#no...yes? noo uhh

[sol-consort]

GRAVITY TRAVELS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT?!

[elminster-big-naturals]

durgetash but its gortash lying his lil hot topic ass off about them being married before durge disappeared in order to trick them into a partnership

[amandabe11man]

hey remember when the mcginnes brothers just casually murdered and dismembered a man and fed him to the pigs and it was never brought up again?

[hellvcifer]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Fizz x Asmodeus x Reader with the phrase “But you love us, don’t you?” “Don’t say that every time you make a mess!”?

MORNING SURPRISE— ଘ fic

pairing :: poly!fizz/ozzie x fem!reader wc :: 1.7k note :: yippieee!! finally able to post this. I'm coming off my sick bed so i apologize for any errors but i love fizzmodeus <33 warnings :: suggestive, pet name (bunny)

The coo-coo cock clock began chirping at the ass crack of dawn, waking up a little imp. He did his morning routine, limbs extending across the estate to brew his morning french press and snatch his cap n’ bells. He stretched out deeply, releasing a few cracks along his spine and deviously turning towards the bed. 

A pair of eyes glowed from underneath the blankets, butt wiggling as she watched the imp prepare for his air horn wake up call. She jumped out, pouncing on Fizz, their bodies rolling down the stairs next to the large bed.

You landed on top, legs straddling his body as you released a huff. Fizz pouted, “Babe, what the fu–” Your hands clamped over his mouth, head snapping towards the bed where a loud snore could be heard. After a few moments of heavy breaths passed by, you turned back to your partner. 

A sly smile pulled at your lips as you began to whisper. “Ozzie has off today!” Muffled sounds vibrated against your fingers as Fizz narrowed his eyes at you. You giggled and removed your hands.

“That doesn’t explain why you tackled me.” His arm extended to wrap around your waist a few times, finger trailing up your thigh. “Though I’m not complaining if this is how we end up.” He giggled, tongue peaking out between his lips.

You leaned closer, eyes narrowing with a smirk, “I have an idea~!” You sang, causing Fizz to raise a brow is curious delight. “Come on!” You grabbed his hand, and jumped to stand. His arm retracted and spun you around in place. You swayed a bit before regaining your composure and yanking him to follow you to the kitchen. 

“Okay, are you gonna explain to me what this plan of yours is?” Fizzy crossed his arms and watched you begin to scavenge through the kitchen. Your body flitting across the room, arms filling with various items and piling them on a counter. Once you finished, you turned to the imp. 

“We’re making Ozzie breakfast, duh!” You chimed, watching his face slowly light up. 

“Ohhohohoh fuck yeah, Babe!” His arms extended and yoinked himself onto the counter. “What’s on the menu? Pizza? Chicken wings? Ribs?” 

You giggled, “Noo~ you silly Frog!” You shook your head. “Try pancakes!”

“But pizzaaah~!” He whined with a pout. You jumped on the counter to sit next to him, lips finding his cheek for a quick peck. 

“Next time, okay?” You smiled. Fizz’s face darkened in a blush as he turned to you.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, Bunny!” He giggled before glancing at the ingredients. “So what’s first?” 

You slowly glanced at them. “Uh, good question..” His eyes widened, head snapping to look at you.

“You don’t even know how to make them?”

“Well it can’t be that hard!” You pulled out your phone, thumbs typing to find a recipe from the sinternet. “Look here! Easy pancakes from scratch.” You showed him the screen.

“Oh we sooo got this!” His tongue peeked out as he slowly scrolled through the pages. You hopped off the counter, grabbing a few mixing bowls from the cabinets. 

“I’ll mix the dry ingredients and you can start on the wet ones.” You gave him one of the bowls. 

Fizz chuckled, eyebrows raising a few times. “You sure you don’t want the wet ones? Cuz, you know…” He smirked, eyes fluttering up and down your figure. You felt your face grow warm at his insinuations.

“Yes! I’m sure!” You scooped the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt into the bowl before stomping to the other end of the counter in a huff. You measured the designated amounts, each falling into the bowl. Once you finished, you grabbed a whisk before making sure it was mixed.

“Uhh, Bunny?” You heard Fizz call out. “Is butter supposed to do that?” You turned, seeing him stretched out to stare into the microwave. The wet popping noise coming from the appliance didn’t make you feel any better. 

You rushed over, Fizz dropped an arm down before pulling you up. The inside of the microwave wasn’t too messy, but the butter had melted and soon turned brown  in the center. Gritty pieces floating around and the liquid still bubbling. You stopped it quickly and turned to Fizz. “How long did you put it in for?”

“It said 15 minutes.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” 

“Uh, duh!” He shrunk to his normal height, you still in his arms. “I read it right there!” He jabbed his finger at the phone. 

“That says seconds, Babe." You laughed. "I think it’s burnt.” You peered at the closed door of the microwave. “Think we can still use it?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” He nodded, as cheerful as ever.

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, okay!” 

“What’s next?” He stretched to grab the butter from the microwave before dumping it in his own bowl where the milk, vanilla, and egg were. 

“We mix your ingredients with a blender!” 

“Got it!” Fizz was quick to plug it in and position it in the wet bowl. He flicked it on to the highest setting and things seemed fine for a moment. Until the blender began to wobble and soon sent a bunch of the wet mix out the sides and onto the cupboards. Fizz began vibrating with the blender, laughing as he continued mixing. 

You fell into your fit of giggles the more you watched, “Okay! I think it’s good!” He pulled the blender out from the bowl, the leftover mix on the metal whisks flying everywhere including you and the imp. “Fizzy!” You scolded, a smile never leaving your face.

“What!” He finally turned off the tool, turning towards you. He weighted onto one hip, resting his empty hand on his waist. “Cooking is a messy job, you’re not doing it right if you’re not wearing the food.” He spoke with his nose in the air as if it wasn’t the most obvious fact. He grinned and flung the blender elsewhere. “Besides~” He slinked closer, “It’s not like we haven’t been this messy before~” He giggled and trailed a finger down your shoulder.

Your cheeks heated before you pulled back. “Hey! No distracting me!” You scolded though it didn’t hold much strength behind it.

He smirked, “So, what’s next?” He leaned in. 

You grabbed your phone, noting it was full of the wet mix, “Okay, it says we have to make a well in the dry ingredients and then… slowly fold them together.” 

“What the fuck does well mean?” He asked.

“What the fuck does fold mean?” You peered at him, brows creased.

He pursed his lips in thought before glancing at you. “Maybe like a blanket?” 

“Like… With our hands?” You held your hands up, glancing back and forth between the two.

“Well, how else do you fold things?” He shrugged. Fizz grabbed you and extended his legs up to place you on the counter before sitting opposite of you, the bowl in the middle. 

“Okay, make a well.” You pushed the dry mix around until it had an empty space in the middle. “Now add the wet mix.” Fizz dumped it all but graciously in. “And fold!” His hands slammed into the bowl, splattering the contents around and onto the both of you. You laughed as he continued his ‘folding’ methods messily. The folding being more of a throw your hands together and hope for the best.

