#🪽 anon

[spirit-lanterns]

Angey, help! You keep making the !Reader too cute!

I thought it might've just been a one-off with Mechanic!Reader and Doggygirl!Reader, but it's just becoming a pattern now 😭

I don't want to BE Bimbo!Reader! I want to DATE her and cuddle and affectionately smack her around for being a doofus!

I need a cure!!

—🪽

You know you’re doing something right when the Reader becomes hot enough for the Readers to simp for themselves.

I try to make each Reader have different personalities in each AU, so they won’t be such a blank slate all the time. Bimbo! Reader is just…adorably cute. Pretty dumb, pretty airheaded at times, but her heart and personality are just so pure, it makes everyone feel whole again!

Even women like Jingliu, Hanya, Fu Xuan and Ruan Mei find themselves cracking a smile whenever Bimbo! Reader is smothering them. She has the power to make any stoic woman feel like their heart has been pierced by Cupid’s arrow <33

[sea-lanterns]

Bimbo Honeybadger!

Like maybe Mualani! She's got the stubborn asf persistence

Maybe she scares a few of the smaller sanctuary beans by being so damn loud! Everyone constantly just walks away from her because she drains their energy and they just can't handle a loud asf honeybadger that won't go away even when attacked by WildCat!Arlecchino because she's too durable!

I just think it might be funny, and I don't know anything about Genshin Characters, except for Jean, Collei, Arlecchino and Mavuika, since I keep downloading the game for them before I remember that I don't know how to play T-T

—🪽

As funny as it is to imagine Mualani as a Honey Badger, I think she is far too sweet to ever be that feisty 😭😭

Tbh, I feel like Shenhe or Rosaria fits more with being a Honey Badger, as they both have that “don’t give a shit” attitude and will fuck up a predator much larger than themself with no hesitation. Just very long-bodied, striped, feral honey badgers who tough out anything all for the sake of survival…

Lmao, imagine the big cat hybrids like Dehya or Xilonen getting scared shitless whenever Shenhe/Rosaria start running through the sanctuary. They command the entire sanctuary (other than Vet! Reader) and everyone makes way for them.

Except you, ofc.

[bloodibambiidoll]

I'm asking waayyy too much BUT ITS THE LAST ONE I PINKY PROMISE( for today. . .)

Anyyywaayyssss, okay so what if weird girl!reader was hanging around n climbing trees or something (bc I do that-) and JJ sees her and he's like "girl wtf r u doing up there" and blah blah blah it's there first time meeting too (it would be fun if rafe sees this and they're not dating yet n he gets a lil jelly hehe)

VERY RANDOM BUT MY HEAD JUST WORKS LIKE THATTT

Ty bb🪽🫀

Omg yes!! This is such a cutie idea!! I actually had this pic saved on her Pinterest board bc she absolutely climbs trees. Sometimes she just climbs a little too high… Jealous!Rafe, fluff, lovesick!Rafe 18+MNDI!

(Also in another world Jj & Weird!girl would be so cute actually)

“What’re you doing up there?” The sound of someone’s voice nearly has you falling off the tree branch you’re perched on as your hand flies to chest and a surprised gasp leaves you. You look below you to see a head of messy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes squinting up at you through the sun. You’ve never met him, but recognize him of course, it’s not like the island is particularly big so you’ve seen everyone at least once. Jj Maybank, he’s from the cut so it makes sense that you’ve never really crossed paths. He’s cute though.

“Umm… I’m doing pretty much exactly what it looks like I’m doing, sitting in a tree.” You let out a little small chuckle as you look down at him. “What are you doing down there?”

“Well, I’m exactly what it looks like I’m doing, walking on the ground.” You snort at that, giving him a playful roll of your eyes. “I know, I’m hilarious. I was just makin’ sure you weren’t stuck up there or anything.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say stuck. I’d say I may have flown too close to the sun climbing up this high.” You shrug as you kick your dangling feet back and forth.

“Soooo… you’re stuck then?” Jj smirks up at you as he adjusts the cap on his head so it’s facing backwards. It gives you a better view of his face, he’s cute. Maybe if you weren’t already so invested in Rafe you would definitely be interested in him.

