#he was ovulating 😞😞😞

[puppylie]

Few issues later...

[deafcrystal1994]

I saw this suit around Twitter few days ago and got a clear vision that I'm refusing to change. This is exclusively for my gorgeous & prestigious Mr "I own the night"

C'mon imagine those hips, the legs and his sassy attitude combined with this suit. Don't listen to me I'm in that type of mood

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ BABY MOMMA. featuring k. nanami.

↻ there’s nothing nanami wants more in the world than to make you a mommy, and give you his beautiful kids.

tags : breeding kink, creampie, mommy kink (if you squint), messy sex, pet names, feral nanami, marathon sex, lactation + pregnancy (fantasized), ovulation cycle // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one’s a lil late, i’ve been busy with theme changes and real life is throwing a million and one hurdles at me and i just can’t keep up 😞 you can't tell me that nanami wouldn't be a massive family man, so here i have him completely desperate to start a family with you and give you his babies. notes and reblogs are always appreciated, and check out my masterlist for non-event based works <3 !!

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

it’s been hours. hours since nanami even proposed the idea of trying for kids, and now, it’s all he can fucking think about. 

it’s all you can think about too, given the fact that he’s fucked you out of your mind, legs numb from being in missionary for as long as you remember with nanami plunging in and out of you, the tip of his cock nudging your cervix with every single thrust. 

it’s repetitive. it’s addicting. 

“hah- kento, can’t take no more…” your voice is a sheepish babble, nails digging into his back as tears stream down your face. “ ‘s too much, ken, please–“

nanami grunts in your ear, hips never ceasing movement as he ruts into you. “g’na have to, sweetheart. this one’s gotta take.”

he said that about the last one, and the one before that, and the one before that… and fuck, you can’t keep up with how many times he’s said it because he’s been going at it for so long with only one goal in mind. 

he’s gonna give you kids. he’s gonna make you a mommy, and you’re gonna raise his kids with him as his wife. 

it’s all he’s ever wanted. it’s all he’s ever dreamed of, and when he watches you lounge around the house wearing nothing but a bra and his oversized dress shirt and a wedding ring fit snugly on your finger, he really can’t stop himself from imagining what you would look like with a swollen tummy, breasts spilling out of that same bra. 

“g’na give you my kids baby…” he’s rambling half out of his ass, his brain scrambled by pure need. “gonna make my girl a mommy. you’re gonna be a great mommy, aren't you?”

he’s brought up the topic before. it was never anything serious, just asking you what you would prefer and never really thinking of his own volition. you had always agreed with him wholeheartedly, and it would somehow lead to the two of you cooing over baby clothes and strollers but never anything more. 

nanami is fucking sick of it. he’s sick of fawning over the idea and not doing anything about it. sure, you’ve made love a couple of times, but it never held any true intent, focusing on the pure need to give each other pleasure. 

well, now, nanami needs more than pleasure. he needs to see you with that swollen tummy and those massive leaky tits, and there’s only one way to do that; fucking you within an inch of your life and cumming in your cunt until it finally takes. 

“kento–“ you seemingly haven’t gotten bored of it yet, despite having been at it for over two hours. your back still arches with every bump to your cervix, nails still raking down his back as his sweaty chest squashes your own. “this one’s gonna take, promise.”

“i can’t be sure of that,” he states matter-of-factly. “although your tracker says you’re ovulating, we can’t just trust that once or twice will be enough.” is he sure of this fact? no, but he is sure that you feel too damn good to stop, even though he’s already finished inside of you enough times to guarantee your pregnancy ten times over. 

you just look so beautiful beneath him. you wear the radiance of sex extremely well, eyes fogged over and mouth hanging open as your steamy pants echo in his ear. you’re borderline intoxicating, and that’s why nanami can’t stop, even though he knows you need him to before you pass out. 

