#yes this is about you ✂️

[justyourjester]

puppy girl got rabies we gotta put her down now 😔

[corpcuffed]

@howthesleeplesswander || cont.

There it was. There was that immediate devil-may-care response with a generous helping of cockiness that had to be one of the most irritating things Wally had ever had the misfortune of dealing with. But . . . strangely—? This time, that typical annoyance didn’t quite bubble to surface level. He was used to this. He had—damn it all—become used to this.

And so, an infuriatingly charming smirk and flippant remark rolled off Wally’s shoulders without more than half a thought spared to them, because—

The idiot flinched. And for some reason, Wally felt that like a prick in his chest he couldn’t—wouldn’t—explain.

“Being so irresistible has its downsides after all,” he murmured distractedly, his attention skirting over the obvious growing stain of crimson near Ken’s shoulder. “You’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached.” Exasperation steered the shake of his own head, weighed a prolonged silence while Wally deliberated. And then, with a pivot toward the door, he said over his shoulder, “Stay here. And try not to bleed all over your perfect office, idiot.”

He walked out without waiting for an answer. And came back mere minutes later, this time with a small case in hand.

Said case—a medical kit, upon closer inspection—thunked a bit too hard on Ken’s desk, a noise that made Wally briefly jump despite it being entirely his fault. His fingers fumbled briefly with the latches. “Sit down, you oaf,” he ordered, pointedly not meeting his gaze. “And, yes, this will be easier if you remove your shirt; don’t get ideas.” —right now, at least.

[wizardyke]

hi, I was looking through the Armenian Miku tags on here and saw your post. I got curious and looked through your blog a little because initially I wanted to chime in and say a lot of Armenian and Azeri culture is similar and has been for thousands of years (just look at zhingalov hats! or how similar our traditional dress is!), and the outrage is stupid esp. when it comes from people who only learned about everything recently and have no idea how we were able to coexist long before any of this happened. But it felt weird to reblog and say that so I didn’t.

anyway. I lurked your tumblr and saw you post about Armenia occasionally and it warmed my heart to see how much you appreciate and admire our culture. No matter what the future holds, I hope our two nations can find peace one day. We are not always fairly represented by those who govern us, and we as people are more alike than not—both sides need to realize that. Maybe we’ll get lucky and see a day in our lifetimes where Azeris and Armenians alike can enjoy a cup of coffee in Karabakh/Artsakh, but until that day comes, I hope you know people like you are a light in the dark for people like me, and as long as people like you exist, peace doesn’t feel like a pipe dream for either of us. ❤️

-a random Armenian that found your tumblr

AUGHHUAYHAH IM SOO HAPPY YOU REACHED OUT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️‼️ thank you so much, it means a lot to know that someone feels the same!! so much of the bullshit online is from people who JUST learnt about our conflict and putting it through such an oversimplified lense and not realising that ultimately we need to coexist TOGETHER. every armenian ive met has been the kindest most generous person & it frustrates me to no end that many azeris have been brainwashed to think otherwise. i really wish the best for you and our countries 💞❤️🇦🇿🤝🇦🇲❤️💞

[annemarieyeretzian]

BAROQUE ART 🎭 love, ur local art mom 🩵

disclaimers and more information under the cut ✂️

hi I’m annemarie and I’m an art historian! not adjuncting for the first time in five years was rly hard for me so I threw some slides together so I could still (sort of) teach the same material as my language of art class but a) I threw these slides together for instagram so space was/is limited and b) language of art is a ten week run through art history so I’m presenting only the most accessible information here – there’s so much more to this art period and to this artist! – please don’t expect it to be comprehensive and please do ask if you have any questions!

oh p.s. my first ever class of art history students came up with the name ‘art mom’ for me at the end of the quarter and yes it does make me cry if I think about it too long thanks so much for asking

[fleurvi]

First Time Oral | Arcane Women

headcanons for the first time you eat them out

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader, dom!ambessa, reader works at a brothel in grayson's part

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Ambessa Medarda

You've been training together. Both of you are sweaty and out of breath, and adrenaline is pumping through your veins. You didn’t plan for anything to happen, but in the heat of the moment, Ambessa let her instincts take over. She manhandles you into laying down for her, growling into your mouth as you enthusiastically kiss her back.

There's something otherworldly about the grip Ambessa has on you. You listen as she guides you on how to please her. Her rough hands direct your mouth over her chest and down her abs. She offers you praise where you deserve it, eating her out like she's your last meal. The dynamic comes naturally to the two of you. As expected, she makes you work for the praise, but she won't leave you unsatisfied.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Caitlyn Kiramman

Another ‘heat of the moment’ thing. Early in your relationship, Cait is in a particularly bad mood, and her flaring temper riles you both up to the point where the only way to calm down is to work the frustration out of each other. You pin her against a wall, telling her to shut up and pulling her into a rough kiss. She takes over pretty quickly, dragging you to bed and pushing you down.

Cait crawls over you, pussy hovering over your face. When you tell her to sit that pussy on your tongue and ride your face, she obeys. She's eager in her actions as she rocks her hips. She works out the last of her energy on you, finally calming down as your tongue draws out a sorely needed orgasm.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Grayson

Every woman has her vices. You work at the brothel in Zaun, where she's your regular customer. At first, her visits consisted of venting conversation and Grayson pleasuring you in return for lending her your ear.

One night, she comes to you, in need of far more than you usually give. She's stressed beyond words; she's so tightly wound that once you get your pretty face between her muscular thighs, she cums embarrassingly fast. Your tongue, which is usually offering her praises and affirmations, laps at her pussy, draining the frustration from her body with every flick of your tongue.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Mel Medarda

After your third date with Mel, she takes you back to her place. You had so much fun over dinner that you couldn't possibly say no when she invited you in for one more drink. It takes you five minutes of small talk, but Mel eventually gets tired of beating around the bush and pulls you into a kiss. This isn't the first time you've kissed her, but there's something else there, lingering underneath your skin.