“I mean, mentally? Yes. Physically? No. I could get down whenever I want, actually.” Your voice is sickly sweet and Jj wonders why he’s never talked to you before. He’s seen you around and he’s always thought you were hot. That whole semi creepy but still angelic vibe you give off really does it for him.

“Yeah? You need some help?” He chuckles and leans his hand against the trunk of the tree, out stretching his neck and accentuating his jaw. He looks like he’d be nice to bite.

“She’s good, Maybank.” Your head whips around to see Rafe walking down the dirt path with a stone cold look set on his face. “I can help my girl. You can fuck off now.”

“Rafey! Hi!” You smile wide as you wave down at him enthusiastically. You sent him a picture of you up in the tree telling him you might need a little help getting down and he immediately dropped everything to come to your rescue.

“Rafey, huh? That’s adorable, truly.” Jj smirks at Rafe and it has him breathing out hard through his nostrils. He’s been trying really hard not to beat every man who looks at you to a pulp but seeing fucking Jj Maybank smirking up at you while you giggle is making him see red.

“Shut the fuck up, Pogue. Didn’t I tell you to fuck off? I suggest you do before we have an actual problem.” Rafe takes a few steps towards him, his eyes are like blue fire as he glares at Jj like he wants to burn him alive. It’s kind of hot. If you’re being honest with yourself.

“Okaaaay, I think that’s enough. I’m good Jj, thank you for offering to help me, you’re sweet.” You give him a saccharine smile and it makes him swoon just a little. You are so cute that if he wasn’t trying to stay off the cops radar he would probably stand here and fuck with Rafe even more.

“Yeah, no problem, sweetheart. See ya around, let me know if pretty boy over here decides to fuck you over, I don’t mind being your rebound.” Jj bites his lip as he winks at you before turning to walk off. Rafe wants to chase after him and wipe that smug ass look off his face by shoving it into the dirt.

“Raaaafe.” You snap your fingers to get his attention and it pulls him out of his rage filled trance. He looks up at you, smiling down at him so sweetly and he almost forgets who Jj Maybank even is. Almost. He still wants to kick his fucking ass.

“Hmm? Yeah baby?”

“Can you help me get down now?” He giggle and Rafe swears it’s his favorite sound other than when you scream for him while you fall apart in his cock.

“Oh shit, yeah. C’mere.” Rafe moves so he’s directly under you with his arms outstretched. “Jump down, I’ll catch you.”

“I don’t know, Rafe. I’m pretty high up.” Your expression turns nervous so Rafe leans up so he can hit the bottom of your shoe with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re not even that high, see? Just fuckin’ jump. Promise I won’t let you fall.” He shakes his hands above his head and gives you that semi goofy, reassuring smile that’s reserved only for you.

“Okay. Fine.” You let out a dramatic sigh before bracing your hands on the branch so you can push yourself down into Rafe’s arms. A little squeal leaves you when he grips onto your hips and pulls you against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck so you can plant a messy smooch on his lips. “My savior!! How will I ever repay you, fair knight?”

“Pft. You’re so fuckin’ dramatic.” Rafe snorts as he lightly sets you down on the ground.

“I’m dramatic? You were about to beat Jj’s ass for trying to help me!” You laugh, jokingly pushing your hand into his shoulder.

“Nah, he was doing more than just trynna help you.” Rafe grabs onto your hand so he can pull you closer against his chest. “He was fucking flirting with you and you’re mine.”

“Yours, huh? Guess I missed the letter in the mail that said we were official.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb.” Rafe throws his head back with a groan but you can see the smile painted across your lips. “I thought I made it pretty fuckin’ clear that you’re my girl.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know, might need you to spell it out for me.” Your giggle makes butterflies erupt in his stomach and Rafe never believed in that butterflies in your tummy bullshit until he met you.

“Ugh. You’re a brat, you know that?” You shrug, letting out a satisfied hum. “Fine. Be my girlfriend?”

“Uh, duh, I already am.” He rolls his eyes and you give him a satisfied smile. “Just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re sooo in for it when we get back to my place. Brat.” He grips onto your neck, pulling your lips against his in a rough kiss. “Car. Let’s go.”

“Okay, okay, sooo bosssy.” He smacks your ass and you yelp, running full speed toward his truck.

“Oh hell nah! Get your lil ass back here!!”

