#anon ask🤍

[mertylmylove]

Penaisns stans are so annoying, They get mad when you say that Percival x Nasiens may not become canon or if mention any other ship.😒,,They insit that they will be canon,How can you be so sure about that?

I don't know what you are talking about, But from i what I see they don't not bother anybody. Yes there is some annoying fans but just ignore them:)

Yes it's true we cannot be for sure that they make the endgame.

[zevrra]

thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon

includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand’ [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]

ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader

extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh

you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.

so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.

“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”

“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.

vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.

he is definitely awake now. good.

“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.

unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.

you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.

“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.

vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.

your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.

“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.

he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.

oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.

“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.

you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.

“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.

he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.

good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.

[dandysworldhcs]

I like when people make it so shrimpo is still like "I HATE I HATE I HATE" but everyone tolerates shrimpo,like how some toons can understand flutter even though she's mute

"Hey, shrimpo, what do you want for breakfast ?"

"I HATE BREAKFAST!!"

"alright.. scrambled eggs for shrimpo..and do you want a milkshake too?"

"I HATE MILKSHAKES'

"Alright.. that's a no, thanks shrimpo!'

"I HATE YOU!"

.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Hi Ana. I'm usually very shy and don't write to anyone first, but after reading what some people write to you, I realized that whatever I write will definitely not be worse even with my broken english and google translate. I just want to say that such people are very unhappy and full of hatred for themselves and others. Such people can't say anything good. They just don't have it. I know that sometimes it happens that you understand in your head that such people should be ignored, but your heart still hurts. At such moments, anyone wants support and understanding. Although I can already say that you are already very strong, that you have been on social networks for so long, and despite the negativity and hate, you continue to make people a little bit happier with your creativity. I reread your work many times and even when I'm bored. They are magnificent. Your writing skills always make my heart flutter and make me blush. I really love even your shortest works, and my days are already getting a little better. I also saw your face, I wanted to leave a comment, but I was too shy. But thanks to this rather impulsive and bold energy that is in me now (and which will disappear in a couple of minutes), I want to say that you are very beautiful, sweet, and attractive. You are just lovely! And I was also glad to know that you wear glasses, because I do too, heh. I don't know what I wanted to tell you with this comment. It's probably just to let you know that you are already good and enough as you are.

Thank you sweetie, you're so kind! 💋🎀

You don't have to feel shy to talk to me! 🥰 You're so sweet for taking the time to type this out!!

[hedwig221b]

Hi! I would really love to know what fanfic got you into sterek fandom?

I really love and appreciate your work! It's amazing. Thank you for sharing it with us! <3

You're so welcome!!! 🎀💖🤍🎀

According to my ao3 history, it's

You Smell So Divine, I Wanna Make You Mine by crossroadswrite

“No baby. You’re just predictable like that.”

“Am not.” He’s not pouting. He’s twenty-three and has a degree, he pays bills, he’s a grown man and a responsible werewolf, he does not pout.

“Ever since you caught that pretty scent the kids’ babysitter leaves behind you’ve been there like clockwork, Derrie. And don’t pout honey, it’s not attractive.”

“I’m not pouting,” he lies.

“Derek, sweetheart, that’s your pouting voice, don’t lie to your mother.”

Derek grumbles, “He smells like sunshine and pop tarts.” Like that’s an explanation for his behavior.

--OR--

In which no one is dead, the Hale ladies are all sorts of amazing, soulmates and werewolves are a thing and there are stupid boys with stupid crushes on each other.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Childhood best friends Harringrove losing their virginity to each other one sticky hot July night, the summer after their junior year. Whispered declarations of everlasting love as they lay tangled together in the sheets on Steve’s bed. Vowing to be each other’s one and only.

anon...you requested this back in September 2022 and it was at the very bottom of my drafts...I'm so sorry 😭 I'm not sure if you're still in the fandom or not but I finally finished your request!! light smut at the end!

-

He had expected it to be awkward. And, it kind of was, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like this - like what he’d been missing for so long as finally there, right where it was supposed to be.

