#thank u for participating ily!

[theragethatisdesire]

HI POOKS CONGRATS ON 1000!!

COULD U DO A PLUG! GETO WHOSE LIKE INLOVE WITH THE READER BUT IS A BITCH ABOUT IT WITH NUMBER 20? COULD IT ALSO BE SMUT?

THANK UUUUU LOVEY i absoluuuuutely can :) again, i've never posted for geto, so apologies if it's a little rough, but i love him way too much to not give him a shot. enjoy <3333

"Shit, you feel so good around me, baby," Geto pants, licking into your mouth to emphasize his point.

He's got you on your back, crushed under him, his favorite way to take you. He loves watching your eyes roll back into your head, loves watching how your jaw drops when you cum around him.

"Feels- it's, it's too much Geto," you whine, tightening the already-iron grip your thighs have around his hips, entirely disproving your point.

"No, you can take it, can't you?" Geto purrs, thumbing at your mouth. He forces it open, spitting into it, smiling appreciatively when you swallow. "There's my good girl."

"Need you to cum, I- please," you hate the begging tone in your voice, but Geto just does that to you, can turn you into a desperate, whining little thing with only a few well-placed strokes. After nearly an hour under him, on top of him, bent over for him, you're at your breaking point.

"You're going to get it," Geto promises, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, "gonna fill you up, just the way you like it, yeah?"

"Please," you whine, feeling yourself tighten around him, "please."

"Fuck- so good for me," Geto's thrusts grow more erratic, impossibly faster, harder, "such a perfect little cunt. You're so fucking good to me, love you so much."

Even through the haze of your dizzy mind, your eyes fly open at that, but before you can respond, Geto's clutching you to him, cumming deep inside you with a loud, long groan. He slides into you a few more times, riding out his orgasm, before finally slipping out, ripping a wounded whimper from you.

It hits you that Geto must know what he said, must realize that you heard him, because instead of the usual cuddle session, he promptly rolls onto his side and starts picking a half-finished blunt out of the ashtray by his bed. You wait patiently, watch the flame from the lighter illuminate his sharp features, biting into the grin that's trying to force its way across your face.

After a hit or two, Geto's gaze slides back to you, and his eyes narrow.

"Don't even start-"

"You looove me?" You tease, letting that smile break wide and bright across your face.

You've known about his feelings for awhile; he's not vocal, but he's not exactly subtle either. All of the little gifts he's picked up for you (each costing more than the last), the way his eyes never leave you when you're out together, the way he holds you close to him through the night. You've said it to him, but he's always brushed you off, grumbling a "you too" under his breath. Feelings don't exactly come easily to him.

"Shut up," Geto groans, tossing an arm over his face, "you knew that already, don't have to get all smug about it."

"Of course I do," you smirk, leaning down to pepper little kisses across his face, "love you right back, baby."

Geto's faux-frustration is sliced right in two by a chuckle, loose and airy out of his lips.

"What do I have to do to shut you up?"

"Say it just one more time. Please?"

"I love you," Geto rolls his eyes, but the smile splitting his face warms your heart because it gives him away. He might like to play big and bad, but at the end of the day, he's wrapped around your finger.

[hinamie]

where do you usually get inspiration from? like are there things you see that make you go "!!!!! idea" or do the ideas just spawn in your brain?

ooooo it depends !!! lately the Visions have been striking left right n center and largely out of nowhere i will just be sitting having a good time n brain goes draw a playing card set draw a fucked up banquet hall draw yuuji ripping sukuna's face off and Eating It and i am like ????? *crying, taking notes* jesus christ ok please slow down oKAY . other times i Will see something or an Element of something and that'll trigger a draws idea,, like fr example i have wanted to do something with gojo and opals forEVER and that idea was triggered while i was online jewelry shopping ghfHJHGHJH

and ya other times i'm just . in the mood to draw and ill be in the process of scribbling something and then it kind of comes together slowly as i'm working n scrolling pinterest :>

[sahrii]

i’m so excited to start work on the requests and events to the point where i forgot that i have orbiting pluto…also i’ve been coming up w sm ideas my mind is like frying atp LOL i need to start multi tasking 🫡 and idh volunteering till next week bc there is a flu outbreak in care home 💔💔💔

[teddybeartoji]

mickey !! crawling out of my blanket fort for the ask game u just rbd…… for the questions, maybeee 1 + 26 + 41?? :3 am making a cup of coffee for u in preparation ☕️

OMG OMG OMGGGGG ARIIII MY SWEET LITTLE IRIS IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREEE<333333

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

satoru................................ nobody is surprised lmao but he's my little itty bitty honey bunny blue eyed princess and i just feel like smiling whenever i think about him okay:(( i love him so much wahh:(( and also yuuji and hinata<33333 btw are we.. are we seeing a theme here i am not immune to big smiles alright????

i wish i could also say like abby or ellie from tlou but... i get no fucking comfort from them only pain and suffering idk why i like them in the first place smhh jkjk little angry lesbians oh how i love you so

okay now that i'm really thinking about it, thee most obscure little guy popped into my head - schmidt from new girl. i've only seen like the first three seasons but every time i see this guy i'm like yes. thank you schmidt. you are funny.

tried to go 2 minutes without talking about him but.... it is toji too. i keep seeing thee softest fanart of him on twt and i just melt every time. like pics of him in big jackets n coats with a massive scarf:(( or with him n mamagumi:(((((((((( idk i think about getting a hug from him and i'm fixed for a while what more could i ask from a comfort character🐱🐱

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

ok this is the first thing that first came to mind and i think it's so funny so that's the one i'm gonna go with

cue little eight year old mickey right. my family and our relatives were all at our family home, eating breakfast in the big room. there are multiple windows and when you look out you can see the front door right.... remember that. anyway, there's like 15 people in the room bla bla and i was sent to go fetch the fucking newspaper or smth.

so i go outside. and there's Three big steps there. okay another very important fact that i was a very. very very clumsy kid. let's continue. i fall down the three massive steps. of course. bare knees and all, fly right into the asphalt underneath but the thing is... i was clumsy but i wasn't a crier. like i always fell off trees and there literally wasn't a single summer until i was like 16 where my knees were NOT bruised and bloody lmao.

so i'm fine. i just thought it was funny bc c'mon how the fuck do you fall down three steps you know. but then i felt it... the glare........

still sitting on the ground with bloody knees and palms, i slooooowly turn around and find my dad just staring right at me. NOBODY else was looking, only him. he's looking at me and then he just slowly shakes his head......................................... omfggggg brooo don't act like you never did thattt😒😒😒😒 anyway idk why this one is so stuck in my head but i do still think it's so funny it's so stupid like why was he staring??? go help your kidd?????? i mean i was fine i didn't want his help buT IT'S ABOUT THE POINTTT

