#🪼 anon !! ✩

[ditzydoe444]

Beefy ak Jason using doll reader as nothing but a free use fleshlight anytime anywhere he wants :3

Also may I be 🪼?

MDNI 18+

a/n: you've been added as 🪼 anon!!

“bed now,” jason grumbled lowly the moment he stepped into your room, his large imposing figure hovering over yours. he was big in every single possible way, broad shoulders, thick and muscular thighs and biceps so damn big he could crush your skull.

the moment you laid on your back on the mattress waiting for him, he roughly tugged you forward by your ankles towards the edge of the bed. jason wasted no time taking his cock out of his boxers, pumping it quickly in his hands.

“gonna be good for me hm?” he taunted, watching as you nodded obediently. “i’ll be good to you,” you spoke softly, eyes glued to him gently pumping his thick cock. “good to who? finish the sentence doll.”

“g-good to you sir,”

he sly grin appeared on jason’s face, “that’s exactly what i wanted to hear, now since you were so obedient i’ll reward you yeah?”

jason fucked you like his own personal toy, it was free-use at home. he would take you in the shower, against the wall, bent over the counter or sprawled out on the couch. he fucked like an animal, rutting against you at a speed that made you so dumb you were babbling and drooling like a dumb animal.

jason wasted no time shoving his cock into you, splitting you in half from the sheer size of him. “so damn tight as always aren’t ya?”

he took great pride in watching how fucked our you got, the way your eyes would roll and shut tightly as the most pathetic moans left your body. “s-so big,” you whined, your fist gripping the mattress tightly.

“shut up and take it.”

jason was never one to tolerate your behaviour, his only solution? to fuck you dumb, sometimes if you were too bratty he would edge you until you cried and fixed your attitude. jason didn’t do the lovey dovey love making, he was rough and passionate, getting every single bit of your last drop, essentially milking you dry.

the room was filled with noises from the bed creaking, his groans and your whines and mewls. “squeezing me so damn tight like a toy.”

you were his toy, his own personal fleshlight to fuck and fill with his cum. jason had no shame in making you his cum dump, filling you to the brim until it leaked from your thighs. it didn’t just fill your cunt, he filled every single hole.

he would fuck your ass, making a cream pie, then fuck your mouth until you were drooling with his cum.

“this is just the beginning sweetheart, don’t get too dumb yeah?” jason groaned as you squeezed tightly against him.

it wasn’t just his dick that he knew how to use, it was his fingers, the way they rubbed against your clit as he fucked you was enough to send you over.

“g-gonna come jay,”

jason chuckled, “already coming so soon? we just started sweetheart, need you to keep your stamina up ok?”

“but i can’t hold it,” you whined as he pressed down on your sensitive nerve, your swollen and puffy folds taking him tightly.

“you can come sweetheart, but trust me, we won’t be stopping anytime soon.”

[thef1diary]

thoughts on Danny being so obsessed with his girl, as she with him (and his thighs) that he gets a thigh tattoo saying “princess seat” or something along those lines 🤭

this is me adding fire to my love for his thighs and tattoos

~🪼

— I totally see dirtbag!danny doing this for you! It took me a while to form a single coherent thought about this 😭 18+ content below

Dirtbag!danny would love this. He’d do it half as a joke, half because he’s just that obsessed with you. And because he knows you’re just as obsessed with him.

The idea forms in his head one night when you’re sprawled across his lap, barely paying attention to whatever show is playing on the TV in the background. Your fingers keep trailing over the ink on his thighs, tracing the lines, the curves, the dips of muscle that you’ve spent more time riding than you’d ever admit out loud. He notices—of course he does.

“You like ‘em that much, huh?” he teases, flexing just to watch your eyes darken, that little shiver running through you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but you don’t deny it. Can’t. Because you are obsessed. Always have been. It’s in the way you shift whenever he spreads his legs just a little wider, in the way your gaze drops every time he’s wearing those sinful little shorts that barely cover anything. He knows.

So, one day, he just fucking does it. Walks into a shop like it’s any other appointment, picks the inside of his thigh and gets it inked. It’s your spot, the place where he loves to feel you the most. Right where your pretty little pussy is always grinding down, where your hand rests when you’re on your knees for him as he deepthroats you.

And then he waits. He doesn’t tell you. Just sits on the couch all casually one day, a short pair of shorts on, arm draped over the back, legs spread like a fucking invitation, watching you melt the second your eyes drift down.

It takes you a second. But then—oh, then you see it. Right there, stretching across the inside of this thick, tanned thigh.

Your mouth parts, eyes going wide, and Daniel just smirks. Smug, filthy, completely insufferable. Your first instinct is to scoff, to roll your eyes, to pretend like this doesn’t instantly send heat surging between your legs. But the way your breath catches gives you away. The way your fingers twitch at your sides.

And Daniel knows it.

His smirk deepens, full of amusement, full of that filthy self-satisfaction that makes you want to smack him—or sit on his lap and grind until you’re both a panting, moaning mess.

He reaches for you, grip firm on your waist, pulling you in until you’re standing between his legs.

“Do you like it?,” he murmurs, voice a low, teasing drawl. Then his fingers hook into your waistband, tugging at your shorts.

Your pulse spikes.

“Danny—”

But he’s already dragging them down, sliding them over your thighs, letting them drop to the floor with a careless flick of his wrist.

“It’s healed now, sweetheart,” he says, smug and slow, fingers tracing up the back of your thighs, dragging higher, higher—until he’s gripping your ass, pulling you down into his lap.

Your knees land on either side of his thigh, bare except for your panties, your cunt pressed right against the muscle—but not touching the ink.

Not yet.

And fuck, that’s the worst part.

Because he knows you’re desperate for it.

Knows you ache to feel it under you, to coat that fresh ink with the mess he loves to pull from your cunt.

You squirm, but his grip tightens, holding you there, just barely out of reach. Your lips part, breath shaky, but Daniel’s already leaning in, mouth brushing against your ear.

“Time to break it in, baby,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement, with command.

Then he flexes.

And fuck.

A gasp rips from your throat as the muscle tenses beneath you, sending a pulse of pleasure straight to your pussy.

His fingers slide between your thighs, tracing your clit, feeling the growing wetness on the flimsy scrap of fabric barely covering you.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice low and smug, the pads of his fingers pressing just enough to make your hips twitch. “Soaked already? You really are obsessed with my thighs, huh?”

You make a weak sound in protest, but it’s cut off the second he presses harder, rolling slow, lazy circles over the wet fabric.

“You gonna deny it?” he taunts, lips grazing the curve of your jaw. His other hand tightens on your hip, holding you still when you try to grind against him.

You shake your head because it doesn’t matter if you try to deny it, he already has proof of how much you love it.

Your breath shudders, nails digging into his shoulders. “Please—”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence, losing your train of thought instantly when he pulls your panties to the side, fingers hooking into the lace, dragging the sticky fabric away from your cunt.

And then—oh, fuck.

He slides you forward, drags you right onto the tattoo.

Your gasp is sharp, nails clawing at his skin as your slick pussy presses flush against the ink, against the heat of his thigh.

“That’s better,” he murmurs, watching the way your body reacts, the way your thighs tremble at the first roll of his hips.

Your breath stutters as Daniel’s hands tighten on your ass, forcing you to move, grinding your bare cunt against the inked muscle beneath you. The heat of his thigh is scorching, every flex sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting up your spine.

“That’s it,” he mutters, eyes dark, hungry, glued to where you’re dragging yourself over him. “Fuck, baby, look at you. So desperate to make a mess on me.”

And you are. Every slow roll of your hips leaves another slick imprint against his tattoo, marking it in the filthiest way possible. Your arousal coats his skin, a thin, glistening sheen spreading across the ink.

