#nonnie mail

[goodeapple]

you got any of that good shit with Cregan Stark ?

oh, i thought ya'll would never ask

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“it’s nothing, really husband.” ysilla giggles, and while it’s infuriatingly cute and the most welcome sound he’s heard all night, the matching smirk her stepfather dons begins to stir his blood. 

“it seems you’ve married a puppy, little one.”

cregan doesn’t quite care for the way the rogue prince’s eyes hang on his stepdaughter. the way they seem to caress her lips and the arch of her brow. how they drink in the glow of her skin and the sweep of her curls. and, most heinously, how they gaze on the swell of her tits and the bloom of her backside. 

he knows the targaryens blend blood and desire without shame from the gods but after tonight, ysilla is no longer just a targaryen. she’s a stark too, and starks protect their own. 

“puppies have been known to guard what is theirs with fierceness that shouldn’t be rivaled. And their teeth aren't just for looks, good father.” cregan picks his words carefully, playing the game his uncle had told him is so important down here. he usually wouldn’t layer a threat so subtly- he has no time for fancy words, his blade and his bluntness enough to get his point across. but stabbing his wife’s stepfather isn’t an approved wedding gift, so he bites his tongue until he tastes metal. 

ysilla blinks at him, her eyebrows raising in surprise, but the smile pulling at her mouth is impressed. she curls around his arm, tucking herself into his side and he calms almost immediately. he wants to groan- he’s already wrapped around his wife's little finger. 

daemon regards him with apathetic eyes, his only retort to take a sip from his goblet before departing with a lingering hmmm. the festivities are in full swing, northmen and southerners mingling without long learned prejudices, barrels and barrels of ale doing wonders for their moods.

“well that was fun.” ysilla laughs, her demureness fading away with every cup she drains. her cheeks are rosy, from rouge and wine, and cregan can’t stop himself from wondering if she flushes all over when she’s happy, when she’s excited. the glaze over her eyes turns the orbs into glossy amethyst stones, bejeweled and sparkling, hypnotizing to any who stare too deep.

“you know… all of my maids warned me of the brutish tendencies of north wolves,” ysilla’s fingertips tickle his skin as she traces fine lines over the scars on his forearm. she trails upwards, gliding up the swell of his bicep and across his shoulder before coming to rest at the column of his neck. cregan swallows, feeling like a rabbit in a trap, the princess a wolf creeping closer. his pulse jumps and she must feel it, as her thumb starts to stroke the bob of his throat. 

“how I should be prepared to discover bruises on my hips… my thighs… my breasts. how I might walk with a limp depending on his…” ysilla's focus draws to the front of his breeches, her small pink tongue darting out to moisten her mouth. cregan feels a growl start to rumble in his chest. 

“size.” 

all is quiet between the newlyweds, the raucous sound of both of their families filling dragonstone to the brim. 

“i thought you didn’t want a bedding ceremony.” cregan finally says tersely. ysilla’s forehead crinkles, her head tilting, regarding him with confusion.

“i don’t.”

“well, if you don’t want me to drag you to the nearest chamber and prove to you how much of a brute your new husband can be,” he clasps her wandering hand in his, squeezing gently before lacing their fingers together. “i beg of you to stop driving me fucking mad with your touch.” 

ysilla smiles and he’s seen shadowcats with duller teeth. 

“all I’ve wanted since I saw you this morning is to slip into your lap and ride you like a wild horse. and to admire exactly what I get to spend the rest of my life having fill me up every night.”

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btw, i read this ask like this

[littlexdeaths]

hi mari!!

first of all i LOVE the way you write! i love how you write eddie so much and i had a request for whenever you get the time and if you want to write it… so, i saw this spicy video (iykwim) and there was this thing that honestly made everything so much hotter. when the guy took off his girls panties he hung them on himself (he was already hard obviously) and he then f*cked her like that until they finished even on different positions……. i was speechless i have never seen anything like it and it was hot as hell!

so i was thinking of maybe you writing something like that where eddie surprises the reader by hanging her panties/thong on his hard pack and doing the reader like that. i just thought that was such an eddie/dilf!eddie thing to do i had to tell you hehe tell me what you think👀🤭

hi darling!!

and thank you so much, that really means a lot to me 🥹

also, im so sorry this definitely isn’t what you asked for, but this thought is just stuck in my head and i had to get it out. besides i needed something to make me giggle today.

so i hope this okay 🥺

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: eddie is the biggest dork of all time, allusions to oral & sex, dick talk lmao

“Eddie, take them off please?” you whine, as he continues to brush his fingers over the elastic band.

