#sorry anon but please don’t. please don’t.

[kamii-2]

Hi, can you do nika x Paige x reader smut or fluff

hi anon! first time writing something like this so please don’t bully 😞

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): paige bueckers x reader x nika mühl

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you were at the club with the entire uconn team, laughing and drinking, messing around and relaxing after their game. you weren’t on the team, just a good friend with all of them, some more than others. everyone knew you were messing around with both nika and paige, none of you were secretive about it.

you and jana were sitting at the bar talking about the game, talking about how everyone played and just overall having a good time. “hey guys what are you talking about?” nika said as she walked over next to you and looked you up and down, “the game” you replied while sipping your drink. she hummed in response and you and jana went back to talking. in the middle of the conversation, nika kept rubbing your thigh and going closer and closer to your pussy. this small gesture had you stuttering and soaked but you kept your composure until jana had got up and went to talk to other girls.

the second jana left, paige stole her seat. her eyes immediately looked down at nika’s hand the looked back up at you to see your reaction. nika was basically fingering you through your jeans and you were losing it. “yall wanna leave?” paige asks, clearly enjoying the sight. “yea let’s go.” nika said as she took her hand off your thigh.

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you guys decided you were going to your house because you didn’t want anyone to walk in or interrupt what was about to happen. when you got to your house you went to your room and waited for them, leaving the front door unlocked. after a few more minutes of you waiting, they both walked in. “you looked so sexy mama.” paige says as you slowly walks up to you, “but i bet you’d look even sexier getting fucked by us.” nika says as she leans against the door way.

the sight of them had you dripping, you needed them so badly. paige pushed you back on the bed, getting on her knees. “can i?” she asked as her hands creeped up your sides to the top of your pants. you nodded and paige took off your pants and underwear. paige smiled before diving right in, licking and sucking your needy clit. “damn.” nika whispered to herself before walking over and leaning down to kiss and sucking your neck. the amount of pleasure you were feeling had you so overwhelmed. even though this has happened plenty of times, you’ll never get used to it.

“fuck!” you moaned out as you got closer to your climax. your neck was covered in dark bruises from nika, your legs were starting to tense up from how paige was tongue fucking you, and you loved every second of it. “oh my God.” you moaned as you came, gripping nika’s muscular arm. “switch me.” paige said, looking up at nika from her position on the floor, nika nodded.

it was just like before but paige and nika switched positions. paige made it with you as nika immediately started sucking your puffy clit, dipping her fingers in your soaked cunt. “fuck, i love the way you taste.” nika mumbled in between your folds. the vibrations made you jolt with pleasure, moaning into paige’s mouth. since your clit was already sensitive from paige, it didn’t take you long to cum, and when you did it was just as good as the first time you had came. your legs tensed up as nika continued to eat you and finger you.

after you came, they cleaned you up and hung out with you for a few hours before that had to go back to their dorm since they had pratice in the morning. in the few hours you guys hung out, you talked about school, the basketball season, and other things related to both of those topics. the rest of the night was fun and you were sad when they left but you knew they’d make it up later.

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i’m sorry this took so long to come out but i hope you enjoyed and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[halforresterluvsford]

Saw this anon post on @kyber-shack and I had to. This started out funny but it got serious…sorry if Stan sounds too sappy here.

Enjoy! :)

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“Stanley, have you seen my-“ Stanford Pines stops cold, barging into his and his brother’s shared room, the search for his journal forgotten.

“Stanley, No! Stop what you’re doing right this instance!” Ford yelled as he stared at the scene before him. Stanley couldn’t be so foolish as to try to use that, could he!?

“Relax, Stanford, it’s fine.” Stan waves him off, continuing to lube up small glass Christmas tree decoration.

Truly. His brother truly is that ridiculous. Stanford feels a crazed laugh bubble up his throat before he stamps it down, his right eye twitching instead. He really doesn’t want to have to take his brother to the emergency room and explain why there’s a Christmas tree up his ass.

Moses save him.

“It’s not “fine”, Stanley!” Ford does his finger quotes as offensively as possible, “It’s made of glass! It could break while inside of you! Internal bleeding is a very serious matter!” His brother is trying to kill himself, that’s the only explanation.

“It’s thick glass.” Stan had the nerve to shrug at Stanford, who’s an inch away from throttling him.

“There’s no flared base! It could get lost and travel up your colon! Think, Stanley, please. I’m begging you.” He’s so close to actually getting on his knees to plead for his brother’s sanity.

“I’ll just keep a tight grip on it, then.” That does.

