#don’t deny it 😛

[myfriendgoo94]

❤️🖤❤️

[midnite-c6]

imagine being the more timid type player who would rather stay by themselves unless it’s a team game and Thanos and Namgyu instantly taking notice in you.

in the six legged pentathlon, you are immediately on their team you don’t even get a choice, they would make sure you are right in between them during that game

thanos & nam-gyu imagine!!

vro they would be so INSUFFERABLE

u being in the middle so theyre all up in u when its ur turn to play

zorry guys but i believe theyre so touchy for u I SWEAR

"baby, , you did so good on our team.. don't be shy, wanna come with us?" thanos says in the dark, during lights out, placing his big tatooed hand against yours, lightly tugging on them. "me and my bro here just wants to reward you, yeah?" nam-gyu says, you could still see the white of his eyes, or his sly grin that was showing his teeth in the dark. you're nervous af because you know these two dudes were the first ones to start conflict in the dorms anyway

"come on you seem so quiet," nam-gyu mocks as he touches your cheek. you can't help but let them since you're too scared to defend yourself. "dude, it's always the quiet ones who are the freakiest" thanos whispers into nam-gyu's ear, they both chuckle. "let's test it out, man!"

😛 nsfw warning!->

thanos sloppily thrusts in and out of your crying cunt. your pussy coated in your cum, mixed together with thanos' and nam-gyu's. "fuck, señorita." he mumbled as he peppered your face with kisses, nam-gyu's middle and pointer finger flicking your clit, his other hand sliding in and out of his dick. "come on, it's your turn, dude!" thanos slides out from your cunt, nam-gyu slides inside with a grunt, your cheeks were tear-stained and you can't help but moan despite the situation. "this whore's cunt is crazy wet, you're enjoying it just as much huh?" nam-gyu chuckled, you whine as a response, the man inside you grunted as he fully slid in, balls deep. "fuck bro, this bitch is just as good as getting high." thanos chuckled at his comment, "just as good? she's better ma' boy!" the purple-haired addict exclaims, his hand wrapping your chin, forcing your mouth, that was screaming in pleasure and pain, open. "jeez, you're so loud now, what happened to that shy girl just a few minutes ago?" well... you couldn't help it, and it wasn't like you could say no anyway, afterall, who knows what would happen if you denied their requests. your life's probably on the line.

[angelsforthenight]

nsfw drabble; subby top!sevika (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

saw this tweet saying that sevika would be the type of person to cum just from eating you out and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since. the way wanton moans would spill from her mouth, coming out muffled from the way she’s sloppily making out with your pussy, strategising from swirling her tongue around your needy, puffy clit to shamelessly fucking you with her tongue, or lapping up long, greedy strokes. she’d ignore the way her own cunt would ache intensely, because she’s already receiving pleasure from the way you’re squirming on her tongue — so pliant and impotent. she relishes in the way your words slew into a heap of incoherent babbles, the way your walls flutter indicating you’re nearing release. and that’d be when sevika would grow more hazy herself: doubling down and quickening her pace, seeking out stimulation as if she feels the pleasure herself. you’d hear her pathetic whimpering, the way her hips would mindlessly thrust on the sheets. with a blissful cry, you’d cum; gripping her hair tightly and then it’s her cue — sevika gasping as she feels an intense jolt of pleasure, orgasming and ruining her underwear, poor girl. surprise would be written across both you and sev’s faces, both trembling from aftershocks.

“no way you just—“

“no, shut up, that didn’t happen.” she immediately says, flustered as hell! you giggle. of course sevika would deny how adorable and pathetic she really is.

a/n: first time writing something other than tlou 😛😛 i need sevika BADDDDD u guys don’t understand omfg

[meliciousmel13]

̗̀➛ boring.

i, want kiss you till my lips bleed, until i turn to bones.

warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), also mentions of cannibalism?? but it's just an extreme way of saying how much you love someone.

wc: 3,607

SYNOPSIS: uhh, best friends?? maybe?? where 1 time you her she doesn't kiss back. 2nd time she kisses you YOU don't kiss back. theres a 3rd but i think i'll spoil.

taglist: @guysimgay164, @madisonbeerssecretwife @bandanamatt

an: IM SO SORRY for this kinda taking a whole ass week, but on friday i got such a fucking writers block, also i got a little burnt out cause i was writing a little over 500+ words a day, and that might not sound like a lot but with the shit i do everyday its A LOT. can't promise this won't happen again tho cause it probably will 😛 ALSO!! at the end it might suck cause i was in a rush to finish this, and also, it gets a little poetic at the end ngl idk what came over me

you didn’t know when it started. or when the obsession even started. you met at the met gala, being introduced by one of your close friends, she got your number, and sent you a text. by then you were attached by the hip. she wouldn’t leave your side. you didn’t want her to.

you didn’t know if you were best friends, but it’s been months and the stares in a crowded room made you think. what were you? you hang out all the time, you sleep in the same hotel bed and she hugs you from behind when sleeping. she was confusing. so confusing you didn’t know if she wanted you or just wanted to be friends.

you were at a diner now. with billie and 5 other of your friends, they were talking about anything and you were staying silent, laughing at whatever your found funny and sipping your strawberry milkshake that you didn’t pay for. somehow you always forgot your wallet. it was a scheme so billie would always pay for your shit. she got used to it though. sometimes you’d feel bad and buy her a flower or something.

billie was sitting across from you, occasionally adding to the story and laughing, loudly. you examine her eyes, lips, hair, clothes, just about everything. you weren’t deep in thought she just looked perfect in that moment. she saw you staring, and smiled. you felt your cheeks flush but you smile back, looking away and finishing your drink.

“can you buy me another?” you lean over the table, flashing you famous, ‘please please please let me get what i want’ smile, and knowing she was going to buy it for you even if you tried to deny it.

billie nodded, scooting over your friends and walking over to the counter with the singular staff and getting the milkshake, sliding it over the table to you and quickly walking—half jogging to the bathroom.

“so, you and billie,” everyone’s eyes were on you and you felt uncomfortable because no ones paid that much attention to you since you walked in the diner, “what are you?” zoe asked.

you shrug, “don’t know.” you answer, hoping that they would go back to talking to each other and leave you out of it.

“what do you mean ‘don’t know’ we know you guys are doing something.”

“we’re not.” you said, crossing your arms defensively, you desperately wanted to be ‘doing something’ with billie but you never made the first move. probably why your still single. too cooped up at home and too shy to make any resemblance of a love life.

“really?” she raised her eyebrows, as if she thinks your lying, “look in my eyes and tell me your guys aren’t fucking.” you let out a audible laugh at that, realizing she was serious.

“we aren’t fucking.” you lean over the table, and look in her eyes.

billie came back from the bathroom, and everyone pretended as if they never had that conversation. you sigh, and lean back on your chair, sipping your milkshake and putting it back down, realizing you also needed to go to the bathroom probably because of your 2 previous milkshakes. that was your third.

you get out of your seat and walk to the bathroom, wearing your usual sweats and one of billies oversized shirts. the bathroom was clean enough so entered a stall, did your business and got out. while you were washing your hands you heard the door open, seeing billie.

“hey.” she walked towards you.

“hi.” you answer, smiling awkwardly, walking towards the exit until billie stopped you, “what?” you asked, wondering why she stopped you.

“you seemed upset so i wanted to check up on you,” sweet. “did my friends make you uncomfortable or something? i can talk to them.” she said, leaning on the counter.

“no it’s fine, they didn’t do anything.” you shake your head, and she hugs you, mumbling ‘just wanted to make sure’ into your neck, and you thought she could hear your heart beating like a drum against your rib cage.

she pulled away and you couldn’t help but look in her eyes. they looked beautiful. she was beautiful. you felt your feet stumble, and briefly held her shoulders for balance. you were cautious of your proximity and breathe deeply. tilting your head and glancing at her lips. you were close. so close your could feel her breath on your face, the next thing you knew you were brave enough to kiss her.

you kissed her.

and she didn’t kiss back. one of her friends opened the door and you pushed her away, now she was the one stumbling.

“heyy, we’re leaving now, you guys have like 3 minutes before we leave.”

the ride back was normal, as normal as i-just-kissed-my-best friend-and-she-didn’t-kiss-me-back. fairly normal. billie was still touchy, hand on our thigh and your head on her shoulder. you were overthinking. completely. a whole bunch of, why didn’t i ask if i could kiss her before actually fucking kissing her. and, maybe i was too quick and that’s why she didn’t kiss back. complete bullshit, trying to make sense of whatever that was.

they dropped you off and billie took your hand before you got out the car, “should i sleep over?” she asked, and you shook your head, sleeping in the same bed as her after kissing her was awkward.

“no, i’m okay.” you answer and you saw her question you with her face, “billie, i’ll be fine, seriously.” she nodded, briefly hugging you and letting go of your hand.

you should’ve said yes. you weren’t fine. or okay. she was acting so normal about it, it consumed your mind. thoughts of your kiss. you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, and deciding that trying to sleep was useless and stupid.

so you watch TV all night long, binge watching a whole season of a show you couldn’t remember and trying to get your mind off of someone you see nearly everyday. you couldn’t wait to see her. and also wanted to run away. maybe if you just looked at her from afar it would be nice. but she was too nice. she invited you to hang out with her friends again the next day.

you were at a bar now. blue and red LED lights surrounded the place and there were at least 20 security guards around the bar. no one really recognized you so you never needed any people protecting you. but with billie, it was different.

it wasn’t loud, but loud enough that you kinda had to shout to hear people talking. billie was sitting beside you, talking to one of her friends, you hated going out. but billie forced you, saying “you can’t make more friends if your always at home” she was right, but still.

her friend looked at you and you tried to not draw attention to yourself, like a tiny pebble by the side of a road, she notices you though, even with your struggles to breathe as quietly as possible. you didn’t like being around people.