Mel pulls you to her room, asking you if you're ok with the development. When she gets a verbal yes from you, she gets to work on undressing you. Compliments fall from her lips as she does so, intent on making your first time together memorable and comfortable. You undress her at the same time, making sure to appreciate every inch of skin she bares to you. She's beyond breathtaking, and you make sure she knows exactly how you feel by taking charge and laying her down beneath you against the sheets.

You kiss down her body, and when you reach her thighs, you sink your teeth in. “You're so fucking hot”, You grunt, kissing over the teeth mark. Finally, you lean in, kitten-licking her clit. You eat Mel out with vigour and enthusiasm, conveying how much you've waited for this to happen.

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Sevika

You two don't get much time alone; Sevika is a busy woman. Things between the two of you haven't gone much further than steamy make-outs in alleyways, just out of sight of the other zaunites crowding the streets.

When the night grows quiet, and Sevika has no responsibilities left for the day, she's all over you. She needs the skin-on-skin contact. As much as she hates to admit it, she needs you. She confides in you and asks you for help, and it's so out of character for her that you agree immediately. Just once, she wants to feel as safe and protected as she makes others. She's relatively quiet as you work, only letting the occasional moan slip through, but you know she appreciates your mouth on her by the way her thighs close around your head.

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Vi

She's nervous. She's gone down on you but rejected you when you offered to return the favour. It's not that she doesn’t want you; it's more that she's not used to receiving and doesn't want to pressure you. When you finally clock on and confront her about it, the best way to ease her mind is to show her how much you really want it.

You lick and suck at her clit as you push two fingers inside of her. You're willing to make her cum as many times as she needs to understand how much you like giving.

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thank you so much for reading!

my requests are open!

[astralnymphh]

Um so wolves go into heat around winter an it got me thinking. Werewolf!ellie in heat absolutely RAILING reader

Im talking absolutely DESTROYING reader

She turn up at the door like "scissor tongitj?? Scissor tonight queen??? ✂️✂️"

♱|. . a/n: i'm supposed to be writing vampire smut.. but here we are! just need to get something out even if it's shitty (i'm also just sick and dgaf about perfectly writing a blurb).. i've also been listening to juno a lot so all i can think about is BREEDING. mdni.

werewolf!ellie panting at the corner of your cracked door—dark, ripped jeans, a crucible of sweat that clumps hairs to her forehead, shine to her skin—and she rushes a near nothing from her lips before the desperation could crawl out and eat you whole. if she quietened her own heart, she could catch yours pounding. “hey babe, fuckin' missed you. c'mere.” each syllable is accompanied by gusts of her gutsy—and almost visible to the cold—breath. its scent and heat bled through quickly. it poured over, into, and under her swooping fingertips, which had the back of your head snared and pulled into her mouth, eating your response with a whine she never intended to release.

the nature of your girlfriend isn't occultic to you; she drags you into her midnight realm and makes you feel like the worshipped moon. at this point, your brain tends to forget that she's even a werewolf to begin with, and eases in the penchant way she has with you: chasing you, loving hard, owning handfuls of your flesh that she lets spill and manipulate her senses. but, in the epicenter of this brutal winter—your first one together—you least expect a shirt to be shredded from your torso in one, hungry rip, tossed like ribbons on the floor and abandoned as you licked the nectary words dripping off her tongue. “wanna have a fuckin' baby with you.. ahah—shit, can i give you one?” she stumbled in giggles, so sweetly, and fumbled so pitifully with the rest of your clothes, you had to assist before something else was torn.

yeah, she can wear you out giving you 'one' any fuckin' day.

“miss me?” ellie clings, with nails that long to be sharp, into the small of your back. deep enough to bleed. it stung with a soft whimper inside your chest, “mhh—yes, ellie.” teeth collecting the sighed words from your lower lip.

she would rub her pussy against yours until it was throbbing raw, and her hips gave out. it did most times; from the wanton, the sheer letch to let loose, to give you something special—but if you whispered into a safekeeping, it would be about how she lets her hormones get the best of her. more so when your touch is involved. when your tired fingers trace the bushed mess that leads up her stomach in a thin, waning tornado-line, wrap your hand around and soothe her pelvis with pressure—she loses it.

“can't handle it at all, huh?” you pant, smiling at the fucked-out, glistening and red look on her face. her scarred brows tighten when your sticky thighs come into contact with an audible slap. it's her juices that coat you. “poor thing.”

ellie cups her own tit and rolls deeper into her straddle, you're not even sure she heard you; too lost in that midnight realm. but, if you're being honest, you're the one that can't handle it. human endurance has you beat for miles—she has to place your limp leg on her shoulder. “f-fuck..” she trembles. soon enough, the hairs covering her cunt are shining wet with her cum, and she can only hope that it takes. “thats it.. oh my god..” she leans into her nape, voice vibrating deep and hoarse in her chest. she looked like golden heaven, with her head hanging like that. though, her stamina will be the death of you: she lifts her head and starts hovering over you for more, hot breaths that felt cold in your used state fanning over your cheek. “gonna be a goddamn mama, babe. got more in me—if ya' wanna go again, hm?”

[lilyscript]

FUCK ME? - p.b

warnings: jealousy? angst-ish, smut, ✂️ perchance? sub paige…

you get jealous about paige’s whereabouts, and she takes your words too seriously.

lowercase intended

paige had been out all night, partying with the freshmen. you had been trying to text and call her since 11, but her phone was on do not disturb. each call you would make automatically went to voicemail, frustrating you. you decided to use your spare key to go to her dorm and stay in her room until she got back. paige had gotten back to her dorm around 2AM, quietly opening and closing the front door in attempt to not wake any of her roommates. you sat on her bed, waiting for her when you heard her footsteps coming from behind the door. she opened the door, immediately furrowing her brows at the sight of you sitting on her bed.

“what are you doing here, babe?” she questioned.

“why haven’t you been answering any of my calls or texts?” you responded to her with another question.

she shrugs, “i was out.”

“with who?”

“the freshies. you know, i gotta show them around. introduce them to everyone…”

you cut her off, “it shouldn’t take three hours to introduce a few freshies to your friends.”

she steps forward, shutting the door behind her before sitting down on her desk chair.

