#mark pleaaaaase

[klickklackwack]

-> open tiktok

-> first video

-> caption: ”the most attractive man to ever grace the grid” and it’s starting from dark screen

-> i wonder who this is about

-> it is a Mark Webber edit

-> IT IS A MARK WEBBAH EDIT

-> oh yessssssss

[corpsedork]

family drive :-) (infected wanted pizza and there was a family discount so mark gets to come)

[toter-welpe]

Uhm actually I am jus a buppy :3 And and I need collared and dragged around and put in purses and ordered around cause, buppy brain smoll, but like having owner ^w^

[malwarechips]

playing pokemon violet and my starter Nugget just evolved and now he's fully evolved and im SO happy . my boy . look at him go look at my boy. i love this silly lizard i love him i lobe nugget .

[elsecrytt]

okay but jjk somnophilia is like

gojo "please please pleaaaaase let me put it in while you're sleeping PLEASE i swear i'll make you cum i proooomise please let's try it once pleeaaase. YOU can put it in ME whenever you want!!! any time any place anything you want in any of my holes!! wake me up with it!! it'll be soooo hot" satoru

vs

nanami "i have kink charts for both of us and they have sliding scales and notes section for each one. we can mark hard boundaries for what state of consciousness we want for ourselves or our partners, giving or receiving, what sex acts, etc. we'll set up a safe word and a safe gesture and then we can start trying things out" kento

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geto "sorry i fell asleep while eating you out, it will happen again. no, i won't stop eating you out when i fall unconscious. just tear me off your pussy if you don't like it" suguru

[almondmilkcleanser]

“You’re my nasty girl, aren’t you?” -Sebastian

Imagine Sebastian unhinged and in full on demon mode. The traditional formalities are over with.

y'all hoes asked for this prompt TWICE so get ready for the meal!

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The candlelight's weeping wax slid down the metal holster as the sounds of your bed's squeaks echoed in the engrossed bedroom. You could barely contain yourself as Sebastian positioned himself behind you, his palms molded around your hips, fingernails embedded in your supple, glistening flesh, and his athletic frame suited behind you.

It was a maiden's fantasy come true. To feel the entirety of Sebastian's dick inside of you, stretching your walls and pulling on your perverted flesh. His balls slapping against your quivering cunt as your moans echoed from wall to wall. You tried to run from his thrusts, you attempted to bounce forward as he rammed inside of you, but he wasn't having any of that.

Sebastian was there to fuck. Sebastian was there to fuck you, and it wasn't going to go any differently than what he planned for inside of his head.

"My my my..." his words sounded stiffened as he felt your pussy clench against him. The heated vibrations of your honeypot reverberating against his pole, sending shockwaves up and down his flesh. He was about to fucking lose it.

"Maybe I should refrain from fucking you more often. Look how much she misses me." He repositioned one of his hand to trace the lower portion of your spine with a smile, continuously drilling inside of you. his pace never faltered, but each thrust felt deeper and deeper. He french kissed your cervix, further marking your womb as his own. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, the candle wick coming closer and closer to its base but neither of you wanted to stop. Neither of you were going to stop, to be quite honest.

"Look how she pulls on me. She wants me here, huh? She absolutely adores what I do to her. Look-" he pushed deeper, making you cry out into an orgasm. As your hips convulsed on their own accord, he reached forward and grabbed you by the front of your neck, pulling you to his chest with one hand and wrapping his arm around your hips with the other, perfecting his stance to pound in you rigorously.

"Such a dirty girl. Constantly ravishing for me." He kissed your neck, growling in your ear as he felt all of you at his mercy.

"That's right. That's fucking right. Release all over me." his hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it vigorously back and forth, wanting to take it a step further.

"Oh, Sebastian, pleaaaaase!" You couldn't hold it! Your animal like cries bellowed in your bedroom as the clear liquid escaped from your crevices and soaked the bed. A smile of accomplishment spread across Sebastian's face.

"That's right." he was so pleased with you and himself. But his pounding didn't stop. Mixtures of your fluid, eachother's sweat, and the sticky viscosity escaping your pussy stained your pussy and ass as he continued to fuck the living daylights out of your begging pussy.

“You’re my nasty girl, aren’t you, Y/N? I bloody love it. Every fucking bit of it.”

send me a prompt

[n0t-y0ur-piece-0f-cake]

Hiiiiii how are you? I wanted to ask if you could do a super spicey one shot where a male yautja ends up stalking a group of girls and having his way with them in various ways, one by one but then when he finally gets to the reader he ends favoring the reader more than the other girls and ends up breeding reader until the next morning and after that he decided she was gonna be his mate 😏

A night to remember

Summary: girls night out went absolutely wrong.

Fem reader x male yautja

Warnings: NSFW, omfg where do I start, uhhh, rape/noncon, breeding, alien in a rut, drugging, violence, death, implied forced pregnancy,,,

MDNI MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

For everyone else, read at own risk.

Not proof read, English isn't my first language and this was written at 1 am.

