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[technically-human]

THEY CANCELLED DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :(((

Guess they belong to me the fandom now

[erwinsvow]

An idea popped into my head that I feel you would write very well!

Rafe x virgin!reader. They are having a pretty heavy make out sesh, he slips his hand into her pants and then she just blurts it out? Like, "I'm a virgin," and she's like terrified. But rafe doesn't mind at all.

(also, is the 🪩 taken.)

oh my goodness!! I’m obsessed with this. no it is not taken omg welcome to the club!!!!!!!!!! ty so much for requesting 😚😚😚😚

your night with rafe had gone as perfect as any night could have, dinner by the beach, watching the sun go down while you ate dessert, and then heading back to tannyhill with him for the night, like you always did.

your nights with rafe always ended the same day, crawling into bed wearing one of his big shirts and then making out until you were soaking through your panties and rafe was hard beneath you. you're sure that rafe might have guessed you're a virgin by now, from the way everything he does is so new to your body, reacting primally to every touch. the two of you fall asleep like that, and you feel tingly from your head to your toes, waiting for rafe to say something about going further.

you're sure he would. there's no doubt in your mind that he's ready to, and he's probably done this with a million girls before you-a thought that makes you want to cry, but you put that aside. you're rafe's now, and you know that giving him your virginity is part of the deal. you're not sure just when that'll be, since he has you in your panties nearly every night.

maybe it'd be tonight. when the two of you get back to his room, you head for his dresser immediately to pull out a shirt, but rafe pushes you against the door. he leans down into a deep kiss, and you let it progress, hands snaking into his hair while he holds your waist tightly, his own hands running up and down the soft material of your sundress.

it's a little uncomfortable against the door like this, but rafe eases you up immediately, your legs wrapping around him while he pins you in place. you don't mean to start moving your hips, grinding down against him, it's just instinct, chasing that toe-curling feeling that you haven't been able to feel with rafe yet. his hands snake further down to the hem of your dress, and then slide underneath the material to the smooth skin of your legs.

rafe's hands keep traveling, gripping your thighs while he keeps you locked in a kiss that has you feeling dizzy, would have your knees weak if he wasn't holding you up. his tongue pokes into your mouth, and you moan around it, not even wanting to pull away to breathe.

you have to, though. rafe's hands are at the waistband of your panties, and just as he starts to grope, finding where he can yank them down so he can finally do what he wants to you, you pull away, hands resting flat on his chest.

he likes you like this--hair disheveled, lips red and swollen, the strap of your dress hanging off your shoulder. he leans in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and then your collar, then up your neck.

"rafe," you whine, but it's easy to let him keep going. "we should stop-"

his eyes dart up to meet yours, pulling his face away from your neck.

"why would i do that, hm?" he kisses you again, but you turn your head away. "finally got you where i want you."

"i-well, i'm a virgin, rafe." it falls out of your mouth, even though you've spent countless hours thinking about the best way to tell him. you've thought everything through, how to say it, how to reply based on his response, how to deal with the embarrassment you're sure to feel.

"yeah?" he questions, pulling away to look at you in the eyes. still pushed against the wall, you can feel his hard dick pressed against you. the two of you don't move an inch, besides for the nodding of your head to answer his question.

"so, no one else has ever touched you where m'touching you?"

you shake your head.

"and no one's ever seen you like this?"

you shake again, feeling your eyes get watery.

"i'm sorry-"

"why're you saying sorry? told you to stop doin' that."

"because... because it's embarrassing."

"says who? hm?"

"says everyone. right?"

"no, kid. not me. you want me to stop?" your body melts into his grip. you shake your head again. "good girl. c'mon, get on the bed. not taking your virginity against this door."

[clanborn]

song number 10 :)

I left my soul exposed

To frail hands who hold

My fate up in the air

And through their fingers fall

The meaning of it all

Down to the floor it goes

Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter

[nottsangel]

https://www.tumblr.com/nottsangel/767281681445142528/what-would-sex-be-with-theo-after-not-seeing-each

Just saying… I wouldn’t be against a blurb for this scenario… only if you want to… but you’d write it so well👀

original ask: “What would sex be with Theo after not seeing each other for a while be like?”