Their lips had brushed for the first time at the age of 13 and 14, as a dare, at Tommy’s birthday party. And when Steve had pulled away, he saw this confused look in Billy’s blue eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. They’d been friends since the tender age of 6, when Steve had spotted a blond boy with curly hair standing alone at recess on the first day of kindergarten. They’d been inseparable ever since.

But once the girls and boys at the party had begun to giggle at them, they had laughed it off, Billy pushing at his shoulder like he always did, and Steve pushed that evening to the back of his mind, content to forget all about it.

Except, he couldn’t. Whenever he looked at Billy, his eyes went to his lips. Shaped so perfectly, pink like his mother’s azaleas, with a sharp cupid’s bow and plump bottom lip that drove Steve crazy. 

And as they grew, muscles filling out and limbs elongating, jaws becoming scratchy with stubble, Steve still found him beautiful. His eyes, so intense, even when they were staring off into the distance and disconnected from the moment. His hair, always curled and set to Billy’s specifications, smelled of hairspray and cigarettes and Steve loved it. The freckles that dotted Billy’s nose and cheeks made Steve’s knees weak, along with the ones on his shoulders - especially those ones. 

He spent so long admiring Billy and convincing himself that it was nothing, that he never noticed Billy doing it back. Looking when Steve wasn’t. Hooking up with girls that had brown hair and brown eyes. Grabbing Steve’s biceps during gym class and grinning at him knowingly, “You been lifting weights or something?” even though Billy knew they worked out together multiple times a week.

Perhaps it was just building up to this moment, at Steve’s 17th birthday party. His parents had fucked off to wherever they were that month and Billy had convinced him to throw a party, whispering in his ear all week at school.

“C’mon, dancing queen. You’re only seventeen once.”

‘Dancing queen’. As if Billy listened to ABBA. 

Obviously, he gave in. He told a few people, who told others, and those others told their friends, and now here Steve was, being helped upstairs to his room by Billy. A strong arm around his waist, both of them giggling drunkenly as they get into the room and Billy shoves him onto the bed with a grin.

“Sleep it off, Stevie,” he hummed, not even bothering to look away as Steve rolled onto his back and began to undress, always one to sleep in just his briefs when he was drunk.

“I’m—" a hiccup, “I’m gonna, okay? S’your fault for giving me so many shots...” He mumbled as he kicked off his jeans, feeling Billy help him when they got caught on his ankles. He managed to open his eyes - unsure of when he’d closed them - long enough to see Billy standing at the foot of his bed, a soft smile on the blond’s face. “You gonna sleep here?” He asked softly.

Billy had nodded, “Yeah. M’not tired, though.” There were still guests downstairs, after all. And Steve trusted his best friend to make sure everyone left or had a place to sleep before going to bed himself.

“‘Kay,” Steve whispered, “G’night.” 

“Night, Stevie.”

When Steve woke up the next morning, his brain feeling way too big for his skull, he found Billy next to him, asleep. And despite the hangover, Steve had sleepily blinked through the waves of nausea to admire Billy in the morning sun: messy hair, thick eyelashes casting a shadow fanning across his cheekbones, and his lips slightly parted with deep breaths. Clothes missing except his briefs, so comfortable and safe in Steve’s bed.

Steve’s heart had skipped a beat and he knew he was in love with Billy in that moment.

He’d always been a fool for love, but with Billy, it was different. It ran deep, something that felt like it was in his DNA, like he’d been made to love Billy Hargrove before he even knew it.

In the summer after their junior year, it all came to a head, when he kissed Billy in his backyard.

It was a hot July evening, and instead of melting in his room, Billy had shown up on Steve’s front door with a six pack of beer, a towel over his shoulder, and a familiar smile as he asked, “Wanna go for a dip?”

And who was Steve to deny him anything?

-

The sun is hot but at least the beer is cold, Steve thinks as he leans back on a recliner and sips at the lip of his can, watching Billy flop down in the recliner next to him, cracking his beer open with a happy hum. 

It’s easy, with Billy. They’re assholes to each other but it’s the way they work. Snide comments, mean smiles, soft looks, inside jokes. They talk and drink for the entire afternoon, finally taking a dip in the pool once their skin is hot to the touch, and even then they’re splashing each other because it’s a competition and Billy never backs down, keeps poking Steve until he gets a reaction.