The dry mix clouded upwards and attached to both of you, along with small splatters of the partially mixed dough. It flung around the kitchen, landing alongside the previous mess, hitting cupboards, counters, the fridge, even as far as the dining table. Your giggles mixed in with Fizz’s, the mixing becoming the main event of cooking breakfast. 

“What is going on in here?” A loud voice called out from the doorway. Ozzie stood there, mouth fallen with wide eyes as he stared at the condition of the kitchen. He was in the middle of tying his robe, frozen as he finally saw you and Fizz sitting on the counter. Both completely covered in pancake mix. You blinked at Ozzie, watching him take cautious steps forward. 

“Aww, you weren’t supposed to wake up, Ozzie!” Fizz whined, shoulders slumping.

“You sleep in any other day!” You added, “Why on all days do you wake up early today!” You pouted alongside your imp boy. 

“Maybe because hearing you two giggling maniacally all the way from the bedroom intrigued me.” He finally stood before you and Fizz. “And for good reason! Look at this place!” He gestured to the kitchen, “There’s… What is this…?” He scooped up a bit onto his finger from the counter and stuck it in his mouth. A second passed by before he physically recoiled. “Oh no.” He shuttered, the feeling coursing throughout his entire body. “No, no! You two!” He glared down at your forms. “What did I say about you cooking!”

You blinked up at Oz, seeing his face scowl but Ram and Bull showed his true endearing emotions. They always seemed to break his tough facade. You smirked towards Fizz, him reading you almost instantly. He shoved the bowl aside and scooted towards you.

“But you love us~” You smiled real big, eyes misting into a pretty sparkle. Fizz leaned in, squishing his cheek against yours and mirroring your expression. You grasped his hands and pulled his body close, chests flushed against each other. 

“Don’t you~?” Fizzy added, pulling the last word out and pouting his lips.  

Ozzie crossed in arms while staring down at you both, he felt himself slowly breaking at the sight. “Don’t say that every time you two make a mess!” He turned away, eyes shutting tight. His chest rising a few times in frustrated huffs, his expression melting. His eyes peaked down at your forms, “Auogh! I can’t stay mad at you guys when you do that!”

“We know~!” You giggled, eyes sliding to Fizz as you turned to each other, noses brushing in a small victory. His sleek metal limbs wrapping around you and squeezing.

“Womp womp!” Fizz laughed and hugged you tighter.

“Look at my messy little Fizzy-Frog and Bunny-Wunny!” Large arms encircled the both of you, scooping you into the air and spinning. “Looks like I'll have to get you both washed up.” His voice sank a few octaves, "Care to join me for a nice deep clean?" Eyes narrowing with a growing smirk.

Who were you to deny your King of Lust?

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[lavenderglowinginthedark]

learning the ABCs? yes! and uhh I might have misspelled some things 🥺

if you zoom in closely, you can also see that I had an accident on the third line... and noo, this was supposed to be the correct one 😭😭 did I really unlearn the alphabet just by writing the first two lines???

[mereyapalais]

“You’re so fucking annoying Elias! Ugh!” You said looking at him. Eyes scanning him from the hairs on his big head down to the point of his big feet. Hidden by his black oxfords.

The look of confusion on his face was rather comical. Hilarious even.

He tried scanning his brain for the last thing he might have done to piss You off, but he came up short of an answer.

“What I do now, yn? If it’s about your left over from last night, you woke up in the middle of the night and ate it.”

“Boy, who said I’m talking about food? You tryna call me a fat ass?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Shit, I love your fat ass, girl.”

“Whatever. Stop tryna deflect. You still annoying.”

You came closer to him mushing his head slightly and squeezing his cheeks which made his full lips form a small pout.

“Where you going looking this fine huh? What’s out there for you to dress like a fucking gigolo?”

Your hand travelled further down. Sliding down his face until you reached his neck squeezing slightly. He stood there immobile,letting you do your thing.

When he felt the contact at the front of his pants, his hands reached down to catch yours before you started acting up.

“Nah, I’m not doing this with you. You not gon make me late today.”

“But daddy-”

Your teeth grazed his right earlobe.

“Fucking hell..” his breath hitched in his throat as you palmed him through his pants. Giving him that squeeze that made him feel tingles down to his toes.

“Noo, just let me lick it please, just the tip, hmm? Please!”

If someone were to film this interaction right now and show it to you after you were sober from your horny state, you will swear up and down your are a victim of artificial intelligence.

Drunk and high from his sweet, sensual cologne seducing your olfaction, you couldn’t think straight.

All you knew was that your man was criminally fine and you needed a piece of him in this instance. Or else you wouldn’t survive.

Only one thing and one thing only was roaming in the, current, empty space of your brain.

He was conflicted.

The angel on his left shoulder tried to reason with him. Telling him how you were going to be there when he got back home . He will find you in the same spot after he’s done with his meeting and will be able to enjoy you all night long.

On the other hand, the little devil on his right, filled his mind with all the filthy things he could be doing to you instead of assisting his boring meeting.

When your hands took his and shoved them in your panties, well his boxers that you liked to wear around the house, that did it for him.

He could feel the wetness, making the skin damp and sleek. You used his long fingers to rub yourself. Creating that sweet friction you loved so much.

“You feel me? Feel how wet I am for you- uhh!”

“You’re something else, you really want this dick huh?! So fucking wet for what?”

He absentmindedly stroked you under your little shorts. Lips hovering over yours.

“I want you!”

You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his fingers. Chasing that sweet something you knew only he could give you.

“Yeah? You want me?”

“Yes, please.”

He cooed at you.

He looked at his wrist watch. Ten minutes to spare.

“How bad? Show me!”

You immediately dropped down on your knees, hands on either side of his thighs. You inhaled his crotch area deeply eyes closed as if you were breathing in heaven.

You tugged at his pants signaling him to help you discard them. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you febrile. A wide smile splattered on your face.

“Ten minutes. You better make every second count.” He said with faux sternness.

Oh you were going make ‘em count alright.

Anywaysss, blame this picture right here. This whole photoshoot he was looking like a whole snack with his big head. 😪 don’t make no sense!

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[arc-misadventures]

The Lady’s Next Door

The 'Milf next door' when she says she just going to say 'hi' to that cute blond boy your daughters friends with.

Kali

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why do you want to do that, Mom?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why are you dressed like that?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Why do you want to talk to, Jaune?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: Is it because he's a human?

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Blake: He’s just my friend, Mom, he is not another, Adam waiting to happen.

Kali: I just want to talk to him.

Jaune: Hi, Blake. Oh, hi Ms. Belladonna!

Kali: I just want to fuck him.

