#“💐” anon

[ihopeiexplode]

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna x Supermodel!Reader

. Mixed of 2 requests!

. A/N: wrote this in class filled w sukuna haters 😞😞 (also I might be flopping chat!!)

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who met you before your modeling career started, but you met him when he was already a trending streamer but of course your relationship was kept private under your request

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who's an attractive man, no surprise in that, did half of his followers only follow him because of his looks and voice? Yeah.. hundred percent...

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who gets away with saying the most unhinged and outrageous things on stream just because of his good looks..

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna whose female audience became devastated after they heard he was taken, but do they know he's dating a famous supermodel? Nope, does he want them to know? Yes, but can he tell them? In his dreams

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna whos surprisingly into reading theories everyone made when he revealed he was dating, seeing how they gathered up every female he interacted with and tried seeing which of them had the most chemistry, he laughed when they all came to the conclusion he was dating uraume

(yes I'm aware uraumes gender is not confirmed but let's just say they're female here!!)

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who revealed he was dating you by accident, totally!!

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who called you into his room one morning, but you were unaware he was live, you know his schedule on when he's going live so your relationship with him could be avoided from being revealed

"You called?"

"Mhm, just wanted a little kiss,"

"... Are you live right now...?"

"Hm? Oh, whoops,"

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who felt like a proud idiot when word got around saying a supermodel was dating him, I mean it was only 5 Minutes after the big reveal he was dating you and word immediately got out that Sukuna was the mystery person you were dating and you were his

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who laughs at the "he's only dating her for her money!!" Comments, you both dated before your modeling career, plus he's also rich he has no need to go after your money, not to mention he doesn't even let you spend a dime of your money and insists you should spend his instead....

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who secretly watches edits of you on tiktok and has a whole collection of all the edits he found of you

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who also has a separate collection for every edit he finds of both you,

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who absolutely hates it whenever A guy hits you right in front of him. Sure it's known you're taken by him but does it stop the flirting and stares? On his side yes, but on your side? No, no it does not.

"I must say you rather look gorgeous this evening ms I/n"

"she's taken."

"Hm? I'm aware she is,"

"do I need to—"

"Sukuna enough, were in public..."

"I really don't know what you see in him ms l/n you could do so much better, like me for example,"

"nevermind, Sukuna go."

Woah I wonder how the guy ended up in the hospital the very next day!!! I wonder who caused that!!

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who loves it whenever a girl tries hitting on him only to run away and apologize the moment they see you approach him and give him a kiss

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who also loves it whenever you bring him up during one of your interviews

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who always has to mention you at least more than once during his streams or just mentioning you in general

"you look handsome"

"yeah I know my girlfriend told me that earlier this morning, only her opinions matter to me by the way"

Streamerboyfriend!Sukuna who acts like a lovesick puppy whenever he's with you, surprising everyone who sees your photos with him on your Instagram seeing how Sukuna is known and theorized to be the dominant one in a relationship if it ever came to that (the theory was made before ur relationship w him was revealed), but it seems to be the complete opposite in your photos...

[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

Permanent Taglist: @cadibearrr

[sturnioz]

so what would fb chris do if shy reader was just evidently insecure one day? like he initiates sex and shes like hesitant to take off her clothes and has been like finding ways to cover her face all day because a random girl in one of her classes called her ugly to one of her friends or something?? im just curious

-💐

"aight, 'kay. the fuck is goin' on? huh?" chris breaks away from you, his sharp gaze piercing into yours as he notices your hesitation to reveal your body to him — which you've obviously done countless of times before without any problems. leaning back on his palms on the bed, his chest bare, he gives you a look. "what? c'mon. talk."

you frown softly, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you avoid his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks making you aware of how vulnerable you feel as you finally mutter, "some girl in my class, she.. she just said some mean things."

"what mean things?" chris prompts.

you take a deep breath, the words catching in your throat. "she.. called me ugly," you can't shake the embarrassment for admitting it out loud, but you were hurt. "and her friends, they... they just laughed. they all agreed, i think."

chris stares at you in silence for what seems like eternity, his gaze unwavering as his tongue prods at his cheek, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting as he processes your words.

"so.. you're actin' like this 'cos some girl called you ugly?" chris scoffs. "kid, that's like fuckin' high school drama, a'ight? who gives a fuck if she called you ugly?"

"i do," you find yourself saying, your voice firmer than you expected. "i care."

the words hang in the air, and you catch a flicker of something in his expression, a mix of uncertainty and awkwardness as he continues taring at you. you wish he would look away, that he would shift his focus to something—anything—other than you.

"look, i uh... i get it, yeah?" he finally says, his tone softening a fraction. "but you.. you can't let some random fuckin' girl get under your skin like that, bun. 'kay? 'cos what they say is all fuckin' bullshit anyway."

you blink, surprised. "it is?"