“look at me, angel. i wanna see you.” you weakly turn your cheek away from the pillow and look up at him, lips stained a gorgeous red and swollen from his kisses. “you’re gonna be such a pretty momma.”

your eyelids flutter and your back arches weakly as you cum again for the final time, garbled moans of nanami’s name flooding from your throat. despite the longevity of your session, your cunt still manages to squeeze around him impossibly, and nanami groans deeply, arms sliding around your hips as you pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

“kentooo…”

“i know, baby, i know.” the sheets are soiled with your sweat and his, and the tight clampdown of your walls propels him to cum one final time, hips flush against your twitching clit as he pumps you full. 

you both stay like that for a beat, nanami folded over your twitching body before he finally pulls out slowly, and when he does, the sight he’s met with is so incredibly dirty that he can barely believe he was the one to reduce you to such a mess. “oh, angel…”

copious amounts of his release flood from your cunt, leaving a translucent pool on your sheets. whilst he absolutely loves the sight and wishes to brand it on the forefront of his brain, nanami’s goal is still clear as day. 

he leans down and kisses your overstimulated clit, fingers dancing around your twitchy hole and gathering up his release before pushing it back inside with a curl of his fingers that makes you want to scream. 

“can’t waste any, my dear, or it might not take, remember?” when he looks up at you from in between your trembling thighs, the look on his face is nothing short of depraved, blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks stained red with excitement. 

“can’t wait to see my girl become a mommy.”

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[gutlessbarbara]

; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝ 

†

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

    Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

    To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

    Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

    Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

    "I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

    "He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

    How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

    "Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

    Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

    "Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

[dipperscavern]

dippy I'm in absolute need of more father!cregan🙏🙏 I'm ovulating and I can't stop thinking about giving him a whole litter of pups babies that hang from his arms like monkeys😞 + he'd be sooo doting ughh I'm unwell

ykw you’re so real cause i’m always in need of father cregan.

you already have two pups & are pregnant with your third, and even worse, you’d give him as many as he asks for :( cause he’s so dad. watching him teach your two boys how to shoot a bow an arrow, correcting their form as they focus on their target. your other boy, waiting for cregans instruction, smiling n waving when he sees you watching. you have a hand on your stomach, and wave back with a smile of your own (your boys adore you and cregan)

and your boys tell you alllll about it during supper. recounting with big grins on their faces how they almost got the center twice, and didn’t miss once. apparently, they almost killed a rabbit — & they give all credit to their teacher.

n cregan tells you about how it really went after you tuck your boys in for bed, and you’re readying yourself for sleep. how a rabbit scampered by and scared one so bad he yelped and dropped his bow entirely. but even so, they didn’t do terribly. one has lots of natural talent, and cregan even thinks he could make a fine archer one day :( <3

[tttt06]

I LOVE THAT YOUR FAST, most of these writters dont do that😞 BUUTTT, i need a nicho smut, have you guys seen the dance challenge he did? the shake it to the max dance on tiktok? HOLY FUCK. i mean that look in him, reader is ovulating and its more clingy that normal, squeezing his cheeks and kissing him… but not normal kisses, soft passionate kisses, on the cheeks on the neck and on the lips…nicho notices that and gives reader the best sex of her life

OU GIRL I GOT YOUUUUUU!

Ya'll know how much I love me some Nicho

So Sensitive

IdolNicholas x Blackreader

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Synopsis~ Oh! You were ovulating and Nicho was just being his same sexy self. You can't help what happens. You can't control your urges.

Warnings~ Oral (Receiving)

Word Count~ 1.1k

Uh oh. That's what you said to yourself when you were in the car with Nicho. You were on your way home from his practice session. You just wanted to go home.

But you felt it.

The feeling of liquid gushing from your hole. It could only mean one thing.

"Baby, I need to go to the bathroom."

Nicho stopped talking as he looked at you, "You gotta pee?"

You said, "Yeah... let's go with that."

