#bihh i did it

[mysecretattic0]

Can you do a Fontaine x reader fic that end with him saying “shit, Imma keep you”

YESS I CAN ML! Thank you for the request hun!💋 sorry it took so long. at first i wasn’t too sure if i should do a one night stand fic or one of slick charles girls reader type thing lmao or if you wanted smut but HERE U GO ML HOPE YOU ENJOY!!🫶🏽🫶🏽

fontaine x gn!reader

warning: 18+, piv smut, condom use (always wrap it up. be safe!).

"get it bihh!!" your best friend shouted over the music. 'bring it back' by travis porter bumped throughout the house. bass thumping through the floor, vibrating all the dancing bodies. the smell of weed filled the air. puffs of smoke making a slight fog. plastic red cup in your hand.

you were having fun. you had just gotten out of a relationship and needed to let loose. what other way to do that than: get out and party. you danced in a small circle with your friends. "ayee!! ayee!! ayee!!" you laughed, chugging the rest of your drink. the alcohol slightly burned your throat. you pushed through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen. you were in desperate need of a refill. you weaved your way through the maze of sweaty bodies. you unexpectedly bumped into someone. you looked up at the brick wall that you ran into.

"damn!" you exclaimed. he hadn't even budged from the impact. he just looked you over with a stone face. "excuse you!" you rolled your eyes, continuing on to the kitchen. there were few bodies lounging and chatting in the kitchen.

you made yourself another drink before heading back into the crowd with your friends. you found them in the same place they were. "what's wrong?" your friend asked seeing the look on your face. "nun just bumped into some guy." you replied jerking your head back. "don't worry about it. don't let that ruin your good time." your best friend persuaded.

"you're right!" you nodded, shaking it off. you continued drinking, dancing, and having fun with your friends.

you tried your best to ignore what happened but you got the strange feeling you were being watched. you looked around and didn't see anyone, so you brushed it off.

after a while that feeling came creeping back up your spine. you looked around once more. this time locking eyes with the brick wall you bumped into. he smoking a blunt and gazing at you with low eyes. he was sitting on the couch with what seemed to be his boys. he pulled his eyes away, passing the blunt. you turned back to your friends, greatly confused as to why he was eyeing you.

"yo he's staring at me!" i shouted to my best friend. "who?" they asked. "the guy i bumped into." i replied. they looked in the direction you turned your head. only to find him looking right back. you turned to your best friend.

"go talk to him." they said. "what?" you did a double take. your best friend had lost her mind. "are you crazy? he might be trying to kill me cus i bumped into him! he might just be that psycho." you told them. "or he might be just that interested. but, you won't know until you talk to him." you both kept stealing glances. you were considering what your friend told you, should you? maybe you should. what's the worst that could happen? he turns out to be a serial killer, that's what! with that look you wouldn't put it past him.

you decided, what the hell, yolo. you walked past the couch eyeing him. you walked down the hall. when you got to the stairs, you noticed he was following. you kept going, entering an empty room and confidently leaving the door open for him. you sat on the edge of the bed that resided in the middle of the furthest wall. you brought your cup to your soft plump lips. sipping the cool alcohol mixed with juice.

when you looked up there he was, leaning on the door frame. "i see you have a habit of staring." you said tilting your head slightly. "like what i see." his deep voice replied honestly. "your distance is tellin' me otherwise." he scoffed, chuckling slightly at your comment.

he pushed off the wall and stepped into the room. he closed the door and slowly walked over to the bed. he flopped down beside you, leaning back on one of his elbows. "what's your name?" you asked, sparking conversation. "fontaine. you?" he replied. "that's different, i like it. i'm yn." you nodded. "preciate it." he said. "you real quiet. wassup with you?" you questioned. "i like to listen. i'm tryna fuck wit' you." he said honestly.

"ohh, i see." you smirked, nodding your head. "while that's flattering enough, i just got outta of something and i'm not looking for a relationship right now." you told him. "good. i'm not either." he released a breathy laugh.

"so you want a one night stand?" you chuckled. "sum like dat." he smiled. the gold in his mouth gleamed. it was sexy, you can't lie. he licked his lips causing you to bring your eyes back to his.