"yeah.." chris nods slowly, scratching his cheek as if trying to find the right words. "you're pretty, bun."

the sudden compliment hangs awkwardly between you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders. it's as if he's uncomfortable by his own words, and he shifts slightly, pulling a face.

but a smile creeps onto yours despite the lingering embarrassment, feeling a warmth spread in your chest. "thank you... that means—"

"no," he snaps, his tone shifting back to its familiar bluntness. "don't get all weird on me, kid. s'not a big deal, yeah? and don't let that get to your head 'cos i'm not sayin' it again. and — and don't get all mushy on me either... shits gross."

[gigi-loveless]

Hiii is it alright if I request for a College!Camgirl!Ellie x college!reader? Could I also have a specific 💐 tag for when I ask things 😭😭?

PS: I love your work so fucking much, on my knees for them 💗🙏🏻

-💐

જ⁀➴ yes angel!! thank you <3 sorry this took so long btw!! lowkey had a bender over spring break and didn’t write 🫣

warnings: 18+, squirting, pet names, service top!ellie, camgirl!ellie, consensual video recording. photo credits to @ellies.galaxy on tiktok!

reqs are open 𝜗𝜚

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“you can take it baby. know my girl can.” the auburn haired girl whispered, while guiding your hips to sink fully down on her brand new strap on that sits erect on her pale lap. the aforementioned 8 inch, lavender toy was generously gifted by one of her followers, with a message attached that simply said “to break her in.”

since moving in with ellie, you’ve gradually learned so much about her….possibly more than a roommate should. first, it was her adorable obsession with vintage video games, then the way she brings home little rocks and treasures she finds on the walk to class, then…it was finding her nude in front of a camera with your “missing” thong smothering her face.

but, you couldn’t possibly resist helping her, huh?

the video garnered tons, TONS of donations, likes, and subscriptions. her followers loved that it wasn’t a staged “getting caught” cliche, and that you fully indulged in her perverse energy. since then, she’s gotten lots of requests to keep you around in her videos, which you are more than happy to oblige.

the tip nudges against your cervix, a soft bulge appearing on your abdomen. as she shifts to zoom in on the precious sight, your long forgotten homework falls off the bed, papers sliding all across the floor.

“y’see that? how she’s fuckin swallowing me?” ellie asks the camera as she zooms in on the aforementioned “she”, being your fully stuffed cunt.

“els…please move….” you pant, digging your fingernails into her thighs as an anchor. “i…i’ll do….any-thng…” you whine desperately, dying to just rut into ellie’s hips on your own, but you know better. the first (and last) time you made that mistake, she tied you up with the vibrator on the highest setting for two hours, live-streaming the whole ordeal.

hey, at least she made over $500 off of it.

“show em how you feel, angel.” ellie coos, thrusting in and out agonizingly slow, propping the camera up on her dresser, the perfect angle to capture your doe eyes rolling effortlessly into the back of your head.

“els….ohmgd…please harder!”

without a word, ellie gets the most intriguing smirk on her face, massaging her calloused fingers into your hips for a moment….then suddenly gripping onto them, bouncing you on her cock unrelentingly. screaming her name, your legs go numb. every time your trembling hands go to grip onto her waist for support, she nudges you off, growing wetter and wetter watching you unable to stabilize yourself. a thin white ring forms around the base of her cock, that she scrambles to grab the camera and zoom in on.

“look at that…fuck.” she reaches down and thumbs on your clit, causing you to buck down into her even harder, if that’s possible at this point.

“gna…gna cum els….pleaseee…” you stare right into the camera, knowing that she’s gonna replay that moment over and over again later just to see the pathetic desperation in your eyes, your perfect pout penetrating her every thought.

“go ahead angel, cum all over this cock. show me how good it feels in you. how….how…god…how good i feel in you.”

those last words send you over the edge, collapsing into her while your entire body twitches. your tight, slick walls clench around the toy for the final time, her thumb on your clit encouraging you to drench ellie’s stomach and sheets.

“fuck…i got that shit on camera. you’re so goddamn hot.” she pans the camera down to her toned stomach, where your wetness is splattered. the euphoria hasn’t worn off yet, your eyelids heavy, vision blurry as ellie smooths down your hair delicately, throwing the camera onto her chair and cradling your head into her lap.

“such a good girl f’me…..”

