#♡ anon

[godnectar]

yanderes tying you up and overstimulating their darling beyond their limits >>>>

☆ note : kinda shady and dark depending on how u read it,,, but I still wouldn't mind actually writing something like this if anyone requested it yk 👀... ( inbox here! )

your yandere lover who truly cannot help it. he cannot help it because it just feels so good —you feel so good— that he could never stop trying to make you shiver in pleasure, especially since you can't do anything against it. having tied you up at the beginning of the session, he didn't even notice the way your legs started to shake, or the way your eyes flooded with blissed out tears, too lost in his own world as he continued to kiss, bite, grope and thrust into you.

yandere dilf, pup, househusband, jock, florist, crush, himbo + upcoming nerd, ex-boyfriend, bodyguard, werewolf, and best friend!

your yandere lover who's completely aware of what he's doing. you thought he would untie you and let you go just like that after giving you the most mind-blowing fuck ever? of course not, sweetheart— he's not even done yet at all. why should he stop, when you look so so so pretty while writhing and mewling under him, though? you're certainly in for a night full of worship and pleasure, no matter if you might be a bit too dizzy and exhausted at the end.

yandere professor, bully, sugar daddy, husband, neighbor, assistant, vampire + upcoming tutor, doctor, pharaoh, merman, and boss!

© godnectar 2024. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[sserasin]

Idol!jake x older female!producer where they're working on enha new comeback and he has a crush on her but she keeps denying him cause he's a years younger then heeseung starts flirting with her and she lowkey respond to him which leads to jealous hard dom jake fucking her after other members left ...

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mine

cw nsfw under cut, older female reader, producer reader, jealous sex, sorry heeseung maybe yall can have a threesome in the future if jake lets u…, degrading names (slut), breeding kink, unprotected sex, awkward kinda cute ending cause i love jake

“jake— anyone could walk in,” you whine, voice muffled.

jake pushes your face further into the table in front of you, hand at your head as the sound of your skin slapping against each other fills your ears.

“shut up,” he huffs, “this is all your fault. if—if you had just said yes,” he groans as you move back on him, ass meeting his thrusts eagerly. “god, look at you. you did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?”

your head turns to look at him over your shoulder, a coy look in your eyes and he grunts, forcing your head to turn back, “of course you did. such a fucking slut, what, you want me and heeseung at the same time?”

you don’t answer, instead you groan his name as his pace slows. but he doesn’t fully stop, slowly thrusting, “answer me.”

“no,” you whimper, trying to make him go faster again as your hips lift teasingly, “just you, jake.”

“didn’t look like it,” jake grips your hair and pulls you up for your back to meet his front, “not with how you kept flirting and to—touching him.”

“just wanted your attention,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he finally quickens his pace again.

“you already fucking had it,” his hand rests on the bottom of your abdomen, able to feel his cock from the light bump. he groans in your ear, moving slightly to change the angle and pound into your g-spot. he doesn’t miss, slamming into it repeatedly, “you always want more.”

“yes—yes!” you cry out, “give me more please please please—” you’re chanting at this point, but it only eggs jake on.

the table keeps moving back and forth with each thrust, still slightly leaning on it from your weak legs. his hand comes down to your clit to rub circles on it, lips meeting your neck to suck and bite.

“want me to come inside you?” you moan at his voice right next to your ears, “you wanna be filled with my cum? fill you up so full that you’ll— get pregnant,” he grunts as you feel a building pressure in your stomach, right where he presses his hand on. “that way everyone will know you—you’re mine.”

“please,” you whimper and that’s all he needs before thick squirts of cum releases inside you. he bites down particularly hard and you shriek, clutching at the table as you come around his cock.

jake thrusts shallowly in and out before pulling out fully, quickly stuffing his fingers inside you to keep his come inside. your walls tighten around him again and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck.

“let’s go out on a date,” he suggests, kissing your cheek next.

“with heeseung?”

jake deadpans, squeezing your waist slightly. you laugh.

“okay, yes.”

