#sweet nonnie

[navybrat817]

Charles Blackwood has a daddy kink send tweet

Daddy kink, nonnie, and a housewife kink. Better take care of him and look pretty while you do it. 😌

Love and thanks! ❤️

[foreverdolly]

Is this the end of savage bonds? 😭

hey there, angel. this is the first message to my inbox that I’ve come across so i’m going to reply to this first! i’ve still been writing every now and again…

however- someone sat on my macbook and completely broke it. i’m talking this shit is gone, guys. thank god i don’t save my fics straight to my computer and rather type it all up on google docs (i’m bad with technology and don’t know how to ‘back anything up’. what is this cloud that you all speak of.)

so i’ve been saving up for a new computer (praying that friends and family will help me purchase one for a christmas present). as you can imagine, writing and editing fics is incredibly hard to do on my phone. i’m so sorry for disappearing as well. i think the lil bit of shit i was getting from people around the time of my dad goin’ “poof” kinda made me anxious about coming on this site, and after my laptop broke i was like… “well hell, they’re going to give me shit for this too”.

anyways, i’m still going to continue savage bonds! whether anyone is interested in what i write a month from now or not, i still plan on completing my ongoing fics. it feels good to have something gain traction and popularity for sure, but this blog originally started as a way to make friends and to write smut purely for my own enjoyment. i had no clue that anyone would give a shit about my writing, so to have so many people love what i put out means the world to me.

thank you! now it’s time to brave the rest of my inbox and delete any undesirables.

[mystra-midnight]

i’d like to order a caramel macchiatooo!

how do you think rockstar!eddie would react to you suggesting an ffm threesome…except he gets to sit back and watch?

Thank you so much for sending in an order, sweet nonnie, and I hope you enjoy your tasty drink! ily <3 <3

Just a little fyi, I'm basing this off rockstar!eddie from 'Call Me Little Sunshine' even though I haven’t released the next part yet, I hope that’s okay. I also got a little carried away, but sorry not sorry. <3 <3

Boy, oh boy, let me tell you.

You being the one to suggest a threesome leaves him floored; basically speechless, but damn if he isn't so turned on by the idea!

His sweet girl who can hardly look him in the eye when he's flirting and telling you how pretty you are.

His sweet girl who was a virgin until a few months ago.

If you suggested inviting some gangbanger or roadie in, he might not be interested; he's possessive, after all.

But if it was with someone you both knew? Maybe Chrissy or Robin? He would be all over that, like bees to honey. 

Everyone probably assumes he'd be an eager beaver, maybe dominating and controlling the moment. He thought that about himself, to be fair.

Except.

When it actually happens, he is just entranced.

He'd just watch the two of you kiss, the way your lips move so slowly, so softly, so fucking sinfully. The way you sigh into her mouth and the way she swallows the sound.

It's different from how you are with him.

With him, sure, you're soft, submissive to his dominance and the possessiveness he exudes, giving him all your firsts like a good girl.

But with her, you're soft in a different way, so pliant, and it's so fucking intense seeing her kiss you that he just watches and listens to those pretty sighs spilling from your lips.

Eddie would be in the corner of the room or at the end of the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, grunting softly. He'd be so fucking hard: his cock would be aching as much as his heart.

"Fuck, baby", he'd groan when you cum for the first time, thighs shaking, chest heaving. It would be the hottest thing he's ever seen, and he could only imagine how wet you are now, and maybe he's just a little envious and a little jealous.

And when it’s your turn to be in control? His sweet girl who hadn’t even touched a cock before him, let alone a pussy? You bet he’d be there to help you.

You’d look at him with those wide eyes, so fucking eager but so unsure.

So he’d tell you what to do.

“Kiss her neck, baby, that’s it, she likes that.” He’d tell you, fisting his cock faster as you moved down her neck, watching as you kissed between the valley of her tits, leaving her skin shining in the low lights of the bedroom.

You’d close your lips around one of her nipples, and she’d arch into you, and you’d hear Eddie groan from across the room because fuck if you aren’t the hottest he’s ever seen you. Nervous and skittish, but coming out of your shell and into your element.

There would be a line of spit connecting her nipple to your lips as you switched breasts, giving the other one the same treatment until both stood hard and erect. 

“Touch her,” Eddie would encourage softly, not wanting to pull you out of the moment but so desperate to see more. And like a good fucking girl, you’d oblige.

Your hand moving between your bodies, fingertips moving between her pussy lips, coming away wet and shiny because she’s just as turned on as you, just as turned on as him.

He wouldn’t have to tell you to put them in your mouth; you know what he likes. You’d lick them clean, moaning the entire time, never once breaking eye contact with him from across the room.