“—are you?”

“huh?” you question.

“how are you?” her friend asks again.

“i’m good.” you reply.

“that’s good.” she smiled.

“and you?”

“hm?” she turned back to you, not hearing what you said.

“i mean—how are you?”

“i’m good too.” she said, and you hummed. thats the longest you could hold a conversation. you don’t understand why billie hangs out with you. you were boring.

“billie.” you pat her arm, she turns to look at you, you could tell she was drunk by the way she looked at you. realizing that you had to take of her for once, “hey, we’re gonna go.” you said to her friend, not wanting to go without saying goodbye.

her friend was nice, but you didn’t know her name. too shy to ask, trying to overhear some say her name but no one did. she was sort of like you, except she had more than 3 friends.

“i don’t want to go.” billie murmured, gazing at you with bedroom eyes. she’s drunk. you remind yourself.

“we have to go, billie, your drunk.”

“i don’t want to. i wanna be with you.” you sighed. tilting your head back and seeing her friend give you a sympathetic smile.

“billie, please—”

“why are you ignoring me?” she asked, and you felt your throat tighten up. she’s drunk.

“i’m not.”

“but you are,” yes. “your ignoring me cause you kissed me,” she’s talking.“because you can’t handle being seen. you don’t like talking about your feelings—you don’t like explaining, you hate communicating. fucking hate it. how do i know? cause i know you—”

She was dragging her thumb across your lip now and you looked at her, “You’re not sober so your not allowed to touch me.” you said and moved her arm away. trying to ignore her words. the truth.

“so your saying i’m allowed to touch you when i’m sober?”

“I’m only saying yes because i doubt you’ll remember much of this conversation in the morning.” you said.

“take me home.” by home she meant your home. she was slowly moving in your apartment. leaving her shirts in your empty drawer.

“where?”

“homee, don’t you know where home is? huh?” she said snarkily.

you roll your eyes and take her hand, leading her out the door, and get bombarded with flashing cameras. you forgot to go out the backdoor. sighing you wait until billie’s bodyguard opens the door for you, letting her get in first then you get in behind her.

the ride back home was quiet, billie was tired, you looked out the window and she looked at you. you felt her hand sliding back on your thigh, where it belongs.

“billie.” you warn. turning back to face her, she had a cheeky smile on her face and you were too tired to handle a half-drunk person right now.

“your boring.” she groans, leaning back on the leather chair and leaving your thighs alone, “do you have a pen?” she asked the driver. the man nods and hands her a black pen. she wrote something on her arm and then gave it back.

you couldn’t care less, going out two days in a row made you nauseous. you needed at least a 3 day break away from people before going out again. she was changing you.

the driver finally dropped billie off at her house, and he was crazy to think you would let her be and trust her enough to just hope she gets into bed, it was too dropped. so you tell him to wait a little until you’ve put drunk-billie to sleep. more then a little because she was difficult to deal with.

she stumbled into the house and you sigh, “you know, i think i’m more sober now, can i touch you now?” she asked, and you walked to her kitchen to get her a glass of water.

“not sober enough. drink this.” she groaned childishly, but still downs the glass, burping and giggling afterwards. for now, she was being cooperative. not like you’ve ever dealed with drunk-billie, usually it’s just her taking care of drunk-you. and that’s considered a skill—a little inside joke between your 3 friends. since no ones been able to calm the storm in years! (it happened 1 time.) you get angry easily when drunk, and incredibly sassy and really hard to please. so it was sort of a surprise when billie calmed you down by literally, putting her thumb in your mouth, it shut you up, at least.

“can i touch you now?” she asked again, while slipping off her shirt, tossing it on the floor and revealing her black lacy bra, it wasn’t strange, you change in front of each other all the time.

“no.” you repeated. you helped her take off her pants while she sat down on the bed, and she repeated ‘can i touch you now?’ every few minutes.

“can i touch you now? please? please.” she said after getting fully dress for bed, and you almost gave in at her pleads but continued your game of torture.

“nope.”

“what?! i’m sober, i’m so sober you can tell right?”

you ignored her and handed her the tooth brush, “you can touch me when you wake up tomorrow.”

“why should i listen to you?” she took you by the hips and you had to remind yourself, she’s drunk.

“because.. i want you to.” you struggle to make up an excuse, she’s drunk.

she scoffs, “i’m not drunk anymore so why can’t i touch you?” she whispered in your ear. you didn’t believe her, she was still slurring her speech.

her face was so close. she’s drunk. she could kiss you. she’s drunk. what if— she’s drunk.

she still attempted to kiss you and you pushed her away when she got too close, “that’s enough billie. go to bed.” you contained yourself, luckily.

she groaned, again, and plopped down onto her large kind sized bed, “but i’m so lonely in my huge bed, alone.” she emphasized.

“i’m not sleeping with you.”

“i wish.” she mumbled, “why not?”

because i don’t trust myself. you shrugged and opened her bedroom door, ready to leave her house and go back home.

“please don’t leave.”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble, closing the door behind you and leaving her house. entering the car with the driver. he already knew where you lived, considering he’s been taking you home for weeks now.

“sorry that took a while.” you smiled softly.

“s’ alright, i understand dealing with drunk people can be problematic sometimes.” he said, patting your shoulder and driving down the familiar road where you live.

it was a short 20 minute drive, jamie even let you play the songs you wanted, it was fun. he was a cool guy.

you got home safely, opening the door to your warm apartment and for once it felt too hot. you slip off your shoes and get ready for bed. all you could think about was billie. she tried to kiss you.

billie barely remembered what happened yesterday. the moment she woke up she was hit with a massive headache. it was like her head was splitting open. she had a writing on her arm, written in black pen.

“she said i can touch her when i’m sober” it wrote.

she remembered bits and pieces of what happened the night before. she got up, went to her bathroom, and cleaned up her face. taking an Advil and eating breakfast.

you woke up feeling indifferent, just did your usual routine, having routine nothing do. sure you could hang out with your friends but they had work in the early morning and your starts at 7PM.

you contemplated calling billie and telling her all about last night but you thought i was time to stay home, you were comfortable, since going out too much it made you question your life.

you heard the door ring and groaned, having finally found a comfortable position on your couch. you get up and answer the door.

it was billie. she was wearing a top and some dark gray sweats, she looked out of breath. like she ran from her car, up 2 flights of stairs and to your apartment.

“hey.” she said, panting.

“hi?” you stand confused. billie bit her lip and hugged you tightly. what the hell? “bill—”

“you said i can touch you when i’m sober.”

oh.

“you remember that?”

she shook her head and showed you the writing on her arm.

“i wanted to talk to you about something.” she slowly entered your house, closing the door behind her and sitting you down on your couch. now you were stressed. what did she want to talk about—

“um, remember when we went to that diner?” oh fuck. “in the bathroom, you uh—kissed me.” fuck. fuck. fuck.

“yeah?” you try to control your facial expressions. as if you weren’t dying on the inside. you didn’t think she would actually talk about it.

“um—” billie was also anxious, she was massaging her fingers and playing with her top, “and you know yesterday at the bar?”

you nod.

“you know what that means?”

that you like me too?

billie leaned down and kissed you. even though you were expecting it doesn’t mean you were ready. she tilted her head, and you wanted her. you wanted her to rip out your skin and see your bones and taste you, eat you, rip you apart and consume you inside and out, make you a part of her forever. have you in a way no one else ever could.

“billie.” you breathed, the burning need was there. she could taste it and hear it and see it. you almost thought, that you’ve never seen something as beautiful as her leaning down to kiss you. how her eyes turned a darker shade of blue and how her lips turned bruised and battered from kissing you dry.

“yeah?” she was kissing your neck now. sat down next to you and touched your burning skin. held you and felt you.

“billie.” you called her name like how a child would cry for his mother. like you needed needed needed her.

“hm?” she responded, tugging your shirt and you took it off. she could see you. she could see your breasts and nipples and skin and bones. and you could see how her breathing picked up and how her lips parted. she touched you, groped you felt you. as if she didn’t think you were real. like something as perfect as you, couldn’t exist.

she gulped, grabbed you by the hips and took you to your room, your bed, your sheets, your pillows, but you wanted nothing more than for her to take you. you needed to live under her skin. have her name tatted on your back.

she laid you down, kiss you neck, collarbones and lips before kissing your breasts, burying her face in them like it was what she needed to breathe. she licked and nipped and drew figure 8’s around them with her tongue.

you whimper, bucking your hips and feeling her holding you down, “may i?” she asked, and slid her finger beneath your pants. you nod, unable to speak, “words, baby.”

“yes.” you said, yes yes yes, please.

she smirked, slid them down your legs and tossed them behind her. her tatted hand pulling your panties off and moaning, “fuck, angel.” she ran her finger through your folds and you squeezed around nothing.

she spread your thighs apart, leaned down, kissed you clit and sat up again, moving next to you and lying her head on your soft pillows, putting her hands behind her head and patting her lap.

“c’mere.” she said, holding under your thighs and sitting you down. she still had her dark gray sweats on. she was still fully clothed while you were naked.

you whine and she shushes you, sliding you higher on her body causing you to sit on her pelvis and having you clit barely brush’s on her drawstring, causing you to bite your lip.

“so quiet for what huh?” she traces your bottom lip, “don’t know what to say? hm baby?” was she trying to kill you?

you pant over nothing, grinding on her like a dog in heat and she guided you back and fourth by your hips, “fuck—” you mumble.

she hummed and stopped helping you, letting you do all the work, just putting her hands behind her head and watching you grind on her.

“good girl.” she rubbed our hips and did absolutely nothing to help. all you could do was helplessly grip at her shoulders and try to get off, “can’t cum without my help?” she abruptly slid her middle finger inside you and you gasp. she pulled your hips lower on her finger and added another, “js’ like that baby.” she hummed when you started riding her fingers.

you sigh—whining when her digits hit that spongy spot inside you. bouncing on her lap like a goddamn bunny. and she looked so entranced. like she was enjoying this more than you.