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Blake: What?!

~~~

Raven

Yang: Hey, Mom, I’m sorry, but can you do me a favour?

Raven: I don’t wanna.

Yang: Mom! Come on! I just need you to watch over my friend till I get back.

Raven: Back, back from where?

Yang: Blake got…?!

Raven: No! Say no more, since it involves your ‘girlfriend’ I can assume it’s something illegal.

Yang: She’s not my girlfriend!

Raven: But, was it illegal?

Yang: …

Yang: Well…

Raven: Ha! Love the bad girls don’t you? Fine, I’ll watch over your friend. Who is it you want me to babysit; It better not be the, Schnee girl! I swear I’ll shoot her one of these days if she…?

Yang: No, it’s not, Weiss. It’s, Jaune. Jaune’s coming over.

Raven: J-Jaune…?

Yang: Yeah, we’ve got a school project we’re working on together, and Jaune wanted to get ahead of the game. So he asked if he could come over here so we could work on it. Is that okay?

Raven: Jaune coming over here…? T-That’s fine! I’m totally fine with that tasty snack…?! I mean! That fine young man coming over here. W-When is coming over…?

Yang: In… half an hour-ish?

Raven: Half an hour? That gives me plenty of time… Time for a shower, and time to put on something spicy~!

Yang: What was that?

Raven: Nothing! Go, and save your girlfriend!

Yang: She’s not my girlfriend, Mom!

Raven: And, I’m not about to get laid, now get going!

Yang: Alright! Alright! I’m going.

Yang: …

Yang: Wait, ‘Get laid?’

~~~

Summer

Ruby: Mom?

Summer: Yes, sweaty~?

Ruby: What are you wearing?

Summer: A bikini.

Ruby: Why?

Summer: Well, your friend, Jaune is coming over to help clean the pool, so I thought I’d give him a show~!

Ruby: A what?

Summer: I thought I’d get a suntan.

Ruby: Oh… Then why are you taking the sunscreen?

Summer: So I don’t get sunburned silly.

Ruby: Okay, do you want me to…?!

Summer: No! No, noo, no. I’ll ask, Jaune to put it on~! That way I get those big muscular hands all over me, feeling me up~! Oh gods~!

Ruby: What was that mom?

Summer: Nothing~!

(Ding dong~!)

Summer: Oh? That must be my boy toy~! Coming!

Ruby: Boy what…?

~~~

Willow

Jacques: Willow! Where are you! Blasted, where is that drunkard!

Willow: …

Jaune: …

Willow: Well, that was close…

Jaune: Yeah… too close.

Willow: Jacques would have thrown an absolute fit if he caught one of, Weiss’s friends snooping about the mansion.

Jaune: I wasn’t snooping, I was lost.

Willow: In a supply closet?

Jaune: I thought it was, Weiss’s room.

Willow: Not even close dear.

Jaune: Okay… but can you open the door, you shoved us in here to get away from, Jacques, and this broom closet is rather cramped.

Willow: No can do… my hands are stuck here… Feeling your broad chest~! Y-You’ll have to open the door yourself.

Jaune: Okay fine… where is the door knob…? Eh? What is this, a pillo…?!

Willow: Ohh~!

Jaune: Ahh?! S-S-S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to…?!

Willow: Jaune?

Jaune: Y-Y-Yeah…?!

Willow: Harder~!

(Ziiiip!)

~~~

Athena

Athena: So tell me, why are you in such a panic to clean up, our already clean house?

Pyrrha: Ooooh… My teammates are coming over, so I wanted to spruce the place up for their visit.

Athena: Your teammates…? Does that mean… Jaune is coming too…?

Pyrrha: Yeah, he’s coming too.

Athena: I see… Well, then I hope he’ll enjoy visiting us in our humble abode~!

Pyrrha: Uhh… Mom? Your top has come undone.

Athena: It’s a little hot here, I just want to cool off.

Pyrrha: It’s not hot in here at all?

Athena: Oh~? What makes you think that?

Pyrrha: Mom, your top has come undone again.

Athena: So it has.

Pyrrha: Mom, I can see you bra.

Athena: And?

Pyrrha: Mom, do up your blouse, unless you want my friends to stare at your breasts.

Athena: So long as it’s him, I don’t mind if he stares, or even copes a feel. I’ll be very happy by the end of it all~!

Pyrrha: C-Cope a feel? Who are you talking about?

~~~

Carla

Carla: So that’s the, ‘loser twerp’ you’ve been bullying?

Cardin: Yeah, his name is, Jaune Arc, complete loser.

Carla: Jaune Arc…? Jaune ArrrrrrrrrC~! Hmm… Rolls off the tongue.

Cardin: Pff! That’s part of the idiot’s stupid catch phrase.

Carla: What catch phrase?

Cardin: “The nAme’S JaUNe ArC; roLLLs of tHE tonGUE! LaDIEs Love it” Pff! How stupid can you be?

Carla: ‘Love’s it?’ So, he is the boy you are being forced to apologize to?

Cardin: Yeah, the teacher says they’ll end my two month long detention early if I apologize to him… I have no intention of apologizing to that loser.

Carla: I see… You know what, Cardin. How about I apologize on your behalf?

Cardin: You’ll do that?

Carla: Of course! He may not accept it, but he’ll at least get that apology he is owed.

Cardin: You’ll do that? Thanks, Mom. I probably would have decked him in the face if I went over there to apologize to the loser.

Carla: Then I best go over there. Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll make sure he accepts your apology. After all, what better apology can a boy get than fucking his bully’s own mother~?

Cardin: W-What was that…?

~~~

Ruby

Ruby: Amethyst, honey? Why are you dressed so… slutty?

Amethyst: Oh… uhh… Parent teacher conference is tonight…

Ruby: I’m aware…

Amethyst: Yeah… so… Professor Arc is coming over to…?!

Ruby: Jaune?! J-Jaune’s coming over here?

Amethyst: Yeah, he told me so himself.

Ruby: So, you’re dressing like a slut to seduce him?

Amethyst: Yeah… That is the plan…

Ruby: Nonono! That won’t work at all honey! He won’t give you so much as a fleeting glance if you dress up like some common harlot!

Amethyst: He won’t?

Ruby: No! You need to dress in something more conservative, something that shows nothing, but something that emphasizes everything~!

Amethyst: Like what?

Ruby: I’ll show you after I’ve seduce him~!

Amethyst: What?! But, I want to sleep with him first!

[orimuraa]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ i’m a fool of love for you - nishimura riki

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆a special confession with a button ⨾

۶ৎ student!nishimura riki x fem student!reader┆fluff┆confession, cuteness┆ wc 723

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy birthday to my riki!! in his bday paper interview, he said that in japan, they confess by giving the second button to the person they like so this is inspired by that!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

today was the day both you and riki graduated high school. the day that riki would finally pick up the courage and confess to you, his childhood friend and childhood crush.

in japan, it's a tradition that kids confess to their crushes on the last day of school by giving the person they like their second button.

before school, riki had loosened the second button on his school uniform so it would be easier to take off later.

the day went by in a blur and it was a bittersweet day for both you and riki. the school that you had made so many memories in would no longer be your school and you would both be traveling away for a future.

riki's palms were insanely sweaty as the day was coming to an end. he had already ripped off the second button on his uniform and placed it in his pocket for safe keeping.

now was the struggle of giving it to you.

from as long as you can remember, riki has always been very protective of you and always looked out for you.

it wasn't until around 8th grade that you started catching feelings for the boy.

he had started to grow into his features more and he shot up during the first year of high school. he lost his baby features and quickly matured, the goofy kid you once knew masked by the new riki.

but that didn't mean you liked him any less. he was still the same sweet riki to you, he just changed quite a bit when he was at school.

he had a "cool" and "mysterious" aura to him as he walked the hallways with you, chatting away by his side.

people always thought that he never liked you as he never looked like he was engaging with you, but you both knew that riki was always paying attention to you.

he was always listening to your every word and he would attentively nod here and there. he liked you since forever and as he grew up, he found it harder to hide away his feelings.

so here you were today, the two of you hiding away your feelings. but riki intended to change that.