Ford tackles Stan, knocking the stupid decoration out of his hand and pinning them next to his face. He scowls, leaning in close to his twin’s face before whispering in his ear, “If you wanted to be stuffed so badly, all you had to do was ask, my dear.” He purrs before he trails kisses down Stan’s face, beginning to pepper his neck with them when Stan responds.

“I tried, ya’ knucklehead, but you were too busy in your lab. I had to do something to get your attention, so I nabbed your journal to get you up here so I could rile you up enough to fuck me. Heh,” Stan roughly laughs, throwing his head back and cocking a smirk at Ford’s bewildered face above him, “sure worked, huh? Lil’ IQ is more than willing and able.” This line, he nods down to Ford’s crotch where a prominent bulge was forming.

What.

The. Fuck.

He’s going to kill Stanley. Well, no, he’s going to fuck him, but the sentiment is all the same. He’s the Knucklehead, making him think he was stupid enough-insane enough to risk potential life threatening injury just to-

Without saying a single word, Ford flips Stanley over, hitching his thighs open so he can get a good look at his hole. Slick and red, meaning his brother fingered himself open in preparation. Good, that means Ford doesn’t have to be nice and gentle. He whips his belt out of their loops, breathing out harshly as the stray end whipping across Stan’s ass brings a whimper out of him, and unzipping his pants before bringing his cock out through the slit in his boxers. His brother doesn’t deserve to feel any of Ford’s skin, not with how pissed off he is. He grabs himself and lines up with Stan’s ass, pushing in gently enough at first to not seriously hurt his brother but thrusting in harshly as soon as his tip slips in. He starts a punishing pace, wrapping his arms around Stan and leaning down to bury his face in his neck.

“St-Stanford! Oh fuck, a-are you-ah! There!” Of course Ford knows it’s there, he’s fucked Stanley often enough to have his entire body mapped, inside and out, in his mind. He could find his prostate in his sleep. “Ngh-talk to-to me here, please. F-ford, I don’t like it when-fuck fuck fuck-you don’t talk.”

He probably should, shouldn’t he? That’s something he and Stanley talked about when they first got together. Stan can’t stand silence during sex, even if it’s angry sex, to him nasty words are better than angered and stifling silence.

“I was worried,” his voice is rough when he speaks moment later, his thrusts slowing down enough so that he can find better purchase on his knees, lifting Stan’s body enough so that he can reach under him and fist his red and weeping cock, “I thought you were really-really willing to hurt yourself. That,” Ford swallows in an attempt to wet his dry throat, “that you didn’t want me, that a stupid piece of over priced trash was better than me.” And there was the crux of the matter. Ford was stupidly jealous. He had a dislike for sex toys when they were together, and hated any one that might actually penetrate his brother, thinking that if Stanley couldn’t be satisfied with him, he might leave him. Ford doesn’t have much experience, only ever having been with two other people physically before Stanley. He hates to admit it, but he’s insecure.

“Hey,” Ford’s broken out of his thoughts by Stan’s hand pulling his head down to his, his eyes looking back at him. “You know you’re the only one I want. Stanford, I’ve never bottom before you, you know?” Stanford did not know, “I never felt safe or, you know, loved by anyone but you. Definitely never any other men. Ugh, they were creeps out there.” Ford’s mind has stalled. He was Stanley’s first? Well, not first, obviously. But, the first one to have him like this? His thrusting, which had stopped, ramped up again, his hand on Stanley’s cock moving in tempo with his. He buries his head in his brother’s neck again, playing wet and sloppy kisses there, whispering quiet “love you’s” between each one. He aims for Stanley’s prostate for each thrust, earning strangled moans and gasps, the most delightful sounds Ford’s ever heard.

“Stanford-Sixer. Please, oh please faster-I need-! Oh, shit I love you too, Ford. Never let anyone else have me like you do, only you can-huh-fuck me like this, right?” Fuck does Stanley know what he’s doing. He speeds up on command, going from kissing Stanley’s neck to biting it, intent on leaving lasting bruises, marks to remind both of them just who gets to have him like this.

Only Ford does.

“Mine. Hah-you’re mine, Lee. No one else can have you, mmmhph. Mine. Mine. Mine…” Stanford felt feral, “mine” being the only word he can say at that moment. That word and the wet plap plap plap ringing out between Stanley’s pleasured grunts and moans making a cacophony of noise-distantly, he’s grateful they were the only ones home at the time-music to the twins’ ears. Stanford can feel himself get closer, his balls tightening as Stanley squeezes around him so sinfully, so delightful. He tightens his fist on his twin’s cock, adding a twist when his hand makes it’s way to the head, Stan’s ass squeezing him tighter at the motion.

