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[yueliie]

𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 🎐

I created some fun questions for your selfships! please do reblog and remember to have fun!

🍧 — if you has to put a label on your relationship with f/o, childhood sweetheart? married? tell me!

🔥 — who gets jealous easier?

💋 — if you two were a romance trope, what would it be?

🎂 — how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

🧊 — who sings in the shower?

🔮 — who is more protective?

🩰 — who is the better dancer?

🎈— what is your most precious memory with them?

🐇 — what kind of pet do you think you could raise together with them?

💍— what is their view on marriage?

🎀 — do you have any matching clothes with them? If so, what does it look like?

🧸— favourite gifts from each other?

🌱 — how do you make up with each other after an argument?

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

❄️ — how would you spend Christmas with them?

🎃 — what is your Halloween costume? Do they match with your f/o?

🌠 — if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?

📸 — do you have any photos of your f/o? do you use it as your wallpaper?

🫕 — camping together seems fun, who cooks and who set up the tent?

🍝 — do you two share your foods with each other? have you try feeding them yourself?

🔪 — if they were a yandere, would you still love them?

💄— what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

💎 — if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?

🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?

🌹— if the roles were reversed, your f/o selfship themselves with you, would you two still be obsessed with each other as usual or stronger?

🍒 — what would your contact names be for each other?

🏷️ — what is you and your f/o's ship name? how did you decide on that name?

⏳ — if you or your f/o travel back in time, is there anything that you want to change in your relationship? maybe some regrets for your actions towards the other in the past?

[sweetpascal]

omg looove this idea!! hmm, perhaps prompt 7 from list 3? with our boy frankie?? 🥵 only if such a pairing tickles your fancy, of course!

main prompts post

#7 from prompt list no. 3

⤷ finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 

oh absoLUTELY this tickles my fancy. call me a pescatarian cause i love me some Catfish (ew that was such a bad joke, i even made myself cringe. please ignore that dad joke.) 😭

pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader

— summary: when dancing on your husband accidentally makes him pop a boner, frankie takes it upon himself to drag the two of you away to relieve that stress.

— warnings: husband + wife trope. hatless frankie. frisky dancing. groping. heavy make out session. no foreplay. spit as lube. standing doggy. size kink. brief daddy kink. sprinkle of mirror sex too hehe.

— wc: 3.2k (i'm surprised i kept it below 5k tbh)

this boink part is inspired by this spicy twitter video ;)

follow @sweetpascal-notifs for future fic updates.

The idea to host a New Year's party was Benny's. Often referred to as the group's golden retriever, he has an innate charm that draws people to him, enabling him to make friends effortlessly. As the youngest among his three friends and blessed with boyish, attractive features, it's no wonder he has numerous friends beyond Santiago, Frankie, and his older brother, Will. He's made acquaintances at the gym, dive bars, and even grocery stores. Benny has a knack for talking his way into and out of situations, often avoiding parking fines and more serious troubles. However, that's not the focus. When Benny organizes a gathering, he spares no expense on food, beverages, music, and decor. New Year's, after all, is a celebration of new beginnings.

There you and your husband, Frankie, were, at the black-and-white masquerade party. You donned a sleek, black silk dress that hugged your figure, featuring a deep back and slender straps, complemented by a delicate pearl necklace resting on your collarbones. Frankie was dressed in his finest black trousers, a snug black t-shirt tucked into them with a belt, and a black blazer. His outfit struck the perfect balance for Benny's theme, being neither too ostentatious nor too simple. Fortunately, masks were provided at the party, so that was one less thing to consider.

The music was loud, and the atmosphere was lively. You had lost track of the others some time ago, but Frankie remained by your side, steadfast as glue to paper. Aware that parties weren't really his scene, especially considering his age and dislike for crowded spaces, you found a quiet corner. Gently pulling on his hand, you guided him to stand against the wall. The bass pulsed through you, a constant presence. Your mask concealed your forehead, eyes, and nose, leaving only your lips and chin visible. Frankie's mask was a different hue but similar to yours. Despite the strobe lights, it was clear his gaze hadn't strayed from you, not since you left home.

