#‘…🤨’ i was skeptic

[hymnoeides]

Do you fw vikjayce

No ghey make my stomach hurt

[bloogers-boogers]

*Adam and Abel dress like slutty rabbits*

Lucifer and Cain: *drooling*

Cain *suddenly suspicious*: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!

Lucifer: My husband! Who are you looking at?

Cain: dude. That’s my fucking dad?!

[milesworld96]

A man can only dream of Goth Jey Uso💔💜, I wished I lived in a reality where it happened

Also can we talk about how good they look here? Mad cute bro wtff🥰🥰🥰🥰

[moreaujeans]

bro 😭

[camryn-haitani]

My favorite girl

Bang Chan x Camgirl!Reader

credits to the girls in the pics^^

chan has been very frustrated, from overworking himself and sexually. with producing stray kids new album to taking care of his band mates. changbin notices that chan has been snapping a lot and very easily, so he does what every good friend does and shows chan his favorite camgirl <3

TW: SMUT, chan isn’t an idol but he’s stray kids music producer, cursing, dirty talk, subby chan, dom reader, chan is called channie multiple times, changbin jokes about sucking off chan, masturbating (both you and him), toy use (fem receiving), squirting, videoing (you video yourself), name calling (mommy, doll, darling), panty fucking, cumming on your bra

ugh i love camgirl fics 🫶🏻

pt. 2???

“han, you’ve got to get this right. we’ve been at this for over 30 minutes.” chan pinches the bridge of his nose. of course, han feels horrible that he can’t reach the pitch, but he burys his feelings and puts on a smile. “you got it, captain.” he salutes.

after a few more attempts, han finally reaches his right pitch which causes him to have a lil celebration. chan, however, has hours of more work to do while the others are free to do whatever their heart desires. binnie sees that he’s stuck here for hours on end with no breaks and his stomach only filled with monster energy drinks, so he stays with chan to help with the seemingly endless amount of work.

the studio is dead silent only filled with the clicks of computer mouse’s, keyboard clacks every so often and phone vibrations of their phones from text messages and other non important notifications.

*brrt* chan glances at his phone but pays no attention to what the notification was for. changbin fake gasps and puts a hand on his chest, clutching his non existent pearls. he pushes chans chair a lil rough to get his attention. “hm?” chan doesn’t even look up from his monitor. “how dare you not read my message.” binnie acts hurt. “dude, you’re right next to me. why did you text me?” he says

changbin sighs and motions his eyes to the camera the studio office has. of course it’s for safety reasons but chan thinks it’s stupid. it’s a private office space, why need a camera? chan rolls his eyes and pick up his phone.

changbinnie: dude are you doin ok?

Me: not one bit my guy

Me: stress is getting to me

changbinnie: would you like some help?

chan slowly looks up at binnie with this weirded out look. binnie looks confused until he reread the message he sent. his eyes widened when he realized what it sounded like he was saying.

changbinnie: DAWG NO NOT LIKE THAT

changbinnie: IM NKT OFFERING TO SUCK YOU OFF

Me: you sure made it sound like you were 🤨

changbinnie: i mean…👀👀

changbinnie: I’M JOKING

Me: uh huh sure you are

changbinnie: ANYWAY

changbinnie: what i’m saying is do you want me to send you a link that helps me when i’m stressed

chan looks back up at changbin with skeptical eyes, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. binnie raises his eyebrows and giving a ‘do you want it or not’ look. chan thinks about his decision for a couple seconds before responding

Me: gimme the link

changbinnie: i knew you’d say yes, which is why it’s already copied on my keyboard

changbinnie: ww.y/nnie.cam

Me: what is this

changbinnie: don’t open it now, wait until you’re in your room

Me: if this gives me a virus, i’m beating your ass

changbinnie: 😮

changbinnie: go home and i’ll finish the rest

chan looks at him mouthing ‘are you sure?’ as changbin nods. “trust me, bro. you’re gonna wanna watch it.” binnie reassures. chan packs up his stuff and heads out.

the entire drive home, his head filled with thoughts of ‘what if this doesn’t work?’ ‘what am i gonna do?’ ‘if he gives my phone a virus i swear to god.’

he arrives home and sets all of his stuff down. the excitement mixed with nervousness fills his stomach. he scrolls back through his and binnies messages to find the link. he sets his phone on his nightstand and lays down on his bed. chan takes a couple breaths to calm his nerves and finally clicks on your link.

his eyes feast on your swollen clit, puffy and red from your previous orgasms. sweet and delicious moans spill from your lips, dark and purple from your lipstick, a black bullet vibrator pressed against your overstimulated hole, pushing in and out ever so slowly.

chans cock is painfully pressed against his jeans. he quickly unbuttons them and pushes them down to his lower thighs, palming his achy cock through his underwear. he moves his palm the same pace with your vibrator. his fingers fumble with his keyboard, shaking from lust.

user8274748829 tipped $5

user8274748829: go faster

your eyes flicker to the screen when you heard the *ping* sound of the money coming in. you giggle between your moans. “only if you say please.” your eyes roll back with the thought of someone begging on their knees for you.

user8274748829 tipped $15 dollars

user8274748829: please darling

user8274748829: i need it

that comment sent you over the edge. the thought of someone groveling at your feet, willing to do whatever you wanted. your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting your viewers to have a good view as you came. your slick coating the black bullet, leaving it creamy, white, and shiny.

chans boxers long discarded in the floor, leaking tip helping him coat his cock, high pitched whines fall from his pink and pretty lips. his orgasm crashing down on him, thighs clenching, head thrown back, and his hand furiously fisting his cock.

out of breath, you find your last bit of energy to say your goodbyes until next stream. your cute hands waving your finger bye bye.

chans screen displayed a “see you next time” screen with your previously streamed videos, and of course he was going to binge watch every. single. one. of them because he can’t leave his still hard and throbbing cock so pitiful and red.

he soon realized that he needed an account to see your other videos and he’s never been so quick to sign up for anything but this.

after his lil binge session, he grabs tissues and wipes up the puddles of his cum from his thighs, stomach, and even his chest. chan grabs his phone again and opens messages.