He’s been at this for the last twenty minutes, touching you over your now soaked underwear. Before teasingly running his fingers back up along the seam.

And in turn driving you absolutely mad.

His eyes meet yours, mischief clouding his irises as he hooks his fingers beneath the elastic. He tugs them down slowly, letting his fingers graze along your thighs as he goes.

Once they are finally off you breathe a sigh of relief, spreading your legs wider for him. But he’s not looking at you now. Instead his gaze is focused on the pair of panties he has hooked around his index finger.

He swings them in a circle, ignoring your groan of annoyance, “Come on, Ed, what are you doing?”

If he hadn’t been teasing you for so long you might find his actions funny, but right now all you wanted was his face buried between your thighs.

“Just… hold on a second, babe.” He says, attempting to hold back a laugh. “I wanna try something.”

You watch in confusion as he suddenly pulls his hardened cock from the confines of his boxers. That confusion turns to mock horror as he hooks your panties around his shaft.

Eddie places his hands on his hips as he begins to swing them in a circle. The article of clothing begins to swing slightly, but it’s his cock that is gaining more momentum.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh at the utter ridiculous display in front of you.

Your boyfriend peeks up at you from under his lashes, as he continues to swing his dick around even faster. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, as a familiar look of concentration passes over his features.

“What’s it look like, sweetheart? Tryin’ to see if I can swing ‘em in a circle.”

[bloodbruise]

regulus sending james little videos of him getting himself off while james is at work

oh this is... yeah this is it.

he changes it up. sending james videos of him languidly stroking his cock and whining lowly. hips jerking into his hand with a wobbly, "fuck- james." or videos of him, legs spread and three fingers inside himself, with the caption 'they don't feel as good as yours :(' sometimes its one of him desperately grinding into the mattress, high pitched cries muffled by the bed sheets. he's sending pictures too. ones of him messy, cum covering his hands and chest after getting himself off. or texts of 'come home soon daddy <3' followed by pictures of him in lingerie—with pretty lace and pink bows that make james fucking feral. all of it does really, no matter what regulus sends. james thinks he must have been born with innate wiring that inevitably makes his brain short circuit whenever he sees regulus naked.

reg is a bastard too, sending them when he knows james is in a meeting. tries to see if he can get him weak, get him to send a 'christ love, you're gonna kill me' or an 'add another finger' the unspoken 'and send me another video once you do' clear to regulus. or, if he's already weak, see if he can get james to break. get him to excuse himself from the meeting and fumble into his office. to not even bother locking the door before shoving his pants down and wrapping a hand around himself. to use the last of his functioning brain cells to press the call button next to regulus' name; before dipping into arousal-induced drunkness at the sounds of regulus' moans and pictures on his phone.

[iwaasfairy]

⛩️: faiwy, you can’t spell incessant bickering without incest and who always bickers incessantly in haikyuu?

“tsumu-nii, samu-nii, do identical twins have the same dick size?”

“nah, mine is bigger.”

“nuh uh, samu! mine’s way bigger,”

“here baby, we’ll show you.”

AdHndhdjriorirjrj yEEEE it would be suchghhhh a (pleasure) pain to be stuck between the two of them, constantly trying to one up each other. BUT THIS MAKES ME SHRgGfdgsUR SCREAAAMMMMM ⛩️ nonnIE PLSKDJJRJR

i feel like the little sister wouldn't even start it,, more like, suddenly someone just decides that who's dick is bigger is up for question now and you're the one who's gotta bear witness before they get into a fucking fight about it JHGfusdifygis

"yer actin' stupid. it doesn't matter. and if it does, mine is definitely bigger. i'm a centimeter taller than you too."

"like hell ya' are- stupid samu, i've been in locker rooms with ya since elementary. i know my dick is bigger."