"i don't usually do one night stands." you shook your head. “i understand. but it’s a first time for everything.” he said. “you right.” you nodded. he was right. maybe your were just nervous. rightfully so, i mean y’all are strangers. “but i still don’t know ‘bout all this.” he noticed your hesitation and tried his best to make me more comfortable. “i can give you some assistance but if you still not feeling it we can call it quits. ain’t no pressure.” he reassured. he looked so damn fine. giving you those eyes with his lip pulled between his teeth. “i’m cool with that.” you agreed. i mean at least neither of you were looking for a relationship.

sex with no strings attached? sounds good to me. you bit your lip nervously contemplating. oh what the hell, fuck it. you chugged your drink and could hear him chuckling at you. you sat your cup down and turned to see him shaking his head. “what? i need motivation, hear? this is new to me.” you joked. you laughed with him, glad you both could make light of the situation.

“i got sum that’ll help you relax.” he went into his pocket and pulled a blunt out. “c’mere.” he gently grabbed your hand. he guided you to rise from the bed and step in front of him, patting his lap. you slowly climbed into his lap getting comfortable. “you smoke?” he asked looking in your eyes. “sometimes but not often.” you replied honestly. “das’ coo. we can start off slow, i got you.” he lit the blunt and put it between his plump lips.

“say ah.. when i exhale, you inhale. slowly.” he demanded. that deep voice sent chills up your spine and you slowly lowered your jaw. when you nodded, he inhaled, never breaking eye contact. his gaze caused your body temperature to slightly increase. he slid his hand to the nape of your neck drawing you in closer. your faces were inches apart. he tilted his head before releasing his smoke into your mouth for you to inhale. you slowly lifted your head to exhale the smoke. “so, i take it this isn’t your first rodeo.” you said curiously as you looked back down at the fine man beneath you. “nah..” he shook his head, wrapping his lips snug around the blunt taking a hit. he drew you in repeating the same cycle.

“so do you have anything i need to be concerned about?” you asked only half joking. “hell nah. i take dat shit seriously.” he replied. “good. me either but we still need a condom.” you told him. “no doubt. i got you.” he chuckled. you ached to feel him under your fingertips. “can i touch you?” you asked with shy smile.

“yea baby, go ‘head.” he pulled his sweater over his head revealing his black tee. his short sleeves fit snug around his large biceps. his pecks slightly protruding against the fabric. he slowly laid back as you brushed your hands up his arms, over his big broad shoulders, rubbing down his chest. you felt the dips, curves, and ridges of his strong, firm build.

touching him made you feel warm. you took the blunt from his fingertips. you gazed into his eyes as you took a pull from the hallucinogen. you hold then exhale with relaxation. you started to feel light as the fog of smoke filled the dimly lit room.

your senses began to heighten. the mumble of the loud music could be heard. you could hear victoria singing ‘moment’. the smell of weed mixed with the faint scent of his fragrance filled your nose. you could feel his heat radiating onto yours. you felt his large warm hands caressing your thighs as the smoke filled your mouth.

you watched him adore your body leaving tingling sensations in their wake. his hands ran over your hips, causing your breath to hitch as his skin came in contact with yours. you arch taking a deep breath. you took another pull before passing it back to fontaine. you slowly began to grind on him as you slid out of your the fabric covering your top half. as he inhaled, a red hue briefly illuminated his features. he caressed your body making you hotter. your chest rose and fell steadily. you leaned over him, pressing one hand against the soft duvet below your knees. pulling his lip down, he opened his mouth letting the smoke escape. you inhale while caressing his beard. you had definitely loosened up from any convictions your mind casted over you.

he hummed a groan, placing firm hands on your waist. he guided your movements on top of his clothed bottom half. you slightly let your head fall back rubbing along his chest. the blunt had turned roach. he sat up throwing the dead blunt into your empty cup. he wrapped an arm around your waist and turned your bodies over. he hovered over you. his beautiful half lidded eyes traveling between your eyes and lips.

you placed your hands on either side of his face. he leaned down, your lips mere inches in distance. you leaned up closing the space between you. he ground into your heat causing your mouth to gape and a moan escape. he took that as an opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth. another moan slipping from your mouth into his.