Authors note: my first reaction when I read that request was literally 🤨🫢🫣😈 I never thought I could be capable of writing this, but it helped me through my writers block, thx <3

Preparations were always hard. But the worse was long done. Now it was only make up that was left. Tonight's Friday night. The Friday night. Where me, Michelle and Tina finally got ready for our girls night out. We planned that date for so long - Prepared for so long. The parties theme at our local club was "warrior". So the girls and me obviously had to go all overboard. It didn't matter if we went overdressed or too hard. This was and is going to be some quality time. We had so much fun putting together our costumes. Even tho it was still obvious they were part dresses still.

Tina's get up was leaning more for a samurai. Shoulderpats, chest plate - yet still revealing, and a kimono type dress - also still revealing.

Michelle was more inspired by knights. Her dress was complement nicely by a chain top and some more sliver plates on her arms and legs. As well as a cute half helmet with a gracious yellow feather. Overall not too revealing, but the dress was still short enough to almost pop her butt out.

I on the other hand? I went for something more primal. Like a hunter. A hunter you'd see in a deep forest in the stone ages. I knew all the fur would bite me in the ass at the club, but it was worth it, of course it wasnt all fur. Just a big patch of fur over my shoulder. The rest? A sweet brown dress, showing off my thighs and what was still visible of my collarbone. I even went so far and got myself a necklace with sharp teeth and some Ambers. Not sure if either were real. It was second hand. I put on some last details for my make up. Painting some face markings.

We were now ready to go.

"Wait! Hold up", Tina basically shouted out, as Michelle grabbed her heels. We all looked at Tina. She held up her arms and looked at us with a devious smile.

"We have to get a shot in, just to celebrate"

Michelle shook her head. "Come on, Tina. It's not that pricey at the club."

I looked between the two. Sighing with a smile: "But we've got to celebrate. Now that Tina's moving away."

Tina jumped up, like a kid, begging over and over. "Pleaaaaase - for me? This once, Michelle?"

Michelle was never fond of drinking before hand. Drinking in general even, only on special occasions.

Michelle places her heels back down. Giving up, for Tina's sake. Tina giggled and turned back to the kitchen. Smacking three shot glasses on the table like she's a bartender. A samurai bartender. Michelle and I smirked with Tina. When she pulled put her vodka, our eyes widen. This really was a special occasion. It was her 10 Liter vodka bottle, that she never opened. That shit cost her a fortune.

We watched as Tina opened the bottle, it emitted a cracking sound. Yes. Freshly open. It was untouched. Until now. She carefully shifted the bottle, trying to hit the shot glasses. It already made her look like she was drunk, spilling the vodka left and right. We all giggled. Tina let out a more nervous one. I couldn't watch her struggle any longer. So I held the two glasses up to the bottles head. Making it easier to pour. Michelle took the last glass and also then held it under the head. Now all three were full and each placed in a hand. We looked at each other.

"To Tina", Michelle said, holding up the small glass up and to our middle.

"To Tina." We all said out like a record. Drinking it in one go. Nothing at first. But then a weird taste emerged. I wasn't really used to pure vodka. Michelle, not at all. She coughed. But quickly swallowed her cough as quick as it came. We all chuckled together again.

"I could go for another one... now that it's open...", the bottle owner said, swaying her hip from side to side.

"No." It came out like a choir from us.

"We gotta get there before 8, otherwise, who knows how full it'll be tonight", I said, already going for the small hallway to grab my heels. Tina soon following with Michelle.

The streets were quiet. Some passerbys still on their way to wherever. We had to pass through a small patch of forest. It was lit. Michelle would have driven. If she wouldn't have drunk something. Michelle struggled in her highheels. Almost tripping every meter due to the uneven ground. So me and Tina went to each of her side. Supporting her. We finally reached the club. A big snake already formed upfront.

Tina scoffed. "Great. Are we too late already? It's not even 8 yet."

As we approached I looked at the snake of people. They didn't move at all. As we stood there at the end now too, I noticed that they didn't even open up yet. A quick glance at my phone showed me, that it was just 7:55. "We're not late, we're even too early-"

I was cut off by Michelle pointing out the variety of costumes. Tina joining in. I looked up. Yes. We were definitely not overdressed. We fit right in.

"This one's definitely a cosplayer", Michelle said.

"A good one at that", Tina chuckled. I turned my head. Looking at who they were talking about. A woman, must be around our age. She didn't dress revealing at all. It was a full set of armor. Maybe that was foam. Who knows.

I chuckled out: "Are we underdressed?"

We all laughed at that.

Finally it was time. And exactly on the clock, the security guy finally let the people in. Another one arrived, helping out, due to the long snake. He must have been waiting anyways.

After a good 15 minutes, we were up. Showing our ID, the insides of our small bags, pockets. I was good to go. Michelle too. "That's gonna be a great night", said one of the security guards as he checked Tina's matching bag. Giving it her back, she smiled at him. She was also good to go.

We turned to her. Confused. She caught on to our mimics. "Oh. Just a couple of bucks."

Inside the party hasn't fully started. No one was yet on the dance floor. More like trying to get settled and drunk enough to try and dance. We grabbed a table. Looking over the room. After some talk about Tina's plans for her new apartment she got silent. We were silent. We already told her so many times that we'll miss her. She knows that. I hope she knows that.

"I'll be right back"

She said. Turning away.

"Where are you going?", I asked her. Having to talk louder due to the booming music and her now being a bit further away.

