#Sapphire Gummy

[enthusiastic-nim]

Pink Taffy' bedroom!!! I loved drawing this- bedrooms are so much fun because you can put so much character into them!

One of the things I knew I wanted was for her to have a platform in her room, and I thought the fence would be a fun add on. I think my favorite prop in her room is the cotton candy lamp! I just think it's cute.

[noahchairocart]

My cookie run kingdom hyperfixation unfortunately came back so I’m making it your guyses problem! >:333

They are their daughter’s biggest fans.

This sketch is based on a ShadowSpice family au me and my friend created. With a family Foto down below.

Also I don’t care if this retconning any other lore in the game I’m just here to have fun and think of some silly dynamics.

Shadow milk and Burning spice roll dice to choose who gives birth.

[loquatsloquatsloquats]

CRK As Tumblr Posts (Part 4)

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[m0sspile]

been meaning to post these for a while

[alxsstar]

Art dump #3 yayaya

More Acrux Star and Maple Sugar i love them i love them i love them

Maple Sugar Cookie was made by my friend but I dont have her tumblr so heres her tt: maplesreal

Im so brainrotted i love them

Me and maple have been planning their lore for like. A month now ill probably do lore dumps here and there with comic studio

But heres some doodles of them in some different outfits

Bonus:

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, black!reader intended but it can be anybody, blowjob, slight mention of fingering, like, comment, reblog <3

֒ ୨ৎྀི 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 back on his veiny hands, man spreading with his head tilted back. low, pathetic whimpers and grunts fill the dimly lit, intimate space. His body was snugged deep in passionate pleasure as your pretty thick lips wrapped sweetly around his dick. "Mmmph," rolling his head to the side, sapphire eyes observe your own bobbing up and down. sucking his dick and swirling your tongue at the tip, you proceed to take more of him. you moan at the bittersweet taste along your tongue, it's vibrations transcending past his dick, his fingers begin to curl into the sheets as he feels his tip reach at the back of your throat. clenching and tearing up, your nose practically reached the hairs of his lower region. the action of gagging makes him tense up, "s-shit, ma!" his knee bouncing with anticipation, the feeling of a climax coming on becomes overwhelming as he starts to fuck your mouth uncontrollably. from the warmth to the silky salvia coating the palette of your tongue, the constant back and forth rubbing to the underside of his dick has him imaging that he was fucking your tight gummy walls. and when he tells you he's cumming, your hands go back to stroking his cock. "I've missed you baby, I've missed you so much." You coo'd with a pout, bashing your long lashes up at him. locking eye contact, his eyes begin to flutter. mouth gaped open, sounds of him moaning your name so deep, sends streams of cream spurting from his pink tip. for a moment everything was silent and still, the only thing heard was his heavy breathes and your mouth cleaning the mess he made. when he comes back to reality, your sweet erotic moans grasp his attention. the sight of you still knelt before him, nude and plush, fingering your juicy wet pussy, has his dick twitching for the hundredth time tonight.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[bunnyboyjuice]

Gojo hates being patient especially when it comes to anything with you or you body, and everytime you tried cock warming with him you failed. Gojo would end bouncing you up and down slowly before picking up the pace his impatient cock was missing your insides. Especially when you just looked so good on top of him. So one day when you ask Gojo pleading with big puppy eyes “Can I cockwarm you please baby.”

You bat your eyes at him gently playing with his soft white locs. He could never sit still long enough to truly cockwarm which was the problem. He wanted you as soon as he felt your tight cunt squeeze around him. He would always beg you to move his sapphire eyes wide and pleading his pupils blow out with lust.

Gojo sighed as he gave in. “Sure baby we can try it but you know it’s not gonna work.” Satoru was no stranger getting you to ride him either. He took you over to the couch peeling off your shorts and panties letting you sink down on to his cock. It felt nice for the first part the warmth of your heat swallowing his length. Until Satoru started shifting his hips.

“Satoru you’re supposed to be sitting still.” You huffed feeling your walls clamping down on him. “You know I can’t wait baby your just to good!” Satoru smirks bouncing you up and down gently on his cock. The way he felt his cock sink right back in to you made him groan. It was such a hypnotic sight watching you go up and down on his cock. “Satoruuuu!” You whined feeling his cock kiss your gummy walls with each thrust.