your tongues glided against one another as he caressed your exposed skin. he pulled back making you whine from the lost warmth. he stood at his full height. he smirked admiring your half naked body. he slid off your shoes and any clothing that remained. you bit your lip gliding your hands over any inch of your beautiful body you could. you played with yourself as he pulled his black tee over his head before discarding it to the pile of clothes ridden on the hardwood floor. ‘my gawd’ you thought. this man was so sexy. you wouldn’t know that he was stacked like this until he removed his baggy attire.

he removed his sneakers and sweats. his thick brown thighs looked good enough to bite.

a condom rested in the band of his black briefs. he grabbed it and put it between his teeth. he pulled his briefs down letting his thick cock spring up hitting his stomach.

your eyes widened slightly. “don’t be scared baby. i’ll be gentle. i told you i got you.” he grinned slyly. you nodded as he ripped the condom open and blew the wrapper from his mouth.

he leaned over you once more. he circled your sensitive area. “ahh.” you hissed. “dat feel good, baby?” he cooed in your ear.

“yes, so good.” you breathed heavily as you let the music fade. “if you don’t like sum you let me know. aight?” he said. you just hummed, nodding your head vigorously, your foggy brain rendering you speechless. you squealed when he bit your spot on your neck. “i need words.” his deep raspy voice demanded, grinning. “yes!” you breathed, slightly chuckling. “good.” he praised. “you ready f’me baby?” he whispered. “yes. i wanna feel you.” you mewled. he brought his erection to your entrance. he slowly pushed in making you both hissed at the feeling. “fuck.” he buried his head in your neck. you caressed his muscle ridden back with one hand and the other found his locs. his wool felt so good under your sensitive skin.

“goddamn, you squeezin’ the fuck outta me, baby.” he groaned as he pushed in further. “you feel so good.” your mouth agape letting moans escape. you felt like he would never bottom out. “fuck you’re so big!” you groaned when finally bottomed out. “shit..” he gritted, fisting the sheets next to your head. you tapped his lower back urging him to move. you gasp as he pulls out halfway. he slammed back into you, taking your breath away. all thoughts left your mind.

he repeated his motions. pushing in and out of your walls. touching the deepest parts of you that not even you could reach. “oh fuck! taine..” you moaned uncontrollably as his hips rolled into yours.

“you like dat shit don’t you?” he hummed a moan. “yesss.. yess.” you whined. his thrust increased in pace. “taine! t-taine!” you arched into him. “what’s da matter baby?” he asked in a mocking tone. “feel so good!” you moaned loudly. chest heaving against his. “yea?” he reached down circling you sensitive heat once more. “ouu shhhit! taine, i’m so close. don’t stop. p-please.” you pleaded, scratching at his back. “fuck! i know, baby. i know. i feel you.” he moaned in your ear sending shivers to rocket down your spine through your core. “ohmygawd.” you released a high pitched moan. “i’m gonna cum.” you moaned as he sped up his pace. you started to feel weightless and numb as your muscles tensed. “let it out f’me baby.” as if on command you released onto him. your eyes rolled back and your hips jerked uncontrollably as your orgasm crashed over you. “shit!” he drew out a groan as he continued his thrusting while you pulsed around him.

he grunted as his hips staggered. you became slightly overstimulated until his hips flushed against yours once more. he stiffened as he came inside the condom. letting all his pleasure ring in your ear like a song you could never get sick of. you both caught your breath. “damn, it’s been a while since i felt like that.” you chuckled breathlessly. he laughed shaking his head before placing a soft kiss on your neck. your body relaxed as he pulled back. you whimpered at the loss of contact and fullness. as you slowly came down you started to regain feeling in your body.

“turn over.” he demanded. your eyes shot to his seeing the evil smirk plastered on his pretty face . “huh?” you asked as your eyebrows knit. “you heard me i ain’t stutter. i need one mo’ baby.” he rubbed your exhausted thighs. you whined but nonetheless you did what he said. you got on your elbows and knees waiting for his next move.

he ran his large hands over your back and slowly entered your once more sighing at your tight warmth. he hissed as he pulled out and began thrusting.

you moaned from the bliss of being full once again. your eyes rolled back as he picked up his pace. though you love being up close and passionate in missionary, you loved being fucked doggystyle. it was something so filthy and sexy about doggy that was so intriguing to you.

you started to pushing back against him. “oh shit. fuck dat dick den, baby.” he removed his hands letting you take over. “throw dat shit back.” you could hear the smirk in his voice as you began to sweat. “you like dat shit don’t you?” he asked when he heard the noise you made at the sound of his voice. “you like when i tell you what to do huh?” he asked leaning over to your ear. “mmhm.” you bit your lip as your eyebrows knit and your eyes fluttered shut. you suddenly felt a slap on your ass making you squeal and whine. “i asked you a fuckin’ question.” he firmly pressed down on your back stopping your movements. “yess. yes! i love it!” you moaned loudly as he started drilling into you. “you gon’ gimme dat nut, huh? you gon’ come f’me baby, talk to me.” how did this nigga even expect you to respond to anything when he was fucking you silly.