She mouthed something that neither me or Michelle heard. Michelle shrugged. I looked around again.

"Well. Guess I should leave this shithole too, like Tina."

Michelle furrowed her eyebrows at my comment. "No you won't. Who am I gonna ball my eyes out with at the McDonalds in the drive in, after I had another shitty relationship?"

I look at Michelle surprised with a smirk. "So you admit your ex was a douche?" She rolls her eyes. Not saying another word about that topic: "just don't leave. It's already enough that Steelheaded-Tina is moving away."

Speaking of her, she finally returns. With three neon green, toxic, probably so unhealthy cocktails in her hands. She places them down in the middle of the table. A smirk so wide it's almost unsettling. It's so obvious that she really wants this night to be great. We start sipping on them. Talking about God knows what. Eventually we decided to make our way to the dance floor. Tina wasn't quite done with her drink yet. Still half way. Michelle and I already ready to go.

"Guys wait-", Michelle said, "I'll make a break for the bathroom, Tina, you better zip that unholy brewery up so we can dance after."

I look at Michelle, worried. "Want me to tag along?" Michelle shook her head. "Nah, I'm good."

With that she left. A man and a woman approached us, not long after. They started talking to me and Tina. The man seemed especially interested in Tina.

The woman turned to me. Leaning in closer to my ear after I couldn't understand her first try to talk to me.

"Do you have a tampon?" "Oh yeah"

I said. I always had one. Especially at a party. You never know. I open my bag, searching for it, in the corner of my eye, I spotted how Tina and the guy faced the dance floor. The guys hand on the table. I looked back at the now found tampon and gave it to her. She thanked me. Turning away to reach the bathroom. I looked back at Tina and the guy. They now faced each other again. He was obviously flirting, judging by his face and Tina's reactions. I couldn't hear them at all. It was too loud.

Michelle came back. Rolling her eyes at Tina and her new found partner for tonight. She was as amused as me. But deep down we were both still worried. The guy invited Tina to dance. She said yes, as they both went to the dance floor, we quickly stepped on it too, keeping a close eye on Tina.

Everything went fine up until a bit later. We noticed Tina being more tipsy. More unfocused. I gave Michelle a frown, she also caught up to my sightings. As we looked back where Tina and the guy just were, we were surprised in to see it now vacated by another person.

Our dance came out a abrupt end. Quickly glancing around the room. We spotted them. He tried to pull Tina out of the club, to the exit. Through the mass we pushed ourself through. I was first who made it out, pulling Tina to me. She almost crashed down, if it weren't for Michelle coming up in the right moment to support her as well.

The guy looked at us. Obviously distraught by us intervening. "I just wanted to get her some air."

Michelle and I looked at him. "Yeah right, fuck off." I scoffed out loud. Security already noticing the situation.

"Everything okay?"

We turned our heads to the security guard. Explaing what happened. The guard pulled the guy aside. Telling us to still get Tina outside and let her sit with us until he investigated the guy.

Indeed we sat. On a bench. Waiting. Another security guard was nice enough to give us a bottle of water. Which we made Tina drink, even tho she said she doesn't need it. After a while the other guard came back out. With a sigh he tried to tell us in a most neutral way, that he found some knock out drops a hidden pouch of the guys costume. I tried to remember. Yes. When the guy was at our table, Tina wasn't don't with her drink yet. Only before she hit the dance floor she drank. Shit.

The guy tells us to get Tina home. Maybe call a cab. If her state worsens then maybe even a ambulance. He also told us he'll make sure the police knows about that guy, and he won't ever get in again. No matter the outcome of what the police says. He asked for our numbers, in case the police has any further questions in the coming days.

With that, we were let go.

We phoned the cabs. All of them said they couldn't make it in less than an hour. So we decided to walk ourselves. We'd be home faster. We were three people. But only one completely out of it. This was a quiet town, we told ourselves. The woods were lit, so it was okay, we told ourselves. We walked.

As we reached the woods, Michelle couldn't really walk and support Tina at the same time. So after a few meters she decided to take her heels off. We were slower. But steady. Tina was being held steady.

Now that we were slower, I took in the sounds of the night. The sounds of the dark forest. The chirping of the crickets. The owl hooing. And the slight fresh breeze pushing against us. At least my fur covered shoulder wasn't getting cold.

I looked at Michelle and Tina. Tina almost asleep, yet still walking. Michelle was exhausted. Her face a bit pained from the heel-less walking. I faced back at the path. I tried to focus on what was ahead of us. Our surroundings. But... was I getting deaf? I can still clearly hear Michelle and Tina walking. But I didn't hear any cricket. No owl. The wind was still there. I felt as if the air got heavier. The owl started hooing again. Maybe I was just tired, too unfocused.

We kept walking. Half way there. The lights in the woods path, were still lit. I glanced at my watch again, as Michelle also stopped walking, taking a break. 11pm. As I waited for Michelle to gather her strength again, Tina woke up slowly from her half asleep state. Being all giggly and seeming like a high person. I took a deep breath in. Focusing on my surroundings. We have to get her to safety. The crickets and owl were still at it. Then, a crack. Silence. I assumed the animals would start again, but, the owl took flight. Flying over and away from us. I felt the aid get heavy again. I felt nervous.