Me: thank you so much bro

changbinnie: what’d i tell you man

changbinnie: she’s an absolute angel

changbinnie: and an even prettier pussy

Me: can’t lie about that

chan single handedly thinks you’ve ruined all other women for him. he can’t get enough of you. your voice, calling him a good boy, your hands, the way they cutely held your dildo as you punish your cunt with it, your eyes, how they look into the camera feeling as if you were looking directly into chans own eyes. he can’t get enough of you, he needs to feel you, to hear you, to see you touch him, pump his cock, fuck your gorgeous pussy. even if this is the first time he’s ever seeing you, he desperately needs you.

over the span of a few weeks, chan has joined every live, tipped ridiculous amount of money, and has even won a couple prizes for being first in your little contests. he has your panties from the first ever live he joined to your favorite bra that he cums on just about every other day.

this particular livestream would change chans world.

as soon as your notification popped upon his phone, he jumped up from the couch of the practice studio and runs home, leaving the members confused as changbin gives him a knowing look when he runs out the door.

you start off by holding a poll to see what your viewers want to see this time. you know your viewers by now and of course you put their favorite option on there which was ‘fucking my biggest dildo with a vibrator to my clit<3’. your viewers loved to see you squirm and writhing with pleasure.

you already knew which option was going to win so you went ahead and pulled your dildo out and started to apply lube to the tip, letting the globs roll down the shaft. as you wait for your vibrator to charge since you forgot to charge it, you start to prep yourself. pulling your panties up creating friction on your clit as you rub between your panties. just thinking about the stretch of your biggest dildo, it makes you drip with excitement.

chan is already stiff in his sweats when he practically pounces on his bed and rips them off. his eyes focusing the way your pussy tightens. he no longer fumbles with his keyboard to type in chat because he’s done it so many times.

channieroo tipped $170!

channieroo: god i’ve missed you all day doll

you love seeing his name pop up in your chat. he’s your favorite after all. ever since he changed his user to channieroo, you knew it was him when he said please for the first time. he’s not your favorite because of the large amount of money he gives you, no no no. he’s your favorite because no one’s ever praised you like channie does.

“hi channie, i’ve missed you more. always loo-… looking for your name.” you stutter when you realize that your favorite viewer is here and has a full display of your dripping pussy.

chan moans with delight when you call him out. he feels so special when you call him ‘channie’. your panties that he won in that contest is tangled around his base, making it seem like your pretty pussy is wrapped around his cock.

the beeping of your vibrator brings you back from your lust covered mind. you quickly grab it as you spread the drops of lube on your silicone cock.

you know this is wrong but you imagine it was channies cock instead of it being a silicone one. you’ve never seen him before but you let your imagination run wild with how he looks.

you swipe a drop of lube and spread it on you pussy lips and quivering hole. chans eyes locked on to you as you take you panties off and line yourself up with the bulbous tip of your dildo. chan creates a fist and simulates as if your cunt was lowering down onto his tip. you both sigh of relief as the feelings of being stretched out and wrapping his hand tightly around his cock, thinking it was each other instead of doing it y’all’s selves.

you stop going down when you’re feeling so so full, but then you hear that sound.

channieroo tipped $200!

channieroo: you can take it mommy

channieroo: please sink down on that cock for me

the tip kissing your cervix so roughly and so harshly but channies words soothe that pain. you vigorously nod your head as your moans continue to pitch up the further you make the dildo disappear inside you.

chan teases his tip with swipes of his thumb, rolling out the beads of his pre-cum over his tip. you grab your favorite vibe and press it to your clit, trying to make it easier to take your dildo.

“chan-.. chat… how pretty do i look right now?” you bat your eyelashes as your eyes gloss with tears. the overwhelming sounds of *pings* as your chat sends you loads of money and praises of how pretty you are but you’re only looking for a certain one.

chan thought his ears were deceiving him. ‘was she about to say my name?’ his heart pounds in his ears. he gets excited but then it goes away. ‘i was probably hearing things…’ he thought to himself.

it’s been a couple minutes and the notifications went down but they’re still coming in. you don’t see channie name and it makes you sad.

channieroo tipped $800!

channieroo: mommy you look so gorgeous

channieroo: sound so lovely, please keep going

channieroo: i’m so close mommy

your heart swells with the text on your screen. ‘that’s the biggest he’s ever donated’ you’re surprised. his words encourage you to keep sinking down. with the help of the vibrator, you finally reach the base of your pretty purple cock. it takes you a couple minutes to regain yourself to start bouncing.

channieroo tipped $950!

channieroo: come on mommy

channieroo: you’re taking it so well

channieroo: you can do it mommy please

your eyes roll at the thought of bouncing on channies cock. ‘i bet it’s so pretty and pink’ you say to yourself.

