#🔮 anon

[nottsangel]

artrick who end up blackmailing camgirl reader that they know and will tell all their frat bros if she doesn't let them join on a live hehehegehehehejdjd 🔮

— artrick and camgirl!reader

ugh i love dark stuff like this…. patrick and art would be so sneaky with it though, you wouldn’t even realise they’re basically blackmailing you. they’d be so sly and manipulative, each in their own way.

like imagine getting ready, with roughly an hour left before going live again as you were finishing your make-up, already clad in a red lingerie set— a viewer favourite. staring at yourself in the mirror, lost in thought, you clumsily dropped your lipstick when loud knocks resonated through your dorm room, making you flinch momentarily. fuck. you cursed at yourself, instantly knowing it was your two best friends on the other side of the door, as they were the only ones you hung out with but god, their timing couldn’t be worse.

and when you opened the door after quickly putting on a silk robe, the atmosphere immediately felt… different? both patrick and art eyed you with dark, intense eyes, in a way you’d never seen before, and it made you extremely nervous.

“uhm… what’s up? sorry, but i don’t have much time…”

“we know you don’t.” patrick began as they both casually walked into your dorm room as if it was their own. “what? what does— what does that mean?” you gulped. what if they…

“what patrick is trying to say, is that, uhm… we know about your… how do i say this… side hustle.” your eyes widened in an instant, heart pounding in your throat, making each breath a struggle. all the worst-case scenarios flashed through your mind, causing your breathing to quicken and your knees to weaken.

“oh… my god.” was all you could utter before both patrick and art rushed over to you when you began to panic, an expression of faux empathy on their faces. “hey, hey, it’s okay. it’s just us that know... for now.” patrick reassured you, muttering the last part under his breath as they both gently set you down on your bed, one on each side of you and both their hands resting on your bare thighs.

“how do you…”

“doesn’t matter how. what matters is that, others might see it, you know? like, our friends? i mean, you know how they are…” patrick moved his hand to your face, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, meeting your glossy eyes as tears welled up. “yeah… we all share the same laptop and we might, you know, forget to delete the browser history and they all would see the stuff you do on there…” art added, his hand inching closer to your cunt, causing you to instinctively spread your legs slightly wider as you tried to control your fast breathing.

“bet they would jerk off while watching you like fucking creeps. hand wrapped around their cocks as they watch you undress… or worse… they might share it with everyone. and soon the entire school would know about the things you do late at night, all alone in your little dorm room.” at this point, panic overtakes you completely as your hands clutch the edge of the bed so tightly that your knuckles turn white and you firmly bite your lip to stifle your sobs.

“shhh, baby, don’t worry. you know we won’t let that happen, right? i mean, we got a plan… but you gotta calm down for us, okay?” art cooed as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek to calm you down and wipe your tears. meanwhile, outside your vision, patrick eyed you lustfully as he bit his lip, feeling his boner grow at the sight of your red lace bra peeking out from your robe. you sniffed, feeling yourself gradually calm down at his reassuring words before nodding, desperate to end this nightmare.

“so uhm… how about you let us join, hm? that way we’ll make sure it’ll never get leaked. i mean… if we’re also involved, we’ll work extra hard to make sure no one else gets to see it, you know?” patrick explains, squeezing your thigh as his eyes shift from yours down to your lips. “yeah, yeah, then it’ll be just as much of a risk for you as it is for us… what do you say, baby?”

and without thinking twice, you nod eagerly while hurriedly wiping your tears with the silk sleeves of your robe, feeling happy and grateful to have such caring best friends who always look out for you… <3

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[erwinsvow]

uuuh love the kook!best friend idea??? the trio would be so overprotective of her??? at keggers she would just make small talk with some pogues and they'll be 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️like right next to her!