“well, i had a few drinks. i guess i just lost track of time.” she shrugged again.

her being nonchalant started to annoy you. you were irritated and she just seemed to not care.

“so… you just forgot you had a life outside of that bar… for three hours?” you shook your head, furrowing your brows in confusion.

paige was confused about your sudden hostility with that comment. she thought about what she’d say for a moment before responding,

“were you waiting for me to get here for something?”

you knew the answer to that question but didn’t want to answer it. you had been waiting for her, but you hadn’t even told her you’d be at her dorm. you just expected her to be in there when you arrived. you didn’t know what she was doing, or who she could be talking to when she wasn’t with you. the thought of her even having the smallest opportunity to cheat disgusted you.

“no… but you’re usually here earlier than this.”

“why were you waiting in here, babe?” she asked.

you stayed silent, trying to think of some type of lie. paige knew you had jealousy issues despite how much you trusted her, and you promised you’d work on it. her knowing that your jealousy issues were resurfacing just wasn’t an option. you made it so long without any disputes about your jealousy problem, and you didn’t want to ruin that with something as small as her going out with the freshmen.

“babe?” she questioned again.

you finally responded, “i just forgot something in here, and decided to sit in here after i found it.”

“so… you were jealous?” she raised from her desk chair, moving to walk in front of you.

she earned a rapid head shake from you, “no, paige. i just forgot something in here.”

she raised an eyebrow, “you thought i was cheating? you thought you were gonna see me walk in the door with another girl.” she started to giggle.

your face flickered from one of concern to blank. “paige, it’s not funny. nothing about this is funny.”

“you thought i’d cheat… on a beautiful girl like you?”

you rolled your eyes and said “fuck you, paige.”

“fuck me?” she pointed a finger into her chest, giggling, “ooh, you’re getting feisty.”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “seriously, it’s not funny. fuck you paige.”

“fuck me? i’d love that.”

she was towering above you now, her hand reaching for your face. she placed her hand below your chin, tilting your head up to meet her lustful gaze.

“so?” the blonde asked, “are you gonna fuck me, or do i have to repeat myself?”

a heat started to build between your legs. you nodded at her words.

“what are you saying yes to, baby?” the blonde questioned again.

your eyes met her icy blue ones, “you don’t have to repeat yourself.”

you pulled her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her. you leaned down to connect your lips with paige’s, softly squeezing her throat as you kissed her. a quiet groan left the blonde while you deepened the kiss, becoming sloppier as you continued. her hands reached for either side of your body, pulling your body closer. she used her thumb to massage your sides, your body shivering in response. as you two kissed, you slipped your free hand to her pants, slipping her shorts and boxers off in one quick motion. she yanked at yours, taking off your shorts and leaving you in your panties.

your lips disconnected while you repositioned yourself between the blonde’s legs. your hands slid down to her hips, caressing the skin beneath them. you took a moment to admire the position you had her in. paige’s cheeks were pink, her expression full of lust and want. her bare cunt was displayed in front of you, all for you.

you pressed your clothed cunt against her bare one with a thrust. the contact instantly elicited a moan from paige. when you pulled away, you felt the wetness residue on your underwear.

“fuck, paige. you’re so wet.” you exhaled

she threw her head back at your comment, bucking her hips up in desperation to feel that pleasure again. you gripped onto her hips, connecting your cunt to hers again you slowly thrusted against her core.

“take this off,” paige pulled at your panties, “i need to feel you.”

without a second thought, you responded by taking off your underwear swiftly. you resumed position, paige already grabbing your hips and bucking her hips up to meet your cunt. your moans mixed with paige’s, reverberating and bouncing off the walls of her dorm room. you grinded down on her, exhaling deeply at the feeling.

“fuck, baby- oh, you’re so good,” paige grunted, throwing her head back.

you leaned down while grinding on her clit, connecting your lips again. the kiss was sloppy, paige struggling to focus on anything other than the feeling of your clit on hers. you moaned into her mouth while she flipped you onto your back with a gentle grip on your neck.

the blonde took your original position, grinding down onto your core. your eyes fluttered open, observing how she looked over you.

“paige-” you moaned, “you’re so beautiful.”

she replied quickly, “you’re gorgeous, baby.”

she latched her lips onto your neck, still maintaining her rhythmic movements on your clit. she moved a hand down, inserting a finger into your cunt as she paused her thrusting. a knot in your stomach began to tighten, causing you to moan louder than ever.

“oh, fuck- paige..”

you fought to keep your eyes open, her watching your expression with a sultry grin.

she connected her lips below your ear, pulling away to whisper, “does that feel good, baby?”

“mhm…” you nodded, “so good.”

she took her finger out of you, placing it into her mouth as she stared directly into your eyes. she didn’t skip a beat, resuming contact immediately. she grinded on you as your moans got louder. your arms reached for her shoulders, nails digging into her.

“you close?” she grunted out, only receiving a nod and moans from you.

she connected your lips once more, sending you both over the edge.

a/n

sorry idk how to end this, so that’s all you’re getting </3

[seraphicsentences]

here’s a post dedicated to abby’s arms. why? because i said so.

and yes, they’re pretty much all nsfw. enjoy the visual! (i certainly am 🤭)

✂️ ok but imagine just watching abby’s biceps flex and ripple under her skin as she pumps her fingers into you, bumping against that sensitive spongy spot inside of you, working you towards your fourth orgasm of the night (so extremely motivated by your fucked-out mewls). no wonder she’s so buff. she’s exercising days and nights. ;)

✂️ thinking bout abby catching you watching her workout. you watching her do bicep curls specifically. oh lord, the pump her muscles get when she’s done (as if they could get any bigger)… and the way she grits her teeth while working an extra long set. you could get off on the heavy breaths she lets out alone. and she knows certainly knows it. you can tell by the haughty smirk plastered on her face as she eyes you inconspicuously staring.

✂️ but also just the way she’s so so strong but so very gentle with you is honestly the most attractive thing. she’d do anything you ask in a heartbeat, but just as easily put you in your place.