“I told you..baby it wasn’t gonna..work..ngh!” Satori smirked before taking a nipple in his mouth his tongue lolling around the bud before letting it go with a pop. “Love watchin m’sweet girl fall apart on my cock to much…!” He groans his hips speeding up by the second. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room while Satoru moaned.

Your pussy pulsed squeezing around his cock alerting Satoru you were getting close. Slick drooling from your hungry cunt. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls driving you wild as you cling to him. “Atta girl come..for…me!” He coos while thrusting his hips into you his cock sloppy wet from your juices while your sensitive cunt squelches when he fucks his pierced cock into you. His lithe fingers slipping between both of you to rub at your puffy clit.

With a few sloppy thrusts and flicks of your syrupy clit and you’re seeing stars, falling apart on his lap. “Mnngh! Satoruuuu!” You whined before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“See Baby I told you it never works.” He huffs running his fingers through his white locs before peeling you off his lap giving you a cocky smile.

[Inbox is open 💌]

[mzenins]

❛ a mess i can handle ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * jjk multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: period sex, fem reader, missionary & full nelson, praise, nipple play, p*ssyjob, overstimulation, dirty talk (?), usage of sex toys (vibrator)

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: satoru gojo, choso kamo, toji fushiguro

╰⪼┆ satoru could already tell from the way your perky nipples pressed up against your tight and even loose fitted shirts that you were menstruating. that, plus the small groans of discomfort that absentmindedly escaped from you throughout the day. wiping the small spot of drool that accumulated at the corner of his mouth, he watches you intensely as you strip bare and position yourself on top of the spread out towel.

you cautiously widened your legs fearful of the gooey visual to the entice disgust from satoru, but instead his large calloused hands assists you in the act of revealing your glory to his sapphire eyes alone.

“fuck, pretty,” he groans with melodramatics but yet on his end, it’s the most genuine reaction you’ve ripped out of him. “you’re gonna allow me to make you feel better, yeah?” his voice is a mere whisper. slurred with lust and excitement awaiting for your approval.

you nod your head. your knees slightly knocking into each other but your sudden void of words doesn’t satisfy whatever game he’s concocted with you. he tsk, “you got to do better than that sweetheart. don’t you want the cramps to go ‘poof?’” he chides, slowly teasing his throbbing cock over your lubricanted folds to emphasize his point.

the sensations alone sends shockwaves throughout your nervous system. hips bucking wildly in shock as you wither into the mattress like a wilted flower.

an embarrassingly loud moan ripples from your mouth and you squirm in his firm grasp. an irritated pout rests on your face intertwining with a flustered expression. “please make me feel better, toru.” a sleezed grin widens against his face similar to the cheshire cat, “see? that wasn’t so hard now was it, baby?” he presses a sweetened kiss against your forehead then aligns himself and finally slips into your warm pussy.

your eyes squeeze shut relishing in the thick protrusion dragging sharply on your gummy walls. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers finding solace at the nape threading through the hairs in a haste. satoru grip on your plush thighs tighten as his hips follow a mellow pace set to please you, his grunts are hoarse as gargled up whines seep through the room.

“so fucking tight, baby, you’re amazing. gonna make you all better,” he shudders. his tempo getting lost in the mist of his weak attention span as we watches both of your arousals and your blood become visible on his latex covered cock. you’re both not gonna last long…

╰⪼┆choso already has an app of his phone that track your cycle. he makes monthly accommodations for you, stacks up on feminine products that you use in different brands and is more than willing to put up with your irregular mood changes. so to say he’s a bit hurt at the sight of you lazily dry humping your pillow would be an understatement.

if you have a burning itch that can be only overcome by sexual stimulation then he’d sacrifice whatever he considers dear to him to please and aid you in a heartbeat. to hear your angelic whines of repentance chanting his name like a sinned virtue.

your back slightly arches off the bed, the thick fog of heat temporarily impairs your hearing, allowing for the loud buzzing sound of the vibrator wand on your clit to nullify. he heaves out a throaty sigh, gently assisting your body back on the bed, his cold hands makes you shiver. “please don’t move, you’ll make your body pains worse.” he sincerely mutters.

his assertive yet nurturing tone combined with the heavenly vibrations towards your puffy clit has you babbling nonsense, making small rolls of your hips to match the pace chasing for a sweet release.