“cazzo… i’ve missed you so fuckin’ much.” theo murmurs breathlessly against your neck, his lips hungrily pressing rushed kisses all over your soft skin. with his rough hands eagerly feeling up your naked body under him and his erection tantalisingly pressing against your thigh, you feel equally as needy as him, your cunt clenching around nothing with your arousal trickling onto the sheets.

“please, just… fuck me theo. need to feel you, please” you plead, and he groans hungrily in response, unable to control himself much longer as he lines himself up at your soaked entrance and instantly pushes himself in with one quick thrust, causing you to let out a loud moan with your back arching from the mattress.

“oh, fuuuck… missed this pussy so fuckin’ much, you have no idea.”

“please, feels— feels so good, teddy. so so good, oh god” you gasp breathlessly, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs encircling his muscular torso, pulling him as close as humanly possible, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the need to feel his warm body pressed against yours.

“you’re so perfect, amore. so. fuckin’. perfect.” he growls in a low, husky tone, punctuated with each deep thrust as he quickly sets a steady rhythm, unable to hold back any longer. his hand then wanders towards your tits, firmly squeezing them while his other hand rests next to your head, supporting himself as his thrusts grow gradually harder and more intense.

“i promise i won’t ever— fuck! i won’t ever leave you for this long again. need to be inside you every second of the day.” and god, the way your boyfriend gazes down at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes, his brown locks sticking to his forehead, could nearly make you cum at the sight already, and that familiar sparkle in those pretty eyes tells you all you need to know— he’s not stopping tonight until you can’t walk anymore.

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reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[sawxwhxrex]

i try to be the chill girl but honestly i’m not

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

adjustment*

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, slight pussy slapping, choking, praise, creampie

summary: in which yn has an attitude and harry fixes it for her

pairing: fiancé harry x reader

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harry cuts his eyes to yn for what seems like the thousandth time in the past hour, his teeth grinding together as he tries to keep his composure. he ignores the huffs and puffs from her again, and when she realizes that he won’t be giving into her games anytime soon, she huffs once more before pushing herself up off the couch and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water.

a deep scowl is prominent on her face as she stomps to the cabinets and snatches a glass out, slamming the door once she has the glass securely in her grip. more stomps can be heard as she moves to the fridge, pressing the glass against the water dispenser, chugging it where she stands.

she steps over and places the glass on the counter next to the fridge before turning around to head back out to the living room, but a surprised yelp falls from her lips as she turns around to face harry…less than 3 feet away from her. in the time that she takes to recognize his presence, he closes the distance between them with a single stride and his hand comes up to wrap around her throat, all in one smooth motion.

harry uses the grip on her to press her against the fridge, making yn’s heart race and her eyes flutter shut at both the cool feel of the appliance behind her and the shock of the situation at hand. she knows that if she opens her eyes, she will no doubt see harry with a deep furrow in his eyebrows and a scowl on his face, but she doesn’t have the courage to take a peek.

the two of them stay just like that for a while, harry’s eyes trailing over her face as he calms himself down. ‘open your eyes,” he demands, humming in satisfaction when yn’s eyes flutter open. “so you can listen. good,” he acknowledges.

harry knows her like the back of his hand after being together for 6 years, so it’s no shock to him when he hikes up her oversized t shirt and presses one of his legs between hers to spread them open for him before reaching down and feeling the slick coating her already ruined panties.

“ah, that’s it, hm? that’s what you needed?” he coos, the condescending undertone to his words only wrecking both her mind and her panties further. using his free hand once more, he pulls the ruined material to the side before speaking again. “needed me to be little rough, a proper slut f’me,” he hums. the tight grip he has on her throat as well as his ghosting touch over her folds are making her dizzy, and when he finally slides a ringed finger through her mess, she can’t help it when her knees buckle just a bit.

harry just chuckles at how desperate and gone she is for him, his breath fanning over her face and causing her to let her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed all over again. the same finger that’s found a home between her swollen folds moves up higher until the tip is pressed tightly against her throbbing clit, pulling a broken moan from her.

he lets out a chest-deep hum at the sound and rubs right over the throbbing head of her clit, continuing that same motion until she’s so close that her legs are shaking and just stops. a pathetic whine leaves her lips at his cruelty, but he just moved his hand to land a sharp smack right onto where she’s throbbing for him. the pleasure riddled pain brings a wave of desperate tears to her eyes, already knowing that he deprived her for simply choosing not to ask for permission to cum.