- 🔮

rafe is getting weirdly possessive over you, you think for a moment, standing near the keg and waiting patiently for your turn to get a drink. you don't think he's ever been so.... territorial. or maybe he has been, and you've just been ignoring it, thinking that he's been a really good, really close friend—looking out for you the way he does.

you can feel eyes burning holes into the back of your head, three sets of eyes in particular. your friends are funny—charmingly stupid, annoying arrogant, and a whole host of other things, but they've always been funny. it's why you guys get along so well, you return their jokes and comments at the same pace, more often than not even cracking jokes that make rafe break his stoic facade.

but he has been, you reflect, stepping up to whichever pogue is pouring the beer today—breaking his facade. you thought you were going a little crazy, thinking that he's actually being nicer to you, until kelce and top comment on it too. even today, he picked you up from your place first, letting you crawl into the front seat even though the other boys complain about being smushed in the back endlessly. he complimented your dress, even asked if it was new, which it was. he even got you your first drink without you asking for it, the strawberry seltzer that you're sure the pogues hosting didn't have lying around.

you feel surprisingly giddy about it—after all, you're still a girl, still their newer friend. like any other girl, you worry your new friends won't like you or that there's some ulterior motive going on. rafe's being a little weird, but he's always thinking about something that he doesn't talk about until days later. you think it'll pass like it always does.

"ah, ah," the blond pogue boy says—the cute one some of your girl friends buy weed from occasionally, when rafe can't deliver. "what's the magic word?"

you giggle at his antics, your worry about rafe floating away. you keep chatting with him, reaching in for the red cup twice, that he pulls up and over his head—impossible for you to grasp.

fifteen feet away, rafe watches jj tease you with the beer cup, jaw clenching while top and kelce see what he's staring at.

"see, boys. now that is not okay." he gestures to you with the cup in his own hand, watching your tiny dress ride up as you jump to get your beer from jj. "that pogue is disrespectin' our girl."

"rafe, i think it's just a joke-" top interjects, but he gets interrupted himself.

"nah, nah, man. these pogues. they think it's funny. i'll show him funny. c'mon." rafe stalks over, and the two boys follow. you don't notice but jj does, lowering the cup and staring at something—or someone—behind you.

"havin' fun, huh?" rafe questions, and you spin around. the jerk scared you—kelce and top surrounding you like bodyguards.

"guys, what are you-"

"i think she's all set, pogue. you can fuck off now."

"don't you have some store to rob?"

"guys, c'mon, it's a beer-"

"it's alright, princess, i see these three musketeers have an issue, so i'll just catch you around, hm?"

jj walks away, leaving the beer he poured for you on the log. you smile apologetically at him, fist clenching in anger at your stupid, stupid friends.

"you idiots. what the hell was that? i can't even talk to someone now-"

"what the hell's that mean, i'll catch you around?" rafe says, cutting you off. "you talkin' to that pogue?"

you pick up the beer and splash it over rafe's head.

"no, you asshole. it's a figure of speech and we live on the same island. jesus christ."

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Putting in a request for a Hannigram x fem reader??? I was thinking along the lines of already established relationships, and while out together, some man/women hits on the reader, and then we get jealous Hannigram 🥰🫠

I mean jealous Hannibal is a given. He dosent like people touching what's his, but he keeps his composure. But Will... oh, Will I think would ne not subtle at allll. Defo some angst but also some hints of smut and fluff

Suddenly meats on the menu that night 💀

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A hot and cold sensation jolted through you as you were startled by your heel suddenly breaking. You stumbled, but an arm caught and steadied you.

"Woah there, that was close," the man who had caught you said. "Are you okay?"

You looked up at him, his kind, nondescript face greeting you with a smile. You smiled back sheepishly, feeling your face heat. It was mortifying enough that your heel had given out, leaving you limping for the rest of the night, but it would've been worse to fall flat on your face in public.

"Thank you so much," you said, relieved even as your heart still raced with adrenaline. "I'm sorry for almost slamming into you."

"Nonsense, I'm glad I caught you," he said, his eyes wandering a little to further take you in. "Can I help you to your seat?"

"Um, if it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't want to impose..."

He chuckled, offering you his arm. "It would be my pleasure to help a beautiful woman such as yourself."

You waved this off and smiled demurely, both accepting the compliment and remaining politely reserved. You didn't want to encourage him, but it was a kindness that you were grateful for.

Your free hand took hold of the railing as you went up the steps toward the balcony seats of the opera house. You led him down the hall, murmuring the seat numbers as you searched for yours.

"Did you come here by yourself?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm with company. I just needed to use the restroom and insisted they go ahead." you made sure your ring was visible then, so there would be no confusion. "It's in here."