"Are you doing okay?" you asked, loud enough for him to hear, your hands gently gripping his shoulders for balance. Frankie leaned into you, his large hands settling on your hips as he nodded in response to your question and gave a thumbs up. You returned the nod and placed a soft kiss on the bald spot along his jaw.

The sensation of alcohol settling in your body is unmistakable. The buzzing in your veins, the warmth spreading through your chest, and the tingling sensation all over become increasingly pronounced. As the music shifts to a rhythm that's easy to dance to, you find yourself easily moving to the beat. Frankie's hands were still on your hips as you turned in his hold with your back now pressed into his chest. Your eyes closed as you felt yourself getting lost in the music. His crotch was pressed into your backside, and so you leaned forward to put your hands on your knees, arched your back, and began to grind your ass against him to the beat of the music.

You obviously can't hear his reaction, but you can definitely feel it. His hardness is thick against your ass, and you feel it slotting between your cheeks each time you bump and grind against him. It got to a point where a small crowd gathered around you both to cheer you on, even going as far as to record you twerking on your husband. People hooted and hollered. With a beaming, embarrassed smile, you stood up straight and wrapped your arms around Frankie's neck, giggling into his neck as he gave your ass a hearty swat.

"You're fucking killing me," he groans in your ear, the heat of his breath causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. "Let's go."

With a startled yelp, Frankie grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd. You focus on his tall figure and broad shoulders as he makes his way to an unknown destination, deliberately bumping into people blocking his path. Keeping up with his quick pace is a struggle. As he bounds up the stairs two at a time to reach the second floor, your heels come off in the haste.

"Frankie! Slow down, you big lug!" you shout, but it's no use. Whether he's ignoring you on purpose or the music drowns out your voice, he doesn't slow down.

The music had become distant and muffled. As Frankie reached the third floor, the Miller Residence felt almost like a mansion, enveloped in near silence. His large hand remained clamped around your wrist as he frantically opened every door he came across, yet none seemed suitable to enter. The question burning on your lips faded away when he swung open the fifth door, revealing a spotless bathroom. Casting a glance over your shoulder, he guided you inside with a hand at your waist.

"Frankie, what're we doing--"

You're immediately silenced when he yanks off his mask and takes yours off as well, followed by his plump lips frantically kissing your own. Moans are muffled as Frankie pushes you against the sink and starts tugging the straps of your dress down your shoulders until it pools at your feet. Confused and extremely aroused, you realize what exactly he wants and why he wants it. He lets out a husky moan and pulls away from your lips as though he was forced to. A thin string of saliva connecting your lips is wiped away with his thumb. As you glance down at his lips, you can see your lipstick smudged all over him.

"I'm going to fuck you right here, right now," he tells you, and his tone holds no room left for discussion. When Frankie is pleasure-drunk, all coherent thoughts leave his mind. When he's horny horny, the man will fuck you regardless of where you are or what you're doing. Even at his age, your husband's stamina is quite impressive.

He kisses you again as you struggle with his belt. His tongue, warm and so wet, invades your mouth and licks you all over. His teeth bite, nibble, and suck on your tongue and lips. Lewd smacking sounds fill the empty space of the bathroom. It's so wet and frantic and dirty. Spit slides down your chin and Frankie groans huskily as it smears on his own chin.

With fumbling hands, you successfully open his belt and pop open the button of his slacks, frantically sliding down the zipper and shoving your hand inside to stroke his hard cock through his boxers. Frankie moans deeply, hot air puffing across your kiss-swollen lips. Your thumb circles around the tip and you can feel a wet spot through the fabric. The throbbing in your core is nearly painful, so you squeeze your thighs together to try to provide some relief.

"You feel that? You feel what you did to me? Grinding that ass all over my dick and expecting me not to do something," he grits, his eyes black with lust and jaw clenching as your hand tightens around the base of his thickness, stroking up and down and twisting your wrist when you reach the tip.

You have no time to respond as he pulls your hand away from inside his slacks and spins you around with such force that you stumble and catch yourself on the bathroom counter. As you look in the mirror, you realize the extent of your disheveled appearance. Your lipstick is smeared all over your chin, your eyes are half-lidded and glazed over, saliva shining all over your lips. You're a hot mess, all thanks to your horndog of a husband.