Maybe that’s why Billy swims him into a corner, a smirk on his flushed face, water clinging to his eyelashes and soaked curls. Steve lets himself be cornered, a hand resting on the edge of the pool as he grins at his best friend, ready to splash the blond but Billy has this look in this eye then. Something a little intense, a little serious, and it makes Steve freeze. 

He sees the way Billy’s eyes flick down to his lips, for just a second, but it’s long enough that Steve notices. 

And, he freezes, for a moment. The tension is thick and Billy falters, that cocky expression slipping away to uncertainty for a moment, like he's realizing that he's made a mistake.

Steve hates it. Hates that Billy would think for even a second that he wouldn't want this.

So, he pushes off the wall a bit, until he's pressed up against his best friend and he's clumsily pressing his lips to Billy's for a second before pulling away, eyes wide.

Billy's eyes are equally as wide, his jaw dropping a little in surprise.

And because Steve is Steve, he breathes, "I'm sorry."

Which has Billy blinking in confusion, his brows furrowing for a moment before he huffs in exasperation and splashes Steve in the face again.

"What the fuck!" Steve coughs, feels the chlorine burning his nose and eyes as he wipes at them, and when he opens them Billy is climbing out of the pool, the wet muscles of his back flexing under the sun so perfectly that Steve is stunned into silence at the mere sight.

Billy stands and turns around, an expectant look on his pink face as he stares down at Steve, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He waits a moment before asking, rather impatiently, "Are you getting out or what?"

"Are you going to throw me back in when I do?" He asks cautiously, already swimming to the edge where Billy had just lifted himself out from.

"You're making me want to, the longer you stay in there," Billy mutters, watching Steve climb out of the pool and standing there just a few feet away.

They look at each other for another moment, unsure of what to do, because it's settling in that they kissed without a dare or an audience and it meant something.

"Do it again," Billy mutters suddenly, almost whispers.

And Steve doesn't need to be told twice.

He steps close, their chests nearly touching, leaning in to press another kiss to Billy's lips - when he feels a shove to his chest and he's indeed flailing backwards into the pool.

When he resurfaces, Billy's frowning down at him and all but hissing, "Why the fuck would you apologize?"

"I don't know!" Steve gasps with desperation, a hint of a whine in his voice as he swims back to the edge of the pool, pushing his wet hair back from his face and glaring up at Billy as he folds his arms over the edge of the tile, "I...I panicked, I guess."

"Yeah, no shit," Billy huffs, his mouth twitching, "C'mon. Get out."

Steve gives him a look, which makes the blond roll his eyes before taking a step back from the pool, a safe distance away from Steve as he climbs back out again.

And then Billy's charging at him again, and Steve tenses and squeezes his eyes shut, expecting to feel himself thrown back in the pool, but then there's only warm skin and strong arms around his shoulders, pressing him down into the earth, and then Billy's demanding mouth against his.

His mouth is wet, hot, sucking Steve's tongue inside with a soft sound. Steve's immediately wrapping his arms around Billy in return, pressing into his body, tilting his head as he lets Billy claim his mouth.

It's aggressive, a little rough, so Billy.

The blond pulls away, his lips so red now, his eyes so blue under heavy lids as he whispers in a tone Steve can't refuse, "Upstairs."

They track water inside, but no one's around to give them shit for it, and it's hard for Steve to care when Billy's pushing his shorts down, so beautifully naked and hard in Steve's bed.

He pushes his own shorts down and climbs onto his bed, crawling on top of Billy and letting his best friend pull him down, feeling a hand gripping the soft-firm muscle of his ass, encouraging him to rock his hips down.

"Billy," he breathes, slotting his thigh between the blond's, their lips meeting again in a kiss as they rock together, desperate and needing and wanting.

Billy moans into his mouth, the sound so low and rumbling, settling in Steve's chest where he never wants it to leave.

It's embarrassingly quick, their first time, with the sensation of their cocks sliding together so slick and hot, pushing each other over the edge with a gasp and hissed curse.

And under that gauze of bliss, where Steve feels like he's floating, he begins to talk.