harry’s heart melts just at the sight of the tears, a pout forming on his lips before he removes his hand from her neck and pushes his sweats down to kick them off. yn simply watches in anticipation, waiting for his next move. she expects them to head to the bedroom or even for him to place her on the counter. but no, when his leaking cock is finally free from the confines of his pants, he just grips her shoulders to turn her around to face the fridge, pressing down on her upper back just a bit to bend her over for easier access.

he grips the base of himself with his other hand, and with a slight bend of his knees and a quick run of his head through her messy folds, he’s sheathed inside of her pressing in until their hips meet. the smooth thrust nearly knocks the wind from her, her hands flailing to find something to grip onto. her face is pressed against the cool steel before her, hands holding onto the door handles.

“fuckin’ hell,” her fiancé groans from behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he tries to hold himself back. not only for him, but for her as well. he needs this to last for her, even though she’s been a brat all day. yn, living up to that expectation once again, has a growing smirk on her face as she presses her ass back against him teasingly, intentionally fluttering her velvety walls around his already throbbing cock.

a throaty moan bubbles in his chest and he squeezes his eyes shut, gathering his bearings quickly. once he’s sure he can move again, he removes one hand from her hips and reaches up to grab her throat once again, catching her off guard as he pulls her toward him until she has a deep arch in her back and her back is pressed to his chest.

wasting no more time, he pulls out of her until his leaky tip is resting right at her entrance before slamming back in, forcing a loud moan from his fianceè. he repeats the action over and over, going slowly until he physically can’t take it anymore, speeding up his bruising thrusts to chase the both of their orgasms. “there we go, mama,” he grunts in between thrusts, speaking over the sounds of her broken moans as she takes everything he gives her. “takin’ me so well, all i could ever ask for. always give you what you need, don’t even have t’ask,” he admits. he knows just what praise does to her, and when he finishes his sentiment off with a line of kisses down the side of her neck, that’s all it takes for her orgasm to peak.

her orgasm causes her fluttering channel to tighten around him almost unbearably, her jaw slack as he continues to fuck into her in order to work her through the orgasm. harry starts to feel a slight drip at the base of his cock, and looks down to see his cock coated in a layer of her cream as she lets out every ounce of tension she’d been holding in. “son of a bitch, you’re creaming on my cock,” he says, a whiny undertone to his words as he feels the beginning of his own orgasm building quickly in his belly.

all it takes is two more deep thrusts into her creamy walls and he’s pressing his hips to hers as he fills her with his warm cum, his cock twitching almost painfully as he empties himself into her.

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heyyyyy guys. uhhh it’s been a min😅😅

pls remember that this is my first piece back and take it easy on me LOL. this was hardddd omg. but i missed you guys smmmmmm😚🤍

also sorry it’s short, i’m taking baby steps back into this businessssss

[ahappydnp]

i really had a dream they made a children’s book called cat and bear save the world and it was soooo like we were all WEEPING. idk what it was about but we were a wreck.

what the fuck is wrong with you anon :(((

[fatuismooches]

More Dottore and Fragile Reader voice lines, except it's your turn this time. A part two to this. Previous voice lines are here.

About Prime Dottore:

"Zandik. My one and only… words cannot express my tenderness and love toward him. I refuse to forget any moment I've spent with him. Not once has he given up on me, despite the times I’ve given up on myself. And he has always taken care of me, not once faltering in over four hundred years. I- I don’t know what to do sometimes when faced with that information. I wish I could be… less of a burden on him…”

About Omega:

"Omega, huh... he is the only segment where I always spend time with completely alone. See, he's not prone to sharing, just like Prime. I don't mind much, honestly, it's nice to get away from all of the noise and be with him. He always coaxes me to be more selfish too... is it a good or bad thing he's influencing me?"

About Alpha:

"Yes, the grumpy cutie I met all those years ago, the start of it all. He says that my presence is a hindrance and it only disrupts his work, but we both know that's false. Often, I like to sit by him as he writes his notes, pointing out all the errors caused by the atrocity of his handwriting... Sometimes, I feel bad using him as a reminder of the past."

