#But this came to mind and I couldn't resist

[cowgiri]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | his obsession knows no boundaries, it even finds you in your sleep

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 | somnophilia, cunnilingus, praise, slight breeding, cum eating, obsessive caleb, admiration, pet names (princess + angel), caleb cumming in his pants ;)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 | 1k

the shine of the early morning light pours in from behind the thin curtains shattering golden sprays of light across the room.

a light breeze pushes past the curtains and coats both your warm bodies in a relaxing cold. the chirp of the morning birds hang in the air as you search for the warmth of caleb through the sheets.

you were still well asleep as he starts to press soft and honey sweet kisses along your neck. he couldn't resist after hearing your small whimpers spill from your mouth practically begging for more of his warm touch. 

even in your sleep, he found it difficult to resist you. how could he not when every breathing moment was spent basking in your scent, savoring your taste, and exploring every curve and crevice of your mind and body. his love was more than an obsession, it was an insatiable hunger that consumed his very being. 

was it your slightly puffy lips huffing out soft whines that he was eager to devour? or your swollen nipples that unknowingly slid out from under your tank top as you tossed and turned in the heat of the bed? perhaps it was how helpless you looked after he had fucked you out the night before?

he had spent the entire evening drowning in your tearful face and erotic whimpers.

"look at how needy my pretty baby is for me even in her sleep," he whispers as he hovers over you taking your free breast into his mouth. he enjoys the softness of your peaks that feels like melting whip cream in his mouth. "let me take care of you, baby."

his teeth softly graze over the swollen areola of your breast before he gently bites down on your hardening bud. he soaks in the small breathy moans that spill from your lips.

he feels his morning wood twitch the slightest bit from your soft, angelic sounds. he continues to caressingly suck at the cloudy peaks of your breasts.

"my pretty princess must be feeling so good. let's see how wet you are," he coos as he pulls away from your breast with a lewd pop. he pinches your nipple amazed by how fast it went hard from his touch.

his hand slides down the hot skin of your abdomen before reaching the soaking insides of your panties. the pads of his cool fingers slide up and down your soaking pussy as he groans from satisfaction at your arousal.

he crawls down lower to the bed as he slowly tugs your panties off making sure to not wake you. "let's see how pretty your pussy looks after ruining you last night."

he softly props your legs up on his shoulders as he observes the leakings of his pearly substance from your warm cunt. "always looking so pretty for me, hm?"

he admires how you still looked so swollen and raw from him stretching you out all night long.

"good girl, you listened well and stayed filled with my cum," he praises as he brings the mixture of your juices to his lips with his fingers. he could feel the throbbing of his cock against his loose boxers when your cunt flinched from his cold fingers sliding up your folds again.

he's over taken by a boiling emotion in him as he can't help but poke his tongue into your twitching hole. a needy moan falls from your lips as you steer in your sleep.

you tighten around the wet membrane wanting more of the pleasurable touch. he pulls away teasingly not giving you what you want. "i see you can still be demanding even in your sleep."

it came out in a grim and dark chuckle. he leans down blowing cool air onto your hard clit noticing how it peeked out in need for attention. he places a teasing lick to the sensitive bud as your hips jerk up from the light touch.

he takes the movement of your hips as encouragement and pulls your clit into his mouth softly sucking it. the small whimpers you released intensified into louder and louder moans. he circled and teased at the bud as it pulsed on his tongue.

you slowly begin to come to wake as you feel the roughness of his scruff tickling your inner thighs. your mind feels so mushed in between a strange sensation of both drowsiness and pleasure.

your hips softly rock at the source of pleasure as you yearn for the ecstasy that pulled you from your sleep.

"is my princess waking up already?" he murmurs on your fluttering cunt as he reassuringly holds onto one of your hands. your other hand stretches down to tug at his soft locks.

the familiar voice drags you out of your sleep as you realize it was caleb in between your sore legs. you feel so overwhelmed by the painful pleasure of overstimulation on your swollen cunt.

"it's fe...feels so...so good."

you moan out your first words as you grip on caleb's hand. you completely blink the sleep out of your eyes as you stare at the sight of a lust eyed caleb licking at you—his amethyst eyes pooled with hunger and desire.

just the sight alone was enough to make you want to come. the overstimulation brought tears to your bottom lids. his intense stare made you even weaker to your already weak knees.

your gaspy whines made him throb in a buzzing sensation. he felt so good seeing you being a crying mess from just his tongue. he slowly begins to grind himself against the material of his boxers to seek relief for his hardness.