“i’m gonna cum.” you whine out. you hair framing her face, she smirked, curling her fingers and you came all over her, rolling you eyes back and feeling her kissing at your neck, still pumping slowly to help you get down from your high.

billie sat up, pulling you off her lap and placing you down next to her and jogging to your bathroom, turning on the water and waiting for it to fill up.

“you want some water?” she handed you a water bottle and you sat up to drink it,“your stupid.” you mumble and billie laughed, carrying you to the bath and putting you down into the warm water.

“how am i stupid?”

“because you took too long to confess.” you said.

“oh and that’s my fault?”

“yes, it is.” you said, and billie shook her head, undressing and getting in the bath behind you, ignoring you childish banter and peppering kisses all over your neck, causing you to giggle.

“you wanna go somewhere tomorrow?”

[mothekko]

Her woman.

Where Ambessa demands your attention after a long trip.

Ambessa Medarda x fem!reader Warnings: alcohol drinking, buff reader, reader is implied to be lesbian, slightly sub!ambessa, fluff, no-smut, kisses<3 mwah mwah. Word count: 968.

notes: ambessa my beloved (not just mine but of course my best friend's beloved too), i had this idea yesterday when she cried cause every reader is always the girly girl type, never a big woman with big everything (including her arms 😛), anyway, enjoy reading as I did writing :3 xoxo

MEN AND MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ambessa was not a fragile lady, no. She was far from this. First, she was the type of mercilessly war dog everyone heard about. Her fingers were not as delicate as some women tried to imagine.

Oh, and you knew it. You knew her hands were stronger than any other woman you ever had an affair with. She was delicate, but rough. She was firm and strong, and for God’s sake, you could listen to all the girls and boys in the whole Noxus almost moaning for her, just by seeing her walk on the streets. She didn't pay too much attention, she had her business with you. She came back from war, her fatigue was noticeable in her letters, and you analyzed them perfectly, all of them.

As much as you knew about her weariness, she always asked you for a visit, and how could you deny the woman who gave you your position as high guard in Noxus? The more time passed, your attention was drawn to the dark streets of Noxus, scantily clad women didn't attract you, even though it was the complete opposite for you and they sometimes tried to attach themselves to your belt, along with the axe and sword that were in the hem of your pants and back. The icy wind touched your hair, two braids made by the war general framed your face. It wasn't usual for you to leave your hair loose, but after weeks, or months, without seeing each other, the braids were Ambessa's only request.

You looked across the horizon, all the tents closed and quiet, but that one... that central one, which you knew who was inside; the candles flickering in the air were warming someone. Ambessa was waiting for you. As you approached the place, your muscles tensed in suspicion as you entered the tent. You sighed and Ambessa looked back, a smile from her brightened up her face. A woman like her? Smiling? You're lucky.

“Night, ma’am…” You said, the smell of alcohol around the place was a little too much this time, but well, it’s Ambessa, after all. “Too much to handle this time? Or drinking for fun?”

She didn’t answer you, not like she usually does. She silently invited you to sit next to her, moving the wine bottle to the side on the floor. Cautiously you walked through the tent, until you reached her side, and before you could even sit down, she settled her head on your waist. Her mind was heavy with thoughts.

Ambessa without her usual clothes, smiling, and laying her head on you? Of course something was wrong. But this kind of wrong is not so bad, not at all. At least she was showing some affection. 

“Listen, darling… don’t ask any questions today… I just want you to be good for me.” She said, she doesn’t look drunk. Does she? “These months without you made me so bored, you know…”

You kindly touched her hair, asking yourself what you should do in that situation. 

“Ma’am, you’re not drunk, are you?” You laughed, looking a little closer. You touched her face, checking her eyes, and suddenly, she removed your hand and sighs deeply. 

“You know me too well, sugar. Maybe I should pretend harder next time…” You finally felt like everything was okay, she was lying and that’s all. “Are you gonna sleep here tonight?” she took a sip of wine “Or will I wake up with a boy calling me out for being too sleepy?”

A sigh escaped your lips, a frustrated sigh now. You looked straight at her, sitting by her side. 

“Listen, ma’am, I always told them to send a woman to wake you up, look at me, do I look like someone who likes any kind of boy here?” She shook her head. “That’s what I thought. And, who said you’re too sleepy? These boys around here have no fucking respect for you…”

You pulled the woman closer, holding her tightly. She was warmer than you, obviously because you were outside thirty minutes ago, but still, that makes your heart skip a beat. Again you move your hands to her cheek, and she looks at you with those shining eyes.

“What a beautiful woman I see…” You said. And then, you gently kissed her lips, in a simple way. You used to kiss each other, nothing new. But it was definitely special this time. You felt like it was. Her hands, which had been resting on her thigh, now moved up so that they could rest on your waist. “Won’t you tell me about your…”

She shut you with a finger to your lips, kissing you again calmly, caressing your war scarred face. Your arms, which were a bit stronger than hers, held her against your body, feeling how fast her heart was beating.

“I have to be careful… or you’ll become stronger than me, imagine if they put you in my place?” She made you chuckle softly, moving a hand down to rest on her back.

“You’re making no sense, ma’am. I could never replace you. But I’m happy you noticed…” 

“Well… I always notice, sweetheart.” She gave you a peck on the lips, snuggling into your chest. “You’re my woman, and I know when you get stronger.”

She said it so casually, with her closed eyes as if she was almost asleep; you wouldn’t doubt it. She had just arrived from a long trip after all.

“Your woman…? Mhm… yeah, you’re definitely sleepy. Goodnight, ma’am… I’ll wake you up tomorrow…”

You could hear a “finally” coming from her as she snuggled into your body. You picked her up, taking the woman to the bed, blowing the candles, pulling the blankets over you, finally spooning her from behind and nuzzling her neck.

[starstruckgrrl]

CAn u do one for dr stone

Senku tbh js do anything

a/n: i came out of hiding to make this 😛 also i did get another request at the exact same time for a senku x reader so i’m hoping this was also you bc i don’t wanna do 2 in a row 😭

‧₊˚ ෆ synopsis: you came to visit your favorite future nobel prize winning scientist in the school chemistry lab, but you were bothered on your way there.

~ warnings: smut, afab!reader, no pronouns used on reader, reader has a crush on senku, senku knows, kissing, oral (f receiving), seniors in high school, sweet!senku, confession

as you walked towards the grand science lab at the end of the hall (aka senku’s lair), you fished out a pocket mirror from your backpack to check on how you looked at the moment.

“checking your appearance before you see the mad scientist?” taiju asks you, and you nod in response.

“i’m gonna try to tell him today, so i need to look perfect.”

“good luck!” taiju shouts, “i’m gonna tell yuzuriha tomorrow!”

“i believe in you!” you reply as he runs off to find her.

you swing open the door to the science lab where you find senku writing notes as a solution bubbles before him.

“hello, y/n.” senku greets.

you greet him back and sit next to him, and he finishes his writing and closes the notebook. he turns to face you, looking at you seriously.

“y/n, we should talk.” he says.

oh no… isn’t that YOUR line? you’re the one who came to confess! is he mad you intruded on him? he looks so serious too… this can’t end well.

you immediately begin to worry, and he picks up on that.

“don’t overthink, i’m not upset with you!” he says to stop your train of thought.

“not even one millimeter?” you reply teasingly, looking at him through your lashes with a sly smile.

he grins back at you and shakes his head.

“y/n, you know i’m not one for formalities and tradition. i believe in innovation and science. having a partner always seemed like one of those stupid traditions to me…”

tears begin to well up in your eyes. he knew about your crush, and was trying to let you down easy, you thought.

“but, even so, i am human, i can’t deny how i feel.”

senku grabs your hands and holds them in his, a complete change for the usually non-physically intimate man he is.

“y/n, i… like you. i can tell you like me too, and you just understand me in a way other people don’t.”

senku cringes before he finally says, “will you be my partner?”

“of course i will, senku!” you reply, throwing yourself onto him to wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close for a hug.

he hugs you back, relishing in the moment for a while. he pulls back to look at you, face to face, before he says, “we’ve been together for 52 seconds.”

you smile wide and laugh, sweet and genuine.

“are you going to be keeping count from now on?” you asked.

“obviously. i will have to know when to buy you anniversary presents.”

you reach up to cup his face and leaned in to kiss him. it starts slow, experimental from the both of you. senku begins to get more passionate, though, to have confessed in the first place, he must be pretty passionate about you. he only involves himself in things he truly believes in or cares about.

senku breaks the kiss to breathe, your foreheads still connected as you inhale and exhale quickly. he let his hands rest on your sides, above your ass, and pulls him towards you, gesturing for you to sit on his lap.

the two of you kiss again, and you begin to feel the familiar heat pool in your lower half as you grind on his thigh, ever so slightly. however, senku being as attentive as he is, of course notices.

putting his hand on your inner thigh and rubbing your core through your pants, he says, “let me help.”

~

you end up laying on your back on an empty table in the science lab, with senku between your bare legs, your pants and underwear laid next to you.

senku is, for once, vulnerable looking as he sits on his knees. you don’t have time to tease him at the sight, though, because his fingers are working so well at your clit, rolling the sensitive bud and drawing circles on it. his mouth is too occupied to tease you for the way your face is so flushed, as his tongue is drawing figure 8s in your cunt.

the two of you are lucky everyone is gone from the school, as the moans you’re letting out would immediately notify anyone nearby.

~

[almondamaretto]

omg hihi i love how u write sooo i wanted to ask if u could write where the reader tries getting matt jealous by flirting w chris (?? optional it could be anyone else) and he eventually gets jealous and that turns into a smut 😛😛 if that even makes sense 😭 PLSPLS thank you

Attention

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: y/n gets matt’s attention by flirting with chris

Warnings: weed, smut.

