#IT'S SO FU N N Y

[qpjat076]

au of the acolyte where the only difference is when master vernestra asked mae if "the name Osha meant anything to [her]"

mae responds, in all seriousness "the Occupational Safety and Health Administration?" while master vernestra goes through the 5 stages of grief.

[emotionaldisaster909]

okay why-

Why

Is Xie Lian

So gorgeous

Any time I pause

[stormbreaker-290]

hi there stormy :3

Imma just

:3c

O H

OH G OODD GRAVY-

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[dumbkatsu]

You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

[dracocheesecake]

Kai is such a tsundere in your last headcanons lmao

I was thinking about a point where he trains reader and being hursh just so they can protect themselfs BUT. What if reader is a gentle nature and moreover afraid of fights, pain, injuries and stuff?

I can imagine him being this: 🙄🤦‍♂️ ur beyond hope

But he protects them regardless (he acts annoyed but we know he cares ehehe)

Platonic Kai requester✋

Kai, when Y/N doesn't want to fight:

Seriously, I don't think he would be able to wrap his mind around that concept, outside of calling it "cowardice". In his mind, being merciless himself (I mean, he's called "Maker of Widows" and "Master of Pain") he thinks everyone else with the upper hand over others in terms of strength would immediately abuse it- why wouldn't you want to at least learn to protect yourself from that? Which of course, only makes him much more harsh on Y/N, though he does ultimately come to understand that they're just...gentle, and not necessarily a coward. The world is just too harsh and cruel for Y/N to live in- and so, that being the case, since Kai is stronger, he has to protect them from it (even if he would never put it into words, he shows it through his actions).

[kanditvofficial]

ASJHFJLKSDGHSDGKL????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[propertyofwicked]

YOU OWE ME - LN

warnings: none, just fluff (inspired by that one CL stream). this is so short pls forgive me

(also, anyone else seen the pics of lando in aus? FERAL for that man.)

“tier 1 sub - max can you tell lando to get off his computer and let me in the flat please im freezing” max reads out, bursting into laughter, “youre in trouble mate.”

max hears a travelling shout of swearing, getting quieter as lando’s headset is thrown to the desk and his entire body hurtling towards the front door.

“shit shit shit shit,” lando shouts, his fingers struggling with the keys left on the inside of the door. finally he manages to unlock the door and pull it open to see his girlfriend, rosy cheeked and a less than impressed expression.

“lando, how many times have i said to take the keys out of the door if you lock it and im not home - especially if youre not going to answer your phone.”

“im sorry baby, im sorry i know - i forgot,” he mumbles, his hands taking yours and bringing them to his face. he flinches slightly at the sheer coldness of your fingers, “do you want a drink? hot chocolate? tea? coffee? it’ll warm you up”

“i’d love a cup of tea,” you smile sadly, shrugging your horribly thin jacket off. honestly, with the typical english winter, your jacket was almost useless in combatting the cold winds anyways. you move to follow lando into the kitchen, watching him fill the kettle and move to grab a mug from the cupboard.

“come here,” you say, opening your arms slightly for lando to move into. he moves to you instantly.

“you’re not angry at me?”

“no, i am. youre just warm” you say, looking up to smile at him. his hands fall to your waist, gripping your hips and hoisting you up to sit on the counter, but he doesn’t move back into your embrace. instead, his arms move to take his hoodie off himself, and pull it over your head.

“better?”

“slightly,” you're still smiling at him as you adjust the hoodie - lando can tell you're not angry at him, just slightly irritated.

“the heating’s on, my office is warm - you wanna go sit in there whilst i finish your tea, angel?” he asks, his hand stroking your cheek, “max is on call if you wanna talk to him for a bit? he’s streaming but you already know that,” he grins, his tongue sticking into the side of his cheek.

“i think max’s chat deserve to know how bad of a boyfriend you are,” you joke, hoisting yourself off the counter, ready to march on in and complain to the stream. lando’s hand catches your arm, spinning you back into his chest. his hand comes back to your cheek, and tilts your head back.

“im sorry baby, you know i am,” he frowns slightly - you reassure him that he is forgiven by pressing a small kiss to his lips. once again you go to move, but he pulls you back in, kissing you again - repeatedly pecking kisses all over your face and eventually your lips. his tongue swipes your bottom lip, begging for more. you pull your head back slightly, desperate to go and rat him out to max but his teeth nip down on your bottom lip again to prolong the connection.

“i don’t think so, lan,” you giggle, smiling up at him again. lando groans and swears you almost skip your way to his office, excited to tell max as he prepares for a night of grovelling.

“max. you’ll never believe this man,” you sigh, after popping lando’s headset on your own head.

“y/n! how are you?”

“freezing, max. and £10 poorer now i’ve had to sub to your twitch to be let into my own flat.”

“oh yeah, thanks for the sub,” max laughs out, looking at the chat, “it’s ok, chat reckon you should invoice lando for the inconvenience.”

“i think i might have to you know, although he’s making me a cup of tea right now and i might be able to pout my way into a takeaway tonight.”

“y/n that man is so whipped i don’t think you need to pout your way into him doing anything for you,” he responds, his emphasis on anything making you grin slightly.

minutes later, lando comes into the room, using his foot to kick the door open in front of him, his hands full with your mug and your lip balm. hang on, lip balm?

“here you go baby,” he says, placing the mug down on the coaster on his desk, “i put honey in it for your throat, and i brought your lip balm ‘cos your lips are dry,” he grins as he hands you the lip balm.