"Can we keep walking?" I said, almost stuttering. Almost begging Michelle. Tina jumped off and away from our arms. "Let's camp!"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "No Tina, we can camp at your place. Where we should be right now."

Tina wanted to say something, but we were cut off by a net being launched at me and Michelle. We were trapped. Tina chuckled as she looked at us. "Spidermaaaaaaan"

Michelle was the first one to try and rip open the net, followed by me. "Looksy! I see you, handsome!", Tina cooed, she was turned away from us, pointing into the tree line, where the net came from. Our eyes already somewhat used to the dark, spotted a shape. A man? Michelle now engaged in trying to rip apart the net even more. I looked at the figure, trying to see them better. But it moved all of the sudden, launching himself with a uncanny jump towards the free standing Tina. Snatching her right up. She was pulled into the bushes. We heard it all rustle. "Oooh- manly man-", Tina cooed again, the silhouette of them indicating, she's tracing his stomach.

I helped Michelle. The net seemed unbreakable. Our initial shock calming down slowly, making us finally able to talk. "Oh my fucking god- TINA RUN!"

Michelle yelled. She was in my vision, I couldn't see what she saw. What happened with Tina or who that was.

"That is not a man!" She kept yelling.

"But he's so-" a loud scream emitted from Tina. I pushed Michelle aside as we both yelled out for her. Who or whatever it was, I pushed Tina against a tree. It's form seeming to ram its hips into her. Her screams were parallel with its thrusts. I panicked. Digging under the net with my bare hands. Michelle joined in, but she mined away the dirt with her heel.

"Wait we have a phone-" I went to grab where my bag was. But the bag was outside the net. I leaned against it, trying to reach it, pulling the hard working Michelle with me. She was caught off guard by my sudden move, making her drop. "Hey!"

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get to my bag. Even when I pushed so hard against the net, it left markings on me. Michelle caught on to me, reaching for her bag that she wore. Pulling out her phone. "THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" She starred at her screen. Empty. Trying to shut it on again, but it shut right back down before 911 could even be dialed. In a fit or more rage and desperation she smashed her phone on a rock. It shattered on the third try. She used the now smashed phone to cut the net. I took a shard as well and also tried to cut it. The yelling and screaming from Tina has stopped. Whatever it was, it wasn't human and it growled in relief.

I made it, I cut through. I quickly squeezed myself through the still somewhat smal gap I made. I ran, a trident was launched at me. Thankfully not piercing me as a tree was there, making me pinned up by the neck against it. My head was too big to try and squeeze my way out, and the trident was launched to deeply into the tree. Michelle had squeezed out too, running for me, trying to undo the trident holding me hostage. My eyes widen, the creature walked up to us. In the dim light, I myself saw, that that was no human. No animal. But a creature. Otherworldly. It wore what seemed to helmet and armor. I screamed out. Altering Michelle.

She tuned her head. I pushed her. "MICHELLE RUN-"

Michelle looked back at me, unsure. But I pushed her again. So she ran. The creature running after her now. Knowing I was pinned. I pushed against the trident again, my sweaty palms making it difficult to hold on. Or it was just launched to deep. Or both. I looked back at where Michelle had ran to. Only to see that the creature had caught up to her. Having her pinned down. She was gasping, crying. It had her pinned by the hip. I panicked again, as it kept smashing against her hips in a unholy force, making her cry and beg, I turned around, facing the tree and pushing my neck against the trident. Thank god it wasn't sharp. I pushed and pushed. It hurt so much, but I did it, I fell back, the top of the trident scraping against my exposed shoulder and arm. The furred shoulder was fine. I didn't mind the blood. I picked up the trident, looked into the direction Tina was, I couldn't belive my eyes.

She was dead. Her thigh, and neck bruised and bloodied. Only then realising, that her body and head didn't add up. It twisted her head and broke her neck.

I took my eyes off her, facing to Michelle and that... creature. I quickly ran towards them, at first it didn't seem to notice me. But as he did, shortly before I could react in time, he got up, I quickly jolted the trident to the side, falling a bit on Michelle. In the short second I laid on her, my head next to hers, it seemed she was still breathing, but barely.

The creature tried to get ahold of the trident. Grabbing it, and pulling it away from me. But I held it firmly. It started to slip from my hands as it used more force. So I quickly pulled my legs up and kicked against the tridents pole, stabbing it at it with my full force. It didn't hit him directly, but a spot that wasn't covered by its armor. It bled. Green. Neon green. As it tried to recover from its injury, I ran. Following the lights, I noticed heavy stomps behind me. They were quick. Close. I didn't dare look behind me. I knew it was... that.

I decided in a frenzy, that maybe jumping between trees might slow it down. So I went off rail, going zick zack between the trees. It seemed to help. For a while. I was still close to the paths lights, just enough so I could see. Just my luck that I spotted a axe in front of me. I abruptly stopped, grabbed it, and swung out. It jolted back, I almost hit it. Almost.

It roared out, angry, I flinched, but still held the axe steady. I once again tried to launch it at him, several times in a span of seconds. It nicked him twice. It growled and roared again, getting more and more agitated, out of no where it kicked me off my legs, making me fall down, before I could react, it grabbed my axe, as well as me, I hit a tree while I stood, a loud thuck boomed next to my ear. The axe was at my neck. I felt out a shaky gasp. I tried to look behind me, but my head was quickly pushed into the tree by its hand. The other toying with my underwear before ripping it off fully, with a single yank.