✂️ and the fact that she’s so strong really contributes to the appeal when you have her tied up. seeing such a big girl unable to move, massive arms pulled up tight around her head, flexing with every move as she twists and turns in pleasure, knowing you have that much power over someone whose figure is so dominating… yeah that’ll do it.

✂️ sweet jesus and when you’re sitting on her face, riding away like there’s no tomorrow, sensitive clit raw and red from the constant stimulation against her nose— abby’s just as turned on as you are, if not more. she’s feasting away from below you, tongue prodding at your dripping hole. she knows your legs are about to give out, she can tell by their trembling, and it’s like she’s been waiting for this moment. her arms are at your waist and quite literally holding up your entire body weight, making sure you’re still getting the pleasure she wants you to, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

✂️ or what about when she’s incredibly busy, you know, studying to be a doctor and all, and can’t exactly divert her attention to help you out when you’re feeling all desperate and horny? i mean she could offer you her thigh, but what are all those hours at the gym for? without even a glance, she sticks out an arm instead, and you silently thank god a moment later when your clit catches perfectly on her tricep, causing a suppressed moan to bubble out from the back of your throat— and abby to raise a teasing eyebrow in your direction. (only when you finish does abby really turn to you, saying “clean it.” and relishing in the way your tongue laps up her arm, gathering slick and making a further mess of yourself in the process).

well this was one fucking ramble. i am and will always be a proud slut for abby anderson’s arms.

[elliesmainhoe]

Sundress Season

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

NSFW imagine • 18+ ONLY

Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~

Contents: Fluff, feminine reader, kissing, cuteness, hickeys, ✂️✂️✂️, Abby loves your tits, use of pet names (baby, sugar, doll, beautiful).

WC 1.1K

DAY 1 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER.

June was your favourite month by far. The sun beamed down onto the hillside, it's rays setting a gold hue across the grass , the wind still held a crispness to it that was not yet tainted by the humidity of late summer heat but still warm, the flowers began blossoming their buds and petals and the birds started to sing their songs.

You loved it. That's why, when the signs of early summer began showing you immediately knew that you had to celebrate the occasion. And what better way than a picnic with your favourite person in the whole wide world, your wife.

Sandwiches, fruit, lemonade and some homemade cupcakes were packed into a brown wicker basket, along with a cliche red and white chequered blanket to lay on the still slightly dewy grass.

"Are you ready beautiful?" You heard Abby's voice sound out from downstairs, like usual she put on her usual clothes and braided her hair without a bother in the world. You however, showered, did your skincare, dried and styled your hair, applied your make-up, and put on the prettiest dress you owned. A floral blue off the shoulder dress that draped down to your knees.

It was annoying, in all honesty. How effortlessly beautiful she was.

"Yes, Coming!" You yelled back, clipping the clasp on your necklace as you left your bedroom and running down the stairs excitedly. "I've packed all of the food that you told me to- it looks delicious" Abby told you, smiling at your excited form- as you hop up and down.

"Thank you Abs!" You smile in appreciation, grabbing her hand and ushering her out the door. A stupid lovesick smile plastered onto her features as she beamed at the nickname.

The old rust bucket truck purred into action as soon as Abby's key turned in the ignition, hand placed firm on your thigh. Thumb moving in a circular motion- before her arm moved over the back of the leather seat you were sitting in as she reversed out of the drive.

It took about ten minutes to get to the location you had in mind- living in the countryside definitely had its perks for sure. Soft music drifted out the cars speakers, filling in the comfortable silence that fell between you and Abby, the only noise other than the music being your quiet hums.

The riverbank was beautiful, with sound of rushing water, twittering birds and tall trees casting shade on the ground. You laid the chequered blanket by the tree, hoping to be kept out of view from the sun.

Abby kneeled down on the blanket, assisting you by unpacking the basket, humming in approval at the sight of the food. Once she'd emptied the wicker baskets contents she sat down, back resting against the rough bark of the tree.

"c'mere, sugar" she grinned, patting her thigh with a chuckle.

Of course you sat down, smiling sweetly as you picked up a cupcake from the spread of food, licking at the icing, earning an eye roll from Abby.

"Really?" She scoffed, with a smirk on her face.

"really."

Her hands grabbed your hips softly, kneading at the plush flesh over the thin fabric of your sundress. Her mouth connected to the naked skin of your collar bone, sucking and kissing leaving purple marks behind in her tentative wake and drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

Soon her mouth had travelled to your neck and then your jaw and then she eventually dipped down to the top of your boobs, her teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your cleavage.

"Aren't ya just so lucky to live in the middle of no where, so your girlfriend can play with your tits whenever the fuck she wants and no one can see ya?- lucky girl" she purred.

Her hands began tugging down the straps of your dress, breasts spilling out from the built-in cups of the floral dress. She left light kisses across the plush of your skin, slowly moving down the valley in-between your breasts before moving back up to slowly suck on your sensitive nipple.

As her tongue rolled over your sensitive bud, you felt her calloused fingers creep up your thigh, pinching at the fat before settling over your clothed cunt. Her fingers brushed over your sensitive spot, still shielded in thin fabric as you gasped at the sensation.

You cried out when her hand left your mound, the sound of a belt unbuckling with a clunk, as you felt Abby move from beneath you, shimmying out from her worn jeans and panties.

In a swift movement, you were now laying flush against the red and white gingham picnic blanket, Abby straddling your hips as her fingers fidgeted with the waistband of your pink panties, asking for permission which you quickly gave with a nod of your head. She tapped on your ass, signalling you to arch up a bit so she could take them off more easily.

"god you have such a beautiful pussy baby- fuck, could stare at it for hours." she hummed, finger creeping down to collect your slick. "All wet for me already baby? haven't even touched your cunt yet? god doll, gon' drive me crazy" she huffed, licking the slick from her fingers like a woman starved.