IM BACK (maybe) SO EXPECT MORE SHIT (hopefully) I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I WILL BE MORE ACTIVE I PROMISE (i don’t)

like halfway proof read

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Wind blew through her hair as she sped down the highway, one hand loosely holding the colorful steering wheel, the other holding a joint up to her pink, glossy lips. 

The glowing warmth of the orange sun hid behind the tall trees, golden rays painting her face as she sped down the street. 

Sza's "Julia" was blasting through her speakers as she pulled up to the triplet's house, music cutting off abruptly as she cut the ignition and exited the black jeep. 

She sucked in a final hit of her joint, snuffing out the half-smoked spliff against her car and tucking it behind her ear. 

With a final tug on her black miniskirt and one last readjustment of the straps of her thong, she strutted her way up to their front door, not bothering to knock. 

climbing up the stairs, the sight of Chris sitting on the couch, legs spread wide welcomed her. Matt was sitting a few feet to his right, scrolling on his phone. Everyone else was scattered around their living room, holding separate conversations as music played lowly in the background. 

"Ayy, y/n! c'mere" a very blasted Chris exclaimed, patting the plush material of the cream couch next to him. 

Matt's head shot up at the mention of her name, eyes fixating on her scantily dressed figure as she sat right next to Chris, leaving barely any space between the two of them. His brow quirked. 

"Hey Matt!" she said, looking at him up and down. His jeans sat low on his hips, his muscle tee riding up just enough to show off the band of his Calvin Klein boxers. 

He held up a peace sign, a silver ring wrapped around his pointer and pinky finger--he shot her a flirty smirk. 

She blinked at him slowly, expecting more of a greeting. 

Rolling her eyes, she brought her knees up on the couch, resting them against Chris and looking into his eyes. 

He started to ramble, sativa taking control of his senses. 

"Y'know we were all waiting for you to get here. Matt especially. He kept asking if his outfit was good enough--and his hair, he messed with his hair way too fucking much." 

Chris grabbed a small strand of her silky hair, toying with it absentmindedly as he spoke with a raspy voice, close enough for his warm breath to raise the hairs on her neck. 

"Yeah? Well he doesn't seem to be interested now." She giggled, brushing a lock of his hair out of his face. 

"Well, that's ‘cause he wants to seem all tough. Don't tell him I told you but he's just a big pussy." He said in a hushed tone, pulling a smile from her lips. 

Y/n couldn't deny Chris' charming and dorky personality--if she were anyone else, she was sure she would be chasing after him rather than sitting on his couch leading him on. 

Matt, however, could have her chasing for miles. Everything he did seemed so intentional and suave; he was always calm and collected--he felt like a refreshing soda after a day at the beach. 

Suddenly, Chris focused on the joint sitting behind her ear. 

He stopped tugging on her hair to slither his hand behind her neck, fingers brushing her skin and creating goosebumps. He grabbed the rolled paper between two fingers, looking at it with heavy eyes and a smile. 

"Thank you, weed gods" He cheered, searching for a lighter. 

Y/n reached into her bra, pulling out a bedazzled lighter. Chris placed the lipstick-stained paper in between his lips, gazing up at y/n with hot cheeks as she brought the lighter up to the end, igniting the paper. 

Matt watched the events unfold with a clenched jaw, losing the faint grasp on his buzz. 

Y/n breathed in a large puff, closing her eyes, and letting the burning in her throat subside. she turned and crawled over to matt, removing the joint from her flavored lips and handing it to matt. 

He took two deep hits, letting the intoxicating substance flow through his anticipating lungs and into his bloodstream. She sat on her knees and watched him intently as he visibly relaxed. 

Reaching up to grab the paper again, he grasped her wrist with a firm, yet gentle grip. They sat like that for a few beats before he stood up, dragging her with him. A large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his side. 

He quickly passed the drug to Chris, who tried to conceal a knowing smirk, before pulling the teasing girl into his dimly lit room, shutting the door with their combined weight pressed against it. 

"Have fun!" Chris faintly yelled. 

The sunset lamp y/n bought for Matt projected an array of warm colors along the pair, the orange light kissing y/n's face, and ethereal and angelic aura surrounding her. 

The denim in matt's jeans became more restricting, he found himself itching to free himself from the confines of the blue material. 

She held eye contact with him, pouty lips parted slightly. 

No words were exchanged, but there was an understanding. Of their shared desire; their shared need. 

His slender fingers gripped the plush skin of her hip, tracing the black elastic band of her thong. His other hand traced up her side, barely caressing the skin and sending a tingling sensation to her spine. His hand caressed the side of her neck. 

Her fingers hooked into the two front loops of his light-wash jeans, searching for somewhere to place her earnest touch. 

“P Power” by Gunna echoed throughout the house, a nice touch from Chris, the designated aux. 

Both were breathing deeply, as if they had just finished a light jog. 

It happened in an instant--she squeezed her tan thighs together, his pinky finger dipped underneath the seam of her miniskirt, and their lips clashed together with feverish haste. 

They each fought for dominance like the push and pull of the ocean. Y/n wrapped her arms around Matt's craned neck as Matt pushed the two further into the door. 

Bringing his hand to the front of her neck, he squeezed the sides of her soft skin lightly--she gasped, tugging on the baby hair at the nape of matt's neck. 

He took control of the kiss with a low groan, applying more pressure to her neck, grinning into her lips as her head fell back. He took this opportunity to start working down her jawline and neck, biting small, aggravated marks into her silky skin. 

Their chests heaved, her hardened nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her shirt and against the rough material of his worn cotton shirt. 

"Oh, fuck." She said breathlessly as his teeth found the sensitive part of her neck, working a dark mark into the flesh. 

Once he was happy with his work, he pulled away from her touch completely, nearly pulling a needy whine from her throat. 

"Fuck, you're hot." He gaped, trailing his eyes up and down her flustered figure. Her hair was messy; eyes droopy, staring at him with need. A thin layer of sweat caused her skin to glow under the sultry lighting, her thighs pressed together and hands resting at her sides. 

A wave of confidence surged through her veins, a product of the drugs in her system. She pushed herself off the door, "you have such a way with words, Matthew," she breathed out, pressing her lips to his once again. 

He sat back on his bed, tilting his head up to meet hers as she climbed onto his lap, shaky legs straddling him.  

Her hands ran back and forth through his fluffy brown hair, pulling sporadically to rouse a reaction from him. 

His hands explored her thighs and hips, each time threatening to push her skirt farther up her skin. He gripped her hips once more, lifting her slightly to lay her down on the bed, lips never disconnecting. 

Wandering hands traced underneath the thin fabric of her blouse, caressing her chest and pinching her hardened nipples, kissing them through the sheer material. 

He continued his assault down her stomach, leaving a trail of wet, needy kisses. The tips of his fingers dipped under the top of her skirt, pulling them down slowly as he left closed-mouth kisses to her hips. 

Y/n’s thin excuse for a skirt was discarded somewhere on Matt's bedroom floor, along with his shirt. 

He hovered above her lower torso, ringed fingers toying with the thin black bands. Her manicured fingers shoved his forehead gently. "Don't be a tease, Matthew." 

He planted slow, teasing kisses to the fabric of her underwear, speaking with a smooth, deep voice in between each. 

"Such a hypocrite. How would you feel if I got with one of those girls out there, huh?" He finished his sentence by pressing one final kiss to her clothed clit, watching her shudder with a grin. 

"That's hardly what happened," she breathed out, sending a pointed look to him. "You know would never get with Chris. Just wanted your attention." 

He continued to kiss down her thighs whilst gently removing her soaked-through thong. 

"Hmm. And is all this for me?" He kissed her inner thigh, centimeters away from where she needed him the most. 

"Yes, god yes. Please Matt." 

"So sweet." He finally said and wrapped his arms around her stomach, pulling her legs over his shoulders. 

His mouth attached to her bundle of nerves, tracing small shapes with his tongue. His movements dragged a long whine from her lips, manicured nails reaching to grip his hair. 

He traced his tongue up and down her core, orchestrating her audacious sounds, needing more. 

He brought his middle and ring finger up, gathering her arousal and pushing his slender fingers into her warmth. The metal of his rings pressed against her skin sending chills over her skin. 

Her noises grew in frequency and amplitude, his other hand shooting up to her mouth to muffle the loudness while he repeatedly stroked her spongey walls. 

Matt could tell she was getting close, harshly sucking her clit while continuing to trace patterns with his tongue, fingers never losing their furious pace. 

Her moans grew louder and louder despite Matt's efforts to muffle them—though he didn’t really mind, anyone who was paying attention when they left already knew what was going on. 

He continued his ministrations even as her thighs threatened to close around his head and as her hips lifted off his silk cotton sheets with overstimulation. 

When the stimulation became too much, she pulled him away from her sensitive cunt. He was as equally out of breath as her, his eyes had become droopy like hers, and his boner pressed harshly against the denim of his jeans. 

He earnestly pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her harshly and sloppily, his hands quickly working on removing their remaining clothing. 

He quickly leaned over to his dresser and searched for a condom, y/n lifting herself to rest on her elbows, peppering his chest and neck with quick kisses. 

“You have all my attention now, doll.” He muttered quietly, almost to himself. 

He slowed down, rubbing his length up and down your cunt, gathering your wetness, watching as you practically drooled at the sight of him. 

“Is this what you want?” He used his other hand to caress your jaw sweetly. 

“More than anything, please Matt.” 

He slowly pressed his length into her, letting her fully adjust to her size before beginning to thrust, slow and gentle movements quickly becoming deep and harsh. 