And when you finally, fucking finally, moved down her body, you’d find her dripping. You would be pleasantly smug about how Eddie had nothing to say. He’d be caught up in the moment, transfixed by the way you nibbled on her inner thighs before moving to the apex of her.

You’d give her exactly what she’d given you — one of the best orgasms of her life.

Two fingers in her tight hole, your tongue on her clit, fucking her, stretching her, all the while, he’d be groaning from across the room until he came with a guttural groan.

But the second time it happens? The third? You can bet your bottom dollar he's doing more than watching.

He'd be like a druggie, addicted to the soft and sweet way you are with her, but how you crave his touch, his taste, him, even when she's got her head between your legs, lapping your arousal from your pussy with gentle licks.

He'd love everything about it, but he'd have to remind you, and her, who you belong to.

So he'd put you on your knees, his body shadowed over yours, nose at your cheek as you go down on her. 

Eddie would be rocking his hips in a lazy rhythm, barely easing out of your pussy before surging into you; the control gets him off, the way he overwhelms you until he consumes your thoughts.

And each time you stop to moan, the other woman momentarily forgotten, he'd lean down to growl in your ear, his voice condescending and mocking, but fuck if that doesn't just make you squeeze his cock like a desperate whore. 

"Keep going", he'd say, fingers threading in your hair so he could push your face between her legs again and press your mouth against her wet slit. And he wouldn't let you escape, would hold you there. "You're the one who doesn't want to share my cock, sweetness. You gotta make her feel good too."

And even though you'd whine, you know it's true. The thought of him fucking her instead of you is distressing, so you work her over with your mouth, your tongue, and your fingers while he consumes every piece of your innocence.

So you'd do what you're told because you're his good girl.

And he’d reward you by snapping his hips against your ass, skin-hitting skin, a repeated slap, slap, slap. 

You would be boneless. Your eyes would be glossy, cock-drunk, and fucked out. You’d have no words, nothing else to give him except needy whimpering as you eat her out, fingering her, lapping the juice from her pussy like it was ambrosia, the drink of the gods.

Eddie would love every fucking second of it.

Every thrust of his cock would make a pornographic sound because you’d be so fucking wet. Every swipe of your tongue would make her sing. It would be filthy, and indecent, and so fucking hot.

And when you're all finished, worn out, sweaty and exhausted, he’d already be thinking about the next time.

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I'm having so much fun on twitter 🤣

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I’m so glad you’re sharing these with me hahahaha

[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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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hi! Do you have any good abo ot8 skz fic recommendations? Thank you!

I have quite a few great skz!abo recs, but not a whole lot of ot8.

Here's a few I absolutely loved though and reread often!

And they called it puppy love by kyunteez

Throw me to the wolves by sunstorms

Skz omegaverse by 8bitskeleton

Terms and Conditions Apply by hwangism

Hoodie Season, Adopt don't shop by catsonthewindowsill

[total-dxmure]

ngl im lowkey excited for cult ellie there’s nothing that i love more than unhinged characters like yes please baby kill all those people in my honor while you sing my name like a prayer 🧎‍♀️🤰

i’m super super excited to post! my plan is to have “marley and me” chipped down to the final few chapters before i finally post the first chapter of “sanguinarian”. i don’t want to have too many series going at the same time. i excel when it comes to dark romance or anything relatively “gore-esque” or spooky, so i’m super excited for you all to read it!

and yes! you get itttttt. morally grey characters have always been and always will be my kryptonite. there’s just something super sexy about a woman that isn’t afraid to kill, maim, or ruin others in your honor. plus ellie is going to be super possessive and territorial in this fic, and it’s great.

one bed trope, ellie has never been shown kindness in her entire life- girl is as tight as a rubber band and ready to snap. the sexual tension (and she doesn’t even quite understand what that really means) is going to be out the roof.

[couldawouldashoulda50]

How William react to Loren getting attention from guys in Sweden? I mean he got lots of love and attention during the summer so she needs some love too and get his ass in gear and make it official lol make him work

Nonnie - I like way you think.

Please don't get me wrong - I love William but I love the idea of someone turning the tables on him a little bit. Not maliciously - Loren is not an attention seeker…but William starts to notice that, whether she wants it or not, she’s an attention getter wherever she goes. I have mentioned before about reading about Taurus traits - they apparently can be a bit possessive and that's sort of how I picture William to be after he's spent more time with Loren.

This is what I imagined:

It was 3:22 AM and William was in a snit. In a mood. Pissy.