"no, it ain't." and then as soon as you look up and even so much as give the tiniest frown, they'll both be crowding into your space and being wayyyy too comfortable with you. "who's got the bigger cock?"

"what?? what are you two fighting about?"

"just take a quick look, c'mon- it'll be easy ta tell anyway."

"think again, tsumu. yer full of shit." then he'll look at you as if this is your problem now too. "settle it for us? you've seen yer big brother's naked before, right?"

"wait, wait, wait, maybe she should decide when we're hard- ain't that fair or somethin'?"

"w-what? how the hell are ya gonna get hard right now, niichan?"

"hmmm, I don' know. put yer mouth on it?"

[stunie]

I’m an Umemiya girlie (and Togame) through and through but I’ve recently started to see Sakura’s appeal. Do you have any recs handy for good Sakura fics?

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HIIIII CHERRY WELCOME BACK !! hope ur doing awesome!!! (: 🤍 sakura appeal is so real. here is a list that i split into sfw / nsfw for you <33 uhh but they’re not all fics !! i put the long ones at the top tho xx

also so sorry . i read so many that i can’t remember them all :’) i didn’t include very many but these r some of the recent ones ive read !! make sure to read their rules before interacting as always!! (also amazing taste. ume girlies <333 yes .)

NSFW STUFF:

exposure therapy (ft. suo). this fic ! the one where i maxxed my tags ? yes this one. the characterization is unreal. it’s a must read. a MUST READ.

you fuck in ume’s bed (🥲) i’m not gonna link eve’s entire masterlist here but head straight to her account if u need sakura!! there’s like three other fics i can see rn >///<

phone sex . god . i’m not gonna say anything else. just read the first paragraph and you’ll understand.

raw for the first time !!!!!!!! this made me fall to my knees btw. i actually squatted down against the floor bc i wasn’t gonna read this standing .

SFW STUFF:

miscommunication : i haven’t read the full fic version yet wtf ??? i read the short version. i will be reblogging this one soon. it was so. so. cute.

CUTENESS AGGRESSSSSIONN : u BITE sakura and it’s cute.

decorating his room! : this made me soft … he needs this love fr

he gets jealous : HE GOT JEALOUS OF SUO .

realizes he has a crush on u : all of bibi’s works for sakura r just ..

patching him up after a fight : CUTE. CUTIE . YEAH !

he visits the bakery u work at : he’s trying his best here !!!

calling him by his first name : sakura ko’d by this btw

you feed him veggies : now how did u manage to do that ??

there’s only one bed .. : oh dear .

[ejudollz]

you kinda give hot girl, just thought I'd let you know that

what!!!! omg thank u so much?? 😭😭😭 idk what makes u say this but just so u know this just made my night omg thank u so much 😭😭

[peachsayshi]

actually going crazy over your last post like i wish i could use better words but it’s actually reduced me to soup for brains rn.

OK BUT imagine all that and include….. forced proximity.

like i have this hc ab having him asigned to you during his transition into the jj world, maybe bc ur technique counters his well somehow? (irrelevant to my horny brain, but i also like to imagine a technique similar to the avatar from atla very ambitious ik, which would include blood bending) and the elders want to be really sure he’s not a threat. so here you are the first few months (im ignoring everything bad going on in the manga lmao) with Choso following you around everywhere bc you’re not allowed to have him out of your sight. can you imagine the first few times he caught on to your “heat” and didn’t know what to do with himself? he can barely get away from you long enough to clear his head and it drives him crazy.

anyways, i could go on forever ESPECIALLY ab Choso, but yeah love your writing and i wanted to share what it made me think of <3

(cw: voyeurism; primal/prey (ish?) )

nonnie, please, let's talk about this some more. choso isn't leaving my head today and I feel like I'm about to go insane.