His enthusiasm elicited loud moans from deep within her chest, hands looking for anywhere to anchor into, landing on his freckled back, leaving raised, stinging marks all over. 

In an instant she was flipped over, and her flushed face was pressed into a plush pillow. Matt continued to drill into her, quiet groans and curses falling from his lips every few seconds. 

“So fuckin’ loud. Want everyone to know what we’re doin’ in here? Huh? You want Chris to hear how good I’m fucking you?”  

She thought was strange thinking about Chris when his brother was fucking into her like this, but the thought didn’t maintain one Matt reached around to rub her clit, mind going completely blank other than thoughts of Matt. 

Once the familiar knot started to coil in her lower stomach, she reached back to grab Matt’s wrists for more stability, her legs starting to shake as her orgasm washed over her, tears beginning to soak his silk pillowcase. 

Strong hands gripped her hips harder as she clenched around him repeatedly, causing Matt to throw his head back in pleasure and let out a sharp breath. 

“Ah, shit. Fuck!” 

He fucked them both through their climaxes, slowing his staggering thrusts and finally pulling out of her pillowy walls. He threw his condom into his trash next to his bed, before leaning over and pressing sweet kisses to y/n’s back. 

“You did so good, sweetheart. So good for me.” he praised, running his hands up and down her sides and back. 

Once she regained her strength, she flipped herself over, heaving chest lifting up and down. Her shaky hands grabbed Matt’s arm and she pulled him down next to her, snuggling into his side. 

“I think you might’ve got a little jealous in there...” 

“Yeah, ya think?” 

[koi-illust]

[StarWars][Sith!Luke/Din][Mpreg]

Bound

“You’re pregnant.” Luke stated, his voice steady and laced with something akin to amusement.

“No…”

“Don’t lie to me. I can sense another life within you.” Luke pressed.

“I told you, it’s not true. I just ate something that didn’t sit right with me…” Din could barely convince himself, but he needed to deny it out loud. He needed to hear the denial himself…

Yet, deep down, Din knew what Luke said was the truth. He just couldn’t bring himself to accept it. Having a child with Luke only meant shackling himself to a fate from which he could never escape. The shattering sound of his dreams of freedom was deafening.

(👆🏻I tried to write a little myself to better express what I want to convey through this piece, but English is not my native language, so please bear with me…)

Went back to read Sith Luke/Din, and I couldn’t help but jump out of my original drawing schedule and drew a piece for them, I missed drawing dark things😈

Although it feels like there’s a connection, this piece is not a prequel to my last artwork, I’d like to think that my baby boys of LukeDin and BobaDin were born into a warm family with loving parents! I’m not saying there’s no love between Sith Luke and Din, it’s just… “different”, you know what I mean😛

Din might be an Omega or an intersex here? Intersex is not a common setting, but I kinda like lt. I mean, anything can happen in the distant future, right? There’s probably some kind of species that looks like humans but is a bit different “down there”, and also Mpreg won’t be a mystery anymore!

Aw, I hope there’s more Mpreg Din out there in the fandom (especially in DinLuke)! It’s definitely a lot of fun to see Din, who is such a mother hen and worrywart, become pregnant, or be extremely reluctant to be pregnant because of his duty for providing and saving the world, or just like my artwork, he has doubts about his toxic relationship with Sith Lord Luke. Either way, it’s a subject worth writing about, my dearest and brilliant writers…🥹🙏🏻✨

[himbofan]

bungo stray dogs - meet cutes

hey guyzzz soooo here's my one piece of writing for the next 10 months 😛🩷

jk but fr it's hard for me to write anything consistently so thank you for bearing with me!!!! :3

i always appreciate all forms of support!! I’ve been having bsd brainworms for a couple months now so expect more ramblings at some point ok thx for reading BYEEEEEEEE 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

cw: gn reader, mention of cigarettes, reader has a cat, light stalking

characters: nakahara chuuya, fukuzawa yukichi, oda sakunosuke wc: 2600+

you’re the cute cashier who works the graveyard shift at my local convenience store and i'm always awake at odd hours - nakahara chuuya

Chuuya stifled a yawn and wearily checked his phone. The numbers [3:27 AM] glared back at him with an irritating brightness, almost mocking him for staying up so late. He sighed and pocketed his phone, glancing up at the sky which was still a deep indigo, the stars barely visible from the copious amounts of light pollution. 

He grumbled something illegible under his breath and pushed open the door to the nearest convenience store. The door jingled lightly, the smell of nondescript floor cleaner invading his nostrils as he stepped into the cramped space. 

“Welcome…” you called out wearily from the register, though you couldn’t see who just walked in due to the height of the shelves blocking your view. 

He barely acknowledged your existence at the opposite side of the store, instead choosing to browse the shelves.

He eventually made his way to the register, dropping a bottle of water on the counter before finally looking up at you. 

“And I’ll take a pack of Marlboro Golds.”

You glanced at him quickly while scanning the water and box of cigarettes, trying to take in as much of his appearance as possible without looking creepy. 

You hadn’t seen him before since starting this job a week ago, and he certainly was a sight for sore eyes. 

His hair was a fiery orange that fell in slight waves over his shoulder, with piercing eyes that made your heart skip a beat. 

You silently punched in your employee discount as he pulled out his wallet. Though it was only 10% off, he looked like he’d been from hell and back, and you felt strangely empathetic towards this stranger, wanting to make his night a little easier in the only way you could without getting in trouble. 

You finished the transaction and handed him the receipt, finally mustering the courage to look at his face again. To your surprise, he was looking directly at you this time, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. 

You quickly averted your gaze and hastily bowed, babbling out a customary “Thank you, come again”. 

As he left the building, he quickly scanned the receipt. His eyebrows raised a little as he saw the discount. Of course he would never need it with his cushy salary, but you had no way of knowing that. You simply saw him as a tired man who had a rough day, extending kindness the only way you knew how. The thought of a stranger showing him pity made his brow furrow, but he couldn’t deny how his heart squeezed when he remembered those kind eyes.

—

The next night, you were back behind the register, eyes glazing over while you stared aimlessly at the wall. The door jingled and you snapped to attention. 

“Welcome!”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the same handsome man from yesterday walk in. You fidgeted with your hair and nails trying to look more presentable under the unflattering fluorescent lights. 

He made his rounds and eventually came to the counter again, dropping his choices on the counter. 

Before you could open your mouth, he spoke. 

“Don’t do that again.” 

You gaped like a fish and internally panicked, mind racing trying to find where you had gone wrong.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean…”

“The discount. I don’t need it.”

“Oh my apologies, you just looked like you were having a rough day and I wanted to try and make it a little better…I didn’t mean to insult you…” you rambled. You couldn’t hide the embarrassment on your face, cheeks and ears heating up rapidly as you felt yourself pinned under his strong gaze. 

He sighed, “It’s fine, just don’t do it again. I don’t need your charity.” 

‘…or for you to get in trouble trying to help me.’

You wanted to curl up and die right there, but instead you scanned his items and stuffed them in a bag, staring down at the white countertop and praying for the minutes to go faster so you could go home and scream.

Noticing your discomfort, Chuuya sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He finished the transaction and muttered a small “thank you” before dropping a small piece of paper on the counter. He immediately whirled around and headed out the door so you couldn’t see the slight blush tingeing his face and ears.

I’ll pay you back. Here’s my number.

 xxx-xxx-xxxx

You looked up in surprise but he was already out the door, the jingle of the doorbells signaling his departure. You smiled and blushed lightly, the fatigue from your long shift briefly alleviated as butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of the handsome stranger. 

“Ah… I didn’t even get his name…”

you’re the owner of the cat i’ve been feeding because i thought it was a stray - fukuzawa yukichi

It was a relatively quiet day, the weather was nice and the streets were slightly less busy than usual. Fukuzawa closed his eyes and let the warm rays of sun seep into his tired skin, silently basking after a long day of being chained to his desk. 

His meditation was broken as a striped tail curled around his leg. Much to his delight, a friendly looking cat chirped and rubbed its face affectionately on his legs. His eyes softened as he reached down to let the cat sniff his hand, then softly pet its head. 

He swiftly took a small dried fish out of his sleeve and offered it, to which the cat excitedly accepted, purring up a storm as it crunched hungrily on the treat. His shoulders dropped slightly, stress and tension slowly melting away as he continued to admire the furry creature. 

The cat writhed on the ground, soaking up every ounce of attention from him as he continued to gently pet its fur. As if compelled by an unknown force, the cat suddenly shot its head up and glanced around, before running off into the bushes. Fukuzawa looked around for what could’ve possibly scared the cat away, but saw nothing. Slightly disappointed, he stood and returned to the office.

The next couple of days it came back as friendly as ever, and with an even more ravenous appetite for treats. Of course Fukuzawa was happy to oblige, showering the cat with affection and treats every time. 

“You have quite an appetite for such a small cat, don’t eat too many treats now.” he murmured, his stoic face unchanging yet there was a glimmer of admiration in his eyes.

“There you are! You greedy little shit!!”

His respite was broken as an angry voice yelled out from across the courtyard. The cat seemed to instantly recognize the voice and immediately ducked behind Fukuzawa’s legs. 

You jogged up to him, slightly out of breath, and looked up at the man who your cat was using as a shield. He had a commanding presence, with sharp blue eyes and silvery wolf cut. Your eyes locked for a split second and your heart jumped, this dignified-looking man was certainly easy on the eyes to say the least. Clearing your throat and brushing stray hairs out of your face, you awkwardly waved. 

“Hi, that cat belongs to me. I’m sorry if she caused you any trouble.” 

You smiled at him but glared daggers at your cat, who simply looked back at you. Though somehow, you could feel a smug aura radiating from it.

He looked down at the cat then back to you with a very slightly amused expression.

“No, she wasn’t bothering me. She’s quite sweet.” 