It got all close. Shoving my hips upwards and off the ground. It didn't matter to it, that it hurt me in that position. My spine felt over stretched. As well did my stomach and soon something else.

I felt its hips shuffle around, the armor plate in front of its crotch scooting over to so he could insert its otherworldly cock. No warning, no lube, no spit. That thing tore me apart with one shove. I screamed out, so high pitched you'd think I was in a Opera trying to destroy a glass. But my high pitch was soon replaced by deep screams, gasped screams. I was trying to get air. My one arm, I pressed against the tree, trying to not get myself killed whenever he pushed back in and could break my neck by this position he had me. The other was at his thigh, rather my fingertips, trying to prevent him from going to rough or too deep. Which was a lost cause. He, whatever he was, was too strong.

He kept pushing and pushing, his speed and force altered from time to time. Already making me see starts. I was already exhausted. Its grip on my head was now a tiny bit more gentle. Letting me look down. There I saw a green-white hued liquid. Which must be what I was thinking. It slowed. As it did so, my hip jolted from all that he's put me through. But to him, it must have been like invitation to keep going. He yanked me around. Facing him, still off the ground. He disposed of the axe by throwing it on the ground.

Before I could try to kick him, punch him, or anything, he held me up, in the air. No tree I could support myself on now. My hips hovered over his. And he let them crash down on his. I whimpered out again, it didn't hurt as much anymore. My fists were on his chest, I was still trying to push him away. As his hips kept rolling against mine, his clawed hand reached up to the brim of my dress, ripping it off. My boobs jiggling intensly with every deeper and faster thrust. I still pushed against him, he grabbed me by the waist and hip, his large hand being able to hold a, to him smaller creature, up like that. I saw the lit path upside down. He kept up his pace, even going rougher. Weirdly enough it felt so good, so good I let out a long restrained moan. No. I can't enjoy this.

But this feeling. Being stretched, filled out fully... the way he hits every spot. Another moan escaped my lips. My fists, now unclenched, grabbing at his stomach armor. His pace picked up. Thinking I'm trying to tell him to speed up. With that my body shivered throughout, I quickly sat myself up again on his hip, one of my hands grabbing at his shoulder. His monstrous pace not decreasing.

I leaned my head against the crook of his neck. The corners of my eyes turned black. And I screamed as I came undone on him. As I painted the green-white hued liquid on the ground with my own as well.

He still kept up the pace, not letting me recover. I insides clenched around his cock, I needed to recover but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. He now placed his arms on my shoulder. Pinning me to him as he needed to get his rut out. I moaned and whimpered against his neck, everything went more dark by each push. I didn't recognise anything anymore. Just how he felt in me. How he pushed his seed deeper and further up. I didn't know how many times he came. How long he's been going at it.

I woke up again. I was dropped down somewhat gently on the ground. Sat up on the damn tree. I looked down at myself. As he stood before me. Whenever I moved a muscle, as I tried to get up, a big drop of his green-white cum emitted from my pussy. It even appeared that my stomach was more bloated. My thighs being covered in all that liquid. I looked up at him, behind his head, were the trees heads, exposing the now dawning morning sun. Its been that long!?

I watched as he picked up the axe, then me. Me? I was swung over his shoulder. My stomach pressed against it, making more cum blurt out. He walked deeper into the woods. I was too weak to do anything. Too exhausted. He stopped, I looked over his shoulders. My eyes widen at the sight. A otherworldly craft. A vehicle. A ufo? A ufo. And he carried me inside. Setting me down on a chair in the cockpit, putting on what seemed to be seat belts. "Mate", it said in a scratchy growling voice. He turned away from me and started his ship.

My heart stopped. That sure was a night I won't ever forget.

[mins-fins]

[06:10 am.]

"just one kiss? pleaaaaase?"

your boyfriend is whiny, a whiny little baby whose puckering his lips, stepping on his tippy toes and leaning closer to you, trying to capture your lips just once. he pouts, doe eyes full display. "y/n! at least before the stage!"

"you're gonna smudge your lipstick" you remark, and the defeated male gasps. "then mark is gonna ask what happened and we'll be caught in an instant".

"but your my boyfriend! you're not supposed to deny me anything!" the vocalist whines, his tongue peaking out of his mouth to lick his lower lip. he just wants a kiss, is that so much to ask for? yeah you go on stage in a few minutes, and if mark finds out he'll totally yell at the two of you, but he just wants a kiss from you, his lovely lovely boyfriend, there's nothing wrong with that.