“my lips wouldn’t be dry if you’d answered the phone the first time i rang you,” you say, the eye roll evident in your voice, even to max who couldn’t see your face.

“hang on, y/n, how does he know your lips are dry?” max interrupts, his laugh travelling through the headset.

“because max, when two people love each other very muc-”

“ew stop it,” lando interjects, as he sets up a second set of headphones to join in the chat.

“he’s trying to regain my love with physical affection.”

“i can tell from your tone that it’s not working.”

“well, after that ‘ew’ i think i may have to revoke all physical affection.”

“you wouldn’t,” lando gasps, his hands dramatically clutching his chest.

“order dominoes and ill reconsider. you owe me.”

“yeah lando, and send her £10 to cover the cost of the twitch sub,” max shouts, siding with you, “chat also think you should, as a courtesy.”

you don’t say anything, but turn to look at him, puppy dog eyes and a pout to complete the look.

“fine! fine,” he laughs again, holding his hands up in surrender, “i was going to offer anyways.”

“sure you were,” you and max manage to say simultaneously.

-

an hour later, your food had arrived and your saying goodbye to max and his chat, as lando goes to the door. however, by the time you shuffle into the living room, lando has began setting up netflix, sat next to a mound of blankets he’d brought in from your bedroom.

“hey you, come ‘ere,” he says, leaning his back against the arm of the sofa and tapping the space between his legs. once you were settled, your back resting on his chest, he leans to grab the pizza box on the coffee table in front of you - it went down quickly.

“funny how hungry you get when you’re left shivering in the freezing cold for hours," you think out loud.

“it wasn’t hours and i didn’t do it on purpose y/n,” lando whines, scoffing slightly at the time embellishment, absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he did.

“i know baby, i’m sorry. you’re forgiven,” you start to feel bad for him. he presses a kiss to the top of your head, before manoeuvring you both further down the sofa until he’s laying completely flat, and you roll over so that your head can lay on his chest. the two of you lay in silence for a few moments, the tv still playing quietly in the background, and you feel his chest moving with every breath.

lando's hands wander underneath his your hoodie, and begin to trace small shapes on your skin, making you shiver slightly. then, a thought hits you.

“someone needs to make a compilation of F1 drivers accidentally locking their girlfriends out because they’re streaming,” he laughs as you say it, your whole body shaking from the shuddering of his laughing, "it seems to happen more than you'd think."

“hey! i wasn’t streaming - max was, i was just there. AND! i paid you back, charles never paid his girlfriend back for the sub.”

“oh, aren’t you generous.”

[osachiyo]

'TRYNA GET YOUR BABY MAMA FULL OF THAT DICK !

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jing yuan, blade, luocha x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — n/sfw content, cheating, squirting, dumbification, neglect (from the husband), overstimulation, toxic relationships, dirty talk, petnames, reader is married, cucking, cowgirl, possessiveness (blade), vouyerism, luocha is your family doctor, etc • i never thought id write something like this but here we are lol anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & not proofread

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"bounce on me just like that, baby," jing yuan groaned, palming the fat of your ass as you rode him on your husband's couch. "s'big — you're so big, ji," you bit your lip, trying your best to suppress any moans — not wanting your neighbours to suspect anything.

"yeah? even bigger than him?" a sleazy grin adorned jing yuan's lips, your back arched so sinfully as he thrusted up into you. "ngh —!" you threw your head back, clawing his broad shoulders with your pretty nails, that your husband paid for you to get done.

"answer me, sweet girl," he whispered, fondling your bouncing tits before pulling and pinching at your hardened nipples. "d-don't tease!" you swatted at his hand, which only made him pinch harder.

" 'm not teasing, so serious right now baby," his droopy eyes were glinting with mischief — he knew he looked good. you gasped when his hand reached down to flick and rub at your clit, licking his lips at the way you clenched down on his cock.

"gonna cum, pretty?" he captured your lips in a heated kiss before you could even answer him — as if he already knew what you were gonna say. you could practically feel your eyes rolling from the pleasure behind your closed lids, pussy gushing all over his thighs and abdomen — drenching his cock in your juices.

" yesyesyes — 's so big, so much bigger than him —!" you babbled into the messy kiss, back arching even more and pressing your tits against his own chest —

"that's what i thought."

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

muffled grunts of complaint escaped your husband's gagged mouth, hard cock straining against the rough fabric of his slacks.

"enjoying the view, cheating piece of shit?" blade had you spread eagle on you and your soon-to-be ex husband's shared bed — with you chanting his name like a prayer everytime his cock hit that one spot with unbelievable precision.

"mmph!" your husband growled — veins popping out from his forehead as he tried his best not to hump the air. fuck, you looked borderline delirious getting split open by your co-workers cock; pupils dilated with lust — practically having hearts swimming in your eyes for blade.

"look at 'em, baby — look at how fuckin' hard the bastard is," he forcibly turned your head over to your husband and the man almost didn't recognise you — tongue lolling out with each heavy thrust from blade, sweat dripping down your sinful body.

you didn't even pay attention to the tied-down man — all too focused on the way blade's thick cock rearranged your guts. "see how she turns into a dumb little slut for my dick?" blade spat, cockiness dripping from his words — sharp hipbones digging into the soft skin of your thighs with each slam of his hips.