“yesyesyes.” you heaved as you felt another orgasm building. “fuuuck! you feel so fuckin’ good.” he grunted as his eyes rolled. “t-ainee!-” you settled for a groan as your words came out broken because of his hard thrusts. “what baby?” he lifted your chin making you arch further. you couldn’t speak so you just cried out. “i got you baby.” he moans in your ear when you reach back touching his abdomen. he took your wrist locking it behind your back. the sound of his hips against yours echoed throughout the room. “ohhfuckk.” he growled through his teeth when you started squeezing around his cock.

he put pressure around your throat pushing you closer to the edge. he released your wrist and laced his clammy hand with yours. “i’m c-cumming!” you forced out. the knot in your lower stomach snapped. “cum on dat dick baby. let em hear you.” he coaxed. you scream as you explode all over him and the cover below you. relaxing as his grip on your hand tightened. he gently let you lay your head down when he felt you slump against his hold. a tear escaped your eye as he kept up his pace overstimulating you. you squeezed him tight making his hips stutter. “i’m finna bust. i’m- fffuck!” he twitched inside you whimpering slightly. he grunted as his hips stilled. his jaw went slack releasing all his pleasure filled sexy sounds as he exploded in the condom once again.

he pulled out, removing and tying the condom. you let your body collapse. when you came back to reality, you suddenly heard ‘japenese denim’ by daniel playing faintly. taine picked you up and removed the wet covers and laid you back down. “where you going?” you whined when you saw him pulling his pants and shirt on. “ima find sum to clean you up wit’. ian going nowhere baby.” he smirked knowing you didn’t want him to leave.

he came back with a hot towel and a hand towel. it had cooled a little and it was gradually becoming warm as he wiped you down. he gently cleaned your thighs. your hips jerked slightly when he cleaned your sensitive middle. “relax baby, i got you.” he soothed grabbing the hand towel. he wiped your forehead, neck, and chest of sweat. he folded it wiping his head and the back of his neck.

after cleaning you up he helped you re-dress. he laid down and you cuddled into his side. you could feel his tense muscles relax as he sighed, sinking into the bed. “shit. ima keep you.” he smiled, pulling you closer making you chuckle. “after that, i don’t think i’d mind.” you laugh caressing his beard and listening to the beating of his heart.

[slutforgluttony]

Did you ask your friends to buy your drinks cos they invited you out? Ahh bihh

Obviously, I'm a broke bitch 💀 I haven't been doing shit for myself so I only been able to go out and enjoy myself if others offer to pay... like the two concerts I went to recently, and another coming up.. my friends bought me tickets to go with them bc my friends love me and I have a good support system I haven't had in long time 🖤🩷 depsite life being shitty all the time, I've come a long ways from where I used to be and I'm proud of myself.. at least I got real homies now

[v-lk]

Get to know me!

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Nickname: Deen

Gender: nah

Zodiac: virgo

Height: 163 cm

Age: 19 atm

Time: night

fav band/solo artists: this ganna be random - Paramore, adele, troye sivan, foster the people, aizat amdan, yuna, 5sos, james blunt, owlcity, bastille, marina and the diamonds,lorde, taylor swift, niall horan, one direction, harry styles, lauv, post malone, shawn mendes (esp his latest album, im living) hozier, fall out boy, bon iver, eden, birdy, dodie, sia, khalid, bazi, dua lipa, mayday parade, all time low, pvris,hayley kiyoko, james young, midnight fusic (learn to love em) ruth b, panic! at the disco ..... i’ve got a shit ton honey i cant keep track.