"fuck baby, you even taste sweet-" she praised, causing an impatient whine to leave your pouted lips. she laughs "alright doll- I hear ya' lift this leg up for me" she instructs patting at your right thigh, as you obediently follow.

she maneuvers so she now hovers on top of you, unclothed cunts centimeters apart from each other before she slowly begins to roll her hips. Moans leaves both of your mouths at the sensation of your clits rubbing together, over and over and over again.

"fuck baby~ God I love those pretty sounds you make~" she whines, head tilting back as your hips buck up into hers at the praise, cunts moving together as Abby grabs your tits in her palms, rolling your nipples in-between her index and thumb.

your hands reach up to cup Abby's cheeks, pulling her down into a sloppy passionate kiss, the bucking of your hips becoming faster as the feeling in your core tightens.

"gon' come abby~ wanna come with you" you whine into her mouth desperately.

"come with me baby- come baby- please" she grunts breathlessly, the moving of her hips becoming sloppier against yours, as the coil inside of you both snaps together, erotic moans leaving both of your lips as you ride out your high, mouths still interlocked in a desperate kiss.

Abby sighs, body lowering bedside you after a few minutes, catching her breath, a cheeky grin plastered on her face as she gazes at you, your tits covered in bites and your thighs coated with her cum.

and all she could think was 'i hope she wears that sundress again'

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can you tell I've never scissored someone before? 😞

not proofread

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

BUZZED!

formula one x male!reader

request: Okay okay, here me out, Male!reader gets a buzzcut and the drivers find out via like instagram or something and they get really whiny abt it.

summary: you get a buzz cut without telling your boyfriend

warnings: initial instagram post is just for reference + reader only posts whichever one applies to you most!, swearing, playful arguing

contains: alex albon, lance stroll, + lewis hamilton

youruser has added to their story!

written: time for a change ✂️

alex albon:

"WHAT DID YOU DOOOOOOOO?" alex yelped as soon as he walked through the door of your shared apartment.

you had just been lounging on the sofa, scrolling through social media to pass the time. you jumped slightly at your boyfriend's shouting. "what? what did i do?"

alex rounded the corner into the living room and pointed at your hair with a pout.

"that! what did you?!"

"alex, i just cut my hair." you chuckled, staying slumped on the sofa.

alex whined. "how could you do this to me???"

"you're so dramatic, oh my fucking god." you rolled your eyes lightheartedly. as much as you loved your boyfriend, he sure knew how to be dramatic. "it's not that bad?"

"yes it is!" alex insisted. "what am i supposed to do now when i want your attention?!"

"ask for it like a normal person?"

"it's like you don't even know me." alex huffed, flopping down on the sofa beside you.

you laughed quietly and put your phone away. "it will grow back, y'know?"

your boyfriend tilted his head to look at you with a a pout. "and what am i supposed to do until then?"

"cope?"

he whined again and poked you in the ribs, making you squirm slightly. "you're so mean."

"yeah, well, it's not getting reattached," you argued. alex ran his hand over the shaved hair with a sigh. "better get used to it, baby."

"fine ... but never again, okay?"

"no promises."

lance stroll:

the second you walked into your boyfriend's hotel room, he was right in front of you. lance crossed his arms and pouted at you.

"uh-oh," you murmured.

a sheepish smile crossed your lips. you tentatively stepped forward until you were close enough to pull lance into a hug, which you were very pleased to say he didn't reject. hopefully that meant he wasn't too upset.

"why did you have to get a buzz cut?" lance whined, pushing your shoulder.

you hummed. the truth of it was that the haircut had been an impulsive action rather than a conscious decision, but ... well, it was done now. "it's just hair, baby."

"no, it's not," lance argued with a pout. "it's your hair. which you let me play with and wash and put bows in and stuff."

"yeah, i hope you understand i would literally never let anybody else touch my hair as much as you do," you pointed out. was a part of you hoping to distract lance with a sweet statement? perhaps. but he didn't need to know that.

lance paused for a moment. he seemed torn between being sad and whiny about your hair, and being happy about what you said. sue him. he liked to feel special. "... then why did you cut it?"

"because i wanted to?" you shrugged. your hands dropped to lance's waist and tugged him closer, making him squeak quietly. "it's summer and it's hot and i don't need a fur coat on my head?"

"but what about the bows?" lance pouted at you.

a little grin tugged at your lips. "well, i can put them in your hair?"

your boyfriend seemed to short circuit at the idea of you putting bows in his hair. his lips parted in surprise, before his expression morphed into a goofy grin. "okay."

lewis hamilton:

the first reaction you got from lewis about your haircut was a text. he must've already been close to home, but apparently he felt the need to freak out about you getting a buzz cut as early as possible.

you cut your hair?

... yes?

it hadn't taken you long to reply. a minute at most. evidently, that was long enough for your boyfriend to get to your door. he flung it open, a dramatic frown on his face. "why?"

"hello to you too," you muttered, standing up to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. "because it was getting in my eyes, lew."

"so?" lewis raised an eyebrow at you.

you scoffed playfully, thinking he was just having a joke and not being serious. "so i couldn't see."

"so?" lewis repeated.

not joking, apparently.

"i can see?" he poked at the now-short strands with a wary expression. "i'd lead you places??"

"lewis."

your boyfriend pouted. he let out a dramatic sigh and turned away from you. "fine, i guess you like your vision more than you love me, then."

knowing he was just milking it, you wrapped your arms around lewis from behind and kissed his temple cheekily. "yes! glad you understand."

"... brat."

"love you too, lew."

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Pt2. Morning activities

PS: english is not my first language

Warnings: smut, threesome, ✂️, oral, Vi nicknamed the reader muffin. that's it, and a little more.

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You feel Cait's caresses making the silk of your nightgown slide down your thighs. Violet's hand runs down your cheek before gently cupping the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. The pinkette's soft lips move against yours, your noses occasionally brushing against each other.

When you pull apart, Vi sweeps her gaze over your face, flushed cheeks, swollen red lips, and those bright eyes, giving her that look that made her stomach flutter. Cait smiles, leaving a soft kiss on your knee as he runs his hands up your thighs. you've been together long enough for both of them to know that this was a loud and clear 'sit on my face'

Violet gives a naughty smile, dragging her nose down your neck before placing her hand at the base of your throat, pushing you to lie down completely,hovering her wet pussy over your mouth.