The two of you pivoted, walking into the balcony. Will glanced over his shoulder as he heard you, and he immediately stood up. The sudden movement made Hannibal look back as well, but he remained composed.

"My shoe's broken," you explained, bashfully showing the heel you were holding. You turned to the man who had helped you, inclining your head gratefully. "Thank you so much again. You spared me the humiliation."

He smiled once again, though it was more strained as he was all too aware of the two men nearby. "My pleasure. Impossible to ignore a lovely lady in distress, am I right?"

The question had been directed at Will, who was staring him down, every muscle in his body tense. You noticed his fingers twitching.

"Yes, that's right," he said through gritted teeth. "We've got it from here, though. Thanks."

The man bid you all good night and quickly left, wanting to escape the tense atmosphere. Will reached out a hand for you to help you to your seat.

"See? I told you, I should have stayed and waited for you," he said as you sat down. "I don't like strangers touching you."

"It's not like we knew that would happen. He was just being nice," you said with a shrug, trying to get him with you.

Will grunted and stayed put, still not happy. "By the look on his face when he saw us, I'm not convinced his intentions were totally pure."

You raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Hannibal. "A little help?"

"I'm afraid I have to agree with him on this one," he said, adjusting in his seat so his body faced you.

You glanced at both of them in turn. A part of you was thrilled at their jealousy -- your body knew well what the consequences of this could be -- but at the same time, you just wanted to have a nice night out with them.

"But I'm here now, in one piece, and I'm all yours," you reassured, taking Hannibal's hand and extending your free one towards Will once again. "The show's gonna start soon, come on Will, please sit."

He bowed down to kiss your knuckles, looking at you through his lashes. There was a dark promise in his eyes that made heat pool in your belly. "I will in time, my love, but first, covetous hands must be dealt with."

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[princessbrunette]

Ok walk with me.. SO one day reader was so needy for rafe and couldn’t wait any longer so she came without rafe being there so when rafe got home he was like why are you so wet? So he punished her or whatever but from then on he does like an every day pussy check.. like after he comes home from business he slides down your painties and if you didn’t touch it while he was gone he would reward you

I feel like this could apply to jj or john b to tho too

-🔮

the idea of rafe just approaching you, not even needing to ask anymore — just lifting up your skirt and slotting his hand into your panties is sooooooo. he’d even go as far as to do it in semi public when he didn’t get the chance to check you at home, pulling you into a private room and backing you into a corner like the bully he is :(

“rafey not now.” you mewl, tugging protectively at your skirt knowing he was seconds away from simply shoving your hands aside and checking himself. his mouth turns downward and he shrugs, looking around.

“you uh, got something to hide? what is this, lift that shit up.” he demands and you do as you’re told, lifting your skirt and pulling your panties to the side. he gets all in your space now, sliding his fingers through your folds with parted lips and a concentrated gaze. “you always this fuckin’ wet kid? jesus.”

“didnt touch it daddy, i swear.” you pout. he presses his lips together, eyeing you up deciding if he believes you or not.

“hm.”

[ozzgin]

Hello.

I, uh, got you a flower.

🌹

It's pretty, like you.

God that sounded so cringy

Introvert anon

Coincidentally enough, a lot of you have gone for flowers lately. So much, in fact, that I am now buried under an ever-growing pile or bouquets, and thus will have to make this my eternal tomb of rest.

Jokes aside, once we finally move and settle down a little bit, I shall acquire a big bouquet of flowers and put it on my table; a reminder to all you cuties out there. :)

[sea-lanterns]

Vet!Reader watching a giant, menacing panther walk into her room and observe her. She was supposed to just be giving a House Cat a checkup and her intimidating.. Father? Is staring her down.

In reality Arlecchino just likes watching the nerdy girl in her element

- 🔮

Vet! Reader feeling an intense shiver run down her spine when Panther! Arlecchino prowls into her clinic to make sure her adopted daughter is doing fine for her check up.

It feels like she’s glaring needles into your back while you work on Lynette, but rest assured; Arlecchino does not plan on eating you! If anything, she’s just admiring you because Arle has a weakness for cute nerdy women like you who take care of others. She loves hearing your soothing voice as you call Lynette a “good girl” and reward her for her compliance with treats and head scritches.