choso notices your desperation and in turn wants to give more. that’s all he’s ever known; to give, give and give. it’s as if it’s hardwired in his brain for his thumb and pointer finger to pinch and tweak at your swole nipples, the buds harden more than ever. his eyes stained with a glossy overlay as he watches your supple face contorting in pleasure. your messy pussy clenching around nothing.

his wants and needs has been neglected for so long and starts to get the better of him. leaking precum smearing all over his boxers, the uncomfortable strain can’t be subsided with a simple palm over his clothed shaft.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry ‘m sorry ‘m sorry!” he chants by your ear plopping you repeatedly with vigour on his cock. your back pressed up upon his glistening chest and strained legs in the air. mixed moans flows through the air as he pulses and twitches inside of your weeping cunt “f-fuck cho i can’t!”

it’s rare for choso to be selfish, but he makes it worth your while with tender massages to your ached body after successfully getting rid of your troublesome cramps…

╰⪼┆toji would honestly rather keep you at bay than fuck you when you’re on your period. it’s nothing personal, he loves you and your body but the harsh to come out stains that follows with the activity has him dreading the inevitable.

he’ll service you in any other way possible; using his constant radiating body heat to act as a heating pad, watch sappy romcoms with you and dry your teary eyes afterwards, practically be your lapdog that doesn’t leave your side.

but as the days slowly pass by, toji grows insatiable. a bulldog that yearns for something digestible against its fanged teeth, he’s a man with needs after all and soon his desires clash with his beliefs, contradicting himself and turning into a bold faced hypocrite—but what else is new?

“c’mon doll, spread 'em farther f’me.” he coaxes devilish pumping at his veiny semi hard cock from the opposite side of the bed. you huff, your face grows warm in embarrassment but you comply to his demands as your meek fingers work their way to your folds, spreading them widely as toji ogles at your mixed sticky arousal and small residue of blood.

this is so humiliating. when he told you he had something special planned this wasn’t what you envisioned, then again, he’s a known wildcard. often getting tired of predictability. a grotesque groan emits from his chest, scarred lip twisting up sinisterly. he drops the hold of his shaft, then hastily sneaks his hand around your delicate waist to move you closer in his vicinity in one swift movement.

“doin' this for you darling…” a strong lie of his lingers in your ears as he fits himself against your puffed folds, thrusting back and forth hungrily. he’s truly doing this to satisfy himself but you don’t question his motives once his thick cockhead nudges divinely on your clit causing you to squeal.

the lewd squelching fills the room to the brim, your mewls come out automatically. his focused daggering eyes never leaving the sight of him messily slipping back and forth “you fuckin' love this don’t 'cha pretty girl? so dirty for me,” he growls out. your hands shyly covers your face but quickly nod to assure him…

© mzenins, all rights reserved … feedback is welcomed.

[nayapolitantrainwreck]

And yes, THIS IS A POSSIBILITY FOR BOTH

You know your fic idea is gonna be heat when you’re making a chart of the in-fic status of every playable cookie run character before you even start chapter one

[merakiui]

it’s my first time ordering for lunar love hotel 🥺🥺🥺 i’m not sure if i’m doing it right but i’d like to order a flower bouquet with chamomile tea and lemon squares from the midnight menu and a fruit smoothie from the morning menu for ceo azul and afab reader (maybe either his secretary or just an employee working under him, whichever you prefer!)

thank u so much! 🥰

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. He’s without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.

“Mmh… Mr. A-Ashengrotto?” you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. “Ooh…”

What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent boss—Azul Ashengrotto.

And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. You’re not sure where you are or what floor you’re on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.

“Mr. Ashengrotto, what are you…” You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. “What’re you doing?”

The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.

“You should know—” he starts, only to break off with a low moan— “that it’s impossible to out-drink Floyd.”

“No… No, that’s not—” You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. “Can’t… We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Not right and—it’s wrong… You’re my boss and it’s not…gonna look good.”

“My dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Won’t you relax?”

“Because…” You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. “Mr. Ashengrotto—”

“Azul,” he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. “It would make me happy if you called me that in private.”

You try to shake your head. “I can’t—”

“We offer paid maternity leave,” he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.

“Don’t want that,” you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. “Don’t want a baby. I can’t—need money to live. It’s expensive… Please, Mr. Ashengrotto…”

He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. “You look so tired. Rest, my dear. I’m here for you.”

Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. He’s borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everything—the situation and the intention in every thrust—it feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.