(ps. the details of your technique countering/balancing choso's is such an amazing idea!! I love that!!)

oh, our poor baby boy. he would be positively frazzled in the beginning - he'd struggle to cope, and look visibly distraught. at first you just think it's an inherent strangeness that he has because he's half cursed spirit. but then you start realizing that this reaction doesn't always happen because there are times when he's completely normal and not like he's been plagued with visceral discomfort.

you like choso. you think he's sweet, a little innocent and naive, but kind overall. he never gave you any reason to doubt that but even you can't deny the dark glimmer in his eye when he looks at you. it's a gaze that he shares with no one else. and the expression on his face, cheeks red with a friendly smile, simply counter the danger that swirls in his irises.

it's a look that makes you want to hide like a bunny scampering away from a lone predator.

of course, you have to tell yourself that you're being foolish. shrugging off your ridiculous nerves when you remind yourself that this is choso you're worrying about.

the man can barely hold it together when yuji shows him one of those adorable cat videos that he finds online. there's no reason for you to be so unnerved by him.

and yet, you're you're hyper aware of how small the space is whenever you're forced to share a room together while away on a mission. you notice that choso, is in fact, quite large and takes up plenty of the space. he's all broad shoulders and ripped muscle; obsidian details contrasting against his smooth, pale canvas. you can't turn without him being in your line of sight.

trapped in a cage of four walls.

it's when you're alone with him that you pay attention to how those eyes deepen, sinking further into the depths of peculiar mystery, revealing a puzzle that you can't seem to decipher. it's when you're alone with them where you realize that sometimes his attention will drop to your lips, or to your breasts. it's when you're alone with him when you feel the pulse of adrenaline reverberate across your skin, goosebumps rising with your heart beating wildly as you ponder whether or not to let your guard down.

he slips up once when you're both away. you swear you felt him breathe in the scent of your perfume against your neck, but choso reacted like nothing was out of the ordinary as you spun on your heel to confront him. his discipline strikes with a twitch of his jaw and a clench of his fist, and he simply fibs that he was looking over your shoulder to observe the mission documents on the table.

his cheeks are blushing furiously now, and it twists your stomach into knots.

he can't possibly...

you shake your head, refusing to reduce his behavior to something so simple as a silly crush.

yes, you both spend a lot of time together, but choso is a death painting womb. he isn't even human. there is no way that he could be feeling those kind of feelings. and especially not with you.

but the thought sits in your head until later that evening, when you're standing in the hotel bathroom. there's an ache in your chest that's spreading down between your legs. you've never actually thought about choso in this capacity, and you don't understand why it's making every nerve tingle.

it's bold of you to make the decision and open the shared bathroom door until it was ajar. to then step into the steamy shower, the silhouette of your enticing, captivating curves a print for the wolf to track. and you can't help but wonder as warm droplets trickle over your soft, delicate skin...if he's standing there right now, and observing you patiently from the shadows.

[goodeapple]

one more cregan crumb from you.. PLEAK 🙏🏼🙏🏼

if i must 😔✋

“everyone is around here somewhere. i think all that’s left is my sister.” jace says, dropping his duffel next to the couch before flopping down on it with a heavy sigh.

cregan grabs the framed picture off the side table, looking at the pre-pubescent faces of the targaryen kids. jace is all sunburnt baby fat, and luke’s curls are a mop on his head. little joff is splayed out on the quilt they're all sat upon, tucked carefully between his siblings' knobby knees. the only girl, ysilla, smiles with all her teeth and throws up a peace sign with her left hand. it was taken at the summer place they have in pentos- jace had brought him along on holiday last june. 

"the last piece on the targ chessboard. can't say i'm not kinda excited to meet her." the northman hums, setting the picture back with careful fingers, the heavy crystal frame threatening to tumble from his grip.

jace looks at him oddly before recognition dawns on his face. "i always forget you two've never met. which is kinda crazy because my sister's my rock. she's been there for everything."

cregan admires the unity of his friend's family. they're all joined at the hip- heart on their sleeves, everything laid bare for each other to pick and tear apart, but they don't. they love with a tenderness that cregan can't begin to understand. feelings, especially talk of feelings is far from a northern custom.

"only girl outta all you boys- poor lass probably ran away to join the silent sisters." cregan japes, collapsing into the plush sofa with a pleased groan. he hates traveling when it's hot (he's not built for it).

jace snorts, face shoved into a pillow. "yeah right, they'd kick her arse out."

somewhere in the spacious estate, a heavy door slams and syrax and caraxes go barking mad.