Nicho laughed, "You gotta poop?" You rolled your eyes, "Please. Just drive a little faster."

He followed your instructions, driving a lot faster.

Nicholas got you home 15 minutes faster, and you covered your bottom as you ran for the bathroom.

You pulled your pants down, ready to stick a pad on, only to see an almost transparent liquid in your panties. You took a deep breath as you switched your panties.

Thank god, I'm just ovulating.

You walked out of the bathroom with an easy smile on your face. Nicholas asked, "You alright?"

You nodded, "Yeah. Just hungry."

Nicholas smiled, "I ordered from that chicken place you like ten minutes ago."

You smiled, "Perfect!" You walked to your bedroom, and Nicho followed. You scrolled on your phone, and your boyfriend showed up. He was dancing to some TikTok you've seen everywhere.

Nicholas snatched your phone, "That's embarrassing!"

You smiled, "You are dancing to my kind of music. I love it."

Nicho always got embarrassed when doing more afro-centric dances because his girlfriend is black. You always encouraged it, though. You thought it was hot.

You watched your boyfriend look at the message dinging on your phone. It was from Ej. Nicholas said, "Ej asked if you could bring the jersey tomorrow?"

You nodded, "Yeah."

Nicho was about to start texting him back, but at this point, you weren't paying attention. Nicholas looked so fine.

Your heart was racing, pussy throbbing.

You leaned in and unexpectedly kissed him.

He laughed and kissed you back. It was a peck, but then you started getting heated.

Your hands squeezed his forearm. Nicholas was trying to keep up but couldn't. His dark eyes stared at you as you frantically kissed him.

You sucked on his tongue and peeked at him. His eyes were open and watching. You squeezed your eyes shut. Nicholas let his hands get trapped in your hair as he pulled you in deeper.

His dick twitched under you, and you whined. Nicholas pulled away, "Why are you so sensitive all of a sudden?" His tone was as gentle as usual, but it came out so heated.

You pulled his shirt as you kissed his neck. You sucked, and Nicholas relaxed under you. You pulled away and looked at your boyfriend. His eyes were closed.

You smiled and pulled his cheek. "You're so cute." Nicho opened his eyes and glared at you. "Hey. Not cute. I'm sexy."

You kissed his cheeks. Nicholas couldn't stop staring at you. "So clingy."

You said, "I'm sorry." Nicho clarified, "I like it when you get like this."

He flipped you two over, and your hands cupped his cheeks. His hand lingered over yours as he stared at you affectionately. "You're super horny right now."

You nodded, "Nicho, I'm ovulating."

His eyes widened as his cheeks flushed red. His tone was even as he played it off, "Let me help you with that."

His hand traveled under your shirt, sliding against your soft, bare skin. You started untying your pants as you begged, "I need you now, Nicho."

He was still your gentle giant. He slid your underwear and sweatpants off. His finger traced over your clit as he looked at you, "You're gushing."

His head dove in. His tongue collected your slick as he hummed. "You taste sweet."

Your hands slid to his head. Your fingers got tangled in his hair as you heard him slurp against you.

His finger rubbed slow, deliberate circles over your bud. You were shaking and whimpering.

Nicho hummed, "So sensitive." 

The vibration sent a wave of pleasure up your spine. You squirmed. Nicho held your hips down and shoved three fingers in. You gasped from the feeling of him slipping right in.

You arched your back as Nicholas slid in and out from your hole. His tongue is now sucking hard over your clit. You moaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

Nicholas curled his fingers just right. His fingertip brushed over that sensitive area in your walls as you shook.

Your body relaxed in ecstasy. Liquid sprayed from your clit as you yelled, "I'm cumming!" Nicho didn't stop. He loved it when you go like this. You were so aroused today.

Your body was reacting to every touch like a weakness.

Nicholas swallowed down your release. He came back to your lips and seeped into them.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you tilted your head right. Nicholas was squeezing your tit as the other hand caressed your thigh. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you thrust into his pelvis.