"who does this pussy belong to?" blade turned your head back to face him, licking the tears that rolled down your heated cheeks. "y-you! all yours — it belongs to you!" you babbled mindlessly, causing a devilish smile to appear on blade's lips —

"oh yeah? and what's my name?"

"bladeee—! oh fu-fuck, bla-de!" you cried out before spraying your juices all over him — some of it even coating his abs.

"good fuckin' girl."

𝐋𝐔𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"are you sure you wanna do this?" luocha whispered against your lips, his minty breath filling your senses. "please," you begged, rolling your hips on his lap to show your want — no, need for the blonde man.

it's not like your husband was a good man either — always out drinking and partying, while you stayed at home. alone. he brushed you off everytime you asked about the lipstick stains on his collar — saying you were being dramatic, you were sick of it. could he really blame you for wanting luocha? the young, handsome family doctor — who was also a gentleman at heart.

"i've got you," luocha's smooth, velvety voice cut off your train of thought, a gloved hand tilting your chin up before pressing his lips to yours. his other hand found purchase at your hip, before snaking up to wrap itself around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you couldn't help but moan into the kiss — he was certainly good at this, better than your husband, at least. luocha was elegant but warm — the complete opposite of your husband, who was rough and neglectful. the softness of the kiss had you melting in his touch.

a gasp left your lips when luocha flipped you over, your back now turned to him while you laid on your tummy. "luocha.." you all but whined, pushing your ass back against his rigid cock, earning a soft groan from him. he pushed your sundress up, bunching the thin fabric at your waist — "no panties?" he mused, landing a playful slap on your plush ass. gloved hands found your cunt before you could answer, rubbing your bare folds.

an amused chuckle left the man once he felt how damp you were, "already this wet? hmm.. the mister has been neglecting you quite a bit, hasn't he? worry not, i will take great care of you."

©osachiyo— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

[darnell-la]

Logan smut w/ a partner playing “hard to get”

Like pretending not to be in the mood as if she isn’t soaking wet for him

note: needy Logan Howlett y’all… Can’t get enough of him!

———

“C’mere, bub,” Logan spoke into y/n’s neck as he pulled her closer to him. Y/n groaned under her breath, softly elbowing his chest as she kept moving her ass up against his crotch.

“Baby, stop that,” Logan giggled in her neck as he grabbed her waist tightly, making her hips move how he wanted them to. “Got me so hard, I can’t even go to sleep,” Logan whispered.

“Logan, not right now. Tryna sleep,” y/n whined, keeping her eyes closed as his clothes cock rubbed on her ass cheek. Wearing a thing to bed was a routine when she wanted to tease him.

“C’mon, baby, don’t be like that tonight. I’m hurtin,” he admitted, feeling his cock harder with a leaky tip. She’s been moving around in bed for the last ten minutes, and though she does this a lot, he always thinks it’s not on purpose.

“I’m tired, Logan,” Y/n said as she stopped moving her hips. “Okay, okay, baby,” Logan felt let down, but stayed spooning her, hoping the list that built would go away over time.

After lying for maybe thirty minutes, he couldn’t help himself. It’s been too long, and he felt a bit of pain. He needed to at least stick it in.

Logan slowly and quietly pulled Y/n’s thong to the side, lifting his head up to make sure she was still asleep, and she was. So he thought.

The man grabbed his cock and shifted in bed until his tip lined up either heat. The man let out a slow groan, feeling better steady, but he needed more.

Logan pushed through the tight folds, struggled since her legs were closed, but made it through. “Fuck,” the man let out as he began moving his hips.

“Oh my his, Logan!” Y/n faked being upset as one hand gripped her waist and the other stroked the top of her head. “Ssh, baby — Just quick. Already gif me so close,” the man whispered as she pushed at his stomach.

“I said I was tired, Logan,” y/n said, barely using her strength. She always felt good when he slipped into her in the middle of the night. Her cunt would clench him in an instant.

“Baby, you know I can’t resist it. So fuckin’ tight and wet. I can smell you. Every night I fuckin’ smell your sweet juice,” the man spoke in her neck before giving her sloppy kisses.

Logan used the hand on her waist to pull her into his thrusts, causing small claps to come from under the covers.

“C’mon, just give me one, baby. One little orgasm and I’ll be done,” the man said, knowing his girl doesn’t like to wet the sheets. He’ll rub a dry one out of her.

“Spread 'em, baby,” Logan’s hand traveled down to her heat, trying to squeeze through her thighs. “I’m tired,” y/n tried saying without a whine, but failed. He felt amazing.

“Baby, open your legs,” Logan said in a more demanding tone. He loves his girl, but what he says goes, and right now, she isn’t listening.

“Mm mhm,” y/n shook her head, wanting him to take her organs from her. “Fuckin’ hell,” the man cussed as he parted her leg by himself and began rubbing at her bud harshly.

“Don’t know if it’s because you’re half in your sleep, but you fuckin’ listen when I tell you something, bub,” Logan said, now tugging on her hair he was just stroking.

“If I wanna fill this cunt before I sleep, ima fill it, do you understand?” The man asked her, making her nod quickly as her cunt throbbed. She could. It never lasted long once Logan handled her like this.

“Ah huh — Wanna listen now because you feel good? Flickin’ your bean so good, you can barely speak?” Logan asked as he looked over her head, seeing her eyes roll.