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[devil-in-hiding]

i had to put myself on anon for this request because i’m: shy🧎‍♀️

but pls just imagine ex!simon and hole inspection o_O

like you can’t tell me simon wouldn’t have you bent over the arm of the couch, thumbing at your folds and shoving two of his thick fingers inside of you to see if you’re still as tight as you used to be

(bonus points for the degradation and smacks he leaves on your ass)

- 🪽

One minute the two of you are arguing, the next your bent over your couch with your jeans around your ankles and Simon’s fingers spreading your folds, the familiar feel of his touch making you whimper, hanging your head as you support yourself on shaky arms. “Simon-“

“You let anyone else fuck ya?” He asks, dark and dangerous and a tingle shoots up your spine when his thumb taps your entrance. You shake your head, spreading your legs farther. “No sir, never.” Your whine turns to a squeal when he lands a solid slap to your ass, massaging the fat there before wrapping his hand around your hip.

“Lyin’ to me pretty girl? Ya know what happens when you lie.” Simon growls, and you bite your lip. Tempting… but you shake your head, looking at him over your shoulder with half-lidded eyes, pouting. “No one could fuck me as good as you-Fuck!” You gasp when he sinks his middle finger into you, the two of you groaning as you grip the cushion tighter. “Simon!”

“Christ you’re stranglin’ my fuckin finger..” He breathes, and your knees tremble when he leans down, trailing kisses down your spine as he opens you up on his finger, slowly, the way he always loved to do on the nights where the two of you wouldn’t leave the bed until the early hours of the morning

[princessbrunette]

trying to break up with rafe because u don’t like how crazy he can be sometimes and no matter how hard he tries to manipulate u into not leaving him it’s not working until he drops to his knees, crying and begging u to stay that it actually works… then he proceeds to fuck u silly for even thinking u could break up with him ♡

– 🪽 anon

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

at first he’d try and argue against you, on the defensive because how dare you call him crazy? after everything he’s done for you? but as soon as you take one step towards the door he’s dropping to his knees infront of you with tears threatening to spill, the volume of his voice raising in panic.

“no please don’t leave baby, okay? please!” his tone resembles a scared child and you sigh. you told yourself you wouldn’t give in but you can’t help it, you feel awful. you stop your movements and face him, brow furrowed, the man kneeling right before you. “i’m gonna fix it okay? i’ll— i’ll get better and — and i’ll make it right. please” he’s panting, desperate. he holds you there with his hands on your hips, staring up at you with glassy eyes.

“you have to get help rafe.” you whisper, knowing you’re giving in like you promised yourself you wouldn’t.

“whatever you want, alright?” he tugs you a little closer and starts pressing frantic and desperate kisses along your stomach and hips. “lemme show you, ‘kay?”

by the time he’s got you cumming around his dick for the third time, he’s all but back to his regular self, growling into your neck with your knees pressed to your chest.

“yeah. s’right baby. just couldn’t leave this dick could you? needed your— fuck, needed your fill isn’t that right? good thing you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

your head was in the clouds, so you couldn’t care less what he was saying. the only reoccurring thought of concern in the back of your mind was how you don’t quite remember him putting on a condom.

you’re sure it’s fine, he must have done. rafe wouldn’t do that to you, right?

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is a vampire who struggles with luring in thralls. He can put people to sleep, which works just fine in order to feed himself with minimum fuss, but he can’t seem to find the knack to tying even one mortal’s mind to himself for the long-term, who is forevermore convinced that all they live for is to provide him blood and devotion.

All of his siblings can manage it in one way or another; for example, Desire has a gift for making their thralls believe that they fulfill all the humans’ strongest wants and longings, Death manages to convince her thralls that she’s their dearest and oldest friend and thus someone they can trust implicitly, and Destiny somehow overwhelms his thralls with the belief that they were always fated to stay by his side and provide him with sustenance.

Dream has been studying and researching and preparing though, and he’s ready to try luring in his first permanent thrall, the perfect companion and pet to care for and feed from.

And here in the woods, away from anyone that might stop him, he finds the most perfect man seemingly tailored exactly to his taste. At first sight, he knows that he wants this man always beside him, prettied up and pampered like a good and precious pet should be.

Dream wants to have him wrecked under him, to see those big brown eyes well up with tears as he begs for yet another orgasm. Dream can already see it in his mind’s eye, can see this lone traveler turned into his sweet little pet, his mind fucked out of him and enthralled forever.