"i can when it comes to this" you reply, clearly upsetting your boyfriend, who lets out a small 'hmph' and crosses his arms, turning away from you. you find yourself humored by the expression on your face, but you contain your laugh, not wanting to spur him into another stubborn silent treatment session.

you slowly sneak up behind him, giggling as you grab both of his hands and turn him around, pulling him closer to you with your hands intertwined. "did i upset you? i'm sorry" you tilt your head, giving your best pout as you swing your laced hands back and forth. "what can i do to make it up to you?"

he hums, pretending to think about it as his eyes look you up and down. "you can give me a kiss?" he asks again, toning down his voice as he leaned closer once again, biting his bottom lip as he stares at yours. "please?"

he cutely bats his eyelashes, trying to convince you more that way. he guesses it worked, because you then glance down at his lips, seeming keen on finally letting him get that kiss. he waits impatiently, watching every little action you make like he was being timed or something.

he wants to open his mouth and beg for a kiss, but then you lean forward, surprising him as you press a kiss to his lips. he quickly relaxes into the moment, squeezing your hands as he does.

you slowly move your hand up to hold his face, immediately taking most of the control. (he secretly likes that). his breath hitches as you press closer to him, but he can't get enough of you, he doesn't want this..moment to end.

but it ends much quicker than it begins, because you pull away suddenly, lightly startling him. you chuckle as you watch him catch his breath, his whole teasing demeanor washing away in a matter of seconds. "god y/n i—"

"your lipsticks smudged" you immediately cut in, thumb lightly tugging his bottom lip as you say those words. his red face and widened eyes tell you all you need to know, you messed him up without even having to try. "make sure you fix that before the others suspect something".

you drop his hands, leaving it at that as you turn around and walk away. at the words, your boyfriend quickly moves to fix his lipstick and hair, hopefully not making himself look worse in the process.

[hotmessmaxpress]

in your a/b/o au how would marc's first heat after they got back together would happen? also and especially compared to all the heats he had to spent alone suffering?

also can we have a little something about how and when vale bit marc pretty pleaaaaase 🙏���

okay this isn't his actual heat but it's been sitting in my drafts and I think it needs to see the light of day

Marc knows that now that he and Vale are fully mated, he'll be spending heats with Vale. That's part of the point of being mated. Still, when he knows it's coming up he's too nervous to tell Vale. He's still too conditioned to expect rejection from the older man. His instinct to tell his mate is at war with his heart trying to protect him from pain.

Vale isn't stupid, though. He puts so much effort into learning all of Marc's smells and feelings and behaviors that he can tell immediately when Marc is off.

So Marc is trying to come up with a plan for how to handle it-- how to explain to Vale that he doesn't even know what to do with himself because he is so conditioned to dread heats. He's so used to suffering through them and being miserable and yearning during them. He can't even picture what it's going to be like.

Then it's imminent, and Vale can tell that they've got to be less than twelve hours away from it hitting and Marc still hasn't acknowledged it. So he just asks.

"What do you need for your heat? Bez always wants specific snacks and pillows and I want to make sure we have them," Vale asks with an eye roll, poking fun at Bez.

Marc is frozen in place, somehow surprised that his mate managed to figure out his very obvious symptoms of an oncoming heat.

Marc bursts into tears.

He's hormonal and tired and worried and something about hearing Vale's concern just throws him completely off.

Vale takes him into his arms immediately, terrified that he's somehow misread the situation and that he's hurt Marc again. So he pulls Marc close, thankful that the smaller man lets him do that despite whatever misstep just occurred.

And Marc tucks his face into Vale's neck, so soothed by the smell of his mate that he's able to calm down.

"I don't know," he says quietly, not letting go, even when that sentence makes Vale tense up. "I don't know what I like or need. I normally just-- I normally just lay there and wait for it to be over."

Marc feels guilty for the stress he can smell on Vale, who is frozen and speechless.

"You don't-- Marc you don't ever have someone help you?"

Marc shakes his head.

"I didn't want anyone or anything but you."

Not for the first time, Vale doesn't even know how to make up for that level of pain and hurt. It feels like a physical blow to the chest, knowing how deeply he failed as an alpha. He takes Marc into their bedroom, and guides Marc toward the bed. He's a little surprised when Marc takes a step away from him and starts throwing a nest together, but he waits patiently to be invited into bed.

When Marc allows him he wastes no time climbing into bed with him and wrapping him up in his arms again. They both are able to relax then, now that they're safe and warm in the nest.

"Tell me what they've been like," Vale insists gently.

Marc tangles his fingers in Vale's shirt, avoiding his eyes as he explains.

"When I went into heat it was just... I didn't want anyone other than you. I couldn't. I couldn't enjoy it and I didn't want to. I just wanted you. I locked myself in a room and waited it out."

Vale can't imagine how painful that would have been, and he also can't imagine that was good for Marc physically. He admittedly doesn't know much about omega biology, but he knows enough to know it would have been terrible. He runs a hand up Marc's arm and shoulder to where his healed bite mark sits, and he thinks about the pain there. He imagines it must have been agony; the pain from the infected bite and the pain of suffering through a heat completely alone.

There's a lump in his throat and he kisses Marc's forehead, feeling the heat underneath his skin.

"I'm never leaving you alone again," Vale says, vehemently.

"I know," Marc says sweetly. He tilts his head up, seeking a kiss, and Vale obliges. It's chaste and quick, but it feels loaded with significance. A promise of more, in the future.

[emmyrosee]

You thought he was kidding. Honestly!

Kiyoomi was known for his stubbornness and long fits of pouting holding strong on a point he’d made, but the situation ended hours ago, you thought you’d apologized enough, why was he still being so cruel.

“Kiyoomi, you can’t be serious-“

“I want you to stay on your side of the bed.”