chans fisting his cock so angrily, waiting for you to start moving and hear your delicious moans. he sees you lift yourself up and drop back down to the base. “yes mommy. yes yes yes yes keep going. you feel so good.” he tells himself. he wishes it were you, god you’d look so beautiful above him, tits jumping up and down with every move. god he could cum right now, but he’s patient and obedient, so he waits for you.

with the constant pressure of your vibe and the fat tip of your dildo kissing your cervix, you’re not going to last long. you’re lovely eyes stare right into the camera, “chat… can i cum..? please, i’ve been such a good girl.”

once again, the money starts flowing in and then he sends a chat.

channieroo tipped $1,000!

channieroo: cum with me mommy

channieroo: wanna feel you wrapped around me

channieroo: wanna fill you up

channieroo: please

that’s what does it. the image of chan fucking into your pussy as he called you mommy has you clench so tightly that you think you’ll tear your toy.

chan chases his orgasm with chants of ‘mommy please’ string from his lips. both of your breathing is rugged and shaky. your head falling low with hair covering your face.

you regain your composure and lift your head back up. “thank… you… for coming to…. todays stream.” you pause. you weakly wave bye bye and end stream.

chan looks at the ceiling, baffled, still thinking you said his name. what snaps him out of his trance was the *brrt* of his phone. he picks it up and immediately almost drops it.

y/nnie: hi channieroo <3

[blueblossomrose]

Pleaseeeee I wanna see more on leona from the parent thing 🥺

Course! Here we go!

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, Leona being a tired dad, fem!afab!mc, fluffy.

Art is not mine.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Being a father was never something that really crossed his mind. Dealing with Cheka, and his own childhood problems, made him skeptical about the idea.

MC kind of knew about it, but she was ready to tell him anyway.

Leona was surprised and at the same time not. He wouldn't verbalize about it, but after the wedding, his mind turned to children for the first time.

He wouldn't say it was a desire to have children, but more like a concept, imagination.

Well, now he didn't have to imagine anymore.

In the first few months, he's sounds neutral. He doesn't hate it, but he has confused mixed feelings about it.

He doesn't feel the huge appeal, and deep down that makes him angry and sad.

Because he knows he's probably not making you feel safe, because he knows he is behaving exactly like his own parents, ignorants of love.

He refuses to ask Farena anything at first, but it gets to a point where he's so upset that he ends up venting to him.

Farena was straightforward in pointing out that Leona doesn't need to force himself to be something he's not. That he doesn't need to doubt his own emotions because of other people's emotions.

And after this conversation, he goes to talk to MC. She, despite being slightly confused too, didn't crucify him for it. Leona continued to protect her with all his might throughout her pregnancy.

When MC's belly grows and he feels the first kick, his mental confusion worsened, conflicting feelings hitting each other, and even though he still seemed indifferent... there was something between and MC notice.

When he held the babies in his arms for the first time, however... his gaze, which had been different, changed completely.

He loved those children. There was no way he could hate them.

He was: "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to them."

And MC was: "I know 😊"

He is a tired father, as expected of him. Yet, he's doing well there.

One of the common scenes is him lying on your lap while you fold clothes or do some other activity, and your children on top of him, pulling his ears and tail while he sleeps.

When they are babies, Leona is ok to stay up with them while MC sleeps. He understands how tiring it is. Plus, he likes to feel important when he sees that the little ones fall asleep more easily when they are in his arms.

Many times you wake up with the babies on top of you because Leona put them in bed to sleep with you two.

As the babies grow, you notice more clearly how docile Leona is with his daughter.

As if anything Zuri asked for, Leona would give it to her.

He would play with her dolls wearing a pink dress if she asked.

Which honestly wouldn't be impossible for her to ask for. Zuri is very demanding.

Totally different from Zayne and Sekani. Zayne is calmer, really quiet. Sekani is a shy, very sweet boy, and slightly fearful...

Zayne enjoys playing board games even at a young age. Leona doesn't mind playing with him often. It's pretty funny when sometimes he ends up losing and looks at his 6 year old son like this: 🤨

He compliments Zayne anyway.

Sekani is undeniably more attached to his mother, since he is the type of child who likes to be pampered with affection and MC is always holding him in her arms.

But Leona also showers him with affection (in a more discreet way), so he enjoys being with his father as well. Leona makes him feel safe, so whenever he is scared, Sekani runs to his father.

Despite sometimes complaining, Leona spends a lot of time with them. A lot of time. MC soon realizes that it is him giving his children the affection and attention that he did not receive.

Also, Cheka joins his cousins to go and bother his uncle. He loves having someone to play with now!

Leona having his three children and nephew glued to him 24 hours a day. Okay, maybe I exaggerated. 8 hours a day.

MC often joins in on the fun. When playing tag, Leona is usually quick to catch her because he knows where she usually hides. He will jump on you without mercy and probably scare you, but he will quickly make you laugh with involuntary tickles.

Leona finds the kids easily. And the kids can find you easily when it's their turn. Hide and seek with beastmen is no fun.

At the end of the day, Leona watches you sleeping in his arms along with the children... and he thinks that love and being loved like that isn't bad at all.

[maxlarens]

perhaps bsf!reader and ibiza!lando in a sitch where like, lando isn’t getting girls in the clurb bc everyone thinks reader is his girlfriend and he ends up pushing her away????????

-🧃

perfect and beautiful thank you!!! i feel like it’s been five hundred years since i wrote or posted anything, i sooo hope u guys enjoy this! not much lando when i read it back but i guess i had some emotions to hash out here?🤨

There's a certain level of willingness to be observed that you have to subject yourself to in being Lando’s friend. You know that full well. Have been more than aware of it in the past few years, as Lando performs better, becomes more and more known.