And so he steps out from the trees and throws everything he’s learned into the thrall magic. His voice is as soft as a lullaby, and he coaxes the man’s name — Hob Gadling — and life’s story out of him until he is entirely at ease, allowing Dream further and further into his space and thus tightening the vampire’s hold on his mind.

Before long he’s enticed Hob to lay back on the forest floor and remove his clothes, to open his legs up to him and bare his neck.

Even with Dream’s new knowledge and skill, he’s amazing at how easily Hob falls into the thrall, already looking at him with eagerness and adoration even as his back meets the ground, immediately agreeing when Dream proclaims that Hob now belongs to him, is his forevermore, and will consider Dream his beloved master. The only conclusion Dream can come up with is that the darling man is particularly susceptible to mind magic, practically made to be a devoted pet to someone like Dream. Clearly it’s a good thing he found him when he did, before some other unscrupulous creature could snatch him up and take advantage of him, abusing the poor thing before draining him dry.

As Dream pounds into his new thrall’s hole and lovingly licks the bite marks he’s left on Hob’s neck, he revels in his newfound skill, and looks forward to taking very good care of his pet.

——

Hob Gadling is a fairly seasoned traveler, and has gained a few boons on his adventures from decently powerful people. Like the spell cast on him by a grateful witch that permanently grants him immunity to mind manipulation magic, including vampires.

So Hob could be considered safe in his own mind when the beautiful—and clearly vampiric—stranger emerge from the spooky woods and immediately tries to enchant him, and doesn’t appear to realize that the magic isn’t touching him. It’s ultimately a moot point though, when Hob “But Red is My Favorite Flag Color” Gadling decides to go along with it anyway, allowing his new “Master” to fuck him and feed from him, and then take him home with him afterwards.

At some point Hob might decide end the charade and continue his traveling, but as he shamelessly rubs himself against an indulgent but pleased Dream as they settle into his new home, he has a sneaking suspicion that it’s an unlikely possibility.

(He is admittedly looking forward to seeing how long it will take Dream to realize that Hob is in fact unaffected by his magic, and is choosing to be his pet. At the very least he’s curious if the vampire will even notice that Hob is a particularly long-lived pet, thanks to a different boon of immortality given to him by a grateful goddess he once helped 😁)

-🪽anon

I'm on a real vampire kick lately what with Good Dog au AND it being spooky season, so I am sooooo into this!!

The truth is Hob was kind of going through a rough patch, so he was very grateful to be taken in by such a kind, sweet "master". Dream isn't the type to want his thralls all skinny and beaten up, far from it! He makes sure to give Hob the absolute best of everything: nice new clothes, good food, warm baths. He really treats Hob like a pampered lap dog, always trying to tempt him with some new treat or gift. Hob quickly becomes very spoiled and is very content to laze around while Dream takes care of him. The best part is that Hob doesn't even have to think for himself, because Dream does all the important decision making. Hob’s only job is to thoroughly enjoy himself and act like the cutest little himbo.

He wakes up each morning and gladly spreads his legs for Dream to fuck into him. Sometimes he dozes off again while Dream works his pretty little hole. Sometimes he stays awake while Dream plays with his nipples and makes him beg to be allowed to cum. Either way Hob always bares his neck eagerly: he LOVES being bitten and will pout if Dream doesn't drink "enough" from him. What a sweet little pet he is!

When Dream’s family come around and inspect his new thrall, Hob has to press a finger to his lips and silently beg Death and Desire not to tell Dream that he's not actually under any spell at all (they can tell immediately, of course). And they do keep the secret, because Dream finally seems so happy, and there's no harm it in really. Hob is enthralled by Dream, just not in a magical way - it's just love.

Hob is so relieved when Dream’s siblings go away. He crawls right into Dream’s lap and starts riding his cock, rubbing all over him and nearly purring. He doesn't want to travel anymore or be cold and wet and alone. He's so happy with his "master", why would be ever want to leave? He's quite happy to be Dream’s spoiled pet immortal blood bank, thanks very much.

And Dream never wants or needs another pet, with Hob’s delicious blood sustaining him. He's so glad that Hob seems happy too... maybe Dream IS good at keeping thralls, after all!