About Beta:

"It always baffles me that Beta was once how Dottore acted. I mean, have you seen the difference between 'Mega and Beta? Anyway... he's always such a fun segment to hang around! Even when his assistants cower behind me in fear! Oh, and whenever he goes 'he-he-ho-ho', it always makes me giggle. Please don't tell him I did that impression of him though."

About Delta:

"Oh, Delta's... pretty mean. A really big meanie, if I do say so myself. He never laughs, never smiles, never entertains my shenanigans, always sees right through me... so rude. Huh? Don't worry about me, I'm allowed to talk about him like this. I still love him, after all."

About Zeta:

"Zeta's always so elusive! It was such a pain to track him down at first, he was always avoiding me. I thought he hated me... but once I got a hold of him, he is always so attentive to me! However, it greatly saddens me that he thinks he "failed" me... and yet he doesn't know how much it hurts me more that I've caused him to be like this."

About Zandy:

"Have you met my son? He's the sweetest little thing, isn't he? I remember how shy he was in the beginning, but he quickly grew to be such a dear. Always so excited and eager for attention. I can't help but wonder if Dottore's life could have been different if more people were kinder to him as a child."

About Pierro:

"I will always be indebted to him and Her Highness for taking me in. He is pretty scary to be around, but I feel sort of bad for him. I can't imagine how much responsibility he has... I once promised him I'd work for the Fatui once I'm better, but he didn't react much. Hmph, I'll show him how much I can boost Dottore's efficiency!"

About Capitano:

"The only thing I really know about him is that he's incredibly strong and well respected, at least from other people. The single time I met him, I also learned he was quite well liked by animals too, but it's hard to get any more information when he's so quiet..."

About Columbina:

"Bina is the best friend I've always wanted. I'm glad she's always there for me whenever things go bad. Although I can never predict what she's going to do or say, which is pretty strange, considering who I'm with, that makes her company all the more fun. Still, the amount of embarrassing situations she's tricked me into with Dottore... makes my head hurt."

About Arlecchino:

"I wish we could be closer, but I don't think it'll ever happen. I can't really blame her though, the relationship between her and Dottore is... not the greatest, for reasons I understand. I wonder what she thinks of me, the person who still stands by his side despite his sins?"

About Pulcinella:

"Oh... the little grandpa? I've always wondered how he's the fifth rank, but there's probably more to it than I know. Regardless, I didn't expect him to be so kind to me. I only see him once in a while, but every time he seems to know how I'm doing. And then, he proceeds to give me the best advice, exactly what I needed to hear at that moment, even when it has to do with Dottore. It's kind of scary..."

About Scaramouche:

"Ah yes... the Balladeer. He always wants to start up something with me whenever we cross paths, which is why my patience runs very thin around him. I hope the next time he goes into the Abyss, he gets stuck there."

About Wanderer:

"Who?"

About Sandrone:

"Her research sounds so cool! I've seen some of the things she can create, and it's completely fascinating. I too once had a love for machines back when I was a student. It's just a shame she never comes out of her lab... there are never any chances for me to talk with her. Well, I can always talk with Alpha and Beta about their research at least."

About La Signora:

"I've barely ever seen or spoken to her, but she has my respect. I heard what happened to her husband. If I ever lost Dottore, I'm not sure if I'd be able to go on... or at least be as half as strong as she is."

About Pantalone:

"Oh, Lone's one of my good friends! He always has such unique ideas for me to get back at Dottore, and listening to him talk about his theories quite reminds me of listening to Dottore. He's helped me a lot, dealing with this man. Still... as he does with everyone, I'm kept at arm's length. It doesn't bother me, but I wish I could help him in some way. But I know that'll never be possible."

About Childe:

"Despite being a Harbinger, he's a lot nicer than you'd think. Well, especially compared to the others in the Fatui. He's great at conversation, his family is the sweetest... and he always promises to spar with me once I'm no longer sick. Truly great company. Too bad Dottore's attitude toward him is... less than favorable."

About Furina:

"At first I hated her just like all the other Gods, but after learning the truth, I can't help but greatly respect her. To take on such a burden without having a single shoulder to lean on and succeed in the end... I think I've been through a lot of pain, but at least I've had Dottore and the others to ease it even just a bit. But she had no one, and I admire her will."

About Nahida:

"I try not to waste my time on things that upset me. It's not good for my health."

