Oh, my love..." Aether whispered, frowning as he kept rubbing Dewdrop. "I'm right here... I'm listening."

It took longer until Dew could inhale through his cries for him to start babbling once more. "You seem so happier with everyone else, you don't look at me. I want you to look at me, but you always turn your head, or move to where I can't even get the chance to force eye contact... You laugh louder with them, y-you were so happy to get away from me with the phone call and— and you—You just... You don't love me anymore."

There was a moment of silence from Aether as he ran through what Dewdrop said in his head, sighing softly. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like that, and I promise with everything in me I love you. I love you so, so much it drives me insane sometimes. You make me happy, Dewy. You always have and you always will. I love how silly you are, your little fits where you throw the nearest thing at me, and even when you bite my chest!"

Aether reached into his pocket to pull out the ring Dew had taken off. He adjusted himself to where the ring was in view of Dew. "When I gave this to you, I meant it. I studied human marriage for so long for you, because I wanted it to be special. I knew how much it meant to you, and how you loved it. I love you, Vai."

Dewdrop squeezed his plush again. "Feelings can change..."

"Have your feelings changed?"

Hesitation trembled over Dew's lips, looking through blurry vision at the purple and blue ring, the jewel held in place by Aether's horn tips. "No... I love you."

"I love you too, Dew. I always will, no matter what your brain may say to you... I really am so sorry I hurt you. Is there anything I can do to help reassure my love for you?"

It took a moment before Dew raised his hand, still shaking but offering his finger again. Aether took the hint and slowly slid the ring back on, holding his mate's hand carefully before bringing it close to kiss his knuckles. Dewdrop followed his hand, heterochromia staring into space.

"Will you look at me?"

Aether clutched his hand tighter, bringing it to his chest while staring back. "Of course I will."

So, they laid. Staring into each other eyes and Aether slowly growing a dopey smile. His lips parted to whisper affections, complimenting each little detail on Dew's face he adored for all these years and more. His spare hand went up, fingers dragging down Dew's wet cheek and watching as he leaned into the touch. The only thing separating them at this point was the clownfish between their chests, foreheads touching and tails intertwined.

Dew exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut as a few more tears slipped out. "Can we make boundaries?"

"Of course we can, love. Tell me what you need."

"When you have phone calls... Can you stay in the room with me?" He asked, finally looking up again.

Aether hummed, "I can do that. But sometimes there needs to be privacy with calls from the hospital. Would it be alright if I go to the bathroom for those?"

"Could you leave the door cracked? Just a bit?"

A nod. "Of course, that's a good compromise."

Relief instantly flooded Dewdrop's face, his nose no longer scrunched and only moving as he sniffled. "In piles, I... Would you hold me tighter? I feel like you don't anymore. Like you don't want to touch me."

"When you say hold you tighter, do you mean only hold you or just squeeze whatever part of you I have?" Aether kept rubbing Dew's cheek, keeping his eye contact and sending comforting smells.

Biting his lip a little to think, Dew answered again. "Squeeze. I don't mind that you're holding the others, they're our mates too, but I just want to feel more of you. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Aether nodded. "I can do that. Now, could you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"When you start feeling like I'm not giving you enough attention, affection, or just feel like I'm ignoring you, I want you to tell me. I know it's hard to say and ask for, so how about we make a little code? Yeah? Just come up, grab my hand, and—" Aether squeezed Dew's hand three times. "That'll let me know you need my undivided attention."

Dew looked over Aether's face before slowly squeezing three times back. He watched as the quintessence adjusted the clownfish before pulling him close, hugging tightly around his frame. Dewdrop shook a bit more before his tears came back, hiding in Aether's chest but still clutching his toy. Aether put his chin between Dew's horns, rubbing his back in comforting circles and whispering his love once more.

"You're okay... I'm right here. Let it all out, I'm not going anywhere."

His cries only got worse at the reassurance, but only because relief flooded him like no tomorrow. He finally released the clownfish to clutch to Aether's shirt, feeling each paranoia and assumption slip away the more they stayed tangled. Of course there was the small echo it was just a coy and everything would go back to how it was of nothing. So Dew found Aether's hand and squeezed again.

The position was changed to where Dew was on Aether's chest, completely wrapped in his arms and bodies pressed together. Their hands never released one another, Dewdrop lifting his head to look into Aether's eyes, the quint smiling up at the fire so softly.