"Want you forever," Steve murmurs, unable to stop the swell of affection in his chest as Billy begins to rock under him again, their bodies so intertwined he didn't know when he started and Billy ended.

"One and only," Billy whispers, his voice a little shaky, staring up at Steve with such raw vulnerability, "You."

"Don't want anyone but you, Billy," Steve smiles gently, leaning down and pressing sweet little kisses to Billy's warm cheek, again and again, and Billy accepts them without complaint.

In fact, he looks pleased, with his own soft smile and pinked cheeks.

He looks happy.

Glowing with it, maybe.

Steve wants to see him like this, forever.

"It's always been you, and always will be," he promises, gently bumping the tip of his nose against Billy's, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Gonna love you forever, whether you want it or not."

"I do, want it," Billy whispers, his voice cracking a little with emotion, his blue eyes so wet as he clings to Steve, "Promise?"

"I promise," Steve murmurs, kissing him again and again in his too-hot room, humming happily when Billy whispers his own promise against his lips.

[ut-regret]

God I'm such a slut for hurt/comfort. ESPECIALLY when the one comforting is a father-like figure with a generally guarded exterior who must tap into their rarely accessed emotional side because they feel obligated to the deeply traumatized child they just met. It gets me everytime! This series satisfies the hurt/comfort addicted daddy issue riddled demon in my soul like no other piece of media ever has.

...you have no idea how much your words just touched my soul..🤍

I'm happy to hear I am in some ways helping you face your issues throughout the journey of this story.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Please consider: touch-starved Sergei. The guy does NOT get enough hugs (he lives far away from his brother, the only guy in his family that he gets along with/isn’t a total abusive jerk) and he’s intimidating enough that a lot of people don’t get too close or friendly with him! Just imagine him getting in a relationship, and being unprepared for how good it feels to be cuddled to sleep. Having someone casually rub his back, play with his hair, put her arm around him while they’re watching a movie or just getting cozy by the fireplace (or hold his arm while they’re out and about!). He’s also not used to being adored either, like he straight up doesn’t know what to do when she takes his face in her hands and kisses it all over, or when she gazes at him like he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to her. All he can do is try to return that love, and keep her safe and protected, always. 💜

YESSS! he would melt if his girl played with his hair!!

i also think it would take him a while to accept the love. he would be very guarded, and not used to having to care for/be taken care of by another person. realistically, he would suck at being a boyfriend for the first week or two—and because most girls give up by then—he isn't used to the one that doesn't.

but he's a softie under all that frown and once he is comfortable, he is yours completely! once he learns how, you never doubt his love!

[babextoken]

omg would you be down to write nosferatu!sleep token? maybe nosferatu!iii who is really obssessed with the reader with smut and a bit of stalking? thank you so much, love youu🤍

Oh my god, 🤍anon, I lost my mind watching Nosferatu. I’m just going to yap about nosferstu!iii with little plot structure. Also, he’s just wacky maybe not a vampire. Maybe.

also, you know who else loves iii and bill skarsgard? @adenobabe :3 I got the most adorable voice note from her saying she was thinking about iii saying “you must bounce on it crazy style” after I told her about this

MDNI • v short, just for fun • slight dubcon, stalking but in that he shows up everywhere, afab reader, semi public sexual encounters

So, I imagine iii sees you across the room at a show or something and you look so out of place like a lost little lamb (meaning vulnerable and good enough to eat). He cozies up to you and pretends to be your boyfriend when he sees some douche hitting on you. Just walks up behind you, running his nose up your neck hissing “there you are…been looking everywhere for my girl.”

He doesn’t waste anytime and backs you into a dark little corner, his thigh between your legs and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You’re not even sure how you’ve gotten in this position. You’re like

“I-I I don’t even know you.”

And he whispers, “oh but you will, little dove.”

And that’s when you start seeing him everywhere. You stop for a coffee, he’s across the street. At the shops? He’s walking in the opposite direction down an aisle. Driving to work? You see him waiting at the cross walk while you’re at a stoplight. He’s become a presence that you expect. That you miss when you realize you never see him near your house or when you’re on a date.