[bunnipuffs]

okay but what about a sorta opposite from your mean!reader nerdy!abby. reader is a total book worm but when it comes to anything outside of a textbook she’s a bimbo. while abby’s set on getting her doctorate and doesn’t have time for anyone but reader wriggles her way dumbly into abby’s heart

- 💐

WAAAA I LOVE THIS ONE OMG … so cute i luv this so bad thank you flower anon !!!!!! i’m kinda obsessed with dumb reader and nerdy abby … but maybe i’m projecting because i’m also quite dumb </3

i made reader more bimbo-y (that is not a word forgive me) and focused on the fact that she’s more interested in books than studies , i hope that’s okay !!!!! <3333

i hope you enjoy !!!!!!!! ^_^ ♡ ♡ ♡

꒰ cw. slightly mean abby, fingering ꒱

⋆˙⟡ nerdy! abby and bimbo! reader, a match made in heaven.

♡ . — ꒰ 1 ꒱

୨୧ you’re obsessed with reading. your shelves are filled with a wide range of genres, from the most intricate fantasy stories to thriller and horror, and even to the most insane smut you’ve ever come across. when you’re not busy shopping or doing your makeup to take selfies, your head is buried in one of your many books for hours. unfortunately, your passion for reading hasn’t transferred to your academics…

୨୧ exam season is coming up, and you haven’t been studying at all! but one quick glance at abby anderson, the well-known top student of your classes, and you decide you need her help. you haven’t spoken to her at all, never in the two years you’ve been attending college, but after your lecture had ended, you confidently approach her wearing your favorite mini-skirt. you have a big smile on your face when you get to her, a little too big, but this was important. first impressions mattered. but abby simply looked at you from head to toe, packing away her textbooks and making her way out of the room without saying a single word.

୨୧ no biggie… maybe she’s just busy, she probably had a lot of things to do considering she had to keep her place as number one. so the next week you see her, you end up following her out of the lecture hall like a lost puppy — she doesn’t respond back to you, even after you offer to buy her a sweet treat from the campus’ cafe, or when you asked if she wanted a study partner. she kept walking to wherever she needed to go. you ended up following, of course. abby wasn’t pleased at all. you could tell from her face, but that didn’t deter you!

୨୧ abby didn’t budge for a while. she told you off one time, something along the lines of “i don’t need an idiot distracting me,” which you took with a grain of salt. maybe all those calculations and body anatomy memorization made her moody. she was always in the library studying, laptop open with lecture slides, her notebook full of notes that you couldn’t even begin to comprehend, even five different pens for differing information. you were lucky enough that she didn’t say anything when you followed her to the library, but it was like you weren’t even there at all.

୨୧ you’re sitting across from her, a book in hand as always, you’re almost halfway done in the time that abby had been studying. you wonder how she can focus for so long without wanting to do something else. but abby thinks the same about you, taking small curious peeks when you were distracted. she wonders how you’re so goddamn annoying about your college work but can read a bunch of big words for hours. beats her, not her problem.

୨୧ abby had enough one day. she invites you over to her dorm room for a “study date” just to shut you up, and almost immediately tells you to sit down when you prance around, touching almost every medal and trophy she has on display. you sit on her bed, a sheepish smile on your face. now that you’re here with her — alone, it makes you a little nervous. you’ve been begging for this, and yet, it makes you blush a little when abby sits right next to you. your arms are brushing against each other, and she’s flipping through her notes while she explains them to you. you weren’t really listening.

୨୧ for the first time, you’ve gotten the chance to get to know abby. her cologne is strong, but not overpowering, it’s just enough to keep you wanting more. she smells good. her hair is always neatly braided. her notes are also freakishly organized, perfect handwriting with different brightly colored titles for every single chapter. you laugh a little, and it confuses abby. she lets out a “what?” with a glare, and you wrap your arms around her bicep, “nothing, just kinda funny that all your notes are so cute when your personality is the complete opposite!”

♡ . — ꒰ 2 ꒱

୨୧ abby who flushes at your comment — cute? no one had ever called her notes “cute,” that was ridiculous. she didn’t have time for your teasing when you were so adamant about your grades being in jeopardy. you chased her around campus, interrupted her cherished library time by poking around, doing absolutely nothing but cross off another useless book from your list. but for some reason your grasp around her, warm and welcoming, made her feel a little weird. she didn’t like that at all. she had no time to babysit some dumb girl that couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention to her! she was using her precious study time to help you, and you were teasing her. nonetheless your jab at her personality. she knew she was cold, distant even. but she needed to be completely focused if she wanted to get her doctorate. she didn’t want to hear that from someone like you either.

୨୧ abby scoffs, pushing you away. she shuts her notebook and sets it to her side, getting up from her place next to you. she lets out a heavy breath before staring right at you. “look, seriously, i have better things to do. if you aren’t going to try then you need to get out.” you’re pouting almost immediately, your eyes finding hers too. glossy and big. abby’s almost exasperated — you’re a grown woman looking at her like that. but the more she stares at you like this, the more she starts feeling the horrible twist of guilt in her stomach. shit, she thinks. maybe i was a little too harsh.