"hey ynnie! wait up!" the deep and husky voice called from behind you. turning around, you're greeted with nishimura riki smiling down at you, his breathing a bit labored as he probably ran up the stairs to catch up to you.

"oh hi ki! whatcha need?" you smile, facing the boy fully. riki felt his head go blank the moment you smiled at him and he completely forgot everything he had just rehearsed.

"o-oh, uhh i uhhh just wanted to give you something.." his words came out as a stutter at first but then softened into a mumble.

you watched as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small object and motioning for you to hold out your hand.

he gently placed the small item in your hand before sheepishly looking at the ground.

it took you a minute to realize that it was a button. but not just any button, riki's second button.

for confirmation, you look up and see that riki is in fact, missing the second button on his uniform.

"ki...why didn't you tell me sooner?" your voice soft so that you didn't throw riki off.

"i- i just didn't know how to tell you and i didn't want to ruin our friendship...it's alright if you don't feel the same though, i don't want this to pressure you.." he rambled, his gaze still on his shoes.

"noo ki, i like you too! i have for a while...and i guess that makes us two fools in love.." you laugh, the sound echoing around the hallways.

the open windows allowing the soft breeze to blow in, the cool air feeling refreshing in the now suffocating hallway.

"hah, yeah i guess.." riki laughs back, finally looking you in the eye. "so does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?"

"yes!! a hundred times yes ki! i've waited so many years for that question!" you squeal, throwing your arms around riki's tall frame.

you two stay wrapped in each other's embraces for a bit before riki's pulling away to look you in the eyes.

"i'm glad i waited for you, my love."

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[dabuggh3]

Hey guys it’s been awhile I missed you guys💞. I’ve gotten some request to write smut so that is what this post will be about. This is your warning if you don’t like this type of content or get uncomfortable reading this kind of stuff pls do not continue or interact and I hope to see you in my next post!! the rest of you enjoyy!!🙈

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:mature content!!

There’s a knock at the door, opening it you see a package. Confused you pick it up, “ Hamzahhh, did you order something?”. You yell to your boyfriend. “ Yess” he says coming out from the bedroom. You hand it over to him, “ What is it?” “A costume for our next video” “ Oh, lemme see��. He looks at you and smirks,“ Noo wait I’ll go put it on, wait here” he says sitting you down on the couch, “Okay”

You hear Hamzah come out the room, “ Okay you have your eyes closed ?” “ Yess” “Okay open”. You open your eyes to see Hamzah standing in front of you as a police officer, “ What da hell “ you stare at him laughing. “ Whatttt, do I look dumb”, He says looking down at himself. “No, no I just didn’t expect this”. You stand up walking over to him, “You look good” “ Yea?” He says playing with the hand cuffs.

“ Yea, you wanna arrest me?”, you say looking back at him as you put your hands behind your back. “Stoppp” he says smiling shyly. “ C’mon officer I’ll be a good girl”, you say giggling. He looks at you smiling shaking his head as he puts the cuffs on you.

“ I’m gonna report you” “ Huh?” “ You didn’t even say what your supposed to say” “OH, whatever you say can and will be used against you…uhh something something if you want a lawyer yea” “ Reporting your ass, what’s your badge number sir?” “Shut uppp” he says giggling.

“ Just because of that I’m gonna have to pat you down ma’am” “ Whatttt”. He bends down and starts patting you down, making his way up, “Any weapons on you?” “ Yea many” “ Many?” “ Yea” “ Where?” “In here” you say looking down at your shorts . He looks at you shocked laughing, “ What the hellllll”.“ Guess you’re gonna have to look for it” you say shrugging your shoulders, holding back your smile.

He smiles at you,“ Okay”. He bends down throwing you over his shoulder, walking over to your bedroom. He walks in throwing you on the bed while he stands at the end of the bed, “ Lets see” he grabs the hem of your shorts pulling them down. “ I’m not seeing any weapons” he says looking at you. “ Maybe you’re not looking hard enough” He puts his head down letting out a small chuckle then starts crawling on top of you.

Now he’s face to face with you, “ Should we take everything off?” bending down giving you a slow passionate kiss. “mhm” you say shaking your head. He turns you on to your stomach taking off your cuffs. Then turns you back around, he hovers on top of your lap reaching down for your shirt. Lifting it so slowly, kissing your stomach every time he lifts it more. Sending shivers down your spine. He finally gets it over your head.

He un-clips your bra, grabbing both your boobs kissing and sucking them, giving them an equal amount of attention. You move your hand down reaching for him. “ Nooooo” he says sitting up, reaching back from the cuffs. “You’re under arrest remember?”, moving both your arms above your head as he puts them back on. “ Hamzah” you say whining

“ Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl?” He says smirking, he’s enjoying every second of this. You turn your head to the side letting out a sigh, “ yes” “ Yes what” “ HAMZAH!”, there’s no way. He giggles, “ Okokok, just keep your hands up” He trails kisses down from your neck to your stomach, keeping eye contact with you. He grabs the hem of your underwear sliding them off. “ Open”, you spread your legs open slowly. He grabs your knees, opening them faster, plopping himself between your legs.

He starts licking long strides up and down your pussy. You start breathing heavily, he starts sucking on your clit. “ Ohh, Fuck” you moan, he enters his tongue inside of you. Arching your back, you want to reach down and grab a handful of his hair so badly. He takes his tongue out replacing it with his fingers. Pumping them in and out of you slowly.

“ haamzahh” you moan loudly, as you move your arms down. “ Noo remember” he says reaching over to place them back above your head. “ ple-please” you whine as he proceeds to suck on your clit while pumping his fingers in and out of you. He can feel you clenching onto his fingers, knowing you’re close to your orgasm, he keeps his pace. You grab a handful of the pillow behind you as you arch you back reaching your orgasm. Hamzah hums against you then licks you clean.

He comes up moving some hair strands away from your sweaty forehead, giving you a kiss. “ You did so good”, he says removing the handcuffs. “ I didn’t even get to touch you” you whine. “ Wanna go again?”