"go ahead, angel. cum on my tongue."

the vibration of his words go straight to your clit as the overwhelming pleasure swirls in your abdomen.

your back arches into the bed as the euphoric delight shoots through your nerves. he feels his boxers fill with his release from the sight of your fluttering swollen cunt.

your body falls limp from tiredness as caleb climbs up and hovers over your lips. he whispers against your lips in his raspy voice as he begins to speak the first coherent words you understand.

"good morning, princess."

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i hope you all enjoyed this short drabble for caleb! it’s so good to be back writing, this is a new acc so i am take requests for short stuff like drabbles or headcannons! feel free to become an anon if you enjoy my work <33

[cheshireliam]

"Growing Feelings Poured Into Chocolate" Collection Event

Liam Evans

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Kate: Nn… haah… Liam…?

The moment I let Liam in when he visited my room, he started kissing me without warning.

Liam: — Be quiet. 

He pinned both of my hands above my head, holding them tightly in place so I couldn’t move, and continued his attack on my lips.

(What’s gotten into him…?)

I was struggling to breathe, and yet I couldn't stop him.

Liam looked like he was in more pain than I was, so I accepted his kisses without resistance.

And that went on for who knew how long.

After kissing me for so long that I thought my lips might’ve been swollen, Liam finally released my hands and pulled away. 

Kate: Liam… did something happen? 

Liam: …

Liam: Kate… do you like pain? 

Kate: Huh…? 

Liam: If you like pain, I can give you as much pain as you want.

Liam: If you like being bitten, I’ll bite you however much you want… we can even do more dangerous things together.

Liam: … I'll act as kind of man you want me to be, Kate. So please— 

Liam: Please… don’t abandon me… 

This time, Liam started crying into my chest. 

Kate: … Liam. I don’t like pain. 

Liam: Really…?

Kate: Yes. Because the person I love doesn’t want to hurt me… I always want to take good care of my body and make sure I don't get hurt.

Kate: Also, you don’t need to act. I love you just the way you are, Liam. 

Even though I had told him that countless times before, I firmly reassured him once more. 

Liam: Is that really how you feel…? I thought… 

Liam: … I- I’m sorry, Kate. Thanks for telling me you love me.

Liam: I love you too. So… let me love you as you are too from now on.

Liam: … Sorry for being violent with my kisses. 

Liam gave me a gentle kiss, and the two of us tumbled into bed together. 

…

Kate: … Ah!! I almost forgot all about it!! 

After a moment of Liam and I affirming our love for each other, something came to my mind and I immediately bolted up while still in his arms.

Liam: Is something the matter?

Kate: Yes. I’ll be right back, Liam. 

I got up and brought something from the kitchen back to my room. 

Kate: Happy Valentine’s Day, Liam! 

Liam: Is this… for me?

I presented Liam with a moderately sweet chocolate cake.

Kate: Yup. I wanted to make something you’d enjoy eating… so I used a special chocolate that’s especially aromatic. 

Liam: It really does smell good… 

Kate: Fufu. It was hard to obtain, but worth the effort to beg Jude for help. 

Liam: Jude? By any chance… did you pick up the chocolates this morning? 

Kate: Yes, that’s right… did you happen to see me? 

Kate: I tried to make it a surprise by receiving it in secret…

Liam: What… so that’s what it was…

Liam: I saw you smiling so happy when receiving some package from Jude.

Liam: Since it’s Valentine’s Day, I assumed you and Jude might have feelings for each other…

Kate: Eeh!? That’s impossible. I’m fully devoted to you, Liam!

Kate: So that’s why you asked if I liked pain…

Liam: Yeah… I’m sorry for doubting you. 

Liam: … It made me insecure knowing you’re such a wonderful person that anyone would admire. 

Kate: Then please always voice out whenever you feel that way, I can clear those feelings for you. 

Kate: Because my love for you will absolutely never fade. 

Liam: Thanks, Kate. 

Although it was late at night, the two of us shared the chocolate cake. 

Even if our love melts and loses its shape in the heat caused by jealousy, like chocolate, we can always reshape it beautifully.

Because I want to be together with Liam until the end of time.

[alkalineapparition]

Jaws

Simon Ghost Riley x Hybrid!Reader|Full Chapter

Part 12– Basking in the solace of regret

"RIPPER, NO!"