“Please, Stanford, cum in me.” Stanley moans so prettily in ears. And like always, he’s incapable of doing anything but what his brother wishes. His hips twitch, thrusting harshly a half dozen more times before he snaps them up, holding himself still close to his brother while he finishes inside-hand still fisting the other’s cock.

“Stanley.” Came Ford’s strangled grunt as he works his tight fist over his brother’s throbbing cock, squeezing the head and thumbing his slit. He feels more than he hears Stanley sob as he cums, strings of ejaculate coating Ford’s hand, the floor, and Stanley’s stomach. They collapse on the ground, both breathless and both with slightly aching backs. Stan turns over to be face to face with Ford. He brings his hands up and cups his twin’s face, fingers tracing over his nose and brows as Ford kisses his palms, both basking in the moment.

“Way better than a damn glass Christmas tree, Sixer, stupid thing can’t even compare.” Stan smiles, rubbing their noses together

Stanford just breaks out in loud laughter, wrapping his arms tightly around Stanley.

—Alternative Ending—

“Welcome to Gravity Falls Emergency Room. Does your injury or illness pertain to fire, molasses, Christmas lights, or snow coated bricks?” The cheery nurse asks to two grumpy men in front of her.

“No. Need something removed.” The words were short and curt coning from Stan.

“Alrighty! What’s the object and where does it need to be removed from?” She remains her cheerful disposition.

“Glass tree. From me.” Oh, another one.

“Ah, I’ll get Margo then, she’s the specialist for that ‘round here.” She gives a sympathetic tut. Stan’s face burns red from embarrassment. Ford’s from holding back his laughter.

[andromeddog]

your humble and adoring secret santa here!! ive been trying for days to upload my present for you, but the cabin im in the for the holidays has apparently the WORST service and no wifi so it just!! isn't going through!!!

i'll be home tomorrow with proper wifi and the works, so i can upload it then!! but im SO SORRY!! i promise i haven't forgotten about you, i just didn't realize this place had no wifi!!

please forgive me and this wifiless hellscape, and i hope you've had a wonderful holiday 🥺

love always,

your humble secret santa

oh!! hello secret anon! haha i was wondering if everything was alright, but seriously no worries at all! the holidays are crazy, i personally had a lot of trouble juggling all the shit and finishing my piece 😓 but being in a cabin for the holidays sounds so awesome, definitely make sure to enjoy it and relax and don’t worry about posting or anything, i’m not going anywhere and u can take your time. no rush at all :p

but my holidays were good! it was just me and my folks since the rest of my family lives out of state. i got a bunch of much needed kitchen supplies so im excited to do a lot of cooking! i have all next week off, so im going to take advantage of that and draw a lot lol (told myself id take a break but lets be real all i do is sit inside and draw haha) im keeping myself busy and finally getting around to some stuff ive been meaning to draw for a while now (see below)

[froggywritesstuff]

willing prey | yandere!angel dust

ship/pairing: Yandere!Angel Dust x willing!g/n!reader (reader's gender isn't mentioned but Angel Dust is gay so this isn't intended for fem aligned readers)

fandom: Hazbin Hotel

request: anon: Could you do a Yandere Angel dust with a reader who doesn’t mind/doesn’t notice his Yandere tendencies. Like they would actually like to be with Angel?

warnings: swearing, yandere behavior, reader has been kidnapped, handcuffs, mild sexual content, mild dub-con touching/kissing

word count: 821

A/N: yandere x willing!reader is definitely not something i'm used to writing, so i hope this is ok. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Pink. Your eyes slowly fluttered open and you were meant with pink. This wasn’t your room. You went to sit up, but were quickly stopped by the pink, fluffy handcuffs that bound your wrists to the bed frame. You tried to retrace your memory, maybe figure out what you could’ve done to end up here, but your mind was foggy and your head ached, only worrying you more. You looked to your side - and were met with more pink - and tried to find anything familiar that could clue you in on where you were. Whoever lived here mustn’t have been neat, or had been in a hurry before you got here, as clothes were draped and discarded across the carpet in a messy fashion. You blinked before your eyes focused on a pastel pink hoodie on the floor. Your mind was still mushy as you struggled to think of where you had seen it before, when the door was pushed open. You tried sitting up, failing once again due to the handcuffs still locked tightly to your wrists. Tilting your neck up as much as you could, a gasp left your lips as you were met with a familiar face.