“Yeah, I know, baby. So fuckin’ good,” Logan snapped his hips, feeling her legs finally stiffen under his. “Let go, baby. Flutter around my cock. Need a feel you squeeze the cum outta me,”

Y/n’s let out a broken whine, finally cumming with a shake. “That’s it, that’s it,” Logan repeated, fucking her harder to chance after his own climax.

“Keep it up! Keep fuckin’ squeezing me!” The man demanded as his cock twitched. “Fuck, yes, baby,” the man cussed into her neck as he spilled in her.

Logan’s hands traveled to her stomach, gripping it tightly to pull her into him. He wanted to make sure he came deep. Every time they fucked, he wanted it deep.

After a good minute of Logan growling and telling Y/n how good she was for him, he pulled out and pulled her panties back in place.

Y/n slowly turned around, sore and filled. She placed her hand on the man’s chest and gave him a long passionate kiss.

“You’re so needy, Logan,” y/n giggled, making him let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah, I just- I just need you a lot. You’re so good to me, y/n,” Logan said as his hand rested on her cheek, rubbing her skin.

“You’re better to me,” she smiled, making him shake his head slightly before going into how much better she is to him, and how he needs her to love his own life. All while rubbing her body, taking in every inch of her that is his. He was a lucky man.

[amiableness]

ummmmmmmmmmm the jealous james in the grocery store??? OMFG R U KIDDING IM GOING FERAL IMAGINING IT

Jealous james at the park when people think reader is single mum and try hitting on her

Jealous james watching reader all giggly by someone so he sends Henry to distract her

Jealous james watching the reader getting eyed so strolls over henry on his hip, making it seem like they are a couple "He wants you darling"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

also also i could just imagine that whenever reader is talking to someone else both James and Henry get pouty because her attention is not on them

Just imagine james chilling out with the boys henry with him when he looks at his son and sees the most upset, angry look on henrys face and follows his gaze to see reader talking to somebody now they are both just watching all pouty and sirius and remus are laughing their heads off

or Henry being possessive over reader just like his daddy

Reader sees kid looking sad and goes over to try and help and henry just tugging on james' sleeve pointing "go get my reader"

or shes pushing him on the swings and another child wants a push "NO! my reader!"

or like whatever nickname he'd have for her because i imagine he would

like calling her love or something cuz he heard james calling her it

her boys just being obsessed with her

woah that was a lot sorry not sorry

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 762 words

series masterlist ; main masterlist

James narrows his eyes, focusing intently on you as you stand beside a man he doesn’t recognize. Your laughter carries across the lawn, a sound that usually belongs to him, and it drives him crazy. The guy next to you seems to revel in the effect he’s having, his gaze fixed on you with an admiration that makes James bristle. The way he looks at you—like you’re the most captivating woman in the room—doesn’t escape James. While he can’t deny that you’re breathtaking, the idea of another man gazing at you with such intensity unsettles him deeply.

“I don’t blame her, honestly. Corey’s quite funny.” Sirius says, reclining in the chair next to James with an easygoing air. His eyes are shielded by dark sunglasses, and he sprawls comfortably, like a content cat basking in the sun. His relaxed demeanor contrasts sharply with James, who is sitting upright, shoulders tense, and gaze fixed intently on you.

At their feet, Henry occupies himself on the patio, diligently pushing his bright red toy car along the pavement. The small wheels click rhythmically against the concrete, and Henry makes enthusiastic vrooming noises, his face scrunched with concentration. The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the backyard.

Lily Evans is hosting the backyard get-together, blending friends from school with those she’s made as an adult. Though she is his ex, James is grateful they parted on good terms. He still considers her a close friend and values their continued relationship.

“Corey.” James repeats, his voice laced with a sharp edge of irritation. Sirius shifts his gaze from you and Corey to James, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He’s not at all surprised by the undercurrent of jealousy in his friend’s tone.

Sirius observes James’s clenched jaw and the way his eyes narrow at the sight of the blond. “Yeah, Corey Cartwright,” he says, his tone teasing. “Real funny guy. And single, too.” As James’s gaze snaps sharply to Sirius, the latter cackles, clearly enjoying the reaction he’s elicited.

“What the fu—” James starts but cuts himself off, glancing down at his son, who is intently focused on his toy car. He then turns a sharp glare at Sirius. “Are you serious? Because this isn’t funny.”

“You know what is funny?” Sirius says, casually pointing in your direction with his bottle. “If you don’t make a move soon, Y/N might end up with this guy.” James watches, his stomach churning, as you begin to hand your phone to Corey. Corey takes it with a smooth, confident smile, the conversation animated and easy. The interaction only fuels James’s unease, making him more anxious about the situation.

“Henry!” James says, his voice tinged with urgency. “See Y/N over there? Why don’t you go show her your car?” Henry looks up at his father with wide, curious eyes before scrambling uneasily to his feet and darting toward you, clutching his toy car tightly.

James watches as Henry tugs at your jeans and raises his arms, a clear signal he wants to be picked up. His gaze softens when you bend down and lift Henry effortlessly, settling him comfortably on your hip. You still clutch your phone in your hand, but your attention is entirely on the three-year-old now. Henry’s face lights up with a delighted smile as he nestles against you, and you respond warmly as he shows you his car.

The man standing next to you frowns in confusion, clearly thrown off by the abrupt change in the dynamic. He looks between you and Henry, trying to make sense of the scene, while James’s unease resolves itself.

