#Requests Open

[sharieb]

Can I request headcanons where Lads men reacting to being alone with Non MC Reader, because MC tricked both of them to hanging with the three of them, to ditch them on the day itself so both of them can go on a date please? But Reader reassured him that he doesn't need to be considerate and stay!

Left on Read, Right into His Arms

pairings: LADs x Non-Mc reader (you)

Genre: Fluff, slight Humour

Writer's note: I literally just received this request earlier in the morning, and I kid you not, I had way too much fun making this. (sit in front of my laptop, crackling like a gremlin in front of my very weirded out, yet equally concerned brother) . Hope you all enjoy. (for bro's sake and sanity)

🍎Caleb

The moment you spot only one cup of tea at the table, your heart drops. No MC. No third seat filled. Just Caleb, serene as ever. Wait... she said she’d be here. She swore she’d drag Caleb along so we could hang out... together.

I check my comm. No response. Then a half-baked reply flashes across the screen: "Smth came up. You’ll be fine ;)"

“She ditched us,” Caleb murmurs, after glancing at his own message thread.

You knew it. She ditched you both. She left you alone with him.

What you don’t realise is that Caleb, though perfectly composed on the outside, is internally recalculating every breath, every sentence, every second. He’s never been good at surprise emotional proximity. 'She left us alone. Just us. And she knew. She knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool.'

“You don’t have to stay, Caleb.”

You flinched at how you blurted that, too quickly. “I mean, she tricked both of us. You probably have better things to do. I won’t be offended—”

He sets his tea down with deliberate calm, eyes locking on yours. “You think I’m here because she asked?”

Your breath catches. “Aren’t you?”

His tone softens, but it cuts straight through you: “She invited me, yes. But I stayed because you said you’d be here.”

Oh. Oh no. Oh gods, he knows.

“...You don’t mind?” you manage.

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t mind. Unless you do. But if you don’t... I’d like to finish this tea with you.”

🐦‍⬛ Sylus

The warehouse is empty. Silent. Only Sylus and you, standing awkwardly in the echo of MC’s absence. She said she needed backup. She said we’d all be together. She knew I wouldn’t say no if Sylus was coming...'

You flick open your comm. Still no reply. One message marked "Read." Nothing more. 'She did this on purpose. She set me up with him. Alone.'

What you don’t know is that Sylus had already figured it out hours ago, and he's been pacing mentally ever since. He won’t admit it, but his heart jumped the second he realised it’d just be the two of you. 'Don’t act too eager. Don’t say something soft. You’re Sylus, not some idiot with heart-eyes. But damn it, she’s looking at you like that again—and now I can't stop thinking about how cute she is when she panics. Careful, or you'll end up saying something stupidly sweet by accident.' “That damn brat,”

Sylus huffs, reading something on his end. “She planned this.”

Your chest tightens. “Y-Yeah. You don’t have to stay, y’know. If she ditched us, you don’t have to suffer through awkward silence with me.”

He turns sharply, lips twitching into a crooked smirk. “You think I’m suffering? That’s adorable. Maybe I’m just here to see how red your face gets when you realise it’s just us.”

You freeze. “I mean-...not suffering suffering. Just. You didn’t ask for this. You probably had something better to do, and she just—”

He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of metal and spice. “You really think I need her to manipulate me into being near you?”

Your brain bluescreens. “I thought... she was the only reason you...”

Your words trail off.

He chuckles low, almost fondly. “You’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited to be this close to you, without her between us, little Dove.”

You are not breathing. Someone call Dr. Zayne.

❄️ Zayne

It was supposed to be a calm lunch. MC said she needed both of you to “decompress.” She even picked the café.

Zayne and you wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. You try calling her. No answer. You send a quick text: "Hey? You coming?"

No reply. Then, finally, a notification buzzes. A too-cheerful, clearly pre-written message: "Sorry! Something came up. You two have fun ;)" Wait. Wait, no. She set this up. Oh god. Oh, stars above.

Your heart starts thudding like it’s trying to kick through your ribs. You force a smile and glance at Zayne, who’s just started sipping his tea with unnerving composure.

Realising what was going on, Zayne’s calm face remains as a mask, while on the inside, he’s panicking. Okay, this is not good. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I make a fool of myself? But mostly... what if she thinks I don’t like her? “Hey, um... You don’t have to stay anymore.”