"You want more, baby?" You whined, "I'm not done."

You and Nicho threw off your shirts.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you toward him. Your body slid over the bed sheets as you waited for him. He slid his pants low and slipped out his dick. He was hard and leaking.

You whimpered, "Go easy on me."

He gave you an evil look, "When don't I?"

He angled his dick into your folds, and he slipped right in. There was no struggle.

You gasped and frantically tapped his shoulder. That was a signal to move. You were unable to speak.

Nicho grunted, "So fucking tight." Your legs were shaking as you took him in. He hit every spot imaginable with his dick.

You felt him dig deep as he hit your spot with no hesitation. You moaned, and Nicho kissed your neck. "Fuck! Nicho! I-"

Nicho shushed you with a kiss. His hips moved slowly but calculated. You clenched around him. Nicho groaned loud and long.

He knew you were close because of how high pitch your moans started getting.

You said, "I'm close!"

Nicho heard the squelch of your pussy and sighed, "So fucking wet, baby. Fuck! So cute when you get like this."

He slammed into you, rhythm getting faster. Your pussy clenched again as you said, "I'm gonna cum!"

Nicho beat his cock into your hole. His cock was a shape your hole could never forget. He fucked you until you twitched. Your body shook uncontrollably.

You were grabbing at his neck and shoulders as a muffled moan hit his chest. You were biting his collarbone as a way to keep quiet. He pulled away to stare at you.

"Fuck. You do so well under me."

You sighed, "I don't think I'll ever cum like that again."

Nicho quirked his eyebrow, "Oh yeah?"

He flipped you over and slipped right back into your hole.

[merakiui]

ruggie - starving rn. lemme feast between your legs.

Reader - sorry cant 😞 im on my period right now

Ruggie - even better ill be over in 5 mins

Reader - 😳

Ruggie who eats you out like you’re his final meal… orz he doesn’t care about the mess as he enthusiastically laps at your folds and tastes your blood on his tongue. He doesn’t say much while he’s buried between your thighs, aside from making the occasional pleased hum or groan. You have no idea how crazy you drive him when he’s sober. Just a while back he caught scent of you when you were ovulating and it completely threw him off! All he could think about was fucking you because you smelled so good, more so than usual, and he didn’t think it was possible to top your lovely scent. >_< there is no logic to be found in a horny beastman’s brain. It’s just instinct and the carnal desire to breed.

Hehe imagine gasping so loudly and throwing your head back as you grind against his face. Even though he’s drunk, it still feels like pure skill. He knows just where to touch you and when, grinding his thumb down into your clit while stuffing his tongue inside your tight, gummy walls. Maybe he alternates at some point, replacing his tongue with fingers while he sucks at your clit. And he rocks his hips against the bed to get some friction for his painfully hard dick.

He’s just so insatiable! Ruggie doesn’t want to stop now. Even when you’re grabbing at his hair and crying out in overstimulation, no matter how many times you’ve already came, he can’t bring himself to stop. You taste too good. You sound too sweet. It’s addictive.

You yank his head up and away from your slick pussy to look at him, and his eyes are blown so side and his mouth is shiny with your blood. He’s just so dazed, actually drunk but also drunk off you and your taste and smell.

Next time you’re ever on your period and want to do this again, just send him a text. He’ll be over in an instant. <3

[toxic3mmy]

I’m having a bad case of baby fever since I’m ovulating hard and I need fic of quackity with gf who’s ovulating like crazy and who’s begging for a baby

ooo baby fever!!! the only person in the world that i would ever want a baby w is alex😞😞 but yes, i got u my lovely <33 thx for the request

[also it cane out a bit diff than what u asked for im sorryyyy!! dont hate me bbg💔💔]

prompt: alex dealing with a baby fever filled gf

no smut but mentions of it ofc!!