You sigh, feeling the pressure of the warm hand that drags across your chest, making you swallow hard. You cast a quick glance at Cait, still between your legs, dragging her nails on the inside of your thigh, catching a glimpse of her focused gaze and dilated pupils, before Violet positions herself on top of you, her legs resting on either side of your head.

"You ready for us, muffin?" Vi asks, her voice teasing and breathless at the same time.

Instead of answering, you hold the pinkette's thighs, pulling her wetness to your lips and licking a wet strip between her legs. Vi gasps as you press your tongue against her, her thighs tensing under your touch. She lets out a low moan, her breath catching in her throat.

"Oh, yes..." she breathes out, her voice shaky with pleasure.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, watches the scene in front of her, her eyes wide and her breathing coming in quick, shallow breaths. Even though they've been doing it for a few years, she can't help but be affected by the sight. You moan softly and continue to drag your tongue lazily through the pink folds, you would never admit it out loud, but there was something about the taste of your wives that drove you crazy. Vi leans forward, gripping the sheets as you work your tongue against her, her body trembling beneath your touch. She lets out another moan, her voice dripping with need.

"God, you're good at that," she manages to murmur, her voice a low, breathless gasp.

You try to concentrate on what you're doing to Vi, rolling your tongue against the pinkette's clit eagerly. Cait blinks, the sight of Violet's ass as she has her thighs flexed to let her pussy hover over your mouth sending a jolt of excitement to her clit.

Cait sighs, looking down at the space between your legs, your soft, flushed skin dripping with attention. She wets her lips, collecting your moisture and spreading it through your folds, dragging her thumb over your clit. You shiver at the contact with your sensitive skin, and let out a strangled moan right into Vi's pussy.

you continue to moan against the pinkette sending a buzz through your body, almost whimpering you pull Violet's hips, pressing your fingers into her thighs, bringing her wetness closer to your mouth.

Vi responds immediately, her body moving down, pressing herself closer to his mouth. The feel of his tongue against her is sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

She sighs and moans, her voice needy and shaky. "Oh God... yes... just like that..." she breathes between moans.

Cait's hands spread her thighs even further, opening her legs wide, before gently fitting her hips, bringing their intimacies together in a wet encounter. A soft sound runs through the sheriff's throat, her pussy sensitive from a recent orgasm, in contact with her wife's slippery moisture, sending intense shivers run through her body, her hands continue to grip your thighs, her fingers digging into your skin.

You move your hips against Cait's friction, feeling the knot in your belly curl, increasingly greedy for more of this pleasure, making you let out more desperate moans into the hot, wet pussy against your lips. Vi's thighs continue to tremble beneath you, her breathing labored and ragged, the feeling of your fingers gripping her thighs tightly, while your tongue buries itself as deep as it can in her pussy, drinking her wetness makes the pinkette mount your face, making your nose push against her sensitive clit.

Cait reacts to the increased friction, her body pressing harder against yours. She's clearly enjoying the sensations, her breathing coming in shallow gasps.

"good girl..."

You moan softly at the praise, and eat Violet's pussy more urgently, feeling the added speed to Cait's movements drag you over the edge. Both women are completely lost in the moment, all thoughts dissipating except for the intense pleasure.

Violet writhes and moans, her voice shaking with a mixture of need and pleasure. She can't contain her desire, feeling the fire burning in her belly.

The woman between your legs feels herself starting to lose control, her movements becoming more desperate and erratic. Cait leans down slightly, dragging one hand down your body and gently massaging your breast while taking the other between her lips and teeth.

You moan and whimper against Violet's folds, your chest moving rapidly with your breath, your hands gripping the pinkette's hips and thighs deliciously as you spread your legs wider for Cait. Vi responds instantly, her body moving against your tongue as her head throws back in ecstasy. You feel your head spinning with the momentary lack of air, but you don't pull away. Again, wouldn't be a bad way to die.

Caitlyn moves more firmly against you, dragging her nails across your belly as she increases the force of the friction between your skin, her pupils dilated, her skin softly sweaty and flushed, betraying the arousal on her face. She enjoys the sight of Vi surrendering to pleasure, her breath ragged as she moves against you.

Both women seem completely lost in the moment, completely engaged in their morning activities, making the room fill with sounds of pleasure, moans and gasps.

Violet arches her back, her voice hoarse and cracking as she tries to speak through her moans, "Oh, fuck, that feels good... so good..."

Cait continues to move against you, her breathing ragged, her fingers clutching at any skin within reach to make her go faster against you, as she moves closer and closer.

You grip Violet's thighs tightly as you feel Cait's wet, slippery core against yours, making you moan and rock your hips against Cait, finally feeling your orgasm rip through your body, eliciting a series of muffled moans and sighs as your hips and thighs writhe and tremble against Caitlyn.

The sound of your release sends waves of satisfaction and excitement through both women, who immediately respond with moans and gasps. Cait, who was already close, gives herself completely to the sensation, her body shuddering with orgasm. She writhes against you, and moans shamelessly as the spasms run through her body.

Vi, you feel your own thighs tremble even more, and you taste the pinkness stronger on your tongue as she cums in your mouth and shudders with orgasm, letting out a pornographic moan. You sigh, and run your tongue over your lips, capturing the remnants of the orgasm still in your mouth, and swallow greedily, licking Violet's folds gently.

Vi moans with satisfaction, and her body spasms slightly with the overstimulation of your tongue. She slowly gets off of you and runs her hand over your cheek gently.

"Thank you, honey," she smiles and sighs, lying down next to you, her chest moving quickly as she tries to catch her breath.

Cait also lies down next to you, resting her head on your shoulder as she catches her breath. Both women look completely satisfied, their faces full of satisfaction and relief.

"We should start like this every day," Vi says between gasps, which causes light laughter.