I can see Lynette getting annoyed that Arlecchino “insists” on tagging along for her checkups as she’d much rather be alone with you. However, she can’t deny her adopted father and can only show irritation when Arlecchino intrudes on your private checkups with the house cat 😅

Father, Lynette wants some alone time with the Vet! You can have your alone time with the Vet when it’s your time to checkup 🤭

[megameatymatt]

Cookies and Cuts - Jake Webber

summary: Jake find's out about Y/N sh

WARNINGS: swearing, SH (self h@rm), Mentions of blood, Mentions of blades, crying, Mentions of su!c!de, angst, panic attack, overthinking??, mention of death, fem!reader.

requested: yup! right here

word count: 1,029

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! stay slutty ok bye💋

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pink: y/n

red: Jake webber

9:45pm

"Did you buy the chocolate chips?" You say walking into Jake's kitchen. "How could I forget the chocolate chips?" he says taking a bowl out of the cabinet.

Jake had invited you to his place to make cookies while Johnnie and Carrington were out doing whatever the fuck they were doing. You and Jake have been dating for the past 4 and a half months now.

But no matter how many times he's said he loves you, you're always too scared to get close to him. scared that he might find out about the cuts on your arms, thighs, and anywhere else. You've never brought it up to anyone. Not Jake, not Carrington, nobody.

You hated your scars, they made you feel ugly. but you couldn't stop. cutting became somewhat of an addiction, Your only way to cope. It started with just a way to deal with stress, but now, even a minor inconvenience could send you back to the blades, the blood, and the bandages.

Sometimes, you would look at other girls and wish you could swap bodies. You'd take their clean arms and thighs, and you could give them yours. At least they'd have enough confidence to show their scars and not hide under hoodies and long pants.

"Brown sugar?" you say scrolling on your phone as you read through the recipe. "Yup, up here". He walks over and swings the cabinet door open. As you raise your hand up to reach for the sugar, your sleeve rolls up a bit.

You quickly grab the sugar and put your arm back down. But it was too late, Jake had already seen the red cuts that drew across your wrist. You weren't completely sure if he saw it or not, but you avoided his gaze, hoping he wouldn't say anything.

And he didn't. He watches you grab milk from the fridge. As you finally set everything up on the table you gain the courage to finally face Jake. He's still by the cabinet, frozen. "Jake? Are you okay?" You already know what he saw, but you're still trying to play it off.

"Uhm, yeah. I'm fine, just zoned out" He's lying through his teeth. You're not mad he tried to brush it off, you're just scared he won't love you anymore. "Great, let's make cookies!" you say forcing your face into a smile. He smiles back, but his mind is elsewhere, you take a deep breath and start prepping the ingredients.

11:27pm

"I still can't believe you burnt a whole tray of cookies, what a waste!" You say climbing into Jake's bed. "I was a bit distracted okay?" he says pulling the sheets over the two of you. "Yeah, whatever." You say, rolling your eyes.

You've been trying to ignore the situation, but it's been hard. He just went silent, he wasn't cracking jokes or being stupid, he was too scared to even get close to you. You wanted to curl up in a ball and die. You couldn't take it anymore

You pull out your phone and scroll through Instagram. "Hey Y/N?" You turn to face him, His head down fidgeting with his fingers. Then he looks up. "A-, are you okay?" He says staring into your eyes. Your heart drops into your stomach. "Yeah, Yeah i-im good" "You sure?" "Yeah, why are you asking?" He reaches for your arm and rolls your sleeve up to your elbow. His eyes grow wide when he sees your scars, Old and new scattered across your forearm. You quickly snatch your arm away from him and your gaze falls into your lap. Tears threaten to roll down your cheeks and your hands start shaking.

I Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He hates me. What am i doing here? He can't love a girl like me. Why am I like this?