୨୧ she doesn’t want you to know she feels bad, so after a while of your very unconvincing puppy eyes and finding her will power, she sits back down and opens up her notes again. a smile spreads across your face instantly, and abby does her best to ignore it. you’re a pretty girl, dumb and incredibly annoying yes, but so pretty. she would be an idiot if she said otherwise, but she continues on, grumbling a “pay attention this time, no more talking.” you nod eagerly. she can’t help but take a few glances at you when you’re reading over her notes for yourself.

୨୧ you and abby spent the rest of the afternoon going over concepts you struggled with, and abby hates to admit it, but you weren’t so bad. you were smarter than you acted. yeah, you struggled with the most basic topics, but you eventually got them after a while. (with a lot of re-explaining from abby, a heavy sigh from her when you couldn’t answer her questions) you were funny too, and even made her laugh occasionally, but abby always covered it up with a cough. you both had gone through everything you were struggling with, and abby found it… endearing? to see you try so hard. the way your tongue poked out when you were working through a problem, when you scribbled down little mental notes to keep track. she found herself staring at you a lot, embarrassingly enough, and abby tried to keep herself busy when she caught herself — picking up a random textbook from her pile and flipping through it.

୨୧ over the course of exam season, abby was spending a lot of time with you. it annoyed her still, that her carefully constructed routine was suddenly destroyed by some girl that put her energy into fictional literature rather than actual important reading, but she was getting used to it. she even started waiting for you to pack up your things when the lecture ended, slowly putting away her books and electronics just so you had enough time to walk up to her. abby always greeted you with a blank stare, an eye roll if you were lucky, but you’d never know she purposely slowed herself down for you. she didn’t know why either. it’s like her body did it on autopilot, and now her routine consisted of her studies and you. walking to the library together, her telling you to focus when you got sidetracked, plus the lengthy hours of studying in her dorm room. it was her new routine.

♡ . — ꒰ 3 ꒱

୨୧ when abby finally finishes all her exams, she takes a lot of time relaxing in her dorm. she continues reading up on chapters she wanted to smooth over when she hears a small knock at her door. of course, it’s you, and you let yourself in with your laptop held tightly to your chest. “abs, i think i’m gonna die. this last exam is gonna kill me.” abby groans at your dramatics, “do not call me abs,” but she pulls out her little table anyway and you both sit next to each other. you’re pulling up the exam practice questions like clockwork, and you run her through the ones you didn’t understand.

୨୧ you’re almost an hour into it, and abby can tell you aren’t focusing. you’re constantly spacing out, interrupting her to talk about a new book coming out, and you aren’t grasping anything at all. she made a little quiz just for you, and you hadn’t gotten anything right. abby runs a hand through her hair, breathing out a deep sigh. she closes your laptop and places the pen right back into your hand. you stare at her confused.

୨୧ “if you get a question right, i’ll give you something. how about that?” abby proposes, your eyes darting from her own to her lips. abby is a little taken aback, you’re bold, you make it so obvious. but she patiently waits for your answer anyway. “like what?” you reply quietly, and the air is suddenly thick with tension. it’s too quiet.

୨୧ “whatever you want.” abby was done with her own exams. she could afford to be reckless for a little. maybe she’d regret it in a few weeks, but with the way you’re staring at her, the way you’ve been staring at her, she knows exactly what you want. she couldn’t go back now. and abby couldn’t lie to herself either. she was getting distracted — thoughts about what your lips would feel like, what it’d be like if your bodies were so close that she started smelling like your perfume, the stolen glances when you both pretended to be working, she knew. and you knew it too.

୨୧ “then…” you answer, no elaboration, you’re shifting up to tug your shorts down. abby bites the inside of her cheek when she sees how perfectly your panties fit your ass, the material hugging it like it was made for you. she hasn’t taken her eyes off you the moment you moved, and she should be upset at the fact you just discarded your clothes on the floor, messily, but she didn’t care. her hand reached out to touch your hip before she could even realize, caressing you softly. you smile at her, that stupid smile abby insisted was so annoying, before you turn your attention to the makeshift quiz she made for you. abby shuffles closer to see you work, watching as your hand moves to answer.

୨୧ you think long and hard before answering, circling one of the multiple choice answers abby provided. it’s correct. abby doesn’t say it, but her hand moves to slip down the front of your panties. she leaves it there, a hitch in your breath when she’s just over where you needed her the most. the room feels so hot, abby thinks. was it always this hot? you continue on to the second question, your brain working overtime to focus on the right choice — it’s hard when abby’s warm hand is over your cunt, the fact that you’re almost indecent while abby is fully clothed. you throb at the thought.

୨୧ you shakily circle another answer, an approving hum from abby. she shoves her hand in deeper, now moving her fingers up and down your folds. you’re already so wet, and you just barely started. you can feel her watching your every move, peering from right above your shoulder. you go to the third question, one you thought you knew, circling confidently. abby continues her slow pace across your aching pussy, “no, not that one.” you groan, frustrated, she’s going too slow and it’s making you crave for more. your brain is starting to feel fuzzy.