[donatellawritings]

tella baby it’s ♡ anon I LOVE SWEETHEART READER but J was wondering what if Rafe were with an Americana aesthetic reader? I imagine her being a very vintage-esque girl who loves picnics, farm work, listening to Lana, thrift shopping, sucking lollipops, wearing small shorts and denim skirts, just your typical girl next door OMG sorry if this is too long of an ask I can send a shorter one ahhhhhh ♡ ♡

this is perfect! ugh i love this sm <3

rafe had met you, through the likes of his sister, sarah — she’d stumbled upon your parents’ land during one of her bike rides through figure 8, her lips parted in awe at the sight of you brushing the shiny coat of your white camarillo horse, who’d she quickly learn was named ‘leche’ a silly name that stuck since you first got the horse as an innocent child. that one question about your beloved horse, was all it took for you and sarah to become engrossed in an hours-long conversation about anything and everything. she fell in love with everything about you — your big bombshell hair, cutesy doll lashes, skimpy baby pink polka dot bikini top, and even skimpier daisy dukes, all the way down to the adorable butterfly belly button ring that adorned your tummy.

the moment you’d exchanged the pleasantries of learning each other’s names, sarah was quick to make you her very best friend, your latin tongue making itself known as you spoke, leaving the perky blonde even more entranced by you — making sure that you had her phone number, before she pressed a sweet kiss to the side of your horse’s nose, turning to send you a small wave as she got back on her bike, pedaling her way back to tannyhill. the two of you were pathetically giddy and the potential of your budding friendship, you both were left giggling into the late hours of the night, before ending the call with plans for you to teach sarah how to ride a horse, tomorrow. it wasn’t until you had been friends for about six months, that sarah decided that you should come over to her house for once, she’d grown to accustomed to the judgement-free air that came with being on the farm with you.

sure, you lived on figure 8, but your family’s property teetered on the fine line of being considered part of the cut, but your parents were insistent on you being in an environment where you could experience the lavish side of life. so, as you got to know sarah cameron, the daunting thought of stepping foot inside of tannyhill had left you a nervous mess as you meticulously dolled yourself up. latin music flowed softly through your speaker as you squeezed your tube of glittery lipgloss between your sparkly cotton candy pink acrylic nails, precisely smearing the sticky gloss across your swollen lips, mushing them together before your pulled away from the mirror of your vanity with a content sigh.

carefully clasping your rosary around your neck, you gently combed your nails through the ends of your perfectly curled hair, before smoothing your hands down your strapless micro dress, the lace and silk lined cups that confined your breasts, adorned with a neatly sewed bow, pushing them up cutely against your chest as you slipped your feet into dainty white kitten heels, before rushing downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor as you stepped out onto your driveway, silently praying to yourself that you wouldn’t make an absolute fool of yourself. i mean, it was only meant to be an innocent lunch where you’d meet your best friend’s family — surely, in your little naive mind, you manipulated yourself into believing that nothing too bad could come from having lunch with the cameron family. right?

you were broken from your whiplash-inducing thoughts with parted sticky and swollen lips as the sound of sarah’s familiar car horn filled your pearl-earring adorned ears.

୨୧

with a sigh, sarah linked her arm through yours, biting down into her bottom lip as the two of you stepped inside of the grandeur that was tannyhill. before the two of you could exceed the confines of the foyer, she pulled away from you, suddenly overcome with the impending annoyance and embarrassment that came with introducing people to her family, specifically, her older brother. your dolly lashes fluttered together as your eyes softened with confusion.

before sarah could speak, the staggering height of ward cameron stopping behind sarah came into your line of vision, your lips parting as he clasped a fatherly hand down onto his daughter’s shoulder as she forced a warm smile at you, “hi sweetie,” he pressed his lips to sarah’s head, squeezing her shoulder before he pulled away from sarah, extending a firm hand in your direction, “s’a pleasure to finally meet you, i’m mr. cameron,” ward smiled, nodding approvingly as you revealed your name, enveloping your small hand around his as you politely shook his hand.

“hi mr. cameron,” you extended a courteous smile, fighting back a laugh as you watched sarah roll her eyes teasingly.

with a clap of his large hands, ward stepped to the side, “well, we don’t want to keep everyone waiting outside, your brother should be home soon, sarah,” ward breathes out a laugh, your wide eyes sparkling with awe as you walked through the grandeur main room of tannyhill. sarah allowed a giddy smile to pull on her pout as she took in your observant gaze. she loved how despite your status of living on figure 8, you remained humble, extending kindness to every person and animal you came across, so much so that it inspired her to treat even the smallest bugs with utmost respect.