"I see you, firefly. I'm not leaving. Not anytime soon, not ever. I love you."

Nodding, Dew laid his head back down and let himself be held more. "I love you, too..."

[planet-dusk]

My thoughts on Werewolf!Chan: he's super sensitive to smells depending on the current cycle of the moon. He instantly knows when you sneak a glance at his dripping torso when he's fresh out of the shower. Your damp panties and pheromones reaching him before he can even make it to the bedroom to change. He veers towards you on the couch, ready to spread your thighs and taste you. His first instinct is to make sure you're taken care of. Leaving you sexually wanting isn't an option.

He wrinkles his nose when he embraces you coming home from work. He smells all of the "friendly" shoulder pats from men at your job, and the cologne from someone leaning over to collaborate or help with an IT issue. He refuses to let go until he cums IN you or ON you. The lunar aggression tends to turn possessive and marking you calms him.

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yes to all this !! he'd be marking you up 24/7 cuz he can't stand the smell of another man on you 😵‍💫

[justanotherkinrequest]

🎄-☕-🌟 ❄️-📖-❄️ 🌟-☕-🎄

╰┈➤ Simon Petrikov stimboard with a warm winter/holiday themes

[celestialking]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FROM APPLEBEE'S TO YOU, WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY SO WE COULD PARTY TOO!

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Thank you :)

I actually just hung up your message of that from last year on my chalkboard lolol

[l3viat8an]

Imagine diavolo’s absolute horror when he catches MC, in his bedroom waiting for him after a meeting, eating a pickle because of period/pregnancy cravings. He’d feel devastated and betrayed, and would ignore her for a week straight until he eventually caves when she starts crying and/or incessantly messaging him that she’s sorry and that “it was only a pickle, I just couldn’t help myself, the craving was too strong!”

(Btw, can I be 🐦‍⬛ anon?)

Diavolo would be so hurt, not the pickle!!!- anything but the pickles!

But he can’t stay made for long. I’d imagining more like that happening in the early afternoon and by evening Diavolo is walking back into his bedroom and apologizing for overreacting, after all that’s his lover pregnant with his baby.

A pickle isn’t worth hurting their relationship, “It was simply shocking seeing you eating that thing.” still with a look of disgust on his face ofc. “And it would be wrong of me to hold a craving against you……just don’t eat them in my bed.”

As long as MC can agree to that, he’ll be climbing into the bed for some cuddles cooing to the baby in her stomach.

(And ofc you can! Tho on my phone it looks like a bird and black square hskaja so hopefully it looks right for you)

[official-clark-kent]

Anonymous advice for an Anonymous Person requesting advice about their boss!

Unfortunately, HR will rarely step in, seeing as their jobs are to protect the company rather than an individual. Use this to your advantage.

If possible, carry a concealed recording device on your person, most especially when you are around said boss. The state is a one-party consent state, so you do not need to ask for permission to record.

Upon receiving proof of the harassment and the retaliation, take it directly to a lawyer. Many workplace lawyers and attorneys will accept this case especially since you have proof.

It is important to not tell your workplace this is happening, as they can retaliate in other ways (examples include firing you for "under-performance" or "attendance")

Let your lawyer or attorney handle the rest of it.

Even if HR refuses to properly handle the issue by firing your boss, if you decide to quit after the case settlement, and your co-workers are then harassed or fired as well, it opens up an easy case for them to also take action under retaliation and harassment.

Good luck, and hope this helps!

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Thank you so much for your reply! I'm sure this will help a great deal.

[michaels-living-hell]

Hey again! I've been thinking about moving to Utah when I'm a bit older. Anything I should keep an eye out for or try to avoid?

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the entire state

[seijorhi]

im so down bad for you rhi it’s not even funny. it’s actually sick and twisted how talented you are. words are failing me right now but im in a state of shock? disbelief?

so much to comment on. jesus. the added layer of cruelty — as if there needed to be another one — that this happened while they were celebrating mom’s bday even though iwa and oiks didn’t necessarily even plan for that? so deliciously fucked up.

i’m curious — did iwa and oikawa try anything w her during their time at the foster home? the reader seems to take the angle of then being overprotective and obsessive older brothers more than anything. did she know they wanted her? loved her as more than a little sister? or was iwa’s kiss totally out of left field for her?

anyway, you are so brilliant that it’s making me laugh. laughably brilliant. sending you all my kisses and love

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<33 bby i adore you

i wouldn't say they necessarily made any moves or tried anything overt, it was always subtle things. they were easing her into it, little by little.

then came along omori. they got all jealous and shit hit the fan, so they were forced to kick things up a notch. had she not run screaming in the opposite direction, they would've kissed her there, made it abundantly clear where she belonged and how they felt about her.

but i do think subconsciously, she knew. maybe not back then, when it was all wrapped in her dependency upon them, her isolation, but with distance and time, if she'd cared to peek back instead of shoving it all down and pretending none of it had happened, she would've at the very least suspected that it wasn't just brotherly love they were showing.