୨୧ you get to question five, and abby had started to move faster, her fingers circling your clit and rubbing at your entrance, teasing, you moan when she rubs over your clit again — “focus,” she mumbles in your ear, continuing her pace. you do your best to. you glance over the answers for the question and circle, abby rubbing at you even quicker. a strangled “abby!” is pulled from your throat, feeling her lips at your neck. “c’mon, next one. you don’t wanna fail, do you?” you shake your head, and with a tighter grip on her pen, you move down to the next one. you’re so wet, and you can hear yourself if you listen close enough.

୨୧ you miraculously answer the next three questions correctly, and when you circle your next answer, it’s like abby was waiting — she pushes a thick finger inside of your waiting cunt immediately, a loud squelch at the contact. you’re gasping, abby pulling you onto her lap so smoothly you don’t even realize, and she’s spreading your legs with ease. she’s thrusting it in deep, slowly, so slowly that you’re squirming at every push. it’s not fast enough, and you know if you don’t get this next one right, she’s going to keep it this way. your head is buzzing, and it takes you four attempts to read question nine properly. you’re circling your best guess, and fuck. abby bites hard into the side of your neck, your hips bucking at the pain. “we went over that, stupid girl..” her mean words should bother you, but you feel yourself clench at the name. stupid, stupid, stupid. maybe you were, but that didn’t matter right now. your neck was stinging with pain and it was making you drip.

୨୧ “guess you don’t wanna come if you’re not taking this seriously?” abby laughs condescendingly, her voice right against your ear. you moan at her tone, and it’s not long before you’re trying to push down on her fingers, wanting to fuck yourself till’ you finish. but abby’s not that nice, never had been, and she completely pulls her fingers out of you. you’re empty suddenly, feeling a glob of slick pour out of your cunt. you’re whimpering, noisy and pathetic. “please, abs i can’t—“

୨୧ abby takes her free hand and grips your chin tightly, turning your focus back to the paper in front of you. it’s blurry, and your grasp on the pen seems to be getting looser. “you have one more, you wanted me to teach you right? so do it. don’t waste my time.” abby lets go of you, shoving two fingers inside of you without warning. it feels like you were shocked, shivers running down your spine. the stretch is painful, so sudden, but you’re clenching so tightly around her that abby can’t help but laugh at you. “it’s just one question, you shouldn’t have been so desperate if you can’t even do this.”

୨୧ tears are pooling in your eyes, your cheeks red from the humiliation. you’re reading over the last question as best as you can, your entire body shaking from the pressure inside of you. abby mutters something along the lines of, “following me around like a dumb puppy, you’re embarrassing” and it makes you wetter. you can’t think straight. you find two words that you recognize and circle the answer you think is right — you can feel abby press a kiss into your hair, “who would’ve thought? maybe you aren’t so fuckin’ dumb after all.”

୨୧ a sigh of relief falls from your lips, feeling abby move inside of you. she’s thrusting into you as roughly as she can now, deep, calling you a stupid mutt in your ear, you’re gripping at her thighs when she continues fucking into your pussy like an animal, digging deep into that spot. you gasp when she brushes over it. “right here, huh? making you feel good here?” she’s curling her fingers up into you, practically bruising it with how hard she’s pressing against it. you choke out her name, moans and whimpers streaming from your lips before you come hard on her fingers. you’re twitching, clenching tightly around her digits, abby’s lips are on yours and she’s licking into your mouth. you can’t feel anything for a few seconds.

୨୧ abby gently fucks you through it, looking over your paper from where you both sat. she smiles down at you, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “not bad, i think you’ll pass.”

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@hyperbabes

[mblue-art]

Blue art best art! Honestly, I love coming back to your blog specifically when I need a soft huggable sans. They're the best and also your artstyle is a balm on a bad day. Have a flower, fren 💐💜

🥺 awe,, thank youuu <(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)ﾉ⁠♡

doodles u ccino (specifically @monster-kind's latte !)