“You work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.” Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contact—whether in revulsion or reverence, he can’t say. “Ah, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.” He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. “Why do you run from me, my dear?”

“A-Azu—ooh… Azul…”

“Was that so difficult? My name isn’t a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrotto—what a precious title. So musical.”

You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You can’t be with him. He’s your boss and you’re his secretary. It wouldn’t look right. The rumors that would spread… You couldn’t handle that sort of pressure—of having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.

“I wanna go home…”

“You are home.”

“My home.”

His expression sours. “I wouldn’t call that hovel a home.”

Your head falls back against the pillows. What’s the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You can’t let him have his way. You can’t be a mother. Not now. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

But it’s so easy to float along and succumb. It’s so easy to be lazy. It’s so easy to agree. It’s what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.

“Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll be here when you wake.”

You don’t intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but that’s the last thing you concern yourself with. It’s what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.

“I love you, (Name)… And soon—quite soon—you’ll love me, too.”

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23

𐙚 Rafe Camerons!breeding kink

warnings ; smut, breeding kink, f!reader

Rafe who doesn’t love family ‘get togethers’ with a grumpy attitude and noticeable frown :(( maybe their more enjoyable with other families? families who weren’t obsessed with the latter of success and violence? rafe included. it just seemed pointless to him. unnecessary opportunities to argue and manipulate. that’s the only aspects of family he had ever known. until he had met you of course !!

here he was. letting u squeeze your delicate hand over his. fingers enlaced as you two walked down the stairs, into the buzzing yearly Christmas party.

he didn’t want you being there :(( you were like a ray of sunshine — his bubbly, sweet princess. your beaming grin on ur beautiful face was just so pure to him. he felt so overprotective !! letting his angel in the same house same room even as his psycho family just felt so wrong !!

but you convinced him everything would be all right !! he didn’t believe ur sweet words until he found himself leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to petty drama and chatter — he truly hated these kinds of things !! a pounding headache forming in rafes blond head :( his family were truly the humbugs of christmas in his eyes.

he could have sworn your pretty hand was curled in his. until he realized they weren’t, where did u go?? where the fucks his pretty girl? he couldn’t help but panic a bit, this was his crazy family after all !! his blue eyes darting around every room as he frantically looked for you. but rafe was just being protective as always, finally letting himself breathe when he found u upstairs, in the playroom he and Sarah used as kids. now all occupied with his darling little cousins, and you?

rafe was in awe. watching u play dollies with his little cousin darla <3 the brightest smile spread on ur face. simply playing with his lil cousins as ur eyes meet his, sapphire and laced in adoration. giving him a sweet grin. could you be any more angelic? any more beautiful? of course you were drawn to the adorable babies ((: taking not a single notice to his families tension — and letting ur bubbly mind find probably the only bright area of the party !!

u stood up, scurrying over to him as you smooched him a cheeky kiss. “m’ sorry, were you looking for me?”

“I sure was, baby.. your good with kids y’now” why was he smirking? oh !!

it isn’t long before he has you bent over his desk (!! his family still downstairs !!) thick thighs sprawled open as he pounds into ur puffy cunnty !! ur cock drunk lashes fluttering back as ur drooled over mouth let’s out pretty moans !! <3 his deep voice spurring praises like a prayer ‘fuck baby, so fucking’ good with kids’ ‘gonna look so pretty with a baby belly princess’ ‘cummin’ in ur pretty pussy like u fucking deserve’ hes a man of his word. ur gummy walls squeezing his cock as he slams agaisnt ur cervix. thick, warm ropes of cum spurring right into ur womb. how could u not cry out in ectasy? ‘need’ta be quiet’ he groaned. he couldn’t control himself !! u were so warm, so sweet — how could he not fill you with his creamy cum?!— “can’t think of a better gift baby, your gonna be the mother of my baby sweet thing” of course it doesn’t stop after one round !! u’d just look so beautiful with his blond lil baby !! ((:

[enthusiastic-nim]

This is just a random question but do any of your OCS have birthdays? Have a wonderful day either way!

Thank you for the question, Anon! It's really fun, especially because I've never really thought about it?? But this is a neat exorcise so let's go with it!

In Magical School Girls, Bea is a Virgo born on September 20th. Cheerie is a February 12th Aquarius, and Eartha is a October 29th Scorpio.