"im home! where is everybody!" a clear chiming bell of a voice echos cathedral-like from the foyer.

jace pops up like a fresh daisy. "silli! come 'ere, want you to meet someone."

cregan feels oddly nervous as he catches the fall of footsteps coming up the hall. his heart hammers thickly in his chest as a figure appears in the doorway, sliding into place like she's always been there.

"creg, man, this is my older sister, ysilla. 'silla, this is my best mate, cregan stark."

small fuckin' world.

cregan makes his legs work before his mouth can catch up. he rises, knees like jelly in a jar and edges in for a handshake. ysilla regards with him a careful, calculating look, shock clinging to the edges of her expressive eyes, but meets him halfway.

"pleased to meet ya."

"pleasure's all mine... i've heard so much about you... cregan."

the halloween playlist hooked up to the aux is playing "thriller" for the third time in a row and it would be beyond irritating if it wasn't doing a fantastic job of muffling the pleased moans and whimpers coming out of the coat closet.

"sssooo good, seven hells." the girl purrs, rocking forward on cregan's lap with steady swells of her hips.

floris always throws quite the celebration, but cregan's never had this good of a time.

they've been dancing together all night, a spark ignited between two strangers, kindled by jungle juice and floris' remark of ohhhh my gosh, little red riding hood and the big bad wolf! you two would just make the cutest couple! he hadn't even caught her name- a real one that is, but 'little red' would do in a pinch.

"you're a loud little thing." he whispers at her ear, the guava in her lotion sticky on his tongue from where he'd licked the sweet dip of her shoulder.

"mmm, i can't help it. you have a really nice dick." the cinnamon on her breath from the firewhiskey shots they shared make her kisses melt like butter. cregan dips his tongue into her mouth and takes a sip.

"wait 'till i give it to ya from behind."

"doggystyle, eh?" little red giggles, then gasps as cregan curls his grip over the top of her thighs, dragging her deeper onto his cock. the low rumbling coming from his chest booms like thunder. he's more of a hands on kind of man but he'll take this and die happy.

"gotta live up to my namesake." he unties the knot keeping the ruby red cloak over her shoulders. it sheds itself in a crimson wave, the heavy velvet gliding down her bare skin like ribbon off of a present. his present, one he doesn't intend to spoil.

the big bad wolf, even with carpet burn on his cheeks.

jace looks at ysilla expectantly, blinking at her in that well? kind of way.

"what?" she snaps. he gives her a funny look, shouldering past her with an irritated huff, and repeats himself as he disappears down the hall.

"creg's stayin' with us for the rest of the summer. he's gonna crash in the room next to your's, mum wanted me to give you a heads up. be nice."

the silence between the two not-so strangers is every bit of uncomfortable as you'd think it'd be.

"guess we're neighbors." ysilla murmurs, her tone one of resigned acceptance.

"looks that way." cregan catches her eye and holds it. i can go. he tries to say without speaking. i'll fib to jace and get the fuck out of your house in no time flat, just say the word.

the silence returns and he won't lie- he checks her out. it's such a shame he met her under the glow of dimly lit jack-o-lanterns and purple string lights, because if he thought she was beautiful then, she's a fucking knockout now.

"if you ever need a cup of sugar, just knock on my door." ysilla jokes dryly, an olive branch, complete with her sincere/bashful grin that crackles warmth through the ice in his veins.

"just don't huff and puff and blow my house down, alright?" with a mischievous smirk and a matching wink, she leaves him grinning like a fool. he's staying through october, jace already planning a party to end all other halloween ragers.

maybe cregan and ysilla can make a tradition out of it all.

"you got it, little red."

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[lacehartz]

hfhffhf barry being so so mean in bed is frying my brain rn like ik hes so harsh and abusive 🤕🤕🤕🤕🤕

cw in tags.

firmly believe he doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t directly benefit him … he’s brutal during sex because it gets him off. he’d def be into borderline snuff, seeing your fingers pathetically claw at the big hands around your neck just gets him so fucking hard. he cums to your purple face and at the thought of being the one that finally turns your lights off ^_^ barry is a grimy, disgusting man, he’s not above bodily fluids like blood or vomit either; anything he can do to make you feel lesser and inconsequential, he’ll make sure it happens.