His voice rolled out deep and smooth, matching his serious appearance. He extended his hand down and your cat happily rubbed her face on it, purring up a storm.

“She really likes people, but that’s because she really, really likes food.”

You sighed and squatted down to attempt to grab your cat, but she ducked further behind the fold of the man’s yukata. You frowned and huffed but didn’t move any further, lest you’d be kneeling between this stranger’s legs. Fukuzawa noticed your discomfort and scooped up the cat in his arms, handing her off to you. You gratefully lifted your cat, accidentally brushing his large hand in the process which sent a small jolt of adrenaline through your body. 

“She’s not supposed to be outside but somehow she always manages to slip out. I feed her regularly but it doesn’t matter, she’s insatiable.”

Knowing the jig was up, your cat meowed in protest and squirmed in your arms.

“I mean how am I supposed to feel when my cat is going up to strangers and begging like she’s starving? She’s making me look like a neglectful owner to the whole damn city!”

You continued to ramble, before realizing you were venting your frustrations on this poor random man. 

He looked at you, a slight twinkle of amusement in his eyes. 

“She looks healthy and happy, it’s obvious someone loves her very much.” 

You felt your face heat up as he reassured you, wholly unprepared for the praise from this stern-looking yet attractive older man. 

“Ah… well thank you very much for taking care of my cat.” You bowed politely. “Please let me pay you back somehow.”

He shook his head gently and tucked his arms in his sleeves. “No need, it was no trouble at all.”

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t help you out in return, I insist.”

You rummaged hastily through your bag and retrieved a pen and a crumpled receipt, scribbling down your number and name before handing it to him. 

You were telling half of the truth; you really did want to pay him back, but you also wanted an excuse to see this hot man again.

“Ugh, I have to go, but please don’t hesitate to reach out. Again, thank you so much for taking care of her.” You bowed one more time before speed-walking down the street, indignant meows fading as you turned the corner.

Fukuzawa looked at the small piece of paper in his hand, tucking it in his sleeve as the faintest of smiles graced his face for a second. 

‘...cute…’

you ask me for help to pretend to be your boyfriend to scare off a creep - oda sakunosuke

You glance over your shoulder warily while pulling your jacket tighter over your midsection, walking faster down the street. To your demise, the shady looking man that started following you a few blocks ago continued to tail you despite taking several twists and turns to try and throw him off. Cursing under your breath, you opened the door to the nearest establishment and quickly ducked in hoping to find a place you could stake it out until he left.

You’d never been to this bar before despite passing it multiple times on your way home, but it was much nicer than expected. The narrow stairs opened up into a cozy bar, moody lighting glinting off of the polished wooden stools. The only patron was a rather tall man with reddish hair, sitting quietly sipping on his drink. 

Although he was a complete stranger, you felt as if this man was trustworthy. He exuded an aura of peace and safety that you desperately needed at this moment. 

Sheepishly you sat down next to him. He looked down at you curiously, about to ask why you chose to sit next to him when the whole bar was available, when the door opened again and the man who had been following you stumbled in. Your heart dropped and you turned to the stranger next to you, whispering rapidly with a pleading expression. 

“Hey so there’s a creepy guy following me, could you pretend to be my boyfriend? I’ll buy you a drink as thanks.”

Before he could respond, you faked a hearty laugh as though you just told a hilarious joke and put your hand on his arm flirtatiously, hoping that the creepy man was watching. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you continued to smile and look at your fake boyfriend. Getting a better look at his face, you noticed that he was actually quite good looking. He had a slight amount of stubble on his jaw, but the rest of him was well groomed. His eyes were a gorgeous crystal-clear sapphire blue that gazed down at you stoically. You were close enough to smell his light cologne, it was just enough to be noticeable but not overbearing. Your fingertips felt searing where they touched his arm, and you prayed he couldn’t tell how hard your heart was beating. 

He glanced up at the man brooding in the corner, silently sizing him up with a stony face.

Even though he hadn’t spoken a word, his sheer size and intense stare sent a strong enough warning that the other man froze under his gaze. 

Your stalker stared at the two of you and muttered something under his breath, before heading back up the stairs and exiting the bar. 

Once you were sure the door had closed behind him, you breathed a sigh of relief and removed your hand from his arm. “Hey sorry for putting you on the spot like that, I really appreciate it, let me get you a drink.”

“It’s nothing, I don’t mind.” His voice was deep and rumbled like a thunderstorm, and it was very attractive.

“No please, I insist. Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself.” You bashfully offered your name and bowed slightly. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Oda. It’s getting pretty late anyways, I was going to head out. Do you need someone to walk you home?”

You smiled and nodded. “I would appreciate that, thank you so much.”

The walk home was a little awkward but not uncomfortable. Most of your attempts at small talk were met with brief responses that were followed by a long pause. You assumed he wasn’t much for conversation, but you detected no malice or annoyance in his voice. 

Eventually, you reached the end of your commute. Although you were relieved you made it home safely, you were a little disappointed that your impromptu date with this attractive stranger was coming to an end.

“Oh this is it, thank you so much again for helping me out…. oh right!” You dug out your phone from your bag, opened a new contact, and sheepishly handed it to him. 

“I know you said I didn’t have to pay you back but I really want to.” 

He took the phone and punched in his number along with the name ‘Oda’ before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you again! Have a good night!” You smiled brightly and waved at him from the entrance of your apartment complex, heart still pounding. 

He offered a simple wave in return, making sure you closed and locked the door before continuing on his way. He couldn’t ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the thought of your smile for the rest of the night. 

dividers credit @/cafekitsune

[biohaz6rd]

sum thoughts ive been having ‘bout hal jordan x fem!batfam! reader for the past few months cus im absolutely crazy over this man, i need him in every single way conceivable send tweet.

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cw: mdni, implied age gap, daddy kink, probably ooc hal lol, not proofread cus im sigma like that, very self indulgent

thinkin’ ‘bout being the daughter of batman ‘n falling in love with hal jordan. we all know he loves to tease the big, bad bat—loves to poke ‘n prod at the man to garner a reaction from him that isn’t his usual gruff grunt of barely there acknowledgment. we also all know that this teasing would only extend further towards the man’s daughter.

“what would daddy dearest say if he saw you pinned under me like this, princess?” hal asks teasingly whilst he has you pinned against a table, both of your wrists bound by his one of his own larger, stronger, and more capable hands. your front presses uncomfortably into the wood of the table, though it doesn’t seem to matter to him as his voice continues to reverberate throughout the empty room.

“what’s wrong, doll? you were all talk five minutes ago. c’mon, tell me what i wanna hear. tell me i’m your new daddy.” his irritatingly attractive voice continues to relentlessly tease you, you sigh, dropping your forehead to rest against the hardened surface of the table beneath you. you’d be lying if you said his teasing didn’t at least somewhat (an understatement, really) arouse you, the way he was so easily able to render you speechless with his words effectively soaking your panties with your slick.

“shut up,” you huff out half-heartedly as you turn your head, your voice comes out slightly mumbled due to your cheek now pressing into the table. you shift slightly to push your ass back and grind against his covered cock for some semblance of friction, a satisfied hum leaving your lips.

“ah-ah,” he tuts disapprovingly, pulling his hips away from you with a rough jerk. “you don’t get to grind against my cock after tellin’ me to shut up. someone ought to teach you some manners, little girl. daddy bats clearly hasn’t.”

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also thinkin’ ‘bout him using his strength to his advantage and effortlessly manhandling his poor, little girl.

“you’re insufferable, y’know that?” he all but growls out, his expression hardening as he stares you down. “tryin’ to provoke a fuckin’ reaction outta me by flirtin’ with other men at the bar. you wanted a reaction, sweetness? you fuckin’ got one.” as the gruff words leave his lips, he roughly grips your forearms, practically throwing you down onto the bed. he forces you onto your hands and knees, his hardened gaze staring you down as you pathetically whine and whimper for him to fuck you senseless. that had been your plan, after all—to rile him up enough to get him to fuck you like the needy whore you secretly were. he scoffs at the display, shaking his head, “i don’t think so, babydoll. you gotta earn it now.”

despite the irritation he currently felt towards you due to your actions, he couldn’t deny, even if he tried to, that he was achingly hard. his fat cock straining uncomfortably against both the constricting cotton of his boxers and the denim of his jeans.

fuck, he was stronger than this. just what had you done to him? how exactly was it that you rendered him so, so, so, weak?

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[pear1escence]

Burning house (18+)

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Smut, 18+!!! Female reader, choking, grinding, praise, all that

Istg writing this went on forever and it’s not even that long, all that and I don’t even like how this turned out but maybe I’m just too tired😛 this is so ugh. If I have to write the word ‘groaned’ one more time I’ll shoot myself

“Y’know doll, I could’ve made this a lot better for the both of us if you weren’t so fucking stubborn.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re lost in the movie playing on the TV screen, so focused on the plot that you’ve forgotten Keegan’s there by your side. You’ve gone all out for it, with snacks on the coffee table, two cans of beer and the thick duvet you dragged out of the bedroom warming you up, come to find out the last part was unnecessary with your clingy radiator of a boyfriend using you as his personal teddy bear.

Keegan doesn’t seem to enjoy the movie as much as you do. The hand that’s been playing with the hem of your shirt while you were focused on the movie slides upwards, His cold hands moving to cup your tits underneath the fabric of your singlet, and you whine at the uncomfortable coldness. He won’t budge at your complaints of his cold palms against your skin, keeping himself entertained with another comment about the movie.

“Jesus, Keegan, you’re not a movie critic, shut up.” You groan, rolling your eyes and dragging out the ‘shut up’ for dramatic effect. “Why are your hands so fucking cold anyways.” You mutter underneath your breath, earning an amused chuckle from him. You turn away from the movie to rest the side of your face against his chest, glaring up at the content face of your boyfriend.

