#tysm bae !!!

[valyrra]

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[cwpiqwons-archive]

ur gay 🥰🤞

I am a homo 🥰🤞

[merlucide]

I cannot wait for the fandom to come back 🤩

“She did what?!” Sakusa’s eyes widen minutely, his hands stilling their massaging of your calf. “I- and you- you just- you just let her?!” He sounds incredulous.

“What was I supposed to do Omi! Fight her in the fucking parking lot?” you frown, nudging his hand with your shin until he resumes his massage.

“What do you me- yes! Yes! Knock her ass out, baby, that’s what you should have done!”

You blink at him, astonished at how genuinely upset he seems. “I could’ve ended up in a cell Kiyoomi,” you point out, calmly.

“And I would have happily bailed you out,” he sounds exasperated and that makes his reaction even more concerning.

You’re not sure what to reply to something like that. Mostly because you’ve never seen Kiyoomi so…incensed. You lock eyes for a brief moment, as you carefully bring your spoon to your lips and suck the ice cream off.

Sakusa scowls at you. “This is why I always go shopping with you. Trouble only ever finds you when you’re alone.”

You frown. “That’s mean Omi.”

“It’s true,” he vetoes. “If I were around it would have never happened.”

“I think it was an accident,” you pout, determined to give the woman the benefit of the doubt.

Sakusa cocks his head at you. “You think this woman accidentally ran into your cart with her car after you beat her to getting the last tub of cookie dough ice cream?”

You open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it.

“Nevermind,” he sighs defeatedly. “It doesn’t matter it’s in the past.”

“Uhm- I- we- we’ll have to cover the damage to her car…” you trail off when Sakusa turns to you slowly, his eyebrows furrowed menacingly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I mean- she- the cart-“

“She ran into you! Fucking Christ,” Sakusa stands, throwing his hands into the air dramatically. “Let me guess, you apologized.”

You look away.

“Oh, come on!”

“I don’t like the way you’re acting right now,” you sniff, sullenly stuffing a spoon of ice cream into your mouth.

“Baby,” he takes a steadying breath. “Sweetheart, light of my fucking life,” he stresses, fists planted on his hips. “You have to see that this was not your fault!”

“But my cart—”

“Was the only thing protecting you from getting hit by a fucking car!”

You blanch, finally understanding why he’s so angry. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh?”

Sakusa’s left eye twitches.

“I didn’t think of that.”

His eyes slip shut. “Of course not,” he chuckles dryly. “Of course you didn’t think about what would happen if that cart wasn’t there. Of course.”

“Omi—”

“You are never going shopping without me again.”

“Kiyoomi–”

“Don’t argue with me about this. You will not win.”

“But—”

“Never again.”

[tubattutu]

Omg, I've been obsessed with Gyu's Adam's apple like ahh!! 😭 Can you write one where reader lovesss Gyu's Adam's apple especially when it's full on display and loves fidgeting with it? Please this is really weird 😭😭

i don’t think it’s weird at all 😭 but ofc i can !

a/n: so sorry if this is really short, i honestly just don’t have a bunch of energy to write a lot ! enjoy <3

also tell me why one of my fav writers on this app just followed me back what😭

one of the many things that was your favourite about beomgyu, was his adams apple. you even sometimes found yourself looking at it and fidgeting with it and watching how it moved when he talked or swallowed. to you, it just made him look even more prettier.

so, as you two were sitting on your couch in your apartment, watching tv together and lying in eachothers arms, you found yourself gently feeling and fidgeting with his adams apple.

beomgyu, who was focused on the movie, didn’t really notice at first until he started to realize he felt something on his neck. he glanced down, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at seeing you playing with his adams apple. ‘what’re you doing?’ he chuckled, amused at your actions. blushing from embarrassment, you glance up at his cute face before returning your gaze back to his adams apple, which moved as he spoke. ‘nothin’..’ you murmur, softly touching the same spot on his neck.

‘you like my adams apple?’ he grins, stroking your soft hair. you slowly smile, blushing and hiding your face in his neck. he chuckles once more, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back.

‘cute.’