You say a bit too fast, trying not to visibly panic. “She clearly bailed. And this probably wasn’t... what you signed up for.”

Zayne blinks, caught mid-sip, then carefully places the cup down like it’s suddenly fragile. “Do I seem uncomfortable to you?” “No! I mean-...not at all. I just... I didn’t want you to think you had to be here just because-” “Because of her?”

Zayne asks, and it’s so gentle, so awkwardly sincere, you nearly combust.

You nod weakly, fiddling with the edge of your napkin. “Yeah. I mean... I thought maybe you were being polite.”

Zayne opens his mouth. Closes it. Looks to the side. Then finally mutters, “I don’t do things out of politeness. Not when it comes to you.”

Your heart stumbles. He clears his throat like it physically hurt to say that much. “You really thought I needed her here to want to see you?”

Zaynee adds, quieter now as he gazed at you. “I wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for you. Honestly, I almost cancelled when I thought it was just a group thing.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait-...you did?”

He gives the tiniest nod, ears turn the softest shade of pink. “I’m... not great with crowds. Or surprises. But I’m glad it turned out like this.”

“You are?” you breathe. “Only if you are,”

He replies quickly, eyes wide like he just realised he might’ve said too much, and his ears are now tinged a bright red.

The tension shifts... still awkward, still tender, but it’s sweet. And it’s yours.

🎨 Rafayel

The gallery is loud with art but silent between you. Just you and Rafayel. No MC. She told me it’d be a trio visit. Said she wanted me to see what he’s working on. But she’s not here. She’s not even answering my calls.

You check again. Finally, a single text: "This was for you two anyway. Enjoy <3" MC… you didn’t.

What you miss is Rafayel’s subtle shift; he’s been mentally rehearsing lines he never thought he’d need to say. All while acting unfazed. She left me with her. Alone. Don’t panic. You’ve had weeks to practise for this. “Ahh, abandoned again,”

Rafayel sings boredly, spinning lazily on his heel. “She’s clever, I’ll give her that.”

Your throat started to dry out from nervousness. “You don’t have to hang around, y’know. You probably had your own plans-”

“Plans?” Rafayel echoes, mock-offended. “Cutie, I cleared my whole afternoon the moment I heard you’d be here.”

You blink once, then two more times at what you just heard. “But... she was the one who invited-” “To see what I was painting?”

He steps closer, a rare seriousness in his gaze. “I wanted you to see it. Her being here... was just noise.” Okay. Okay. Heart, slow down. “You’re not... upset?” “That she ditched us?”

Rafayel grins as he took you hand in his. “Only because it ruined her chance to watch me fall for you in real time.”

✨ Xavier

You were supposed to stargaze. MC said she had a new telescope attachment. Said it’d be relaxing. Said you could all use the quiet.

But only one blanket’s here. One figure is seated on the hill with you. Xavier.

You check your comm. One reply: "He needs this. You do too. Trust me."

Then radio silence. She did this on purpose.

Xavier sits calm and still, but beneath the surface, his mind is already spiralling. What if I say the wrong thing? What if she leaves? I can't lose this moment. Not when it's finally just us. “You don’t have to stay.”

You murmur, fumbling with the hem of your baggy, oversized sweater. “It’s fine. You didn’t sign up for this.”

Xavier doesn’t look away from the sky as he replies. “Why would I leave?” “Because it’s just me now. And you don’t owe me-”

He finally turns to look at you. “I don’t stay out of obligation. I stayed because you were going to be here.”

The silence between you stretches. Soft. Fragile. “I thought... You only ever wanted peace. Quiet.” “And I find that in you. She knew it. That’s why she didn't come along.”

You’re not sure what’s brighter, the stars or the feeling blooming in your chest.

[monzabee]

mr work dork and miss work dork lover - s. reid

criminal minds masterlist ||

Summary: spending an early morning with Spencer before both of you need to go to work.  

Pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

Word Count: 0.9k 

Warnings: kissing, gilmore girls reference (we can be friends if you caught that)   

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

“Look who’s awake, sleepyhead.” You hear his voice before you open your eyes. How he knows you’re awake, you’ll never know, but you imagine it has something to do with the fact that he profiles people for a living.  