”Angel! Oh of course this is your room, I can’t believe it took me so long.” you exclaimed with a laugh, your heart rate picking up as Angel sauntered closer to the bed. He stopped when he heard your chipper voice, his face morphing into one of confusion.

”Yeah, um…” he took a few seconds before regaining his composure, “So I bet you’re wondering why you’re here…”

You smiled, heat rising to your cheeks, “Kind of, yeah.”

Were you that dumb or just really kinky? Angel shook his head as he made his way to the bed. He lifted himself onto the bed and straddled your waist, his hand cupping your cheek as he stared down at you. “I’ve always liked you Y/N.” he ignored the way you poorly hid your smile, “You’re cute, and sweet. And I’m not willing to share you with anyone else.”

"So you kidnapped me?" you asked, eyes widening slightly at his words. 

He nodded, looking like he was about to say something else, before he paused at the sound of the handcuff rattling, and looked to see one of your hands pointing straight upwards. “The fuck- are you fuckin raising your hand?”

”I didn’t wanna interrupt, I thought you were gonna say something-“

“Just say it.” he sighed. He wasn’t mad at your reactions, just confused. He knocked you out, kidnapped you, handcuffed you, and heavily implied that he was in love with you. You can’t just not notice that many red flags.

”Sorry, um,” you swallowed, eyes shifting as you avoided eye contact. You were surprised he couldn’t hear your heartbeat racing, “when you say like me and don’t wanna share me, is that romantically? Like, in a possible boyfriend way?”

”Yeah?”

”Ok, great, just making sure.” you smiled nervously.

”Is this seriously your reaction to getting kidnapped?”

You shrugged slightly, “You’re the one kidnapping me so yeah…”

”You get that I’m gonna like, not let you leave, or see or talk to anyone else?” he asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he watched you nod your head, taking note of the small smile on your lips. “Really?” you shivered with excitement as his lips twisted into a smirk, “So you won’t mind if I keep you tied up? If I…” a small gasp left your lips as his gloved hands gently caressed up and down your waist. “touch you?” his other hands quickly moved to your thighs, your arms, your chest, trying to feel as much of your body as his 4 arms could. “You wouldn’t mind if I…” he leant down, his lips hovering just above yours, before his lips hungrily kissed yours, like he’d been waiting to kiss you since the moment he laid eyes on you. Though that idea wasn’t too far fetched all things considered. “Kissed you?”

You caught your breath in small, rapid breaths as you felt your cheeks burning. Managing to shake your head, you whimpered a small, “No.” From the heat radiating from your cheeks and your racing heartbeat, anyone would’ve thought you’d just ran a marathon.

”Good.” Angel’s smirk widened, his eyes on you like a predator admiring its prey before it feasts. In a way that’s all you were now. You belonged to him, existed only for him to enjoy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d smile with his teeth in the side of your neck, your head empty of anything but him as he drained the life from your body. His lips smashed against yours hard enough to leave a bruise. His hands continued their exploring, determined to feel every inch of your body and claim it as his own. "Stay that way and I might be nicer."

[sciderman]

So Sci, my darling. My savior of poly ships. Not that I'm not loving the updates to "It came from Outer space" BUT

When are we getting Night 2 of "Truth"?👀

the… ingratitude… you TAKE what I GIVE and you LIKE it

[madwomansapologist]

i really don’t like when writers give too much personality and backstory to y/n. isn’t it supossed to be a self insert?

not my fault you’re not imaginative + if you don’t like the way i write, you can read something else

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

this glorious picture called to me

thanks for the request anon!!

Here is a closeup of Wild

and also of Hyrule’s magnificent curls :)

[malenjoyer]

Good morning 🙏🏼

I want to thank everyone their support with reblogging my stuff over the years and reblogging some of the context of the situation.

Tumblr and Instagram is filled with the most supportive people I’ve ever had the chance of meeting. The last time something like this happened, I didn’t have much support, not even from people I thought were close to me. It took me a year or two to be okay with being perceived again in fandoms. So I’m very grateful for everything.