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Hii guys. 🎄Happy christmas🎄. Thank you for reading this far ❤️. I'm already working on my next post, what do you think of a stalker vibe? I'm thinking about it and it seems like a good idea, maybe inspired by "You" from Netflix, it's my favorite series.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Disrespect.

Player 001 x reader ✂️

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You stood in line waiting for your food. Young il stood quietly behind you, his eyes observing the room.

“Honey, can you stop” you say taking your food from the guard.

“Can I stop what? I didn’t do anything.” He replied.

“I can see you scanning the room. Enough.” You say sharply, “ you’re giving me anxiety.”

“My mistake, darling” you sat down in your bed, stuffing your face hungrily. “Why’re you eating like that?”

“Like what? I’m not doing anything” you mock him.

“Eating like I don’t feed you well enough”

“I’m trapped in this prison” you reply gulping down water like it’s gonna disappear.

“Eat right” he orders. “I’m going to go use the restroom. Behave yourself” within 5 minutes of him being gone a man walked up to you.

“Señorita, excuse me?”

“What?”

“I just wanted to tell you I think you’re gorgeous, and I want you on my squad” he smiles.

“Oh yeah? What’s so good about you?” You snort.

“Look, I can protect you” he tries to appeal to you. “You know me? I’m a legend Thanos” he made a gesture with his hands, smiling cutely.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can” Young il speaks. “Hey, grape head, why don’t you kick rocks?”

“I’m talking to this beautiful señorita over here” Thanos points to you.

“Yeah, you missed my point, I don’t care.” Young il responded.

“Yeah, you missed mine, grandpa”

“I bet this grandpa can still get more pussy than you, tooth pick.” Young il shrugged casually. “Besides, what’s up with your tattoos? What are you, the practice dummy at a tattoo parlor?”

“I’ll have you know they are an artistic choice”

“Artistic? Is the artist in the room with us?” Young il looks around. “You know, I’ve seen you somewhere… aren’t you that idiot that tried chatting up another man’s wife?”

“Uhhhh” Thanos stalled. That was definitely him. “No man, that wasn’t me… that was my uhh twin brother”

“Oh you have a twin, here I thought stupidity used a whole single brain cell, but I guess yours uses 1/4 of it”

“Listen here old man-“

“No you listen to me. String bean. You’re gonna turn around and walk the other way. Before you and I truly do have an issue.” Young il cocks his head back.

“Trying to size me up? Huh?”

“Don’t get loud with me.” Young il said calmly. “I’ll crush your vocal cords and make you disappear from existence. Then you won’t be a legend.” Young il makes a ‘poof’ motion with his hands.

“I’ll still be a legend” Thanos defends.

“Legend of what? Terrible rapping and dumb tattoos? Some legend you are” Young il rolls his eyes. “So look, make this easy” he shoulders him as he walks past Thanos to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Make what easy?”

“Stay away from my wife, and I won’t cause a scene” he states. “Talk to her again, and I’ll cut your fingers off one by one and force feed them to you” Young il says lowly. Thanos stalled, his brain processing. “Okay, Grape head?”

“Yes that’s perfect” he speed walks away from you.

“You don’t always have to be so rude, you know” you say.

“No no, I do” Young il sighed as he spoke. “Idiots like him exist. They think they’re so cool that they can just hit on Pretty girls. And they don’t consider the fact that she could be married or with someone and all that stuff” he pulls your chin to look at him. “Besides, you’re beautiful, but you’re also my girl” he plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Your girl?” You squeal. This man has never failed to make your heart skip beats.

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✂️✂️✂️; b.eilish

Request: i neeeed something where reader and billie ✂️✂️✂️ cause i haven’t read one yet and it’s so frustrating </3

just smut

“I wanna try something,” Billie whispered on your lips, her mouth devoured yours after proclaiming her statement. You simply moaned on her tongue, your naked bodies laying next to each other.

“Is that a yes?” She pulled away for a second to examine your face. Your lids fluttered opened, still intoxicated from kissing.

“Of course baby,” you cooed running a hand down the side of her face. Billie’s eyes twinkled and she pushed you back gently. She sat on the bed and waited until you were comfortable. Then she parted your legs running her finger between your folds. You groaned at the contact, no doubt you were dripping already. You watched her carefully.

Billie held one of your legs up as she adjusted her weight on top of you. Slowly she brought herself down until your pussies were touching. You shifted your attention from her to the union of your bodies, her eyes joining yours to witness the moment she’d been thinking of for the past who-knows-how-many days.

Moving her body, you held her thigh which was now partially on your lower belly. Your hand stretched over her soft skin in anticipation. Slowly, her hips started moving and you felt just how wet she’d been too. The movements were slow, as if she was unsure if she’d break you.

But when she heard the sweet moans start to drip from your mouth, she turned to look at you. Your face twisted in pleasure, hand now clinging to her thigh, fingertips digging into her skin. She took that as an invitation to increase her speed. She did just that with vigor. Her hips swayed faster and you felt the heat rise to your face and shoot to your breasts. The friction between your bodies rose, and you felt the tight feeling forming, prickling down to your feet.

Billie raised your leg higher now kissing it tenderly before resting her cheek on it. She used it to anchor herself, her body still married with yours in this sacred ceremony. She slid on you now rotating her hips and you raised your chest holding her hips wanting her closer as if that were possible.

You felt warm, no - hot. So fucking hot, you were about to explode into a million little pieces until you felt her body weight shift. She brought herself down until your faces were inches apart. Her hair fell on your shoulders and you shuddered. She was still moving her hips and this new angle was only wounding you up tighter because you could practically taste her lips.

When she finally kissed you, clits pressed, you knew it was game over. You couldn’t hold it anymore. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into her back.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Billie murmured against your lips. She was out of breath and you could feel the small beads of sweat on her forehead as you brought a hand to her face. The other wrapped tightly around her back. You whimpered and nodded. Moan after sweet moan slipping from your lips creating a harmonious melody as her own moans joined your tune. Her body was now slowing. Her own high only seconds away.

It took one more kiss for your bodies to fling into a fit of curse words. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck' you both chanted. Your orgasm washed over you like a hurricane and Billie’s came a few second later as she bit down on your shoulder.