“What, would you like it if I shoved my cold hand down your pants?” You mutter, knowing he’d succeeded in drawing you out of the movie. He raises a brow, a soft half-smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, probably.” His hand squeezes your tit, not so uncomfortable anymore cause he’s all warmed up by you now. You snort, shifting your focus back on the movie.

He doesn’t leave it at that though. He pinches the chub of your stomach, leans down to kiss at your neck. It’s not like you mind, and he’s not really that annoying when he’s just trying to get your attention. You kind of enjoy it, appreciate the attention he gives you. He has that dangerous way of making you feel all special with his actions. Then he licks a strip down your neck, throwing you off the movie again. You give him the most annoyed looking side eye you can muster, but he just huffs out another amused laugh at your reactions. “That’s gross.” He gives you another lick.

“Keegan. I’m watching a movie.” You groan, shuffling away from your position on his lap. He hums, grabbing hold of your hips and pressing you down on his lap, cancelling out any attempt you had made at watching your movie undisturbed.

Any thought of whatever’s playing on the TV-screen is thrown away however, when you feel the bulge of his dick pressing into your ass. Lips brush against your neck, teeth nipping and lips sucking, marking you up, branding you as his. You’re swirled together like two drops of water, the warmth of his body and his hot red loving pulling you together. His mouth on your neck, a string of kisses you pray lasts for eternity.

His hand finds yours, clasping it. “C’mon baby…” he mutters, his free hand wrapping around your throat. Not in an aggressive manner, just the comforting, grounding hold he knows you love. It’s difficult to turn this down when he’s got you on his lap like this, when that familiar warmth of his turns hot with want.

But your stubbornness can rival his own, his way of wrapping you into his desire with ease sparks your jealousy. Keegan’s ability to remain resilient against your attempts of control and seduction was something he stripped from you in a way you couldn’t imitate. It fuels your desire to deny him, to leave him wanting something you refuse to give him now, a need to preserve your own ego just for this evening.

He lifts you off his lap, turns you around so that you’re facing him. Silence settles between you, your eyes flickering over his form, the stubble on his chin, those pale blue eyes you’d fallen in love with. His hand gently caresses your cheek, his lips slightly parted. His gaze doesn’t leave you. “How the hell did I get a girl like you?” He chuckles, a smile quirking up in your lips. “So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters, his hand weaving into your hair, his fingertips drawing circles into your scalp.

You don’t think you’ll ever find anyone who can compare to him. Keegan’s magnetism was addictive, the butterflies set off in your stomach whenever he payed attention to you in the early stages of your relationship like a drug injected into your veins that set fire to your blood. You want to keep him forever. You want the smooth liquor of his voice to be the last thing you hear when the day comes for you to meet your end. His pretty face and his electric soul had sparked a feverish, newfound flame in your life, he was something to live for, someone who poured your fuel, your desire for life.

It would be impossible for you to ever forget him when he was the first thing you’d seek out on the morning, what painted your daydreams as you lulled to sleep every night. He ignited a feeling of possession in you that no previous lover had drawn out of you.

Jet black strands of hair tickles your fingers as they twine into his hair, holding him tightly to satisfy the possession in you, the desire to keep him close forever. Your lips meet his, a deep groan leaving him as your hips grind down. Keegan’s hands find your hips, grinding you back and forth to his crotch as his breath grows heavier and the movements of your lips along his deepen, the hold you have on each other so desperate it’s like you’re both scared the other could slip away at any moment.

His hand leaves your hip to slip underneath your waistband, his fingertips just barely nudging your clit, causing you to move faster as you chase your pleasure.

Keegan’s hand stills your hips, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation before his fingers continue to move in lazy. electrifying circles over your clit. “Let’s get these short off ya, sweetheart..” he breathes, his form resting lazily against the couch back. He begins to shuffle down the fabric, but his gaze flickers back to you in surprise when you stop him. “What? Is anything wrong?” He asks, the concern in his eyes obvious to you.

You hadn’t chucked your previous self-directed promise out the window, breaking it now would be an offence to your own resilience, even if you hadn’t spoken a word about it. You let out a giggle at the expression on his face, your hands loosely wrapped around his shoulders. “Mhm.” You lift your thighs closer to him. “I’m watching a movie, you’re interrupting.”

He throws his hands up in annoyance, “you can’t even see the screen!” You laugh, brushing your fingers through his tufts of hair, “Not the point.” You grind down on him again, and his hands immediately find their previous place on your hips. He groans, “Oh, fuck off.”

He doesn’t turn away from your teasing movements of pleasure, the grinding of your hips as you dry-hump him. The sight of you on top like this, all pretty for him as your lips meet again is enough to slowly rope him towards his high. Even though this isn’t enough to make you come, the picture of him coming in his pants just from this is enough to satisfy you.

Low groans, ragged breathing low in your ears as you bring him closer to an orgasm accompanies your movements. Your lips find his neck, biting down of his soft flesh and eliciting a throaty groan and a jut of his hips, you suck on the tender skin before finding another unmarked patch of skin to bite down on next. “Y’know doll, I could’ve made this a lot better for the both of us if you weren’t so fucking stubborn.” He takes over the grind of your hips, pushing you down harder and grinding you back and forth over his hard-as-a-rock dick. He hums lowly, returning the marks you’ve left on him as his teeth bite down on your shoulder.

The pain pulls a whine from you, your nails digging into his shoulders as he gives the bite mark a lick and a kiss. Keegan’s hips lift to grind up on you, a string of curses filling the room between each kiss, each hickey sucked into your neck as he finds his way up to your ear.

The movie is long forgotten, and the desire to feel him inside you takes its place in your mind. Keegan gives your earlobe a little lick, places a kiss on the sensitive skin right underneath your ear before he whispers, right into your ear, “Wanna stretch you out with my cock, baby, need to see how that pretty face looks when you take me…” Fuck, and if your previous desire for him wasn’t enough…

The gravelly sound of his voice is breathier when he nears his orgasm, you can tell he’s close, his thighs jutting forwards to meet your movements. Keegan’s hold on your hips is rougher and less careful, nothing like the way he’d caress your body in the mornings while you were still just waking up. His head lolls back, falling against the couch cushions, but his gaze doesn’t leave you. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, a useless attempt at quieting the noises that leave him.

Your hand feels its way down his chest, grazing his happy-trail underneath his shirt before it stops at the prominent bulge in his sweats. The added pleasure of your hand palming him through the material, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive cock has him producing throaty groans you gladly devour. His cheeks are pink with what you suspect is both embarrassment and heat.

When his orgasm finally hits him, it lasts for several seconds as he wraps his arms around your torso to press your body against his. “Ohhh, fuckk..” He groans, his cum seeping through his sweats and darkening the fabric around his head. You grind onto him deeply, coaxing his high to stretch out for longer as more, low-sounding hums of pleasure sound deep from his chest.

Your hand shucks his sweatpants down his thighs, your fingers wrap around his wet, softening cock. You guide him into your needy hole, his little sound of surprise and pleasure making your stomach flip. His hands pull the hem of your shirt up, demanding you to put your arms up, a giggle escaping you at his unconcealed eagerness. “Fuck…” he groans, sucking on your nipple as his hand fondles your boob, pulling and tweaking at your sensitive nipple roughly. You feel his cock swelling in size, stretching the walls of your pussy. His voice is rough, throaty as he speaks in between the kisses and bites he places on your tits. “These gorgeous fucking tits…”

You ground your hips onto him, feeling his cock pressing deeply into the bruised walls of your pussy, sore from the rough pounding he’d given you the previous day, your hand fondling his balls as you ride him. He grabs your waist before flipping you around, your back hitting the cushions before you realise what’s happened. “Hands and knees, c’mon.” He orders you, leaning back into a kneeling position on the couch, his dripping cock on display. You’re almost drooling at the sight, fuck.

You feel his body lean over your, back arching and your tits squished against the cushions. The hair covering his body tickles you, the happy trail running down his stomach, the beads of sweat on his toned skin up against you as his hand wraps around your throat. There’s black ink needled into the skin of his bicep, the sleeve tat you love to trace, the initials of his comrades whom had passed on swirled into an intricate, black tattoo, fitted in with the design so well they could pass as insignificant details if you didn’t look for long enough to map them out.

He guides the head of his cock into your aching pussy, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him, his hot mouth pressing kisses to your shoulders, the thin skin of your upper back. His pace is fast, hard cause he thinks it’s what you deserve for teasing him for so long, and cause the jiggle of your ass when his thighs pound into you makes him crazy. The sound of your wet cunt as his cock rams into you, the soft ‘fap’ ‘fap ‘fap’ of your plush thighs, it’s got his head spinning.

Your mouth hangs open, loud and unashamed moans spilling out as the head of his cock kisses the your g-spot. You’re embarrassingly close already, all the tension and desire inside of you threatening to burst, and his heavy balls hitting your clit with every thrust has your head woozy, his hand squeezing around your throat swirling every motion of his hips, every delicious moan sounding out of his pretty, pink lips together, the city lights you spot through the windows, the warmth of his skin against yours, all a blur replaying in your head, you feel drunk off of him and the pleasure he gives you.

“Y’gotta quiet down, sweet thing, gonna wake the neighbours up if you keep making all that noise.” He murmurs. He sounds strained, like he can’t get the words out without his voice breaking, not with how you’re squeezing around him so perfectly. “Feels too fucking good, Keegan, I can’t even think, I swear-“ Your voice is so weak, so fucking brittle and all breathy, cut off by your own moans of pleasure. The grip Keegan has on your throat loosens, his fingers tracing your bottom lip before they slip into your waiting mouth, stifling your sounds. They taste of him, the fingers that press on your tongue, the sensation just adding to the spinning colours in your head.