Finally you decide to go back to where you first saw him—whatever you chose to wear is form fitting and seductive. Surely he’ll be there. He’s some kind of heat seeking missile for you. Being at that place alone scares you a little but you just know he’s there. And it makes turns you on so badly to know he’s just somewhere waiting to pounce. It doesn’t take long. He gently grabs you by the nape of your neck and whispers against the shell of your ear from behind.

“You never leave the house on a Thursday night, dove. What are you doing?”

“Looking for you.”

“Mmm,” he ghosts his lips up your neck and lightly bites your earlobe. “Prey trying to be the hunter? How precious.”

And you lean back against him, feeling his ragged breath and excitement pressed up on you. It’s so dark that no one notices or even cares if people are as close as you are. III pulls you back into the little corner where you rode his thigh the first time (yes I withheld that info from you, reader 😈) but this time he lifts your dress just a bit, tracing your panties as he stares into your eyes.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes…I…I know.” You choke out. Your eyes are rolling back but he’s barely touch you.

“Don’t go looking for me again. Best you stay put and wait for me. Impatient little, minx.” He leans into your personal space, kissing and biting at your neck while his fingers plunge between your folds.

You know better now. If you get impatient and disobedient, you get marked up with embarrassing little hickeys and maybe even a bright red mark on your ass. Yes…you know better than to listen and be a good girl. 🖤🎀

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

thinking abt dukexiety again so i am here to share one of my favorite silly headcanons :D

remus has throwing knives and has pretty good aim, which he uses for evil against virgil, who has shitty aim. specifically, he just throws pillows at virgil like. all the time from across the room and manages to hit him in the face almost every time. virgil will throw them back at remus and try to hit him in the face but that's a lot rarer. virgil will glare at remus, who just cackles and blows his boyfriend a kiss. virgil, secretly, thinks this is a very funny thing that they do, and remus, secretly, knows that virgil finds it funny, which is why he does it so often.

giving myself an anon sign off bc they are in my brain so much right now so i might come back and chat abt them —🤍 anon

Fucking Y E S Y E S Y E S I L O V E this!!! Ree throwing knives and never missing anything he throws is E V E R Y T H I N G to me so you've already sold me on that but I absolutely A D O R E that he's such a tease to Vee who puts all his strength and effort to get him back just to miss everytime XD

[mertylmylove]

Mabye it's just me ,But I personally feel like people only want Nasiens to be girl for fan service stuff....😬

Do you agree..?

The questions about nasiens keep on coming🙃,But anywho....,To be 100% honest, Honestly yes ,People will look at Nasiens a different if it happens ,And Persiens may be looked at in other way too ,If you get what I mean...😬😬

[zevrra]

(to that one anon who requested just the tip w/ jayce,,,,,,i owe you my life AAAAAA,,,,)

“You look so good,” Jayce groans against the curve of your neck. His large hands roam your body, groping every inch of you that he could touch as he hugs you from behind. You were dressed for one of his political parties he had asked you to accompany him too and here he was, feeling you up, going to make you both more than fashionably late. His fingers hook around the edge of your long dress, slowly teasing the fabric up inch by inch while his breath tickles the back of your neck. His teeth scrape across your skin as his fingers dance over your revealing thighs. “Need you baby…”

You bite back a moan, feeling every slow press, curl, and skim of his fingers along your skin. “Jayce,” You huff under your breath, finally reacting to his advances by moving your hands to grip around his wrists. “We’ll be late…can’t wait until after the party?”

“No.” Jayce responds firmly. Making it an obvious point to grind himself against you, letting you know just how hard he was. “Please. You look so good, just need a taste.” He adds with a soft chuckle. He follows up by placing a tender, hot kiss against your neck while his fingers slip right up against the curve of your cunt.

His fingers press once more against your center and you instinctively grip his forearms just a little tighter, as a gasp leaves your lips. “Jayce—“ You whine his name again but it practically falls on deaf ears while his fingers continue to flex and curl against your core.

“Already wet for me.” He mutters, teasingly, and you can feel him smiling against your neck. He lifts your dress up high, pulling it up to reveal your underwear to him. His favorite nonetheless too…since you had planned for this moment for the afterparty. Yet now it only riles him up further. “Here, hold up your dress for me.” He adds in a hushed whisper, too turned on to be reasoned with…and at this point, so are you.