“your home is beautiful, mr. cameron,” you beamed, lashes fluttering as you stepped out into the pristinely decorated backyard. your brief moment of shock once again overtaken by your meddlesome nerves as you approached the flower adorned table, smoothing your hands underneath the plush curve of your ass, before taking your seat beside sarah.

the table was quiet as your wiped your clammy hands against your dress, suddenly overcome with insecurity as sarah’s stepmother and younger sister stared at you, their eyes greedily drinking you in. with parted lips, you began to speak when wheezie suddenly cut in, “you’re really hot,” she blurted, your parted lips expanding into a flushed smile as sarah snorted beside you, a complete contrast from the stern and bewildered stares that wheezie received from ward and rose.

“that was so inappropriate, wheezie,” rose scolded with a displeased roll of her eyes, before turning to face ward who kept his stern eyes on wheezie who sunk into her seat.

you were quick to mouth ‘thank you’ to the younger girl, before turning your attention to ward who let out out a sharp sigh, running a hand over his face, before forcing a smile, “alright, well — my son should be home any minute, so please, feel free to help yourself to what’s on the table,” ward motioned to the array of salad, sandwiches, fruits, and pitchers of juice that covered the table. with a shaky hand, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice, licking over your glossed lips as sarah did followed suit, filling her glass.

just as you brought the glass to your lips, the sight of a tall young man, with greasy strands of hair fanning over his face approached the table, dressed in a black button up and khaki pants. fuck, he was hot. subconsciously your pressed your thighs together, focusing your attention on swallowing down the citrusy juice that flooded your tongue.

“nice of you to join us, rafe — have a seat, son,” ward spoke gruffly, watching closely as rafe took the seat at the opposite end of the table, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your presence. his bright blue eyes immediately went the swells of your pushed-up breasts, before flickering up to meet your shy gaze, earning a disgusted scoff from sarah. ward did not miss his son’s inappropriate transgression, clearing his throat to gather the attention of the table, “son, this is sarah’s friend,” ward introduced you, rafe’s eyes remaining on yours as your name fell from ward’s mouth, causing rafe’s eyebrows to raise in intrigue as his head cocked to the side.

rafe decided that he had to toy with you, see if you truly were as light and airy as your physical appearance portrayed as he parted his pink lips, “yeah? how’d you get so lucky to meet my sweet sister, sarah?” rafe spoke, his tone pathetically condescending as he carefully watched you awkwardly shift in your sweet. you were a skittish one — he liked that.

with a forced and breathy laugh, you smiled politely, “she was riding her bike and she saw my horse, leche,” you answered truthfully, earning an amused chuckle from rafe that left you somewhat embarrassed. your doe eyes were quick to glaze as you swallowed thickly, before you turned to sarah.

“rafe, don’t be such a dick,” sarah spat, earning a corrective tut from ward as rafe glanced at his father with feigned confusion.

leaning forward, rafe focused his attention onto sarah, a tall knowing smirk on his face, “easy, sarah — m’just getting to know your little friend, i mean, isn’t that why she’s here?” rafe pushes further, returning his eyes to yours as your fingers fiddled with the silk trims that lined the hem of your dress. “she’s a big girl, i’m sure that she could speak up for her-” rafe began, before he was harshly cut off by the slam of ward’s closed fist colliding with the table, causing rafe to silence, his jaw clenched as he closed his eager mouth.

there was a part of you that felt bad for rafe, you almost felt responsible for his scolding, your soft eyes didn’t miss the way he flinched as ward hit the table. you could see that rafe just wanted attention, and you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore to subtle ache in your chest as he remained silent for the duration of the lunch, his eyes hanging low as the rest of the cameron family made polite conversation with you. it wasn’t until the entirety of the table went off to do their own thing, that you turned to rafe who blankly stared at his empty plate.

going against sarah’s wishes, you insisted on at least trying to talk to rafe and sarah knew that you’d simply felt bad for her brother — it was in your nature to want to fix anything that was broken. so, you remained seated, flipping your hair over your shoulder as your eyes feel on the gold signet ring that dressed rafe’s finger, “i like your ring,” you smiled, your core simmering as rafe brought his eyes to yours, his blank face empty of any definite expression.