You whine out intelligible words that Spencer can’t quite comprehend, but then he manages to understand between your whines, “I’m still sleeping, stop making conversation with me.” 

Spencer chuckles, his voice warm with amusement. “Technically, if you’re still sleeping, you wouldn’t be talking.” 

You groan in protest, burying your face deeper into the pillow. “Stop using logic against me.” 

You hear the rustle of fabric as he shifts beside you, and then the unmistakable weight of an arm draping over your waist. He’s warm, the kind of comforting warmth that makes it even harder to want to leave the bed. “I read a study once that said waking up to a familiar voice can make the transition from sleep to consciousness much easier,” he muses, his fingers lazily tracing patterns against your hip. 

You peek an eye open, glaring at him half-heartedly. “I hate that you make everything sound like a lecture.” 

Spencer grins, unfazed. “And yet, you still keep me around.” 

You let out an exaggerated sigh, finally turning toward him. “That’s because I tolerate you.” 

His smile softens as he leans in slightly, his breath warm against your cheek. “Oh? Just tolerate me?” 

You hum, feigning deep thought. “Well… tolerate, like, adore—same thing.” He laughs, and the sound is so light, so full of something fond, that you can’t help but smile, too. His fingers continue their lazy movements against your skin, lulling you into that perfect space between wakefulness and sleep again. “Five more minutes?” you mumble, already snuggling closer. 

Spencer presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “We really need to get up for work, angel.” 

“But Spence,” you drag out his name, whining, “I thought you loved me.” 

“I do love you.” He says, chuckling as he presses a kiss onto your pouty lips, “But our bosses won’t be too happy with us if we’re late now, will they?” 

You scoff, “Hotch loves me.” 

Spencer huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Hotch tolerates you.” 

You gasp, scandalized, finally prying your eyes open to glare at him. “That is not true. He has a soft spot for me.” 

Spencer raises a skeptical brow. “Hotch has a soft spot for Jack. Maybe for Rossi’s cooking. But you?” 

“Yes, me,” you insist, propping yourself up on an elbow. “Remember that one time I brought him coffee before a case, and he actually smiled?” 

Spencer tilts his head, pretending to consider. “That was more of a… mild decrease in his usual frown.” 

You roll your eyes, flopping dramatically back onto the mattress. “You just don’t want to admit that I’m his favorite.” 

Spencer hums, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face. “You are my favorite,” he murmurs, voice softer now. 

You feel your heart stutter at the sincerity in his tone. He always does that, throws out some offhanded, devastatingly sweet comment like it’s nothing. Like it’s the easiest truth in the world. Smiling, you reach up, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. “Well, you’re mine, too. Even if you do use statistics against me before I’ve had coffee.” 

Spencer grins, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll make you a deal—if you get up now, I’ll grab us coffee on the way in.” 

You groan, burying your face in his chest. “Fine. But only because I love you more than sleep.” 

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll take it.” 

“Can I at least get a kiss first before you make me leave our warm bed?” Spencer smiles, leaning in, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips. You can feel his breath against your skin, the warmth of him so close, and you tilt your head slightly in anticipation. Just as his lips are about to brush yours, he suddenly pulls away, smirking. You blink, momentarily stunned. “Spencer Reid, did you just—” 

He’s already rolling off the bed, stretching like he didn’t just completely leave you hanging. “We’re going to be late,” he teases, heading toward the dresser. 

You throw a pillow at him, groaning in frustration. “Work dork!” 

He laughs, catching the pillow mid-air and tossing it back onto the bed. “Work dork lover,” he calls back, grinning at you. 

You narrow your eyes. “Not anymore. You’ve lost your privileges.” 

Spencer raises a skeptical brow. “Oh, really?” 

“Yep. No forehead kisses, no hand holding, no cuddles—” Before you can finish, he’s already moving back toward the bed. In a blur of long limbs and mischievous intent, he cages you in beneath him, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your head. 

“You sure about that?” he murmurs, tilting his head as he studies you. 

You swallow, suddenly very aware of how close he is. “M-maybe…” 

Spencer’s smirk deepens. “Maybe?” 

Your resolve crumbles when he dips down, lips ghosting over your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth—but not quite kissing you. “You’re the worst,” you whisper, your fingers gripping his shirt. 