[v3nusxsky]

i saw this tiktok where it said “i’m not arguing with a girl that manspreads, like whatever you say, handsome.” and it made me think of emily😵‍💫 so emily and reader are arguing but r gets distracted mid sentence once emily sits down and does that manspreading thing she does(it makes my brain go empty) and emily notices that there’s not a single thought behind r’s eyes and emily pulls r onto her lap and asks her what she was saying and if she really wanted to say what she was gonna say before emily thrusts her hips up and r notices that em is packing<3 just pure, pure smut! - 🐦

Daddy's handsome isn't she?18+

*Authors note~ Emily my love I need one chance with you*

Trigger warnings ~  packing strap on oral daddy Emily sub r manspreading praise degradation

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Emily has the habit of manspreading, it's something you've always found attractive and addicting. You couldn't help but stare whenever she did it, dating a profiler had its set backs. She could pick up on your tales instantly, which meant in an argument she knew all she needed to do was simply manspread and your brain would falter and go empty. Which is how you found yourself in your current predicament.

Emily returned from her case, having been in a car crash and still continued to work the case, you were upset. Anything could've happened to her! Yet she seemed unfazed, reminding you it's all part of the job and she was okay. Truly she knew you were just scared but she knew she was okay. Physically a few cuts and bruises but she's had worse. But as her girlfriend she knew you'd panic, worry and need all the reassurance she could offer, that's why when this idea popped into her head she ran with it.

Moving her legs in the way she knew would make your brain empty she smirked and called for you effortlessly stopping your rant, "angel, I'm okay honestly. There's no need to argue" she murmured watching how your distracted brain tried to comprehend her words. "I'm not arguing with a woman who manspreads like whatever you say handsome!" Using the distraction she gripped on your hips and guided you to straddle her lap. "Emily! You can't just" your words cut off by Emily thrusting her hips upwards, your clothed core coming in contact with her bulge. How had you missed that she was packing? *What was you saying my angel? Or has my little cock slut gone all dumb because daddy needs her?"

Emily knew just what to say or do to drive you absolutely crazy with need and her packing was definitely on the top half of that list. "Daddy" you whined trying to rutt your hips downward to feel her once more. "Oh my little whore, do you need daddy? Want daddy to fuck your tight little cunt till you're begging daddy to stop?" Her words held the cockiness as well as the smirk plastered on her gorgeous face. "Please, please daddy fuck me" you whimpered becoming that slutty submissive Emily trained you to be. You'd do anything for Emily's strap and she knew it.

Effortlessly you were held so your legs wrapped around her waist as she carried you to the bedroom. "Be a good slut and strip for daddy, give me a show angel" she murmured before stripping also, laying on the bed with her legs spread and her hand stroking the fake cock. "Fuck angel! You're so damn sexy" she purred causing you to smile at the compliment. "Angel go get the vibe for daddy?" She murmured innocently to you as you scurried to find it. Upon finding it you came back to your girlfriend and she instructed you to place it on your clit while handing the remote to her. Once the dull vibrations began Emily had you lay on your stomach and suck her off, "that's it Angel, get daddy nice and wet so she can slide straight in your pretty pussy" she moaned to you as the strap began to rub against her bundle of nerves as you deep throated it.

"Oh fuck angel you have improved" she whimpered causing you to release the dick with a wet plop, "practicing for you daddy" you murmured before happily going back to sucking her off. It always amazed you how quickly you could get Emily off when she was fucking your mouth, with the vibe edging you and Emily coming you were in that addictive place between pain and pleasure. "Good girl angel, so fucking good for daddy. Such a whore. Wanna fuck you dumb" she mumbled pulling up to kiss her, hands fondling your boobs. "Please daddy please fuck me. Need to ride your cock" you whimpered desperately.