Daniel groans, his cock straining against his shorts as he watches. “You see that, baby?” His fingers trail forward, catching your inner thighs, spreading you wider, exposing the swollen, soaked mess between your legs. “You’re fuckin’ drippin’. Soaking me like you were made to sit right here.”

You whimper, thighs trembling, but he’s not done yet.

With a wicked grin, he presses two fingers to your folds, spreading them apart, forcing your clit to drag directly over the ink.

A strangled cry rips from your throat. “Daniel—fuck—”

“Mmm, that’s better,” he murmurs, watching the way you jerk, the way your hips roll uncontrollably at the added friction. “Right there, huh? Feels good, princess? Fuckin’ knew it would.”

His fingers stay right there, keeping you open, making sure every desperate, frantic drag of your cunt rubs your swollen clit against his thigh. The stimulation is brutal, each slick, messy stroke sending another wave of pleasure rolling through you.

“That’s my girl,” Daniel rasps, completely enthralled by the way you move, by the way you’re coating his tattoo with your arousal. “Look at this pretty fuckin’ pussy, baby. So greedy. Just can’t stop grindin’ all over me, huh?”

You can’t. You won’t. Because it’s too much, too good, too perfect, and you can already feel it building, that desperate, tightening coil ready to snap at any second.

And Daniel knows it too.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he purrs, voice thick with filth and satisfaction. “Mark your fuckin’ seat.”

want more dirtbag!danny? send me an ask with your thoughts—filthy or not—and I’d love to write you a little drabble <3

[bunnis-monsters]

Omg I'm obsessed with your himbo vampire, the sobbing and panic really got to me lmao.

Imagine him being confused about their lover and their chapped and chewed up lips. He probably thinks it's his fault and just keeps licking them and sobbing apologies.

(also can I be 🪼anon?)

He’s such a sweet thing, sniffling as he holds you in his arms and softly laps at your lips.

You don’t mind, really. His saliva has healing properties and instantly soothes your chapped lips.

Himbo!Vampire bf loves you dearly. He doesn’t understand that you chew or bite at your lips because of anxiety.

His first thought was the potentiality of someone hurting your lips by hitting or scratching you.

His second thought was that he hadn’t been feeding you enough and you were chewing on your lips from hunger.

Either way he feels he’s at fault and blames himself. It’s enough to have you attempt to stop this bad habit of yours, if only to soothe your poor boyfriend’s worries.

[solxamber]

Hi hi solxamber!! (Is that spelled right?) I hope you’re having a lovely day/night! if you would allow me too I’d like to make a request/ask, ignore this if you wish!

But freshwater stingray yuu! She’s so sweet with everyone (even though she may be such a quiet person) and super calming too! But she’s so misunderstood (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ). Kinda like how a lot of humans now treat wild stingrays, they think she’s dangerous and always aggressive! But really she just wants a friend (；へ：). Oh! And she’s also very tall too! Like Floyd tall, since freshwater stingrays are some of the biggest known rays in the world! She also has a long, whip-like, stinger (tail) that she can’t control even in the water! Maybe this in a small one-shot form (if you do that!) with Octavinelle and Diasomnia? I feel as if specifically Malleus and her would relate to each other very well with them both feeling isolated and feared because of something that they really can’t control!

Please feel free to ignore this if you wish! You are under absolutely no obligation to respond to my request! Sorry if it was really long (I’m severely hyperfixated on any form of marine life) 人(_ _*)

And do you do anon names? If so could I be a 🪼anon?

Octavinelle, Diasomnia with Freshwater Stingray! Reader

hi! yeah you can be 🪼 anon! and don't worry about the length at all, the more detailed, the more fun i have writing it! thank you for waiting and i hope you like it <3 and it's spelled right! you can just call me sol tho!

Azul Ashengrotto:

You sit in the quiet corner of the Mostro Lounge, sipping tea and trying to keep your long tail from accidentally knocking anything over. It’s always the same—people giving you wary glances, as if you’re a threat just waiting to explode. Your tail, with its unpredictable movements, has always been a point of misunderstanding, and despite your calmness and sweet demeanor, most people steer clear of you.

Azul has been watching you for a while now, his sharp eyes glinting behind his glasses. He finally makes his way over, that ever-confident smile in place as he sets a fresh cup of tea in front of you.

"Everything to your liking?" he asks, voice smooth as ever, but there’s a hint of something more—genuine curiosity, perhaps?

You look up, startled. "It’s fine," you mumble, trying not to let your tail twitch in nervousness. But of course, it does, brushing lightly against the floor. You freeze, pulling it in tightly to your side.

Azul’s eyes follow the movement, and instead of the discomfort you usually see in people, there’s only understanding in his gaze. He leans in a bit, resting his elbow on the table. "It must be difficult," he says softly, "having to be so aware of your tail all the time, when people can’t see beyond it."

You blink, surprised at how easily he’s put it into words. "Yeah," you admit, glancing down at your cup. "People think I’m dangerous. But I just… I don’t want to hurt anyone." Your voice trails off, soft and sincere.

Azul chuckles, though not unkindly. "I understand more than you think. People often mistake strength for malice. They forget that control takes time." He gestures vaguely toward his own carefully controlled smile, his smooth façade of confidence. "And patience."

You tilt your head, meeting his eyes for the first time properly. "You... you don’t think I’m dangerous?"

"On the contrary," he says with a smirk, "I think you’re someone worth knowing. Dangerously misunderstood, perhaps, but aren’t we all?"

You can’t help but smile a little at that. For the first time in a long while, you feel like someone is seeing you, not your tail or your height, but you.

Floyd Leech:

You’re wandering through the courtyard when Floyd spots you, and of course, he makes a beeline in your direction, grinning like a shark who’s just spotted prey.

"Heyyy, Shrimpy!" he calls out, stretching his arms over his head lazily. You brace yourself, knowing that Floyd isn’t exactly one to respect personal space.

"Hi, Floyd," you say softly, still trying to keep your voice friendly despite the knot of nerves forming in your stomach.

As expected, he immediately slings an arm around your shoulders, oblivious to the way your tail twitches nervously behind you. "Whatcha doin'? Lookin' all serious. You plannin' to sting someone with that big tail of yours?"

You blink, startled by how casually he brings it up, but you know Floyd doesn’t mean any harm by it—he’s just Floyd. "No," you say quickly, "I don’t sting people. It’s not like that. I don’t want to hurt anyone."

He gives you a curious look, then laughs. "Aw, I know, I know! I’m just messing with ya!" His grip tightens slightly as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But y'know, if anyone’s ever giving ya trouble, just say the word, and I’ll help ya take 'em down. Sting 'em, punch 'em, doesn’t matter!"

You blink again, unsure how to respond to Floyd’s unique brand of... support. But something about his carefree attitude puts you at ease, and you find yourself smiling despite everything. "Thanks, Floyd," you say quietly.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself. "No problem, Shrimpy! Let’s go find someone to mess with, yeah?"

Jade Leech:

It’s in the depths of the Coral Sea when you first meet Jade properly. He’s calm and composed, as always, but there’s a calculating gleam in his eyes that makes you nervous. You’ve always been wary of people who observe more than they say—those are the ones who usually misunderstand you the most.

"Ah, you must be the freshwater stingray everyone’s been talking about," Jade says with a polite smile, his eyes scanning your tall form, lingering on your tail for just a second longer than usual.

You nod slowly, unsure of what to say. "Yes. And you must be Jade."

"Indeed," he replies smoothly. "It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard quite a few interesting things about you."

You wince internally, imagining all the rumors about how "dangerous" and "unpredictable" you are. But Jade doesn’t seem fazed. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. "It must be difficult," he muses, "being constantly misunderstood because of something you cannot control."

You blink, caught off guard by his words. "Y-yes," you stammer, "it is. But I try not to let it bother me."

Jade’s smile widens, and for the first time, you see a genuine warmth behind his usual calculating demeanor. "That is a wise approach. I believe there is much more to you than others realize. Perhaps we can... learn more about each other."