You drown in your thoughts for what feels like forever, then you hear his voice. "Why?" He sounds like he's holding back tears, his voice cracking. But you can't look at him, you don't want to see what you've done, how you've hurt him. You quickly shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. You don't know what to say, where you should start, or if you should even speak at all. Your breathing starts getting faster and he quickly shuffles beside you and holds you. "It's okay, you're fine, just breathe Y/N. In and out, you'll be fine, you'll be just fine"

12:35pm

You've been calm for a while now, but you still haven't said a word. Neither has Jake, he just sat there, pressing your back against his chest. "Why'd you do it? Cause of me? How can I help you get better?" You only knew the answer to one of those questions "No, never because of you. I love you" You choke out. "So what, why'd you do it." He keeps asking you "why", but not even you know the answer to that question. "I don- I don't know, Jake."

You want to cry again, but you hold back. "I-I guess it was a-a way of coping? With l-like stress, and my thoughts." Jake's crying again but you can't bring yourself to look at him. "What are your 'thoughts'?" he says wiping tears off his cheeks. What aren't your thoughts? You shrug your shoulders and Jake asks another question.

"Why'd you never tell me? Have you ever tried to, um, attempt?" Jake struggled and hesitated to get his question out. You knew you didn't have to answer it if you didn't want to. But you did answer it. Talking about it out loud to someone was starting to help you piece your thoughts together. "Scared" you reply bluntly.

"Scared to die? or scared to tell me?" You choke up, failing to hold back your tears. "B-both". He slowly nods to himself trying to understand.

"Do you still wanna talk about this?" He asks worried he might be making you uncomfortable. "Do you wanna know anything else?" you say. "Will you quit?" The question immediately brings you to tears. "It's ok baby, I'm here for you. You're not alone. I wanna help you, i still love you."

tags: @zumarockkkkkkkkk @loveyouuuuuuuuuuuu1 @sturnobsessedwh0re

[lavouredior]

gimme bunny!reader x soft!lucifer :3 🔮

when i tell you i ADORE bunny!reader so i’m gonna eat this uppp !!

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, reader rides lucifer, not proofread, female reader / she/her pronouns used, bunny!reader is in heat. no use of y/n, lucifer refers to reader as bunny or bun, slight aftercare

you laid on the shared bed you and lucifer had, sweat forming on your forehead as you moved yourself into a ball position.

lucifer was busy helping his daughter charlie with her new hotel project meaning he was gonna be gone for a while longer. which also meant his little bunny was gonna be stuck dealing with the beginning of her heat alone.

it had to have been at least three more hours before your boyfriend had returned home. “oh bunny i’m home!” he yelled from the front door knowing you’d likely be near waiting for him to arrive back.

when you hadn’t immediately ran up to him to embrace him into a hug is when he began to worry. “bunny?” he said this time louder than his original welcoming.

he started to walk towards the bedroom, pausing when he heard a couple sniffles coming from behind the shut door. he knew you were sometimes on the more sensitive side but he was always worried you could be in danger since he is the king of hell.

he immediately opened the door expecting to have to fight someone but immediately calmed when he noticed no one was in the room except his little bunny. “hi luci” you meekly mustered out.

lucifer frowned realizing what was going on, his little bunny started her heat and he wasn’t anywhere near to help. he noticed the tears falling down your face and immediately laid down on the bed next to you and pulled you up so that you could lay against him.

“bunny, why didn’t you call me, i would’ve came to help you sooner.” he started moving the pieces of your hair off your face before he started wiping your tears.

“knew you were busy” you meant for it to come out as you usually talk but you couldn’t muster up anything louder than a whisper.

he shook his head “bunny. you know you’re supposed to call me if anything like this happens.” this wasn’t the first time you went into heat and didn’t tell lucifer. he wasn’t mad about it, more sad that you wouldn’t even think about calling him.

of course, he didn’t have time to worry about that. he had to help his little bunny. “what do you need right now, bun?” usually you would respond and tell him that you wanted him inside of you in one way or another. this was not one of those times. instead you just moved so you straddled him and practically whimpered out “empty”

lucifer immediately lifted your hips, which caused a couple of whimpers to come out of you due to the loss of contact. “hey, hey, it’s okay” he said while undoing his pants.

he moved your shorts and underwear to the side before sliding you down his length. “that what you needed bun?” you didn’t answer, instead you wrapped your arms around him and started rocking your hips back and forth causing your boyfriend to let out a slight moan.

he immediately moved his hands back to your hips and started moving you up and down his length causing you to drop your head into his shoulder and let out a couple of muffled moans.