You’re used to it for the most part.

The wandering eyes that slide right off you and Fewtrell, to instead favour Lando’s head of dark curls. The skeptical ones that linger, wondering what someone like you is doing around someone like him.

At least you have Max to commiserate with. To share that pulse of shame that beats like a second heartbeat occasionally. To remind yourself that Lando is your friend, not some burning star whose wreckage you’re caught in.

You’d never want him to feel like his success is a burden, or that it’s not always the easiest thing in the world to be his friend. That’s not really the case anyway— you’ve never had a friendship like the one you have with him. Max might be a close second, but it’s not the same. Point is, you’d move heaven and earth just to continue being friends with Lando.

It’s just— the eyes—

There are a lot of them on you here.

Appraising (but never of you independently, always in relation to Lando. You can tell), skeptical, jealous, bitter, even pitying. You think it must have something to do with Lando and the way he’s got his arm slung over your shoulder. The way you’re leaning into him as he bops to the beat of the music. The way you’re holding his drink in your hand, lifting it up for him occasionally so he can gesticulate in his conversation with some friend of his that you’re only vaguely acquainted with.

You feel the eyes on you as you half listen to them chat. Something dislodges, seems to wriggle around under your skin, or settles in the pit in your stomach and gnaws. Anxiety, something like it. Shame again perhaps? You just know Lando’s arm feels heavy. Your clothes don’t fit right, on your body or in this club. You’re suddenly sure that you’re an imposter, a fraud.

You look for Max, eyes darting around but only find unfamiliar faces looking back at you.

It’s not that your chest starts to feel tight or anything like that, it’s just that out of nowhere there seem to be one million ants crawling around inside your body. You take a deep, steadying breath and it burns. The back of your neck seems to give way, your head spinning.

You blink hard, bring yourself back.

You duck out from under Lando’s arm and mutter, “Be back soon. Bathroom.”

Lando nods absently, lets his arm drop back to his side. You’re not sure what to do with your drink or his, he doesn’t seem to care. So you drop them on an empty bar table and flee to the toilets.

They’re semi-private, dark and (best of all) quiet. Apparently soundproofed from the club outside of it, there’s some crackling lo-fi playing on low volume and blissfully no one else seems to be in here with you.

Because it’s apparently a bathroom for the upper-echelon, there’s a plush armchair in the lounge section that you immediately collapse into. You shove your face into the cushions and breathe slow until your heartbeat returns to what feels like an appropriate pace.

You pull out your phone to text Max,

Ever reliable and always understanding, Max talks you down from the proverbial ledge. He convinces you to go back out and to talk to Lando, who’s always been able to kill the nervousness in your gut when he puts his mind to it. If that fails, then Max promises to order you a taxi back to the hotel.

You thank him profusely, apologise for interrupting anything he was doing with Pietra and gather yourself as effectively as you can��

(“Hey. Is she your girlfriend, man?”

Obtuse as ever, Lando frowns, eyebrows furrowing with it, “What? Nah, she’s my best mate.”

Tony, tips his head back and laughs, “Doesn’t look like it to me. Are you sure?”

Lando nods, crease creasing even harder, “Definitely.”

“Dunno mate, you’re all cozy with ‘er,” Tony shrugs, “If you’re looking to get some this weekend you might want to dial it back.”)

—and back into the crowd.

You fight through to the booth where Lando, his friend and a few others, that you’re again, only tangentially acquainted with are. Lando has moved to sit down on a couch, still wrapped up in conversation with the same guy. He’s got another drink.

You’re half-expecting him to hand a vodka soda with lime to you when you sit down next to him. You feel a confusing mix of guilt and upset when he doesn’t, only barely turns his head to acknowledge you. You sit for a moment, adjusting your dress your bag. Not needing him to stop talking altogether, but hoping to be brought into the conversation. Even for Lando to move so you’re not just staring at his back.

Okay, you blink, maybe this is on you? Maybe you shouldn’t expect drinks from him like that, maybe you should be grown up enough to know how to enter a conversation. Maybe you shouldn’t be sitting here feeling sorry for yourself as you watch him lean over and talk to a girl on the other side of the railing.

You’re ignoring the burning thing in your eyes as you survey the back of Lando’s head and the pretty girl that he’s hanging out of his seat to talk to.

She doesn’t look anything like you.

You feel pathetic just watching them. Especially when her eyes flit briefly to you and you offer up a well-meaning smile. It’s a little weak, a little cobbled together but you’re not a bitch. She might be though— she sneers at you. Only for a short moment, when Lando’s not really looking, but you see it nonetheless.

Oh. Alright. That one’s gonna stick with you.

You turn away immediately, blinking quickly, but tears dropping anyway. You pull your phone out, admit defeat and try to at least quell the thing that’s lodged itself in your throat all of a sudden.

You sling your bag back over your body, then reach out to grab at Lando’s shoulder. You squeeze a little, wait for him to turn his attention to you while you press a knuckle not-gently into your eyeball.

He half-turns, looking up at you but holding a hand out to someone who’s talking to him. Still half-listening to them. You frown, feeling confused over anything else. This… isn’t like him. You don’t get it, why isn’t he treating you like he normally is? You’d understand if he wanted to spend time with other people over you, you get that. Why wouldn’t he just say that if that’s what he wanted? Because that’s clearly the case.

You manage to choke out, “I’m gonna head off.”