Taffy and Lemon are also Scorpios, and were born November 10th and November 16th. Gummi is a Virgo like Bea and was born August 23rd. Berry is a April 27th Taurus.

As for The Punkin Sitter- The Sitter himself doesn't have a birthday, so Ben likes to pick a random day throughout the year and celebrate with him and the babies (mostly as an excuse to turn in paperwork late). Ben's a September 30th Libra.

Vinyl was born on March 2nd and is a Pisces! She's actually really bad at keeping up with her own birthday, though. Walkman was born on June 30th and is a Cancer, but he doesn't know that. Vinyl decided to give him a new birthday when they both officially became friends on December 5th (making him an honorary Sagittarius).

[sapphire-on-air]

"well then my friend! You've come to the perfect place to do so!~

Pray tell, what kinds of gossip do you have for me today? I know I have a few pieces I can share too~"

HELLO!!!! ARE YOU BLACK SAPPHIRE COOKIE?!

@twizzlygummyjailbreak

"the one and... Well not the only one but I am indeed black sapphire cookie!

How can I be of service to you today?"

[carelessflower]

alec closet analysis thread

now it's confirmed that alec THE ultimate successor of broke nepo baby - sugar baby - tradwife pipeline, I compile a list of what items and brands i think he would use

casual wear

alec's style is the fit in trsom where he layer a leather jacket over hoodie, except now the leather jacket is some authentic italian leather costing 1000$ and the hoodie is ralph lauren. very subtle, very preppy boarding school with inheritance quiet luxury boy, ysl (magnus got confirmed wearing them and magnus shop/magic clothes for alec), loro piana, ami paris (magnus think "a" can be an initial alec is tres chic)

outerwear

classic burberry trench coat, leather jacket (a must), puffer, bomber, if in in dark color and cozy, there 70% chance alec wants it. fw chanel tweed stuff but non-monogram only. oh yeah got access to magnus unlimited closet of fur coat and been dressing in mob wife style every winter (it suit him so why change)

formal wear

structured, clean line, no fussy business. rarely do a three piece suit, unless it's a fancy nightout with magnus. layered his sweater/turtleneck with a blazer all the time. in shadoworld gala or events his suit would have pop of red either from the tie, the brooch or the detail to signal his position while blending in with other party-goers (consul robe wouldn't be sensible, considering shadowhunters history with downworlders). i can see ysl, celine, bottega, alexander mcqueen and peter do (the suit with the open back is for magnus only)

bag

THE shadoworld birkin mom, his collection isn't the biggest in the world because he's very particular in his pieces, no neon, overt pattern or rhinestone. got a mini birkin to store his airphones and gummy bear and izzy can't believe this is her brother's life now. big fans of every big bag imaginable, his birkin always looks like it may burst any moment. louis vuitton duffle bag, neutral, no excessive logo

jewelry

like anything silver, white gold, platinum, diamond, sapphire, pearl. tolerable of period and colored diamonds. keep ruby (bad association), gold and those god-awful rolex away from him please. own a couple of richard mille but only for fancy occasions, his go-to is usually vintage gucci bangle or cartier tank. got matching cartier love bracelet with max. break about 4 sets van cleef albraham but magnus like how delicately they sit on his collarbone so he gonna keep being restocked on them. for ring: harry winston, tiffany, graff, his fave shape is carre, emerald, cushion

perfume

woody, slightly white floral (he doesn't play about jasmine), anything fresh and clean, skin type of perfume. he's basically smell like entering a very expensive yet worth-the-price therapist's office. mfk 724, another 13, the matcha, and do son would be perfect. magnus got a whole shelves of kilian, alec basically take a look and one bottle and that's it. unless you're magnus don't come near him with anything patchouli or overwhelmed musk he would scowl as if your existence's offensive

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@noah-herondale-lightwood @elettralightwood @dustandducks @deliciousdetectivestranger @delightfullyterrible

@letsgofortacos

@kita-no @thelightofthebane @secrettryst @goldendreams3 @cityofdownwardspirals

@stupidfuckindinosaur

@i-have-not-slept @rinadragomir @potato-jem @kasper-tag

@banesapothecary @culiehua @izzysimcns

[crazyunsexycool]

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Steve is worried like crazy why Honey is calling him in the middle of the night when he's away on a mission. But it's just Bee who want's to check up on her dada and tell/babble about her day to him.