[y-unjins]

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sobbss tysm for 7k it means sm, idek what to say except I’m so grateful for the love and also the friends I’ve made on this app ily all sm :((

🍼 again, I won’t tag all my favs bc I’ll be here forever but here’s some cuties I love sm rn; @8unjin, @li-soo, @wonk1s, @wiotas, @yeritos

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[meidiary]

hi meiiii!!!!!

just wanted to see if youre doing okay 😅 hopefully youre not getting sick or stressed! giving you strength 💪😼

SUNNY BAE!!! I'M DOING GOOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING HIHI 🤧 I'm still contemplating for which fandom I want to write first 😭 are we feeling some one piece headcanons or wbk hcs?? 😣😣 CHOICES, OMG.

but how are you doing hun? I hope you're enjoying your weekend 🤭🩷

ALSO LOOK AT THAT LITTLE KITTY OMG I CAN'T SO CUTEUEUE

[freshlyrage]

i’m so honored omg :33

javier peña

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⌕ personal favs

Running Like Water by @freshlyrage

Thoroughfare by @gothcsz

Lie To Me by skyreads

Late Night Texts by @jolalibrary

Foutain Sorrow by @loliwrites

Too Sweet by @honey-on-your-tongue

3 Sides of a Man by @milla-frenchy

You My Golden Hour by @kedsandtubesocks

Work For It by @l0ngschl0ngking

In My Room and Anytime by @jolalibrary

If I Could Hold You For a Minute @bluebeary-jay

Firsts by @honeyedmiller

Just Friends by @pedrospatch

Una Noche en Medellín by @luxurychristmaspudding

Under Your Skin by @pedgito

Sangria by @yxtkiwiyxt

[erwinsvow]

https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/748214233382191104/wait-guys-imagine-if-kook-trio-reader-and-rafe

YES YES YES YES YES

guys im gonna try to LOCK IN for like 20 minutes to write something a little longer about this. also im having such fun with the drabbles i dont wanna make anything in the longer fic YET pls dont hate me

[blackskorpi0n]

When you get this, list 3 facts about your favorite sim and send it to the last 3 people in your notifications! Let's get to know each other's sims! <3 (no pressure ILYSM MWAH!!)

3 facts about Nadia

Has purposely went to prison to kill a target, then escaped leaving the target dead in his cell 😁

Her signature weapon of choice is a customized, silenced Makarov pistol, expertly modified for precision and reliability

She has 2 pets, a pitbull and a black cat. Their names are Maxx and Hela

[magitekelite]

✦ @ragingfists :    there are many things sabin cannot do, many things he cannot accomplish—but that doesn't mean he cannot try. he isn't good with using his brain, but he had felt a burst of inspiration during a visit to his brother and it had given him reason to try. she had personally made him his birthday gift, so he wants to return the sentiment for hers. though, it's harder than it seems: a day spent in attempts of acquiring the right cloth of the right color, another day or two spent on actually putting it together. back when he still much younger and met with master duncan's wife from time to time, sabin helped her with some chores and errands, so it's no big ordeal for him to sew. the cloth is a red one with flowers embroidered on it; it resembles her red dress, so he couldn't help but pick it anyway. there was a great selection of beads and ornaments being sold, but he gravitated to a golden flower ornament that is reminiscent of terra: elegant with a gentle shine to it. since it's for her, he doesn't want it to look plain, so he spends time trying to sew on the flower in the middle of the bow that is made from the red, flowered cloth. on the day of, he is already handing it to her with a grin. ❛ happy birthday, terra! i know i'm not the best at makin' things, but i wanted to give in 100% for your big day since you did for me. it doesn't exactly look just like your old one, but here; it's a hair bow! now you can put your hair up again! ❜ a beat passes, then he hastily adds, ❛ not that you don't look nice with your hair down! but you've always worn it up, so i figured you prefer it that way…! ❜ he lifts up his right arm, showing her the ribbon she gave him tied around his wrist, and there is a familiar bear bracelet worn underneath it. he keeps all of her gifts. ❛ but anyway, it's kinda like we match with these, y'know? you don't have to wear it, but i hope you like it. ❜

the day of her own birth once held no particular meaning for one whose own creation 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .  a hatchling plucked from her nest and locked in gilded cage , how was such a delicate life to know of herself and the world around her , let alone the day to commemorate her existence .  on a day that seemed as ordinary as the others , a voice would pierce the invisible barrier and greet her , words long forgot yet lulling and sincere .  she had told ... him ... of that once , when he was less friendly and more friend , and that man who would eventually become so very 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 and 𝚂𝙰𝙳 and 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚈 —— knew what it meant at once .  he would neither answer her questions about the voice , and now that she thinks upon it , perhaps she stopped hearing what she would that fleeting comfort , but that was how the celebrating of her birthday began .  she had looked forward to the day , as he would make it so as if she had walked right into a fairy tale ; the excitement of plentiful gifts , the temporal reprieve from metal walls , and the attention of her favourite person .  then the fairy tale turns 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 , 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 , 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ... ... a birthday was something to dread , to fear .  the dream-turned-nightmare that would sooner see her choke .