“look — y’just a naive little girl who is my sister’s friend, not mine, y’understand?” rafe snapped, fighting back every urge not to bend you over the table as your glossed lips slightly quivered at his harsh words. your stomach churned with embarrassment as your eyes welled with hot threatening tears, “y’don’t speak to me, unless i speak to you, a’ight?” he spat, swallowing back the bitter guilt that became apparent in his tongue as you furiously nodded in your seat.

“okay,” you squeaked out, before hastily standing from your seat as you rushed to make your way back inside of the home, before rafe could see the fat tears that rolled down your blushy cheeks.

rafe knew that he had been a bit too harsh towards you, but he could tell that you needed some tough love — i mean, what was wrong with some redirection? your head was too far up in the clouds, and that would end up getting you into trouble that not even your pretty and swollen smile would be able to get out of. and what kind of a man would rafe be, if he didn’t look out for you, keep an eye out for you … even if it meant that he stole a glance up your dress as you tearfully walked away from him.

[wegc]

just want hyunjin to slap me in the face a few times while im a drooly mess on my knees looking up at him >< anws how was ur day babess! - ♡ anon

GOEMDJEKE slapping kink is top TIER he would be so nervous at first :( he doesn’t wanna hurt his little angel :( oh, but how can he resist when your nuzzling your cute little head up against his palm, big, hopeful eyes peering up at him, silently begging :(

he’d do it softly at first, still testing the waters, until you bump your head against his crotch in protest, whining at him to go harder. he’ll just have to give his pretty baby what she wants right??? ahjekke he’d hate himself for the way his cock throbs at the sight of your teary and fearful eyes, or perhaps the way your cheeks become slightly bruised :(

[maggstar]

im thinking very inappropriate thoughts, i truly hate the way this man makes me feel, i need a hug or a shot

https://twitter.com/masterpiecehee/status/1682725223190396934?s=20

-♡

ps. i hope ure feeling better ! just wanted to check in also ^^

I feel better whenever I see your asks in my inbox, sweetie. 💕

This Hee screams sugar daddy for some reason.

The type who would spoil you with gifts and spontaneous presents such as jewelry or lingerie.

The type to take you to dates by either reserving the restaurant just for the two of you or booking a luxurious hotel room.

The type to take you to fashion shows of your favorite designer brand, buy you their clothes and accessories for special days.

The type to drink champagne with you as the two of you watch the sunset and celebrate new year or your anniversary.

The type to come home and wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your neck and ask if he could treat you with love.

The type to brush his hair back just like in the picture before kneeling down and lifting your skirt to leave soft kisses on your thighs as he trails his lips between your legs.

The type to fuck you in missionary or cowgirl, with him thrusting into you from underneath as he holds you close and whispers praises into your ear, thanking you for being the best lover he could wish for.

The type to lay in bed with you and hold you close in his arms, gently caressing your hair as the two of you talk about life for hours.

The type to wake you up with a breakfast in bed and kisses, bathe you while you rest on his chest, making out before rubbing against each others special parts, making slow and sensual love until you cannot catch your breath, entangling in each others lust.

[em1e]

i'm picturing foreign reader who doesn't speak japanese well, and they're on a walk with your favorite boy and suddenly they say "cock!" and point to a damn rooster.

wakasa who stares the rooster down before looking to you with a small frown. "rooster." he says. "cock."

shinichiro who blushes before realizing you were pointing to a stupid chicken. "uhm, yes. cock."

bonten!mikey who stares at you before acting like nothing happened and ignores the weird stares you two get as you continue repeating 'cock' to get him to pay attention to the stupid rooster

ran who laughs at you and teases you about it, making you feel like shit before he realizes he made you feel that way. works with you on your japanese <3

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i'm so glad u like your name <3

wakasa is honestly so appalled like .... pls ..... rooster, say it with me .... and you say 'cock' with such confidence he's just ...... ok fine whatever .... cock.

shinichiro who can't find it in himself to correct you at all, because technically you're not wrong right? so what's the point! (you're trying your best!!!!)

bonten!mikey who mysteriously gets you a japanese teacher after and when you ask him why the sudden interest!! he's just like oh ya know ..... wanna make sure you understand everything around you .....

and oh my god ran would be such an asshole about it pls !!! would not help you correcting you on how to say it, even when you're trying to repeat the word 'rooster' back to him after he says it, and would tease the ever-loving shit out of you until you frown and don't talk to him until he apologizes.

