#ALONEEE !!!

[batcels]

[cosycafune]

CHOSO'S GUILTY PLEASURE

1.4k words. choso’s usually unwilling to take you from behind. however, seeing you so gushy, filled with him, from missionary, leaves him curious. how can he resist your doe eyes and your batting eyelashes? that’s like depriving himself of his favourite sight: you.

acts: missionary, creampies, unprotected sex, back shots, messiness, teasing, slight rough sex, cuddling, sizing, size difference, fluff, size difference and new experiences.

a/n: if he had enough time, he'd eat it from behind.

BATTERED, filled immensely, your twinking eyes greet Choso’s loved ones. Grinning, you softly glance up at a satisfied Choso – unwilling to allow his devoted self to pull out. Inevitably, you knew Choso had a heavy breeding kink – so you couldn’t help but entertain that occasionally.

Admiring a trembling Choso, you observe his divine features contort with satisfaction as he lodges you with his heavy spurts of cum. Situated in missionary, you involuntarily tighten around Choso – gasping at his immense arrays of baby batter swelling your womb.

“Cho’, are you trying to get… me pregnant?” Breathily taunting him, Choso gently gifts you deep thrusts – his neverending sexual urges insatiable.

“I wouldn't mind seeing you full, marked with my child,” Responding choppily, Choso continues to needily thrust into your mystical cunt.

Compelled by your gushy, soppy cunt, Choso shakily grunts and whimpers within your ear tenderly. Biting the shell of your ear, Choso casts himself into furthering his colossal cock – admiring the lewd ivory ring around your cunt. Observing your cunt accommodate him, sucking mercilessly on him, completely enthralled a pussy-stricken Choso. Nothing within him longed to pull out, whether or not your family’s fated to return in an hour.

Content, mellow at the prevailing mess on your girly sheets, Choso shifts his lips upon your own – caging you with his hearty love. To you, each whimper, grunt, wail or cry from him was enough to ignore everything within the complex world. No, it pushed you into longing for him to take you from behind – his fertile balls slamming against your swole clit.

“Cho’, do you want to try something new?” Questioning a halting Choso, you elaborate – battering your eyelashes suggestively.

“Hm? What’d you wanna try, my love?” Curling up at Choso’s whiny, gruff response, you grow immensely flustered.

Unable to tame the stammering of your heart, you involuntarily avoid Choso’s intimidating gaze – struggling to command your breaths. Sexually yearning, your ample breasts rise and fall – prompting Choso into gifting you a boyish grin. A boyish grin before he so deeply bucks his toned hips into you, watching you cutely arch – forced to greet his commanding, lidded eyes.

“Want you to take me from behind,” Pouting, planting your request within his ears, you softly moan.

Right now, you fruitfully had to conduct your intimate point – unwilling to puddle at Choso’s monstrous cock ruling your abdomen. Even with your cute stomach bulge being prevalent, and your smaller frame beneath him, you knew you would have to convince Choso. After all, doggy style was a position he openly frowned upon. Choso fell completely disheartened whenever you suggested it, not longing to be departed from your face.

The concept of denying himself each contortion of your sex-driven face, your bouncing breasts, your rolling eyes, and the drool that consistently puddles from your lips, he disdained missing it. Not having you before him, gasping while he creampies you, filling your womb with contentment, causes him to waver slightly.

“‘You sure?” Gently questioning you, Choso cunningly withdraws his cock from your soppy cunt – glancing so eagerly at you.

“I’m so sure, Cho’,” Whining, reassuring him, you curl into him drawing you impossibly nearer to him – relishing each curve and contort of your physique.

Lulled by your consent, Choso compels himself into softly admiring you shift onto your back. Observing you, your back ethereally arching, Choso grins towards the swaying sight of your bubble butt.

Stitched with a hungering desire, Choso bites his lips – whining at the plump curve of your cunt. Simply seeing the fattiness of it, his trails of thick semen fluttering out of your stuffed cunt, broke Choso’s self-restraint. Just seeing your bubble butt so marked up with love bites, tingling, and faint slap marks, made Choso feel so dizzy.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Trembling with longing, Choso voices his lustful thoughts – bringing you closer to him.