41. how do you take your coffee?

with milk and sugar hihihii!!! when i go out i usually order a cappuccino or if they have a frappe in the selection i'm getting that!!!

i'm good with it being hot, i'm good with it being lukewarm, i'm good with it being cold - i am not picky!!!!! i'm also not picky over the quality lmao i drink those capsule coffees at home and but i'm super used to the 3in1 drinks too just bc i was drinking a lot of those at work yk

[bellpeppersand-beef]

the results are in, cowpokes: only 38.4% of you have taste

[sanjisprincesswifey]

helloo~ first of all congratulations on your milestones! your fics are amazing and you deserve all the love on your works🥺 as for the event, may i request for song 1 with eustass kid with an afab reader? nsfw or sfw are both fine with me! tysm in advance 💖💕

pretty in pleasure (or realizing you're falling in love ft. eustass kid)

notes: kid is bad with emotions but oh so good in bed. nsfw!!! mdni!!! p in v sex & riding with an afab!reader! around 500+ words i think ?? thank u sm for participating, ily 4 requesting eustass i luuuuuv him

despite being such a large, strong man, it felt as if kid has always been so gentle with you.

his thick, calloused fingers grip around your hip, your skin bending into his touch. a mewl falls from your lips as he guides you up and down as you bounce around his cock.

a string of curses leaves his own, but he can only focus on how fucked out you look instead of watching himself disappear inside of you as he typically did.

as a dragged-out groan escapes him, he’s not watching your tits bounce with the movement of your body, but how your face contorts with a pleased expression. or how your beautiful, lust-filled eyes stare down at him, which he would never verbally admit that it only drives him further to his release at an exponentially high rate.

a light yelp leaves you as kid effortlessly lifts you off of him in a swift motion, his dick curving as his cum spills onto his own abdomen.

a strangled gasp leaves you once more before you stand up and grab him a towel, giggling as you clean up his mess.

“did you finish?” his nonchalant tone protects the sheepishness he feels he needs to mask.

ensuring your satisfaction guaranteed him more nights with you, so he was eager to know the answer.

you nod with a cheeky smile, “yeah, like three times. was just waiting on you.” you reach for his goggles, pulling them off his head as you ruffle through his hair and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

your gentle touch was so unfamiliar to him that he rejected it at the beginning of your late-night visits, muttering for you to get out and get some sleep instead. but as the days turned into weeks, kid had succumbed to your soft touch, and grown accustomed to you occupying not just his bed, but his thoughts too.

all of which he could never admit to you, deeming himself far too coarse and animalistic for such vulnerable emotions.

somehow though, he had granted himself to reward of imagining you sticking to his side not just in the dead of night when his fist was not enough to get him off, but in his day-to-day activities.

“here,” he murmurs, opening up the blanket for you to climb inside once you have finished cleaning up.

“thank you,” you sigh, a content smile adorning your face as you cuddle up next to him. your arm is not long enough to wrap around his wide torso but rests just above his heart, the soft beating reverberating through your palm.

the exhaustion pools through your body as your eyes lazily shut in the comfort of his arm. kid this opportunity to stare down at you, his gaze memorizing each of your features until his stained, bruised lips rest in a small smile.

“your heart is beating so fast,” you chuckle, glancing up at him.

he grunts, spitting out something about how he was thinking about your session that ended mere minutes ago. you accept the answer, still finding pride in your efforts as you shut your eyes once again.

kid manages to capture a couple more peeks before he’s relaxed enough to doze off too, hoping one day he’d be man enough to tell you how he feels. 

celebrate my 3,000 followers event with me!

this post was inspired by it's complicated written by @bby-deerling , so if you like this go read hers too!

[dipperscavern]

breathless and whiny robb u say?? 🫣🫣🧐🧐 can I then add that the first time he was dommed by r he absolutely loses his SHIT bc omg omg dying dead HUH!? especially if he’s so used to being the dom in the relationship the moment his girl switches it up on him he short circuits

BREATHLESS AND WHINY ROBB I SAID. I APOLOGIZE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY LEWD (thank you sm for this ily)

it’s not uncommon for you and robb to have to spend time apart. as children at winterfell, robb was often busy being prepared to be lord of it and all its people. back when the realm wasn’t in shambles, robb would study on politics, and sit in with his father on his duties. you didn’t mind, you knew you couldn’t have him all to yourself. you preferred to spend your time checking in on the other starklings, practicing your skills, and you were silently grateful to have a bit more leisurely time than he did.

but during war it was so, so much worse.

as robb’s lady, you went everywhere with him. but you usually didn’t participate in battles, and sometimes, things were so dangerous robb didn’t even feel safe taking you with him. you can be away from each other for weeks at a time, and you spend it praying he’ll return to you. it’s common for men at war to have other women warm their beds, but robb’s bed stays cold, no matter how long you’re apart. he would never betray you like that.

spending so much time apart sometimes makes him desperate. not just to be reunited, but to feel you. to be sheathed deep inside you, your hands pulling him closer & his roaming your body — to feel your lips on his again. and when he finally makes his way back to you, he can barely contain himself.

his hips roll, and he savors the feeling. his hand is intertwined with yours, and his other caresses the soft flesh of your hip. it’s been so long, and he never wishes to leave your warmth. his head drops to your shoulder as he slides himself fully in, and his brain malfunctions. you’re tight, wet, and warm — and it has his brows pinching, mouth falling open to let out a breathless whine. he can’t remember the last time he’s ever made a noise like that (never), but he can’t find it in himself to care. your nails are lightly scratching at his back, and pain mixes with pleasure in a way that makes him grit his teeth.

you love when he’s like this. breathless and losing control, losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him. he’s taking, taking, taking — and so giving at the same time.

afterwards, when you both lay spent after sharing each others bodies, the moment replays in your mind. you want to make him sound like that again. again and again and again. that’s when an idea forms in your mind.

robb had agreed to trying out your idea, so here you both are. your thighs spread to accommodate his length, legs over his waist as you straddle him. it’s a different angle, a different feeling, and he’s patient in giving you time to adjust. you give an experimental roll of your hips, and his grip on them tightens. he’s not trying to stop you, he just didn’t expect it to feel so good. you gauge his reaction, raising an eyebrow at the single movement having him sharply inhale.

feeling more confident, you begin to move. you take it slower, trying to find movements that feel good for the both of you. robb is not complaining at your experimenting, head lolling back at every movement. eventually, you bring yourself up, and then down again. it has your eyes fluttering shut & robb gritting his teeth, and you silently relish in your triumph. you begin to move, setting a pace that has his grip on your hips tightening & you clenching around him.

robb doesn’t know if he can handle it. the view of you moving up and down on his cock, the way your tits move with your ministrations — the way you feel so good. and the pretty noises you’re making have his brain turning to mush, knocking the air out of his lungs. what have you done to him?