Your lips wrap around his fingers, sucking, nibbling the taste of him, your saliva coating them, drool running down the side of your mouth just like your drooling pussy coats his cock and the sides of your thighs. “Love making a mess of you, baby, fuck…Fucking love making a mess of you with my cock..” he murmurs, licking a strip up your neck. You bite down on his fingers when the hand keeping your hips in place shifts to rub at your swollen clit, sloppy with his movements as his fingers rub harsh circles over your clit. “Fuck, Keegan, m’so…ah, I’m so fucking close, Kee!”

“Yeah, I know baby, need to feel you cum on my cock, c’mon,” he groans, the way he gets more vocal when he’s close, the delicious, deep sounds that leave him making you clench around his cock. “Thaats it, good girl…fuuck, m’close.” Your cunt spasms around him, your mouth falling open as shocks of pleasure has your thighs going slack, his fingers dragging out of your mouth to wrap around your hips, keeping you up to fuck into you. His fingers smack over your clit, dragging out your orgasm. “Oh fuck…fuckkk,” he moans, his hips finally slowing down as his hot spend fills you up. He bites down on your shoulder, the pain mixing into the feeling of overstimulation as Keegan’s hips drag his cock back and forwards slowly, your cunt squelching with his cum.

He pulls out, falling next to you and pulling your body close to him, his breath heavy with the quick rise and fall of his chest. “Fucking angel.” He mutters into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head before he pulls the blanket over you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Check out my other Keegan fics meow😛 reblogs, likes, comments and all that are so appreciated ily

[jia127zen]

Weighted down

sungchan x fem!reader

genre: smut, semi-public sex

@pinkycraze here u go😛

any interactions are very appreciated🤍

It’s another late-night gym session, just you and Sungchan, the place practically empty except for the quiet hum of machines and the occasional clink of weights. You should be focusing on your own workout. You should be. But Sungchan’s biceps are bulging, veins prominent as he curls the dumbbells effortlessly, his jaw clenched, sweat glistening on his skin. And fuck, your brain goes straight to filth.

You imagine him above you, holding you down, those strong arms pinning your wrists while he pounds into you, relentless. You shift on the bench, thighs pressing together, trying to snap yourself out of it—

"Like what you see?"

His voice takes you back to reality. You snap your eyes up, only to be met with that cocky, stupid grin.

You don’t even bother denying it. Instead, you push yourself up and walk over to him, settling onto the bench right next to him. Your gaze drags over his body shamelessly, and Sungchan notices.

"You’re staring."

"And?" you shotback, biting your lip.

His smirk widens, eyes darkening just a little. Without another word, he reaches for his waistband, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock—already half-hard, thick and heavy between his thighs.

"Come here."

Your breath catches, but you obey instantly. You climb into his lap, straddling him, feeling the heat of him press against your soaked shorts.

"Fuck, baby," he mutters, gripping your hips. "You’re already wet?" You just nod, rocking your hips teasingly against him. That’s when he picks up the dumbbells again.

You blink. "Are you—are you seriously gonna keep lifting?"

Sungchan chuckles, rolling his hips up into you. The stretch of his sweats keeps him from fully thrusting, but the friction? It’s enough to drive you insane. "You wanted to watch me, right?" His voice is pure sin. "So sit there and take it."

His arms flex as he curls the weights, biceps bulging with every rep. And fuck, it’s too much—his cock pressing against your soaked panties, the way his muscles ripple under your hands, how effortlessly he holds you in place while still lifting.

You whimper, body already shaking. "You’re losing it already?" he teases, smirking up at you.

You try to grind down harder, desperate for more friction, but Sungchan grabs your hips, holding you still.

"Nuh-uh, baby. I set the pace."

He continues lifting, his cock pressing right against your clit with every movement. Your breath stutters, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Sungchan—fuck—"

His grip tightens, bruising. "Hold still. Let me work out." But he’s the one making you work. Your body is on fire, trembling, dripping, every slow, controlled curl making the pressure between your thighs worse and worse.

Finally, he drops the weights with a loud thud, gripping your hips with both hands.

"You wanna cum?" he breathes against your lips. "Do it while riding my cock."

you don’t need to be told twice.

♡

[theblueflower05]

Hi !!!! So I’m still new to the whole male! omega X female! alpha because I do love myself some good old fashioned sexy male protector and haven’t really read that pairing yet (I do love yours though I’m HOOKED). I don’t want to characterize male! omegas as weak (I’m not well verse in A/B/O dynamics that aren’t purely sexual) but that’s what I’ve seen in other fandoms and writings. So, how does the “protector” role play out in a male! omega x female! Alpha relationship? How would each react to their s/o getting hurt—does an omega react differently from an alpha and vice versa?

I am such a huge fan of your work queen 🙏 HAPPY PRIDE 😛💓🏳️‍🌈

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

I love talking about the Omegaverse in Pandora, I get so excited when I see asks like these!

Like, let’s talk for hours about space and alien sexuality!

Okay so this might be long winded, but I’m going to like share the brain rot:

So a lil lowdown on Omega!Neteyam. He’s a hunter, a soldier, a warrior. There’s really nothing feminine or weak about him- and he’s constantly battling the stigma around his secondary gender.

Where his softness comes to play is in the way that he cares for his loved ones. He’s a caretaker at heart, when he was little he’s lowkey loved when one of his siblings or parents would get sick because it meant he could dote on them without the sideways look. He likes hovering, he likes being intellectually intimate, he likes domestic routines.

The Omega!Males in my story don’t carry their children. There will be no mpreg here(no shame to authors who go that route that’s just my personal preference)

The Alpha!Female!Reader will carry his children.

That’s heady for Neteyam. You’re the center of his universe. Their designations just make it more intense. They share not only Tsaheylu but the mating bite. They’re intertwined on like a whole other level(I’m crying because why can’t things like this be real. I wanna merge souls with my partner ugh)

Neteyam is extremely possessive and protective over you. Especially when he’s close to a heat or your close to rutting. He doesn’t want to share what’s his, after so long of denying himself the love and attention of an Alpha, he’ll be damned if anyone else thinks that they can vie for it.

He’s a large man. Tall and broad. And he’s cross trained- in Omiticayan, Metkayinan and Marine combat. He’s a fucking force to be reckoned with.

He’s usually pretty mild tempered but you? Someone fucking with you? He will lose it. He sees red.

Omg omg omg we don’t even need to get into what he’s like when you’re pregnant. He’s all over you. He’s fused to your side. He’s hissing at everyone- even your own father- if they get too close.

If anything idk. I think him being an Omega and the mating bite and the fact that he’s YOURS makes him so much more protective of over you.

[starryhiraeth]

GuUuauauUuUYyYyYYSsSSSSss!!!!!!

I actually love these results, anyone else do this quiz ?

1. (My mate) Rhys, not me kicking my legs and blushing😋🥰

2. A little scared of Beast boy but if I got him in some therapy?…

(ALSO, what’s with the order here?! What am I?! Feyre?!) (id kinda love that tho😏)

3. Who doesn’t love Azriel ?!

4. Sun daddy ☺️

5. Who am I to deny the lord of bloodshed 😛

6. Tarquin, Again, look at the order, I am Feyre, Feyre is me

7. Lucien, I’m a little shocked that Mr Handsome Mc Scarface is so far down but I still simp

8. Kallias, Sadly I just don’t know him like that 😔…yet

9. Fire boy, okie on a real note I’m sad he this low but oh well

10. Varian, He’s hot but he’s Amren’s and I’m not tryna fight her 😵

[moviestarmartini]

hey girly pop, i stumbled upon you account. i dont actually know what i came on here to say lmao but im also a real fan and this is my second season watching. i saw your last post about tebas/ dani olmo, i wanted to know what thats about lmao.

i dont really have any real friends or anything or someone to talk about real too so your page is fun

omg hii, welcome in ! i’m glad you like what you’ve seen in this mess so far 🤓 i ended up talking A LOT so under the cut is the whole explanation + my opinion on the whole registration situation 😛😛

the whole dani olmo (& co because there’s another guy who’s having issues getting registered) situation is basically barcelona being painfully broke and it finally catching up to them. after a few good years of horrendous financial decisions under bartomeu (namely greizzman & coutinho), they settled in some really bad debts which they had been paying off until this year where they’re finally managing like a normal club under the 1:1 rule (you can spend what you make) before if they wanted to sign someone they would need to make double or triple the amount of the transfer fee.

however, that doesn’t mean that they’re still not broke 😭 they A) don’t have the money for his transfer fee B) failed to register him before the deadline. now they’re scrambling off trying to register him but the appeals have been denied almost everywhere and some clubs (not ours because florentino has said he doesn’t care) are complaining that if he does get signed in, barca are getting special treatment. for now he’s a free agent but wants to stay, if they ultimately fail to sign him they need to pay his salary + €48 million to leipzig aka his previous club. he can’t play neither on the team nor go on international duty with spain.

i can’t even laugh because it’s just simply poor management, laporta is a dumb fuck and there’s literally no denying it. he should’ve seen this coming sooner and not try and sort it out last minute.

anyway, if you have any other questions or you just want to chat you can come sit here at la sobremesa how many times you’d like hehe and my messages are always open tho tumblr is BITCH and doesn’t send me the notifs often but i promise i’m friendly

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

baldurs gate 3 antic of the day (or night, it’s almost 3am rip me)

> Lae’zel expresses she wants to taste my tav’s body

> Who am I to deny her?

> She doms the living daylight out of my tav

> The next morning. I decide to talk to some companions before continuing the adventure.

> Astarion: So 👀 you and the Githyanki had a little fling last night? Don’t deny it, I heard you. 💅💅 Everyone did. Now tell me, how was it? 👀😛😏

> Astarion: but not like I wanna gossip or anything.

Like girl don’t be so nosy. But also it was fucking amazing. Tav’s entire body including her *tongue* hurting. No wonder everyone in the camp had heard them XD