AHHHH i hope this wasn’t too bad I don’t normally write smut. Sorry for any typos I wrote this half asleep and didn’t proof read(might fix it later). Literally screamed seeing Hamzah in that dam costume. I hope you guys enjoyed 🩷

[hamzahgooner]

Scotty doesnt know

warnings:cheating,smut

It all started late at night and you were at a party with your stupid boyfriend scotty

you wanted to leave so you started begging your boyfriend saying "scotty can we leave" he lied saying "yeah 5 minutes babe" its been 2 hours since he said that

after waiting for him for way to long to stop acting like a bitch with his friends you had enough and lied to him saying "i gotta use the bathroom"

you really just went to find your best friend hamzah in hopes he could bring you home

once you found him you tapped him on the shoulder as he quickly turned around " oh hey yn!"

"hii!! i have a question"

"whats your question"

"can you please bring me home?my boyfriend is to busy bitching with his friends and im really tired"

"yeah! sure"

as he grabbed your hand not even saying bye to the person he was talking to

"woah that was fast hamzah"

"fine i wont bring you home then" he said joking

"noo please hamzah im dyinggg"

he replied with a scoff as you both exited the party

after walking around the block to find his car he opened the passenger seat

"get inside princess"

"well thank you prince" flashing him a smiled as he blushed a bit

after he got in himself he asked you "hey why don't you just sleep at mine? your apartment is like 40 minutes away"

you agreed cause it was already 2 am and his house was only 10 minutes far

you both arrived at his apartment ready to get out but as soon as he was about to turn off his car it started raining hard

"oh shit.. uh we gotta wait it out"

"oh uhm yeah thats ok"

as you stared deeply in his brown eyes

staring was obviously normal in your friendship but this felt weird

like you just wanted to jump on his lap and kiss him

and it soon became true as he leaned in and kissed you

you felt shocked but aroused at the same time

his hands were on your waist as yours was on his curls

you somehow found yourself on his lap 5 minutes later grinding on him while kissing him

you pulled away after you felt his boner and you laughed "are you seriously hard right now"

"shut up broo" as he chuckled lightly

"i mean i dont mind.. im kinda horny as much as you are" you reassured him

"are you sure y/n? i dont wanna mess this up"

"im sure" you said as you were removing your crop top

you didnt wear a bra under your crop top so as soon as that happend he got harder as he bobbled his adams apple up and down

"uhh holy shit" he said awkwardly

"what you never seen a girls boobs before?" as you took off his shirt

"uhh what about scotty? isnt this cheating"

"fuck scotty hes the worst" as you removed your shorts revealing your lacy black thong

"finally you came to your senses" as he laughed to himself

after you both stripped entirely

It took a minute taking it all in that both of you are really gonna do this

"are you sure y/n" he said lining up his dick to your entrance

"yes"

after he got your permission he slammed into you making you moan loud

giving you a moment to adjust to his size he asked "is ok if we start moving"

you nodded in response and started to bounce on his dick

"holy fuuckkk" you moaned in pleasure

he was kissing your hard nips as your hands found its way into his grown out blond curls

his mouth made a loud pop as he removed his mouth to grunt out "jusst like that pretty girl"

his hands went back on your waist holding you like he was afraid you would disappear if he let go

"bet scotty doesn't fuck you as well as i do huh"

"your much better than his shrimp dick mmm f-fuckk"

"figured"

he started speeding up making you moan way to loud

"god who knew you were this sensitive" hamzah teased

"s-s-shut u-up"

you felt one of his hands leave your waist as you heard rustling

"h-hamzah what a-are you doing"

"gotta show scotty whats mine" as he started recording you bouncing on him

you quickly covered your face

"come on don't be scared now" as he pried your hands off your face

"hamzahhh" you moaned out as he was thrusting deep inside you

"tell scotty that your mine"

he pinched your clit just so you could say your his

you quickly moaned out "im yours! im yours hamzah"

"come on cum on this dick" "i know scotty cant make you cum like me"

as he started rubbing on your clit

you came 2 minutes later as his phone caught it

he ended the video putting his phone to the side as he started thrusting into you faster and faster

his head rested on your shoulder as he made his final thrusts as he came in you

"holy shit" you said breathless

"was i good?"

"you were more than good hamzah"

you both shared a slow kiss as you felt yourself passing out

a few hours after you woke up in hamzahs bed with multiple texts from your boyfriend scotty..

babe where are you?

babbbeeee

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

ARE YOU FUCKING AROUND WITH YOUR BESTFRIEND

YOU SLUT

HE SENT ME A FUCKING VIDEO OF YOU FUCKING YOURSELF SILLY ON HIM

I KNOW YOUR AWAKE FUCKING ANSWER ME SLUT

I KNEW YOU BOTH WERE FUCKING

WHORE

now scotty knows.

a/n: yes i edited it yall i felt like this wasn't good enough

[everythingiaskfor]

kuroo x reader, pure fluff

one morning you see someone on social media do that challenge where you call your boyfriend “husband” to see their reactions, and that’s all you could think about the whole day. and it didn’t help when one of your close friends did the same challenge and sent it on a group chat. 

see, kuroo was not the type to get embarrassed and definitely not the one to deny it immediately but you couldn't really imagine what he would do. so you set the plan perfectly to find out your boyfriend's reaction. just today a package was delivered, so you would record a little video like you were showing the product to your friends, something that you would do sometimes, but you would do it in your bed with your boyfriend beside you. 

so when the night came, you and tetsuro were lying in bed almost getting ready to sleep when you say “i’m recording a little video for the girls showing what got here today, but you don’t need to move, it’s only going on our group chat.” he mumbles something not minding, as he keeps looking at his phone. so you set your phone up and hit record.

“heyy, look what got here today! i’m opening it now, don’t mind my husband here. the packaging it’s actually nicer than i thought, i was so worried it would break.” you keep talking trying not to get distracted as tetsuro stares at you with the biggest glowing eyes after you called him husband.

“what?” you look at him holding back a smile. “uhh, nothing, keep going” and he tries to look away but as soon as you open your mouth to talk again he’s looking at you again, like a child opening their gift on christmas. and then you gave up on the act, jumping on him laughing and pampering his face with kisses, making him respond with a confused laugh. 

“what is this? do you want me to stop the video?” he asks, completely lost in the situation.

“noo, it’s good, babe. i’ll do it.” you say getting the phone. “you are just so sweet, looking at me like that, i couldn’t keep going” you say, chuckling a little. 

“wait.” he says with a surprised face. “so you did it on purpose?” 

“yes, love. is this silly challenge i saw and wanted to try with you.”

“i can’t believe this” he says pretending to be offended. “i thought you actually loved me and wanted me to be your husband” he says, avoiding you as you try to kiss his face. “nuh-uh! you don’t get to kiss this pretty face -he points to his face- if you don’t apologize” 

“aww, come on tetsu, it was just a bit” you say still trying to kiss him.

“oh, so it was bit! i can’t believe you!” he chuckles, getting out of your way once again.

when he gets tired of getting away you are on your knees with his legs between yours, both hands on his cheeks. “of course i want you to be my husband, tetsuro.” you kiss him once. “and i only felt okay doing this, because i want to call you husband one day” you kiss him again. “so, now, can i please have my rights to kissing you pretty face back, i don’t know if i can live without them.” you ask dramatically and he blushes, responding with a very quiet ‘yeah’ leaning into another kiss.

after some more kisses you sit beside him again. 