One of Frankie's large hands settles into the middle of your back, right between the shoulder blades, and he pushes you down so that you're now bent over the counter. Your body slouches so your left shoulder and the side of your head rests along the wall. Frankie's other hand cups the back of your right thigh, and he grips the meat before lifting your leg up to prop your knee on the edge of the counter. With that same hand, he pulls down his undone slacks and boxers, allowing his cock to spring up. It bobs up and down for a second. Your eyes follow the movement, and you let out a needy little sound that you try to muffle by biting on your thumb. It's no lie that he's well endowed; a delicious eight inches, three fingers thick, veiny with a slight curve, and nicely cut. A dark dusting of hair lays across his pelvis and you crave to lick up the happy trail.

"You're gonna get it, baby, don't worry," Frankie breathes out. He strokes his cock for a few seconds, feeling the throbbing intensify when he glances down and sees your wetness shining in the dim lighting. Your cunt flutters so prettily at him, almost begging for him to stuff it full and make the emptiness go away.

You watch through the mirror as Frankie spits into his palm and uses that to coat his cock. You can see his arm moving up and down as he strokes from base to tip; the wet sounds cause your cheeks to warm. There are only just a few seconds before he slides himself home. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror and steps closer to your backside. He guides himself into your leaking pussy with one slow thrust, allowing you to feel each and every inch he has to offer. Your breath gets caught in your throat and your eyes threaten to roll back into your skull. The positioning of you bent over the counter with your knee hiked up to rest on the edge has him reaching a lot deeper than usual.

"Fuck," Frankie shakily whispers as he looks down between your bodies to watch as your pussy eagerly swallows him up. He positions his left hand at the back of your neck, gripping gently and keeping you pinned against the wall. His other hand grabs onto the crease of your hip, and then he starts to really fuck you.

The first couple of thrusts were slow and deep. The added tightness of no prep beforehand has heat pooling heavily in the pit of both of your stomachs. Desperately trying to hold in your moans, you bite down harder on your thumb. Your hair is no doubt mess from the motions of your body rocking in time with his hips. You look into the mirror and finally let out a wanton moan when you see Frankie completely transfixed on his cock going in and out of your messy pussy. His heavy balls slap against your clit--the position with your leg hiked up causes your pussy lips to spread further apart, which then exposes your swollen clit completely.

"I-I... ohmygod," your words are slurred as you try to speak coherently. Frankie lets out a pleasure hum in your direction, his hips now moving a tad bit faster. Your ass cheeks jiggle from his pelvis smacking against them. The hand on your hip smacks down onto the meat, his thick fingers gripping and grabbing eagerly. "Jus' like that!!"

"Yeah?" he grunts and leans over your slouched body, his lips pressed into the shell of your ear and his hot breath spewing across. "Daddy's hitting it good, isn't he? You take this dick so good, baby. Tell me you love it." He hikes your leg higher until your knee is practically inside the sink bowl. "Tell me how much you love this fuckin' dick." It's like a dam break as he growls the last sentence in your ear and nips your earlobe, being mindful of your dangly pearl earrings.

"Yesyesyes, I-I love it s-so much!!" You whined breathlessly, trying your hardest to tell him clearly just how much your love his cock and how good he's fucking you. As he repositions his stance and widens his legs, he starts to fuck you so hard and so deep that you lose your train of thought. Matter of fact, all thoughts are non-existent, and your brain is just a puddle of mush.

Frankie's breathing stutters when your pussy flutters around his cock. He hunches over and bites down on your shoulder before turning his head to bury his nose right below your ear. His hand around the back of your neck presses you further down as he plows faster into your body. The wet sounds of your dripping cunt, literally leaking all over him, are the only sounds filling the bathroom, aside from his heavy breathing and your squeaks.

"You take it so good, baby," he grunts like an animal, teeth bared, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. He stands up to his full height and yanks your hips a few inches away from the sink, only hiking your leg higher on the counter, your knee nearly pressed into your chest.

"Fuck!" You managed to choke out, no longer able to swallow down your moans as the pressure in your gut tightens more and more. Eyes crossing and toes curling, your free hand--the one not trapped between your head and the wall--reaches out to hold onto the sink faucet. Frankie's cock is hitting you so good, his tip repeatedly punching that one spot that makes you go fucking crazy. "Kee-p go-ing... aaahhh!!... fuuuuuuck!" Your moans have now turned into groaning wails as your husband fucks you faster, harder, deeper, no longer holding back his brute strength.