Song stuck in my head: bloom- troye sivan, youngblood - 5sos

Last movie I saw: the boss (the one mccarthy starred lmao)

Last thing I googled: netflix

Other blogs:fandom blog - p-mnia (peek at ur own discretion)

Do I get asks: nahpe

Why I chose this username: no reason. i just tried out some few combination of alphabets that i like and voila. ppl might think i got the inspiration from valak the conjuring? that may be so, but i’d like to think it meant a valkyrie, (esp watching god of war 4 i appreciate it more)

Following: 783 

Average amount of sleep: on weekdays, 4-5 at night a few hours afternoon. on weekends, i mgiht as well sleep 20 hours a day

What I’m wearing: a batik pants and a sleeveless shirt

Dream Job: cybercafe + flowershop + bookstore owner (a 3in1 thing cuz)

Dream Trip: greenland

Favorite Food: i love me some cheesecake, anything matcha related, and pulut ikan masin + kelapa (what is the english again, glutton rice? salted fish and coconut sprinkle or sth honestly i dunno)

Play(ed) sports: karate (loved it and suck at it ) netball, volleyball (hated these but it was fine and i also suck at em too)

Hair Color: dark brown

Eye Color: mahogany lmao

Most Iconic Song: pumped up kicks - foster the people 

Languages you speak/are learning: speak malay, occasionally english, learned a lil japanese and korean from anime and dramas, learned arabic for a decade but i didnt remember shit now lmao

Random fact : got nicknamed donut cuz i didnt particualrly like it, and gorilla cuz my bad temper

Describe yourself as aesthetics: spilled and stained coffee on papers, storm and thunderclaps at night, wilted bouquet of flowers, paper cuts, unmade bed, abandoned theme park, scattered paper and books on the floor, broken spectacles, the smell of spices and wood, whales and narwhals. i dunno i dont have any fitting aesthetic, im basically trash.

Tagging: @junglefish95 @ns-shizaya @springfield-s @myblogmyrulesmymess @mako-chaaan  @thatweirdkido @bluee-cactus @lullabybys @p-sychotique and whoever wants to join in, tag me again if you do it too. 

[allpromarlo]

remember when tristan "serial cheater" thompson got traded to atlanta and everyone thought khloe wasn't gonna catch a break with him there but then the hawks were like hell nah and sent his ass to sacramento

[grapecaseschoices]

.... did Swan just roll an unconscious student out of her room and just leave her -- where? In her hallway?

[appleboxx]

For some reason I’m so proud of this.

Also I’m impatient and I don’t like waiting for winter so :P

[mypartoftown]

Just remembered I told someone to gtfo out of my house for not liking shake it off

[elisty]

i’m going to be honest here, as much as i find my candy love - campus life cool there’s a really high chance i won’t play it if there’s not nath/lys/armin/kentin. sure, hard decisions had to be made and one of them might’ve been just dropping those 4 boys, but seriously? some of us have been going for those boys for literal years and now we’re supposed to switch lanes since the boys didn’t make it to the sequel??? cool there’s new dateable characters (girls!!!) but what the fuck what if all i wanted was to have the choice to break up with the bf if it was time for them to part ways and now i don’t have that choice

[gazelessstare]

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[zodiyack]

A One-Of-A-Kind Gangster

Requested by @fandom-puff: Hey! May I request something sweet with alfie Solomons x pregnant!reader where hormones are an absolute bihh and he’s fretting about every little symptom, asking Ollie for advice and being ever so worrisome for a big intimidating gangster? It’s okay if not don’t worry 💖💖💖 big love 💗💗

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x pregnant!Female!reader

Warnings: pregnancy- if that’s a warning, swearing, Alfie already having that parental Stress™, my sad attempt at writing his accent

Words: 933

Summary: (see request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @marquelapage, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @psychkunox, @stuckysslag​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

"Ollie?” Alfie’s gaze didn’t lift from the papers sprawled on his desk. Names upon names written down, some crossed off, some with question marks beside them. Nonetheless, it was obvious Alfie was undergoing a great amount of stress.

“Yes sir?” Ollie answered with a soft yet still shaky tone. Alfie made all of his workers nervous, even his right hand, but his fear of the big man wouldn’t stop him from doing his job. “What are the names for?”

“The wife’s pregnant, and kids don’t just name ‘emselves.” He chuckled, the noise contagious enough to lift Ollie’s shoulders with laughter. “But that’s only a little of what I need your advice on, son.”

“What can I help you with?”