“Feel alright, Robb?”

your voice brings him back to reality (only for a second), and he nods his head. you’ve almost rendered his ability to speak.

“Don’t- mm! Don’t stop.”

you smile, enjoying the view. robb’s brows pinched (more than usual), mouth falling slack as breathless whines & moans spill from his lips. one of your hands comes to rest over where his own is on your hips in an attempt to ground him, as he’s done for you so many times. it works as well as it can with you continuing your pace, having him sharply inhaling as a groan rises from his throat. he’s distant, completely lost in the throes of pleasure. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

it doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar warmth begin to pool in your abdomen, the angle hitting you just right. when robb brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, it has the tight cord in your belly snapping, waves of pleasure crawling up your spine as you cum. you continue your movements, only slowing down to ride out the aftershocks. robb isn’t far behind, and when you involuntarily clench down on him, he spills into you with a groan of your name.

you look at robb, catching your breath, and smile once more. you think you’ll have to see him like this more often.

[luvsturniolo]

hey girl i love ur stuff, do u think u could do a Matt imagine where the triplets are filming a baking video or smthn with the reader. There's a lot of speculation of whether Matt and reader are dating (idm if they're together yet or not) and reader minorly burns their hand or smthn and Matt makes a b-line to reader to comfort them? thanks ily<3

— ★ !! speculation

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : desc is explained in the req !!

a/n : girl i'm SO sorry that this took forever. my inbox is literally so confusing & it stresses me out so bad to look at ; i need to organize it asap ! anyway im sorry this took so long, ur req got burried under a ton of others

anyway , i hope u like this bc u deserve it after waiting so long 😭 also, i'm trying a slighty different format for my posts (its so subtle idek if u guys will notice but i love it so wtv 🤞🤞)

wc : 1.8k

for the past few months, you and matt have been acting a bit differently on camera. normally, the two of you make an effort to stay decently apart so none of the his fans will notice that you're dating.

you've been friends with the triplets since middle school and you show up in their videos all the time. but last summer, matt finally asked you to be his girlfriend. you guys agreed to keep your relationship off the internet and since then, you two have been trying your absolute best to avoid eachother while on camera.

but it's harder than it sounds to keep a distance from the one you love. all you want to do it hold his hand, rest your head on his shoudler, or hug him. but you can't. and it drives you fucking crazy.

this morning, nick texted you and asked if you wanted to come over to film a baking video with them. seeing as you had nothing better to do, you happily agreed.

nick explained that you would be the one blindfolded. he and his brothers would be normal — able to speak, see, and hear freely. you were a bit nervous at first, knowing how horrible you are at baking. but you still agreed to film the video because you know their fans have been begging for you to participate in one of their cooking videos for years.

you're currently in the kitchen with matt as he sets out all the ingredients that will be used. across the room, nick is setting up the camera so you guys can film in a few minutes. chris is in his bedroom, searching for the bandana he set out for you.

"got it!" chris shouts excitedly as he rushes into the kitchen, waving the hot pink bandana around in the air.

you laugh at the sight of its bright colors before asking, "why the hell did you casually had that laying around your room?"

"don't worry about it." he responds, trying to be mysterious and dramatic.

he hands the bandana to you and you place it over your eyes. you wrap it around your head and end up fumbling with the ends of it, unable to tie it blindly. you sigh with annoyance but continue to struggle, too determined to ask for help.

suddenly you feel someone place their hands on top of yours. you immediately recognize them to be matt's. his fingertips are cold but his palms are warm, causing chills to wash over your skin like an ocean wave.

"you don't need to be so independent all the time," he tells you softly. "it's okay to ask for help every once in a while."

you feel his hands leave yours — meaning the bandana is tied. you turn around and blindly reach your hands up to find his face. you feel your hands graze his jaw and you smile, feeling the stubble of his beard brush against your skin.

you tip your head up and reach to kiss him. however, seeing as you can't see, you end up missing his mouth and kissing the corner of his lips. you feel his mouth pull upward with a smile before he moves his head to the side so you can kiss him correctly.

"i need to make this worth it." he says against your mouth. he pulls away to speak, but you lean forward to chase his lips. "i won't be able to kiss you until after the video is finished."

"then quit wasting your time talking and kiss me." you say. you feel his chest shake with an airy chuckle before he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer against him, reconnecting your mouths to kiss you again.

"guys, what the fuck?" you hear nick's voice call out from across the kitchen. "you've been making out for the past three minutes."

"yeah," chris's voice agrees. it sounds like he's standing in the doorway. "we were trying to be nice and let you have your moment, but you just won't stop kissing."

matt lets go of your hips with a sigh. "whatever, let's get this over with."

"woah, kid!" chris exclaims dramatically. you can hear his voice move and his footsteps get louder as he makes his way over to where you and matt are standing in front of the counter. "don't sound too excited."

as unbelievable as this sounds, matt doesn't actually hate filming. he actually loves making videos for his channel. if he didn't, he would not be doing it as a job. what he hates is being away from you.

he's the literal definition of clingy. and you're like the exhausted mom who has to put up with his tantrums whenever you're torn apart.

"okay, the camera is set up." nick announces. "i'm gonna start recording, so get your coupley-ness over with so we can film."

it's kind of crazy how casual it's become for everyone to work around yours and matt's secret relationship. his brothers respect your guys' decision to stay private and they help you guys hide it from the media. it genuinely means a lot to you to know how supportive chrtis and nick are — even though they like to make jokes and tease matt for his clinginess.

"hey guys!" nick says to the camera. “today, y/n is going to be blind baking some santa-shaped cookies since it’s almost christmas!”

you can hear nick walk over to where everyone else is standing. he continues to talk to the camera when you feel matt’s knuckles brush against the small of your back — where the camera can’t see.

you smile, enjoying the physical touch. but you know how risky it is for him to do things like that. if you start blushing or acting weird on camera, the fans will easily put the pieces together and realize what it means. so you shift a little, causing matt’s hand to fall off your back and back to his side.

"okay," you hear nick's voice say. you jump at how close he is now.

"oh my fuck, nick!" you shout, turning to glare at him — hoping you're looking in the right direction. "you scared the absolute shit out of me!"

"i'm not nick." chris says.

you turn in the opposite direction and tilt your head dramatically, waiting for nick to apologize for scaring you. but instead of an apology, you hear matt say "i'm not nick either. sorry."

you huff out a scoff and turn to the last remaining direction where nick could be. this time you were finally glaring at the correct triplet.

you hear matt laugh from beside you and your stomach twists into a knot.

since you can't see, the rest of your senses have been heightened — meaning you're hyperaware of the sound of your boyfriend's laugh. everything in you is tempted to kiss and hold him and tell him how much you love him.

but. you. cant.