“Pathetic,” Sirius sighs, his voice tinged with a mix of disappointment and amusement. “You should ask the poor girl out instead of scaring off all her options.” He stands up, stretching before heading into the house. As he walks away, James watches him go, his mind racing with scenarios of confessing his feelings to you.

That’s a problem for another day, he decides.

Turning his attention back to you and Henry, James takes in the sight of you gently cradling his son, your face softened by a loving smile. The way Henry clings to you, completely absorbed in the moment, makes James’s chest tighten with a mix of longing and protectiveness.

Corey remains beside you, still looking confused and shifting uncomfortably, clearly feeling out of place. James notices and decides to step in. “Sorry to interrupt you two,” he says, giving Corey a brief, blank glance. “He really wanted to see you, darling.”

please reblog or comment with your thoughts! they are very appreciated and keep me motivated to keep writing! 🤍

[4milly]

that back. |R.R|

heyyyyyyyy. this is dedicated to @harmshake for inspiring me. love ya twin. ty always <3 ty for getting me out my funk and inspiring me.

and @shes2real. loveeeeeee ur fics. gotta go check em out if you haven’t.

warnings: pure smut. no plot. nun. just freakayyyyy. no one under 18.

parings: roman reigns x black!reader

“ah!” your fresh manicured white toes popped as your leg laid over your man’s shoulder

“i know, babygirl, i know…” he sighed into your neck as his hips continued to snap towards your pussy, “been a good girl all day for me…gotta give my baby her reward.”

roman loved being vocal during sex. he loved making your head spin and your heart swell with his words making you speechless. well…you were already speechless but yk what i mean.

he grabbed you other leg hiking it up further around his waist allowing you to feel him deeper, “why are y—you fucking me like this?” you strain latching your hand onto his back, digging ur nails into it attempting to relive the pressure in your center

“why not? tight ass pussy always ready for me. you hear her crying for me? let me show her daddy’s home.”

squelching noises echoed from around the room. you could feel yourself dripping down roman’s dick right onto the bed sheets creating a wet spot. your pussy swollen and worn out yet still squeezing down on him pulling him back inside for more. he loved you like this for him—a babbling, dizzy, dick drunk mess. you loved it even more.

he pampered you in and out of the bed room; this all starting from coming home to a hot bath waiting with candles and pink rose petals scattered around. you let him wash your body down, an intimate act all too familiar, before his washcloth covered hand got closer towards ur aching pussy—washing rubbing you there letting the heat from the cloth bring you towards your first orgasm of the night. you both quickly took it to somewhere it wouldn’t turn into a slip n’ slide…well?

that familiar feeling for the 4th time tonight pulsed inside your belly again ready to gush out onto your man’s dick.

“shit! You gotta stop scratchin’ me baby…” he hissed before throwing ur legs over his arms, pushing them towards either side of your head

his movements sped him, continuing to dig at your pussy making a mess in the middle of your thighs. bad choice.

you lived for your man’s back. the way his body loomed over yours like a shield felt nearly romantic. and it was beautiful to say the least. you knew if you kept leaving marks, he’d kill you for it in the morning. he’d have to cover up again, which would make him loose out on money. roman knew his fan base, the ladies wanted what they wanted. but fuck those hoes…you’d give them something to stare at for-sure now. you’d carve ur name with your nails if you could.

your nails caved inwards again in his skin dragging all around to relieve both the pain and pleasure your man was creating with the swivel of his hips. the vein in his dick pulsing against ur spot with the new stroke. your hips attempting to buck into the mattress to escape the new rhythm.

“you feel me baby? right in that pussy? right where i need to be, baby. you wetting it up so good baby. i’m not stopping till you cum on it.”

“f-fu-uckkk! i can’t roman, ah!” you sobbed out sinking ur teeth into his shoulder. your pussy clenching and unclenching, his dick desparate to find its hiding place in your pussy.

“why not baby? fuckin’ good ass pussy. gimme what i want, babygirl. get that nut.” he roared into your ear

not for the first time, you felt the white flash behind ur eyes as heat radiated from ur toes right towards your pussy. with a loud whine of incoherent words, your cum gushed out around roman’s still thrusting cock now with a new layer of your cum coating it, fucking your through it. you let out a mixture of screams and sobs as he chased his nut, fucking into you faster, the stimulation becoming too much to bare. your nails scratching roman anywhere it could, clawing at him.

“where can i cum baby? where you want it at?”

“in my pussy..” you whimper out hoarsely

“nah, speak up. Where you want it at, baby? i can come in this pussy? My pussy?”

“in my pussy! fuck! cum in meeee, roman. cum in me, pleaseeee.” you beg with a pout, he leaned down connecting your lips together. his strokes becoming erratic before you felt the long hot spurts of his cum spraying your walls.

“shit! fuck! i can’t stop, baby. ahh!” he moaned in your ear as his thrust slowed down. your breaths both racing to pull it back into your lungs

roman continued to feed you small soft thrust before pulling out. he eased your legs of your shoulders to watch the mixture of your cum oozing out of your pussy and dribble onto the bed sheets. he lowered a thumb to your clit to rub small circles, causing your pussy to convulse and push his cum out in bubbled pools. after, he used his thumb to finger fuck it back into you with a small whimper, he got up to grab a towel to clean you off.