“but i’m saving the video. your face was just too cute for me to delete it” you say, putting your phone away. 

“well, i’ll let it slide for now��

[powerfultenderness]

That Time...

That time you maybe sorta accidentally almost had phone sex with König

Rated: Mature Word Count: 2097 Notes: [Neighbor!König] 1. Chronological order? Never heard of her. 🤷‍♀️ (what happened before he left is an event for another chapter). 2. Sorry for the hiatus. IRL, you know?

König retreated to his temporary quarters with a sigh. It had been nearly 72 hours since he had proper sleep. A few naps in a jostling humvee was nothing compared to his bed at home. Free of gear and mask, he gently laid down on the stiff bed, wishing he was at home. This mission, already supposed to be a long one, had gone haywire before he even arrived. Meaning he first had to take control of the situation before he could even attempt his mission. Lucky for him, that meant he’d get bonus pay. 

He sighed again as he flopped over on his stomach, arm dangling off the edge of the bed, and eyes drifting to the small, much too small, desk. Some paperwork and a canteen of water sat on top. In the little drawer a pen and, the most important item he carried here, his personal phone.

He blinked and pushed himself up a bit, black paint leaving a small stain in his pillow and reached for the drawer. He had to lean over a bit more to reach, but he found his phone after a few blind taps. After a quick unlock he looked at his only text conversation. Yes, only. Very few people had his personal phone number, and all but one of those contacts communicated with him solely through calls. Ever since he exchanged numbers with you, you texted him quite often. Mostly quick questions: would he like to join you for dinner? Can you stop by real quick? Things of that nature.

He actually hated texting. The keyboard was too small for his big hands and auto correct proved not to be his friend. Still, he put up with even the small amount he did for you. 

He glanced at the time, doing quick mental math to determine what time it was at home. It was late, but not too late, and you had a habit of staying up late. He could- the phone slipped in his hand and, 

Shit!

He quickly sat up as he accidentally called you, finger hovering over the button to end the call. What if you answered? He desperately wanted to hear your voice. He loved his job but,

“König?” 

His stomach flipped and his heartbeat spiked as he faintly heard your voice. He swallowed thickly and put the phone to his ear.

Your voice, slightly creaky, started to panic. “König? Is everything alright? Are you back?” 

“Yes. I’m fine, darling. No, I’m not back yet.” He answered in an even and calm voice, feeling both guilty and touched that you were so worried about him.

You sighed and there was some faint shuffling, “it’s…” you paused and he could just see you biting your bottom lip. “What’s up?” 

“I.” He swallowed nervously again. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” 

…

The only thing he could hear was his blood pounding in his ears as he waited for your response. 

“König?”

“Yes?”

“Do you…miss me?” Your voice pitched up teasingly; he’d heard the tone enough to know that you were grinning.

Grateful that you couldn’t see how flushed his face was, he took a moment to push himself up the bed enough to lean back against the wall. “Y-yes.” He mumbled into the phone. 

“Aww! That’s sweet!” 

“It is?” 

“Yea.”

His heart, his stomach, his blood, fluttered again as a relieved smile crossed his face. “Do you,” he licked his lips, “do you miss me?”

You coughed on the other end of the call, “uhh…welllll….”

König gasped, “you don’t miss me?!” 

“What! No! Of course I do!” 

“No. You forgot about me the moment I left, didn’t you?” He sniffled dramatically, even placed a hand over his heart even though you couldn’t see him.

“Noo, König! I DO miss you!” You half giggled as he played with you.

“Oh? Then why the pause?”

“Uhm…” 

You looked around the room. His room. You really didn’t know how to explain this without coming off as creepy. (does that mean you are, in fact, creepy?) 

König saying your name, and not one of those cutesy nicknames he often used, drew you out of your thoughts. “I don’t know. It’s just. Uhm. You see.”

Now it was his turn to be worried. “What is it?”

You took a breath, “ok. I. I thought you were coming home tonight.”

He sighed, “I know, angel. I’m sorry, some unexpected-”

“No, no! That’s ok! I’m not upset about that!”

“Then what?” “I mean, I’m not upset at all!” 

“Ah. I was right. You don’t miss me.” 

“König!” 

He chuckled, “what are you trying to tell me?”

“Like I said, I thought you were coming home tonight. So I, uhm, used the key you gave me to cook dinner at your flat. I thought you might like to have dinner in the comfort of your own home.”

König’s heart thumped in his chest. In only a second the image of going home, to see you waiting for him, pampering him, feeding him, caring for him all flashed through his mind. It was an image he very much wanted. Your name quietly slipped past his lips, but you had only paused to take a breath and continued with your rambling.

“But then you didn’t and that’s fine, like, you said you were only estimating when you’d be back and then I started cleaning and, uhmm…” “Don’t tell me you burned down my flat?” 

“No!” You barked out a laugh, a little thankful that he interrupted before you could fully embarrass yourself. 

You sighed, you knew he wouldn’t drop it now. Sure enough you heard him once again asking you to just tell him. Instead you pulled your phone away from your face and turned on the camera. You snapped a quick selfie and after a breath, sent it to him. 

König’s phone buzzed in his hand just as he called your name again. He blinked and opened the text message you just sent him. His eyes widened and he quietly gasped as instead of a text, you sent a picture. It was nothing provocative, but it was you. Of you in bed. His bed. His blanket pulled up to your neck as you smiled sheepishly into the camera.

“-And then I got tired and laid down in your room.” You finished your explanation, unaware that König was still staring at the picture you sent. Unaware that he was now imagining what his life could be like if instead of staying on base after a long shift, he spent the extra time to go home and crawl into bed with you. 

“König?” You asked, voice tight with anxiety. “Are you mad at me? I’ll leave! And I’ll wash-” “No! No! I’m not mad! You can sleep there!”  Please sleep there!

“Are you sure? I get it, if I crossed a line-”

“I’m sure. Don’t leave. It’s late and it’s cold out.” 

It was late, sure, but it wasn’t cold; it was still summer. It was an excuse you both accepted.

“I am just surprised. You hate sleeping in your day clothes.” He tried to joke, to reassure you that he absolutely did not mind you sleeping in his bed. At least someone was enjoying it. Even if he did wish that he could enjoy it with you. 

You coughed nervously again, “well…”

Dear God. If you told him that you were sleeping naked in his bed? He’d abandon his post, steal a helicopter and fu-

“I kinda borrowed one of your shirts to wear as a nightgown. Is. Is that ok?” 

Oh. That made more sense than you climbing into his bed naked. He took a deep breath. “Of course, darling.”

You sighed in relief. The fact that he switched back to your normal nickname put you at ease. "Oh, good. It really makes for a comfy nightgown, so I can sleep in your comfy bed." 

You teased and chuckled at the groan he let out, assuming that it was his bed that he was missing. 

König chuckled with you, relaxing against the wall, and licked his lips as he felt another spike of anxiety flutter in his stomach. “Did you borrow a pair of my shorts too?” 