"as i was saying," nick continues, "matt set out all the ingredients before we started recording. so, everything is on the counter in front of you, y/n."

you nod in response, happily beginning your task. the first portion of the video is calm and kind of relaxing. you listen to the triplets' commands as you grab and pour random things into random bowls. honestly, you've lost track of what step you're on. it feels like you're just going through the movements of baking cookies rather than actually cooking a meal.

chris and nick have no problem with holding your hands or wrists to point you in the right direction. but matt? he hasn't touched you at all. he still talks to you and helps out when it's needed, but you both know better than to touch.

due to matt's intense clinginess, it's safest to stay apart. if not, nick will end up cutting out a large portion of the video where matt has to be pried off of you (it's happened before).

"now, you need to put the cookie tray in the oven." nick tells you. from the sound of his voice, you can tell that he's reading instructions off the back of the cookie box. you hear him set the box on the counter before he continues. "while you do that, i'll put the dirty dishes in the sink; chris will clean the counters so you can decorate the cookies when they're done; and matt can make sure you don't catch the house on fire."

"alright." you agree with the plan. you reach forward to grab the tray of cookies. you pat thepalm of your hands on the countertop, trying to find the metal board. but you can't find it. "what the fuck?" you mutter, knowing it was just right here.

"right here," matt's voice murmers against the shell of your ear. he reaches over you, his chest pressed against your back. you hear the cookies slide agianst the counter before you feel the cool material of the tray touch your hands.

you clear your throat awkwardly, trying not to think about him too much. "thanks."

"mhm," he hums. as he stands up straight, the warmth of his chest leaves your back and you're left feeling cold and empty without his presence.

you mimick his actions by standing up straight. you then carry the tray in your hands as you walk around the island to where you know the stove is. you're about to set the tray down to open the oven, but you hear someone come up behind you. matt tells you to just hold still and he'll open it for you.

you do as he says and wait for him to open the oven door. when you hear it unlatch, you reach down to slide the tray onto the rack.

apparently, you miscalculated the distance between you and the oven. because just as you were going to set the tray down, you felt a sharp pain in the knuckles of your pinky finger.

"fuck!" you shout in pained breath before dropping the tray to the ground.

"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?" matt rushes out a string of questions, immediately taking your hand into his. he twists and turns it, examining the injury.

"yeah, i'm fine." you tell him. "i shouldn't have dropped the tray like that, it was kinda dramatic."

you hear him sigh, "what did i tell you? it's okay to ask for help."

"i didn't think i needed it." you tell him, dropping your voice to a whisper as you tell him your next concern. "plus, you might wanna get away from me. we're still filming."

"fuck the video, y/n." he says, pulling you into a hug. he holds you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "you mean way more to me than a bit of speculation."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518

[tsumtsumrry]

Hii love your writing so much. Do you have the subrry one from your old account? The link on there doesn't work anymore :(. I think it was called "oh my days" or something like that?

hi hi thank u so so so much ily. and yes i do have it! here's part 1 and 2 🤍🤍🤍

part 1:

"Truth or dare? You guys are children." you snort out a laugh as you sip from your bottle of beer, relishing in the way the cool liquid slides down your throat.

"C'mon it'll be fun. We've finished all our work and we have nothing better to do." Tyler, another co-worker says, twisting a pen in his hands with a way too excited look on his face.

"Fine. Okay, Tyler. Truth or dare." You say, your eyebrows raised at him in a challenge.

Harry's frozen, staring at you in longing. He loves that hint of mischief in your eyes, he hopes no one can tell how hard he's staring or how turned on he knows he's about to be.

Harry's sure he's in love with you. You've been working together for so long and it’s hard not to fall for you when you spend that much time together. He loves your sense of humor and your assertiveness. He loves the way you can take charge and look so classy while he does it. He just absolutely adores you. 

“Truth.” Tyler finally decides. 

At this you smirk, “is it true that this is completely stupid?” you let out a laugh and so does everyone else while Tyler just rolls his eyes at you. 

“Fine if you don’t want to participate, I’ll ask someone else.” he swivels around his chair, looking around at all your co-workers, trying to decide who he wants to torture next. 

“Ah, Harry,” he decides and you can visibly see poor Harry suck in a scared breath. 

“Uhm...sure.” he says quietly, running his index finger under his nose twice. A habit you’ve picked up on. “Truth” 

“When’s the last time you’ve had sex and the position or role. Go!” Tyler says quickly and Harry’s jaw drops in bewilderment. 

His face twists up and he opens his mouth to speak, “Do I really have to answer that?” He cracks his knuckles nervously and you fight the urge to pout in sympathy for him. 

“Yeah dude, S’truth or dare. We’re all adults.” Tyler says like it’s obvious. 

“Okay uhm...okay. Like a month ago and she was erm...she was on top.” You can see his face flush with embarrassment when he says it. 

Your eyebrows raise at him and the same time the entire office erupts in hoots and cheers. They’ve obviously had too much too drink. 

“Wait wait wait,” Tyler interupts, “on top like how?” 

“She was on top. Dunno how else to sa―” 

“Like was she...in control?” He probes and it seems like Harry sinks lower into his seat. 

“Yes.” he barely mumbles. 

“Oh my days! I would’ve never guessed.” Tyler snickers, not in a mocking way, just genuinely surprised. Like he said, you guys are all mature adults. 

After truth or dare, you see Harry packing up his stuff, you try to fight off the urge to go up to him, but you fail. And before you know it, you’re walking over to him in quick strides. 

“Hi, Harry.” you say calmly, a complete contrast to the nerves you’re currently feeling. 

“O―oh. Hi. Sorry are you waiting for―let me get out of your way.” he rambles quickly and when you chuckle he stops in his tracks. 

“No, Harry. I came here to talk to you.” 

He swears if you say his name like that one more fucking time he’s going to come in his pants. 

It’s the way you’re talking to him, in that cooing “soft-dom” tone. Surely you know what you’re doing. 

“Is it okay if I ask you about what you said during truth or dare earlier?” You ask and he nods quickly.  “Mkay.” and his heart stops when you smile. “You’re a bit...submissive aren’t you?” you ask. 

Harry has to close his eyes and take a deep breath of composure before he responds. You look down to his pants and your mouth parts when you see the beginning of an erection. 

“Mhm. Yeah.” he almost whimpers, looking at you with pretty doe eyes that you want to commit to memory forvever. 

“Should we test that out?” you whisper in his ear and he fucking shivers. 

“Please.” 

part 2:

You don't exactly remember every step it took to get here, but you're in your bed, Harry laying on top of it, begging for your touch.