“Take me,” Egging Choso on, you softly whine.

Scrambling Choso’s mind, you slip your fingers towards your flaunted cunt – lewdly rubbing your cum-stained clit. Taunting a breathless Choso, you softly moan – allowing him to see your fingers endowed with his cum. It made you grin heavily, wishing you could witness the flustered tint on Choso’s face. Such a thing made you moan louder, completely consumed by Choso’s low gaze watching you play with his webbed cum on your squelchy, dripping cunt.

“Shit, ‘need you now, baby,” Grunting, Choso voices his primal longing – steadying his hips so painfully near your own.

“Ah! I’m yours,” Mewling, you playfully speak, gently posing your doughy ass before Choso’s rubbing tip.

Gasping, you hungrily feel Choso’s overpowering fingers knead your spongy ass. Needily moaning, you tremble at the feeling of Choso’s wide cockhead. Innately, he nudges his pulsating cock against your fluttering folds — listening to the squelching that emerges.

“So warm,” Choso lowly grumbles, teasing you through submerging his smooth cockhead into your cunt.

Enchanted, Choso admires your cunt suck on the tip of his cock — pushing him into subconsciously nudging more of him in. More while you almost falter, leading to him using a single hand to steady your hip — consuming you entirely.

Unable to halt your stings of desperations and mewls, you jolt at Choso’s arising curiosity. Curiosity that he feeds through burrowing his ample cock further into your devouring cunt, watching it mould and stretch around his abnormally thick cock.

“Mhm, can you handle…it?” Cunningly questioning you, Choso observes your physique almost crumble.

Naturally, you’re struggling to take his cock from this angle — feeling a deepness that penetrates your fluttering abdomen. Breathless, you’re beautifully gasping — sexually mulling over Choso’s prominent neediness.

“Mhm, ‘can…handle,” Attempting to convince yourself, Choso fuzzily chuckles — burrowing his degrading cock so deeply within your yelping cunt.

“Ah! Cho’!” Trembling with intricate pleasure, you crazily weep with satisfaction — your eyes sensually rolling back.

“So…deep,” Whimpering, Choso relishes your vaginal warmth — his ears warming at the overbearing sensation.

“You’re…twitching already?” Muttering your inquiry, you purr at the deep feeling of Choso’s cock — enthralled.

“Ngh, s-so…warm,” Choppily speaking, Choso subconsciously begins to thrust into you — grasping your doughy ass to further his cock.

Desperately consumed by his longing, Choso firmly holds up your ass cheek — admiring how obedient your cunt is. Smitten, he admires the thick strings of his old cum that lingers — along with the snowy ring that adorns his veiny cunt.

“M-More…Cho’!” Pleading, your mouth drools consistently — your features smeared whorishly against the sheets.

“Mhm,” Choso’s mentally strained, consumed by the gushy, macaroni sound of your voluptuous cunt.

Buzzing, insatiable, Choso fixates on your puffy cunt vacuuming him in — prettily flaunting his lodged cock. Lazily grinning, Choso can’t help but instinctively thicken his pace — listening to your strained moans.

“Hmm! Yes!” Moaning frantically, Choso thrusts eagerly — growing lost within the hypnotic warmth of your cunt.

“This…position,” Choso gasps with his words, his pace growing rougher and needier.

Trembling, clenching around Choso with gluttony, you beautifully cry towards the harshness of Choso’s rhythmic hips. They cause you to viciously arch, completely compelled and contorted by the largeness of his balls slapping against your soppy clit.

“D-Don’t know if I…can last,” Enveloped by Choso’s jittery words, you feel him harden drastically — completely stuffing himself within your alluring cunt.

“S-Same,” Gifting yourself the chance to release, you subconsciously tighten around Choso — feeling him completely falter.

“S-Shit!” Clampering vigorously around Choso, you listen to his heavy moans — unable to restrain his ethereal pace.

Incapable of holding your overstimulated self up, you gasp at Choso’s fertile punches of cum — kissing your womb. Nothing within you held a beacon of strength, rendered into a stuffed mess.