Eyes glittering and huge in the dancing lights of the club, his mouth parted, he nods up at you in confirmation. Briefly, you make eye contact before he’s being drawn back into conversation by a shout.

“Sure, yeah. See you later,” he says, patting the hand on your shoulder, then dismissing you as he turns away to pay attention to someone else.

You can’t tell if he’s being a total asshole or you’re pathetic. You know what Max would say. And you’re leaning towards the same thing right now— he’d have known. Seen it plain as fucking day in your expression when he’d looked at you. You don’t know what to make of it. You think you just feel sick.

It’s not like you need him to cater to your every whim. You’d just expected a little bit more. At least for him to notice that you’d nearly had a panic attack in the bathroom. At least for him to not go from being totally normal to icing you out all of a sudden—

and you know he’d done it on purpose, intention aside. You know. Because, historically, he’s been no stranger to it. He knows exactly how it feels.

You’re more hurt by that than anything else.

this turned out longer than i expected lol. but yeah, angsty sorry i didn’t prepare u guys😵‍💫 i’ll either write a part two or i’ll write something else for them in ibiza that isn’t so angsty soon!!!!!

[melanchoire]

popular (kinda bimbo) girl ningning asking nerd reader to help her to study for an upcoming exam (but in reality she just want to take her to bed) so you accept to meet up at your place, to ningning that was fantastic bc you lived alone so she arrives with her shortest skirt ever and a button blouse so tight that almost make her tits split out, you swallow hard when you see her, you can’t deny it, the girl is gorgeous and every girl and boy dream… she offers to study on bed to be more “comfortable”, she is already laid on her stomach with her tiny skirt almost showing her ass, you try your best to concentrate but it’s impossible, ningning is gorgeous, after an hour she says you look tense so she offers herself to give you a massage, you are skeptical but accept at the end after she insisted you will like it and it’s a way to be grateful to you for helping her, the touch of her hands makes you wet instantly, she rubbing her clothed pussy on your ass and thighs making soft moans and groans coming out from her lips while you bite your lip to avoid making a sound but when she turns you around to massage your arms and chest it’s when she starts to play with your tits and that’s when she moves more forward with kissing your neck and nipples, taking off your pants and panties to “massage” your pussy bc poor you, you are so tense bc of finals :(( she moves to a drawer looking for more cream or oil and ends up taking a vibrator out of it, you feel ashamed bc she teases you with “awww, you are so cute rewarding yourself after studying huh?” she fucks you with the toy while she licks your clit simultaneously, at the end you ended up rubbing your clits and eating each others pussies with the condition ning kept wearing that slutty skirt the entire time, of course after this you will help her more regularly

sorry this is so long… i got carried on 🤕

i love you anon we should kiss

ningning having an obsession with the reader because the fact that you’re lonely and weird turns ningning on?? maybe seeing you always wearing hoodies and how you’re always in the classroom during breaks instead of going to the cafeteria or walking around the institute is another thing that caught ningning’s attention…

and she manages to get close to you! playing the fool and saying that she needs some tutoring classes for the next exam because she doesn’t want to fail and have her parents angry with her but you would swear that you have seen her do her homework on the subject perfectly and she is karina’s friend, the girl with the highest gpa in the entire school and always offers help to students who need it 🤨 anyway, you were too nervous to think coherently at the moment she was standing in front of you and waiting for your answer to her proposal, so you agree to help her!

although it is a bit complicated when it comes to studying together because she is wearing the tightest and shortest clothes possible and your eyes seem to move of their own accord 😓 ningning was beautiful and had a body you couldn't take your eyes off, and that was a big thing for you to admit because you often looked at hundreds of girls all day, every day! i mean, since all you do is go to school and just study, you usually get bored by not interacting with anyone at all, so you always watch people, especially pretty girls 🥰

LMAO being so embarrassed that you can’t even do anything about it when she goes from giving you a “simple” massage that involved her grinding against your ass, to start groping your body and squeezing your tits over your sweatshirt 😭

you were so inexperienced and starved for female attention for as long as you can remember that you practically didn’t know how to react to having a hot girl blatantly touching your body and doing whatever was on her mind, while you were standing still in your place and making a mess in your underwear 😓 you’ve never spoken for more than five minutes with a woman who isn’t a relative or an acquaintance, so if when ningning asked you if you could set up a study date sometime you felt your underwear getting soaked and when you got home the first thing you did was finger yourself madly, now that ningning was groping you, your mind was on the verge of madness!

so ningning decides to give you a little more help because she knows that final exams are stressing you out and making you spend hours and hours studying in the library or sitting at your desk 🥰 her saying “you have body creams here, right?” and rummaging through your drawers as if they were hers or as if you two had a friendship with enough trust where she can feel at home 😭 obviously, because she is a gossip, she comes across things that some people would rather have avoided, like your beloved vibrator 💕

and she teases you about it 😓 saying things like “awww, who would have thought the loser is a pervert too.” and closing the drawer again, making you feel twice as embarrassed when you realize that she is seriously planning on using it right now...

and ningning fucks you while simultaneously playing with your clit 😵‍💫 watching your legs shake and your thighs threaten to clench together only fueled ningning’s crazy thoughts, wanting to keep playing with you until you completely break and become a complete mess... 100% edging guaranteed 🤗 ningning is a kinky girl who is doing to you the same thing she usually does to herself when she is alone, yeah! she is even overstimulating you it on you to the point where it hurts to cum, but she can’t stop laughing and making fun of you for wetting the sheets too much 💔

ningning keeping her skirt on while grinding her pussy against yours because she knows how much you like the way it looks on her :( awww she would say things like “i will fuck you this good if you promise to do all my homework for me.” and of course you agree! being bitchless was a pain and having a pretty girl showing interest in you is something you wouldn’t let go of

[vampcubus]

Muzan + vibrator 🤨🤨

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!muzan, dom!reader, vibrator use (muzan receiving), overstimulaton, it's not mentioned but y'all do have a safeword, hence the ignored no's.