You feel a flicker of warmth in your chest. Maybe this encounter isn’t so bad after all.

Malleus Draconia:

You’re floating near the edge of the lake when you sense someone watching you. You turn slowly, and there, standing by the water’s edge, is Malleus, his dark eyes focused on you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

You’ve always felt a strange connection to Malleus. Both of you are feared for reasons beyond your control, and both of you know what it’s like to be isolated because of it.

"Good evening," he says softly, his voice deep and soothing.

"Good evening, Malleus," you reply quietly, moving closer to the shore. "What brings you here?"

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he gazes out at the water, his expression thoughtful. "I often find solace near the water," he admits. "It’s... calming."

You nod in agreement, understanding exactly what he means. "It’s the same for me. People seem to think we’re dangerous just because of how we look. But the water... it doesn’t judge."

Malleus turns to look at you then, his eyes softening. "Yes," he murmurs. "We are not so different, are we?"

For a moment, the two of you stand in comfortable silence, sharing an unspoken understanding that words could never fully capture.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia’s eyes twinkle with mischief as he glides through the air, catching sight of you as you swim quietly near the edge of the lake. He lands gracefully on a nearby rock, grinning widely. "Ah, my dear stingray! How does the evening treat you?" he calls out, his voice filled with playful energy.

You blink in surprise, unused to such cheerfulness, but you offer a small smile in return. "It’s... peaceful," you reply softly. "I like the quiet."

Lilia chuckles, sitting cross-legged on the rock as he watches you, his eyes glimmering with curiosity. "You always seem so quiet and calm. Yet I hear rumors—some people say you're dangerous!" He laughs at the absurdity of it, as if the idea is nothing but a joke to him.

You sigh, glancing down at the water, your long tail swaying gently beneath the surface. "They think I’m dangerous because of my tail. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but… it’s hard to control sometimes."

Lilia hums thoughtfully, leaning forward a bit. "Ah, but isn’t that the way with most things in life? The most wonderful, powerful things are often the ones most misunderstood." He winks at you, as if sharing a secret.

You can’t help but smile at his words. There’s something so comforting about Lilia’s playful wisdom, and you feel your usual anxiety melting away. "Maybe you’re right," you say quietly. "It’s just… hard."

Lilia nods sagely. "Hard, yes. But don’t let that stop you from being who you are. Strength and kindness aren’t mutually exclusive, you know. You remind me of myself in my younger days!" He laughs again, the sound bright and infectious.

You chuckle softly, feeling a bit lighter. "Thank you, Lilia."

He winks again, standing up with a flourish. "Anytime, my dear! Now, shall we play a game? I bet you can’t catch me!" Before you can protest, he takes off into the air, leaving you laughing quietly at his endless energy.

Silver Vanrouge:

Silver is resting under the shade of a large tree when you spot him, his eyes closed as he naps peacefully. You hover nearby, not wanting to disturb him, but your tail accidentally swishes too close to a branch, causing it to rustle loudly.

Silver’s eyes blink open slowly, his gaze finding you immediately. He sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh… it’s you," he murmurs, his voice still soft with drowsiness.

"Sorry," you mumble, embarrassed that you woke him up. "I didn’t mean to… my tail…" You trail off, trying to tuck your tail away behind you, but it flicks out again despite your best efforts.

Silver shakes his head, giving you a gentle smile. "It’s okay. You didn’t wake me on purpose."

You feel a warmth spread in your chest at his understanding. Silver is always so calm and kind, never judging you the way others do. "Still, I’m sorry," you say, moving closer to sit beside him.

He watches you for a moment before speaking. "You don’t need to apologize for something you can’t control," he says quietly. "I know what it’s like to be misunderstood. People think I’m lazy because I fall asleep a lot, but it’s just… how I am."

You look at him in surprise. "I didn’t know that. I thought you just liked to nap."

He chuckles softly, leaning back against the tree. "Maybe a little. But it’s more than that." He pauses, then turns to you with a soft smile. "I don’t think you’re dangerous. You’re just… you."

His words are so simple, but they mean more to you than he knows. You smile back at him, feeling a little lighter. "Thank you, Silver."

Silver nods, his eyes closing again as he drifts off into another peaceful nap, leaving you to quietly enjoy the moment beside him.

Sebek Zigvolt:

You’re swimming near the edge of the lake when Sebek marches over, his loud voice cutting through the peaceful air. "Ah, there you are! I’ve been searching for you!" he declares, arms crossed and chin held high.

You blink, startled by his abrupt arrival. "O-oh, hello, Sebek."

He stares down at you, his expression serious as usual. "You must stop hiding yourself away like this! It is unbecoming of someone with such... size and stature!" His tone is as sharp as ever, but you know he means well—he’s just... Sebek.

You glance down at the water, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I’m not hiding. I just like the quiet."

Sebek huffs, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "Nonsense! You should be standing tall and proud! You are far too... graceful to be skulking about like some common creature of the sea!"

You blink in surprise at his words, unsure how to respond. "Um... thank you?"

Sebek’s eyes narrow, as if he’s not quite sure you understand his point. "Do not mistake me! I am simply saying that you are far too formidable to let others fear you so easily!" He pauses, his voice lowering slightly. "It is... their loss if they cannot see that."

Your heart warms at his unexpected compliment. Sebek might be loud and brash, but his words hold a certain sincerity that you can’t ignore. You smile up at him. "That’s... really nice of you to say, Sebek."

He stiffens, his cheeks flushing slightly as he clears his throat. "W-well, I am merely stating the facts! Now, come! We must train! A creature as powerful as you should not waste your time in solitude!"

Despite his usual intensity, you can’t help but smile. "Alright, Sebek. Let’s train."

With a proud nod, Sebek leads the way, his loud voice echoing through the air as you follow, feeling just a little bit more understood.

Masterlist

[pintrestgrl]

Okay, listen!! Being very angsty here

Kook!reader and Rafe are wonderful together— the it-couple of Kildare. They both love partying and going on boat trips and shopping on the mainland. Rafe loves her and she loves him, and it's been like that for years.

Now for the angst: during spring break Topper hosts a party and reader loses Rafe while talking to friends, so she obviously goes to look for him, a little drunk, a little horny too, maybe, and poor baby finds him doing lines in some room and she just doesn't know what to say or do...

— 🪼

aw poor baby. she probably thinks he’s like the perfect bf too. 🥲 anyways hi 🪼 anon !! i missed u ! i love this idea too send more pls

also, for your season 4 ask, it might be like terrible to say but i haven’t watched season 4 yet… ik shocking. but im currently rewatching all the seasons rn 😭

but i will try to do it once i get to season 4 !!

i’m so so sorry 😭

also this ask is from like weeks ago.. but i just now got to it.. anyways im terrible at posting

pls enjoy !!

sweetheart!kook!reader with boyfriend!rafe.

you and rafe had been together forever, and everybody knew it.

everyone knew that you were his girlfriend, and he was your boyfriend.

you two were perfect together.

you went on yacht trips on his family’s boat, shopping excursions to the mainland, and you both attended every party that the outer banks had to offer.

another party came, so naturally you went with rafe.

you arrived with him, and began drinking and dancing the night away as he subtly pulled down your dress from behind you.

you had been there for around 30 minutes, when you realized you had lost him in the crowd at some point in time.

you already were a bit drunk, and kinda needy at this point. so, you needed rafe. desperately.

you stumbled along the crowded halls of the mansion, accidentally opening a few sex-filled rooms a long the way.

you finally came to the end of the hall, opening the door.

you froze.

behind it, was rafe. which should have calmed you down.

but the sight made you want to run away from the whole situation.

he was sitting in the laundry room, his head down as he snorted a line of white powder off the laundry machine.

you guessed you let out a small noise of shock, because his head raised.

the look on his face, was nothing but one of shock. of fear. of shame.

he wiped his nose, quickly standing up from the chair.

you backed away a little, not able to find the will to speak right now.

he spoke to you.