[sunlit-mess]

can we make out

[rayroseu]

to all the anons who sent me asks to the "why you follow me" prompt,,,, THANK YOUUU YOU MADE MY DAY 😭😭💕💞💞💐💐✨✨✨here is my live reaction to it all KLSDKLDFK

as a gift, i hastily sketched this harveston malleus,,,, its still my dream card even until today OMLL, i KNOW he wouldve won the sled race, he would treasure his patchwork gargoyle plushie, he wouldve looks SO CUTE in those oversized knitted clothing, he wouldve enjoyed chatting with the harveston people and enjoyed apple dishes in a bonfire with everyone and may i add he would ABSOLUTELY love the sleepovers before the competition and the mini musical they did to ease tension,,,,, justtttt EVERYTHING HE DESERVES,,, 😭😭💕💕💞💞✨✨✨

harveston malleus is always on my mind 😭😭😭✨BE REAL ALREADYYY

[taurasiluvr]

ry can i be the 💐 emoji?

alsoooooo cannot stop thinking about calling diana 'daddy' while she scissors me, kissing my ankle and calling me her good girl 🤍🤍🤍🤍

omg anon stop that's gonna make me go insane

diana's hands would be pushing your legs further apart as she rubs herself against you, ignoring your whimpering and the anticipation and need building to a fever pitch. she rubbed herself against you, her pussy sliding along your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly.

"daddy, please," you'd pleaded, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire.

she'd keep ignoring your cries, her focus solely on driving you wild with need. her movements were deliberate, each rub sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, but never quite enough to bring you over the edge.

"look at you," dee murmured, her voice low and husky. "so desperate, so fuckin' needy. is this what you wanted, baby? to be reminded of who you belong to?"

"yes," you gasped, your hands clutching at the sheets as you tried to push back against her, seeking more friction, more contact. "yes, daddy, please, need you."

"that's right, fuck," she said, her tone commanding. "you're mine, all mine. my good fuckin' girl,"

with that, she shifted her position slightly, aligning herself with your slick and puffy pussy. she'd beginning rubbing herself against you, harshly, leaving no room for you to even breathe. you cried out, the sensation overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and overstimulation.

dee set a relentless pace, each rub driving hard, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. her hands gripped your ankles, holding you steady as she took you hard and fast. the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"daddy," you whimpered, your voice breaking as you felt the tension within you coil tighter, ready to snap.

"cum for me, baby," dee growled, her own voice rough with arousal. "let go."

with her permission, you let yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that left you breathless. your body trembled, your vision blurred, and all you could do was hold on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

dee continued to move, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, spent mess beneath her. finally, she slowed, her thrusts becoming gentle, almost tender, as she brought herself to climax. she let out a deep groan, her body shuddering as she found her own release, her lips finding your ankles as she peppered kisses all over them.

then she'd collapsed next to you, pulling you into her arms, both of you panting and spent. she'd held you close, her fingers gently stroking your hair as you both came down from the high.

thanks anon for the thought! & if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[leejenowrld]

helloo, what would jeno think about doing a 3some with another guy? and can I become and anon (💐)?

yesss you can absolutely be this anon, 💐. i already adore you so welcome in with open arms 🫶🏼 and oooh okay… this question??

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jeno would think he wouldn’t like it. at least not at first.

not because he’s insecure or closed off—he just doesn’t like the idea of sharing you. not your body, not your sounds, not the way your eyes glaze over when you’re too deep in it. that’s his. and even the thought of another man getting to see you like that, getting to hear the way you moan his name, how you beg when you’re right at the edge—it makes something sharp coil in the pit of his stomach. but here’s the thing: it also makes his cock twitch. because there’s a part of him, dark and buried and possessive as fuck, that likes the idea of someone else seeing what he gets to ruin every night. someone watching as you fall apart on jeno’s cock, as you call him daddy or baby or whatever sweet little thing you say when you’re needy and soaked and aching. he wants someone else to see how good he fucks you. how well he knows your body. how quickly he can make you sob without even trying.

he’d agree to it, eventually. not for the other guy—for you. and he’d make that very clear. he’d say it low in your ear while you’re laid out between them, already naked, already dripping: “you know you’re still mine, right?” and you’d nod, eyes wide, lips parted. but that’s not enough. “say it,” he’d growl, hand around your throat, thumb brushing your jaw, possessive and starving. “say who this pussy belongs to.”

and you’d say it. because you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

he’d want to watch you first—watch someone else go down on you, tongue fucking you open while he sits beside you, stroking himself, telling you how fucking pretty you look when you’re soaking someone’s face. he wouldn’t touch, not at first. just watch. burning holes into you with those dark, dangerous eyes. and when you start squirming, gasping, reaching out for him, he’d finally lean in and say, “he can make you cum, but you’ll still cry for me after.”

and when it’s his turn? when he finally slides into you, cock deep and thick and familiar? oh, he’s fucking ruthless. holding your hips down, biting at your neck, growling filth into your skin as the other guy watches. “you feel that, baby? the way your pussy squeezes around me? that’s what he doesn’t get. he doesn’t know what it’s like to feel you fall apart from the inside out.”

he’d make sure you finished on his cock. again and again. would love how overstimulated you get, how you reach back and claw at his thighs, eyes rolling back while you cry his name, even with someone else there. and the more fucked-out you get, the more possessive he becomes—gripping your jaw, spitting in your mouth, choking you lightly while he whispers, “look at him while i fuck you. let him see what it looks like when someone actually knows how to ruin you.”

it’s not about dominance over the guy—it’s about claiming you. making it undeniable that no one makes you come the way he does. and when you’re done? when your body’s trembling and twitching, skin marked with love bites and bruises and cum dripping down your thighs? jeno’s the one who’ll clean you up. who’ll kiss your lips soft, who’ll hold you in his lap and stroke your back while your breathing evens out. the other guy might’ve been part of the act, but the aftermath? that’s jeno’s alone. and he wouldn’t even have to say it for you to know it—he’s the one you melt into, the one you belong to.