[irishvampirelady]

Can I request a Crowley x Female Reader, please. Where he finds out that although she's friends with The Winchesters & Hunts with them her personality is nothing like theirs. Her personality is more like a mix of Morticia & Wednesday Addams. Thanks in advance! ♡

Curiosity Killed The Demon

Crowley x F!Reader

This was such a cool one to do! I'm not really sure if you wanted this romantic or platonic, so I'm gonna go with platonic, but feel free to request a part 2 if you want it romantic!

Crowley looks at the stoic woman in front of him, a bit surprised. When he heard that she was coming, he expected someone like those denim wrapped nightmares, but instead he found you, and he was quite intrigued.

"Well well well, what have we here?" He smiles a bit, looking you over, "You aren't anything like Moose and Squirrel."

"You'd be correct in the statement." You say simply, twirling a knife a little, studying the demon in the three piece suit.

He steps closer, then catches the knife easily, a bit surprised that you actually had the nerve to throw it, "Well, aren't you the rude one?"

You allow yourself a slight smirk, "I'm simply having a bit of fun, that's all."

"Quite bold for a human."

"Boldness makes life interesting." You retort, then glance at your watch, curious to see how long it would take your fellow hunters to finally arrive.

"Waiting for someone?"

"A couple of other hunters. Too bad they forget that its rude to keep a lady waiting." He catches a hint of sarcasm in your voice, causing him to smile slightly.

He goes to answer, but hears the familiar rumble of the Impala's engine, "Well, it looks like they finally showed up. Unfortunately, that means I should be going now. I will be seeing you soon, then." He smiles a little more, then disappears.

You watch calmly as Sam and Dean rush in, "What took you so long, boys?"

"Where did that son of a bitch go?" Dean asks, looking around, slowly lowering his pistol.

Sam checks you over, "You're not hurt?"

"Careful Sam, people might think you are worried about me." You laugh slightly.

"You came face to face with the King Of Hell and don't even have a bruise! How did that even happen?" Sam looks confused.

"You underestimate me." You say simply, picking up your knife from the floor, dusting it off and putting it back in your pocket.

"Whatever, we'll catch him next time." Dean sighs, holstering his gun.

"Alright, I think I'm going to go for a walk. Its quite lovely at this time of night." You smile faintly.

"See you back at the hotel then. Call if you need anything." Dean smiles, patting you on the shoulder before heading back to the car, Sam following suit.

You smile to yourself, hoping to find a hunt all of your own. After all, the middle of the night is the best time to find a monster.

[richesthermit]

hii!! do you do inbox checks ? cuz if you do , can we have a look ? ^.^

I do! :) Here you go

❀ ┈ Last Life Lizzie moodboard with fairy themes ❀ ┈ Scene Scar stimboard ❀ ┈ Last Life Pearl and Scott stimboard with star and moon themes ❀ ┈ Scar layout (Preferably s7 wizard Scar) [Unspecified what social the layout is for, Will be a twt layout] ❀ ┈ HC s10 Shiny duo stimboard or moodboard ❀ ┈ Big dogs/Property police stimboard with dogs and shiny themes ❀ ┈ Rendog and Martyn matching pfps ❀ ┈ A Tango tumblr layout with red/flower themes

[buckys-little-belle]

Oooh... what coloring book did you get? :) ♡

Your recovery is up to you. If you felt up to going out, that is perfectly fine! Each person deals with the recovery differently. Just take it at your own speed ♡♡♡

I have been okay. Having a silly little treat for today (Valentine's day) with a yummy drink ♡ I hope you have a tasty little treat today and a reminder to love yourself so so so much ♡ Because you are worth so much love and care ♡

-♡

i got an animal colouring book! it’s got lots of cute animal pictures to colour and it’s nice and easy!!! my teeth are pretty much fully healed! i had to go back and get the left bottom one checked out because he hurt for a while, but it’s all good now luckily! i hope your valentine’s day treat was good! i bought myself some new bookmarks on valentine’s day which was my treat to myself! i hope things stay okay with you, or maybe even get better! i hope you had a good weekend too!!! <3

[still-with-koo]

we go down together

summary: i hope you see this ♡ anon. it’s a very rough, completely unedited version of what i saw in my head while listening to ‘we go down together’ by dove cameron & khalid

pairing: yoongi x reader

wc: 648 words

warnings: violence, reference to being held at knife-point, sexual innuendo

Your fingers linger over your jewel encrusted crown, the red rubies sparkling under the dim light of your tent. You asked for privacy and your guards granted it. But your loneliness remains, aching in your chest. The people expect their warrior princess to stake a claim to the strongest warrior on the battlefield but somehow none of them can even begin to fill the void in your chest.