“oh, fuck— god, baby. it’s not what it looks like, okay. c’mere.”

he attempted to approach you, but you only backed away. you didn’t know what to say, or do, or think.

all you could think of, was that you just witnessed your sweet boyfriend doing a line of coke.

you finally found it in you to speak.

“what— what was that, rafe? what were you doing?”

he took hold of your wrists, not allowing you to move. he avoided your eyes, his pupils blown out.

he spoke.

“nothin’, baby. don’t worry about it. just calm down, okay. listen to me.”

you nodded slowly, afraid of who he would become while he was on drugs like this.

he spoke again.

“let’s just— go home. i think it’s time for you to go home.”

you shook your head, rather quickly. you didn’t want to go. you wanted to be with him. you didn’t mean to see that sight, it wasn’t like you wanted too.

you spoke.

“‘no— please, rafe. i wanna stay. please, it’s fine.”

he grunted, shaking his head.

“no. you’re goin’ home, okay? just listen to me for once, god.”

you frowned. his words got so much meaner, and you could only blame it on the drugs coursing through his body.

he took a bit too tight hold of your arms, leading you towards the door, then to his car.

you got in, too scared to protest staying at the party anymore.

you were scared. very, very scared. you’d never seen rafe like this in all the years you’d known him.

he turned the car on, sloppily pulling out of the driveway.

he sped all the way home, his car going well over the speed limit.

you were frozen, and silent with fear the whole car ride.

you wanted him to slow down, but you were much too fearful to say anything to his face right now.

he arrived at your house, letting out a gruff noise that only told you to get out.

you reluctantly opened your mouth, and spoke.

“rafe, we can— we can talk about it. please? can we talk about it?”

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. he finally looks at your eyes, and you saw nothing in them. nothing but his dilated pupils. usually, you’d seen a hint of love or admiration in his eyes.

there was nothing.

he spoke, harshly.

“just— shut the fuck up. got it? get out. now.”

you sucked in a shaky hiss at his mean words, nodding and opening the door of his car, hopping out.

usually, he’d have the common decency to walk you to the door and say hi to your parents.

as you walked to the door, you heard him speed off. not even bothering to see if you got in okay.

you felt tears prick your eyes, as you rushed upstairs. avoiding the words of your parents.

you showered, and changed. finally sitting down in your bed.

you were so worried, so confused.

where did he go? did he get there okay? what was he doing in that room?

you thought about sending him a text or two, but deciding to drop the idea when the memory of his blunt words came in your head.

you took a shaky breath, rolling over and clutching the stuffy that rafe had gotten for you a while back.

you had many questions.

how could he just dismiss you like that? and treat you so much different then he usually did?

you hated what he had done. hated what you had witnessed. hated what he said to you.

but yet, you couldn’t quite find it in you to hate him.

you loved him, with everything you had in you.

and he had been hiding half his life away from you.

you let your tears soak the plush animal, as you let every bad thought consume your mind.

before you finally, succumbed to a deep slumber.

[tacticalprincess]

Hey there! I’ve been seeing your posts for a while and I wanted to ask for a suggestion, i know you mostly write smut, but what about nerd!König fluff?

Like a quick or long (whatever you want, nsfw or sfw) post on nerd!König non stop ranting to reader about his favorite things, it goes so far that every time reader comes over (they practically live together atp) they’re just dragged to the bedroom to get ranted to by nerd!könig.

If you haven’t already!!

(Can I be jelly fish anon)

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he’s literally ‘me and the bad bitch i pulled by being a loser’!! he loves info dumping to you, gets so consumed in it now that he has someone willing to listen. it amazes you how he always has something new to talk about, from the lore of his favorite video games to a documentary he watched on some niche war that wasn’t in any history books. sits you on his lap while he pours on animatedly for hours on end, barely giving you space to interject besides the various wow’s, though he loves when you ask him questions about it. he’ll fall in love if you nod along intently to everything he says, genuinely interested, but he’ll still continue to rant even when boredom glazes over your pretty eyes.

his fixation with whatever topics he’s explaining leads him to miss other cues from you. whether that be your stomach growling because he has talked for so long he forgot to order your food, or when you start getting in the mood for something else. giving him fuck me eyes won’t work when he’s knee deep in explaining the different kinds of assault rifles to you, won’t get the hint until you’re full on palming him through his pants. he’ll fuck you quickly and thoroughly before jumping right back into his monologue, after you express to him that learning about torture tactics that existed in the medieval ages during sex turns you off.

[machinemonstrosity]

DO YOO TAKE ANNONS????v CAN I BE 🪼 ANON? I LOVE YOUR EEITING SONNUCH IN FREAMING IUT OH MY GOD

ahem

Ahem ahem

can I request pre sacrifice azure x reader fluff :3 in so greedy I requested another writer too.....scenario is up to you but if you need one, uhhh azure taking care of sick reader :3333

AS THE SPAWN INTENDED | azure x sick!reader

WARNINGS - NONE , fluff , established relationship , pre-stabbing azure , he/they used interchangeably for azure , reader is also a cultist

a/n - an anon after my own heart with a sea creature emoji........hoping i wrote azure correctly and that tumblr doesn't fail uploading this again :]

The Spawn didn't intend for this. Surely a nasty curse must have befallen you. A targeted attack whispered by blind fools trying to shun the divine truth.

There was an indescribable drowsiness radiating through your bones, your trembling body puppeteered into a sluggish stumble of a walk. Your nose became a leaky faucet, sniffling and sneezing every few shallow breaths. Feverish heat clung to you like a parasite, adding an invisible weight to your slumped shoulders.

While you had half a mind to hunt down and punish the unknown trickster you were convinced was to blame, you doubted you'd walk further than the sanctuary grounds without keeling over. Let alone give chase.

Cursed on the day of a sacrifice ritual. How fun.

Fighting to haul yourself out of bed, you haphazardly throw your robe over your head. Everyone in the sleeping quarters was already gone, the nearby clinking of pots and pans alerting you of breakfast. You hadn't gotten up too late, it seems.

Now all you needed to do was to hobble your way around and not cause too much suspicion.

The plan sounded easy enough; eat, attend to your morning duties, and slink back to bed when nobody was watching. Perhaps pray to The Spawn that you'd be well enough to take part in tonight's ceremony as well.

Not your best work in terms of a strategy conjured up on the spot, but time was ticking.

Shakily inhaling, you straighten your spine, stitching together your healthy facade. Ignoring how your head felt like it was being split in half, you trudged to the kitchen.

There are only so many times you're able to awkwardly clear your throat to stifle a cough during the morning sermon until it gets weird.

This was going to be very difficult, apparently.

Attempting to ignore the multiple heads shifting to your direction, you swore you bolted out of the room the moment the crowd was dismissed. Accidentally bumping into a handful of people on the way out, you hastily mumble a slew of broken apologies in the midst of tripping over your own feet.

You forgot to account for how pale your face was upon promptly flushing in humiliation.

The curse of sickness wasn’t uncommon in the family. You just weren't willing to make a potential laughing stock of yourself due to your absence during an esteemed event. Or worse — having your belief and devotion questioned.

Regardless, you had to keep pretending to be useful, no matter how unconvincing it looked.

Lost in thought as you limped away from the shared lodge, you failed to notice the gentle sway of flora brushing against your robe.

And the entire person you collided with.

“Aah — !”

A firm hand grasps your arm, saving you from your inattentive fall.

“Blessed day! Can I help you?”

Snapped out of your daze, you peek at the hatted figure currently holding you upright.

He smiles warmly, the itchy material of their fingerless gloves aggravating your skin. Their other arm hooks a wicker basket full of freshly picked flowers and an assortment of fruits, the tips of their fingers dirtied with soil and the occasional strand of grass.