it took time to 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽 what was lost , for wounds to 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻 , for herself to 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚆 .  her friends helped , her children perhaps more so .  she learned how humans normally treated each other on their special day and rediscovered the warm feelings that could be shared —— all of it had touched her heart .  though she oft preferred the role of gift-giver over the receiving of gifts , she did not mind when the day finally arrives , for much and many a memory from a world in war and ruin reminds her just how 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 .

such as the person who stands before her now : a dearest of life , indeed .  a light gasp escapes the former spellcaster as she marvels at the beautiful ribbon .  ❝ ... sabin !  this is for me ? ❞  truthfully , she has no expectations when it comes to the monk’s gifts , or really any of their other friends , really , when the mere offer to share their time with her is more than enough .  but sabin’s ... ... even terra can tell he had put 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 into his present .  a hand absentmindedly draws to her hair .  yes , as he mentioned , she had stopped tying her hair up .  the adornment had been a reminder of the past and the lingering shadow that haunted her steps , of battle after battle with peace scarcely in sight .  though that did not mean she dislikes putting her hair up — far from it as it was necessary from time to time — no , it was the choice , the 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 , that she graciously accepts .

then lilac irises catch her old ribbon , as well her birthday gift to him months ago , and there is a sensation she feels inside of her , 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼 and 𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 .  ❝ of course i like it !  i love it ... ! ❞  silly sabin .  how could she not ?  it is a gift from him .  𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒 .  awkwardly and eagerly , the girl turns around , smiling brightly as she motions to her hair .  ❝ thank you , sabin .  you’ll help me put it up , right ? ❞

[nemesyaaa]

FUCKING AGREE. I WANT SOME DELICIOUS FANFICTIONS. TYYSM FOR WALKING WITH ME, MWAH MWAH <333

nobody cares but dad!military!rafe x mom!housewife!reader. i need this so bad (moodboards and aesthetic only !)

PLEASE THIS AU LET A CHANCE TO EVERYTHING, SMUT, ANGST, BITTERNESS, LOVE AND FLUFF.

[y-vna]

OMG WE HIT 100 LIKES ALREADY SOMEHOW HOW OML ily all smmm wth!!!??!! 😘😍😍🥰

s/o to @i-jongsng for being the 100 like their lyts r so cute, and they always like my posts, mwaaaa 🫶🫶🫶

ALSO 50 FOLLOWERS WHENN?? (cmon I only need 11 people to follow grrrrs)

[valyrra]

HHHNNGGG For how hot that character is:

Ombra, Falkus, Raiden and Fujin :3

DAM

Ombra: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

C'mon. Ombra is the GOAT. The way you wrote her description is amazing. The broad shoulders, the jaw, the silvery eyes, hair!!!! Her design is a chef's kiss and She needs to be added to the MK rooster RN or I'm calling Saul

Falkus: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

Who's immune to Jeffrey. Dean. Morgan. 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

Raiden: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

The mk11 Raiden makes me wetter than Rain's magic. Especially the dark one. I need him

Fujin: Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD HAVE MERCY

Bro is majestic but not my type. He's acting a bit too feminine for my liking. ITS NOT BAD I'm just not into it. He's an amazing character but I get no reaction from thinking about him

[misschanadlerbong]

random song rec hi babieeee 💛

My honey, my love, thank you so much for this wonderful song rec!!! 🥰 I fucking loved this song

Like imagine me singing this to Dylan and him playing the guitar *ahhh so dreamy* T_T 💭👀😭

but Bae! Your music taste>>> 🫡

[cupcakeinat0r]

Miguel being healthy!!!!! Miguel being thick!!!Miguel calling me his good girl!!! Yippie!!!!!