"I know, baby, I know," Frankie huffs out a laugh that blends into a drawn-out moan. Both hands are now gripping onto your shoulders to pull you back in time with his forceful thrusts. The sopping sounds of his balls slapping against your clit, splattering wetness all over your inner thighs and his, makes his head fall back and his eyes clench shut.

Then, the countdown starts.

From all the way down to the first floor, you can faintly hear the crowd of people yelling out the numbers 45, 44, 43, 42...

Your bleary eyes open and you let out a choked sob when Frankie looks back at you through the mirror. He grinds his cock slow and deep to make your eyes roll right back into your skull. With one hand, he fists a chunk of your hair and towers over your slouched body, resuming the brutal pace he previously set. He tips your head up and uses the hand gripping your hair to shake you back and forth.

"Look at me," he orders, finally using his other hand to reach down and slide beneath your stomach to rub his middle and ring fingers around your clit in tight circles. "You better cum when they get to 1."

Half-lidded eyes meet his own through the mirror. Frankie's neatly styled hair was now a curly mess and falling across his forehead. His kiss-swollen lips were parted and he looks like he's about to fall apart any second.

The crowd chants 33, 32, 31, 30...

"All right, baby, c'mon," he rasps in your ear, grinning in drunken pleasure when your eyebrows tilt upward and you start letting out stuttered gasps. The rhythmic flutter of your pussy starts increasing when he rubs your needy clit up and down rather than in a circular motion. "Almost there..."

25, 24, 23, 22...

Frankie stands up straight for the last time and finally plows in and out of your soaking cunt, completely ravishing you and taking what you have no other choice but to give him in your pleasure-drunk state. The coiling gets tighter, damn near unbearable. It starts in the pit of your stomach and travels in opposite directions, going all the way to your inner thighs and to the tips of your toes and traveling up to the hardened nubs of your nipples.

18, 17, 16, 15...

"Give it to me, honey," Frankie is starting to lose control, his pace sloppy and his cock throbbing relentlessly as his heavy balls start to tighten. "You can do it, baby. Oooohh shit!! C'mon now. Do it for--fuucckk--me."

The hand at the back of your neck travels down your sweaty spine and clamps down on your hip to fuck into you. He smacks your ass and grunts heavily at the jiggle. He smacks your ass again, forcing a breathy wail from your bitten lips. He looks into the mirror and sees the expression on your face that tells him you're right on the edge. Your face is prettily scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed and lips forming a perfect O. Your hand desperately clings onto his wrist at your hip as you get onto your tiptoes. Your thighs begin to shake on their own and your vision becomes blurry.

9, 8, 7, 6...

"Ohmygod... ohmygod... ri-ight there!! Frankieee!!" Tongue feeling so thick in your mouth, you bite down on your bottom lip and fall completely flat with your chest firmly pressed onto the counter. Your hand smacks onto the mirror, sweaty fingerprints smudging the clean glass. "Ahh!! Aaahhh!!"

3, 2, 1...

"FUUUUUCK!!" You and Frankie simultaneously shouted at the top of your lungs as you came at the same time. Your swollen, ribbed walls contracted around his cock, sucking his cum straight from the tip and having him shoot it so deep in your cervix. The power of your orgasm has you spasming uncontrollably, your hand sliding down the mirror and frantically grabbing onto the faucet again. Wetness leaks down your inner thighs, no doubt being a mixture of yours and Frankie's combined cum. You can still feel his cock throbbing as his cock weakly shoots out the last bit of his seed.

There are a few seconds of silence as the two of you try to catch your breath. Your hair is a disheveled mess and covers the side of your face as you rest your head on the counter, still trying to keep your tremors under control. Your body is sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. Frankie's still clothed body is hunched over your back, his warmth burning through his clothes and layering onto your exposed skin. It was comforting, his natural heat and the weight of his body.

He stays inside of you, allowing himself to get soft as he finds comfort in the wetness and warmth of your pussy. There are still small flutters from the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Frankie lets out a deep chuckle and kisses your bare shoulder gently, trailing his kisses up your neck and finally laying one on your earlobe.

