#anon♡

[stargirlstabber]

hi, i’m sorry if this a tad weird i’ve never really written a request before (i hope you can forgive me😭) but i’ve been thinking WEEKS now about simon with a single!mon reader but her kid is not a baby or little child. instead it’s a teenager, around 13-16 years maybe…

it’s all i can think about lately because, how would simon treat the child, how would he try to ‘gain their trust’ but also, how would the child react to their mother having a boyfriend? are they protective, or happy or sad, angry?

i hope this is not too much and it’s absolutely okay if you don’t write about thinks like that but i just needed to share it with someone😭

have a good day, i like you🫶🏼

awww anon this is so cuuute, thank you. it's not weird by any means. you may have a good day as well ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

simon with a single!mom girlfriend

featuring. simon riley

simon riley... he thinks he's so bad with kids, not sure if he treats them right. that's why he didn't want any kids himself.

but well... then you appeared in his life. with a 15 year old child from your marriage. failed marriage.

he'd try everything to get on their good side and build up a friendship with your teenager.

if it's a girl he'd watch tutorials on how to style hair or how put on nail polish.

on the other side if its a boy, he'd play football with him or basketball, buy him a new skateboard, ...

whatever a kids heart desires, he will do it

at first he was actually scared your kiddo wouldn't like him or would be dismissive

but it turned out the two of them became best friends

they spend lots of time together and sometimes you ask yourself whose boyfriend simon was; yours or from your kid with how much they are together

your kid's happy for you two and simon is happy

[entirelytoooobsessed]

geto... hair pulling....

it makes his brain short circuit<3

when he's sitting on your lap and you're making his head spin with the way that your lips press against his, hard and deep, nearly consuming him whole.

when you reach around and your fingers are tangling through the strands of his mussed up hair, tugging it back as his eyes widen and a throat, desperate moan crawls from his chest

pulling still as you shift your focus down to his neck, kissing and biting, making sure that you leave marks,

making sure he remembers that he's yours.

the way he squirms in your lap is different, needily humping himself against you like he can't contain himself. like he can't do anything but let his hands wander under your shirt and up your back, nails clawing into your skin.

you leave your mark and he'll leave his.

or,

tugging on his hair while you fuck him from behind.

dragging hoarse screams from his throat as your dick thrusts deep inside of him, his walls clenching around you.

it feels so good, too good. he can barely keep his eyes open, barely keep tears from running down his face. not when you're fucking him so good he can barely think straight.

burying his face in a pillow. sparing the neighbours he'll say, sparing himself the 'embarrassment' he knows.

his high needy moans, and throaty whimpers, the desperation that fills every noise he lets go, begging without words for more, more, more if his hole wasn't apparent enough, greedily pulling you back in every time you pulled out enough to teasingly just leave the tip inside.

but it's not fair for him to rob you of his noises, not when you're the one putting in all the work to make them.

nails digging into his scalp, roughly pulling him so you slam into him again, the sound skin against skin and his wail of pleasure.

the sight of his back arching and his eyes rolling back as his spent body trembles against yours.

heavy pants and mindless babble between sucking in breathes about how he can go on, he needs you to go on, he needs you to use him, fill him up, make him feel warm and loved and used<3

[lustfae]

New bounce-type breast implants- the more you jiggle them, the less jiggly and more plastic your tits get!

Oooh that could be like really fun!

So after a night of like playing or fucking someone they'd be all like full and plastic! The idea is like kinda hot♡

[bluukive]

wait actually 👀 ima need someone to turn that nanami body swap smau into an actual oneshot or something plz

GAH I wish I knew how to write one shots IF ANYONE DOES PLZZLZLZLZ TAG ME🙏🙏🙏

[ellieslittlewh0re]

Do you know what happened to the fic that was like a psycho Ellie at a boarding school?????

I think you’re talking about the one by lolasimms??She took down all her stuff I’m not entirely sure why 😔

[lxkeee]

A clue, my dear! Oh no, no, no. You'll easily guess who I am.