Sprint Start:

"No, no, I am not running at all. Look, if I get hurt and Dottore finds out it was your fault, you'll be the ones strapped to the table, not me. Hey... I wouldn't mind being in that position, actually."

Chat - Worry:

"I hope that one day he can make peace with himself."

Chat - Old Times:

"Sometimes I wish I was just a simple student again, having no worries other than my grades and pulling all-nighters with Dottore. Actually, that doesn't really sound relaxing, does it?"

Chat - Idling:

"If you're just going to stand here doing nothing, then I'm going to take a seat over there."

When it Snows:

"Would you be willing to distract Dottie so I can chuck a snowball at him? No? How boring."

When the Sun is Out:

"It's a perfect day to have a picnic and listen to him rant again."

In the Desert:

"... Omega, Beta, Delta, I don't care which one of you does it, get over here and make your hands completely ice cold before I faint."

Something to Share - Talent:

"If you ever need help writing something, you can ask me. I wrote some pretty good essays back in the day, you know. Dottore once said I should even write a book! I thought he was bullying me, but he was actually serious, for some reason. Maybe I should get Zandy to draw some pictures?"

Something to Share - Secret:

"Dottore actually has quite a sweet tooth. Well, this probably isn't much of a secret anymore because I accidentally spilled it to the agents, but it would do you good to keep this in mind."

Interesting Things - Foxttore:

"This little guy here? He'll do you no harm unless I say so, so don't worry. He was one of Dottie's failed experiments roaming the lab until he gifted the creature to me! These pufflings too, surprisingly they help me a lot more than you'd think. They're pretty strong, carrying all my things."

Favorite Pastimes - Meals:

"It's time to eat already? No need to worry about me, I'll just wait for a segment. See, it's best for both of us if I have company while I eat. My hands... aren't the most reliable."

Troubles:

"I am very happy that they have a good place to conduct all the research they want, but I wish they paid some more attention to me sometimes. Voicing this complaint over and over again, however, is too exhausting."

Amusement:

"Dottore's fan club never ceases to amuse me. I know every Harbinger has one but... it's completely hilarious. To go so far as creating a handbook about the two of us... well, I appreciate the dedication and the laughs, especially when I update Dottore on their activities. He may not care, but I support them!"

[7kyujin]

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[eph3merall]

I JUST FOUND YOU BUT PLEASE PLEASE ANOTHER STALKER!MATT FIC (for ideas maybe while she’s on facetime with him hes.. yaknow and his camera is on which is more riskier, or another idea is she posted a photo on instagram or something thats a little more on the 18+ side and he… yaknow)

i got u 🙂↕️ piggybacked off an idea kinda ????? been meanin to visit stalker!matt i miss him :( this is sooooo late as well im so so so sorry !!! not proofread i cant STAND rereading things i write

18+ content, suggestive, stalker!matt . dont read if this isnt your cup of tea :)

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matt has a habit of knowing where you are and who you're with at all times. well, most times. sometimes he messed up, a mistake on his part. sure, your sweet, little self is his best friend, and it is wrong for him to do the things he does and think the things he conjures up in his head. but it's so hard not to want to blow your back out or tug at your hair with his dick in your mouth when you just look so pretty on your new instagram photo dump.

matt knows where these photos are taken—you and your little group of friends having gone on a trip by yourselves and driving around cute places. the beach, a flower field, museums, art galleries, you name it. multiple photos of you and various girlfriends posing or sipping drinks, until matt sees some selfies of you guys at a bar.

'what the fuck?' are the words that spew from his mouth when theres suddenly a video playing of you guys downing shots and giggling. the music is loud and the crowd in the video is boisterous and looks most likely high and or drunk. the video is a fairly short one, but he doesn't miss the way a guy is snaking his hands around your waist as you turn and grin at him so prettily.

matt's thumb swipes immediately, not wanting to stare at that sight anymore. he doesn't realize the way his fingers grip his phone a little tighter, blinking at the last image in your new little photo dump.

the dress clinging to your figure was anything but modest, paired with the way you looked with your friend. the shot was a little blurry, the cameraman was probably drunk or something. your friend stood to your right, leaning towards the camera with her upper body. a shocked expression lay on her face, one hand covering her mouth while the other splayed on top of her thigh. her eyes diverted away from the camera.