“What! No!” You laughed, “are you kidding? This shirt is so big on me, it can be a dress.” 

He closed his eyes and let his head drop against the wall. “Good. That is good.” 

“What? Why?”

He hummed as he imagined crawling into bed, flipping you onto your back so he could settle between your bare thighs, his hand grabbing a fistful of your smooth soft flesh until he was gripping your hip. 

“König?”

He froze, only now realizing how hard he was getting and where his free hand had been. He cleared his throat, “ah. It’s nothing, darling. I just want you to be comfortable.” 

“Me? How comfortable are you right now?” 

“Not very.” He answered honestly. The bed he was currently sitting on was too small for him, it was both stiff and lumpy, and the blanket was thinner than his shirt. “My couch is more comfortable than this.” 

“I mean, you do have a really comfortable couch.” 

“Hm. Especially with you on it too.” 

You blinked, stomach alight with butterflies. You must have heard him wrong, or he must have misspoke. He must have meant that his couch was more comfortable even if he had to share it with you. “Well, there is enough room for both of us.” 

“Yea.” He agreed, eyes closed as he thought about the night he left. Of the little shorts you had been wearing, so short that his hand hit the elastic of your panties before the fabric of your shorts when he “casually” dragged his hand up and down your body. “Enough for you to lie down with me.” 

You let out the quietest little gasp, a shiver running down your body as you remembered the feeling of his hands on you. “Oh. Yea…I was…kinda on top of you, though.” 

König grunted, now palming himself through his pants. He had a hard time forgetting the feeling of you grinding your hips into him. “A perfect fit.” 

That night had started out normal enough. Maybe it was the calming scent of the candle, or the steady rainfall and rolling thunder. It was not a cold night, but you still just wanted to cuddle with him. And he obliged.

You sighed over the phone, into König’s ear. He was so solid. And warm. You bit your lip, thighs clenched at the memory of his meaty thigh between your legs. 

Just a breathy whisper of his name had his eyes rolling back into his head, his free hand desperately pulling at his belt. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“König!” The voice of one of his men interrupted him before he could even fully undo his belt (thankfully). 

He growled and pulled the phone away from his face, “shit! What!” 

You jumped when König started yelling, there was some shuffling and more shouting. It gave you a moment to collect yourself, to realize what you were about to do, and think of an excuse to get off of this phone call.

An excuse you didn’t need, as he sighed and put the phone back up to his ear. “Listen, darling, I have to go.” 

You nodded, you expected as much after all that commotion. “Be safe.” 

“Yea. You too.” 

You stared at your phone once the call disconnected. He was always worried about you even though he was the one running into what you presumed to be an active war zone. You felt a little guilty that if things hadn't been so urgent on his side, you were about to end the call before things got even more intimate. (It was late! And you had to work in the morning!) What if you made it up to him?

Before you could chicken out, you quickly turned on the light and set your phone up on the nightstand to get a picture of you on the bed. You hadn’t borrowed one of his t-shirts, but a tank top, with a comfortable scoop neck on him. But on you? It dropped deep enough to reveal plenty of cleavage. 

Then you snapped a few pictures and choose the most flattering flirtatious one and quickly sent it to him, with the message: “thanks for letting me borrow your shirt!” 

To say that König was surprised when he returned to base was an understatement. How in the world was he supposed to concentrate on his work now?! 

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[haruchi-slit]

bottom choso bottom choso bottom choso bottom choso i just love bottom choso 😩

WARNINGS!: PETNAMES! REALLY CRINGE PETNAMES! dom! reader, sub! choso, choso is called as "pussyboy", reader is called as "miss"/"mistress", uhh fetish and kinks..and other very questionable stuffs, please be aware while reading basically just porn without a plot much like a fantasy of mine cause choso's such a babygirl some words are purposely lowercased :)

"Mhm-ah Choso~" you'd moan pinching your nipple, stimulating your pussy with your free hand, as your boyfriend sits on the edge of your shared bed, all tied up, naked, violet rope was crossed on his chest, making it appear more bigger than usual, his hand tied at his back, the base of his cock is also lightly tied, preventing him to cum, with a vibrator on top of his pink tip while you are all on fours on the couch, your pussy facing him, ass on the air, rolling his name out off your tongue, Choso's eyes were crossed, tongue lolled out as he tries not to cum, shivering, bitting his bottom lips holding his moans back, you dug your fingers in your cunt giving him full view of your gapping pussy,

"Choso eyes on me- you wouldn't want to miss this moment do you?" you hissed in pleasure, eyes already rolling to the depts of your skull- but, but that just wasn't enough, not enough for Choso..

"Miss, please please!- just fuck me already i can't handle it anymore!" he'd sputter, squriming on the bed arching his back, clenching his own arms that it started to bleed "ohoho, getting to greedy are we?" you teased removing your fingers off your cunt, shoving your finger soaked with your own pussy juice into his mouth, you'd push him, for him to lay completely on the bed, you sat on top of his chest, "Do you need me?" you'd ask him..as he nods desperately, "how much, hm?" you'd tease "so much!" he'd sputter- "really hmm?" "yes ma'am please.." he cries sweet, sweet beads of pre-cum leaking from his abused tip- you removed the vibrator off his cock, "if sooo, can i ride your face?" you asked him sweetly, giving his cock a few painfully good pumps, smearing his pre-cum all over his abdomen and the base of his cock

"yes, yes miss do as you please!" he growled eagerly, as you crawled on top of his face, slowly lowering your hips to latch your pussy on his mouth, rutting your hips back and fucking, forth, grinding on his mouth like a bitch in heat-

"Mhmm that's right, you pussyboy, go on- shit! just like that baby.." eventually after minutes of grinding on his mouth and nose you finally came, hard so fucking hard that he deserves a good little treat from you, his mistress,

"Such good pussy eater...you deserve a reward for being my sweet- fucking pussyboy, yes?", you sat on his fleshy thighs...

"yess, yess yess please mistress!" he'd beg for your sweet, sweet pussy "I need your pussy, please fuck- let me feel your pussy miss!" "you're such a greedy boy! who're you to demand? as a punishment you'll only have a blowjob" his ears perks as his eyes widen, "no, no, noo.. that's not i meant mistress! please let me feel your pussy!" he'd rebut "no, decision's final, you greedy, man-bitch." you'd respond to his plea "take it or lose it you decide." you asked with a stoic expression, raising your eyebrow,

"d-do as you please mistress..." he'd submit, he can't, and he'll never ever disobey his woman! "good boy." you prepped your lap on top of his thighs as your pump your hand up and down to his leaking cock "mis-nghh!-" he'd cry as you mercilessly tease his tip, circling your thumb on the hole of his tip, you'd reach for his erected nipples, groping it also pinching it, you opened your mouth and accepted his huge cock, sliding it deepppp down in your throat! bobbing your mouth back and forth, OHH he'd goooo so fucking crazy

"ngnhh- s-slow down mis-!" and just like that he came in your mouth! You licked and savored every drop of his semen, keeping it in your mouth, you slowly opened your mouth to show him his thick cum, making sure there are no spills, you smirked, crawling to his twitching,overstimulated body, you held his cheeks open and kissed him hungrily until the two of didn't had any breath left, Choso's cum was mess on both of your face and his,

"Well... you gotta taste your self sometimes pussyboy"

cheerleader head canon au next!