“I can’t sleep without you holding me!”

“You bit me six times today, fuck off!”

Okay. In his defense, Kiyoomi did warn you. He knew you liked to… well… bite, it was something you did to convey your cute aggression (you bit him in place of dogs and babies because you can’t bite them, and that’s the only reason he made this conclusion.)

But in your defense, he’s just so pretty! He’s so handsome while doing the most mundane things, like folding the laundry or flicking through channels on the tv, which were each times you got him today; but it seemed like the final straw was in the shower.

“You came in, asked me for a fucking hug while I was showering, I let you get undressed and come into my. shower. And you bit me in the ribs!” He lifts up his shirt to reveal the left side of his ribs, which look so pretty butterflied out as he stretches, the bite mark settling pink on his smooth, pale skin- “you’re literally going to do it again! I see that feral look in your eye!”

You pout and paw at him as he pulls his shirt down, “I won’t do it again tonight!”

“‘Tonight’,” he scoffs.

“You’re just so yummy, so handsome so perfect so pretty-“

“I’m not Atsumu, you can’t sway me with cute words.”

“Pleaaaaase!” You whine, ignoring his wishes and crawling on top of him. He’s groaning in annoyed agony, but not making any moves to actually still your body. “Let me cuddle you.”

“I don’t want you to cuddle me,” he grumbles, grabbing a pillow to shove between your face and his. You gently nudge it away with your nose, and he groans in defeat. Despite his facade, his arm is keeping you tight to him, still just as comforting and protective as he always could do.

He sighs, “if I feel one fucking gnasher on me, I swear to god.”

“No biting,” you agree, burying your face into his neck. It doesn’t take long, however, for you to start mouthing at his neck, and he groans out in faux agony and lets his arms drop from holding you.

“I’m gonna cry,” he whines around some soft snickers, one of his massive hands coming up to scrub his face. You laugh too, trying your best to nudge him to have his arms around you. “I’m so annoyed at you right now, I just want to sleep. Go away you freak.”

Snorting, you plant a few kisses of truce on his chin and jawline, “you’re literally so dramatic, shut up. You love me and you know it.” Just as a reminder of that, you softly bite at his jawline, relishing in the way he grumbles out but doesn’t make a move to shove you away.

Kiyoomi sighs as he finally lowers his hand, the glare he sends you is weak and shrouded in amusement. “I do,” he mumbles, one of his hands moving to settle on your lower back, his thumb stroking the dimples softly. “And I’ve never forgiven myself for that.”

[melodic-haze]

Ohhh Firefly my silly sweet girl my adorable war criminal they could never make me hate you 🤗🤗🤗 need to mark her up SO BAD THOUGH YES PLEAAAAASE you're TOO RIGHT

[crowmance]

pleaaaaase read me before interacting <3 thank you!

last updated 6/27/24

hiiiii! my name is Iris! I'm a more than 18 y/o asexual disabled transbian. I'm poly and in an open relationship.

please feel free to message me or be horny at me (esp mutuals hehe), I am bad at reaching out to people but absolutely a chatterbox <3.

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I have a sfw sideblog now! go check out @asmallcrowinabigworld if you want! ^^

this blog is absolutely NSFW! i will try and tag any rp or anything like that, but I may miss things and there will be non-hidden horny, please take care of yourself!

my text posts are #IrisCaws

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↓ kinks and limits are under the block ↓

  main kinks in no particular order:

Degredation/Praise/CNC/Corruption/Bratting/Choking/Punishment/Knives/Cutting/Blood (vampiressssssss)/Biting/Pain/Bondage/Snuff/Cannibalism/Fauxcest/Limited pet play/Total submission/Marking/Ownership/Robot girl-drone play-having a controller? idk what the right term is/Gore

limits:

Misgendering/transphobia, CNC with men, Any bodily fluids that aren't cum or blood, Parent/age play, Anything that breaks consent or trust, Impact/hitting

feel free to ask for clarification on things here

AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT

[blueiight]

REINHARD: HOW DARE SOMEONE OUT THERE IN SPACE BE AS GOOD AS ME AND WHEN IM SO CLOSE TO WINNING😡😡😡😡🤬

KIRCHEIS, 11 year specialist on RVL’s EMDR treatment program: I’m sure he wanted to match you blow for blow Reinharto - Sama !

MEANWHILE YANG: Awww crap, I’m low on liquor.. how else can I save this drink— Hey, Julian! Can you stop by somewhere and get me a bottle of Maker’s Mark pretty pleaaaaase

[malwarechips]

im gonna ramble about little details in my rw designs that i like a lot hold on

spears has sun's marking on the back of their neck !!! and theyre also intentionally designed to be like! the slugcat version of uncanny!!! their ears rest pointing up by default when to every other slugcat that's a sign of aggression!! their snout is just a LIIITLE too long for a slugcat!! THEY HAVE FOUR EYES . not to mention the lack of a fucking mouth but thats a canon thing