everywhere you look, there’s babies. on tv commercials, at your job, even at the grocery store there’s always a baby who won’t stop smiling and cooing your way.

and who would make a cute baby? alex, your boyfriend, that’s who!

he has sparkling honey brown eyes with dark lashes framing them perfectly. his fair skin that has freckles and beautiful face moles. and his hair! he has a full head of hair that would look absolutely perfect on a sweet little baby.

lately, on your free time, you were indulging in this want and need and desire for a baby of your own. you were sneakily watching mommy and baby vlogs. you loved seeing their belly grow and their journey through their pregnancy. you even subscribed yourself to a baby magazine and it was what you looked forward to every time you checked your mail.

but you hid all of this from alex. you knew he probably wouldn’t understand. just how most men don’t understand why women obsessed over weddings and wedding planning. it also didn’t help that you were definitely ovulating.

and right now, you were sat listening to your boyfriend going on about his day. well, not really listening. more like admiring him and imagining him as a father and wow did that turn you on.

“what about you? how was your day?” alex asked suddenly

“oh, you know, i mostly just did my online coursework and cleaned the house a bit. i’ve been bored since you went out..” you said, trying to be inconspicuous

“trust me, i missed you too. now let’s eat. the food you made smells amazing” alex said, getting up to serve himself a plate

he served two plates of food, one for you and one for him. the two of you ate in mostly silence, with casual conversation here and there. once you finished eating, alex offered to wash the dishes since you did the cooking.

you sneakily pulled out your phone and scrolled through your pinterest. of course, you had baby related posts all over your feed and you loved it.

“babe.. this sponge sucks. where are the new ones we got the other day?” your boyfriend asked

“should be in the drawer next to the stove” you absentmindedly responded, eyes glued to your phone

alex opened the drawer and found your stash of baby magazines. he wasn’t blind, he knew what you had been obsessing over lately. this was the perfect time to bring it up. so he grabbed a sponge and washed the dishes. after drying his hands, he turned to face you.

“so… you’ve only been studying all day huh?” alex smirked, holding up one of your prized magazines

your eyes widened. you were at a loss for words.

“i-i uh… my sister is pregnant and um she sent me those to help her pick stuff out and—”

“hmm, addressed to our home to ms. y/n” alex interrupted

“do you think i don’t know by now? i see the way you’ve been looking at anything baby related online. i know you always volunteer to do the grocery shopping just for the chance of running into some mother with a baby… my question here is, why hide it?”

“i didn’t think you’d understand… i know how guys get when their girlfriends start talking about babies and i don’t know. i didn’t want to upset you. i didn’t want to make things weird between us..” you explained softly, expecting alex to get upset

he walked closer to where you were sitting and tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

“i could never be upset with you princesa. you don’t have to hide things like this from me. you know i love kids just as much as you do” he reassured you

you nodded sadly, still feeling a sense of guilt.

“why don’t we start trying?”

your eyes lit up and a huge grin was etched onto your face.

“you really mean it?” you asked and alex nodded with a smile on his face

“i would just adore having a little munchkin running around here. i think you’d be a spectacular mother y/n. i can just imagine them having your big ‘ol eyes and your pretty lips” he caressed your face sweetly

“and your gorgeous freckles… oh my god alex! we would have the most adorable baby in the whole wide world! do you actually want to start trying?”

“yes i do, princesa. we’re in a good place financially and also in a healthy place in our relationship. i wouldn’t want to have a baby with anyone else but you” he smiled

“you’re going to be such an amazing dad. you don’t know how much i’ve daydreamed about you holding our baby in your strong sexy arms. the way you would be super protective over them. i just know you’d have our baby on your chest at all times. you’re so innocent and precious and so so good with kids alex. you are definitely daddy material” you stood from your seat and reached out to hold his hand

“also.. i may or may not pay attention to your ovulation period…” he said seductively

“what?! why? you’re a weirdo!” you teased him

“no! i mean i pay attention to when you write those notes on our calendar! you freak” alex was red in the face and you couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered expression

while you were too busy laughing, he suddenly stood up and pushed you against the wall nearby, trapping you there.