"Fuck. Please touch me, please. I'll do anything." you can hear the strain in his voice

“You want me to touch you, Harry?” you whisper, watching as he squirms a bit more. He just wants the friction so bad, he needs to feel your touch. He’s sure he’ll go insane without it. 

“You’re so adorable.” you say, leaning down to let your index finger toy with his tip. He inhales sharply and bucks his hips up, begging for more, he’s whispering “please” over and over under his breath accompanied by sobbed out whimpers. 

He’s reeling, because he’s dreamed about this for so long. As much as he was in love with your personality and you as a person, he was also infatuated with the thought of how you could make him feel. There were so many nights that he fucked his fist to the thought of you making him feel so good he lost all sense of reality. 

“You’re teasing, you’re teasing and I can’t―can’t take it. Please.” 

“Can’t take it?” you taunt and he fervently shakes his head no, his mouth dropped open to let out pained pants, “you’re gonna have to. Take it, baby. I know you can.” 

“Need you.” he whimpers but it sounds more like he’s crying and you pout sympathetically at him. 

“Poor baby.” you take pity on him and swing your legs around his waist, straddling him. 

You lower yourself down, gasping when your bare core makes contact with his cock. His sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes practically roll into the back of his head put a satisfied smile on your face. 

“Oh my god...please.” his words slur together now, “need more. I need more, please give it to me, I need it.” he whines, his hips thrusting up unevenly, tyring to get as much friction as he can. 

He’s so desperate is the thing, he’d do anything to just be inside you, have your warm walls wrapped around him as you take everything he has. It’s all he can think about and the way you’re just sitting on his cock isn’t helping to quench the thirst at all. 

“Please?” a single tear drops from his eye now, his lips jutted out in the cutest fucking pout you’ve ever seen. 

You’re teasing yourself just as much as you’re teasing him, you want him inside you so bad. He’s so big and you have a feeling his knows how to use his cock just right. You won’t lie and say you haven’t imagined it before. 

You take ahold of his cock and he lets out a relieved moan. When you position him so he can slide right in, his chest starts to heave, he’s just so ready for you. 

Then you finally sink down onto him, and it’s unlike everything you’ve ever felt before. 

He moans loudly before the rambles start, “thank you thank you. Oh my god, thank you. You feel so fuckin’ good. S’never felt this good.” He tries to thrust up into you but you push down his hips. He whines but you shush him. It’s like he didn’t hear you because he starts to beg anyways. 

“Let me, let me. Please let me. Can’t take anymore.” another tear falls from his eyes and some sadistic part of you loves it so much, “you’re bein’ mean. So mean.” 

“Shhh, baby. S’okay. Let me ride you.” you whisper and he whimpers and nods agaisnt the mattress. 

You start with soft grinds, watching as his mouth drops open and his eyes flutter closed in relief, “oh...thank you.” he barely whispers. 

“Such a good boy for me. Took everything I gave you so well.” you practically moan out. 

“Mmm. Yeah. M’your―your g-good boy. Jus’ wanna be good. Always...always good.” he whimpers, his words starting to be difficult to get out. This is exactly how you want him. A wreck for you. 

He feels so good inside you, hitting all the right spots and you are turned on beyond comprehension. You’ve never felt anything that feels as right as this does. His little whines and whimpers are making you so wet, the pure ecstasy on his face and the way his mouth is dropped into a cute “o”. He’s so fucking erotic and you’re not sure if he even knows. 

It’s when you start to bounce a little harder that he really loses it, his eyes fight to stay open and the preassure at the bottom of his belly is honestly becoming to much to bare. He grabs your hips with such a tight grip that you’re sure it’ll bruise tomorrow. 

He thinks he’s close but he honestly has no idea how to distinguish the feeling from everything else, you’re just making him feel too good for him to think. 

“Baby I’m...think m’gonna. Please. Please can I?” he mumbles out incoherently, looking up at you with doe, glassy eyes. 

“Can you what, love? Use your words for me.” 

“Wanna cum. Inside you. Gonna cum inside you. Let me?” his whimpers are becoming more frequent and raising in volume, he’s so close and he just wants to come for you. 

“Cum inside me, pretty boy.” you whisper in his ear and that’s all it takes for him to break. 

“Fuck. Fuck fuck. M’so close. Need’a cum. Need―oh please.” he rambles, desperately chasing his release. You allow him to buck his hips up into you, and you coo at him. 

“Yes, baby. Cum for me.” 

He starts to whimper, “m’a good boy.” over and over under his breath and you practically melt on top of him at how adorable he is. It’s one more buck of his hips before you feel him start to unload inside of you. You moan along with him, loving the feeling of him filling you up. 

“Such a good boy.” you moan. 

When he finally comes down, you brush his hair out of his face, wait for his eye contact, then you start to bounce on top of him again, chasing your own orgasm.  “M’all...all done. Please. S’too much fuck.” he whimpers. 

“Mm...don’t think so” you smile as you completely overstimulate him, “you’re gonna make me cum, baby. Get to work.” 

[milksnake-tea]

heyy bbg its me, your 🌺 again hihi

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing about the ask prompts 2, 6 and 10 for Yaoshi? 🥹 I'm honestly still a simp for them and Honkai is releasing way too less stuff about them I could scream 😭

During the next survey im gonna beg them to let us be kissed by them again for real. By the way, thank you so much in advance, you know I always eat up your aeon content it's so nice.

(If I misunderstood the prompts and you won't do it please ignore this ask and spare me the cringe I would potentially feel HAHA)

- 🌺

POINTS. I GOTCHU BBG I NEED TO GET BACK INTO MY AEON LOVER PHASE ALSO UR FINE BBG U DID IT RIGHT ILY

2. What do you think their love language is?

Definitely acts of service or gifts. As much as I love my physically affectionate Yaoshi, I see them as someone to just shower you in gifts and love. And let me tell you - those gifts have range. You could get either the most beautiful bouquet (or garden/planet because let's be real, Yaoshi wouldn't settle for just a bouquet) made up of the finest specimen from across the universe, or you could open your door to the freakiest chimera that looks like it was one of God's deleted drafts. With acts of service, Yaoshi doesn't want you to be sad !!! No negative feelings are allowed, only happiness and joy for their loved one <33 So they'll take care of anything that bothers you to make sure that your eternal life is nothing short of paradise.

6. What do you think Yaoshi is like in love?

They're actually insufferable BYE I just know they're musing about every little detail about you to anyone who would listen. Their Emanators and Denizens have never seen you, and yet they know everything about you. Basically, they turn into a less loud, yet somehow even more poetic version of Argenti. You'd slowly notice the effects of their blessings around you as you go on with your life: Flowers and vegetation bloom wherever you go, your injuries heal so fast that you could've convinced yourself they didn't exist, and sickness no longer finds you. Gradually, your world turns into a paradise, and when you inevitably meet the Aeon responsible for it all, they welcome you with open arms.