“damn, baby!” you hear him call out from the dark bathroom

“what?” you strain out, still trying to catch your heart rate back to normal

“we gotta invest in some gloves or something for you, when we fuckin’ baby girl.” he reemerged from the bathroom with a towel in hand. you took the time to notice all the bright red scratches that coated his tanned arms, and the teeth marks in his neck. he did a small spin, to show you his back.

he damn near looked fresh out of a TLC match.

“shouldn’t have been fuckin’ me like that than.”

[sweetshuga]

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟣𝟢 ✧ 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟩𝟧𝟥

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ best friends, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, degradation kink, hand/veins fetish, pet names, strong language.

You and Chris made it your mission to make each other Christmas presents before, well, before Christmas day. However, all you had been able to focus on is the way his long fingers worked with the various DIY supplies on the table, his veins showing clearly in the bright lighting of the kitchen. You couldn’t help but imagine his hand in between your thighs, working you towards another orgasm—

"You listenin’?" your eyes snapped up to his face, a warm feeling rushed up to your cheeks from embarrassment as he stared at you with cocked eyebrows. "Y-yeah, what did you say again?" you cursed internally at how badly your voice and words betrayed you. Chris’ confused expression turned into an amused grin, "oh, so you weren’t listenin’? and here I was talkin’ and talkin’ about how much I wanted to cuddle with ya and watch movies."

Your eyes widened and immediately lit up, "seriously? you’ll seriously do that again?" You asked knowing you two watched movies and cuddled just yesterday, and he nodded, chuckling at your expression. You and Chris are best friends, he had made it clear years ago that he didn’t want anything more with you so all you could do was imagine his veiny hands in between your thighs—

"C’mon, angel, you’re zoning out a lot today, not in the mood to make ’em?" he gestured to the DIY supplies scattered across the table and your project in your hand. You quickly shook your head, "n-no, I was just thinking about how good your fingers would feel inside me..." you spoke too quickly, too fast to process your own words and when you did, it died down to a mere whisper. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped, matching his expression.

"Y’wanted this huh? My fingers fucking your desperate pussy?" he groaned aloud as he increased his pace on his hand, his fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt, the wet squelching sounds growing louder along with your moans. Your back arched when he curled his fingers, rubbing that spongy spot while keeping the same fast pace, your eyes nearly rolled back as you held onto his wrist, trying to slow him down.

"That’s right, show me how much you like my fingers, such a fuckin’ slut ain’t you? Imagining me fingering you, punishing you." His words only added to the pleasure and your nth orgasm crashed over you quite quickly, your body shook as high pitched mewls exited your parted lips. "Juuust like that, fucking desperate whore, cummin’ on my fingers so many times." He laughed, his pupils dilated with desire as he kept finger-fucking you through your high.

"Chris—too much, oh fu—ck," you cried out, your hips threatening to lift off the bed as he didn’t stop, but he held it flush down onto the mattress with his free hand and immediately started to crook his fingers upwards and fuck you faster. Your body burned with the sheer amount of orgasms, but you could feel something big approaching and at first, you mistook it as the need to piss.

Your eyes widened and you tried to warn him, "Chris– Chris, I’m gonna pe—" his hand left your pelvis and slapped onto your mouth, effectively silencing your words and pulled out his fingers—only to shove them back in and fuck you fast with it. Your body squirmed and moved, but his hand was always there, following your body. He slipped his fingers out and rubbed your clit furiously and your body tensed as shudders wracked it.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your hips jerked with each wave of arousal squirting out of you, your hands scrambled up to clutch onto his hand that was over your mouth. You let out a high pitched sound into his hand when he resumed his pounding with his fingers. You slapped his hand, over your mouth, repeatedly when you felt that feeling of gushing again as more liquid sprayed out of you, your body thrashed on the bed.

Chris’ hand finally relented, rubbing your clit in gentle circles, making your body twitch from sensitivity and eliciting whimpers from you. "No more," you whined, your hands coming down to hold onto his wrist in a futile attempt to stop him. "Oh? No more? But I wanna see that again, I wanna see you fuckin’ soaking my hand..." he trailed off, his fingers slowly slipping back into your weeping hole. "One more, gimme one more," he cooed, his fingers starting to move again.

𓆩♡𓆪

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© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[stormbreaker-290]

boutta make you explode with homosexuality with my tired brain thoughts

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Being held by Malware when he has all those extra hands and sooooo many places to put them and so many little things he could do with them

Gently hold your face with the uppermost pair and play with your hair, letting his claws comb through it and gently boop your nose with his thumb.

The middle set carefully holding you around the torso, kneading into your back and being careful of his claws because he knows how fragile the human body is and how easy his claws could slice your skin apart.

The lowest set resting on your legs, just there and gently holding you close to him

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Anyway :3

[star2fishmeg]

Im actually so delusional today I need Lukey content so bad 💀 my boy is heavy on my mindddd

Thinkin abt still riding him after he finishes just cause he'd make the prettiest sounds ever and get all shakey and whiny. Can't get any work done I need him so bad 🫠

I'm always delusional about Luke, always on my mind and there's never a moment when he's not😭 Forever re-reading Luke content religiously. I don't usually post on Sundays but this had me drooling and I blame (tmi) ovulation.

"Fu..fuck, baby, fu-huck," Luke whines, lecherously and breathy with red cheeks. His forehead rests on your shoulder with arms draped loosely around your waist, sweat sticking your skins together until you're physically peeling apart from each other's bodies.

"Such pretty noises," you tease, arms hooked around his broad shoulders, nails following the scratches from not long before, "do I make you feel good, Lu? Does my pussy feel good?"