[fcthots]

Hi! I m glad to see your inbox open again, last week I started having a Jason Todd brainrot (thanks to Pinterest for this) and when I type Jason Todd x reader on Tumblr your blog was one of the first ones I found (and the one whose most fics I spent the weekend reading 😅). Thank you so much for feeding my hiperfixation, you are talented and portrait Jason amazingly on your fics.

So now that your request are open, could you do a Jason x fem!reader with the prompt "Here! Take my jacket/coat". I love leather jackets and I would love to try Jackson's 😍

Btw, I am planning on showing on your inbox every once on a while. Could I ask for an anon emoji too, pretty please 🫶🏼?

Hey anon, good to have you

dealer's choice for emoji? bc then ur getting 🪽bc I think its cool

You swear you're gonna freeze to death. You and Jason ditched the gala not even 45 minutes after getting there. You booked it outside and argued on where you should sit like a married couple. The argument slowly derailed from there.

You tuck your arms closer around yourself. Your dress didn't exactly have a lot of fabric to keep you warm. "I realize now is a bad time to mention this, but I'm cold."

Jason looks at you like a cat that is thinking about how it's smarter than you. "I told you to bring a jacket."

"What jacket would match a gown, Jason? Huh? None! None is the correct answer!" You whisper shout, but your words have no real heat to them.

He crosses his arms. "Well maybe you shouldn't have worn such a skimpy dress!" You can see he's fighting off a smile from his own sarcasm.

"YOU PICKED OUT THE FUCKING DRESS!" You play along, but your voice trails off in a laugh.

He laughs when you laugh. "UGH. Fine. I guess you can have my jacket." He says it with faux annoyance and he's altogether stopped trying to suppress his smile.

After he dramatically shrugs off his jacket, he helps to slip it onto your shoulders, unable to suppress being a gentleman even for your fake fight.

Once it's snug on you, he takes a step back, eyes trailing over your form, looking at the dress he chose for you in his color (you lost a bet, but the dress was actually very nice and looked very good on you) and his jacket slipped over your shoulders.

After staring into your soul for a full minute, he finally opens his mouth. "New plan." You quirk an eyebrow before he continues. "We make a run for the manor and you take all of your clothes off."

You blink for a moment, processing his unexpected words. You nod. "Good plan. Slight issue: I am in heels."

"Princesses get carried. Let's go."

[lifesteal-headcanons]

A chunkban puts you in a trance-like state. You are frozen in time, feeling like you are both there and not there at the same time. Even though it's technically not a "death", it's still considered to be one of the most painful ways to go, both physically and mentally.

Because both Squiddo and Ashswag have major deformities in their respective code, this causes the both of them to be the most affected when it comes to a chunk ban. Whenever either of them get chunk-banned, parts of their code slowly rip and tear itself apart overtime. When they get out, the effects could be as little as a major headache and awful need for sleep, or could be as severe as their own faces being deleted.

-🪽 anon (if this isn't taken yet lol)

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[spirit-lanterns]

Foxes (and presumably, Foxians in turn) are usually monogamous and have one mate for life

But, sometimes there's "extra-pair", which can happen when a male fox trespasses to mate with a vixen who's tod is away.

Oh, additionally, with most big cats (mainly leopards and jaguars), they'll fight super hard for a mate... unless the two are close or siblings or something, in which case they'll take turns mating with the female.

Anyway, all this is to say that I kind of think alphas would be similar, and it might be neat for the three foxians to take turns claiming Omega!Reader while trying to convince Omega!R that they're definitely the best fit for her!

Tingyun would be the trespasser, while Yukong and Feixiao would be the alphas that were close with each other, in this senerio.

No one wins, and now Omega!Reader smells like she's claimed by three different scents that don't mesh well together at all...

—🪽

I’m cackling at the thought of Tingyun being the sneaky fox trying to intrude on Feixiao and Yukong’s territory, in order to mate with their omega. But she always gets chased off before she could get too close, leaving her to come back from time to time because she’s determined to snag the pretty omega for herself.