[aziraphales-library]

hihihi sooo i finished season 2 of good omens and i have noo idea where to start when looking for fics as there are like soo i need some recommendations for beginners :3

i’m a big sickfic and hurt/comfort enjoyer, that’s mostly what i read lmao. i’m pretty open to anything except nsfw fics!! i like uhh coffee shop aus and like calm chill stuff.

thank you so much to either of the mods for reading this and maybe answering this!!! love ur guy’s account <3

Hello! I am still baffled by the idea of "beginner fics"—just jump in! We have #fandom classics you could start with if you want, and we have #hurt/comfort, #sick fic, and #coffee shop au tags. Here are more coffee shop fics to add...

Coffee and Tea by Chemery (T)

What if Good Omens but coffee shop AU with some angst and fluff mixed in?

The East Wall by Aloe_Vera13 (G)

Crowley owns a 24/7 coffee house near Aziraphale's university, he is immediately interested in the cute linguistic student coming for coffee late into the night. ------------ “Okay, I’ll have the ‘French Kiss.’” Aziraphale paused for a moment before adding, “The latte.” He pointed at the menu for extra clarity, feeling his face heat up. “Coming right up, angel.” Crowley smiled as he turned around, just missing as Aziraphale’s light pink blush turned up to practically magenta.

Tea For Two by ICanSingNoRequiem (T)

Aziraphale is living his life in London's Soho District when he's summoned to the sleepy town of Eden to settle the affairs of his recently deceased childhood friends.

Coffee Breath by midnightdragons (M)

He stared, mouth half-open, at the stranger he had collided with, and became momentarily frozen in place as his barreling heart caught up to his fretting mind. The (man? woman? neither? well, there was a he/they pin clasped to their sweater, so at least he had that to go off of) person who he had just crashed into, knocked onto their arse, and made spill coffee all over their things, was undeniably and irrevocably the most gorgeous creature Aziraphale had ever laid eyes on in his entire life. Just his luck.

A rather cliche but cute human AU story with bookshop owner!Aziraphale, plant shop owner!Crowley, and a meet-cute involving spilt coffee, with angst but also lots of fluff because we all need a cute little story sometimes. Featuring a bonus chapter with their "first time."

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

The Defiant Houseplant by corvidae9 (M)

A professor doing his best to start over and a barista still flogging himself for mistakes of the past meet cute and hit it off like a house on fire. Excellent! Now can they make something sweet out of their broken bits and partially healed lives with the help of a small band of odd and oddly familiar friends? (and frenemies?) (SPOILER: Yes. The answer is yes. Absolutely. Hallelujah and amen.)

- Mod D

[reinafish]

AU yapping time finally UwU

So, Sonic is part of a prophecy. No wayy omg it’s not like I keep mentioning it ANYWAYS

The Gods(tm) contacted the Oracle of Delphius abt it and she (yes SHE) told Aleena. So uhm. Aleena’s son, Nikki, needs to be the vessel(??) of a star child thing(????? Idk what im doing BUT ITS FUN💖)

So uhm, they do that. Ofc Aleena and Berny don’t want to do it but like. They have to. </3 They take Nikki (he’s like 4) and do a ritual thing idk how it goes. SONIA (who was like 6-8) ACCIDENTALLY WITNESSED IT :( SHE LOVED HER BROTHER NOO uhh that messed her up fr. Luckily Berny noticed and hired Lady Windermere as her therapist (this sounds so funny BUT ITS TRUE THIS IS PART OF IT😭)

Manic was born like 2 yrs later and Sonia is rlly protective of him

Anyways back to the ritual- Uhh they did the thing and. it quite literally teleported Nikki somewhere else completely (Green Hills) cs he couldn’t stay w em for some reason :(

Nikki is outside of Christmas Island now ig and does the stuff in the first game like fight Eggman (btw when he went super for the first time, that’s what gave him star pupils and star ears)-

he then meets Amy in CD

They become friends !! Well, sorta- Nikki can’t remember anything prior to teleporting to Green Hills, not even his name… so it’s hard for Amy to understand him, but she names him Sonic ^_^

It’s not until he meets TAILS that he learns stuff again :D Tails teaches him how to talk and other things!!

Everything after that is pretty normal- He meets Knuckles and then there’s the murals which they feel look a lil familiar but wtv

Shadow bc he’s important.. I guess

He’s based off those murals, that’s it

I love Blaze so I rlly need to say this

She’s sorta based off black holes bc Sonic is a star. I’m gonna flesh out the Sol Dimension eventually trust bro

Unleashed my beloved

Chip knows, that’s all I’m saying❤️ also this is around the time Sonic gets those cyan markings lol

THERE’S GONNA BE MORE I JUST DONT KNOW IT YET💖💖💖

Anyways I rlly need to talk abt this now:

Nikki is not Sonic and Sonic is not Nikki

Nikki doesn’t exist anymore.

So when Sonia or Aleena and Berny accidentally call him that, it’s really… well, sad. Sonic doesn’t like it. That’s not who he is. He hasn’t been him for 13 years. Manic is the only one that hasn’t called him that.

:) yeah so im giving him more of an identity crisis lol..

Ok yeah thats it for this shitty au bye

[movedchromednova]

HIII HO!! i’d like to hear ur thoughts on chris w a lazy ass pillow princess gf… like yeah she’s gonna lowkey instigate the shit but then she’s just gonna stare up at him like 🤨 well?

him lowkey trying to knock some sense into her by only letting her dry hump him… and when she doesn’t wanna do it… ORGASM CONTROL HI HELLO!!!!?!!?!! holding her hips down to wind her up and up and up and then slowing down to fuck with her… sigh…

Im in this post and i like it... tehe..🤭

him tryna be stern with you and be like

"Kay you wanted to be a brat take care of yourself"

followed by

"uhh..i dont wanna?"

THE RELATIONSHIP IS LOWK HILARIOUS LMDAO

acts annoyed but secretly loves being able to do literally whatever he wants cuz you're so pliant 😩

"Hon, c'mon already i asked you to do something- do it please?"

"but.. nooo.. that's so much work Chrissyyyyyy..."

"...Okay.. fine this one time- i will let it slide"

(he lets this slide everytime btw.)

Ending up in Chris fucking you while you're on your back- forcing a vibrator to your clit while he slows and speeds up his thrusting and the toy and seconds before youre gonna cum he takes it off and pulls out 😔😔

"N-nono!- noo! Chris!"

"Aw what? what was that? is my girl complaining because she didn't wanna do the work? and is now facing punishment?"

"Yes! yes i'm complaining! i was gunna cum!.."

"That's just too damn bad huh? now quit complaining and let me fuck you."

only to be cut off by the feeling of him pushing in and the vibrator getting set to high... oOo