“you’re probably really sensitive right now, aren’t you?” his voice came out in a darker tone

“m-maybe…”

“let me make love to you, princesa. quiero impregnarte ahora mismo. quiero que me sientes y que sientes que te hago la mama de mis hijos chula…” he said, making sure to kiss your neck while he spoke

all you could do was nod. his words alone made you so wet and needy for him already.

“i’ll make sure that after tonight, you’ll definitely become a mother” he smirked, dragging you to your shared bedroom

[hyukasmiles]

—Jungkook—

Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW// baby trapping// unprotected sex// NOT PROOFREAD

Nobody look at me 😞

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You haven’t been with Jungkook long- like three months max- but you’ve always moved fast. It doesn’t help that he moves faster, telling you he loves you after the third date and begging you to move in with him after a month.

Jungkook is loaded too so it’s easy for him to convince you to quit your job and “work” for him. You just need something to do, or a little job security, or whatever other excuse you tell yourself while dumping your birth control into the toilet.

So you have a plan and it’s set into motion when you get a little notification on your phone about your ovulation window.

You try not seem to desperate while you pant into Jungkook's mouth as his fingers dip into you again and again, “Come on, sweet thing, hurry up and cum so I can fuck you.” He groans, circling your clit with his thumb. Pressing your knees against your chest he stares at your cunt as you shake and whine and cum around his pretty fingers.

He lets you rest for a second while he rummages through the bedside table, you know what he’s looking for and you know he won’t find it. “We’re out.” You whine, wrapping your arms around his middle- tracing his abs with the acrylic nails he paid for. “Jus’ fuck me raw, I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?” Jungkook turns to lay back in bed, picking you up and setting you on his sweatpants covered crotch. “It’s risky.”

“No it’s not, just pull out, ‘kay?” You grind down on his hard length, smirking as he nods along. “Wan’ me to ride?” You whine and lean down to kiss him. Jungkook nods, pinching your sides.

“Since you're so eager.” He lifts your hips up to kick his sweats off, dropping you and letting you take complete control after. His hands rest on your thighs as you reach down in between your bodies and pump his length.

Jungkook is a whiney guy and it’s worse when you’re on top. You think he’s probably playing it up as he throws his head back and forth while you line up the fat tip of his dick with your entrance. “God- I- you’re so fucking tight, baby.” He rocks his hips up into yours, tightening his hold on you.

You bounce on his lap with an unprecedented amount of energy, pushing against his chest and arms to steady yourself. You breathe out a whine of his name and slide a hand down to run fast circles on your clit.

“Your pussy is so good, ‘m gonna cum.” Jungkook groans, grabbing onto your hips and bucking up into you. “Get off, I’m close-“ He groans, grabbing you by the waist. He’s whining at you to stop and about how he’s gonna cum but he’s doing most of the work at this point, holding you still as his hips jump up to chase his high.

Your Chests press together as he fucks you, your mouth falling open as you moan. Drool slips out of your mouth as he uses one of his hands to press your fingers against your clit. “Fuck- J-“ You gasp into his shoulder. You twist his hair in between your fingers and you bite into his shoulder in an attempt to stabilize yourself.

“Stop-“ You don’t know if he’s talking to you or himself because he continues to fuck you, your body almost limp in his hold as tries to sit you back up. “Loosen up- babe, making me stay in.” Your head lolls to the side as you try to rock your hips in rhythm with his. “‘s not fair- god”

Jungkook cums so much, floods your cunt and then some. It feels so good, your own orgasm sparking to life soon after. “Jung-“ You’re interrupted by a whine from the man under you as more and more cum fills you up.