One day when Feixiao and Yukong go out hunting though, I can see Tingyun trespassing into your cave to seduce you, and by the time Feixiao and Yukong come back, they see the sneaky fox already mounting you from behind and grinning while she mates with you. Cue a screaming session between the Foxian alphas (but it sounds like actual foxes screaming) as Feixiao chases her off the territory and Yukong checks on you to make sure that sneaky fox didn’t hurt you. She didn’t, but she most definitely left her mark on you which meant you were also mated to her 😭

Feixiao and Yukong being a close pair that shares you makes sense though. It actually works because I made both their scents be similar (Feixiao smells like wet forest wood and Yukong smells like wet moss). However, Tingyun herself smells like lychee, so now you smell like a mix of wet forest and moss, as well as a sweet lychee smell from that playgirl Tingyun…

[sea-lanterns]

Some cats have this thing called Toxoplasma gondii.

Cats tend to spread it around to mice, and they tend to be more docile and not very frightened of cats.

Anyway, headcanon is that the cat ladies can give it to Mouse!Reader via kisses or licks.

Also:

I know that Mouse!Reader ISN'T a rat, but something very cute about them is that rats play and like to be tickled!

Usually they like wrestling, tug of war, and tag, and I just think it would be so cute for Mouse/Rodent!Reader to do something similar if she was under the influence of Toxiplasmosis!

Rats are also HIGHLY food motivated, like, if the Cat Women want her to beg, or do a trick, all they have to do is ask and she'll just do it for treats or lovins!

—🪽

Oh that’s actually a rlly interesting fact :0

It would explain why Mouse! Reader might get more comfortable around the felines later on. The more she is kissed and groomed by all these big cat ladies (and Lynette), the calmer she gets, to the point where she’s comfortable snuggling up to them. 🤭

Also, while Mouse! Reader isn’t a rat, I would assume she displays pretty similar behaviors when it comes to playing. Perhaps the game of “chase” with Lynette grows on her, and she actually likes being chased around by the cat ladies and picked up in their mouths. She could also enjoy “tug of war” with the canine ladies as well, but ofc; the big canine women would always win against a smol mouse…

[askchilchuck]

hi, sir chilchuck! can we play games? there are these things called video games... I'm not sure if you know about them!

-🪽

I’m not sure I’ve heard of it… How do we play?

[yanderestarangel]

Hi! ☺️

I would like to ask why is Priest!Miguel O'Hara bot on JanitorAI hidden? It was so good and I loved it! 😢🩷

Hi my angel, I really don't know what happened some of my bots disappeared from the Janitor a.i but I already republished it today.

Priest Miguel O'Hara

[𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕] ┆Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

TW : blasphemy, sinful context, brain rot, dark!Miguel, au, idolatry, nsfw, angst.

[devil-in-hiding]

bully!soap & facefucking

like pls try and convince me that man’s favorite position isn’t you with your head hanging off the edge of the bed and forcing his cock down your throat and to your ribcage

“y’cryin’ already? barely just started, bonnie. s’fine—the tears make it easier to slip my dick past yer tonsils anyway”

(can i be a moot anon? can i be🪽?)

ARE WE MOOTS BC IF NOT WE SHOULD BE BECAUSE FUCK YEAH IT IS

This fucker loves watching the way your throat bulges in this position, can easily see the outline of his cock stuffed down it

you WILL have you pussy slapped in this position, don’t fight it or he’ll just spank it harder

[princessbrunette]

💭: sucking rafe’s fingers and looking at him like ‘🥺’ while sitting on his lap and grinding on his hard on ♡ i can clearly picture him looking at me with his mouth slightly open and hazy eyes 💕

– 🪽 anon

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

he can already feel the lace of your panties covering your cunt through his shorts when you straddle his lap, being all sweet on him. you’d just arrived at tannyhill, rafe having the house to himself for a while with sarah and wheezie gone and his dad off to another country on some business trip he wasn’t allowed in on.

“y’know we — we could be livin’ like this soon. i mean this place, all ours. my dads thinking of selling this place but what— what he doesn’t know is that m’gonna buy it off him if he does… so he might aswell just give it to me…” he rambles, intense gaze pinning you where you’re sat. you’re the only one who listens to his fanatical plans and believes them, because rafe always gets things done no matter what— he handled everything for you.

your eyes widen yourself, a smile on your face. “really?” you gleam, thighs tightening around his lower body in excitement and he nods, proud smile on his face.