“‘So good.” Muttering sluggishly, Choso softly pulls out of you. A blissful squelching sound flees from you, leaving you content.

“Baby, it’s almost…eight,” Tiredly warning you, Choso snuggles within your nude arms — seeking indefinite comfort.

“We have five minutes left,” Lovingly responding to him, you glance down at your cum-swelled physique — basking in Choso’s physical vulnerability.

“We’ll get…caught,” Slightly bothered, Choso informs you. He relishes the gentle curves of your breast, enamoured by your thunderous heartbeat.

“Mhm,” Replying to Choso, you simply nod — settling a kiss upon the top of his head.

“One more thing,” Content, Choso speaks up — lulled by sexually exhausting you.

“Hm, my love?” Attentive towards Choso’s voiced needs, you question him — smothering his flushed cheeks with peppered kisses.

“Lemme take you from behind more often,” Flustered, Choso murmurs. His beautiful face lightly scrunches with irritation; his usually aloof facade is missing.

“Always,” Grinning, you breathily answer — overwhelmed by Choso’s heartfelt gaze.

His eyes always twinkle with love. After this, you knew everything would change.

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do not copy, modify or claim any of my works as your own. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024

[das-a-kirby-blog]

first time meetings

[mikakuna]

anyone ever notice that mainly the only way that bruce and jason mend their relationship, both in canon and fics, is by jason realizing bruce actually feels bad for everything he did or is shouldering too much and it guilt trips jason into trying to fix his relationship with bruce? this isn't all cases but it definitely is the case with most popular fics. bruce apologizes sometimes yeah but it's usually just someone telling jason or him realizing just how heartbroken and depressed bruce is. jason then internalizes out of guilt that he needs to lay off bruce and realize that maybe bruce is trying his best

in fact most relationships jason has with the bats in fanon is like this. jason calls tim replacement until oh nooo the poor baby is so sleepy and running on coffee and awww he's just a little boy i need to stop being a menace, meanwhile tim or alfred never apologized for every nasty thing they said or imagined about jason when he was robin. enemy to caretaker makes me barf. do not make my boy who has been a caretaker to adults since birth take care of this rich boy who's been taken care of extraordinarily since day one. tim having this supposed childhood trauma fans talk about doesn't take away from the fact that he was taken care of as a child

[ratatatastic]

oh thats-!

6.27.24 (x)

[kristiliqua]

doodles from the stream today :)

[pinkmirth]

OPTIONS, reiner braun!

SYNOPSIS / WRITER’s NOTE: here’s a lil cowboy & footballer rei-rei drabble, since i can’t decide for the life of me which one i prefer . . . no plot whatsoever, just thinkin’ of all the ways i want both versions of reiner to make a complete and total mess out of me!

CONTAINS: ( 600+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner & footballer!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, porn without plot (pwp), comparison of cowboy!reiner and footballer!reiner in bed, oral (f!receiving), cunnilingus, missionary position, cowboy!reiner has a breeding kink, footballer!reiner’s kinda cocky, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

cowboy!reiner is a kindhearted partner, one who never fails to be incredibly patient with you. he whispers against your flesh, pouring out sweet praises. in no rush, he takes all the time needed to warm you up. reiner uses his large hands, roughened by farm work, to knead your soft breasts and squeeze at your thighs, touching whatever he can manage to reach. his ticklish scruff frictions against your body when he lowers to grace your clit with a sweet kiss. his warm palms find purchase at your waist, using his gentle hold as leverage to deliver slow, deep-reaching thrusts. he can’t stop himself from rambling about how perfect you look underneath him, and his dick jumps whenever you run your nails down his muscular back. reiner expertly swivels his hips in just the way you like, grinning over your breathy moans that follow. any pet-name he mumbles sounds oh-so smooth, like that of dripping honey. ‘darlin’, he whines. ‘princess’, he groans. reiner notices how tightly you clench with every utterance. you ask him to fuck you ‘just a little faster’, and upon seeing the bat of your wispy lashes, he does. sweat rolls down his abdomen as he quickens his pace to match your command. he discards his pleasure to prioritize your own, calloused thumb grazing your puffy bud. a lazy grin of satisfaction spreads across cowboy!reiner’s handsome face once you finally cum for him. with a few more shallow pumps, he’s emptying his fat balls and fucking a thick load of fertile cum into your gaping pussy, thoroughly filling you up— breeding you. he knows how much you love it when he finishes inside; not to mention his dearest fantasy of watching you grow plump with his baby. over all else, the one thing this gentleman truly wants is to make you feel good.