Beside him, Loren slept soundly and peacefully. She deserved it—she was completely fucked out. Loren often matched, or even exceeded William's sex drive, but tonight, his appetite for Loren was insatiable. After her last orgasm—where she spasmed so hard on top of him that she flopped over and clung to the mattress like it was her only saving grace—blissful exhaustion swooped in. She had almost passed out in that very spot but she willed herself to go to the bathroom first. The minute she returned, she kissed William appreciatively and fell asleep straight away.

William was tired but sleep wasn't finding him easily. A slew of thoughts began to weigh on his mind. Despite what most people assumed about William's cool and unbothered persona, sometimes things got to him, much like in moments like this.

The time Loren had spent in Stockholm was nothing short of perfect. Her presence was like a breath of fresh air—whether it was a family get-together, or a post-nap fika with friends, or even just the two of them out for a walk or lazing in bed—she just radiated goodness wherever she went. However, the one thing William noticed early on was that Loren stuck out in Sweden like a sore thumb. Her eyes were the colour of dark chocolate and her dark olive skin was that of a Mediterranean goddess. William saw it every single time they walked into a packed bar or club. He may be the reason they were escorted past the line-ups, but all eyes seemed to bypass William and fell upon Loren once they entered.

On one hand, the pride he felt knowing she was there with him… it wasn't just about her beauty. It was the way she carried herself. Her friendliness and kindness towards others. She could be reserved or be exuberant. Display her biting wit or be totally serious. How she could mouthed the words to Eminem and then gush about her love of Tchaikovsky in the same breath.

On the other hand, men, and in many cases women too, fixated on Loren. Women would approach her asking about her hair—her long, wavy mane that naturally gave off a sexy, freshly-fucked look.

But the men eye-fucked her over and over. Loren was slender with curves—seemingly a lethally magnetic combination that they could not avoid. William could mostly handle the gawking and the muttering under their breath about her tits and ass.

But it was when they approached her that he really got his back up.

It's not that he didn't trust her—he did implicitly and without any reservation. It revolved around his own hesitation about making things more official between them. He was still trying to navigate his meteoric stardom and worried about all the temptations that went along with it. So perhaps it was more that he didn't trust himself.

He didn't know what he was waiting for. Until he figured it out, she was very much fair game for other interested parties.

Which led to him sitting in bed in that moment, avoiding the hundreds of DMs and text messages that he received from the myriad friends, past hook-ups, and ones that hoped to be a future option.

Instead, he scrolled through the comments from one of Loren's segments that was edited for Instagram and TikTok. Her videos were picking up traction. Some of the comments were from her target audience, expressing appreciation for her love of languages and her easy-to-follow methods of learning conversational French.

But more and more, there were heart-on-fire emojis, fire emojis, and so on. There were offers to whisk her away for some "private lessons," some guy flaunting his yacht and asking "would she be his personal translator in Monaco," a smattering of marriage proposals, and a good number comments about her looks.

The thoughts of her being with someone else freaked him the fuck out.

William rubbed his eyes and set his phone down. He looked at Loren—she was stretched out on her back with one arm bent above her head. The sheet that covered her had slipped off, exposing her upper half to the cool air in the room.

William, who always ran a little hot, slid his hand along her midriff and then over her breasts. When she stirred from the warmth of his hands, he crawled on top of her, brushing his lips across her skin. Loren smiled and let out a soft moan as she wrapped her arms and eventually her legs around William's body.

She murmured responses to some of his lingering questions. Mainly "Do you actually know—or see—how men look at you?"

Her response was simple. "I don't care if men look at me like I'm this or that. I only care if you look at me that way."

He smiled against her skin.

Fuck, she really is a keeper, he thought.

[whoskimii]

venus ily my glorious writing queen pls notice me 🤗🤗

awww i don't know who you are sweet nonnie but i definitely noticed you 🫂 love ya baby!! (btw call me that again :3)

take care of you please, stay safe. mwah!! <33

[navybrat817]

ALPHA SILVERFOX BUCKY?????? TAKE ALL MY GODDAMN MONEY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Also….is there any chance…..since yk it’s A/b/o…..that there might be some breeding kink in the mix? Asking for a friend.

I SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH SND CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH AND CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART THANK YOU FOR POSTING THIS YOU ARE AN ANGEL

Too, too kind, nonnie! You lovelies are going to make me cry. And then our alpha is going to have to kiss away my tears.