Aggravating

Dad Bod!Miguel x Spider-Woman!Reader

TW/CW: Smut. Smut in general. NSFW, PIV sex, office sex, teeth, hints at venom useage, a bit of pining(?) feelings! Body hair! Soft tummy Miguel! Dom(ish)!Miguel, a bit of bullying

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame @cupcakeinat0r for this. I really needed the distraction and our conversation is helping me a bit getting the creative among other things juices flowing!

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You had been... less than covert about the way you ogled your boss. On one hand, your Spidey mask was useful for hiding your eyes and face away from somebody's view; on the other hand, Miguel just somehow knew you were staring at him.

And... yeah. At first you were crushing on him, a young, single fresh-faced Spidey welcomed into a bigger picture suddenly comes face to face with the body of a Greek god. He swooped in to save you from a variant of Kraven before he could make a possibly fatal swipe.

After that, he admitted that he'd had an eye on you, such a promising candidate who just needed the right amount of guidance.

(The fact he has that gorgeous jawline and cheekbones that could cut glass plus those jaw-dropping eyes of his certainly helped you make your decision too.)

But you had been too much of a wimp to ever fess up, instead settling for pining in silence, throwing the occasional stare his way at his perfectly globed ass. (Seriously, did he purposefully design his suit to accentuate his ass or what?)

But the plain, flat-out ogling didn't begin until he began to gain more weight. Realizing his stress didn't have to be solely on his own shoulders, Miguel began to relax. He began to eat more, sleep more. Or, well, as much as a normal person should be eating and sleeping. You surmised he was likely dehydrated a lot, too...

Because once he picked up a steady diet (of what you didn't know, maybe he was a secret chef in the kitchen in addition to having the multiverse's greatest brain?) he began to look... healthier.

He gained weight, his formerly slim and perfectly cut abs and waistline began to fatten out, gain a delicious softness you wished to just lay your head over, or perhaps snuggle and squeeze.

Peter B made a joke to Miguel about comparing "dad bods" and god, when Miguel indulged him (mostly just to get him to leave him alone) he used his tech to have the top half of his suit vanish in rainbowy spiderweb-like patterns until he was naked from the waist up.

And... fuck. Your legs went weak at the sight of him.

Dark wisps of hair across his chest, spreading down his soft, plush-looking midsection to disappear beneath the waistline of his pants.

Even with that soft belly, Miguel looked built like a shitbrick house. Peter B had pouted, knowing he'd lost his little game before sauntering away, bragging about something along the lines of "well at least I have the prettiest baby mama in the whole multiverse!". Good for him, you had thought.

But very quickly as your eyes greedily raked up his frame, you realized he had been staring right back at you.

You very quickly rattled off some excuse and dropped off your report on your most recent mission, yanked your mask back down your face and scurried out of there.

Though you'd be lying if you didn't immediately shove your hand down your pants once you got home, playing with yourself at the mere thought of being pressed up against Miguel's soft-yet-imposing frame; feeling his dick (oh you just knew he was packing a monster, down there) stuff you full and stretch you out, the coarse dark haira brushing your clit with every slam of his hips.

You went to sleep thinking this was merely some kind of office crush, trying to force down the thoughts you had of your boss.

Little did you know, he often stole his own glances at you.

He needed to find a way to solve your little problems, soon.

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"This is what you wanted, isn't it, princesa?" Miguel grunted, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass sinfully loud in his dark office.

Your body was perfectly illuminated by the dim orange lights on his monitors; every curve, dip and deliciously squeezable part of your jiggling ass as he fucked you.

The sounds your pussy made as you swallowed him deep were the most lewd you ever could have imagined yourself making, especially the little sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours.

Your suit has been torn right between your legs, freeing your soaked, swollen folds to his lascivious gaze before he had crammed two heavy fingers into your needy cunt.

Your tits squished against his desktop, and a whimper comes from you when he settles over you, the weight of his body pressing tighter down around you.

You could feel the soft flesh of his belly mold around your back, almost like a hug. Almost like how he had your head trapped in a headlock as he bullied his cock into you and stuffed you full of him.

Your brain was so set on your one-track focus of how good it felt to just have him fuck you, to use you, that you barely registered a word he said.

Having his warmth surround you and fill you had effectively rendered you dumb.

You choked slightly when you heard him hiss in your ear, his sharp fangs grazing the soft skin; he squeezed his arm a bit around your neck and that's what knocked you back into reality.