you, on the other hand, have your ass almost directly facing the camera. wide googly eyes stare at the matt through his screen over your shoulder, your shoulders hunched and hair a pretty mess. the hem of the dress you wore rode up and gave him just a little peek of your ass, and god—his dick strained uncomfortably in his jeans. the way you looked so innocent yet so enticing, knowing nothing is by far innocent in the photo.

the caption of the dump was titled 'with my girls <33', and upon opening the comments there were immediately your friends' usernames hyping you up. specifically the last photo. matt scoffed under his breath at how you responded with your little emojis and what-not. the lingering thought of the guy who briefly showed up in the dump was still in his head, to which he stashed in the back of his brain. because matt will find out who that was.

but first, he can't miss the way his dick twitches ever so slightly in the confines of his jeans and belt.

soon enough, he has his belt strewn haphazardly on the floor of his room and his pants pool at his ankles. tongue prodding his cheek, chest heaving with a heavy exhale as his hand thumbs at his tip. a hiss leaves his mouth and he's spreading the pre that's leaking from his slit down the length of his dick.

his free hand fumbles for his phone that sits on the edge of his desk, swiping to that god forsaken photo that gives him a peek of your ass. a grumbled whine rips from his throat and his hand wraps around his length—starting to pump slowly as his eyes scan over each and every single feature of your body and face in the picture.

matt's fingers grip his phone tighter and your name is falling from his lips in whiny breaths and huffs, the occasional curse getting muttered under his breath. the pace of his fist increases and soon enough he's getting himself off to not only the photo of you—but the scenarios he keeps caged up in his head.

your face stuffed in a pillow with your ass up, his palm splaying across the cheek as his dick rams into you. drool bubbling at the corners of your mouth as he holds your head down on his cock, nose pressing into his pelvis as he feels your gag reflex kick in. your body laid all perfectly on his bed, thighs spread and squirming. his tongue poking at your entrance and his hands gripping the flesh of your hips and thighs, holding down harshly to make sure you don't thrash around so much.

matt doesn't realize he's busting until his balls tighten and your name is chanted over and over again in a whiny breath, like a prayer. his fist slows and his chest heaves up and down with each heavy gasp of air, eyes gazing at the photo on his phone and lingering for a little while.

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goodnight i havent had motivation to do anything recently how are u all i love you guys !!!! if u sent in a req i will get to that just itll be very very slow .....

©eph3merall 2024

[98chao]

What are your thoughts on the theory/headcanon that PV is the Avatar of Destiny?

based on design alone and outside of lore (idk if avatar of destiny has lore actually) you can already make a strong case for it just through the similarities in their appearances

i also wanna point out that if avatar of destiny was some sort of beast transformation for pv, the concept of destiny can be a warped interpretation of absolute truth (see: lady bone demon from monkie kid)

overall like, i guess i believe it? theres no deconfirmation so theres no reason not to believe it, right? cookie run has alternate timelines and universes, so avatar of destiny could be an au version of pure vanilla. im not like super crazy about the theory tho, just because it doesnt seem like they really do anything with avatar of mid lol. but i understand why some people really like it

[simpjaes]

thinkin im the only person who has seen the tiktoks of this person analyzing kpop idols astrology charts and she said that if u wanna date sunghoon, you have to really love sex 😭

i don't rly pay attention to other people reading charts because i read charts myself and sometimes I can tell these people are just pulling stuff out to make the stans go insane and/or exaggerating things. charts do say a lot about love and sexuality though. KJHFDSKJ i haven't read sunghoon's yet so I can't really say they're wrong. After all, a few people who have read for Jake were pretty spot on. bro is a horn dog fr. contrary to belief tho, he's dominant and a lil bit insane ... he is not the subby lil loser man we want him to be. for legal purposes that is just a general view of what I have read myself lmfao do NOT take it as 100% fact jfsdkjhfkjsdfds

[cameronsprincess]

DO YOU UNDERSTAND???!!! As he’s telling you that you don’t cum until he says so🫢

RAAAAAAAH🤤🤤 yes yes yes yes!!!!

he’d be pounding into you… like i’m talking a pace so brutal you can’t breathe.. the fat, swollen head of his cock is repeatedly hitting your g-spot, and your pussy is squeezing his cock, trying to milk him for every last drop. your entire body is on fire, tears streaming down your face, and you’re begging, strained, tearful begs, “please… please, rafe. can i cum? please?” he’d harshly grip at your tear stained face, his ringed fingers digging harshly into your skin as his darkened over blue eyes look into your tear filled ones, “nah, you don’t fuckin’ cum until i say you can.. do you understand?” he’d slow his thrusts, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing hard. he groans when he feels your pussy tighten around him as he squeezes your throat, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND??!” he’d yell in your face, and you’d choke out a strained sob, nodding your head as best you can as he continues to edge you, fucking you so hard you nearly black out from the pleasure and pain.