She fell limply on your body. You pulled her hair to the side, wiping her forehead. Her plump lips hung open, eyes closed trying to recuperate. The only sounds in the room were that of your breathing, your bodies still molded together; your buds too sensation for any other movement.

“That was-“ Billie finally spoke. Her voice frail.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. You were still blissfully floating somewhere wonderful.

She found your hand and your fingers linked. Billie turned to look at you after a while. She held her head up slightly cracking a smile. Somehow that led to more giggles and eventually a kiss that warmed every part of your body. You’d never felt closer to her than at this moment.

[tlouadditc]

can you please write about ✂️ with Abby😳💖💖💖

oh my god. yes. [small drabble since im just starting back!!]

warnings: 18+ [MINORS AND MEN DNI], reader x abby, scissoring [duuuuhhhhh], short story w/ no background, no established relationship, rushed ending, idk what else atp.

despite popular belief, abby prefers scissoring. something about skin to skin contact with you, bumping your clits together vigorously, only focusing on your orgasms- it's intimate.

the first time you scissored her wasn't awkward at all; abby let you get on top, let you pick the pace, and guided you a little when you got tired. her care for you was something you never experienced before, something that made you 100x more comfortable with her.

"mmfuck- abby," you breathed in between kisses, your clothed pussy grinding against her pelvis, hands gripping at her toned biceps. her hands traveled up and down your sides, lifting up your oversized shirt and revealing your soaked panties. the room was hot, only noises heard was the heavy breathing and wet kisses shared between the two of you. her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stared into your soul.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asked, a hand travelling down to your hip, guiding you as you whimper helplessly. "what d'ya need?"

moments later, you two were in the middle of the living room, on the couch, heavily panting as the sound of wet squelches and skin slapping fill the room to the brim. sweaty bodies atop of each other, small moans leaving both of your mouths. "jus' like that, cmon," she moaned, one large hand on your hip, rocking you in just the right places. your head is fuzzy, no thoughts, no worries, just focusing on the feeling in between your thighs. one of your hands grip onto her leg, leaving a hand mark; the other holding onto the couch for dear life. "so fuckin' pretty," she whispers, a hand coming up to caress your tit. "say you've never done this before but-" her head tilts back, cutting her sentence off with a loud groan. she guides you to go faster, juices spreading all over your heat. your legs are getting weak, the feeling becoming overbearing as you reach your climax. "cumming already? fuck, you're perfect," she coos. all you can do is hold onto her while riding out your orgasm. she talks you through it, praising how good you are to her. "good girl.."

not soon after, she does the same, using your sensitive bud to get her off. you lean down and leave wet kisses all over her body, lipgloss marking your territory. her chest moves up and down as she comes to her senses, body still trembling from pleasure. "that was.." she starts, but she ends up just giggling, looking at you laying on her bare chest. her laugh is contagious, causing a small abruption of laughter in the room. you both lay there, feeling closer than ever.

a/n: yay no hiatus anymore! i hope i dont jinx that. anyway hope this was good and im excited to get back into writing :p!!

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[fleurvi]

Sick!S/O | Arcane Women

request for arcane women with a sick gf

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characters: ambessa, caitlyn, grayson, mel, sevika, vi

cw: fem!reader

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Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa doesn't really take care of you when you're sick. She's a warrior, not a doctor. But we're delusional here, so I'll go with it.

You are not allowed to lift a finger. You need to recover properly so she'll have guards around you at all times so you can order them to get things for you. She visits you regularly to check up on your health and make sure you're being doted on. In a rare occurrence, she offers you a massage to relax you.

“How are you feeling?” Ambessa asks, heavy hands working against your shoulders and neck. You nod, thanking her for her service. “Maybe a bath would do you good.”

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Caitlyn Kiramman

Cait panics. She can't think rationally at all. You cough once, and she's writing a eulogy. When she's sure it's not super serious, she's diligent in her care. She makes sure you stay hydrated and get plenty of rest.

“What are you doing? You should be resting,” says Cait as she notices you getting out of bed.

“Babe, c'mon”

“No. Don't you ‘babe’ me. You should be taking care of yourself,” She fusses, ushering you back to your bed.

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Grayson

Grayson believes that if you mope around In bed, you'll just make it worse. She lets you rest when you need it, but she encourages you just to take some painkillers, hydrate adequately and go about your work.

“Here you go,” Grayson says, handing you medication and water. “We've got a busy day. If it gets too much, just let me know, and I'll send you home to rest,” She says, pulling you into a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Mel Medarda

She just wants you to get better. Mel checks up on you but doesn't spend much time with you because she doesn't want to catch whatever you have. When she does visit you, she makes sure to ask if you're getting what you need and making sure you get it. She's mostly concerned about you resting, so she stays with you, talking softly with you until you fall asleep.

“Are you sure you're okay, my love?” She asks, running her hands over your back.

“Yeah, I think I need to sleep off. Thank you for coming to visit,” you say, closing your eyes.

“You're welcome, My Love”

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Sevika

Sevika loves you, but she's not going to baby you. She'll ask you if you're on your deathbed, and if the answer is no, then you can get off your ass and help her with whatever business she's been called on.

If you want Sevika to help you with anything, you've got to turn on the whining. She likes being useful, so if you really need it, she'll sit with you until you fall asleep, but she won't wait for you to wake up. You're tough, like her, so she leaves you to it until you wake up and are ready to get back to work.

✩♬ ₊˚.✂️⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Vi

Vi thinks her immune system is “built different”, and she's not entirely wrong. She'll stay with you, hold you while you sleep, and make sure you eat as well as you can in Zaun. If you tell her you're not really hungry, she will lecture you until you give in and at least try to eat.

“C'mon, pretty girl,” Vi says, leaning in to kiss you. You feel gross and push her head away.

“You'll get sick”

“Babe. My immune system is made of steel. I've never gotten sick in my life. Now come here and give me a proper kiss,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Fine. If you get sick, I'm not gonna baby you.”

“Yes, you will”, she laughs, and you know she's right.

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