I am curious to know who my admirer is 👀

A question, have we interacted outside these anonymous asks? 🤔

[michethylene]

Actually I think you are entitled to have the world agree with you and give you a round of applause bc you are a woman in STEM 💪🥰

Thank you anon<333 love youuu

[ohmytyong]

what happens in kick it? and how is it related to the documentary? I don’t have disney plus srry

so it's the first episode of the documentary where mark and haechan talk about their childhoods and it gets pretty emotional

and then after that at the end of the episode there is a kick it performance and the energy of the song is so contrasted with what happens earlier in the episode so you can't really enjoy it after hearing about the members' struggles:(

also i don't have disney plus either but i watched it either way iykyk

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

So you've done cock sizes and squirting reactions for the LADS but what about how each of them cum/orgasm? Streams, spurts, a lot, a little? Holding close or gripping tight with hands? Pulling forward? Etc.

.☘︎ ݁˖ . HOW THEY CUM !

✧ paring : sylus, caleb, xavier, zayne, rafayel x reader (separate)

✧ tws : nsfw/smut, creampie, cow-girl, doggy style, sub!rafayel, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, biting, neck kissing and others!

Sylus is the type to cum hard and deep, letting out a low, breathy groan as his muscles tense up. His orgasms are intense but controlled—he doesn’t lose himself completely, but you can feel the power behind each thrust as he pushes in as deep as possible, holding you firmly against him like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He’s a spurter, releasing in thick, strong pulses that hit deep and leave a warmth that lingers. His grip tightens—whether it’s his hands around your waist, one wrapped in your hair, or fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps you in place. If he’s really lost in the moment, he’ll let out a quiet “Fuck—”under his breath, voice husky and slightly shaky.

If you’re riding him, he’ll pull you down flush against his chest at the last second, holding you still as he empties himself inside. He likes to feel every second of it, dragging it out by rolling his hips, making sure nothing goes to waste. Even after he cums, he doesn’t let go immediately—his hands linger, his breathing heavy as he presses lazy, possessive kisses against your skin, still reveling in the aftershocks.

Caleb is a slow builder when it comes to orgasm. He holds back, savoring every second, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer. When he finally lets go, it’s a long, shuddering release, his body trembling slightly as he pulses inside you. His cum doesn’t spurt out in thick shots—it seeps out in warm, steady waves, spilling deep and coating every inch. It’s messy, unhurried, and almost overwhelming.

His hands aren’t gripping tight like Sylus—Caleb’s more about holding you firm yet gentle, big hands resting heavy on your hips or sliding up your back to pull you close against his chest. If he’s behind you, his fingers will dig into your waist, guiding you slowly through the aftershocks as he catches his breath.

He’s not loud, but you’ll hear him—a sharp inhale, a low groan that vibrates against your skin, maybe even a whispered “That’s it, pipsqueak…” if he’s feeling particularly rough. And he doesn’t pull out immediately—he likes the feeling of being buried inside you, soaking in the heat and wetness, his lips brushing against your neck as he rides out the last waves of pleasure with slow, lazy rolls of his hips.

Xavier’s orgasm hits him like a slow-burning fire, one that builds into a sharp, almost unbearable peak before he goes still for a second—then completely unravels. His release isn’t about spurts or streams—it’s a deep, throbbing pulse, a thick warmth that just keeps flowing out of him, filling you up in heavy waves that seem to last longer than they should. You can feel every tight clench of his abs, every twitch of his cock inside you as he gives in completely.

In doggy style, he loses himself in the control, gripping your hair at the base of your skull and pulling just hard enough to arch your back perfectly for him. The moment he cums, he yanks you up onto your knees, keeping his chest flush against your back while his free hand locks onto your hip, forcing you still as he buries himself deep and stays there, making sure you take every last drop. His breathing is ragged against your ear, a rough growl of your name slipping past his lips, low and strained, like he’s fighting the urge to keep fucking into you through the aftershocks.

Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t let go right away. His hand in your hair loosens, fingers slipping down to cup your throat, thumb stroking your jaw as he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. And if you so much as try to move before he’s ready? His grip tightens again—a silent demand to stay right where you are.

Zayne’s orgasm is a slow, aching surrender—he tries to hold back, tries to draw it out, but when it hits, it’s unshakable. His release isn’t sharp or sudden; it’s a deep, rolling pleasure that spreads through his body like a slow wave. His cum seeps out thick and heavy, pouring into you in lazy, unhurried pulses that leave a deep warmth behind. He doesn’t tense up completely—instead, his muscles shudder subtly, his breath hitching as he lets out a quiet, gritted groan that melts into a low chuckle.