“Fuck- that lasted so long.” He pants. You sink down one last time and stay there, his eyes are burning into yours. “Your cunts perfect- ‘m sorry- shoulda pulled out-“

“It’s ok, we’re safe.”

It’s three months later when you act all surprised with a positive pregnancy test in your hands, telling him you don’t know how it could’ve happened.

—

Inbox always open

[screampied]

Ok but like imagine virgin reader with nanami for the first time and he praises her for taking him soo well and being so good for him and holy fuck im ovulating and i need him so bad

oh this is . nanami’s such a praise king 😞😞😞 he’d talk you through it the entire time. “there we go,” or “my girl. that’s it, hold onto me.” CREAM EVERYWHERE EXPLOSIONS MY LEG

[lay-z]

I'm ovulating and single. Where's Simon to break his dick?

Please don't break the poor lad. He's been through enough already 😞

If you need someone to soothe the ache, may I suggest Captain Price? *slaps his ass* Most trusted stallion in the stable, very eager to breed.

Or—my personal favourite—you take Kyle and Johnny to double-team up on you. I promise you'll be satisfied by the end of the night. The limp usually goes away after a few days of rest 🥰

[antoncore]

https://www.tumblr.com/antoncore/771300450487222273/antons-bulge-on-my-feed-again-i-need-to-ride?source=share

wait. this is hot! imagine you caught him laying on the couch, jerking off, eyes closed while moaning your name. i'll waste no time, gonna ride his huge cock and take a good care of him GOD i need that so fucking bad 😞

-🍄

ehehehe same🤭 god he’s so big and thick i just know he’d fill you absolutely full </3 going insane rn tbh i think i could be ovulating or something…

[sincerelyaudri]

11 and 20 for the sexy ask game!! -@chickenstriptease

mac :o now what do you wanna know outta me…

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

scandalous! …mmm okay i own a few lowkey but my favorite one is this pretty lavender baby doll :) it’s not see through or anything, it’s satin! n it’s got these little makeup icons on it and it’s got spaghetti straps that you have to tie up. it’s really pretty n soft and makes me feel cute :3

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

….mac i don’t like you anymore :( this is so mean i thought we were friends :( why would you do this to me :( i don’t even see anyone like that why would you—

okay like right now right now? @/kanonb @/kiryucutie @/seishuinc and/or @/kinghaitani and let me tell you why

kanon - he can probably match my freak like…it’ll take him a brick to unlock the freak but i think he could match it

kiryu - self explanatory but also i think? he’s like…more than meets the eye? i don’t know but sometimes when he looks at me something feels…off….and i wanna unlock it. idk :(

seishu - …😞 can u rlly blame me

ran - in reality like frfr if we’re being really real i really mean both…like…both…….but i’m to embarrassed and honestly like genuinely a little scared to admit that with my full chest so i’m only gonna say the older one because. yeah 😭

nobody perceive me if you perceive me i’m telling keisuke y’all are ovulating 😞

[bluemerakis]

watching s3 of the boys was a bad idea bcz a bitch ( me ) is ovulating I'm basically going feral over ben ( or jensen in general tbh- )

that scene of him like smoking the halothane like SIR YOU'RE SO UNNECESSARILY ATTRACTIVE WTF.

"buddy you think you look strong? ....you're wearing cape." ....goodbye mera is was nice knowing you I can't go on like this-

he’s so freaking alpha male and i’d hate it in the general public but love it in the bedroom tbh 😞🤝 don’t tempt me to watch the boys for the 10292929299th time 😭 I WILL DO IT. i have literally finished all my other shows i’ve been binging SO I HAVE THE TIME (spn stop staring at me like that) n then we can we down bad tg

the other day i was scrolling through my tiktok reposts of jensen and i cried a little 🤏 ik he’s part of some cruel experiment on how many hearts he can take and break all in the span of his lifetime bc wdym he doesn’t know i exist and i can never have him???