No matter how tired Steve is, he's ready to listen to bee 🥺🥺🥺

🥺🥺 anything for his little girl….

Babble session

I hope you like this!!!

Steve’s heart almost jumped out of his chest when his phone rang in the middle of the night. He was currently on a mission and he’d been on about two hours of sleep over the last three days. The mission wasn’t going as well as he hoped it would so he was away from home more than he’d liked. This was the first time he’d be able to get more than a thirty minute nap if he was lucky.

The phone buzzes again pulling Steve out of his thoughts. When he sees it’s you he tries not to panic. There really is no reason for you to call at this time unless something bad has happened.

“Honey?” Steve’s groggy voice calls out as the video starts up.

A high pitched screech is all the reply he gets before he sees a round face, chubby cheeks, a button nose, a gummy smile and sapphire blue eyes taking up the screen. There’s some cooing and half laughs as Bee gets a good look at her dad for the first time in a few days.

“Hi my HoneyBee. How are you doing?” Steve coos at his little girl. Suddenly he’s not tired anymore, he’d rather sit here and watch Bee try to use the phone as a teething toy.

“Sorry about calling you so late.” Your voice is soft and apologetic. “You should be sleeping, you look exhausted.”

“You look beautiful.”

“You can’t even see me with Miss hog the phone over here.”

“I don’t need to see you to know it’s true.” Steve smiles as Bee pulls the phone back and coos again. “You’re just as beautiful as your mama, pretty Bee.”

“She wouldn’t stop crying.” You admit after finally getting your hands on the phone. “I know she’s missing you like crazy. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“Never. I love seeing two of my favorite girls.”

You and Steve talk for about a minute or so before Bee starts fussing and crying, reaching for the phone to get another look at her daddy.

“Hey Bee, what’s that attitude for?” Steve asks softly, getting a grunt and whine as a response. “Grumpy just like your mama too.”

“Hey!”

Steve chuckles at your response. “How was your day Bee? Did you have fun with mama?”

Your smart little Bee response with some incoherent babble. She goes on and on, giggling when Steve makes a silly face or some weird noise. You’d never her seen her be so vocal but you know it’s because Steve is away and she missed him.

“I know your cousin Lottie is a wild one.” Steve coos as he listens to you tell him about their play date in between Bee cooing dramatically.

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After about an hour Bee finally begins to yawn and lay her head on your shoulder. But she whines and tries to reach for Steve through the phone.

“I’ll let you go. I’m going to put her to bed and you need to get some sleep. Good night, we love you.”

“Wait. Keep me on until she falls asleep.” Steve suggests even though he’s about to pass out from exhaustion.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Honey. Let’s sing her, her favorite.”

You smile as you set the phone down close to the rocking chair in Bee’s room. Bee blinks up at you owlishly as you settle down.

“Hush little baby don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.” You start.

“And if that mocking bird don’t sing, daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.” Steve adds sleepily.

You keep going with the song until not only is Bee asleep but so is Steve on the other end of the call. First you put Bee in her crib and make sure she’s comfortable. Then you pick up the phone and smile when you realize that all you can see is the ceiling and hear Steve’s soft snores.

You hang up and leave Bee’s room, hoping that Steve will be back soon and father and daughter can have their end of day conversations in person.

[puddle-nerd]

You and Me Make Three

Summary: Both of your older male siblings had already started having children. Now was as good a time as any for you and your mate to start on your own, as well. (Rotxo/Sully Sister Reader)

Prompt #11 for Avatar12DaysofKinkmas2023.

Story Tags: No use of Y/N, Breeding, Female Na’vi Reader, Inserted Sully Sister Character, Aged Up Characters, Everyone is Legal, Yes they’re both eighteen+!, Established Relationship, Mentioned Neteyam/Ao’nung Pairing, Mentioned M-PREG, Mentioned Lo’ak/Tsireya Pairing, Begging, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Na’vi Translation: Kuru — neural queue Muntxate — wife | female spouse Sa’nu — Mum | mommy Tsaheylu — a connection made with the tendrils of a neural queue Yawntu – loved one | lover | beloved person

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The feeling of kisses on your stomach had you smiling before you even tried to open your eyes. “Good morning, ma’muntxate,” Rotxo murmured when he realized you were waking up, nuzzling against your belly button and nipping at your hip causing you to giggle quietly. You hummed and reached out, stroking your sapphire fingers through his tightly wound curls, finally opening your golden eyes and grinning down at your mate.