“Well... Like I said, m’wife ‘as been bakin’ somethin’ of ‘er own and... ’m a little er...” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “scared.”

“You’re...scared?”

“Oi! Don’t tell the ‘hole bloody world! The fuck is wrong with ya?”

Ollie flinched. “Sorry-”

Immediately, upon seeing the young man’s reaction, Alfie felt guilt tear at him. It wasn’t a usual reaction one could draw from Solomons. “Sorry, Ollie. That’s... Didn’t mean t’yell at ya. Just been stressed, ya know? Hate to see the missus in pain... she’s clingy as hell, which I don’t mind, but she’s so sad when I ‘ave to leave.”

He didn’t wait for Ollie to respond, continuing to rant about the emotions coursing through him. “What if ‘m not a good enough dad? Or what if she leaves me? Ollie, I know you’re not a dad, but I figured you’d be the best person to ask for help. My right hand man! What if the baby doesn’t like me though? What if...” Alfie kept Ollie in his office for a good hour or two, simply fretting the worst and coming up with impossible situations each time Ollie tried to reassure him.

By the end of the day, he’d made himself far more tense than when he’d originally entered the bakery. His wife could see the weight as though it visibly weighed him down. He was Atlas and his burden of stress was bringing him to the ground. She ran up to him before he could move away from the front door, concern covering her face.

“Alfie! What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothin’ love, ‘m alright.” He chuckled softly, cupping his wife’s cheek with his soft palm.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“’m not. I know better than to lie to Y/n Solomons.”

Her expression untensed slightly, a warm smile replacing the frown. "You know you can tell me anything, right Alfie?”

“I know.”

Y/n took his hand and led him to the living area, a fire alit and tea on the table beside the chair she had been sitting on. She pushed him into said chair and walked around, ignoring his confused grabs and reaches for her, then grabbing his shoulders. Alfie chuckled again, shaking his head.

“I believe you’re the one who’s supposed t’be in the chair?”

“Not as of this moment, Mr. Solomons.” Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, just rough enough to be relaxing. Alfie tried his hardest to fight the urge to give into the massage, but he lost, leaning back into her touch and closing his eyes as a throaty groan emitted from deep within him. “That’s it. Just relax, okay?”

“Alright.”

Not even a minute later, Y/n’s brows had furrowed once more. “Jesus, Alfie! You’re tenser than...well, everything!”

“‘m sorry, love, I dunno what ‘appened!”

“Stress happened, Alfie. Stress. But my question is, what stressed you out enough to make you this fucking tense?”

“It’s noth-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit again, Alfie. I want to help you, and in order to do that, I need to know the truth.” She walked around the chair and knelt before him, grabbing his hands and looking into his eyes with a pleading look. “When I married you, I vowed to be by your side. Through sickness and health, until death do us part.”

“It’s not that important, love.”

“Don’t say that. Everything you go through his important to me, just as everything I go through is important to you. You can’t just take on all of the families problems by yourself, Alf...”

He sighed, lowering his head as though he were ashamed of his reasoning. In truth, he was ashamed that he couldn’t be the tough man his wife needed, that he couldn’t be the “scary big bad Alfie Solomons” the world knew. He was ashamed that-

“‘m going soft.” Y/n froze, blinking after a few seconds before bursting into laughter. “It’s not fuckin’ funny!”

“Alfie, it kind of is.” She giggled.

“How fuckin’ so?!”

Y/n regained her composure after a few more breaths, looking Alfie in the eyes again and cupping his jaw like he did her cheek a mere few minutes ago. “Either way, I love you and that will never change.” Her other hand met the other side of his face, the love in her eyes hard to miss as she rubbed his cheeks with her thumbs, his stubble tickling her palms. “Soft or not soft, you’re still my Alfie. You’re still this little monster’s father.”

He lowered his head a bit, “You deserve a strong man, love...”

“And I have a strong man. I need not anyone else.”

“But-”

Y/n interrupted Alfie with a kiss, one he reveled in as his eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t pull away completely, mumbling against his lips with a smile. “Why would I, when I have my one-of-a-kind gangster? Rough to the touch, but soft at heart.”

[heclingmuzik]

@vaspathos​

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Text to: Itadori Yuuji

Text from: Ismael Onai

OI bihh!

Meet me at the back of Sleepies!