If not for recognizing their voice, you'd have already excused yourself and fled.

“By The Spawn, what dreadful curse is this!? You look deathly!”

Azure.

Now your face was flushing for a completely different reason.

Averting your eyes, your own hands balled into nervous fists. You knew he saw right through you, yet you still found yourself mentally shaming the odds of your encounter. Azure was the last individual you needed hearing of your liability, and you waltzed right to him like an idiot.

Noticing the way you tensed, Azure's hold softens. They always caught onto your predicaments a little too quickly for your comfort.

“You're hiding your illness, aren't you?”

There goes your entire plan.

“... Maybe.”

You simply shrug, trying your hardest to act nonchalant about your aching body. A sneeze interrupts you.

Azure sighs.

“We must get you to bed. Right now.”

He began to walk before you could protest.

Of course, you put in your best effort to resist, even if it was futile.

Going so far as to tug and struggle in their hold, your feet slide along the floor as he starts dragging you back to the lodge. Their mannerisms remained gentle despite your struggling, soon finding yourself returning to the shared bedrooms among Azure's guidance.

Zigzagging across the sea of thin floor mattresses, you're expertly parked in front of a particularly decorated bed. An arrangement of exotic flowers are neatly aligned at the head of the bed, each pot carefully painted with love and care. The colorful sheets and comforters stick out like a sore thumb in comparison to the surrounding cluster of beige and gray.

Finally given a moment to speak, a confused grimace pricks at the corner of your lips.

“Your bed?”

“Of course my bed,” Azure laughs, “you must rest somewhere untainted by your sickness.”

“And you don't care if it passes to you?”

“What matters is you being cured first.”

“Bu —”

“Hush.”

Feeling their hand slide to the small of your back, you're ushered to lie down. You're draped in the warmth of the blanket as you're tucked in, a fleeting wave of cool air momentarily blessing your sweaty form.

The sudden heat afterward makes you groan, kicking one of your legs free in retaliation.

“You'll never get better if you don't keep yourself warm, my dear.” Azure comments, lifting the blanket back over your limb.

“Now, I'm going to get you some soup and crackers. And, please — do remain still. I'd rather not be running after my ill sweetheart.”

They kissed your forehead, turning away to fetch your remedies.

You swiftly discovered being bedridden sucked.

Your only solace would be lover, who went as far as spoon feeding you after you became too weak to hold your bowl. When you eventually pushed the dish away, they nodded understandably, sliding the dinnerware aside.

Opening their mouth to speak, you cut him off.

“Azure?”

“Hm?” He hums.

“May… may you lie with me?”

His giggle gave you their answer.

Scooting over, Azure curls up around you, legs tangled with yours and arms wrapped securely around your sides. They discard their hat, briefly running a hand through his tousled black hair. He grins seeing the adoration that filled your droopy, fatigued eyes.

“Your eyes are so beautiful,” they breathe, “I could never get tired of looking at them.”

Pulling you close, their face lands in your neck. Your pulse beats steadily against his upturned lips; a cherished sound he only wished they heard every night.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he runs a line of soft kisses up your throat with a reverent sigh.

“Go to sleep, my love. May your curse be lifted by tomorrow.”

You don't respond, already fast asleep.

To Hell with the ceremony. Maybe The Spawn intended for this after all.

[calithso]

Real I’ve been hibernating these last couple days tbh— Anyways i stumbled across something— any thoughts feelings and opinions on muzzled Yae Miko? Or yukong?

I seem to have a strange affinity for old fox women—

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i was going to reply and say i agree like a normal person but then i remembered i'm an artist

i 100% agree.

[milliesfishes]

Corio with a reader that struggles with an ED? I’m going through recovery currently and would love a little comfort fic or even an angsty thing. If you are uncomfortable talking about this though please don’t feel pressured to write about it!! I totally understand boundaries and I would never want to push somebody into talking and or writing about something they are uncomfortable with 💙🪼

౨ৎ꣑ৎPerfection౨ৎ꣑ৎ

tw: eating disorder, body image/self worth issues PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING I MEAN IT 🩷🩷🩷 fem reader x coriolanus snow anon, you sent this a long, long time ago lovey but I hope you're doing better and sending you much love on your journey 🩷🩷 thank you my darling @phantomamour for proofing <3

It was easy for Coriolanus to notice things about you since you were his whole world.

Every habit was familiar, every like and dislike logged in his memory. He didn't think of it as obsessive, more a natural progression that came along with love. It was something he'd learned. All his life he'd had to keep an eye on his circumstances for survival, but this time it was somehow natural. His guard was down. And still he noticed.

He noticed the way you'd hold your wrist when you were uncomfortable, the way your smile became secret when somebody said something you couldn't laugh at but wanted to. Capitol manners came naturally to you, but your little quirks were still his to observe. It was a secret code only he was privy to.

Your plate was half full still. You'd excused yourself a few minutes ago, making your way upstairs to prepare for bed, and he'd promised to join you after he finished. But this little detail was irking him. He stared at it until a servant took it away, causing him to focus back on his own food. It was true that you usually left a bite or two on your plate, but never this much.

Perhaps you weren't feeling well. You'd grown up similarly to himself in that you didn't like to waste food, even when you could afford it. It was something you'd confessed to him after marriage. Your family could hardly afford to put food on the table even now, which was one of the reasons they'd pushed you into Capitol society. Using their only daughter as a means to make money was low, but unfortunately not uncommon.

You were in the closet when he made his way to the bedroom, and when you emerged, his eyebrow lifted without him thinking. Your pajamas were in the pretty silk you favored, but they covered down to your ankles and wrists, hanging loose on your body. It wasn't that you didn't look pretty- he'd never thought that before. The room you both slept in had a tendency to get hot during the night no matter what the season was. He slept shirtless as a consequence, and your cute little lace edged silk sets and nightdresses were the highlight of his day.

He didn't comment until he was in bed, pulling the lightweight covers over his legs and reaching over to stroke your covered elbow. You were lying flat on your back, arms folded over your chest as you stared at the ceiling.

Coriolanus watched you for a moment, trying to detect reasoning. You were quiet, which wasn't unusual. The strange thing was that you weren't rolling over to snuggle into him, a habit you'd slowly adapted over a little under a year of marriage. Finally, he slid his arm under you, tapping your side with his thumb. You remained still.

"Are you cold?" he asked, breaking the silence. You pulled your sleeves over your hands, shaking your head. He stared at you for a moment, noticed you'd only pulled covers over your waist, not up to your chest like usual. Frowning, he brushed his fingers under your sleep shirt, just above the waist of your bottoms. Your skin was warm, too warm to be sleeping comfortably in his opinion.

"Goodnight," you said softly, turning on your side and closing your eyes. He settled next to you, arm still around your waist, a mass of tangled questions still sitting heavy in his head.

The occurrences became a pattern. He noticed your dresses never hit above your knees, that you spent far longer getting ready both for the day and for bed than before. Your plates remained half empty and you always sweat through your pajamas. Coriolanus inquired one day about your habits during the day while he was at work and discovered the long walks you went on like clockwork, how the only 'full' meal you took was dinner. According to his source, you'd been doing this for more than a month.

That night, he did more watching than eating, studying your every move with careful eyes. You were taking bites slowly, methodically. He lowered his eyes when you lifted yours, but you put your fork down, tilting your head. "Is something wrong?"

Coriolanus folded his arms on the table, looking pointedly at you. "Is the food to your liking?"

Your brow furrowed in that adorable way. If he was closer, he would reach out and thumb it smooth. "It's good."

He nodded once, tapping his finger on the table. "You haven't been eating."

Your eyes widened just slightly, and you looked back at your plate, setting your fork down. "The food is just fine."

"Is it?" He reached for your hand, grasping your fingers. "Sweetheart, if something's wrong-"

"No. Nothing's wrong," you promised, shaking your head to emphasize. "I'm fine. It's fine."