This is the moment that will stay with Simon for the rest of his life. Someday, when he's watching his mistakes play in frantic strokes of color on the canvas of his eyelids, this is what will haunt him most.

You, for all your ferocity, gift him one last look. Soft, apologetic. No intention of heeding his command. When he reaches for the handle on the back of your vest, you slip through his fingers like water. Gone.

Just. Like. That.

You'd both been pinned for a while now. The others were farther behind, providing rear security so you could retrieve what they came for. They hadn't known, couldn't see past the smoke clouding your positions. And he hadn't had the time to tell them, between returning fire and holding position, before a close call shot his comms to shit. He hadn't had the time...

He should have made the time.

And now there would never be more time. The clock had stuck twelve, the hour glass run out of sand.

Because you had decided your life mattered less than his. Mattered less than the mission. Goddammit.

He no can no longer see you, he's lost sight and all he can think is how he'd rather become dust and smoke himself than come home without you.

Leaning back against the small outcrop of rocks you'd been taking cover behind, his eyes close. Then, he does something he hasn't done since he was a child.

He prays.

He prays to the bastard that's never bothered giving an answer before. Teeth gritting down to the nub, he wills the asshole to hear him.

Bring her back to me.

In this moment, Ghost hates himself. He's never been more useless—he can't just charge in after you, the lack of vision would make it suicide. Perhaps you'd been able to see what he couldn't. But then why did you go alone, if not to save him from whatever it is you saw? If he got up and charged after you now, would he find you grinning in triumph, or be faced with a wall of enemy soldiers riddling his body with bullets?

Some fucking leuitenant, huh?

As if he could summon you by mere thought, his mind drifts, one final goodbye.

—

You stand before him, head cocked, mouth curled in mischief. His skullplate sits on the desk after having gone missing for a few days (during which you swear you haven't seen it, of course not Lt!), now doodled with little pink ghosts. "Y' little shit." His hand snaps foward to snatch your collar, but you duck, snickering as you make for the door. [It washes off Lt! No, please! Uncle, uncle!]

—

[Ghost.]

"Hm?"

[Why do you wear the mask?]

He looks up, watching your face as you gnaw your lip. His tug up in a smirk. "To hide my face."

[Are you ugly?] The bluntness of your question almost makes him laugh. [It's alright if you are.] Sweet girl.

"Quite the opposite, love."

Something in his stomach flips at the sight of your face going red.

[Oh.]

He can't resist. "No' as pretty as yours, mind you."

You sputter as expected, and he does laugh.

[What do you look like?]

He pretends to think it over.

"Got a tattoo of the queens arse on m' left cheek," he says solemnly.

You choke, eyeing him and his inked arms speculatively before deciding he's full of shit.

He lets you believe what you will.

—

The dove-grey light of Sunday mornings filters through the blinds. Your eyes are filled with tears, body trembling with the force of your sobs. Simon wraps his arms around you, cheek pressed to your hair.

[I don't even have a name. I am nothing, it's like I don't exist.] He closes his eyes, searching for the words that will soothe this ache.

"Your name's Ripper. Ya ain't nothin', either. You're our best girl." It's the best he can do, offer placations, even if they are true. He hates that he can't do more.

[That's a not a name, Ghost, it's a callsign! I don't... I don't even know what my mother named me.] You're still for a few moments. [I... don't know if I have a mother.]  Simon rattles his brain for a way to make this right, something that can be a salve to your pain.

"How about... I give ya a real name? Somethin' other than what that bloody scot came up with." He doesn't think this will be enough, it's a stupid idea–

[What... would you name me?] Your eyes are on him, curiosity shining through the tears. Seems it was enough to distract you, for now atleast.

Humming, he contemplates. "I'll find somethin' that fits. Wait for inspiration an' all that."

[How will you know it's right?]

"I'll know, Rips. Promise."

—

Simon never did pick out that name.

He wonders what they'll put on your headstone.

[multif0rmed]

He would have no problem on taking down the boy if it came down to it - though he very well knew Sora had taken out his Nobody and Heartless at one point. Still, experience was on his side thoroughly. He even toyed with the idea of keeping his shields down, despite usually having them up - years of paranoia teaching him to keep them up no matter what.

Mmm. Interesting. His shoulders relaxed just a tick, as he heard the other move the leather. "Yes, you are all part of an Organization .. we have a dress code, at least, for its members." He couldn't resist the motion of smirking. While he didn't mind the Organization coat, he'd much rather wear his chosen clothes, familiarity sticking to them. "It's interesting how you equate that very coat to darkness, lad - where in contrast its function is quite the opposite. It guards against Darkness." His tone smug, cold all the same.