He finally presses a lingering kiss to your lips, slow and teasing, before pulling back just enough to grin at you. “Still the worst?” 

You exhale, dazed. “I take it back. Work dork lover is acceptable.” 

Spencer laughs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before standing up. “Come on, angel. Coffee’s waiting.” 

And, as much as you hate to admit it, he wins this round. 

[robiberon]

Hiii i wanted to say i love your art :3 and this might be a bit dumb but i love how in the art of eowyn in the fourth age you show at least part of a naked body without making it inherently sexual. I feel like today, its a bit of a hard concept for people to grasp that being naked doesn’t equal smut. But anyway!!

And if you feel like making it, i would live to see more farawyn art from you, and or eowyn and merry snd faramir snd pippin art :)

Thank you so much!

It's not dumb at all! i also get annoyed when ppl sexualise every bit of exposed skin :') and i think it's such a shame, too, because we miss out on the vulnerability that comes with showing one's body (esp when there are scars/ visible marks of trauma and stuff)! it's some good shit! let ppl be naked! also naked bodies can be pretty without being sexual!

Anyway, i always feel like making farawyn art <33

you can even have another sketch as a treat:

[1-800-local-slut]

Thinking About...

I kinda need to see JJ Maybank x absolutely unhinged kook reader. Specifically season one JJ. Like if you think JJ’s bad wait until you see her, she chokes him out during sex. I need to see JJ Maybank with a woman who doesn’t even try to fix him, she knows he’s perfect and there’s nothing even close to wrong with him. And compared to her, JJ is an angel!

How can his anger issues even come close to hers? They can’t, simple.

And she knows the rest of the pouges but she isn’t anti-kook, who would realistically hate being rich. Really think about it.

But because JJ and Rafe could be literal parallels of each other, if JJ likes you, Rafe has some twisted obsession with you.

Really really follow me here, it gets a little crazy. At first, like in the first season he naturally scorns the idea of you because he’s Rafe Cameron and he doesn’t need a girl. But season two, when he’s all over his weird family obsession thing he sees you.

You’ve run in the same social circles your entire life, your families are on the same level. You would be perfect. When he takes over everything, you would just fit right in beside him. He thinks, you two would have a kid or two, and live an amicable married life.

Too bad he’s disgusted with you dating JJ. You’re part of one of the most prestigious families on the island, not to mention some mainland business he never cared to look in on, but you’re a big deal. Hanging out with a kleptomaniac with mental issues. It was weird to say the least.

Until one night, at a party he discovers exactly what JJ sees in you. And what it is, is that you are also insane.

You get into a fight with your dad, something about your mom. Then you black out, in the middle of this fancy party, and you just flat out tell him that you’ll kill him if he keeps playing with you.

Your eye is twitching, you’re just staring at him with such rage and defiance that it’s truly inspiring. And Rafe just falls in love but he’s never going to admit that.

You’re bugging out in the middle of this party, and no one even knows what to say. And then you just snap back. You snap right back to reality, straighten your spine and just leave. You leave and no one sees you for weeks.

Except for JJ who has been climbing in your bed room window. And has been applauding you for finally telling your dad what to do with his fancy ass words. And also has been getting you really high. And has also been having sex with you while really high. It’s been a great time away from society.

Rafe hasn’t been having a great time without you though, he couldn’t stop thinking about the intensity of your stare when you told your father what you were going to do if he kept it up. He even giggled and blushed a little when he recalled it.

But what could Rafe even do? You aren’t his biggest fan, JJ wouldn’t even let him close to you. There’s like no chance of him home wrecking this relationship which he would so love to do but mostly it wasn’t worth JJ drowning him in some violent rage because then Rafe would have to kill him and then you’d really hate him. So he was stuck, thinking about you and how you looked like if it wasn’t for all those people watching you, you would’ve gone farther than a threat.

Maybe it’s because Rafe has his own complex feelings towards his dad and what not but seeing someone else at a party who was also so far removed from reality, who was clearly also struggling with their place and their own mind but had enough of a grasp on herself to chose to leave was so…revitalizing.

JJ loves you, no matter how ‘evil’ you are. A totally different level. But you aren’t evil like psychopath, you’re evil like no one else understands you.