"Happy New Year," he murmurs, gently brushing your hair aside. A weary smile graces your lips, and a soft giggle escapes you. Below, the party picks up again, ringing in the new year with jubilation.

With a slight turn of your head, you plant a sweet kiss on his lips, followed by a light peck on the tip of his nose. "Happy New Year, Francisco," you whisper. Your gazes lock for a moment before he leans in for another gentle, lingering kiss.

A knock at the door breaks you two apart before Benny's voice echos through the wood, "When you two are done fucking in the guest bathroom, come downstairs and have some cake."

[hiddencircus]

DIASOMNIA ICONS! | for my event !

day 1: randomly generated color pallete or a character's opposite color pallete likes & reblogs are appreciated! | reblog if use

heres the pallete i got !! :] i Almost did shiho because. green but i have been so twst brained that i edited them instead <3

[starsinthenigth]

★errgg, thinking— thinking about:

Giants not having a stable hold on tinies.

Y'know.

— |☆| Giants that have butter fingers.

— |☆| Giants that cannot be trusted with holding tinies, not because they have malicious intentions, but rather because they have clumsy hands and they could drop their little companion.

— |☆| Giants that tend to be forgetful of how good of a grip they need to have while having having a tiny in their grasp.

— |☆| Or maybe, even giants teasing tinies by parting their fingers and loosening their grip just so that the tiny panics about potentially slipping from the giant's hands and plummeting onto the ground.

Guys. Guys I'm normal here, I swear. I promise— .★

[ipetite69]

ᯓ★ rafe's gf who's obsessed with the color blue.

for @winterrrnight <3

[eph3merall]

i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing and was wondering if you could make a fic or blurb of dealer!chris based on the song hotel by montell fish please 😊

hi lovey, thank u so much !!! ive actually never written something based off a song before so constructive criticism is always welcome for these prompts. had a few ideas for this but i ran with this one. let me know if this was okay/if u arent the biggest fan of my writing like this :)

cw ; small lil mentions of drugs

not proofread ...

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris' hands roam your body, the same expert fingers you saw just earlier rolling a few joints. adorned in rings that are cold to your skin, they tug at your hair as little huffs come from his lips with every little kiss passed between the two of you. stumbling feet tripping over one another, hastily removing any articles of clothing the both of you deem to be in the way.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

his hips snap forwards, rough hands gripping the underside of your thighs. the burn in your muscles is starting to become unbearable in the squished position you two are in, but the way chris shoves himself down to the hilt back inside you with each deep thrust compensates for it. your neck is littered with hickeys and small little bruises as you take in gasping breaths of air. the scent of weed is heavily noticeable on chris.

—

this hotel room,

you put me in, my love.

ohh, i, i love you.

you know me, girl,

better than i know myself, my love.

hotel hell.

ooh, you.

—

you lost track of how many rounds chris has gone, if it's even been more than a few. his dick is cramming itself inside your cunt, stuffed full of his cum already. bits of it leak down from your hole, a milky white ring formed around his cock from how you were suctioning him in. his tip hit those spots deep inside your own fingers aren't able to reach, making your head spin.

—

when i met you in that hotel room,

i could tell that you were so bad news.

but i keep messin' with ya, messin' with ya,

and now you're messin' with me, messin' with me.

—

chris sinks his fingers deep in you, the same ones you saw earlier place a pill on a pretty girl's tongue. the same long fingers you eyed sorting crisp bills curled inside you, a long moan coming from your lips which only prompted a groan from the dealer. his eyes were heavy as he watched your pussy suck his fingers in, feeling your gummy walls clench around his digits. maybe it's his way of repaying you, after you drooled around his cock so prettily earlier.

—

i keep goin' back to this hotel room,

i just don't know what the hell to just tell you.

but i love messin' with ya, messin' with you,

girl, are you messin' with me, messin' with me?

—

it was just a one night stand. there wasn't much going on besides sex, the aftercare chris gave you was incredibly underwhelming—if it could even be called that. chris made you cum. you made chris cum. it wasn't exactly intimate. not like you were clasping hands with him, intertwining your fingers sensually. it wasn't like there were any soft-spoken words uttered that night. a singular "i love you" had fallen from the dealer's lips, except not in the way a man would tell her girlfriend or wife. it wasn't sweet or soft, there wasn't much of anything besides lust.