“it’s okay bun i got you.” he left a kiss on your cheek before starting to buck his hips into you while still moving your hips up and down. “luciiiii” you let out as you moved your head out of his shoulder causing him to smile. “there’s my little bunny.”

he started thrusting up into you as you held his shoulders to move yourself up and down against his length. he noticed the look on your face being the one you usually made when you were close and he started thrusting up harder into you causing whimpers to leave your mouth every time he thrusted up.

“close luci” you meekly said causing him to start playing with your little bunny ears that were always the most sensitive during your heat. “i know bun, i know, i am too.” he barely managed to let out.

after his next thrust your walls immediately clamped down on him causing him to come inside of you, wings showing and wrapping around your body. as your head hid in his neck.

“you feeling better bun?” he asked as he pulled you off of his length and moved you to sit on his chest. “mhm” you mustered out. he smiled “okay bunny, how about we have a bath together? bunch of rubber ducks just how you like it.” you pulled your head out of his neck and matched his smile.

[fcthots]

no thoughts, just the idea of jason grabbing and holding our hands while he’s literally in our guts— i need this man carnally ‼️

- 🔮 (i havent been here in so long i literally forgot which emoji i was 😭)

i missed you, Non!!!

Looking at him makes me need to chew on wood

He lets out the out the most unholy moan you've ever heard, if you can even call it that. It's somewhere between a pant, a whine, and a moan. You swear you can feel it in his dick. Other than him, the only other sound that draws your attention is the slapping of his body against yours.

He feels good, hitting just the right spots and fast. from the angle you're at, your forehead slides against his collarbone and shoulder. You can't help but watch him slide in and out of you. That is, until he speeds up more. It adds just the right amount of pleasure until you're sure you're about to cum. Your head falls back against the pillows he left behind you, always making sure you're comfortable. Your fingers twist into the sheets in anticipation.

"Wait," he pants. "Come here." His hand reaches for yours as a whine slips out past his lips. He intertwines your fingers together and squeezes.

Bonus:

"Let's do it together, baby. You ready?"

You nod.

"Three." His hips slam harder than they have all night and you swear you're seeing stars.

"Two." You moan without inhibition, unable to think. All that exists in the moment is what is on your bed.

"One." His hand squeezes yours.

[rodolfoparras]

Alec stop trying to give me piss kink I'm fighting for my life here. That last Price post with it was- I can't even comment on it. I'm like...one Simon post away from falling into 😭

-🔮

I present to you TF141 w/ a piss kink

Ghost would never ask you to piss on him but he’d do everything to get it, if he’s sucking you off and you feel like you’re about to piss he’ll keep going eyes set in determination vigorously sucking your dick til you grant him his wish. No dick? No problem he’ll happily burry his face between your legs till you’re freely pissing on his face.

Soap wouldn’t be ashamed at all he’d clean you up real good after you pissed on him, looking content as ever while lapping at your cock , would want to kiss you afterwards, gets even more turned on by doing so

Price would discover he had a piss kink from out of the blue, pushing and pressing his bladder while pinning him down under your weight during a training session and although he’s warning you to not do it you couldn’t care less and before you know of it he’s pissing himself whining and whimpering in embarrassment but you just grind on him, rubbing your dick upon his clothed crotch til you cum in your pants, both of you now completely soaked

Gaz never thought he’d be into it maybe he had read about it somewhere or heard about it from the other members and he just couldn’t let that thought go what would it be like if you pissed on him ? somehow he manages to voice his requests and as he’s down on his knees while in the shower stalls, he’s looking up at you expectantly, your hand is around his neck asking him one more time for reassurance before you’re pissing all over his pretty thighs watching the way he’s pathetically squeezing his legs together in search of relief while whimpering

Spitball w/ me?

[artdcnaldson]

helloooo cat ☺️☺️

Since there’s a small community of late bloomer baddies over here (myself included) I thought of a dilf! art AU thats been brewing in my head

Okay so imagine late bloomer reader (maybe like 23ish) who’s not had her first kiss , has no one interested in her, feels dejected and undesirable and very lonely all the time, sick of hearing useless advice, just needs to feel wanted and cared for.