"You're going to starve to death, sweetheart," he said, lifting his chin. "If you're trying to be dainty-"

"Coryo," you interrupted again, sounding sharper. "I'm fine. I just-" you swallowed, meeting his eyes again. "I just want to lose a little weight. That's all."

He took in your thinning face, the way your cheeks were more sunken than he'd seen them before. The full effect of the littler changes over time was hitting him hard, and he could feel the emotion rising in his throat. "Darling-"

"Don't. Please." You stood abruptly, and he watched you take in a breath, swaying slightly.

Coriolanus stood too, crossing around the table. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm...I'm fine..." you muttered, holding onto the table. Your lashes fluttered, and he moved quickly, gathering you into his arms before you began to slump, his chest catching your cheek as you fell forward. "Mm."

"I've got you," he whispered, reaching down to scoop you up. As Coriolanus moved upstairs, he made plans in his head to call the doctor, figure out what could be done.

He'd spent so much of his life starving in every way and he'd thought it would be worth it if the ones he loved didn't have to. The mere idea of you taking such drastic measures to lose weight had him questioning everything.

Getting you situated in your bed, he phoned the doctor, hand clasped in yours. Coriolanus' heart was racing, and he tried to take deep breaths. It wouldn't do either of you any good if he fell off the deep end.

Once the doctor was informed, he was frozen sitting by your bed, trying to grasp the concept of your insecurity. His girl, his beautiful girl. It put a lump in his throat, and he tried to swallow the tears that threatened to rise. He'd be lying if he said he understood it.

Coriolanus had known hunger of all kinds, but what stood out in his mind were the pangs in his stomach, the way his mouth had watered when he'd seen the elaborate meals his classmates brought to school that his family couldn't afford. When he had food, he finished it, savored it, made it stretch so he could try to live off the memory until he could get more. Everyone had known the feeling of hunger during the war, and you were no exception. Your situation afterward had not been as extreme as his, but still.

Why would you revert back to those tendencies when you didn't have to? Why would you starve yourself, and as a result, starve him of you?

He was unable to tear his eyes away from you as you slept, tracing every contour of you with his eyes. The shadow of your eyelashes on your cheeks, the bony fingers of one hand folded into their palm, positioned above your head. Your breathing was soft, and had it not been for the fresh memory of what had happened earlier splattered across his mind like blood, he'd have thought you were at peace. You were angelic, the very picture of perfection.

Had he inadvertently made you feel this way? Coriolanus searched his memory for a cross word over your appearance and came up empty. You'd never given him a single thing to complain about- flawless in every possible way. However, he didn't know what may have seemed fine to him and rubbed you the wrong way. The question tortured him as he prepared for bed, carefully hanging up his shirt and folding his pants.

Draping one of your light nightdresses over his arm, he staggered to the bed where you still lay, sitting down carefully. Coriolanus tried not to wake you, but as he slowly worked your nearly shapeless dress up your body, you mumbled something, resisting him weakly as he discarded the garment.

"Shh," he soothed, slipping your nightdress over your head and laying you back down. "I know, I know. I've got you, sweetheart." You sniffled, curling into his body when he flattened himself on the mattress next to you. He relished the feeling of you lying back on his chest, something he'd gone far too long without.

Right now, he didn't want to think of what he'd do when you woke again. For now, it was enough to hold you, to know you were safe.

He rang for a plate of fruit, a few slices of bread and crackers. Something light on your stomach, technically nutritious. The hope was that you would eat it without struggle, but he was prepared to help you see reason.

The doctor came and went, leaving a string of instructions and advising Coriolanus to keep a close eye on you. That was the easy part. There wasn’t any way he was letting you out of his sight for the next while.

When you woke, he had the plate ready, setting it promptly on your lap. You sat up, looking down. “I don’t-” “Eat.” It wasn’t a question. Your lower lip began to tremble, and he thumbed the tear that trickled down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You can do it. You don’t have to eat it all. Just eat something.”

Coriolanus watched, with bated breath, as you lifted a cracker to your mouth, looking as though you might cry again. But you took a little bite, then another, and he suppressed a sigh of relief. You ate a few crackers, then a strawberry, and he handed you the glass of water when you requested it once more.

“You scared me,” he whispered once you’d pushed the plate aside. Although you’d eaten much less than he’d hoped, it was still something.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, staring at your hands in your lap.

Coriolanus had a million questions he wanted to ask, but he held his tongue, trying to figure out how to phrase them. He must have waited too long, because you said, “I didn’t mean to make anyone worry.”

“Darling,” he whispered, lifting a hand to your cheek. “What happened?” He didn’t want to let on how much you had scared him, but it was nearly impossible. “I don’t know.” Your tone was frustrated, and you clenched one of your fists. “I just…I can’t stand how I look right now. I’ve gained so much weight in the past little bit and I don’t…I can’t…”

“Yes?”

Your eyes were filling with tears again. “I don’t feel pretty anymore.”

It was so unthinkable he could have laughed. Coriolanus only stared at you, hoping his expression didn’t make it seem like he thought it true. He shook his head, reaching for your hand.  “Sweetheart-”

You buried your face in your hands, chest shaking as you cried. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do any of it.”

When he reached for you, you complied, leaning into his chest. He ignored how scarily thin you felt, holding you tight to him. Coriolanus’ nose hid in the top of your head, and he smoothed his hand down your hair. You stayed like that for a long while, the sun streaming through the curtains and promising the hope of a new day.

“If you knew how beautiful you are,” he whispered, starting to rock back and forth, still holding you, “How beautiful you’ve always been…”

“It feels awful,” you choked, trembling in his arms. “What I’ve been doing. I don’t want to do it anymore but I can’t stop.”

“I won’t let you suffer anymore,” he vowed, smoothing your hair. “We’re going to get you help.” You only nodded into his chest as you slowly grew tired again from your efforts. It was only once you were fast asleep on him that he let his own tears fall.

You were his light, his only true love. It broke what was left of his heart to know you felt this way about yourself. He was the thorn to your rose, and if the petals wilted, the whole flower began to die.

Coriolanus held you tighter at the thought. He wouldn’t lose you if it was the last thing he did. Hunger had nearly taken everything from him in the course of his life. It would not take you too.

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[ditzydoe444]

Jay and Roy fucking you at the same time in the same hole, holding up your small frame between them, effectively hiding you from sight with how much larger they are, the over stimulation of feeling the both fuck you at the same time at different paces

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MDNI 18+

a/n: it honestly won’t fit but they will make it fit !!

“come on sweetheart, you can take it,” jason cooed as both him and roy held you in their strong arms, fucking the same god damn hole. you whined, your tight hole could barely accommodate them and their large cocks.

jason’s pace was more fast, rugged like a desperate man, whilst roy’s pace was slower and more sensual.

both of them abused your sweet spots at different times, making the whole sensation even more intense. your cunt squeezed them so damn tight it almost milked them dry.

“so big,” you whined as you shut your eyes from the slight bur, tears streaming down your cheeks. “you can do it sweetheart,” roy cooed as his strong calloused hands gently rubbed along your leg. “you can take it sweet thing, you always have,” roy spoke lowly as he watched your hole accomodate the both of them.

jason spat on your cunt as he gently rubbed your clit, making you whine and squirm. “already a mess? we got the whole night darlin’” roy chuckled as he watched tears stream down your cheeks, gently brushing them away before he watched you stain the sheets with small damp patches.

you’ve never felt like this before, the slight burning sensation and having two muscular men using you like a toy was a foreign sensation.

“m-mmph!” you whined as your eyes shut tightly, their cocks abusing your sweet spots.

“come on doll, you can take it quit whining,” jason grumbled before pinching your clit roughly. roy was more gentle, his pace slower than jason but hitting deep inside your gummy walls. “you can do it you’ll forget about the pain soon alright.”