No one understands how deeply you love and feel things. How these deep feelings drive you to do and say crazy shit. And why should you have to change? Whoever is lucky enough to receive how much you love and feel is blessed. And JJ was ecstatic that you loved him. That you cared for him, that you feel so strongly for him.

You’re an unhinged messed, literally a wild card pulled straight from the deck. And JJ loves you.

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This is just an array of thoughts. I need to see JJ with a woman who understands him, because I really feel like my man is so misunderstood sometimes. Anyways, bye for now!

[infectedrpd]

✞⠀┈⠀⠀Heartstopper themed masks⠀⠀𓂃

₊﹚⠀req by⠀;⠀anon

₊﹚⠀f2u /w⠀;⠀credits + reblogs

₊﹚⠀minor edits allowed

⠀†⠀f2u without credit only if requester.⠀†

[muted--dreamer]

Takinggg crk art requests in my askbox cause I just want things to do

They likely won't all be pretty finished pieces but yk, I would like to practice some stuff at the very least

And, as a treat, here's a doodle I did on my phone over the past few days (started on Tuesday while on a bus and "coloured" the other night)

I kind of wanted to attempt some rendering on it but I don't actually think I'll get around to it

[ghastly-artist]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't replied (or read) any DMs yet, I've been having a difficult last couple of days, been grieving the loss of a friend and all that.

Today was a particularly difficult day, I was (am) quite sad.

If anyone wants to send me asks for me to read later when I get home from walking my beloved Doggo 💜 I'd love that!

I'm taking art requests at the moment (I can't guarantee that I'll draw EVERYTHING, but I sure will do my best for my followers/and do my best for anons too! 🩷).

(some will only be sketches and some might get finished, and I might not be inspired by some others but I thank you in advance for taking the time to send them).

My current and favorite Fandoms are : Final Destination Bloodlines (especially Erik) The 100 (Murphy my beloved) + Murphamy, Merlin BBC (Merthur), Jeanmarco (haha the good old days :') ) and Steddie. I have some more but I have adhd and I got distracted, so that's all I can think of for the moment 😂 😂

ANY ships within those Fandoms are welcome, this is a safe space for everyone to do whatever the heck you want (as long as you stay nice and respectful) ! 🩷

Also I love Whump soo 👀 That's welcome too 😂.

Ahhh, I miss when people would just come write unhinged AU stories or fanfictions or elaborate drawing ideas inside your DMs and you'd get feral with other fans and send back and forth reblogs with stories and fanart and enable an entire Fandom doing so haha 😂

Sorry I'm being a nostalgic old fart tonight!

I'll be back later now ~ see you in a couple of hours sorry ~

[lucimsgojo]

The devil is near... (?

[6feathered6siren6]

I’ve had this thought for a while,

What if the MC was a cannibal but when they joined the server nobody knew until one day it just comes out. Like imagine Angles reaction 😭

Savory Dishes

Authors note: I wrote this quickly, but I enjoyed writing this. Might continue this as Angel x Reader making dinner together, or reader making them soup while Angel is sick. Dunno yet. Anyway, please stay hydrated during this heatwave. Enjoy o7

Trigger warnings:

Human meat/cannibalism

Prepping human meat for dishes

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Addictive. Savory, and delicious. It was hard to get human meat, either from having to kill or getting it on the black market. But human meat was your go to meat. It was better than other products you have tried in the past. 

Prepping and making food with it was an adventure of its own, since there weren't many recipes out there to get. From stew to skewers to sandwiches. But not only from prepping but testing each part was also a journey. 

–

It’s been a couple months since you found this weird server you have been invited to. And with the jokes you have been hearing, Angel was also a cannibal like you, though they have denied it often, so you don’t know if it was true. But the server has been fun, learning how each one kills to their own personal adventures in life. 

You checked the server through your phone as you cooked. Making yourself a version of stew with human meat, it was a bit of a process, but it was worth it. You watch the server plan a voice call with little plan, just a random call with a small topic about killing. You just shrugged and figured to join later. 

Once you were done, you got a bowl of your stew, letting the stew to cool down further before putting it away. Getting onto your computer, clicking it on, and waiting for it to boot before joining the server’s discord. 

Joining in, there was mostly everyone, except Ai hua and Vince. But there was everyone, and they were on the topic of body parts. From what you could catch. 