I feel like it's against the rules of omegaverse if there isn't some sort of breeding kink thrown in there. Now that doesn't necessarily mean really breeding her. That's something they need to discuss. But the kink... 😏

But I can't wait to share more. Love and thanks! ❤️

[foreverdolly]

Your feyd rautha fic is truly SPECTACULAR. I beg, if you have the time, could you write the next chapter? 💖

thank you so much for your message (and so sorry for the delay on replying to others that have sent messages to my inbox. i read them, i promise!)

that is so sweet of you to say! now that i finally have a laptop i will be working on the next chapter of “savage bonds”. i’ve actually gone back and edited the first few thousand words of what i have written for it so far, which was therapeutic as shit to do. i’ll let everyone know a few days before i’m ready to post!

[mystra-midnight]

hi there, i’d like to order one lamington please!

i’m a short, curvy, blue eyed girl who loves wearing jeans, listening to music and painting :) i’d love a boyfriend who’d take care of me but also make me laugh

and also absolutely rail me in the bedroom

sweet nonnie, thank you so much for sending in an order! ily and hope you enjoy your sweet treat, which I also got carried away with! <3 <3

I ship you with . . . Astarion!

Astarion is a man of eclectic taste and is a many faceted individual.

He is a man who can appreciate your love of music, whether it is classical or more modern. He enjoys those quiet moments when you are in his lap, watching him strum at his lute, watching him as though transfixed.

He also enjoys the nuances of art; if you wanted him to post among the flowers, he would. If you wanted him to pose nude on the settee while you draw him — like one of your French girls — he would.

“Don’t move,” you said again, your voice soft yet commanding. Your eyes flicked up over the canvas to where he was draped over the settee, his pale skin bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. The blanket, haphazardly thrown over his hips and thighs, left just enough to the imagination yet teased with the promise of what lay beneath. His chest rose and fell slowly with the illusion of breath, each movement accentuating the curve of his muscles, the lines of his collarbones casting shadows across his alabaster skin.

The roses you’d placed beside him matched the colour of his eyes: a deep vermillion, dark and hypnotic, like the first spill of blood on fresh snow. His gaze was steady and unwavering as he watched you, an intensity in his eyes that made your pulse quicken. There was something predatory in how he studied you as if he were less the subject of your painting and more of a hunter waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. 

“You seem to be enjoying this, petal,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing. His lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes never left yours.

“Maybe I am,” you answered, dipping the brush into the paint again, refusing to let him distract you. Yet, there was no denying the warmth spreading through your blood or how your breath hitched when his gaze lingered too long. Astarion shifted, a subtle movement that drew your attention back to him.

The blanket slipped just a little, exposing more of his skin, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional. He was a picture of temptation, perfectly poised and posed, but there was something else, too — a vulnerability that only you could see, hidden beneath the surface. For a moment, your hand faltered, your brush moving in the wrong direction as you looked at him.

“Stay still,” you murmured, but the words came out softer than you intended, almost like a plea.

He loves seeing his partners comfortable in their own skin. It’s something that he craves, having spent so long at war with himself — hating every scar, every flaw, and using his body as a weapon rather than something worthy of love.

He would never complain or judge you because of the way you look or the way you dress, whether dressed up in something that clings to your curves or lounging in oversized clothes that feel like a second skin. You’re always gorgeous to him, and he never hesitates to let you know.

On the days when doubt creeps in — those quiet, insidious moments when you can’t see yourself the way he does — he’ll be there to remind you.

He cupped your cheeks in his palms, cold and steady, tilting your face so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His vermillion hues, dark and rich like wine, crashed against your ocean eyes, a collision of elements—fire and water, passion and calm. His touch was grounding, his fingers firm but gentle, and at that moment, the world outside faded into nothing. It was just the two of you, the heat of his palms against your skin, the steady rhythm of your breath filling the silence.

“You see yourself through such a narrow lens, petal,” he said softly, his voice low, almost reverent. He brushed his thumbs along the curve of your cheekbones, tracing the delicate lines of your face as if memorising every detail. “But I see all of you. Every part of you. And I wish you could see what I see.”

His words were quiet, but they sank deep, settling in the pit of your stomach and spreading warmth through your chest. There was no judgement in his eyes, no hesitation — only an unwavering certainty that made it impossible for you to look away. Astarion searched your gaze as if he were looking for something beyond the surface, something only he could understand. And maybe he found it.

Your heartbeats quickened, the weight of his hands anchoring you in the moment, steadying you against the swirling thoughts that had held you captive for much too long. The insecurities, the doubts — they suddenly seemed so small, so insignificant as he looked at you like that, with such intensity, as though you were the only thing in his world.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, his lips curving into the faintest smile. His hand shifted, one thumb brushing across your lower lip, a touch so soft that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Every time you forget, I’ll remind you.” There was a promise in his voice, unspoken but certain, as if he was pledging to chase away every shadow that haunted your reflection.