He scoffs at the contraption at first, raising a skeptical brow as you click it on and off to show him the settings beforehand. He’s never really considered using toys on himself so he's a bit in the dark, and that my friend is power.

You start out on the lowest setting, teasing it along his inner thigh first as to not startle him with the new sensation. But he jerks all the same when you press the vibrator to his cock, legs snapping shut around your hand, though that just traps the toy against him and he trembles more, “Fuck! wait that’s too much, I don’t think…” he pants, face contorted in pleasure as the relentless vibrations overwhelm him.

“That’s just the lowest setting, practically a tease for me. C’mon you can handle it.” That earns you a glare, though it’s half-hearted, broken when his eyes almost roll back. His hands feel around the sheets uselessly, his thighs shaking, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Why does it feel so…”

“Good?” You grin.

“Strange.” he corrects, albeit breathlessly, saliva pooling in his mouth as the toy buzzes away at his cock. “Fffuck I think- haaaa, what’re you-?” he writhes as the vibrations intensify, and you swirl the toy around the sensitive head in focused circles. “Ngh! ah!”

“Oops, looks like i turned it up by accident,” you chuckled darkly, head cocked to one side as you watched him buck helplessly into your ministrations. He’s leaking pre all over his pale stomach and you only smear it over him, delighted by the way his dick twitches and throbs. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cum already? We’ve only just started. Tsk.”

“As— fuck! as if it’s my fault. You mmhmn please no, not higher I-I really can’t hold-!” his abdomen seizes over and over and his thighs tremble, squirming inward. A telltale sign he was nearing the point of no return, and like the cruel master you can be, you only grin and turn the vibrator up higher. He sobs, carmine eyes clenched shut as he tosses beneath you, a cold hand clamping around your wrist as he humps against the toy.

You stare with bated breath as he shakes, completely silent before cum starts squirting out of him in thick ropes. His lower half lurches upward with every pulse, white liquid painting his stomach and your hand. He groans loud and long, a hoarse sound that goes straight between your legs when it graces your ears. It pitches into a mewl near the end, his slitted eyes shooting back open with start when he realizes that you aren’t stopping.

“W-wait- AH! I’ve already-!” he grits his teeth, the slight burn of overstimulation setting in all too quickly as you slide the vibrator down to his balls instead, making him jerk violently. “Fuck!”

“Did you think I was done with you, my lord? No no no, I wanna see how many orgasms I can milk out of you with my favorite toy.”

[superiorsturgeon]

Jaune: Everyone thinks that Pyrrha is the coolest person in existence…

Jaune: …and they’re totally right, by the way!

Jaune: …but she’s also secretly a bit of a dork.

Coco: *skeptical* Do you have any evidence to back that up? 🤨

Jaune: In the nine months leading up to the birth of our son, she refused to wear a single fashionable maternity top and wore my Pumpkin Pete hoodie instead.

Coco: …okay Arc, now I KNOW you’re screwing with me! 😒

Jaune: *holds out his Scroll*

Coco: *looks at pic*

Coco: *scrolls down*

Coco: *scrolls down*

Coco: *scrolls down*

Coco: *scrolls down*

Coco: *at the end of 9 months worth of Arkos maternity photos* …huh… 😦

Jaune: …yeah… 🙄

Coco: Good thing it’s kinda baggy on her…

Jaune: *scrolls down further* Oh! And here she is with Jamie for the first time at the hospital!

Jaune: …she swaddled him in my hoodie. 😑

Coco: I’m honestly impressed how long that piece of 100% cotton corporate advertising has lasted.

Jaune: Pyrrha thinks it somehow has its own aura.

[marscantread7]

Sylus x Plus Size Reader/mc

Slight nsfw mention so mdni please!!!

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I'm a bit on the heavier side, like. Very plus size, and it's been on my mind for the past few days, like. Sylus w/ a plus size mc, and I'm not talking like average, what the media's idea of plus size is, I'm talkin like actual plus size.

Kinda a self insert, but thinking of mc just like poking and prodding at her skin bc it's just ugh! Like, this shirt just isn't looking right on her... maybe she should just go w/ the hoodie or wear a jacket over it like she originally planned, but here comes Sylus and he's all like, "🤨what r u doing?" And mc turns around and she's like, "this shirt just doesn't look right! Or feel right! None of this would be happening if I was smaller!" And Sylus just shuts it down real quick bc, "Sweetie. Ur perfect the way u r. U look absolutely stunning right now." And mc is very skeptical at first, bc she's literally just in typical lounge wear, but Sylus catches her gaze and decides to show her just how beautiful she is.

Omfg and like, thinking of how strong Sylus is. Like, okay another self insert😛 I'm 5'7 which isn't short, but it isn't necessarily tall either. So like, mc trying to like reach something on the highest shelf, and instead of just grabbing it for her, Sylus will lift her up so she can reach it. Just imagine her gripping onto his shoulders and looking down at him like, "Omg! Put me down, I'm too big!" And Sylus just giving her that look to try that again. "Sweetie, that means nothing to me. I'd be an inadequate partner if I couldn't support u in every way hm?" And just to spite her, he carries her away. Mmmmffffffggghhhh Sylus just randomly picking mc up at random bc he just loves holding her and🤤 Sylus holding her up and just fucking her. Like he doesn't even need to hold her against the wall! He can just pick her up and just go to town, no support.