You do as you’re told. Gripping the hem of your dress that he had hiked up, high enough for him to run a finger beneath the pretty panties you wear; where he quickly yanks them off to the side. You’re slightly bent in half, exactly where he positions you, as he grips one of your legs and lifts it off the ground just a little.

“Don’t want to ruin the pretty dress you got me.” You rasp, breathlessly, as Jayce presses a single finger inside of you. Curls said finger, draws it out, thrusts it back inside before adding a second. Pressing both fingers inside, flushed up onto his second knuckle, all to stretch you out. Damn him for being so good with his hands because it only takes a couple of seconds of his work to turn you into a mess. “Just the tip.” You bark out, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan just as you listen to Jayce undoing his pants.

“Just the tip.” Jayce agrees, removing his fingers and slowly replacing them with just the tip of his cock; as promised. He presses his head flush between your lips, gathering your slick and his own alike, lifting his hips just a little to slip the tip inside of you. A harsh groan leaves his lips but he controls himself, behaves so well, as he presses only the tip of his aching cock inside your wet cunt. “After the party though…you’re all mine.” Jayce states, promising to you that he would not be so gentle and obedient later…and just like that, your putty in his damn hands; the party long forgotten.

[dandysworldhcs]

i think if Finn and Teagan’s head liquid got switched it wouldn’t actually change anything, BUT Finn would totally try to convince everyone he’d gained Teagan’s personality, and Teagan would notice this and play along EXTREMELY well

new dandys world episode JUST dropped

[yandere-romanticaa]

What is your relationship status?? 🥰🤔😽

[hedwig221b]

This little scenario has been playing out in my head for a bit now and this is the closest I will get to writing again because I just don’t have the mind for it anymore so I wanted to share:

A not together for whatever reason Sterek at the same bar and stiles being bit on. Derek being his wonderful possessive self that we all love gets into a fight with the guy and ends up arrested for it. His bail is posted and he’s expecting to walk out to a lecture from Laura because she was his phone call but instead he walks out to find out that it was stiles who bailed him out and is waiting on him.

Stiles being like: I liked it... now do it again

[bigdumbbambieyes]

MUNVER THOUGHTS??? THOTS, EVEN???

YES!! Okay so Munver thots 👀

I am a believer that Jason doesn’t bottom at the beginning of his and Eddie’s relationship (bc religious trauma and such) but Eddie likes bottoming enough that one evening Jason’s like ‘hmm…maybe I’ll try that’ and so they agree that they’ll try it!!

And it kinda goes south a little in the beginning, like there’s too much lube and Eddie’s a little too nervous to be good at fingering his boyfriend (and the thought of being inside Jason has him on the edge already) but once they’ve warmed Jason up enough and he’s kinda desperate for it, it goes very well

Well enough that they begin to switch more and more, getting more comfortable with each other as time passes and their relationship deepens! And then Eddie’s playful nature kinda begins to slip into their bedroom

Like…Eddie likes to fuck with Jason, in and out of the bedroom, but in it, he’s begging Jason to let him cum in him, his voice so breathless and whiny and desperate, his mouth pressed to Jason’s ear as he fucks him from behind and pressing the blond into the bed

And Jason loses his mind a bit — because they never used condoms but they always pulled out, not willing to deal with a mess they can’t wipe up, but he’s curious as to how Eddie will feel inside him when he’s coming

So, while he’s pinned under his boyfriend on his mattress, panting into a pillow that smells like Eddie, he grips it in his fists and clenches around him, moaning a quiet ‘yes’ into the dark room

And he feels every twitch inside him, feels the warmth, feeling so dirty — like Eddie claimed him, he’s got a part of a Eddie inside him, and his boyfriend isn’t pulling out, he’s collapsed on top of Jason and is panting into his shoulder, pressing lazy kisses there

And Jason’s kinda obsessed after that, develops a breeding kink like no other, begging Eddie in a sweet, breathless voice to ‘please cum in me, wanna feel you, please fill me up, please’ and Eddie’s always weak to Jason’s breathless begging, always fulfilling his wish

And who knows, maybe Jason returns the favour sometime and realizes how much he likes claiming Eddie in return 👀