[late-to-the-party-81]

How are Ari and Angel spending Valentine's Day?

Talking Talking Happy Talk

AN: Thank you sweet nonnie for this ask. Here is a little snippet of their first Valentine’s together and follows on from The day after tomorrow.

This is unbeta’d so apologies if the tenses are all over the place.

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Relationship: Ari Levinson x Female Reader (Angel)

Word Count: 850

CW: Mild Angst, passionate thoughts about Ari, Fluff and flirting.

You didn’t know why you were in such a panic, it was just another day after all. That’s what you tried to tell yourself, anyway, but your mind had other ideas. It was screaming at you that you ought to do something, some grand gesture because it was Valentine’s Day, but on the other hand, you’d only been dating for seven weeks. Was that too soon? Would Ari think you desperate if you did something romantic?

You’d gone back and forth on this several times over the past week. There were three — THREE — Valentine’s cards stuffed in your drawer, all with differing levels of romanticism to them. Yes, you could have actually asked Ari what he wanted to do, but you weren’t feeling brave enough — secure enough — for that yet. He’d given you so much already, being supportive and sweet, and most of all patient.

It’s not like you didn’t want to sleep with him. You did. You absolutely, really did. But at the same time, taking that next step just hadn’t felt right. Not so far anyway. Maybe it’s because you were enjoying the build-up — the anticipation. The kisses that went on and on, burning you up from the inside and melting you. The touches, both those deliberate and long-lasting, and the ones brief and accidental. Every one sent shivers running up your spine and left you yearning for more. There’d been dates out — to the movies, bowling, restaurants, the zoo — and evenings at home that were similar to the ones you’d had before, except now with more cuddles. There’d been a few more sleep overs as well — ones that had tested your resolve — but Ari had been a complete gentleman throughout them all. 

Only once had you felt the evidence of his desire for you, last week, when you’d been sitting on his lap and the kisses and touches had become so heated you thought you’d burst into flames. As soon as he’d realised, Ari had shifted you along his legs, back towards his knees and apologised for making you feel uncomfortable, but not for being aroused by you. You’d already known, albeit only in an abstract way up until that point, that Ari was attracted to you — he’d told you as much on many occasions — but this was the first time that you really knew. And it made you feel powerful. Sexy. Desirable. 

However, no matter how much of a quandary you were in, you had to get ready. Ari was coming over. Not because it was Valentine’s per se, but because it was Friday and for the last few weeks he’d been coming over to see you for a cosy night in at the end of the working week. A chance for both of you to unwind, he’d said. To relax and reconnect ahead of the weekend.

You moved into your bedroom and observed yourself in the mirror. Should you change your clothes? Dress a little nicer? You shook your head at the absurdity of your wandering thoughts. What was an evening of relaxing for, if it wasn’t for wearing yoga pants and a baggy hoodie (that might have once belonged to your giant of a boyfriend)?

The familiar knock was welcome when it came, and you opened your door with a smile, only to come face to face with a massive bunch of flowers. A giggle wormed its way up your throat. “Are you under there, Ari?” A multitude of pink and red roses, intermingled with baby’s breath, moved to the side to reveal Ari’s broad grin.

“Too much?” 

You shook your head, your lower lip pulled between your teeth. “No. They’re perfect.” You man-handled the flowers from Ari so he could come and shed his coat, wondering if you had enough vases in your apartment to contain them all. As you stood by your sink, trimming the stems, you felt Ari’s arms wrap around your waist and nuzzle at your hair.

“I’m glad you like them, Angel. I couldn’t let the day go unmarked, but I was worried that it would be too much, too soon.”

You put down the scissors and turned in his embrace, brushing a lock of golden brown hair behind his ear. “You were unsure as well?” you questioned “I’ve got a selection of cards in my drawer because I wanted to get you one, but kept questioning how sentimental it should be.”

Ari chuckled and dropped a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Maybe both of us should have been better at talking to the other? I’ve been on tenterhooks all week, wondering if this was the right gesture, too much or not enough.”

“You could never be either of those things. You’re as perfect as those flowers.”

“And you, sweetheart, should never worry about not hitting the right amount of sentimentality.”