10. How good at cuddling is Yaoshi?

THEY'RE BOTH SO GOOD AND SO BAD AT IT AT THE SAME TIME ITS LOWKEY IMPRESSIVE. Yaoshi has wayyy too many arms for their own good, but that just means they have all the more to hug you with !! The only problem is that. Well. Those arms have nails. And said nails are sharped to an unreasonable degree, and sometimes Yaoshi forgets about them and they'll accidentally scratch you when they're trying to pet you. But they're warm and make quite the pillow if you just ignore that part, and they'll hum you a little song while they hold you <33 or just talk to you about the mortals that've caught their eye, or what their followers have gotten up to. Yaoshi has a beautiful voice, by the way, gentle yet rich and leaning on the deeper side, and just listening to them is enough to lull you to sleep.

2k follower event if you want to participate !!!

[explorevenus]

How about 🎆 for the Yandere!Leon Ask Game? 👀 Also congrats on the 1k you deserve it!!!!!!!!!!!! Your work is so good. 💜💜

NEXYS THANK U I LOVE U SO VERY VERY MUCH AAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

i hope this is good, ily ;w;

context for those of u who are just joining us-- this is part of an emoji ask game where i write a yandere!leon blurb based on emojis in celebration of 1k followers !! requests for this game are closed now, although my ask box is always open for yandere!leon brainrot rambles <33 love y'all and thanks for participating!! i will be slowly working through the rest of the emojis already in my ask box <3

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem!reader, reader is in captivity, leon is delusional, other than that nothing !!

blurb below the cut <33

It was New Year's, ten minutes to midnight.

While your friends and family were no doubt gathering for parties, drinking champagne and counting down the minutes until they could share a kiss with their lovers into the New Year, you were at Leon's, still in captivity, still not allowed to go outside.

You sighed deeply, thinking of the plans you'd made with your friends months ago, long before Leon had taken you in. You were all going to gather together at one of your friend's apartments, share a bottle of champagne, play games, and go into the New Year as a tighter group. You wondered if they were hanging out without you right now. You wondered if your absence was killing the vibe.

"What're you thinking about, princess?" Leon asked from behind you, running his fingers through your hair.

"It's New Year's," You spoke softly, staring blankly at the wall. "I was supposed to be with my friends today."

He hummed softly, leaning forward to kiss your neck sweetly. "I'm sorry, princess. That's a bummer, huh?"

You nodded. It was almost laughable how indifferent he was to your feelings sometimes.

"It's a good thing you have me then," He continued, lips ghosting along your warm skin. "We can go outside, watch the fireworks, share a kiss at midnight… How does that sound, pup?"

Despite your internal struggle, it did sound kind of nice. Normal. Something you really needed right now, a reminder of what it felt like to be normal. You turned over your shoulder to look at him. "Okay… sure. I-I'd like that."

He softly kissed the top of your head, humming contently. "Good. Put on a jacket, princess, it's cold outside," He said, and while his words sounded like a suggestion, his tone sounded like a command.

You nodded blankly, reaching for the first jacket you could find in the closet before taking his hand, letting him lead you out of the room and to the backyard. It was pretty cold outside, he wasn't wrong about that-- the biting December air felt good, sobering on your skin. Still, you subconsciously huddled to his side for warmth.

"What's your resolution?" He asked, voice cutting through the silence.

"Huh?" You tilted your head, a little caught of guard by his question.

"Your New Year's resolution, sweetheart," He repeated somewhat condescendingly. "Do you have one?"

Admittedly, you hadn't put much thought into it. Obviously your energy was better spent elsewhere as of late. You hummed in thought for a moment before coming up with an answer you thought would please him. "I don't know… I guess I'd like to take better care of myself this year… What about you?"

Leon smiled, planting a kiss to the top of your head. "To take better care of you," He answered honestly. "My pretty little princess… I just want to take better care of you."

You could hardly begin to imagine what he meant by that. It wasn't always clear to tell what he considered 'good care.' Still, it was a sweet response. You gave him a weak smile, turning to look up at the sky. Any minute fireworks would undoubtedly begin popping off around the city.

Leon kept one hand on the small of your back as he checked his watch. It was 11:59 p.m. He gently turned you to him, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he gazed into your eyes. You were so pretty, so sweet, and you were all his. What he hadn't told you was he had a second resolution-- to keep you all to himself, to properly train you to be his perfect little dolly. He could almost taste it.

His watch beeped as the clock ticked up to the hour, and almost immediately, an array of distant fireworks began popping and glittering across the sky. Leon guided his face down to yours, whispering lowly, "Happy New Year, princess," before connecting his lips to yours.

[4am-enha]

i loved ur enha finding u crying story and was wondering if u could do one w jungwon comforting/cheering on their s/o while practicing hard/during their taekwondo match! i do taekwondo and jungwon is my bias and i may or may not always bring his pc to competitions as a sense of comfort. but tyy :)

A Kick in the Heart.

pairing: (gn) taekwondo student reader x s/o taekwondo partner jungwon

genre: fluff fluff fluff fluff

wc: ≈ 2k

description/tags: yang jungwon from enhypen, basically the ask above sums it up, comfort, support, frustration, “my love/dear” used, hand holding, hug, relationship, happy crying.

note: ello! thank you so much for requesting this, it’s such a cute idea (i’m also jungwon biased) and i honestly needed the motivation to write something on here. full disclaimer, i don’t really know anything about taekwondo because i have only done ju jitsu, so it might not be very accurate but i tried anyway ㅠㅠ. ily, you’re super cool and i hope you enjoy <3

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The ache in your legs only began to hurt more and you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the old smell from the mats your now shaky legs stood upon. You had been practicing restlessly for hours alone in the dojang this evening, pushing yourself past your limits, all in preparation for a huge competition coming up sooner than you would have liked it to be. The nerves and pre-comp anxiety you felt only pushed you to train harder, practice more. You had to be prepared and ready for this and you wouldn’t go down easy. What pushed you even harder was your taekwondo partner, who also happened to be your sweet and loving s/o, Yang Jungwon.

Maybe it was corny, but you took pride in impressing him. You desperately wanted to avoid being humiliated in front of him, even if he was the type of person to think you’re amazing no matter what. You had met him when you first joined taekwondo, and were partnered up with him for your first few classes. He had been doing taekwondo for a few years now, and was really, and I mean really good at it, so it was an honor to be the one to work with him back then. He was always the instructor's example for the other students and everyone looked up to him,

Especially you.