With you on your knees, ass up, he runs a warm palm over your skin, fingers squeezing possessively before he delivers a slow, deliberate slap to your ass—not rough, but firm enough to make you jolt slightly beneath him. Again. And again. Each time, his touch lingers, soothing over the heat his hand left behind, his other hand pressing into the dip of your lower back to keep you exactly where he wants you.

When he finally cums, his grip tightens just enough to hold you steady, his hips pushing forward in one last deep roll as he sinks inside you to the hilt. A deep, satisfied “Fuck… that’s my girl.” escapes him as he rests his forehead against your spine, catching his breath. His hands stay on you, tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, his fingers drifting lazily over your skin. And before he even thinks about pulling out, you’ll feel one last, lingering smack against your ass, paired with a smug little hum—as if he’s already thinking about the next time.

Rafayel tries to hold back, tries to keep his composure, but the moment he gets too close, his body betrays him. His breathing gets uneven, his thighs tense beneath your touch, and his hands clutch at whatever they can find—your hips, the sheets, his own wrists if you’ve pinned them down. His orgasm isn’t sharp or explosive; it’s messy, drawn out, overwhelming. His cock twitches and throbs, spilling out in slow, leaking pulses that leave him trembling beneath you. He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as his body completely melts into your touch.

The moment your teeth sink into his shoulder, his whole body jerks beneath you, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his head tilts back. Too much. Too good. His fingers dig into your skin, desperate for something to ground himself with, but the pain mixed with pleasure only makes him unravel faster. His chest heaves, muscles tensing, before he finally slumps back, completely spent, completely at your mercy.

Even after he’s finished, his body still twitches with aftershocks, his cock giving one last weak throb as he lets out a breathless, needy whine. His hands tremble slightly when they reach for you, still craving your warmth, still needing to be held, to be reassured. If you press another bite into his skin—softer this time—he’ll shiver, let out a breathy little “Please…” before burying his face in your neck, too dazed to do anything but let you have your way with him all over again.

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[stargirlstabber]

Chat do ya think that the ghost likes getting his head petted and soft kisses like a dog (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

hi anon :3

actual pettings on his head, nooo... but i think simon loves the kisses, he loves when your soft lips press against his head, it's calming. when he's coming home, after lots of other kisses his huge body bends down that you can kiss the crown of his head. doesn't matter if he came back from the gym and is sweating or was just getting some groceries in the small corner shop, you always cradle his heads between you hands as your lips connect with his head.

but about the head pats, he prefers when you slowly comb your fingers through his hair. the location doesn't matter, he likes it. likes it a lot. for example when you're watching tv together, simon's head would be laying on your lap, relaxing to your soft touch as your fingers comb through his short hair.

and especially when he's having a good time between your legs, your hands in his hair is a must. pull it, shove his head, just have your hands on his head, show him how much pleasure he brings you.

[entirelytoooobsessed]

please please please do make that nasty drunk sex i need gojo crying and sobbing saying the most embarrassing shit he'll regret in the morning (if he remembers)

no because i definitely will write this soon,

sobbing and pleading incoherently, mumbling on and on about how much he loves you and how much he needs and how he'll die if you don't fuck him right now.

sitting in your lap and clinging to you as he does, his face buried into your neck, grinding needily back and forth all while moaning at how it's not enough.

[lustfae]

Nooo Fae, ‘get their wings’ just means they mature into a full bimbo. It’s ok, you want a graham cracker and a break? I know thinking is so hard.

Oh gosh like that's lots better but idk how i do that!

If I can like help other bimbos feel more bimbo I'm def happy but I just reblog stuff!

And yeah thinking is like way hard. I try not to do it lots♡

[rafesangelita]

so anyway I was thinking about something about bitchy!Kook!reader (since she's my ultimate favorite)

maybe rafe has gifted her a promise ring at some point in their relationship, and despite all their highs and lows, even in their worst nights, she has NEVER taken it off

and maybe they are in a heated argument and they're mad at each other (but not broken up, just mad) and they are attending a party and he notices that she isn't wearing it, so he loses his absolute shit and drags her somewhere, making a scene and telling her how much he cares about her (in his own way, ofc) and how hurt he is until she simply smirks and tells him that she's taken it off because she's getting it cleaned up