AND DON’T BE LATE BRUH I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE >/

It looks like Ismael didn’t even check to see who she sent this text to. She’s already waiting at the designated area. Arms are folded over her chest, annoyed look evident on her face. Whoever she meant to text....well, it might be a good thing she won’t be seeing them. 

....

Ismael is confused to see a pink haired boy approaching behind Sleepies. “Did he really just send someone else to cover his butt?” 

[coldercreation]

Nooo why did you delete the “how are you?” ask? Your replies are always so honest, and I appreciate you sharing<3

Oh mannn it's a bit silly but anxiety's been kicking my ass so hard lately that I ended up privating some stuff for a bit. D':

Just trying to manage the anxiety in the different areas of my life, so I'm hoping doing this will allow my mean bihh braincell some room to chill. I'll most likely have them public again later, but for now I guess my angst demanded invisibility... Yeah, I don't even know loll

Thank you so much though, I'm really glad those posts have been something worthwhile to read even though they might make me want to shrivel up in embarrassment at times hahah! xx

[dreamer-rena-artz]

🧡🌺Summer Wedding🌺🧡 Here’s a collab with my lovely bihh @angelinaavramov 💖 She did the beautiful lineart and I colored it. I loved working on Clara and Dekim, I hope you like it 💕 Ofc the update template I used is from none other than @savenkey

Dekim belongs to  ©  @angelinaavramov Clara belongs to me © @dreamer-rena-artz My Insta is dreamer.rena My Twitter is dreamer_rena

[allpromarlo]

they sentenced ole girl to HOW MANY years?

[samwrights]

Literally so happy I found your blog 😭😍 you’re such an eloquent writer and you seem so chill!! Love your content and your personality 🤍🤍🤍 If you still have the time, can you write more poly stuff? 😗😗😗 preferably with Kuroo and Bokuto after the same girl.. I just imagine them as besties in their respective careers in their 20s, in their sexual prime(slight fuckboys lol), and then BAM. Reader who’s a bad bihh comes in and effs up their life and they now have to share 🤤🤤🤤

oh my gosh this ask has all of my favorite things in one omfg i’M SCREAMING. eloquent though, at the moment, makes me chuckle because I’ve wrote the word COCK like a hundred times today. Not that I’m complaining 😏

I am ALWAYS down for more threesomes/poly requests! Especially with these two clowns, oof lemme at em.

Surprisingly, this one is NOT nsfw. This ones more on the sweet side, if there is a sweet side to fuck boys?

It was such a cliche—two roommates just hanging out at the bar looking for a target for the evening. Not that it bothered either of them, really, but considering they frequented this place so much, Bokuto and Kuroo have nearly fucked everyone in this goddamn bar.

Shit was getting old.

Sure, old hookups came and said hi, trying to hopefully get lucky for the evening, but they were both just looking for something fresh. Maybe they had come too early, Kuroo wonders, only seeing a few faces he didn’t recognize. “Need another?” An unfamiliar voice causes the former Nekoma captain to direct his attention towards the bartender standing before the two of them.

Fresh blood, he notes, as you put your weight on your palms that are resting on the bar top.

“Never seen you here before!” Bokuto chirps brightly first, dazzling smile and all as he pushes his empty beer bottle towards her before making a side-eyed glance. His telepathic link to his best friend beside him tells him one thing—he’s gonna go for her.

“I’m actually the morning bartender. I’m just filling in for someone.” Your tone is thoughtful as you grab another local craft bottle for the silver haired man that spoke. Reaching for the bottle opener secured to your forearm with a wristband, you snap the cap off. “Name’s [name], nice to meet ya.”

“Bokuto Koutarou.” The silver haired one replies before taking a swig off the IPA.

“Kuroo Tetsurou.” Comes from the messy, raven haired man beside him. “And I’ll take a round of shots—walker, blue label.” Ritzy, you muse. They must have been celebrating something. You grab two shot glasses before reaching for the top shelf for the bottle of Johnny Walker. “A round, sweetheart. One for you too.”

“I like you guys already.” You joke, grabbing one more glass and pouring shots for the three of you. “Cheers!” The men before you hold their own respective glasses, clinking them to each other as they touched and downing the whisky.

“To the start of a beautiful friendship.” Kuroo declares as he sets his glass down on the makeshift granite.