You could stop, take a breather and then go for another round but the shuddering whimpers falling from his throat just fuel this insatiable fire inside you, your hips continuing to roll at a moderate yet stimulating pace. He's exhausted, curls sticking to his face and he's doing his best to hide away in the crook of your neck but his cock twitches inside your cunt, warm walls full of his cum seeping out of you, a ring of white around his base and your rocking is relentless. You don't think you can stop, not when he's trembling beneath you, filling his room with down-right pornographic, unhinged whines of desperation, chanting out your name with his jaw faltering as he struggles to suppress his needy desire. You just feel too good, tight and snug, pussy taking him so easily and dragging against his veins and nerves so sensitively that his chest feels like fireworks are exploding again. He's clenching his abs so tight they ache, and he's lost the energy to thrust up, he used it all in the previous round and you gave him no break.

"Use...use me..." he pants, lazily kissing the sweet spot on your neck, indulging in how you moan to respond, "Use me as your fuck toy, angel."

You slow down, languidly rolling and running your hands over his damp curls, gently pulling his head from your shoulder and your eyes search his. Electric surges spark over you when you see his face, flushed and fucked out, eyes half-lidded and his brain sedated with pleasure. You don't speak for a second, purely taking in that, for once, he's the one writhing and shaking in overstimulation.

"You promise you'll cum, baby? Want me to bounce on your pretty cock and make you cum inside me again?"

"Please, please fuck me, y/n. I’ll cum, fuck, yes, I'll cum as many times as you want." Whimpers splurge from his throat as he melts into your touch, hands grasping at your hips while a mutual euphoria encases your bodies. You nod quickly, lust glazing over your eyes, pushing up on your thighs and watching his eyes flutter close. In your hands, his head lulls and a groan slips out when you sink back down, your own jaw falling open as if his cock sliding into you was new. Luke learns something then and there, and that is yes, one round is never enough with you, not when you use his cock to get off.

[dracocheesecake]

Hii howudoingg

If it’s ok can I ask you to write something about Kai saving a child from whatever or whoever it is. He’s just so big and strong he gives off vibes of someone that can protect🥺 Totally not self insert ahah Kai father figure is everything😭✨

FatherFigure!Kai x Child!Reader: Saved From Becoming Demonic Dinner

The demon had come without warning; it never did, but the routine attack had come sooner than usual, and Y/N had been unfortunate enough to be caught outside when it came.

It was huge, slobber dripping down its enormous fangs, those jutting out of a gaping maw big enough to swallow a grown buffalo whole. It scrambled through the marketplace on six squat legs, viciously knocking aside stalls and gnawing apart anything that came in its path- so far, these had all been wooden carts or produce and merchandise, but now its glowing red eyes were on Y/N, the child stumbling behind the panicked herd of people.

Y/N couldn't tear their eyes away from the monster, so they didn't look where they were going, and ended up tripping. They landed on their hands, and tried to get up, but fear overwhelmed and paralyzed them as they heard the demon scrambling ever closer, making horrible, eager sounds of hunger. Closer...closer...

They thought it was over, their eyes closing in preparation for the darkness of death, body bracing for the impact of teeth through flesh- but the jaws never closed around them. There was a noise of impact, a grunt, and then Y/N looked up.

A large yak was holding the demon's jaws, preventing them from clamping down on the child. His own jaw was set in determination, but there was something strange about his eyes- green, glowing- and he had four horns. The demon stepped forward, pushing the bull back slightly, digging grooves into the dirt. The yak snorted and turned to look over his shoulder at Y/N.

"Run, dammit!" He snapped.

Y/N didn't wait for further instructions. Control of their limbs returned to them in an instant, and they rushed away, stumbling over the debris of ruined stalls while trying not to be crushed by the tide of other fleeing survivors. But they couldn't leave it there. Another impulse gripped them, and they dived into an isolated alley, hiding behind a barrel to watch the results of the fight between the demon and the bull with the strange eyes.

It wasn't a long fight. The bull had no armor save for the helmet and leather wrapped around his forearms, and the only weapons he wielded were two blades attached to chains at his belt that glowed the same shade of green as his eyes- and yet, these seemed sufficient. The demon was fast despite it's bloated form, dragging itself along as it did, but the bull was deceptively faster.

The demon charged, gnashing its teeth, trying to get a bite out of its opponent, but whenever it came close, the blades swung out, tasting its flesh instead. Black blood dribbled on the ground out of gashes in its hide, and it shrieked and lunged madly for the bull again. Then the bull grinned, and in a move that made Y/N's heart jump into their throat, suddenly leapt to all fours and charged at its gaping maw head-on!

Y/N was about to scream, fearful that their savior would end up in the demon's gullet- but then the bull twisted his head, catching the demon's side with his horns and flipped it over. The demon scrambled to get up, to protect its vulnerable belly, and then the bull had his blades again, and-

Y/N gasped and looked away; it was for the best, judging by how disgustingly wet the sound was. There was a long pause. Then it sounded like the bull had sighed.

They opened their eyes and looked up. The yak was looking down at them. He had a rag in one hand, and was cleaning one of his blades with the other. Its twin was holstered again at his hip. He and Y/N stood that way, staring at each other in silence as the bull cleaned his blade. Then he holstered it, tossed the rag away, and chuckled, putting his hands on his hips and surveying all of the damage.