[yandere-daydreams]

apologies to all of you who know me personally and congratulations to all of you who do not. i am quickly spiraling back into degrees of lewdity hell and i fear this time it may be terminal.

[beescake]

Did you used to draw Gorillaz fanart? Your style reeks of it

o i JUMPED

[shhhsecretsideblog]

You can't be pushing now. I lean forward and maneuver my hand so I can get my fingers into your pussy. You squirm as my fingers go through your swollen, then a small whimper when my two fingers reach my cervix. You're 10 centimeters. I hide my fear as best I can. If you pushed, this baby was going to shoot through you fast. My mind races, searching for any solution that the OB handbooks and websites listed. Most of them involved drugs that we obviously didn't have. Dehydration and sitting so baby was being pulled down probably weren't helping you, but it wouldn't matter if you thought you could and should push. Make up my mind right there. You don't want our baby on a plane and I'd make it so you didn't as best as I could.

"Resist pushing."

"I don't think I can anym-"

"Don't push you're only 7 centimeters dilated. You can make it, ok," I snap and grasp your hand. "Trust me."

You look at me for a moment then nod. Your eyes were watery, red. It hurts to lie to you like this.

"My love, if you can, I need you to shift on your side. It should slow contractions, for a bit maybe."

We just have to hope the stewards don't notice. You shift slightly, you can't fit your bump between the arm rests but I hope the shift in position is enough. I give you my water and dab the sweat from your brow.

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The changed position didn't last long. The stewards reprimanded us for being in unsafe positioning and had you back in your seat proper after two hours. I have no idea if it helped but last time I checked you the head had only moved a bit in your canal. Your breathing was low, deep, and hastening as you resisted the urge to push. Your face squenches hard, but you maintain the facade of the uncomfortable pregnant lady to the stewards when they pass.

I keep lying about how slow your dialation is with the hope it would help with your resistance. We're so close now. So close...

[Part I]

It was our first baby, my first pregnancy, I didn’t know what to expect… but oh god the pressure. I didn’t expect so much pressure. I did my best to breath through the contractions, which felt constant at this stage, barely any time between them.

I was panting through my nose and groaning behind my closed mouth. My legs were wide apart in the narrow chair, my bump sat heavily between my thighs and brushed against the damp cushion. As I held my contracting dome with both hands, I ignored the overwhelming desire to push. You said I was only 7.5cms dilated, you told me I wasn’t ready to push, and I put all my faith and trust in you, unable to think of anything besides my breathing. And holding off from pushing.

Even though I was not dilated enough, the baby felt like it was one push away from coming out. It felt like the head was right there, bulging my lips, but it couldn’t be. I wasn’t dilated enough for that. Breathe. Don’t push. Breath. Don’t push.

My head lolled onto your shoulder, my body exhausted and trembling. You wrapped your arms over my bump before one hand disappeared beneath my shorts.

“Ohhhhh babe I really need to p-pushhhh….” I whimpered as you examined me again.

“Not yet, you’re not dilated enough.” You assured and kissed the side of my sweaty face.

“A-are you s-sure?” I panted quietly. “It feels like it’s coming outttttt…..mnghhhhh!” Suddenly I’m pushing.

“No! Stop pushing!” You cried and put your hand between my legs again.

“I can’t help it- oh fuck nghhhhhh!”

“Ok if you need to push, just small pushes. Quietly.” You say and I can feel the counter pressure you're making at my opening. But I don’t question it, consumed by the green light you gave me to push.

My chin is on my chest, my arms are grabbing the arm rests, and I bear down silently spreading my legs wider.

“Oh it’s coming out…” I gasp.

“No it’s not.” You say confidently, before adding under your breath “I won’t let it.”