“uh-huh. can start our life together baby, isn’t that —amazing? can have everything the way we want… n’no one’s gonna tell us we can’t…” he muses, the two of you feeding off eachothers happiness, a inkling of insanity and obsession burning in your subconsciouses. his smile melts into a collected smirk, hands squeezing your hips. “can be my little housewife when we get everything figured out… how ‘bout that?”

you suck on your bottom lip, pink hearts practically forming in your pupils as you nod eagerly, wanting to hear more. your hips twitch at the excitement and his cock jumps in his boxers beneath you. you always got eachother hyped up like this, like there was a surge of electricity that flowed through the two of you as one joint unit, travelling through where his hands touched your skin.

“oh you like that idea huh? lemme think, yeah— yeah i’ll get a big shiny rock on that lil’ finger. every girl this side o’the islands g’nna want your head for that, baby. yeah. have you waiting here for me all pretty in those little skirts you like, waitin’ for me to come home from doin’ business… take my suit off for me so i c’n fuck some cameron babies into you… want that with me don’t you, sweetheart?” his voice drops lower as he speaks, feeling the way you grind your cunt against his hardening cock. you’re hanging onto every word, brows furrowed— eyes locked on his. he can feel you panting, your hot breath washing over his own lips as he tilts his head, head leaning against the chair he’s sat on slightly.

“fuck, these pretty lips.” he gets distracted, eyes on your mouth as his hand comes up to drag a thumb along your bottom lip, smearing the gloss around and pulling the plumpness of it down to rub his thumb along the inside of the lip. muscle memory from his coke head days, surely.

your tongue peeks out as you whine, speeding up your movements as you shamelessly hump on him, tasting the salt of his skin off the pad of his coarse thumb. he slots it into your mouth and lets you suck before replacing the thumb with two of his fingers, practically stuffing them into your mouth making your eyes water and brows furrow at the intrusion.

he’s frowning a little in concentration as he watches you suck on them sweetly, grinding and fighting for his approval. “g’nna get that throat nice and ready for me soon. thats uh—�� he chuckles to himself before he completes the sentence, knowing its crude. “thats one of your housewife duties, you know?” he grins toothily, eyes never leaving your mouth once.

he looks at you once he pulls the digits out, wiping them carelessly on your cheek as you whine, trembling as you feel your stomach start to tense. “really gonna cum on my pants aren’t you?” he drawls, shaking his head “all ‘cos i promised you that good life, huh. ‘least i know you’ll never leave me. like this shit too much, don’t you?” his voice drops to a low mumble only you could hear as he smushes your cheeks, bringing your lips to his just as you’re about to reach your peak. it sounds so degrading coming from him, but you couldn’t even argue. he was right.

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[gabessquishytum]

Dream is the femme fatale treasure hunter in an indiana jones or uncharted setting, and has just finished a job with renowned treasure hunter Hob Gadling.

However, despite the fact that Hob is handsome, charming, and apparently well-researched (based on the historical tidbits he’d dropped here and there on their adventure), Dream has determinedly resisted the urge to fall into his arms and bed. Ruggedly dashing adventurers are more prevalent in this world than you’d think, and he has no interest in fulfilling the role of swooning love interest in any of their stories.

However, when he visits Hob at the university that apparently is his day job, in order to clear up a few loose ends afterwards, he is completely unprepared for Dr. Robert Gadling.

Look, he’d known Hob was attractive, he’d seen the man shirtless and sweaty as he took out bad guys single-handedly, but that was the whole point; he’s seen plenty of other attractive adventurers in the exact same situation, and had thus successfully refused to let it sway him. But how is Dream supposed to deal with that same man in a rumpled suit, with a goddamn bow-tie, and glasses???

Dream sits in on the last few minutes of the lecture in a state of confused lust, because on top of it all Dr. Gadling (why did no one tell Dream this man has a phd, this isn’t fair) is not just well-researched, he’s a full-blown nerd who’s passionate about the history he teaches, how is he supposed to handle this??

The final straw is witnessing one of the students bat her eyelashes at the professor, in order to show off the confession of love she’d written on her own eyelids (a la that scene from raiders of the lost ark), which proceeds to fluster Hob. He blushes, briefly looses his place in the lesson, and then pointedly ignores her until the end of class.

Dream finally admits defeat. He’s waving the white flag of surrender. Clearly he has absolutely no other choice but to drag the man back to his office, lock the door, and have his way with him on the desk.