—

©eph3merall 2024

[atomicbonk]

𖦹 . . . ATOMICBONK’s 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT !!

𖦹 . . . RULES/INFO

you must complete at least 4 of the prompts to be counted!

entries can be anything! psds, moodboards, graphics, etc

the event starts on oct 1st and lasts for 9 days!

@ me in your posts and use the tag #atomicbonk100 to make sure i see your entries!

𖦹 . . . PRIZES

first place : three graphics, a layout with replycons, and a stimboard

second place : two graphics and a layout

third place : a graphic, layout, or stimboard

𖦹 . . . PROMPTS

day one ; an edit of your favorite rarepair

day two ; an edit for one of your mutuals’ favorite character

day three ; an edit of something that makes you nostalgic

day four ; an edit of your favorite fictional friendship

day five ; an edit in rainbow !!

day six ; an edit of your favorite fictional siblings

day seven ; free day !!

𖦹 . . . feel free to ask questions about the event ! good luck !

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[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

day 4: first potion class disaster

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

summery: Fred’s sense of humor makes him the perfect person to cause a potions class mishap.

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The dungeons smelled faintly of burnt herbs, a scent that usually warned you of potential trouble. And today, that trouble sat directly beside you—Fred Weasley, twirling his wand like he was preparing for a Quidditch match instead of brewing a complex potion.

“You ready for this, love?” Fred whispered with a grin, nudging your arm. “We’re about to make history. Or at least a giant mess.”

You glanced warily at the bubbling cauldron in front of you. It was supposed to be a simple Draught of Living Death, but with Fred as your partner, nothing stayed simple for long.

“Fred, if you even think about messing this up—” you began, but he held up a finger, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Relax! It’ll be fine. I’m practically a potions master," he teased, adding a handful of ingredients without so much as a glance at the instructions.

Your eyes widened. "Fred, that wasn’t—"

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud pop came from the cauldron, and thick purple smoke started rising from it, spreading quickly throughout the room. The potion bubbled furiously, spilling over the edge, and students nearby scrambled to get away.

“Oops,” Fred muttered, clearly trying not to laugh, even as Professor Snape’s cold eyes zeroed in on the two of you from across the room.

“Mr. Weasley, Miss [Y/L/N],” Snape’s voice sliced through the chaos. “If you’ve finished destroying my classroom, you will clean it up—by hand.”

You groaned softly, glaring at Fred, who simply shrugged, his grin unrelenting.

“At least we’ll be spending some quality time together, right?” he whispered, winking at you as Snape stalked toward your desk.

You couldn't help but smile despite yourself. Fred always had a way of turning disasters into something unforgettable—whether you liked it or not.

[moonswolfie]

EVENT

THIS EVENT IS CONCLUDED!!

Its a mixed bag of quotes and tropes/concepts so i got something for everyone!! Also you can combine two or three if u want😉

Example: Can u write Kuroo + 22 for the event pls? (Gn reader)

opposites attract

royalty au

"What do you mean there's only one bed?!"

"I know I'm your rival, but you look kind of... You know..."

"Hmmm? What was that? Sorry, I couldn't quite understand with my lips on yours."

"Shhh, it'll be okay. Because I'm here, and I'll always be by your side."

Mutual pining

Locked in a room with him

He hates you, or so it seems...

Meeting again after years

Fantasy au

"Practice/work is cancelled, you're more important."

Childhood friends trope

"...I'm not jealous."

"Hmmm? Why did I do that? Because I'm in love with you, duh."

Newlyweds trope

Coffee shop au

Your new classmate is a foreign student from japan...

"You like... me?"

"Nope, we're not leaving till I get my kisses."

Soulmates au

"Tell me that you love me, even if it's a lie."

Musician/popstar au

"MOM?! You're already home?!"

" "Break up"? Sorry, but that isn't an option. You're stuck with me."

You've been having constant dreams about him lately...

You get a sweet letter in your locker one day, and they keep on coming after that, but you have no idea who's writing them...

"You have to be doing that on purpouse. You're driving me mad."