I just wanted to post that I appreciate all of the asks and I’ve been reading all of them. I actually get anxious I’m spamming everyone too much so I probably won’t reply to everything. Please don’t feel pressured to support me financially, there’s is a free option on patreon to follow. I’ll post future project plans and occasional updates because I still love comics and I still love DC/Marvel. I do enjoy having people following along for my art/reading journey so I would always be okay with people just following for free. My brain is telling me this post is too long now so I will go 🙏🏼😭

[qtubbo]

(NOT ACTUAL NAMES FOR THIS) Here’s my sorting system I guess based on what fandom has called morning crew, since people kinda add and minus people a lot it kept confusing me:

Morning Crew (Fully Canon): Fit Pac and Tubbo, defined by how it’s most commonly referred to in canon and fandom

Morning Crew Tazercraft (Sorta Canon): Fit, Pac, Mike, and Tubbo, same as last but includes tazercraft as a whole instead of just Pac

Morning Crew DLC (Mainly Fanon but occasional references in canon): Fit, Pac, Tubbo, Mike, and Phil, defined by people who wake up early and are close to at least one member (i.e Mike and Pac close but not Mike and Tubbo)

Morning Crew Expansion Addition (only canon on rare occasions sorta fanon but kinda ???): Fit, Pac, Tubbo, Mike, Phil, Aypierre, Bagi and anyone else who plans to log in at that time, defined by people who stream early on the qsmp.

Mini Morning Crew (Fully Fanon): Richas, Ramon, Sunny, and Empanada *Most Common

Mini Morning Crew Limited (Fully Fanon): Richas, Ramon, Sunny

Mini Morning Crew Expansion Addition (Fully Fanon): Richas, Ramon, Sunny, Empanada, Tallulah, Chayanne

All are called morning crew for some reason don’t ask me I didn’t do that, it was fandom as a whole and confusing references by ccs. But yeah when someone says morning crew they could technically be talking about any of these (- mini) you’ll have to context clue it.

[kraeki]

omg thank u for answering. I am interested in any Liverpool ships & fics that are well written 😆 lol whatever fics you like!

Ok!! I mostly wanted to clarify that you were into football slash and not x reader 😅 Both are fine but I only have recs for one 😊

I kept this to recently active writers to make it manageable. Also I tried to complete this without too much thought because otherwise I would spiral but I’m so afraid I forgot someone obvious so apologies in advance 🙏

My favourite (mostly) Liverpool writers are, in alphabetical order:

@blowthemoonout / halfacre

@brinywxter

@erlingshaalands / preachingdoll

@footnotesandendings / inlovewithnight

@immortaltale / perfectpride

januarysveryown

@kloppinthekop

@konstantinostsimikas / anon on ao3 but fic is “static”

@mebiselfandi / peachpulp

suoh

@tl-trashtalk

@trentxaa / baozibb

@ollieflopkins / selkathyouth

@walkon-throughtherain / stardust_66

[puckpocketed]

pld is your failhorse (with love) - what do people call him? other than dubie? do they call him PL? luc? Pierre?

I think i’ve heard him called everything you’ve listed!! it’s actually the very first question he answers here in his first post-trade interview with the caps

[nj-inn]

???

little thing! If you’re asking me anything on my main blog (nj-in) and you want to do it anonymously, I’m sorry but I’m not doing that shit anymore 😔 This one person keeps sending me fuckin hate mail anonymously and I want to see if they’ll be brave enough to send it from their actual account

There is this community I’m a part of (Stayblr), and I’m pretty sure they’re there too (and I’m pretty sure they’re fairily young, if you look at what they wrote on my main)

so yeah if you happen to follow my other blog I’m sorry this one person ruined anonymous asking for literally nothing 🫤

[hayatoseyepatch]

Some people need to go touch fucking grass.

[aphblr-shipfessions]

As much as we call this fandom rare pair friendly, it kinda isn’t sometimes.

There’s one rare pair I like and occasionally post about, and I mostly get good reception in all honesty, the fandom can be totally chill about it, but I have also had people just straight up say they didn’t know anyone shipped it and would rather to have never found out.

Considering this is a fluff-based ship, no dead dove, nothing, I don’t understand why people will send me personal messages and comment on my posts that they wish they could erase the ship from their memory. It’s just weird.

Can people maybe stop doing that please? Thanks.

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[dawns-downpour]

HIII DOES ANYBODY WANT TO DO AN ART TRADE (Headshots coloured+shaded (and lighted)) WITH MEEE SEND AN ASK TO ME WITH YOUR OC AND IF I CHOOSE YOU (or however many people i choose if i get any asks for this) ILL SEND YOU MY OC OF CHOICE :D

THANKSSS i need to draw ocs its helping my burnout c:

[literaphobe]

tvl marinette in her dreams (ch8) vs tvl chat noir’s inner monologue (ch9)