“Look, if there has to be a part to eat, I would say it would be a thigh!” Luca yelled into your speakers. 

“Luca,” Feli dragged out the word as her boyfriend finished his turn. “Why do you have to bring this up again?”

“Why not, Fel, this has to be a conversation with the rest of the server!” 

Feli groaned. 

Ronin spoke, even though you couldn’t see his face, you see he was pleased with talking about eating people. “Yeah, Angel, this should be a topic up your alley.” He chuckled. 

“Really, Ro?” Angel groaned, you can see her eyes roll even though you can’t see her.

Misaki patted their desks as they got excited, “Oh, oh! The eyes have to be good! Right? They are like gushers or a popping dumpling.”

You paused from lifting your fork to your mouth to speak. “Nah, they taste nasty. They are really nasty, I would say neck or upper torso.” Then take a bite of the stew.

The VC became quiet. Like deathly quiet. 

“HUH?!” That was the only thing you heard before the VC crashed on you, kicking you out. Somehow, it took a moment, before you join back in. 

“Sorry about that,” You said. “I got randomly kicked out. Now what happened?”

“READER!” Misaki yelled out. 

Ronin spoke, “Guess Angel isn’t alone eating us. We got another to help her. Guess you gotta share now, Angel.” 

Angel groaned. 

“Yes, Misaki?” You said, mid-bite.

“Cannibal? You? I thought you just… y’know kill people but eat them too?”

“Yes, I eat people, I’m eating human stew, which by the way, perfectly made.”

V was weirdly silent, but it might be because he’s just listening in. 

“So that’s why you know!” Luca yelled out, “You eat them!”

You snort.

“Look, if you know how to cook it, bring the Saint with you, I’m sure she would enjoy your time making a divine dish.”

Angel was also quiet, you didn’t notice, but befores you could worry about anything. She said, “That would be interesting.”

—

From that day, they demanded some photos of the food you eat. Sandwiches with sliced meat, bbq ribs, and so much more, there were days where you were asked for recipes. But they were shocked with how much experience you have with human meat. But then again, it was your preferred meat.

[reality-itself-but-magic]

boosting this because I WANT REQUESTS AJDHSKDJDJ

Writing requests open!!

As a celebration for hitting 50 followers, I've decided to start taking writing requests!

— Word count will most likely be 1-3k words ^^

— I'm offering headcanon lists and oneshots, maybe twoshots if someone requests a sequel

— Fandom-wise, I'll be writing star wars exclusively. Currently, I'm only taking prompts for these anything involving the clones and pre-empire Jedi (especially Ahsoka Tano, The Disaster Lineage, and Quinlan Vos).

— I'd love to do reader-inserts and reader/character but! I'm not comfortable doing any romantic /reader prompts. I might write the odd canon/canon romantic pairing but romantic fic really isn't my thing (aroace gang rise up).

Boundaries:

— I will not be writing NSFW.

— I reserve the right to just not answer your prompt - y'alls ideas are awesome but sometimes the inspiration just doesn't hit 😔

I'll be writing in slots of three! Currently 0/3 taken.

Format: feel free to make a request as hyperspecific or vague as you'd like! Specify if you want something romantic or i'll assume it's familial.

[minimiance]

size difference kink but in the “i grew up being made fun of for being chubby so now the idea of a giant of a man being able to toss me around and tower over me without making my weight a problem makes me really horny” way, you get what im saying?

[bunnis-fanfics]

NSFW

“Don’t you want a kiss?”

You whined at him ur boyfriend as he teased you, his fingers knuckle deep in your needy cunt. Today, you were a bit bratty and he was tired of that.

“Please…” you murmured, your lip wobbling. He chuckled at you, curling his fingers to hit that special spot that had you cumming again. “I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a brat…”

This made him coo, and he finally leaned down to give you a sloppy, heated kiss. Finally getting to taste his tongue and feel him explore your mouth and you cumming again, squeezing his fingers.

“I see you’re done being such a brat. Maybe I’ll let you have my cock tonight if you act right.”