Enter freshly divorced and retired dilf ! Art ,, who just wants to take care of someone, and here’s reader who will positively combust from any amount of attention he pays to her ,, and he just wants to take care of her ,,, and eliminate all her insecurity,,, and corrupt her into the perfect toy for him 🥰🥰🥰 (also I’m not good at writing sex stuff but imagine that there’s a lot of (mean/soft) dom art / sub reader dynamics -, and ropes/cuffs/ toys and the like)

But all that aside, it’s also a weirdly compatible and caring partnership between them ,, they both understand the feeling of being unwanted /second best ,, and art gets the chance of a fresh start , and reader gets a partner who makes her feel safe and wanted

Also u know that theory that if a person feels safe around someone they start getting sleepy around them,, maybe that’s how art figures out that reader feels safe w him,, and then it becomes their thing ,, he’s there to hold her after a long day or just because ,, to rub her back and braid her hair and cuddle her and tell her that he’s here and everything’s gonna be fine and affirm / reassure her UGH and she’s so overwhelmed and cries everytime from how good he is to her ,,,

Wow I’ve no idea what came over me while I was writing this but I hope cat and cat hive can match my freak 🙏

🔮 anon

Ouugghhh I needed this softness rn I’m upset and this is exactly what I yearn for </3

DILF era art 🩷🩷🩷 my beloved

Divorced and lonely bc he doesn’t get to see Lily as often as he’s used to. He’s happy to coparent, he knows that’s important for Lily, but he misses having a house that’s loud and lively all the time. It’s why he thinks he starts dating so quickly. He’s 31 and already crashed out in one marriage, in his career… he needs someone to devote himself to again.

He meets you somewhere so normal— maybe a bookstore where he was buying something to busy his time on a quiet weekend. You’re sitting in the little cafe reading and drinking a coffee, and he thinks you’re so pretty that he can’t help but introduce himself. He’s surprised when you’re surprised by his attention to you, how your eyes widen and you stammer all nervously when he talks to you.

You spend an hour talking about books, about movies you like and how bad the coffee is. The next week you meet to do the same thing. It goes on for a month before you realize that these are dates, that you’re actively pursuing this older man (not a decade older, but close to it). But maybe it makes sense in a way. You never got on with the guys your age, never understood the machinations of dating online and how not to come on too strong and how not to come off as uninterested. Art makes it easy. You’re both on the same page.

It’s a slow build. He kisses you for the first time at your car. He asks if he can, and when you nod he tilts your head up and presses his lips to yours— slow, soft. It’s nice, it’s comfortable. It makes you feel like the years of yearning for someone to sweep you off your feet and be all of your firsts was worth it.

[nottsangel]

trainer!Art who keeps serving the ball too hard for you to deflect & then reprimands you by making you clean up every single tennis ball he littered across the court. he says it's to help w conditioning, but lets be real..... the man just wanted to see you bent over & exhausted in ur tiny new skirt 🥺🔮 (such a perv i love him)

ugh the way his head would tilt a little and his mouth would slightly hang open, murmuring a ‘fuck’ under his breath as he nearly drools at the sight of you bending over to pick up each tennis ball, your breathing heavy, but as soon as you turn back around, his mesmerised face would quickly shift to a neutral expression, nodding in approval as he calls you a good girl <3

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[insomniakisses]

Okay but thoughts on Spider-Chan (maybe some fluff plss) 👀👀

Also can I be 🔮 anon pleeeeaasee

Ofc u can! Welcome 🔮 anon :) there is fluff mostly but smut below the header that indicates it.

Spider Chan hcs

Meeting and getting together

I feel like he’s a cross between Andrew’s Spider-Man and video game Spider-Man.

He’s a happy guy but he’s definitely not boy next door

He meets you by saving you,

He just swoops in and scoops you up checking if your okay.

He’s cocky and definitely flirts with you

After your initial meeting he checks up on you from time to time

He realises your in classes together, he approaches you as not spider-man and just himself

Stupidly, he thinks you won’t recognise his voice

And at first you don’t, well until he laughs

Your like wait… wait I know you and his eyes widen and cheeks flush saying “oh.. You remember”

Ask him on a date, do it right now and he’s a blushing bumbling mess

Clears his throat acting “cool” saying yeah thats cool I’ll be there but turns around walking into the wall.