A beautiful friendship indeed.

Being around Kuroo and Bokuto was so easy. Especially after six months of casual hangouts. They were fun and lively, a little dorky in their own ways, but you often found yourself in their company in your free time. Sometimes, you’d just hang out with them in their apartment playing video games and watching movies. Other nights, the three of you would venture out to either end up at some sort of club or karaoke bar together. You fit right in with them when you learned they were often on the prowl for the best hookup because you were in dire need of the same.

Tonight was a night the three of you were out at a club—the music overtaking your own heartbeat as you’re sandwiched between your two friends and your inhibitions left at the door. Unbeknownst to you, the two of them are toying with their psychic connection once again, silently asking the other if they today was going to be the day.

The current remix ends, a mute signal for Kuroo to flee to grab the three of you your next around of drinks. Meanwhile, Bokuto takes the opportunity to anchor his hands on your hips, grinding your ass against his pelvis while his lips graze your sensitive neck. His tongue grazes along the shell of your ear and you can hear the way his breath is thick with lust, even as Kuroo returns.

Shame floods your body because there’s no reason your friend should ever see his roommate holding you the way he is. But rather than any reaction at all, he hands Bokuto his own beverage. Over the music, you can hear Kuroo as he leans in towards the both of you. “You gonna share, or what?” Bokuto only grins before allowing his teeth to graze along your pulse in your neck before handing you off to Kuroo as if you were some toy. “Have you figured it out, princess?”

What the fuck?

Your eyes snap towards the raven-haired man who has one set of fingers digging into your bare midriff while his hazel eyes fuse with a darker hue. He can see the confusion in your face, even more so when you look at Bokuto who’s only grinning like an idiot. “Come on, man we should tell her.” Though his voice is thoughtful, even over the resonating thrum of the bass in the club, you can hear Bokuto clear as day.

“Tell me what?”

“We want to fuck you.” Kuroo’s voice is so cocky, it’s almost a little neauseating. If nauseating were synonymous with ‘domineeringly attractive’, then yes, definitely nauseating.

“I mean, we kinda want more than that,” Bokuto adds sheepishly.

“I don’t feel like this is the place to talk about all this, man.” Your mind is in a whirldwind and you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact that your two friends you’d met half a year ago are proposing...something? What the fuck was happening? Kuroo slams the rest of his beer, encouraging the both of you to chug as well. Following suit, you’re tugged along towards the exit until the pounding music is a faint murmur in the background.

“This is a joke, right? There’s no way—“

“We’re dead serious,” Kuroo interrupts, “we’ve been arguing for months over who gets to hook up with you and we never reached an agreement so we settled with just offering both of us.”

“Did you maybe think to fucking ask me?” You snarl, yet both of them out a huff of air that’s a cross between a laugh and a scoff.

“Would you really deny either of us?” Kuroo asks seriously.

“Let alone both of us?” The finishing each other’s sentences business was a little off putting. But they were right. Being with them was so natural, so easy—there was no way you would ever willingly ditch these fragments of friendship. And you would be lying to yourself if you said you had never entertained the thought.

“Just this once.” You mumble out.

That was three years ago. Three years ago this very day that you, Kuroo, and Bokuto slept together for the first time, inadvertently consummating your three-way relationship. And now, the three of you lay in the massive bed you all shared, completely bare with only a three blanket covering you while Bokuto basked in being embraced from both sides.

Yes, Bokuto has to be in the middle.

“Happy anniversary, guys!” Your little sunshine of an owl chirps, wrapping his brawny arms over both you and Kuroo.

“How the hell did you guys trick me into this?” You mumble out bitterly, albeit jokingly, as your nude body slips out of bed to get dressed and make up breakfast.

“Aw, come on babe. You love us.”

“Pfft, right.” You stick out your tongue towards Kuroo who was grinning slyly at you. “I’m breaking up with both of you right now.”

“You really wanna play coy this morning, kitten? You know what happens when you tease us.”

“Remind me, Tetsurou.”

The flirty drip that leaves your lips prompts the boys to chase you around the apartment before you can get dress. Needless to say, they manage to catch you with ease, laughing as they did so before showering your body with bruises and love bites like they so often did.

What a beautiful friendship indeed.

[catfish-and-the]

*tris 2 listen 2 music to drown out my sadness* *fails to do so*