And honestly another self insert, but I personally hate when I get insecure abt my weight and I'm ranting abt it and people get offended like "Ur not fat Marshall." Like that's such an insulting thing. Like, half the time I don't even mean it in a negative way when I point out my weight, I'm just stating an obvious fact. Like I'm big, that's a fact, u getting offended and acting like it's a bad thing that I'm big just makes me feel worse abt myself, hope this helps🙏🏾

Anyways, thinking abt mc like, criticizing her weight one day. Like, "I just don't see what u see in me. Like I'm not saying I'm ugly, but doesn't my weight make me a bit... unappealing?" And Sylus, oh the loverboy he is... "How dare u! Kitten, ur the sexiest person I've ever laid my eyes on." And he goes on this whole spiel abt how weight means nothing to him bc like??? Why should it? Like, genuinely what's so unappealing abt a little extra weight? If anything, he likes her size personally, and boy does he make it obvious. Always pinching those chubby lil cheeks, squeezing her thighs, resting his head on her stomach after a long day. And don't get him started on that ass😛😛😛 the way it bounces as he's fucking mc from behind. The recoil when he gives it a light smack, signaling her to "stay still baby, I'm gonna cum too soon if u move like that." BOY... like wow! Yeah #needthatNEOW

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Anyways that's all. Sorry for like the poor grammar and not spelling words out all the way😭😭😭 I didn't intend for this to be as long as it is. I would have written it properly if I knew I was gonna be doin allat. But anyways yeah. This was just one giant thought I had bc it's like ugh! I just know Sylus would treat a big girl so well and squish down and anxieties and doubts she has abt herself and his thoughts on her. Like yeah... this was literally just written for myself😭😭😭

Also ik I use mc, but u can read it as like a y/n or reader type of thing. I just didn't feel like using "you" atm😪😪😪

[beavillains]

Weird Commission Scam?

This is where I got skeptical because who tf types like that

I assumed that English wasn't their first language but somethin was askew 🤨

this bitch blocked me.

I don't post stuff like this on here but i think this was an ai bot of sorts or some weird dude idk man just keep a look out

[arrival-layne]

Childe and Zhongli are both very dense. HENCE:

Zhongli actively courting/flirting with Childe, but his methods being so archaic or cultural that it flies right over childe's head. YES. But may I also present:

Childe just not being susceptible to romance in the first place. (That boy only has fighting on his mind, okay.)

Zhongli venting his woes to the traveler:

Zhongli: I don’t understand. I’ve been very direct in my affections. But he is yet to recuperate or acknowledge my advances. 🤨 Traveller: idk. Why don’t you try speaking his language. Dudes kinda battle hungry. Maybe you can woo him through fighting??? Zhongli: 🤔

He’s skeptical. And the traveller is done with both their pining. But I’m talking Zhongli trying to woo childe through his battle prowess and knowledge and it totally working. And it leaves Childe a confused and flustered mess.

✨Some examples✨:

Zhongli bringing up more ancient battles in their conversations and noticing childe engaging a lot more. Complimenting that he thinks childe is just as brave a those heroes of old. Just as strong if not more.

Complimenting him on his battle techniques. His form. His mastery of so many weapons.

Gifting him intricate or rare weapons. Armor, sheaths, bows, etc. (Some even from his own collections)

Flirting with childe under the guise of offering pointers to master the bow. To get close and once again shower him with praise and compliments.

And of course the SPARS. It has childe weak in the knees. The way Zhongli moves and how he can keep up with a harbinger. And overpower him. His deep voice as he compliments his beautiful form. UGHHHH (the tension people!!)

OR ALTERNATIVELY: Zhongli withholding spars all together, having forgone such activities with his retirement (and afraid of hurting childe) it would drive Childe wild.

And of course. Childe still being as dense as a rock. Only now, Zhongli's ‘flirting’ is making it really hard to keep his cool.

additional note:

Imagine after the golden house/northland bank Childe being even more confused and dense. Was this mf messing with me?? Was he just SHOWING OFF????

The traveller: 😒

Oh the possibilities

[yan-lorkai]

Hello could i request Sebek, Jade and Floyd with a latina reader basically shoving the food they hate on their throat like(this house -school- is no hotel i prepare it with love and you- blah blah yk the deal 😔) but surprise surprise latina reader's cooking of their hated food is actually good like 🤨wait a sec- this is actually good If you could please do something short in the format you'd like

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟFloyd hates you a little for even suggesting making him eat this... Yet, when you're cooing and giving him those eyes, he can't help but give it a try. He was fussing so much, grumbling, though now he is just staring at the dish without fully understanding how you turned his hated food into something actually delicious. Either way, now he is curious about what else you can cook.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟJade is skeptical. He loves you dearly, but he will not take a bite of it. In fact, he is leaving. Now now, don't give him those eyes. OK, maybe just one bite so he doesn't have to see you being so gloomy. Wait a sec... Is this actually good? Jade can cook really well. He had experimented with different recipes, yet he didn't succeed. He is so curious now. You must spill everything you did.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Sebek isn't eating it no matter how much you ask him to. So you have to use every little trick; appease to his ego, bribe him with kisses and asking him what he would do if Malleus asked him to eat it. So he does, begrudgingly, and then he realizes it is so good and his cheeks are painted a pink color as he will not admit it is tasty - not after throwing a tantrum.