''Though, I cannot blame you in your immediate judgement of Organization XIII - our goals certainly have been not adequately shown until as of recently." It felt like all smoke and mirrors, until he had been able to reveal himself.

''Chasing balance, for the worlds .. no matter the cost,'' he corrected the other, though moved a hand up in a gesture.

''Though, of course, darkness is our preference. That coat you are so incredibly fond of - it will assist you in guarding your heart within dark corridors. So, rather - treasure it."

Sora kept up the glare, watching Xehanort. One might almost believe he was looking for an avenue of escape-- a way to stab the old man in the back and take back his freedom. Be done with all of it.

Perhaps he was thinking about it. Even if he'd never be able to go through with it.

He watched as the old man moved past him, his glare sharpening. If looks could kill, Sora's would've slaughtered the master by now. His back was turned. He could do it... No. Not here. Sora was a lot of things, but he wasn't outright stupid. He shifted to make his way closer to the garments and picked them up, making a face as he examined them.

"Is it really necessary to make us wear all this? Seems suffocating," He huffed, pulling the coat off to start changing, "Seems over the top to subject your subordinates to such a boring outfit-- everyone gets it. You're whole thing is darkness, miserable negativity-- 'I am the shadows!'"

His voice was dramatic-- a stark change to the fear and uncertainty just moments before. And underneath it all was anger. He would obey, but he wouldn't make it at all easy.

[katt-sports]

How it feels to have a different headcanon to the rest of Miiblr:

Featuring Tootsie (@itsokjunii) as the Takumi x joking fem reader post inspired this and I wanted to make a comedic response as someone who can see Takumi with a woman.

[dianagj-art]

@bluesgras

I am mentally giving you both mexican candy<3

[oceanwithouthermoon]

long as fuck nails always painted with at least a clear coat club:

saiki kusuo

teruhashi kokomi

kaido shun

saiko metori

imu rifuta

nail biters club:

kuboyasu aren

yumehara chiyo

arisu makino

suzumiya hii

nendo riki

aiura mikoto (with fake nails over top)

(formerly) kaido shun

(formerly) toritsuka reita

(formerly) akechi touma

normal short nails 🙄:

hairo kineshi

mera chisato

satou hiroshi

toritsuka reita

akechi touma

[paperstarry]

credits to @/LyritArt on twitter for the template!!

I am not ready for this friday

[fictionadventurer]

The Year So Far Book Ask Game

(I just remembered this tag game from a couple of years back. No idea where it originated, but I liked the concept, so I'm turning it into an ask game.)

Best book you have read in 2023 so far

Best sequel you have read in 2023 so far

A new release you want to check out

Most anticipated book release of the second half of the year

Biggest disappointment

Biggest surprise

Favorite new author (either new-to-you or debut)

Favorite new character

A book that made you cry

A book that made you happy

Most beautiful book you have bought or received this year

A book you need to read by the end of the year

[chevvy-ryder]

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Shirt provided by @gloryride, thx <3

The answer to this post. ;)

[kierarhawke]

Varric: This year, I lost my dear friend, Hawke... T^T

Hawke: *pops out of the Fade* Quit telling everyone I'm dead!

[thesummonerandthehelgeneral]

[outpost-31]

The imminent spiderverse fixation is coming watch out

[hoenn-hakase]

Hmmm... What a mysterious structure to find abandoned in the middle of nowhere. I wonder what it once was?

NOPE! NOPE! ABORT MISSION! ABORT!

[salemwasnteverhere]

How Sylus fucks you when he overstimulates you

A/N: I couldn't resist turning a cold mean man into a slight softie for us :'). If you prefer colder/meaner Sylus then please ignore this post and block me! <3

Tags: Stylus x Reader, reader is not Mc, Fem!Reader, creampie, clit rubbing, praise, use of "sweetie", slight dumbification, sloppy kisses, overstim, slight belly bulge

It was rare for Sylus to be very gentle in bed. Not saying he was aggressive and manhandled you every time, but he wasn't exactly mother Theresa. He usually had a bruising grip on your hips while pounding into you, one hand making it's way to your face, forcing you to watch his face or watch as his cock slid into you.