-🪽anon

Aww this is so cute. Sexy nerd Hob is such a vibe!!

Dream is absolutely losing his mind when he finally gets Hob alone in his messy little office. Surrounded by stacks of books and loose papers from Hob’s research, he's truly forced to admit that this man might be perfect. Even as Dream pounces on him like a sexually charged panther, Hob is still nervously pulling on his bow tie and offering Dream a cup of tea. He's so fucking cute, it's just not fair. And he doesn't even seem to know how damned attractive he is! He lets out a surprised little exclamation in what sounds suspiciously like ancient aramaic as Dream pins him down against his own desk and starts divesting him of his horrible frumpy suit. Under the terrible clothes is the same tanned, rugged hairy body that Dream had been so scornful about, but now he feels a sense of fondness as he kisses those muscular pecs. He thinks he could happily sit in Hob’s lap, sucking on his tits and listening to him reading out sections of his research forever.

Next time they head out on an adventure, Dream is going to properly appreciate his dashing Doctor Gadling (which may include tying him down to an ancient altar and invoking some kind of eldritch sex magic ritual... Dream couldn't possibly comment).

[sminiac]

sohee has been looking a little TEW good lately and i need someone to write SOMETHING pls any hard thoughts u can think of <33

🪽(if that isnt alr taken)

💌 — anon you just get it 🤭, i gotchu :b

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Sohee having this natural cuteness to him must make him feel like it’s both a blessing and yet simultaneously a curse, so this definitely made him an automatic target when ‘Talk Saxy’ was first introduced, because that big adorable grin that he can’t quite keep subdued and his dulcet pitch of voice doesn’t exactly scream sexy.

It was apparent to him that he’d need to somehow work at embodying this feeling for the sake of his own satisfaction, and I think that throughout his contemplation on how he could possibly emanate this side of himself that he’s never indulged in before without it being overly dramatic or not quite enough, his only plausible conclusion always circled right back to the idea of inquiring you about it. How he could make it authentic, make it his.

And sure, yk maybe he could’ve asked Seunghan, or even Wonbin who exuded the energy he’s chasing after all too naturally, but this was one hell of an excuse to get you in the same room as him. Alone. How could he have passed that up???

He’d be so shy, and patient, and yet strained when asking if you’d be the one to help him with his… problem, but quickly became very red in the face, those uncontainable feelings of excitement bubbling up once you agreed that you’d be the one to help him, and once he’s got you in your bed, not even a thin shield of clothes separating the two of you, he starts to see the appeal of what his members seemed to pick up on faster than he could.

His smile would have this shift of sharpness to it, prompted by a more foreign sense when his eyes are repeatedly running up and down the sight of you, naked, open, welcoming just for him.

Best believe that first push in is all he needs to revive that confidence within himself, because he’s got his favourite girl below him swallowing in his cock, gasping out his name in a hasty shock as your nails drag marks into his back that couldn’t possibly be covered up with any makeup the stylists have to offer.

He’d be so sweet too, so thankful for you, that you’re so willing to do this for him:( he’d do his best to make it as much about you as it is about him, his warm hand flattening against the back of your thigh so he can push it up, searching for an angle that’ll have him running even deeper into you, searching for that pressure that has your nails digging into his arms.

He’s def the type to have his mouth subconsciously open, jaw slack, saliva dripping because he’s just too lost in the pleasure that you’re all he’s focused on, babbling a mess of “Baby—! Babybaby, please!” And “Your— pussy, fuck, who else could compete with you? ‘M jus’ all yours, Mmphff— All yours!”

Makes the prettiest faces, the prettiest sounds ugh!!! And he makes sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you with his mouth, and he’s messy, and loud, loves being as loud as he can for you, especially when he’s got his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue poking out to flick against it. He’s just so😡😡

The next day when they’re running through the choreography this guys receiving all of the compliments that exist, his members even think that he’s a little too in touch with this side of himself today that they start to question how it was to even come about??? I mean, he was literally struggling so bad the day before, but now he’s kicking into his more sexy side within seconds?

It all makes sense when you arrive to practice, because the looks Sohee gives you aren’t all that subtle, maybe that’s what the two of you need to work on tonight because Anton’s starting to not care about the grimaces that flash across his face whenever Sohee’s hand moves a little too closely to your ass.