SAINT ISNT EVEN A SLUGCAT . THEYRE THE ANCESTOR OF SLUGCATS. THEYRE A PIPESLUG. THEYVE BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG THAT THEIR SPECIES HAS EVOLVED AND PROGRESSED BEYOND THEM. ONE OF THE REASONS THEY CANT THROW SPEARS IS THEIR HANDS ARENT ADVANCED ENOUGH TO GET A GRIP. ONE OF THE REASONS THEY CANT EAT MEAT IS THEIR TEETH ARE FALLING OUT DUE TO THEIR AGE . KARMA FLOWERS WILT AROUND THEM .

riv is based on an otter !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and they have a squid beak !!!!!!!!! theyre just a little wet freak !! maybe i'll even give them cuttlefish pupils !!!! (dude i want to do that now) their hands and feet are webbed and they have a fucking DORSAL FIN like a FISH

this is more of a headcanon than a design thing but THE REASON INV'S CAMPAIGN IS SO FUCKED IS BECAUSE THEYRE LITERALLY CURSED. THEY ENTER A REGION AND IT JUST SPONTANIOUSLY FUCKS UP AND GOES BACK TO NORMAL WHEN THEY LEAVE . YES IT IS CONFUSING AS FUCK TO EVERYONE ELSE PEBBLES WAS SO FUCKING CONFUSED .

NIGHTCAT'S WHISKERS LOOK LIKE SHOOTING STARS . ACKNOWLEDGE THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAAASE PLEASE . I AM SO PROUD OF IT I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH

monk is just a banana :) they have little spots!

GOURMAND ! HAS !! LITTLE CHIN TASSLE THINGS !! KINDA LIKE !!!! SNAILS AND SLUGS . LITTLE GUY! !!!!!!!!!!!

HUNTER HAS A PEARL ON THEIR EAR LIKE AN EARRING ! ITS A DATA PEARL FROM SIG THAT'S JUST SOME BASIC INFORMATION ABOUT THEM IN-CASE THEY SOMEHOW WANDERED TO AN ITERATOR UNRELATED TO THEIR TASK . also their scars are blue because imevil

ARTI . ARTI .F UCKING ARTI . ARTI IS ROUNDED. HER SCARS ARE POINTY. BEFORE HER SCARS SHE WAS VERY ROUND BUT NOW SHES VERY ANGULAR BUT ONLY ON HER SCARS ITS JUST MOST OF HER IS SCARS . TO SHOW HOW HER PERSONALITY HAS CHANGED . SHE'S GOTTEN SHARPER.

survivor is just purple and i like that. thats all really .

sig tore off the main part of his antennae in an act of defiance against the ancients and you can still see the very base of them !! he still has the proper base like the little round part but he also has little sticks coming out of those that were originally what his antennae were mounted to !!!!! also he has little purple accents outside of his clothing and scarf bcz yaay purple yipee yahoo

suns is meant to look kinda like a dragon because why not !!!

wind's antennae are like a little cartoon gust of wind !!!!!

pebbles and innocence have very similar antennae because theyre both gen 3 iterators !!!!!!!!!!!

OLDER ITERATORS HAVE MORE VISIBLE JOINTS THAN NEWER ITERATORS AS THE ANCIENTS SLOWLY LEARNED TO COVER THEM. FOR EXAMPLE MOON IS VERY VERY VISIBLY A ROBOT MEANWHILE PEBBLES KINDA JUST LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SKIN . THE ONLY VISIBLE MECHANICAL THING ON PEBBLES IS THE ARM AND HIS ANTENNAE . and also he has vents on his side all the iterators have that i felt like it

ok i think im done now

[cina-full-moon-xanadium]

sleep no more rules bc in a series otherwise made up entirely of multi-parters each challenging a different part of the doctor and clara's characters and relationships all building towards a finale and thesis on the very idea of a doctor and a companion Mark Gatiss was like PLEAAAASE MOFFAT PLEASE CAN I DO MY IDEA FOR A FOUND FOOTAGE EPISODE. PLEAAAAASE

[cedarbranch]

WIP gameee!! tagged by @obscurecurse and i was honestly kind of floored to see myself tagged alongside the likes of theopteryx and helena hathaway like?? WHAT!!!! THANK YOU!! i'm guessing that means you've been tuned into my writing for Quite a while, what a very sweet reminder that people remember i exist! ;-;

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

ok because i'm a type A little freak i actually have a meticulous folder and sub-folder system for all my writing divided by fandom and completion status, so i'm gonna mark fandoms for each of these... also not all of these are being actively worked on, some are much more likely to be completed than others. (the ones that are under active construction atm are marked with asterisks!)

forwards, beckon, rebound (hannibal) *

iphigenia in tauris (hannibal)

anaphora (hannibal)

sometimes it's just for company (hannibal)

haunt me, then (stranger things) *

5 + 1 (stranger things)

c/r/e (stranger things)

show me how you do that trick (stranger things)

jason in the basement (stranger things)

watch it all go up in flames V5 (the magnus archives, magnolia verse part 5)

blue skies above (pacific rim)

pleaaaaase ask me about these silly little wips... some of these might not ever see the light of day but by god do i love em all :')

following obscurecurse's lead and tagging a mix of friends and legends! @stoplightglow (<= plus one lover i guess. hi babe) @shark-myths @dear-monday @awondrousway @emungere @figbian @sunriseverse @loveinhawkins @palmviolet @help-me-nah @stillmadaboutpetra ! no pressure to participate, tag just means i think you and/or your work are cool <33