He was basically your idol in some sort of way, and you were determined to get to know him. Luckily, he was just as willing to learn about you and you soon became inseparable, spending every day together in and out of the dojang. You had this specific picture of him that you loved so much and you would always carry it around with you, which you would always look at for comfort before any big event or a match. Of course, he had one of you too. He called it his ‘good luck charm’ and whenever you couldn’t be where he was, he would bring the picture like you were there with him.

Usually you would always practice together but you had been insisting on practicing solo for this upcoming competition, even though he was also participating in the competition just in a different section. You didn’t tell him that you had been consistently almost living in the dojang when nobody else was using it for the past few weeks. In fact, Jungwon had started to get insanely worried about you because you just kept canceling on plans and missing out on everything. At first, he thought you might’ve been mad at him and maybe you were giving him the silent treatment- but you didn’t seem mad at all, and you weren’t necessarily ignoring him all-day-everyday either.

As he passed the simple yet so significant building where you would usually train alongside each other, today he noticed a light on where it shouldn’t have been. Only then it occurred to him exactly where you had been disappearing to. If there was anywhere you’d be before a competition, it was the dojang. He felt a little betrayed that you weren’t practicing with him though, and began to worry you might have found a new favorite training partner.

As he approached the entrance of the room, he could hear the smacks of your hits, exhausted breaths, and yells of frustration followed by a light thud. His eyes were both blessed and cursed with the sight of you as he entered. There you were, so beautiful, but so burnt out and sore. You had obviously taken a minute to catch your breath and you were laying on your back staring into the awfully bright ceiling completely lost in thought. He sighed and approached you quietly, quiet enough that you still hadn’t noticed him until he positioned and laid himself next to you.

You briefly turned your head to look at him and then looked back up at the ceiling and stayed silent. You knew he was about to nag the heck out of you for this, but you were just too tired and annoyed to even try fighting it or defend yourself. Jungwon laid there and stared at the ceiling as well, but he wasn’t silent for long.

“Why alone?” he uttered.

You shrugged in response, not sure how to answer yet and still a little surprised to see him unintentionally here right now.

“You really want to do well?” he questioned you rhetorically.

“Why is that even a question, you know I do,” you grumbled.

“Then don’t you want a companion?”

“You don’t need to train, you’re gonna win without any practice, you always do. I mean your name literally has ‘won’ in it,” you regarded with a smart tone.

“Who says you aren’t going to do just the same? You’re probably better than me-” he was cut off by the facial expression plastered on your face when you turned your head to meet his eyes. Your eyebrows were raised at him in a way of saying “be serious”.

“Okay at least let me help you a bit,” he sat up and took your arm to draw circles on it with his finger, “I don’t want you to seriously hurt yourself,” he pouted slightly.

You didn’t plan on it, but you ended up agreeing to let him train with you for a few hours. He was too precious to reject, and that cheesy plea on his face was too convincing. He got changed and returned quickly to begin practice with you.

About an hour in, you hit the ground pretty hard and screamed. Jungwon rushed to you in horror that he might’ve really injured you. But it wasn’t a scream of pain, it was an infuriated scream of failure and exhaustion. Jungwon understood.

“It’s okay, you’re gonna knock it out of the park,” Jungwon took your hand into his own, “I believe in you. You’re such a hard worker, and your determination is unmatched love. That’s why I love you so much, you know that.”

“I’m just afraid I’m not reaching my full potential. What if I don’t do good enough?” You began to fret frantically, doubting yourself left and right.

Jungwon turned your head to look at him and he simply smiled, dimples on full display. He tucked away a stray hair strand in your face and grabbed the little flannel from beside him, dabbing it on your forehead gently, “there is no ‘if’ when it comes to you. You can and will do your best, and at the end of the day you’re always the winner of my heart.”

“That’s so cringey,” you squirmed.

“You make me like that,” he patted your head softly and reached out to pull you up on your feet again, “let’s go get a treat, you deserve it.”

“The building is still open for another hour though-” you began.

“It’s enough practice my dear, you’re going to be swollen and too sore to participate on the day otherwise. Then all that hard work you put in will go to waste,” he tried to convince you.

You nodded and began to tidy up the space, “you're paying though, I left my money at home.”

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The big day had arrived and the knots in your stomach and slight tremble proved it. You were up next, and Jungwon wasn’t there beside you. He was off doing his own match elsewhere. You wished you could’ve watched him, but you had your match at the same time as his and you knew he would win it anyway. He was a taekwondo genius after all.

You sneaked a glance at the picture of him you had and smiled. “I’ll win it for us,” you thought to yourself.

“You’re on now,” the person beside you guided you.

【☆】★【☆】

Just as you had predicted, Jungwon was currently winning his match, but it was getting a bit too close for comfort for him. His rival was actually a challenge and Jungwon almost slipped up a few times.

The thought of you was taking over his mind, which is probably why he wasn’t as focused as he usually was today. It was risky, but he couldn’t erase the thought of you right now. The immense guilt he felt that he couldn’t be there with you right now was suffocating. You had trained until you literally dropped and he was missing it. All he wanted was to be holding you right now and he was so concerned for your health and safety. If someone hurt you, he swears he would go after them.

The thought of you motivated him and he began to pick up his pace again to get this match over and done with. Quickly, Jungwon won the match and cheers were heard from all around the space, but he didn’t celebrate. Not at all. Jungwon rushed off the area and ran like lightning towards where your match was. He pushed through people and almost fell over a few times until he reached the sight of you.

You were losing the lead of your match, but still working hard to win.

Until you heard it.

The enthusiastic cheer from a familiar voice of someone you absolutely adored.

“THATS MY Y/N!”

You caught a glimpse of him to confirm it; Jungwon had basically become something like the flash to support you in your match. He was jumping up and down, yelling your name like an obsessive American soccer mom. It made you giggle to yourself, and almost distracted you.

“FOCUS” is all you could hear from Jungwon now, he was like a coach.

But maybe that’s all you needed. Just, Jungwon.

Because you won your match, even after coming dangerously close to losing. You couldn’t believe it and you stood paralyzed in shock. This win was huge for you because this was a really important and popular competition. Taekwondo students from all around the country had come together for it.

When it was okay to, Jungwon darted over to you and captured you into a tight hug, spinning you around a little, “YOU DID GREAT!”

You had missed his warmth and embrace so badly, and you were so surprised to see him before the end of your match- that you had just won- that you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Why are you crying my love?” He hugged you tighter.

“You’re drenched in sweat, that’s so gross” you joked.

“Oh I’m so sorry I just-“ Jungwon didn’t get the memo that it was just a joke.

“They’re happy tears,” you interrupted him and cried out, letting them finally fall from your eyes. You tightened your grasp on him, heart full of love. When suddenly, you heard Jungwon begin to sniffle too.