[sea-lanterns]

CW: Predator x prey, animal hybrids, bunny! reader

OOOOOH an opposites thing with Xilonen and Bunny! Reader :0

Instead of the carnivore being the “top” it’s actually Bunny! Reader who tops Xilonen. I think it’s quite funny to imagine Xilonen; the big strong jaguar, being pinned to the bed by a tiny bunny woman who’s riding her senseless. Jaguars can fuck up to 100 times, but bunnies are bunnies and can probably match that pace with how horny they are 😭😭

Xilonen may have the power and strength to manhandle you as she pleases, but in the end she is weak to you. If you want to be on top, she complies, if you want to have sex until dawn she will comply. It’s hard to keep up with an insatiable, needy bunny girlfriend, but Xilonen is obsessed. She loves her top bunny and will even let you collar her if you wanted…

Imagine Bunny! Reader sticking her little fingers in Xilonen’s mouth though. Prodding at her sharp fangs, but there’s no ounce of fear in her eyes as she knows she has this carnivore under her command. Xilonen is a good kitty <3

[kisseobie]

OH AND-idk if you’ve received a request abt this before but I’ll take my chance, piwon with an s/o who has nipples or a tongue piercing 🤭

- 🪼 anon

p1harmony with a s/o who has specific piercings

pairings: ot6 p1harmony x reader

genre: nsfw (mdni)

a/n: hii 🪼 anon! thank u so much for this request.. i have always wanted these types of piercings so this was fun to think abt :P i hope it’s okay that i included more than just the piercings u mentioned, i wanted some variety and couldn’t help myself lol

*ੈ keeho

kyo would beggggg you to get a clit piercing. kind of alludes to how hot it would be but he’s mostly just teasing—he doesn’t mind if you shoot down his jokes about it because at the end of the day it’s your body. when you do surprise him with one, probably getting it done when he’s touring so it has some time to heal, he’s dropping to his knees quicker than he’s ever done before, ready to eat you whole and gauge what reactions the heightened sensitivity from the jewel will get out of you. i can see him kissing your clit, right atop the pretty piercing, then replacing his lips with his tongue… would make a “v” shape with his fingers on your cunt just to spread you out so he can fully devour the view. taps the tip of his cock against the stud, and gets addicted to the mix of pain and pleasure when it slightly sinks into the slit of his cockhead .. buys you jewelry every now and then and makes you model it for him… yum

*ੈ theo

taeyang might be a mood maker, but he’s still very shy in nature, so i don’t think he’d ever express his desires for your nipples to be pierced directly to you, but he’s definitely fantasized about it. he might have drunkenly mentioned his little fantasy to one of his members late at night, when he’s assumed you’ve passed out on his thigh, when in reality, you were fully awake… if you surprise him in the future by flashing him, he’s immediately grabbing you by the waist with a crazed look in his eyes. lovesss pinching your buds and sucking at them whilst making eye contact with you, in fact i don’t think there’s anything he loves more. if you mix and match the color of your nipple jewelry with your lingerie sets, trust and believe he’s fucking your boobs and spilling all over them :P oh and he loves helping you switch and pick out your jewelry .. praises you all the time with words like “got your tits all dolled up for me, angel? you’re driving me crazy.”

*ੈ jiung

i’ve mentioned before that this man is a sucker for blowjobs, and if you get a tongue piercing and give him head? he’s losing his fucking mind.. would get all rough with it, standing up and slapping his cockhead against your tongue—decorated with a little bud of metal that he oh so adores. jiung would whine out from the added stimulation of your tongue piercing, especially when it would drag over the prominent vein etched on his shaft. would have you on your knees with your tongue stuck out as he fucks into his fist, making sure that when he comes, he paints your tongue, and your little stud, white :3 he’s soooo nasty with it… would probably think about getting a tongue piercing as well, especially after feeling how yours feels against his dick.. i feel like ji is such an experimentalist so he’d wanna know how a tongue piercing would make you feel … woah guys jiung tongue piercing WHEN?

*ੈ intak

intak is a simple man at heart, so he doesn’t need you to have any fancy piercings for him to get riled up. just a typical nostril hoop or loaded ears are enough for him to feel like the luckiest man on earth.. is always telling you how badass you are, it’s actually very endearing. ooh but if you do want to catch him completely off guard .. getting his name tattooed in traditional cursive lettering, with a single dermal stud on the “i” in his name, would bring a possessive side out of intak like you’ve never seen before. he’d probably spend many mornings admiring your piercings whilst watch you sleep, would definitely kiss the jewelry and help you clean the pierced skin with saline solution. doesn’t particularly want piercings of his own, but he’d buy those fake ones, matching yours just to surprise you one day (he’d be giggling because he thought he looked ridiculous, but would be pleasantly surprised of you pounced on him and found the potential piercings sexy) :D

*ੈ soul

any dermal or facial piercings would fuck shota up for sure. back dermals or angel bites, he doesn’t really care exactly what you opt to get.. he just loves to see his girlfriend pierced up tbh. imagining you with back dermals though.. i think soulie would be so amazed at how brave you would be to get them, as they are known as being pretty painful piercings. would accompany you to your appointment and hold your hand so sweetly throughout the entire process, and then he’d take you home and fuck you from the back so he’d have the perfect view of the new jewelry. once you’re all healed up, he’s definitely making excuses to cum on your back when you in fact know he’s just obsessed with coming on top of the studs <33 and if you have facial piercings? he’s kissing them as he pounds into your heat, making out with you impossibly close and hissing at the way the jewelry pokes at his soft skin. like jiung, he might even try to get matching piercings with you :3

*ੈ jongseob

get your belly button pierced and jongseob is fucking you into next week. his emo self would be so stoked if his girlfriend decided to get her belly button pierced. loves you and your crop tops already, but he doesn’t realize until you’ve been pierced just how much he loves the sight of your tummy out and about, especially now that it’s been decorated with a little pink heart charm. finds it so cute and so sexy, would definitely pull you into him and wrap his hands around your waist, thumbs etching little circles into your skin and getting dangerously close to the piercing.. oh and i can’t write jongseob without mentioning his love for photography. can you imagine getting your button pierced and seobie taking polaroid pictures of you on his bed, topless and only wearing some skimpy panties.. ugh and he loves looking at how ur tummy bulges when he’s fucking into you, the piercing being the cherry on top.. oh i’m gonna faint

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[cold-kitty]

Hi again! How ya doing? I hope you're doing well <3

I was wondering could you write a reader who actually loves yan! mermaid back? How would he act being aware of that?

-Anon 🪼

Oh he's going batshit.

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Contains: Fluff, NSFW (with darling) MENTIONS of pregnancy, short (sorry)

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Yan!Merman who is over the moon when you're affectionate back, jumping in the water like a dolphin and squealing happily.

Yan!Merman who is always looking for more affection, and doesn't skimp on his own.

Yan!Merman who is always cuddling with you, in and out of the water.

And believe me when I say you are getting dick every night

Yan!Merman is horny. Like, can't get too close to him horny.

Yan!Merman who is always trying new things for you. Bondage? He'll try not to cry when he can't touch you! Edging? He can try to hold back!

Yan!Merman who is 50/50 when it comes to what he enjoys more, getting or giving. He loves it when you make him feel good, but he also loves making you feel good. It almost depends on the day. If he's feeling pent up it'll be more about him (but he doesn't dare neglect your pleasure), if you're pent up it's obviously gonna be about you.

Yan!Merman doesn't quite understand the concept of men not getting pregnant. Seahorse mermen can, so why not you? But he likes it that way, he can breed you as much as he wants and won't have to worry about children.

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I know it's short, sorry.

[ckret2]

Gonna be honest Stan isn’t wrong.

Bill is very attractive (even more so aesthetically) -🪼

On the one hand, I'm delighted every time I hear that, I designed him that way on purpose. Goofy noodle arms aside.