"I thought it might be helpful to have some demons in my arsenal...but clearly, that didn't work out." The bull rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "Oh, well," he sighed, somewhat sing-song. "Should have known better than to bite off more than I could chew...or rather, something that wanted to bite me...and everything in general."

He snorted in amusement, and then those glowing eyes were on them again. The child tensed, gripping the front of their shirt nervously. The bull had saved them, but now they wondered from the appraising glance he threw their way if he had only saved them for later.

But then he snorted again and bent down to their level (well, he tried, he still towered over them). One of his hooves extended and gently poked their nose. "Don't you have dinner to go eat, or bedtime, or something? What are you still doing out?"

Y/N scrunched up their nose and stepped back. "I wanted to make sure you were ok."

The bull's brows raised in slight amusement. "And what would you have done if I wasn't?"

Y/N looked at the ground and shrugged. "I don't know."

The bull chuckled. "Been eaten up as a little dessert, I bet. Ha. Luckily I could handle myself."

He must have seen how downtrodden the child had gotten, because he reached down and ruffled their hair. "I appreciate the thought, though. It was stupid, but almost brave. You get credit for trying."

The child turned their eyes up to him, and took this gentleness as permission to bombard him with questions.

"Why are your eyes all weird? And why do you have four horns?"

"I'm a Spirit Warrior."

"A good spirit? Are you a good guy?"

The bull fell silent, again regarding the child with those terrifying eyes.

"...Depends on your point of view."

"Who are you?"

The strange eyes widened, flashing for a moment, but with indignation rather than anger. "Who am I?! What do you mean? I'm General-"

He cut himself off, grumbling under his breath for a moment before releasing it all with a sigh. "...You know what? Forget it. Just call me Kai. And you?"

The child sniffed and wiped their nose on a sleeve. "I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, let's get you home, then."

He lifted them by the back of their shirt, hauling them up and into the crook of his other arm without effort. Kai walked through the ruins of what had once been the market place- it was too dark to see clearly, but there were lumps of things laying around (produce, maybe? By why were the lumps so big?)- but before Y/N could get a good look, Kai suddenly pressed the back of their head into his chest, and their face smushed into the coarse fur. They didn't hear a heartbeat.

"Where do you live?" He asked, casually, though Y/N couldn't answer because their mouth was currently full of his fur. They tried to mumble something past it- a few times.

"Hm?"

He released them, and they turned their head to look up at him. It was dark out, save for the outlines of buildings they could recognize against the star filled sky. They were no longer in the market, and their surroundings were more familiar. Kai's eyes glowed brighter than ever in the dark. Y/N searched around for certain landmarks- the broken cart in front of the neighbors', the potted bamboo woven into decorative braids, then the round cobbles- there! A lantern was on, and their parents and neighbors were on the porch, calling their name, apparently about to begin a frantic search.

Kai watched them and chuckled with amusement. "Well, aren't you popular," he said, and gently placed Y/N on the ground. "Better go and let them know you're okay."

He nudged them forward and then turned to leave. But Y/N couldn't let him go like that, not after what he had done. They stumbled after him and locked their little arms around one of his legs. The yak tensed and paused to look over his shoulder at them. His brow furrowed, but he didn't pull away.

"Thank you for saving me," Y/N said.

Kai didn't say anything for a bit. Then he made a rumbling sound like a chuckle and gently shook the child off his leg. He bent down again, rubbing his knuckles against the top of their head.

"No problem. But here's a little advice: get inside before dark, and don't hang around when there's a demon on the loose. You'll live longer."

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Choso just can’t get enough of you.

Oftentimes, you prefer to ride him because it’s always so nice to see him laying beneath you with his aroused expression. Choso allows it because he wants to please you and be good however he can. But every once in a while, he gets too frustrated and flips the position.

“W-what are you doing, Cho?”

You gasp when your back makes contact with the mattress, Choso’s larger body sliding in between your thighs quickly. He pushes your legs up until your ankles are beside your head, folded into a mating press.

“M’ sorry,” he utters. “Just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Choso groans when he finally slides into your tight cunt again, his erection almost painful from how hard it is. You feel so much tighter from that angle, your walls constricting around Choso’s large cock as he begins to thrust into you.

He starts panting roughly, his hips meeting the backs of your thighs. It feels so good to have him inside, rubbing up against all the right spots. Your eyes fall closed from the intense sensations.

“Fuck…I wanna breed you so bad, y/n.”

Choso begs beside your ear.

“Please…Please let me come inside of your sweet pussy…Ha, dammit-“

His words trail off once he feels you clenching around him. It only makes Choso thrust into you even harder, nudging up against your abused cervix. He’s acting like a crazed man and you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t attractive.

“Y-you can,” you whimper. You want his come inside of you so badly. Your walls constrict around him some more, attempting to milk his cock for all that its worth.

Choso lets out a defeated moan as he begins to place open mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Thank you…Thank you,” he murmurs beside your ear.

“Gonna fill this pussy up now…Gonna come, oh fu-“

Choso’s breathing hitches in his throat when the coil snaps. He groans loudly, his hips rocking into yours as he shoots his load into you. It feels so warm and sticky, splashing against your cervix. It twitches inside of you from the intensity of the orgasm.

Choso watches his cum slip out of your pussy afterwards. He’s always so fascinated by the sight of your bare pussy seeping with his essence. He has to seriously control himself from pounding you into the mattress even more.

Read part 1 here

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