Relationship

He’s the best boyfriend you could ask for tbh

So protective, he can’t help it he is a hero he knows what dangers are out there

Follows you if your going out alone, he feels such a big need to protect you

If you’re late he will spidey swing you across town

I feel like he comes home beat up and bleeding a lot

You need a med kit at home at all times, because he refuses to let anyone help but you when he’s like this.

You get him cleaned up and into bed and he whines till you’re cuddling with him.

He loves a good cuddle after saving the world because he needs to know you’re both okay.

NSFW Content Ahead (MINORS DNI)

Boy is horny

We all know he is

Loves a spidey blow job

Something about being upside down on one of his webs as you suck his cock drives him insane

His suit leaves very little to the imagination

You can see every damn detail of that cock and his balls

It only adds to his cockiness

But he’ll get shy if you point it out

Some how he always rips up his suits in his fights and comes home body half exposed.

Always raring to go after a good fight

He just comes home and crawls into bed pushing in as you wake up from your sleep

Sometimes he won’t want sex but just needs to be cockwarmed for the cloesness

A/n: hope this you enjoyed this!

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Praying for some Hannibal x reader x Will?

Just some domestic bliss I'm begging the angst of life is to real.

Love your work. Hope your doing well 🫶🏻

~ 🔮

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ hope you are too!!

(Will might be slightly ooc here but it was too funny an opportunity to pass up lmao)

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“Shit…” you mumbled, using oven mitts to pull out the disaster that dessert had become. “Hannibal, I told you not to leave me in charge of the soufflé! It collapsed in on itself…”

Will came over to inspect the damage, baring his teeth and making a ‘yeesh’ face. You glared at him, annoyed, and he raised his hands as a sign of peace.

Hannibal came out of the pantry then, and you felt mild despair at having accidentally ruined one of his carefully crafted confections.

“It’s alright, those are pretty delicate, I should have known it was nearly ready when I stepped away…” he said mildly, his eyes sliding from it to you. “Please don’t despair, my darling, I don’t blame you at all.”

“But what are we going to serve for dessert now? Should Will and I run to the store?”

“I could eat some chocolate chip cookies. I like Pillsbury dough,” Will said with a shrug.

At that, Hannibal did look aghast. “No, no, trust me we have plenty of ingredients here to make something else.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “Well, we have a little bit of time before Jack and Bella get here… but I’m scared of offering help again.”

“Nonsense,” Hannibal scoffed. “I refuse to let one minor mistake defeat you.”

You looked over at Will helplessly and he leaned against the marble counter all too casually.

“I can be your cheerleader from the sidelines,” he offered with the slightest shake of his head — can’t help you here.

You heaved a sigh, promising yourself you’d get payback for it later.

“Alright then, so where do we start?”

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[ozzgin]

Hello,, I've been a silent spectator for a while, liking and reposting everything that makes my heart and lower heart flutter in excitement ✨

I also really love your silly posts and I'd like to join your group of anonymous horny spectators, that scream at you in excitement for your wonderful fantasy monsters <3

May I be your 🌚 (pervert moon) Anon? :)

Ps. I hope you'll have a wonderful night filled with sweet dreams ✨

It is my pleasure to have you and everyone else in this family, anon. Speaking of everyone else...

I have included some of the anon proposals in this post, just as a way to keep things somewhat organized within the household.

To ☁ anon, I thank you for the recommendation. I have never heard of this Epic; I'm an old man, you must understand. All I have as a reference when it comes to Homer's Odyssey is the book itself. It's nice to know it has a musical adaptation

💕 anon, feel free to speak your mind. You'll notice most people don't exactly hold back here.

👁 anon, have a good day. Skibidi toilet rizz.

🔮 anon, if you look closely at my tray of cookies, you will notice I've included a little surprise. The future is now.

💥 anon, rest assured, your spark has not been taken. Maybe don't stand too close to the furniture, though.

Lastly, a rather fun coincidence to see two dragon anons. 🐲 and 🐉? Is that how it works?

It should be rather obvious that I'm also grateful for everyone's kind words. If I'm slow to answer or scatterbrained, my awkwardness is to blame. Pretend I'm a goldfish who requires a little extra patience to cooperate. It does its best.