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come back anytime with more of this energy, 💐. jeno’s mind is such a deliciously layered place to explore like this.

[princessbrunette]

so we all know pope is usually all nice and gentle and sweet and blahblah- buuuuuut do you think he ever drops the nice guy act and gets mean, like when he's tired or he's arguing with reader or sum

new here btw, can i be 💐 anon?:)

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oh yeah, he can be kind of snarky lowkey. in my opinion he gets pretty passive aggressive sometimes if he’s stressed or if he feels slighted by the people around him. he tries not to be that way with you, which occasionally means he takes it in the opposite direction and just snaps at you. this happens mostly when he feels like you put yourself in danger for no reason, or trusted another member of the groups word over his.

the group would be loading up the boat, getting ready to depart after a long day of running about and getting yourselves in trouble. you weren’t supposed to be with them, because pope hated putting you in danger — but now you’d thrust yourself head first into all the shenanigans and it was increasingly bothering him.

“where are we going next?” you grin, finally placing your attention on your boyfriend as he works on the bow line, not even turning his head to glance at you.

“home.” he deadpans, thick arms working at the rope and reeling it up into his grip as it becomes undone. you furrow your brows, coming to his side — still full of energy and adrenaline.

“but john b said we had to go and find—”

it’s then he turns around, voice raised just a tad as he stares down at you. “no, you’re going home. we’re finishing what we started. you weren’t even supposed to be here.” it’s a short and sudden explosion, and he does infact feel bad when he watches your face slowly fall, heart heavy with the new realisation that pope didn’t want you there. he lowers his tone, purposely backing up to seem less imposing. “go… help kie on the deck.” he’s quieter, and you nod— not wanting to take any more of his time.

he sighs, pushing his palms into his eyes as he inwardly cusses himself out for being so mean to you. his blonde best friend comes rumbling down the steps to the boat, slowing his roll when he notices pope in distress.

“you good?”

“no. i was just unnecessarily mean.”

“to your girl? why, man?” jj approaches, perching on the side of the boat as pope stares over at the pier, squinting in the afternoon sun.

“because i’m an idiot.”

“yeah, well. been there, brother. just… make it right. she’ll be fine.” he pats his back, departing.

when the pogues drop you home, you don’t have much to say. avoiding pope all together as you offer them a small smile and climb off, clutching the arms of your backpack tight with clammy hands to stop from crying.

it’s around 11PM when they finish up doing what needs to be done. pope arrives at your door with a bouquet of flowers he purchased from the gas station and a guilty smile.

“so, i’m a dick… aaaand, i feel like i owe you a big explanation. may i come in?”

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[samsblades]

thinking about you being an angel and sammy being completely and utterly in love in u. you're just so sweet n caring, and ur this celestial being that's so much more powerful than him but he still feels this need to protect u from everything bad in the world!!

and you're just so nice to everyone, u dont understand when ppl are being jerks or sarcastic until sam pulls you away with a gentle hand on ur back and tells u. "honey, stay away from ppl like that, ok?" he's all worried and you just smile and nod

and you're so curious, always asking him questions and he loves to answer you! he's sitting down, staring up at u with a gaze so soft and loving while u pace around and ramble on about the things on earth u dont understand

i just loveee this dynamic i think it's so sweet 💕

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YES THIS DYNAMIC IS MY FAVORITEEE heheh i love angel reader x sam soooo much kissy kissy muah muah okay sorry lol

no cuz just like. i love it i love all of this. i loveeee the idea of protective sam and then you being protective of him during a fight and he's like "no, wait-" and then he remembers that you're a literal angel as you absolutely slay your opponents literally and he's like heart eyes <33

and then he gets to be all protective in a more emotional way probably, with rude people like you mentioned!! he takes a sort of (very respectful) pride in being able to teach you things and help you learn about the human world.

and UGH the idea of him sitting and looking up at you as rant <33 he's got the hugest heart eyes (as per usual) and he's just. so in love wow <333 this idea is just the cutest to me i love it. and even if you're talking a mile a minute, he takes careful note of each and everything that you don't quite understand, and even if he doesn't explain it to you right away, he takes the time and effort to explain the little things when he gets the chance over the time, like when the subject comes up, or he randomly thinks of it during a quiet moment. he never sounds condescending or anything, he is always so sweet and kind and thorough about it <333 love him so much ugh