“Good morning, yawntu,” you replied, puckering your lips and begging for a kiss.

He chuckled, used to your needy antics after all this time, and rolled up onto his knees so he could lean over you and you could kiss him in greeting of the new day. You dragged him down to lay his thick, muscled body down upon yours in your shared bedding, greedily smooching him over and over and causing him to laugh even more against your lips, giddy at your affection. He purred and pulled back, tucking his face against your shoulder, pressing his nose against the soft skin of your neck, his hand caressing your belly.

“What do you think about us finally trying for a baby?” he asked quietly.

You grinned down at him.

You’d had enough practice with Tuk a long time ago, with Rua –when Tonowari and Ronal’s third child had finally been born – and now with both Neteyam and Ao’nung’s twin spawns and with Tsireya and Lo’ak expecting their first in a couple of months, you supposed it was as good a time as any to maybe try for one or two of your own. “It might not take right away, Ro,” you warned your spouse, reminding him that it had taken Neteyam almost a year to get pregnant after he and Ao’nung had mated or almost as long for Tsireya as well.

Rotxo smirked. “I’m up for a challenge,” he replied.

He wiggled himself between your legs and began kissing at your neck and shoulders before suckling upon your upper chest until his lips came upon the hardening tip of one of your soft breasts. You sighed, slowly arching your spine in pleasure as he sucked and nibbled upon your nipple in just the way you always liked it. He switched to the other breast and caused his kuru to slide over his shoulder. Feeling the black braid brush your arm, you eagerly made Tsaheylu with your mate, your building arousal and his echoing back and forth between the connection.

Suddenly, a finger pushed into the slickening hole between your legs, causing you to gasp once more, shifting your lithe thighs wider in further invitation. He curled his thick digit in just the right way that had all ten of your toes curling and your inner gummy walls contracting at the newfound pleasure.

“Oh, just like that, yawntu,” you encouraged him.

Only to have him pull away.

You whined and pouted up at him. Rotxo smirked and leaned down, kissing you chastely before he grasped the base of his erection. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit teasingly, chuckling as you whimpered needily. “Don’t tease, Ro,” you pleaded, sulking. Your husband continued to stroke himself coquettishly against your seam, coating himself with your wetness as he tapped the mushroom-like head against your clit. “Please, yawntu?” You pushed your hips up against his cock with a needy grumble.

Finally, he sunk himself inside of you.

Inch by inch, he slid inside your warm, wet depths. “Oh, you feel so good, ma’muntxate. So tight, and so wet for me,” Rotxo groaned, sliding himself deeper and deeper into you. Finally, he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against the back of your quivering thighs. You squirmed at the full feeling, your inner walls clenching onto his length greedily and causing him to release a quiet noise pf enjoyment from the back of his throat. “You’re going to make such a good sa’nu,” he growled, pulling back a little bit before sinking back inside of you, the friction sending pleasure skittering up your nerve endings. “Just gotta fill you up…” he added, thrusting into you again, “over and over… until it takes.” You nodded, matching his movements and clinging to the mat beneath you. “And when your belly swells,” he added, “with our baby,” he grunted through gnashed teeth as your cunt tightened further upon him, “you’re going to be fucking sexy.”

You whined, reaching up and pulling him down to you and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Need more,” you moaned into his ear, digging your nails into his back. “Need you.”

Rotxo sped up his movements, biting down harshly upon your shoulder when you involuntarily clenched even harder upon his shaft. The carnality was causing a fire in your belly, your sensual cries of bliss were music to his ears. And with Tsaheylu made between the two of you, he could feel the pleasure beginning to overwhelm your senses, knowing that he was the only one to make you feel this way, the only one to cause you to release these sounds from your throat. “Mine,” he affirmed into your neck. “This body, this pussy, this womb is mine. And soon, ma’muntxate,” he snarled, rutting into you animalistically now, “soon your belly will swell with the first of my babies.”

“Do it,” you pleaded. “Cum in me. Breed me. Make me a sa’nu.”

Rotxo released a rumbling snarl and you felt his orgasm rush through him and through your entwined kurus, triggering your own. His seed spurted deep inside of you and while a large part of you hoped it took, another part of you hoped it didn’t so you could indulge in this for just a little bit longer without having to worry about an infant or two.

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Originally Posted: 24 December 2023 Word Count: 961

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