but let it be known that footballer!reiner is a complete 360 from his farmer counterpart . . . this man is nothing if not a tease! he’s downright cocky when dealing with your body. he effortlessly manhandles you, almost similar to how he tosses around that damn football. reiner’s committed all of your round curves and smooth dips to memory, knowledgeable of a dozen different ways to get you mindlessly blabbering his name. unashamedly, he laps and suckles at your leaking pussy with a brazen smile. he then pauses the swipe of his tongue, just as you’re soon to reach ecstasy. to that, you whine, and he stifles a low chuckle over the desperate smack you land on his bicep. you know exactly what reiner wants of you— for you to beg for it. beg for him. he loses his mind when you do, hurriedly taking position between your widened legs to slip inside. he pleads for you to look him in the eye when he eases himself into your slick hole. the ego boost he gains is massive, upon watching your pretty eyes roll back at the sensation of his fat dick pushing into you. he drills your throbbing cunt with reckless abandon, fingers tightly pressing into your hipbones. reiner’s quick, fervent and rough with it. this brash method sure is effective. it allows him to hit every single fucking angle. ‘oh, you love this fuckin’ dick, don’t you, baby?’ he taunts, nipping at the junction of your neck. your dainty hands grasp onto his broad shoulders, legs loosely crossed over his firm hips. his unmatched stamina allows him to pound you into the mattress for three lengthy rounds, and he’s made you release more times than you can manage to remember. he peers down at you with a prideful gleam, because just look at how fucked out he’s made you. With tear-stricken cheeks and a heaving chest, you weave your fingers through his short-cut blonde hair to pull him down for a kiss, his cocky smile spreading against your lips. footballer!reiner’s sure that only him alone can please you like this.

[youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal]

Thinking about Soren and Corvus being so desperate for Ezran to have some semblance of childhood with everything going on because they both had to grow up too fast.

Soren, the youngest member of the Crownguard in history and Head Crownguard by age 20.

Corvus, Amaya’s top tracker and one of her most trusted soldiers by the age of 20.

“You deserve time to do kid stuff. If you spend all your time doing adult stuff now, you'll grow up weird, like your brother and Rayla.” Ok, sure, but have you looked in the mirror, Soren?

[dumplingsjinson]

List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.” 

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.” 

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.” 

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.” 

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.” 

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.” 

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.” 

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?” 

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?” 

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.” 

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?” 

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.” 

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.” 

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.” 

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?” 

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?” 

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.” 

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.” 

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.” 

[blaithnne]

GODDD the thing about Astrid is she was never meant to be a mother. She was meant to be the fun aunt who sneaks you cookies when your parents aren't looking, who spends hours teaching you how to make little charms to impress your friends at school, who takes you on adventures you're not supposed to tell mum and dad about, who makes you laugh till you cry telling stories about your parents when they were younger. She was never meant to be nurturing or parental, she was never meant to be doing this alone. And every time she does, every time she has a moment with Johanna that's at all parental in nature, all she can think about is how this wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't meant to be her job. All she can think about is how Lydia and Phinium would've loved this, would've done so much better, how much more they deserved this than she did. Johanna deserves so much better. Astrid doesn't deserve her. She was never meant to be a mother.

[pockyfr0g]

I like to think what sent D-16 over the edge into becoming Megatron was the fact that he inherited Onyx's transformation cog.

Hear me out.

Onyx Prime in previous depictions has been shown to have an alpha personality like "ouuu I'm better than you" and I THINK D-16 inheriting the cog brought that trait out in him.