And as his thumb lingered on your lip, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, you knew he meant it.

And yet, for all his old-world charm and silver tongue, Astarion is a devil underneath. He knows that he is a flame and that others are moths that flock to him.

He has learned how to read people: the subtle changes in their expression and body language. He can hear the wild thundering of your heart when you’re thinking about him, and he can smell the arousal between your thighs. He’s a vampire, after all. And it leaves his head in the clouds each and every time.

In your eyes, Astarion is kind and gentle yet somewhat wild. He can give you precisely what you need: soft love and affection in those moments of doubt or rough dominance when you need to glimpse the Celestial Heavens. And you would not have him any other way.

You felt boneless, like your legs would give out at any moment. Except his hands on your hips kept you from collapsing, their grip the only thing tethering you to reality. His fingers pressed into your skin, grounding you in the moment, reminding you that you weren’t falling — not really — but sinking into something deeper, something undeniable.

His hands tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer until he was buried within your slick, warm walls. The feeling of him filling you made your breath hitch, the heat between your thighs almost unbearable. His chest pressed firmly against your back, skin-to-skin, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath, the way his body moulded to yours, the way every subtle movement seemed to ripple through your core.

The soft bristle of his chin brushed against your shoulder as he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing the sensitive skin of your ear. His breath on your skin made your pulse race, and each inhale was filled with the heady scent of him. It was intoxicating and overwhelming, as though you could lose yourself in the rhythm of his hollow breathing, in the slow and deliberate way he moved within you.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing your earlobe. The soft, teasing kiss that followed sent a shiver down your spine, a full-body tremor he felt as much as you did. His voice dropped lower, becoming a sultry hum reverberating through your body, making every nerve alight with sensation. “Are you close, petal?”

You nodded, the words lodged somewhere in your throat, your breath too unsteady to form a coherent response. All you could manage was a whimper, a sound that came from deep in your chest as his grip on your hips tightened. His thumbs traced slow, maddening circles into your skin, grounding you yet driving you closer to the edge, teasing a fine line.

He shifted, his hips pressing forward, deeper, as his lips trailed soft, wet kisses down the curve of your neck, igniting sparks that bloomed across your skin. Each movement, each kiss, was deliberate, as if he knew exactly what you needed, pushing you closer and closer to the brink until you felt like you were unravelling beneath him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, sending another shockwave through you. His voice was full of raw desire, but there was tenderness there too, a dominance, a possessiveness, a love. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His breath ghosted against your ear as he spoke, his tone coaxing, laced with a dark promise that made your body tense in anticipation. And just like that, the last of your control slipped away, your body tightening around him, every muscle quivering as you gave in to the rising heat, to him.

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[awesomefringey]

Hey, sorry to bother you , but I'm really not feeling well. I'm pretty sure I need help. I'm feeling really depressed and it feels like I can't have a moment of peace. Just wanted to ask if you have any suggestions. I feel like my whole body is restless, and I can't stand myself and how I feel. I know I shouldn't bring this up here, but I couldn't think of anything else. Xoxo

Oh nonnie, I’m so sorry. I’ve been through similar phases in my life, and I promise you it will get better. Winter, especially January and February can be excruciating to our brain chemistry. Right now, while you’re in the middle of it all, it can be so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I think the most important thing for you right now is not to go through this alone. I’m not sure if reaching out to me was the very first time you’ve expressed how you’re feeling, but if so, that’s incredibly brave of you 🩵. It’s a big first step toward overcoming this. The next one could be sharing this (in real life) with someone you trust—a friend, a parent, or a sibling, a therapist.

I believe human connection is one of the most effective ways to release trauma and pain. If you can find someone who truly sees you and your pain, someone who is willing to listen, I’m convinced it will help you feel better. Sending you a big hug!

[late-to-the-party-81]

You are the only blog that writes hulk/banner smut and I love you for it😍.

Please share if you have any hulk/banner smut recs🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Aaaah, thank you!

I have more planned for the series soon (once I get past the fic I’m currently writing)

I know that @fluffyprettykittylibrary has some spicy Banner smut, so you could check them out!

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Do you have any Stray kids Abo fic recs???

Yes! Listed HERE and HERE <3

[total-dxmure]

Fuck who ever did that to you I hope they choke. But I missed you father im glad you’re back 🤗🔥‼️

thank you so much dolly baby. same same same. honestly i'm so over being the bigger person at this point. the negative thing about the lesbian community is how "small" it is in my town, so it's been super not fun seeing her parade around with other women.

i fear love deeply and instead of pursuing genuine connections with women i will just over romanticize my fics and live vicariously through ellie <3