[prodbyton]

Also!!! Do you have any recent pervert/loser Sohee thoughts swimming around in ur head that you would like to share with the class 🫵🏾🤨? Honest to god I never saw the appeal in that trope until I found ur blog PLEEK I think u and that other anon changed my brain chemistry a bit. I love the thought of down bad Sohee ghfdhjf it’s very pleasing to my brain I wanna eat him so bad. Pathetic and perverted Sohee is so real and I would be just as pathetic and perverted for him too. I’m nasty he nasty we chocolate chip cookies

—🍓

adding these two tg hehe

cw. dubcon ?? , sohees icky , +18 mdni

think of sohee as the boy you have to tutor before finals… how convenient that his worst subject is your best, and he’s attracted to the fact that you’re so smart…

sohee is a bit weird from what you’ve heard from others, and honestly when he came up to you after class you were a little skeptical about tutoring him, but you said yes because he was nearly begging and you have a hard time saying no. also he was super cute, how weird could be be?

so you’re in his dorm, sitting at his desk trying to explain the material in a way that he can understand. but he’s not paying attention, not when you were so close to him, not when if he looked just slightly off the screen of your laptop he could see down your shirt, not when your lips that were perfectly glossed and plump were so tempting and kissable, not when he wished that your hand on your thigh was his hand instead.

“do you think you can answer this question on your own?”

he’s snapped out of his thoughts when your tapping his shoulder, words booming through his ears and traveling quickly to his dick. he feels himself twitch in his pants and he knows he’s screwed. he was only halfway understanding the material, but you looked at him expectantly and all the knowledge in his brain turned into mush. so he takes a wild guess and hopes that he gets it right.

but he doesn’t. and he knows before you could tell him, because it’s evident on your face. he wants to feel bad, he feels stupid for not getting it right, but he can’t help but twitch again at the thought of you scolding him for not getting the answer correct.

“sohee, i don’t know how else to explain this to you, it’s honestly not even that hard…” your voice trails as you sigh and he has to bite his lip to stop a whimper from erupting from his throat.

the problem might not have been hard, but he definitely was.

“s-sorry… can you explain it again?” his voice is low and he blinks hard a few times while you start explaining it to him once again.

he can’t help the way his hips start moving in his seat, your words sounding like a foreign language to him besides the small “right?” “got it?” “hmm?” that leave you to make sure he was still with you. he would repeat the words back to you and hoped that you wouldn’t look down or take your eyes off the screen, he was humping the air and finding relief in your voice. his eyes traveled down your shirt again and he accidentally replies to you a bit too breathy, like a moan, and you look at the boy who was next to you. he wad red, his eyes low and his lip between his teeth. then you look down, cock hard in his pants that he was rutting against.

“are you… are you getting off right now? what the fuck?” you jump out of your seat and stare down at the boy with confusion and a tinge of disgust. you can’t help the way you start to feel your second heartbeat between your legs, slight smirk creeping on your face. he likes it, how dirty he feels for this, how you’re calling him disgusting and he’s asking for you to touch him, but you deny him, because he doesn’t deserve your help when he can’t even answer a simple question on his study guide.

you watch as he continues to hump the air while he sits in his seat, hands gripping both sides of the uncomfortable wooden chair as he throws his head back, he imagines those pretty fingers jerking him off, he imagines those lips sucking on his cock while he cums in your mouth, he imagines what your tits would look like squished together and suddenly he’s moaning out loud and trembling under your gaze, his release leaking through the layers of his boxers and thin basketball shorts and creating a big wet spot.

“so dirty,” you hold back a chuckle and he whimpers, he’s still trembling in embarrassment from cumming untouched right in front of you. with a deep breath you move closer to him, sitting back down in your chair but moving it closer to where sohee sits. his eyes shoot open wide when one hand rests on his thigh while the other touches the print of his still hard cock, dipping into the soaked through fabric. he looks at your hands then back at your face, which is dangerously close to his as you speak to him. “finish this problem for me, and i’ll reward you mkay?”

tbh i didn’t understand the perv trope until 2022 & my life has been changed since… also 🍓 anon i’m going to ignore the chocolate chip cookie slander, more like i’m nasty he nasty we cheesecake… hope you liked this i got a little carried away LOL

[prettybean]

YOUR KEEGAN STUFF IS SO GOOD IM SCREAMINGGGG I literally can never find anyone to write for him n he's my favorite😭😭you're my savior

Js a thought but Keegan x the cowboy hat rule🤨🤨I'm gnawing at the bars if my enclosure pleaseeee

haaa thank you so much, you’re so sweet omg, there’s a 99% chance I’m sobbing right now. Keegan deserves more attention, our boy has a lot to give… you know what I mean 🫶

By the way SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY with Keegan would be divine

You playfully removed his cowboy hat and taunted him with a mischievous grin. Initially, he regarded you skeptically, but his face lit up upon seeing you wearing his hat. In an instant, he wrapped his hands firmly around your waist, pulling you closer and guiding you to sit on his lap. With a gentle touch, he adjusted the hat on your head while tenderly stroking your thighs.

"Do you remember the rule?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of playfulness and desire,

“What rule?” you innocently asked him, unaware of the rule he referred to. Your genuine expression caused him to chuckle heartily while he made you grind against his crotch.

"You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy”.

(i’m living for this shit)