The vibe removed Emily added some lube to her faux dick before helping you sink onto it. "Oh fuck daddy so big" you mewled as your walls accommodated her. "Fuck angel, can't wait for you to bounce on my cock" she murmured bringing her mouth to your breast. The moment you began to ride her Emily thought she'd died and gone to heaven. Here you were bouncing on her dick, she could see your cunt devouring every inch of her as you whimpered and whined at the sensations it provided you.

With a surprised squeak your back hit the mattress as Emily entered your cunt once more, her thrusts more forceful and frequent as she pounded into you, "daddy's handsome isn't she angel? Tell daddy how good she looks using you like a common whore" she panted. "Daddy daddy fuck so good I cum? Need to" you mewled as she simply slipped your leg over her shoulder to hit a deeper angle. "Cum angel. Drench my dick in your cum. Make it drip down your thighs like a good girl" she murmured keeping up her rhythm. "Daddy daddy can't too much please" you whined only to be hushed by her hand resting on your stomach, thumb toying with your sensitive clit. "One more angel, one more for daddy. Want you to take my cum angel, wanna breed you baby. You'd like that huh? Breeding my good little whore, feeding my cum slut hmm?" She panted getting closer to the edge spurred on by her words and the sinful sounds you made.

You both fell over that edge together. Working your way back down, "angel?" She panted carefully slipping from your core, "baby?" You lulled your head to the side, blissfully fucked out of your mind,"mmm?" Was all you could manage in response. "Wanna say that again to daddy?" She murmured kissing your cheek and chuckling at your confused expression. "Poor baby daddy did a good job huh?" To which you nodded and outstretched your arms doing those little grabby hands often seen with toddlers. "Okay baby daddy's coming just need to clean my best girl up. You did so so good for me Angel. Daddy's so proud of her girl" she murmured to you quickly cleaning you and managing to curl back into bed ridding herself of the strap and holding you. Truly you looked breathtaking fucked out of your mind, the amount of love Emily held for you was something she never thought she was capable of. But with you anything was possible. Every goal, Emily would reach it with you by her side.

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[arminsumi]

Hello! I’m back with more of Dad!Eren. Can I request a fluffy one-shot or drabble of Eren having skin to skin contact with his newborn baby after having a bath together and having their father and baby time including Eren reading a storybook to his newborn. Then Y/N comes in to check in on Eren only to find him passed out with the baby and pulls the blanket over him to prevent his naked body from getting cold before leaving to continue her chores? Thank you! - 🌻

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍼 ꒱ BEDTIME

Eren x fem!reader

Overview; just Eren being the cutest dad 🥺 Contents; fluff Warnings; slight nudity Note; hey my sunflower! sorry for sitting on this for so long, but i hope you like it 💕

Eren sighs as he disentangles his baby's tiny hands from his wet hair. "No, no, papa's hair is not a snack." He says as the baby begins feeding strands of hair into its mouth.

The windows are steamed up, the air thick and shampoo-scented. Eren leads out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, his pretty green eyes looking as tired as they always are.

When he snuggles up into bundles of blankets with his baby, Eren reads to it the little book that he himself used to read as a kid. Except, of course, he never used to eat the corners.

"You're not supposed to eat the book." Eren smiles, putting the corner out of reach of the baby's nibbling mouth. "What a menace." he thinks to himself, pressing a kiss to his little joy.

He can see your features in his baby, and that makes him so incredibly happy. As he analyzes these features, the baby falls asleep and Eren dozes off himself. That was something you always envied about Eren, he put meaning to the phrase 'falling asleep like a baby'.

When the hour crawls close to eleven, you pop into the bedroom to check on them. "Eren?" you call him softly, but he's snoozing off with the baby snuggled up to his warm chest which rises and falls peacefully.

You come over and take the book from his lax grip, your eyes roaming over the contours of his chest and taking in his physique. Of course he looks good when sleeping, of course.

But he also always looks so peaceful when he sleeps. A hand propping up his head, cheek smushed, completely docile and nearly angelic in the dim nightlight's moony hue.

You smile at him, now pulling up a blanket over his body. His hair strands fall over his face artistically, so you leave them be instead of brush them away.

He's just so beautiful, you have to give his cheek a warm kiss. Giving a glance to the baby, you admire it's chubby, rosy cheeks, and the little hand holding tightly onto a bunch of it's dad's brown hair.