You were here. In his office, bent over and having your guts reorganized by a man you had been pining for for months.

The pent up sexual tension had finally exploded when he confessed his own interest in you, and he met you halfway with a kiss that was all tongue and need; loud and messy.

Like how he was bullying his cock into your tight little hole.

"My dick that good, bebé?" He panted, leaning back away from you to grip your hips in his meaty palms, squeezing your soft flesh as he stared, almost mesmerized at the creamy ring at the base of his cock as it disappeared into your dripping wet pussy.

Already on the floor between you was a small puddle of your slick.

"So good that I fucked you stupid after just a couple thrusts?" He said, his voice gravelly as he tried to keep it even, to betray the fact he wanted to just rut into you like a mad animal.

All you could do in reply was whine, a breathy sound that was almost a squeak as you mourned the loss of his soft body surrounding you.

The sound of him relentlessly fucking you cunt was abruptly halted and he let out a shaky breath, staring down at you. "I swear... did I nick you with my fangs? Shit... Maybe we should stop--"

"N-no!" You moaned out, desperately trying to roll yourself back against him in his grip. "Please, don't! I just--I just need more!"

Miguel grinned as you flattened your hands on the table, desperately trying to fuck yourself onto his cock but getting nowhere.

"Ahhh there's my good girl. Doing so good f'me." He purred, leaning back over you once again, his arms caging around you, encasing you in his wonderfully soft warmth, the hair on his body tickling your skin.

His lips traced the shell of your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your sweaty skin;

"Wanna watch you take my cock all day. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a month--"

You made a long, loud mewl as he snapped his hips in suddenly, bottoming out so hard you felt him smash into your cervix; almost making you pass out from the force of it alone.

"This is what you wanted, sweetheart. Jus' giving it all t'you." He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he began relentlessly pounding into you once again.

[howthesleeplesswander]

“👋 Good; you’re not busy.” And even if the CEO was (which was the more likely scenario for the freakin’ workaholic), he hardly has a choice but to suddenly be distracted, as Timothy’s already halfway across the office in a series of long and eager strides. When he makes it to Rhys, he wastes not a second more: a hand grips that unfairly distracting waist, yanks him forward, and Timmy claims that kiss he’s been craving since . . . well, probably ever since the last time he left Promethea. You know, totally not even slightly pathetic, but what’s a man to do?

// i wasn't kidding with my warning last night 〔´∇｀〕

Answered! || @jackdup

((alkdfjskd weeps softly into hands over how cute these two are ;A; 💕))

Except that anyone who knew the Atlas CEO also knew that he was always busy. On this particular day, the last two hours of Rhys' afternoon had been spent on a call with an insufferable requisitions manager who refused to take "no" for an answer no matter how many different ways Rhys shut down his proposal. If he had to listen to one more half-assed argument he was liable to pull his hair out.

Thus the initial swoop of dread in his stomach when the door to his office burst open because ughhh, this clown's rambling would be ten times more excruciating in person. But a glance at the doorway brightened his expression from 'about to commit murder' to a genuine grin for the first time that day. Just seeing Timothy again worked such wonders at easing the weight from his shoulders that, not for the first time, Rhys wondered if he was the biggest sap in the galaxy. (The answer was a pretty solid probably.)

"Oh, hey! I wasn't expecting you! Not that that makes it less great to see you, obviously—lemme just..."

But by the time he hopped up from his chair, Tim had already crossed the vast office, and the intent in his eyes as he closed in short-circuited Rhys' brain. Oh, he knew that look. "Orrr not, ho-kay—" His voice fizzled into a super composed and not at all pathetic sound that he failed to swallow. At least he had the sense to put his line of the call on mute before he was swept into a passionate kiss.

The moment their lips met, it suddenly felt like it had been ages since he'd last had this instead of a few weeks. Equally eager (and fully accepting of his "sappiest bastard in the universe" title at this point), Rhys grasped at Tim's shirt to keep him close and kissed him with a fervor to make up for the time they'd spent apart.

...All while an obnoxious voice squawked from the screen on his desk. If Rhys hadn't cared before, he definitely didn't care now, so...Begrudgingly, one hand relinquished its hold in favor of slapping blindly at the desktop until the call clicked off. "I dunno what I'm more glad for," he murmured amid fleeting snatches of breath, "this, or finally having a reason to hang up on that guy."