I say this because, before he got the cog, D-16 didn't have that "I'm better than you" mentality, he saw himself as equals with the other miners, if not inferior. He helped save Jazz from the mines which caused him to risk his own life, he checked up on Orion, dusting him off and such, he went out of his way to call B-127 a "really cool guy" rather than what he was originally going to say to not hurt his feelings, the fear and panic in his eyes when B and Orion almost got scanned but the Q-con ship. (I forgot how to spell it idc), when he was doubting himself and his own abilities because "he was just a mining bot.", When he was just following the group (Orion, Bee, and Elita) rather than walking alongside them to where Orion waited behind for D to walk with him.

Once he gained the cog, it gave him the new mentality. For example, when he laughed about killing someone for the first time in his new alt mode, when he took the message proof thingy I forgot what it's called from Orion and was like "I. Got. It." and took off leading the group, when he beat up Starscream to prove that he was stronger than him, When he took on Sentinel, and when he dropped Orion off the edge.

Because D-16 thought he was better.

Yes, he's had the "I'm gonna kill you" mentality but he never actually meant it. It was more of a "Ahhggg I'm so frustrated with you" thing. Eventually he finds out Sentinel, someone he looked up to and trusted, was a fraud. He was using him and his equals for his own gain, killed Megatronus, an inspiration and idol for D-16. He was angry, and hurt, and saying the intrusive thoughts from his mind out of frustration, disappointment, and betrayal. "I want to kill him, drag him though the mines and publicly shame him, make him die alone in darkness blah blah blah" because he was just speaking his mind. He knew he wouldn't be able to do that, he was just that furious.

Then he got Onyx's cog, inheriting the "I'm better than you" attitude. Thus, making him go through with killing Sentinel. It only egged him on more when Orion was like "D, don't be like Sentinel", Orion saying that only triggered that mentality more because D was thinking "I am BETTER than Sentinel." So he aimed his cannon at him to finish him off only for Orion to jump in the way, taking the blast instead. (like something Prima would do)

Then that bit of D-16 peaks out, like "No, no, Orion, I'm so sorry- why would you do that? You weren't supposed to get hurt." only for the Onyx to came back as the feelings were more powerful. "I'm better than you." "I'm done saving you." and drops him. He then turns around and rips Sentinel in half, taking Megatronus' cog from him.

Once he got rid of Onyx's cog, he obtained Megatronus'. Megatronus has been depicted with a temperamental attitude. Once he put the cog in his chassis, you can see D-16 get even more violent and angry, seeking power and vengeance.

And that's what turned him into Megatron.

that's just a random thing I came up with anyway, I'm not good with wording things plus I'm sick so I'm just typing things so it might be repetitive lalala :3c

[sappymix1]

i've written so many halloween vibe fics that i thought i should just make a masterpost instead of trying to promo them all individually 😭 bc i need external validation to live and well it is halloween season. but looking for something spooky? i’ve fucking got you forever 🫡🫡

conflicted looks good on me

45k words, six chapters. dnf. vampire dream and vampire hunter george

you already won me over

30.4k words. dnf. sequel to conflicted looks good on me. monster hunting roadtrip!!

take my hand; i give it to you

1.1k words. dnf. The Cannibalism Fic. legal disclaimer there is no actual cannibalism

WARNING: no lifeguard on duty. swim at your own risk

10k words. dnf. siren george and witch dream.

the round

15.2k words. dnf. streamers but george does weird creepy magic o_O

[conceptofjoy]

HELP MEEEE they cannot be doing power scaling videos of fucking dirk strider

[caffeinated-rat-bastard]

ignoring messages, leaving group chats, blocking people <3<3

[2everworld]

i can’t stop thinking abt jayvik guys i can’t. i’m haunted by doomed lab partner yaoi. i have been utterly consumed by them in one night. and i finished arcane season 2 WEEKS AGO. what is happening to me. is this that glorious evolution or whatever the fuck. god. expect way too many jayvik posts in the next coming days bc once my damn exams are over it’s gonna take over and i’m FEARFUL.

[heartsoftruth]