“Wait, why are YOU crying?” You looked at him, the skin around his eyes starting to glow a light red as he wiped your own tears with his thumbs.

“Happy tears, because I’m so proud of you. You’re such an amazing person, and you’re all mine.”

No award could amount to the achievement he felt being able to call you his.

… end …

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an: ty for reading! lmk what you guys thought, all notes are appreciated and feedback is encouraged!! i’m sorry if there’s a lot of mistakes- i can’t see what i’m typing very well because of the tumblr bug rn where the text is barely visible ugh. have a great day loves~ ENHA COMEBACK OTW HEHEHEHAR.

[deathofacupid]

midnight sugar | peter parker

tw: none. mentions of sex? dirty jokes? tony? there's a bit angst... if you squint. mostly fluff, because i need this for my mental health- (668 words)

summary: you can't sleep, so it's only right to pull peter into this. at least you've made a memory you'll never forget.

you rolled around in your bed, now finding comfort with your head dangling off the end of the bed, hair flopping around. insomnia was getting the best of you, and there was nothing to be done. you knew peter was at the avenger's tower, and the urge to pull him into this mess was irresistible.

so you did what any girlfriend would do.

y/n

hey petey

y/n

peterman

y/n

are you sleeping

y/n

well now that i've texted you i know ur awake

y/n

and that's ur fault for having the world's loudest ringtone

y/n

meet me in the tower kitchen

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

oml y/n ily but wth r u dpoing at 3 in thw moning

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

i also lobe u ans evry part of u but i dnt feel uo to habing sex in the kithcen at 3 in he morning

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

y/nnnn

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

where teh hell u go

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

fck fine im cumming

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

shit i ment comig

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

coming

love-bug boo-boo bear mc-muffin

do u expect me to b abl to tyep at 3:32

he huffed quietly and tossed his phone onto the dresser. normally he'd be at home with aunt may, but he had a late shift and just decided to stay here, too lazy to make the swing back. peter stumbled out of the room, into the elevator, and onto the 7th floor. he tried not to wince too bad as he walked in the kitchen that conveniently had all the lights on.

"y/n?" he asked in a raspy voice, one the you obviously found attractive.

"babes!"

"angel," he murmured, leaning against the counter, "what on earth are you doing?"

peter woke up a bit more when he saw your beautiful figure, coated in... flour? there was some in your hair and on your nose. you were wearing nothing but one of his sweatshirts, and no shorts, at least none that he could see.

not that he was looking or anything.

"baking! i was thinking, like, cake," you grinned, still stirring the batter.

"i- okay," he shrugged, remembering it was best not to question these things. peter figured you were having one of those nights, and the best thing he could do was to be there for you, even if it meant participating in these antics. he made his way over to his love, snaking his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your neck.

"mmm... you smell good, pretty girl."

"thank you, pretty boy. now help me! chocolate or vanilla?"

"chocolate, duh."

"i figured."

he pulled away, but didn't leave the embrace, "if you knew, why'd you ask?" he snorted.

"courtesy. also, i need more milk."

"what do we say when we want something?" peter teased.

"please let me have the white liquid, you kinky bastard."

he groaned loudly, and begrudgingly went to retrieve the item. "you're so dirty, y/nnnn."

"don't act as if you aren't horny 90% of the time."

"hey- i-... that's not true!" he spluttered out.

"uh-huh."

the two of you spent the rest of the night giggling and making messes, enjoying a semi-burnt chocolate cake. it was nothing but wholesome when the avengers walked into a doughy mess, and you two curled up in each other, snoring quietly with plates and spoons on the side.

"as long as parker wasn't fucking my daughter, i don't care. cute, though," tony snickered.

[doppiomacchiato]

tagged by @niurd-main thank u ily 🩷🩷🩷

im tagging @richarlotte @ladyparamount @runglow @sunflowerrosy anyone else who wants to participate 🩷

[plumsilk]

tagged by @crittercnt for my lockscreen, & last film, photo, and song. thank u ily, this was cute.

tagging @squidcum, @toxictranny, anyone who wants to participate! <3

[marsosims]

Hello! I've been super busy finishing up requirements for school... Today's the last day for the submission of requirements and I've been rushing to do them and submit on time, but I've been struck with a bout of procrastination, and I thought I'd participate in simblr appreciation day!

(under the cut because it's surprisingly long [that's what she said...])

I don't really have any particular people in mind but that's mostly because I cannot remember every single person and I would feel bad about forgetting anybody,,, ANYWAY! here's some appreciation to:

The people who make CC and mods - y'all make this game bearable and I genuinely cannot live without them so I am very much thankful to all of u ily all (except the permawallers)

The people who make those CC and mods POSSIBLE - the people over at s4s and all the other tools like s4castools, as well as the tutorials they've made over the years have been INVALUABLE to the community and I just wanted to recognize them and say thank you <3

The people who reblog CC and mods - I feel as a creator, I've always been very appreciative of people who reblog my content because it genuinely helps me out to have my content spread to a wider audience. On the flipside, as a consumer, I'm also very appreciative of these people because I LOVEE discovering new creators that I've never known before who make literally the best items out there and AAA i'm just so happy

The people who download and play with said CC and mods and create the most beautiful sims, stories, and builds with them - as a creator, I honestly feel very giddy whenever I see people use my cc or even my mods. I know I don't generally reblog (because I usually forget) but I genuinely appreciate all of you! Thank you so much! All of the sims and builds I've seen with my CC have been incredible and have been truly inspiring <3 The stories and edits that I see on my dashboard (or when I stalk people on my activity dashboard IM SORRY) are honestly amazing and I LOVE to see it!

Of course, the people who play vanilla! - whatever type of gameplay you make, whether it's vanilla or with a shit ton of CC and mods, I love to see it! It's so refreshing to see how differently people use the same game to create such a diverse community! Vanila players, however, I have SOO much respect for. You guys are the strongest soldiers out there. I am weak to the temptation of custom content. Always have been.

The people who made this a thing! - this has honestly been one of the best things I've seen on simblr in a while, all the negativity and drama have made me a little less keen on being here a few months ago, but I've slowly come back and I'm genuinely so happy to see something like this happen :D

My patrons - honestly couldn't really end this appreciation post without saying a thank you to my patrons. Seriously, thank you :D You don't know how much your donations mean to me and my getting through college. The extra funds from your donations have allowed me to be generally independent in terms of funding myself and my activities. Seriously.

Anyway, this has been a super long post and I'm actually kind of embarrassed to post it because it feels like a long diary because I've been rambling about stupid stuff that I should have probably kept to myself but uhh yeah!!!!

Hope you guys have a happy holiday season!!! Expect more things from me, at least until the end of this year! I've been working on some stuff! Probably not exciting, but it's stuff!