The whoosh of an almost soundless drop draws your attention. But you don’t turn, knowing exactly who has joined you.

“How did you get past my guards?”

Yoongi smirks, not that you can see it.

“You need better guards,” he replies, adjusting his belt. “I would offer my services, but seeing as how they’re supposed to protect you from me… I’m probably not the ideal candidate.”

You can’t help but laugh as you turn to face him. He’s dressed all in black. He pulls away his hood to reveal long black hair, matted from sweat. He pushes a wet strand from his eyes and in that moment his eye catches yours, glimmering brighter than the rubies at your side.

“You look nice,” he says nonchalantly, as if it’s the appropriate thing to say in the situation.

Your eyes fall to your body and then back to him, a sly grin now tugging at his lips.

When you don’t reply, he scratches the back of his neck, his smile turning shy to your surprise. He looks more youthful than you expected for a mercenary like him. The years of war should have excised any boyish charm he had left.

“Ok, Yoongi. Enough of the chitchat. How do you want to do this,” you ask, leaning back against the table as you size him up. “Do you want to hand yourself over to my guards like a good boy,” you continue, raising a brow, “or shall we dance?”

A hand reaches towards his sheathed sword and he steps forward.

You interject. “Close the distance and your head will roll.”

“I would like to see that.”

“What else would you like to see?” Your mouth shuts automatically. You did not intend to say that. It just kind of slipped out.

But Yoongi looks intrigued.

“If I said I would like to see you writhing beneath me, would you grant it?”

Instinctually you jump at him, shoving him against the rickety armoire, your dagger at his throat. He doesn’t look as surprised as you’d hoped.

And then you realize your mistake.

A sharp object pokes at your rib, just enough to give you a sense of how sharp it is. His thumb rests against your bare skin beside it as if readying to carve you whole like an apple.

“Ah, you’re just as feisty as I remember,” he says, smiling before he adds, “and even more impulsive.”

He expects you to back off. You can see it in his eyes. But instead you shove him harder, eliciting a grunt from him and nearly toppling the armoire behind him. His knife leaves your body for a split second and you reach for it.

In that moment, he grabs your wrist and twists you around, pulling you backwards into him. Hard.

With his knife now against your throat, you sigh in resignation. “Well played,” you say, your free hand falling to your side. “What do you want?”

He leans into your ear, humming in thought, his warm breath hitting the exposed skin on your neck. Goosebumps prickle at your skin.

“On with it,” you snipe as you try to pull away. “Don’t drag this out longer than you need to, Yoongi. My guards will be coming in any moment.”

“You’re worried for my safety, are you?”

You scoff. “Of course not. I just want this over with.”

He tsks at you, pulling you tighter. “So impatient,” he says, chuckling. “What do I want, you ask?”

“Yes,” you grunt, “what is it that you want?”

“You.”

[goldienectar]

Now this account is gonna get ruined by the horny asks😞

'm kinda thinking about moving horny/weird/random asks and anons and shit here and maybe focus on the yan/dark content ones in the @godnectar acc like in the beginning yk 🤡

[godnectar]

how would your yans react to a darling who has painful periods?? (i’m trying to cope rn)

kinda quick and simple,, but perfect timing bc 'm agonizing rn– also need y'all to keep sending lil' asks like this bc I gotta write something 🥹🫶 sending u big mwah

the type who actually has some knowledge on periods and understands how bad it can arrive to be, doing his best to be there and make his darling feel better most of the time, whether by giving you small massages, making sure you're warm and comfy, always having little snacks and the period painkillers of your preference, and knowing when to give you space and when to embrace his beloved in the sweetest way.

yandere professor, sugar daddy, husband, assistant, househusband, scientist + upcoming bodyguard, doctor, nurse, soldier, and dilf!

the type who doesn't really know much about how it functions and probably how bad cramps can even be, but still tries to help in the loveliest way possible. he might not understand the difference between day and night pads, but he certainly knows that there are possibilities of bonbons and kisses helping you feel more relaxed and cherished.