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GOJO|| GETO|| TOJI|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| CHROLLO|| KURAPIKA|| EREN|| ARMIN|| REINER|| ERWIN|| LEVI|| DILUC|| CHILDE|| YOUR FAV

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

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|| GOJO|| GETO|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| TOJI|| KAEYA|| AVENTURINE|| DILUC|| SCARA|| RENGOKU|| SANEMI|| KURAPIKA|| ILLUMI|| CHROLLO

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Stiles and His Horny Girl

I want this white man in my guts, but I can't have that so instead we get this. Enjoy :)

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You two are horny, almost all the time. Stiles, who played with himself twice a day before you got together and who damn near couldn't keep his hand out of his pants at any given moment

I feel like being in the pack with Stiles would be so stressful but make the sex so worth it

Like, it would be really, really frustrating to have no one listens to him. And when Stiles get stressed, he tends to lash out physically. Even if it's just about something like where they should all get lunch that evening.

So, you always benefit

Like when no one wanted to listen to Stiles about something being wrong with Lydia's front tire, and then the car broke down on the highway, then he had to change the tire with Scott in 97 degrees under the California sun

That night, he came home and had one of your legs over his shoulder while he whispered degrading words in your ear that had to shaking responding to ever nasty thing he said with an affirmative

Noah always knew Stiles was a bit more...excited than some teenagers. The last time he borrowed Stile's laptop, he almost had to bleach his eyes. He just didn't need to know about his son's preferences and now he just knows way too much. And since then, he hasn't been able to look at Stiles the same.

He always hoped that Stiles's delusions about sex wouldn't hinder him in a real relationship, but the noise canceling headphones he had to buy said otherwise.

You just looked so nice! When you came in for the first time, charming and sweet, he was sure that Stiles would have to try being normal for a bit. Then he came home one night and heard a moan that had him scared he'd be a grandfather soon.

No one expects you two to be the way you are. Except for Scott, he's been subjected to hearing Stiles's insane thoughts about you for the past two years since you transferred in the school. Like that time, they ran into you at the mall when you had on biker shorts and the minute you turned to walk off Stiles went from sweet, cute Stiles, to scaring the crap out of Scott with how badly he was describing his need for you.

And you were no better. Your friends were damn near victims. Hearing about how hard you fucked yourself while thinking about Stiles, seeing you turn into an entirely different person whenever he was close by. Why you wanted this guy to throw you around like a rag doll was a mystery to your friends. I mean, sure they knew he was handsome. You just had thoughts about Stiles that would kill a nun.

Honest to God, I don't know which one of you is worse. It's probably Stiles to be honest, you do egg him on though.

You don't care where you are, you want him real bad sometimes. Even if that's in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night (y'all are dying first in a slasher movie for sure) and you two are supposed to be investigating something. You'll push him against a tree, before you're making out and unbuckling his belt. He can't exactly argue when the feeling of you giving him a handjob through his boxers is making his head spin and his tip leak. Somehow you try end up dry humping (BRING BACK DRY HUMPING) before your entire body is shuddering, and Stiles is gripping your hips with his eyes shut while he stains a pair of his boxers.

Your werewolf friends have had the misfortune of hearing you two. No one, and I mean not one of them, needed to know that you like being choked. Or that Stiles liked being bitten. You two don't do stuff in front of people, because that just gives creep so that's not the move but it's not your fault half of the town has supernatural hearing. Honestly at a certain point they should just stop coming over at night.

There are times when you two are apart and can't go at it for a while. Stiles will beat his dick raw; the man is addicted to you. He's obsessed. He's pathetically rewatching videos of you two. You deepthroating him until your eyes are red and teary. You bouncing on his cock while scratching down his abs. Him eating you out while you urge him on with moans of his name. Oh, and the videos of him hitting it from the back with a hand tangled in your braids while you squeal moans of approval. It doesn't help that you both have a really high sex drive so he's basically getting laid every day then has to go to getting absolutely nothing for probably months. It's also worse because he's madly in love with you and sex helps him feel so close to you.

If you're smart forget about it. Stiles is smart but he can't focus at all. You help him by studying with him, and Stiles could listen to you talk literally all day. Then about three hours in he's focusing on your lips and the way they pucker just a bit when you bite the inside of your cheeks to focus. Somehow, he ends up slowly kissing you until you're laying down. Then oops! He's eating you out while you expertly deep throat him with your hips wiggling from the stimulation.

To cut a long ass story short, y'all are freaked the fuck out, that's it. And neither of you want it any other way.

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Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.

He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.

It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!

So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.