"What if we like... you know... got together? Kissed, maybe? Sorry, I don't know where that came from."

"You forgot your umbrella? I mean, I guess we can share mine."

hopefully these are okay, it's my first time doing an event 😤

Sorry if I take a while on these btw, real life things have been eating away at me so i might take a bit to get to some of em

[yuu-kumeii]

ཐི AU List ཋྀ

Pick and choose the foundation for your scenario! What kind of world do you want to be in?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎1) Actor AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎2) Next Door Neighbors AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎3) Photographer AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎4) Waiter AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎5) Youtuber/Streamer AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎6) Baker AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎7) Rivals AU (Any type)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎8) Mechanic AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎9) Model AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎10) Idol AU (Kpop/Jpop)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎11) Artist AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎12) Detective AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎13) Dancer AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎14) Coworker AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎15) Sports AU (Other than volleyball)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎16) Roommate AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎17) Gardener AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎18) Rich AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎19) College AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎20) Bartender AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎21) Teaching Assistant AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎22) Confession AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎23) Road trip AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎24) Best friend AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎25) Matchmaker AU

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎26) Pet Owners AU

Remember, not all possible AUs are written down in our catalogue! So if there is one that you wish to experience, try mentioning it and maybe our playwright will add it into your request ❣

[potatochip-oc-dump]

Cringetober 2023 Day 4 - Angel x Demon

[incandescentia]

me when I need to throw more Killian @ my moots' muses but he's not the friendliest character nor the nicest...

[starsinthenigth]

★ Okay so, concept ★:

— |★| A giant/human is walking home with a tiny being held as a captive in their pocket. Though once they arrive home and check to see how their new little 'friend' is doing— they are quite baffled to find out that there is nothing in the pocket but a large tear, meaning that the little bugger has somehow managed to claw or bite through the cloth in order to escape their prison of fabric. You can decide wether the giant/human will be on the hunt for the tiny for the xyz reason, or if they just forget about the whole ordeal— only being annoyed at the fact that they have to patch up their pocket or something.

[ipetite69]

ᯓ★ rafe's gf who's obsessed with the color pink.

[stxrslut]

reader sucking rafe off under his desk while he’s playing video games with topper and kelce and there like “dude tf is the slurping noise??”

GAWD DAMN

-🫧 ;)

I feel like he’d just smirk and say something like “oh y’know- prissy princess has a juice box” or some dumb shit like that — topper n kelce would be like 😐 bro get a room

[improbable-outset]

★ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴

Ohhh we’re getting spicier now 👀 As always, minors DNI🔞. Please have an age in your bio before following. Some of these are recycled and reused in my other previous smut prompts, I just love them so much :3

˃ ❝Well, look who came crawling back.❞

˃ ❝Are you that excited to see me?❞

˃ ❝Shit, if you moan my name like that one more time-❞

˃ ❝You’re quite good at this.❞/ ❝And you’re entirely average.❞

˃ ❝This is only a stress relief, nothing more.❞

˃ ❝Oh really? Well your soaked panties say otherwise.❞

˃ ❝Why have you gone so quiet now?❞

˃ ❝Go fuck yourself!❞ / ❝Why don’t you come here and do it for me, coward.❞

˃ ❝You weren’t so quiet last night when you cried out my name.❞

˃ ❝Oh fuck do that again!❞ / ❝With pleasure…❞

˃ ❝It’s hard to hate you when you’re under me like this, submissive and breathless. Gorgeous sight really.❞

˃ ❝Are you getting aroused by this?❞

˃ ❝Keep your voice down, do you want people to catch us like this?❞

˃ ❝It’s much more fun getting you all pent up like this.❞

˃ ❝You weren’t supposed to hear that.❞

˃ ❝I’m hard/wet.❞ / ❝Sounds like a personal problem.❞

˃ ❝You could use those fingers for something useful like playing the piano.❞ / ❝Oh? But they look so gorgeous around your folds.❞

˃ ❝So are you going to bend me over or am I going to have to do it myself?❞

˃ ❝I can’t tell if I want to fight you or fuck you.❞

˃ ❝Stop with the sass mouth. I know you want me.❞

˃ ❝If you don’t shut your mouth, I will handcuff you onto this bed.❞