On the other hand, man, sometimes I can't help but think about how much Bill wouldn't appreciate hearing that.

(Stan can get away with saying he's good looking because Bill doesn't WANT Stan to be attracted to him, and also he can mock Stan for this forever.)

[pineconepie]

How would your Yandere Parents react if the reader, or darling ikr, hurts themselves BADLY by accident? Like hitting their head or cut themselves somehow?

I remember how I cut my leg while playing in the playground, I was such a rascal back then lmao

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Octavian would initially gasp, fearing the worst possible outcome, but he would also immediately jump to help you. After thoroughly checking the wound, cleaning and covering it, he would fret over you for days on end.

No amount of insistence would calm him down about the accident, and wherever you got injured would be forbidden for you to go to anymore (for example if you tripped by the kitchen counter, you're banned from going near it).

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Vincent would be quietly cursing to himself the entire time he's rushing you to his private doctor, barking for them to make sure you're alright. His impatience during this time would be extremely obvious from his tapping foot or pacing.

Afterwards, he'd be holding you tight against him while he softly scolds you, threatening to not let you out of his sight again if you keep being careless. But after he's done scolding, he'd just silently hold you as best as he can from the hospital bed.

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Indigo would shriek upon seeing you bleeding from anywhere and scooping you up to look it over carefully, demanding to know what happened and where you're hurt.

He'd try fixing up your wounds as best as he can, but if it gets worse, he'd swim as fast as he can in search for a healer of some kind. He wouldn't stop crying for even a second.

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Magnus would bark for you to stay still immediately while he looks at the wound, and even though he wouldn't verbalize it, you can see the obvious panic in his expression.

Once he spots the open wound, he'd immediately scoop you up and rush over to a nearby river, rinsing the cut or wound and bringing you back to the cave. I think I mentioned it before, but he'd also kidnap a human doctor to demand that they fix you. He'll need you 24/7 in his grasp for a while after that.

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Seradiel would appear within milliseconds, removing you from the situation and wrapping you up tightly in his wings. He'd use his own powers to heal you and teleport you both somewhere safer if need be.

Even after the wound healed, he would continue fussing over you endlessly and insist "this is why I am so protective!! if i weren't here to care for you... i don't even want to think about where you'd be!!"

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Warren's usual calm persona is gone the moment he sees you injured badly. Immediately he's calling for assistance and taking you to another room.

Whether he patches you up or calls for someone else to do it instead, he'd never take his eyes off you. And once you're healed up, he'd spend the rest of the night cuddling you and if you injured your head, he'll kiss the bandage and insist kisses make the boo-boos better quicker <3

[nakylvr]

dealer!dani angst 😭😭 (waiting for part 2).

dealer!dani is getting so popular omg… but hear me out… what if we had a streamer!megan?

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im gonna be so real i dont really watch streamers like. at all so thats why this took so long...but im here now!! so lets talk about it 😁

warnings/tags: fluff, streamer!megan, f!reader, mild language, established relationship, nsfw content under the cut

streamer!megan who told you that she was a streamer the second you asked why she had such a big recording set up in her bedroom, grinning while excitedly explaining everything to you. she knows most people don't think it's a real job, so she feels quite reassured when you tell her how cool you think it is that all she has to do is play video games while recording herself and she makes money off it. she goes into detail about every piece of her set up like it's her most prized possession, then turning red when realizing how much she was ranting about it before you assure her that it's cute to see her so excited about it

streamer!megan who unfortunately will keep you up in the middle of the night because she's streaming a brand new game that just released. even though she's usually quiet when she's focused on playing, she has to answer questions or comments people are putting in the chat. however if it's any type of fps, fortnite, or a scary game, she will probably start yelling halfway through leaving you throwing a pillow at her to either be quiet or turn it off. which she then apologizes over and over again the next morning when you clearly didn't sleep

streamer!megan who will try to make you play games with her, practically begging on her knees saying that she won't even be streaming and that she just wants to play with you. when you eventually give in she has you sitting there with her for hours playing different games to see what is the best for you and how you play in different games. she'll play fortnite with you, but she will probably end up leaving you behind or you end up dying because she didn't hear you ask her for bandages fifteen times. minecraft is probably the best bet for you two to play together unless it's a scary game, in which you two keep switching who's playing before just turning it off and attempting to sleep.

streamer!megan who will take you to E3 and other gaming conventions with her, even if you try to say no, she's already bought everything and it's all booked. she stays by your side the whole time, her hand never letting go of yours knowing how crowded and chaotic the environment of any convention can get. she buys everything she sees in sight along with anything you want, food, figurines, autographs, exclusive games, everything. she doesn't hesitate to spend her money on things you want or like, even if you try telling her you don't want it, she will still buy it for you. this does mean you have to meet other streamers as well at these conventions, but most of them are nice she reassures you and that she talks to a lot of them or plays with them

streamer!megan who accidentally revealed you to all her followers when she started a live while you were gone, forgetting you would be coming back resulting in you walking into her room and wrapping your arms around her shoulders, not realizing she was live while giving her a quick kiss. she freaks out the second after, and quickly starts explaining she's streaming and that everyone watching just saw, making you freeze thinking you fucked up. megan reassures you that you didn't mess anything up when she sees your face drop, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto her lap and deciding to take it as the opportunity to go public. needless to say, her fans love you

streamer!megan who essentially doesn't sleep, whether she's streaming or not she's playing games into the late night as you lay on the bed trying to convince her to sleep. you managed to come up with a few different ways to get her off the games, some not so as innocent as others when she isn't streaming. when she eventually goes to sleep it's so late that she's still asleep when you get up in the morning like normal, her arms around you in a tight grip to keep you from moving much, leaving you forced to sleep more. not that you'd complain. except for when she wakes up and whines about how tired she is and you tell her again that if she didn't stay up so late that she wouldn't be so tired

streamer!megan who eventually convinces you to play with her while she's streaming, telling you it'll be fun and that she promises she will be fair when playing (she cheats.). you tell her it has to be a game you like though, and she will agree immediately, grinning widely when it's all set up and she starts the live. that being said, no matter what game you're playing, she isn't really paying attention to the game or the chat like she normally would, instead her gaze keeps lingering on you as you genuinely enjoy playing with her while thousands of people watch. her fans notice it instantly, and when you realize and question her on it, she almost cries when explaining that it just makes her so happy to have someone who really enjoys being with her to the point they'd be live in front of thousands playing video games

streamer!megan who is so easy to shop for during the holidays or her birthday. all you have to do is go through her steam cart, see what new games have released she doesn't have yet, or look on gamestop and easily be able to find multiple things for her. she gets so excited, jumping up and down like s little kid no matter what she opens and gets, kissing you multiple times saying how much she loves and appreciates you

streamer!megan who you've figured out how to get her off the game when she's not streaming by touching yourself and purposefully emphasizing your moans just to see her head snap backwards with wide eyes when she hears what you're doing, immediately getting off the game no matter if she remembered to save the file or not

streamer!megan who begs to touch you when you're pleasuring yourself to get her off the game, only for you to tell her she isn't allowed to, causing her to whine and beg more to just get one taste of you

streamer!megan who you've eaten out while under her desk and she's streaming, your eyes staring up at her as she tries to keep quiet before ending up turning off the stream and game to grab your hair and push you closer to her

streamer!megan who's hands you've tied behind her back while she sits in her gaming chair and you give her a lap dance. she squirms around so much, begging you to untie her hands so she can touch you to the point tears well in her eyes

streamer!megan who asks if she can take pictures and even record during the act, promising they'll stay on her phone only solely for when you're not around and she's needy.

streamer!megan who sits you on her lap when she's playing and not streaming, not realizing the way you keep moving around until you're fully grinding against her thigh. her eyes go wide when she does realize, pausing the game to put her hands on your hips to drag you along her thigh, murmuring how dirty you are to act like this while she's playing