“Flatter,” you teased, moving up onto your toes and leaning in.

“Where will it get me?” he murmured as his lips came down on your own, effectively stopping you from responding. However, it didn’t stop you thinking that very soon, it would get him everywhere.

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[ennabear]

hear me out hear me out hear me out.... sevika angst based on amber waves... HEAR ME OUT!!!

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anon you are cruel… why would you ask for this :(

the doc has been made btw… 100k words of sevika angst based on amber waves coming soon btw…

[bloodbruise]

Sirius is only fans creator but Remus doesn't know. One day Remus enters their room while Sirius is recording.

oh my god and they're roomates. like sirius thinks remus isn't gonna be home for a while so he's being loud. but remus is coming home early and bursting into sirius' room to tell him something, and he stopping dead in his tracks when he sees him.

sirius is yelping and slamming the phone down, so embarrassed but remus is not leaving because holy fucking shit he knew he thought sirius was hot but he’s still awestruck. and then they have to fuck ab it.. sorry it’s the rules.

[iwaasfairy]

GOJO for SURE wants you to piss on him. He’s probably real gross about it too, begging n shit. He might also be on the list of men who piss in you cuz he’s nasty like that <3 Geto ofc has you piss on him for the humiliation factor by not letting you up off his lap. Who else, who else…I’ll be back. You activated my piss kink sleeper agent, so I’ll leave this here -⚠️

tw piss

I can absolutely see satoru piss on you and in you bc he wants to mark his territory and knows you’ll let him get away with it. Cry and struggle against him all you want, he’ll just shush you and mock your big puppy eyes until you cant take it anymore, rubbing your clit rough and fast !!! He just wants to see you pathetic beneath him soooo bad, he loves watching those beady tears fall from your eyes and make your cheeks all glittery and have you rubbing your face into his palm

And yEEEEEE GETO GETO SAMAAA he would he would you’re so real nonnie that sparked a vision in me !! (๑ÒωÓ๑)/ geto makes you drink and drink and drink in front of your friends and then waits til you start shuffling in your seat and ask him for permission— and then smiles all saint like when he goes “nope”. Instead his hand sneaks under the table and those long fingers toy with the pretty wet pussy he left behind before to squeeze your clit, thumbing it until your legs shake and !! start whining and tearing up as he bullies you because you gotta go soooo bad n “please geto sama, please, please can I go please please please? I gotta pee so bad please please I can’t hold it any more please” it’s just sooo cute to watch that horrible embarrassed flush come up to your entire face and keep you there trying to get aes from his hand

[genshinarchives]

I like how villainess!y/n starts off cheerful and easygoing, and with each memory that reveals the truth of her past, she progressively becomes more serious and resentful towards the people that have contributed to her misery. I can only imagine how bitter she'll become once she fully regains her memories - imagine how shattered Kazuha will be once he realises that she's not healing but instead destroying herself (again). I'm so excited for the future chapters!

HAHA yeah that was intended :")) I can't imagine her retaining the liveliness and innocence she had in the modern world, she's bound to revert once she remembers everything but not fully since she's not alone anymore uwu)

Destroying herself again, eh? Not on Yoimiya's watch! 😤

[zynari]

i read the note on your smau, and if you don't mind me asking, who is your favorite smau author and what are your favorite smaus?? 😅 it's alright if you don't answer im just curious!! (I LOVE CAUGHT IN THE FLASH BTW ❤️❤️)

hi anon!

i used to binge read smaus before and it really, really, hooked me so here are my fav authors and their work! (they are mostly xiao and scara smau 😅)

behind the lens and just playing the part by @/ventismacchiato ,

keep my heart by @/aestherin ,

call it what you want and be my mistake by @/aequha ,

elysian by @/floylia ,

be over you by @/aries-afk ,

what's so good about him?! by @/luvkuvi ,

that's that me espresso by @/chuusheartattck ,

and more.......

i cant list them all here but these are my all time favs!! highly recommended smaus!! <3 they are also my inspirations why i wrote caught in the flash and thank you for loving it 🥺❤️

[osachiyo]

i cant stop thinking about chuuyas hands, i need them in me,

*creams all over the screen*