[000-dotz]

hi love just came from your other blog and im very happy to be here at the same time as im getting into them ❣️ ANY NICHOLAS THOUGHTS PLEEEAK PLEAK PLEAKalso can i be 🧮 anon

omg hihihihi!!! i'm so glad u're here yayayay <3 ofc u can be 🧮 anon!!

okay so i've been thinking about eater nicho for a while after seeing this pic and i just can't get it off of my mind... just the sight of his head buried between your thighs would be enough, but when he looks up at you with those hooded eyes before kissing your pussy, wrapping his arms around your thighs to spread your legs further apart... he'd start off slow and soft with little kitten licks, his tongue swirling around your clit <3 and then he'd speed up, wrapping his perfect lips around your bud before slipping two fingers into your hole, completely intoxicated off of your taste alone. he'd edge you too, pulling away to kiss up your thighs as soon as you get close, laughing softly when you complain about his teasing ><

[fanficfox]

as a dancer the wii fit video lives in my head rent free like thinking about teaching schlatt my stretches and warmups and he’s flirting with me the whole time🤭i’m so down bad

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yesss! i actually use to be a dancer too...i was in classes and competitions for 12 years! so thinking about teaching him dances and other things while he being flirty and maybe groping and smacking my ass...god, heaven!!

then at the end i compliment him and i'm like "you did really good baby!" and then he says "thank you!....now can you suck my dick? ☺️'' i just blush heavily and nod...knowing he deserves it for all the hard work he did and for actually trying :)

[artist-rat]

HGGGG JUST WANNA SAY YOUR ART IS SO PRETTY …

thank u anon!!!

[itsrlymine]

helloo! i made an appreciation post some time ago but now i’m here for sharing success stories! (could i be 💐 anon?)

so i eat breakfast sandwiches nearly every day before school and on sunday i saw there weren’t any left in the freezer. buttt, being a master manifestor i decided that nope, i actually have as many as i want because of course i do! then boom, monday morning my mom tells me there are more in the freezer because it was restocked.

tuesday i was in a rush to get ready for school and i asked to get picked up at a certain time, but i wasn’t ready by then. so, i affirmed “my ride won’t be here until the moment i am exactly ready to get picked up” and it sure happened!

even while writing this i just manifested being made breakfast and having a comfortable morning. the 3D is trying to show me that I have a B in one of my video editing classes but I know that’s not true because I have A’s in all of my classes and am one of the top students!

Thank you so much for this blog, it’s deff helped me realize my power more. if it helps anyone else, anytime i find myself doubting “oh i wish i had this” “oh i really want that” just remember that your wants = your haves and it makes life so much easier. wishing you a great day! more successes otw. [3

yes yes yes yes!!! it's so simple when you understand it's just you!!!!! omg babes thank you for sharing ugh i love these so muuch

[miifu666]

I just started following you and i already love you ❤ anyways...

If Suklha and Wukong never married, who would she have married and why?

JSHSKSJKS 😭♡♡♡♡

Honestly, there wont be anyone she would marry.

She's not considered "beautiful" in ancient chinese standard. No long black/white hair thats styled in the recent trending hairdo. Her skin isnt flawless, fair and soft. Its riddled with freckles, a little harsh and callous. Nothing about her is considered "graceful and elegant" she's daunting and heavy, And she wears glasses, something that back then was considered as a signature of old age, pair that with her grey ish hair. She's obviously "not ripe" or so they say it.

I mean there was once a celestial guard who took a liking to her. In a sea of humans and gods showing her prejudice, this man was kind enough to give Suklha a chance. But even as he tried to be open and understanding to her, her differing opinion and view is too much for him.

He was a kind and heroic soldier, while she's a corupted godlike being. He tried to get closer to her, asked her out on a date, preparing such thoughtful gifts and activity. Yet as time pass by, every word that she uttered is starting to sound more cynical and judgemental, her passionate eyes starting to look predatory, heck even the usual playfulness is starting to hurt. That guy who made Suklha feel comfortable in her own skin and around him just, betrayed her. Thinking she's turning into more of a menace than he thought, practically turning her in.

That was the last sort of love Suklha experienced before Wukong, everything after that is just flings and non committed relationship. Wukong is the only one who persisted and annoyed most of her "flings" by stalking her and doing his courtships.

It's weird, if both of them were human. Its definitely horrible and invading any sort of privacy. Luckily they're not, its normal actually. His determination was a fresh air for her, it was full of stubbornness and self confidence.

If Suklha and Wukong never married, i believe she would just have her friends to keep her company. Losing interest in romantic love all together, focusing more on her career. She'll put more importance in her friends than lover.