But then there were the nights where you begged for more, your eyes teary and hips bucking up to antagonize him. He'd give you what you want, slamming his hips back into yours until you fell apart on his cock and your mind practically snapped. He'd be gentle if you asked any night, but it was when you couldn't ask that he did it unprompted.

"There we go, sweetie." He pulled your body against his chest, hand rubbing your back as his thrusts slowed down and he fucked his cum deeper in. He came three times already, his cum dripping down the base of his cock after it leaked from your cunt.

His right hand slid up your back and he rubbed your hair, kissing your head. "A-ah...Sylus..." You buried your face in his chest, legs wrapping around his waist. He groaned slightly when your nails weakly dug into his back, hitting the scratch marks you left the night prior.

"So needy.." he rolled his hips up into you, smirking at your gasp. His cock hit all the right spots like it was made for you. He sped up slightly, watching as your hips bounced up slightly.

You lean back slightly, putting a little space between your chests. "So hot..." Your voice came out as a small whine, your body slick with sweat. Sylus held onto your waist with one hand as the other slid down from your neck, cupping a breast.

Sylus leaned in and blew cold air onto your neck, making you shiver. He smirked and kissed your neck softly, licking the slick skin. His hips moved slightly faster, his skin slapping against yours.

"Fuck...oh God.." you cry out slightly as he pressed your back against the bed, his hand on your waist holding onto the headboard. "Damn it.." he huffed slightly when you squeezed around him, his eyebrows knitting down.

He bottomed out and went all the way to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix. You cry out and turn your head to the side, clawing at a pillow. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, the sound mixed in with the already lewd noises of your moans and wet slapping.

You desperately slid your hand down to rub your neglected clit, which earned Sylus slapping your hand away. He pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed it weakly, his gentle touch making you yearn for more.

"Sylus-"

"You can handle it."

He rubbed harder and your toes curled. Your head fell back and a silent scream left you as you came. Sylus groaned when you squirt on his cock, hips squirming like crazy. He grabbed your hips and forced you as close as possible when he came. His balls tightened and you felt his seed pump into you for the third time that night, making your stomach bulge ever so slightly.

A minute later he pulled out with a wet 'shulp', his cock limp and covered with cum and slick. Your eyes were barely open and your whole body trembled. Sylus picked you up and cradled you to his chest, walking over to the large couch in his room.

"You got the bed dirty. Not like I mind. But I need to fix it first." He sat you down on the couch and covered you up with his coat, smiling when you curled up under it. He kissed your head and put on a robe.

You fell asleep before he could even start.

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Requests are open! :3

[slvttyplum]

nanami was mature in all aspects of life, but when it came to going back to you, he was immature; you and he were on and off like a high school couple, but he couldn't help himself. looking down at your name pop up on his phone, resisting the urge to pick it up, but he didn't; he answered with no hesitation.

it should've been easy for him to just ignore you and cut you off completely, but you weren't disposable. he hated to admit it, but he loved that you weren't. you were a part of you; you got him.

there was one thing that made always answering your calls on the first ring worth it: he fucked you like he hated you and like he was never going to see you again, but deep down in his mind, he was going to do it again over and over until you stopped calling.

leaving it up to you was a good thing; he couldn't say no to you.

hours later, your thighs pushed back, and your legs on his shoulders as he slid in and out of you, grunting every time he hit your sweet spot, your body sensitive as ever, his hand sliding to your neck, giving it a light squeeze before sliding deeper and faster.

feeling the pressure on your neck while he pushed deep into you was another kind of pleasure that you got only from him; it was intense and sexy, your walls tightly squeezing around him while he fucked his cum into you.

he didn't care about the consequences, trusting that it'll be you and only you forever. his love and lust overpowering his being, making it easier to fuck you the way he wanted, his thumb on your clit going back and forth, your thighs tightening.

it didn't matter where; whenever he was inside of you, he knew exactly what to do, sweat mixing from both your bodies and spit being swapped from your mouths.

nanami hated only thinking about sex whenever he looked at your name, but fuck, it was just too good for him not to think about. that's all that happened when he laid you down, and no amount of resisting could make him not fall into temptations.

those plump lips that he fell in love with, the way you moaned when only his tip slid inside of you, yelling out how you loved him when he was hitting your spots just right, the way your ass looked in any outfit, the way you made him weak whenever he saw you.

that's all he wanted, you. when he had his hands on your hips, thrusting into you, his eyes locked in on yours; he remembers why he answers your calls.

my last nanami story i swear