yandere pup, florist, crush, himbo + upcoming nerd, shy boy, best friend, model, spirit!

the type who you could say knows the basics... and probably a bit too much, as when it comes to relieving the pain and relax, it usually goes for the not so wholesome methods, hands rubbing up and down your sore thighs, and arms wrapped around your tummy to keep it warm while he presses from behind, hot kisses being left on the skin of your neck to try and see if he can get his angel in the mood and take really nice care of you.

yandere bully, jock, cheater, nsfw writer, vampire, neighbor, pervert, slasher + upcoming ex-boyfriend, pirate, werewolf, biker, pharaoh, tutor, boss!

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[vampcubus]

Imagine Muzan not realizing we have him wrapped around our finger 🤭

-♡

i think he knows but wants us to think he isn’t

[miserablelove]

a little life has become such a comfort read for me omg... i'm gen so grateful that you introduced me to it

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this makes me so happy i could cry oh my god

[wegc]

hii! i first wanna start of with saying ur blog is the cutest like omg >< twoo can i be anon ♡? (if not ofc i understand!)

three i have a hard thought and i thought why not ask the person with the best mind to exist like plzz :3 okay but calling channie old man and then him fucking u proving that hes not.... like jdjdjdjdjdjsdhs. u found the jokes silly and funny and like chan has such old man humor (which makes me adore him more) 🐾 like imagine him thrusting into you while asking u "am i an old man now pretty girl" AHHH! and ik chan wouldent take it seriously he just wanted to fuck u . <3

hi baby!! thank you so much, first of all, and yes teehee u can be ♡anon!

aaa because why is this the hottest thing ever … i wanna annoy chan so bad because he’s so hot and scary while angry and i just know his stare will make you feel so small ><

and i think this scenario is so fitting if you’re slightly younger than him too! of course he’s not actually angry—he finds you so fucking cute when you’re all bratty and teasing, poking and tugging on his shirt, giggling in his face. he’ll let you have your fun for a while until it’s time to teach you a lesson!

he finally snaps when you go a little too far—“all in good fun!” you’d say, nuzzling your face into his neck with a shy smile, but how can he let you get away with saying that because he’s so old, he may not even be able to fuck you right?

he’s not extremely rough! a couple spanks on your ass should do the trick, and he’ll press soft, lingering kisses and licks to your face as he did so, wiping away your tears and watching your eyes roll back when his thrusts become more punishing. chris would go extra fast, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave them sore and aching, and he’ll go again, and again, and again, until you finally beg him to stop.

“can’t handle it anymore, baby? you weren’t expecting this out of me, hm?”

“does daddy not fuck you hard enough? is it not deep enough? am i too old or is your little cunt too greedy? my little insatiable girl, yeah?”

“you weak little thing. you like this, don’t you? is it too much now?”

[maggstar]

okay, please bear with me, i dont think ive ever written a hard thought before but!!! ive been thinking about this (btw this written by a very tired uni student….) so,

after all the exams chaos, u finally get to spend a peaceful night in with ur boyfriend heeseung and that evening turns into a night full of slow, passionate sex -  praising and  words of adoration, hee worshiping u and telling u that u dont even need to think anymore but anything, saying how good u were and how proud he is and all u need to do is just lay there and enjoy his reward for being his smart princess <3

yes. im shy now. 

ps. i just wanted to join this, was this dirty enough? 

-♡

oh gosh, you're precious.

He would be sweet about it, telling how proud he is of your hard work. The praises would be overflowing, from him praising you for how hard you've been grinding for everything to him calling you the most clever girl he knows.

The night would be so calm and chill, just him enjoying your presence after so long, getting rid of all your stress that had gathered up. He would have you lying on your chest, kissing your neck and back, all the way down to your ass, massaging it in his hands before moving to your entrance.

He wouldn't immediately dive in, but rather tease you with the tip of his tongue, merely touching your clit. Still, he wouldn't make you wait too long, just playing around for a while before spreading his saliva all over your walls and entrance, poking into it impatiently. His fingers would slide in easily, one by one to stretch you out, mouth still focused on circling your aching clit.

The intercourse in itself would be chill, just you and him and nothing else.

"Good job, baby. I told you that you could do it. Look at my hardworking girl that I love so much. I'm proud of you, baby. So so much."