[celestie0]

Imagine reader pulling up to one of gojos games wearing a cheerleader outfit w the colour of his team and a jersey w his number one it and she’d have her hair a pony tail with ribbion that match the uniform 😭😭 i can see gojo being distracted from his game Bcs he saw her like that and he probs messes up ☠️☠️ bros about to get an ear-full from coach yaga

AAAAAAAAAA honestly i feel like it would be so out of character for kickoff reader to do something like this but also ✋🏼😫 i need her to just take one for the team (lol pun intended) so that i can write a oneshot where they fuck in the mens locker room after the game cuz gojo just cannot beleive she’d dress like that n sexually frustrate the fuck outta him during an important match n he loses all sense of self control the second he gets off the field 🙁🙁🙁😞😞😞…………im clenched rn

we’ll just say she’s ovulating that week or sumn n it possesses her to wear a skimpy cheerleading costume for a day 🤣🤣

i’m adding this to my ever long list of oneshot ideas 😖😖😖

[giveafike]

Hi azzie how are you??? When will you post next xxxx

Hii anon!! Sorry guys, I kinda went AWOL for a bit here, I’ve been somewhat swamped 😭 anon are you British? X hehe, just curious bc of the kisses.

I had a dream where I did a get to know me post and then got SWATTED 😭 would we want a get to know Azzie? I don’t think so, but lmk! Send questions if so (don’t SWAT team me 😭)

Writing Updates: trust, I will have Ben Shelton posts and a Jude blurb coming up eventually! If not this week, then next.

I’ve got a (albeit, belated) Halloween party coming up + a lot of work shifts this week + college starts tmr :( but I’ve got a lot of free time if I push out these assignments so..pray for me.

Azzie Updates + ChitChat: First of all I wanna say: tysm for the love on the works this past week!!!!! :,) you’re all so sweet and kind, I always say I love tumblr so much and it’s only bc of people like you guys liking and reblogging and commenting and sending me feedback that makes it such a sweet, fun, great place!

Second off, question! are any of those crazy amazing Ben Shelton TikTok editors with the freaky ass captions on tumblr? Bc I’ve been scrolling through posts all night, literally cackling at those captions and in awe of their editing skills, they need to proofread my writing drafts, they’re the realest mfs here.

I’ve just checked my inbox for the first time in a few days- YOU 🫵 😧 are FREAKYYYY AS FUCK 🫵😧 … HOLYYY SHIT???? Are we all ovulating..? The amount of NSFW requests you people want me to write, and you guys write it so sweetly too it makes me laugh sooo hard “Azzie hey girl! Love you! can you write a blurb about me and Ben and in public and he’s crazy and-” - TOUCH GRASS OH MYYYY GOD! GIRLS! Hahah kidding I’m just as bad……did you guys see that NSFW Ben Shelton tarot reading from @castingspellsanddaisies ? i am actually….feral?.. I can’t stop reading it … my face is WARM thinking about it; wdymm he’s good at it (duh ofc he is)…. Let me test that out…for research and writing purposes, obviously.

Um, anyways.. I underestimated an assignment of mine and I’ve been grinding on that (literally due in 3 hrs…almost done it tho!), I’ve another one due Wednesday + uni starts back tomorrow and I’ve got to go for attendance, so I’m prob pulling an all-nighter tonight 😵‍💫 im SICK of university and im sick of STEM, i deserve to be living the Morgan Riddle life but Ben Shelton edition. Sorry not sorry!

I’ve also been super badly sick, I passed out at work the other day and I’ve got no appetite whatsoever, I had a fever earlier this week - idk what’s going on w me! Autumn-winter always makes me feel like I’m a Victorian child. I feel wayyyy better than how I did a few days ago, but I’ve trying to take it easy and relax a bit, pls forgive me 😓

maybe tmr after I finish all my pending works I’ll write smut in the library…like a freak 💀😭 we’ll see anyways, good chat, back to my assignment I go 😞