-🦉

warnings: arguing, slight angst, light fluff

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“can you fix your face? ‘at least try to act like you want to be here with me right now?” rafe whispered in your ear, a slight pinch of irritation lacing his tone. you swallowed thickly, flashing him a glare as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders so he wouldn’t draw any unnecessary attention towards you two. “i told you i wanted to leave a long time ago and instead of wrapping things up, you disappeared for another drink. i’ve been sitting here on this couch with you for over two hours now, listening to your idiot friends talk about their latest escapades. how about you fix your fucking face?”

rafe looked around to make sure no one caught any of the words that just left your mouth, his jaw clenching as he gripped you by the back of your neck. “is that how you’re gonna act right now? that’s what we’re doing?” at this, you trailed a hand down rafe’s stomach, your nails digging into his flesh hard enough to make him hiss and let go of you. “grab me like that again and i’ll leave your ass in front of everybody.” rafe knew that wasn’t an empty threat, considering you’ve already done it before and topper still hasn’t let him live the embarrassment down.

rafe gave you a curt nod, his eyes raking down your form before they rested on your bare fingers. “what the fuck?” he spoke out loud, the group conversation coming to a halt. without another word, rafe got up, dragging you along with him as he guided you two outside to his truck. “oh, now you wanna go home?” you scoffed, managing to pull away from him before he hoisted you into the passenger’s seat, his body wedged between the door as he took ahold of your hands. “i know we’ve been fighting a lot recently, and i’m sure we get on each other’s nerves all the time, but taking off your ring? are you fucking serious?”

your eyebrows knitted in confusion, your mouth barely opening before rafe started going on a rampage. “i bought you that ring to uphold a promise to you, y/n, and i’ve kept it. through all of our bullshit, through all of our problems, through damn near everything; you’ve never taken that ring off. even when we were close to leaving each other once and for all, you were still wearing it. that ring saved us, and now? you’re just giving up like that?” rafe sounded pained, his voice dropping slightly as his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. “rafe—” you tried to interject again, but still he continued.

“i love you, and i know i fucking suck at showing it, but you know i do. you’re the only person who puts up with my shit and still loves me as i am. you work with me even though i make it really hard, and you don’t throw my mistakes in my face every chance you get. you’re patient with me when i least deserve it.. i could go on and on about everything you do for me.. please just put your ring back on.” you weren’t expecting rafe to pour his heart out to you, your anger from earlier dissipating into nothing as your gaze softened. “i can’t—” rafe groaned, kneeling down onto the step bar of the truck as he held your hands to his chest.

“why?!” you couldn’t help but laugh, your resolve crumbling as rafe looked up at you desperately. “what’s so funny? i’m literally about to have a panic attack right now.” you laughed harder, shaking your head. “rafe, i’m getting my ring cleaned! i’ve been trying to tell you since you dragged me out here but you kept interrupting me.” your boyfriend let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his shoulders falling in relief. “when did you take it?” you helped him off his knees, rolling your eyes as he pulled you into his embrace. “remember, i told you i was going to the mall with chanel? i dropped it off there and i’m supposed to go back for it tomorrow..”

rafe nodded, his hands running up and down your back. “well, we better get you another ring for when you’re getting the other one cleaned. i can’t have you giving me heart attacks like that.”

[puppylove-mail]

*Pokes and runs* U WILL NEVER KNOW WHO! :D

EHEHEHAHSHD THIS MADE ME LAUGH ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

wish i could poke u back and go "boop" on ur nose :3

[ellieslittlewh0re]

NSFW!!!! audio link

this one is a sub! abby version and then there’s a dom version too

https://soundgasm.net/u/Jupiter_x/F4F-Im-Not-A-Fuckin-Brat-AbbyTLOU

🍋

YOURE DOING GODS WORK!!! tysm I owe you my life

[cameronsbabydoll]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write rafe keeping a drawer with all the things reader's left around his room and then she comes looking for something and he's like oh in the drawer and it's all fluffy

“have you seen my necklace?” you ask, standing in the doorway of rafe’s room, chewing at your lip.

he barely glances up from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, thumb flicking over his phone. “the little one you always wear?”

you nod, stepping further in. “yeah. i thought i left it here.”

he sighs through his nose, stands, and walks over to his dresser. second drawer down. pulls it open and shifts through something.

you’re about to ask what he’s doing when he steps back. “it’s in here.”

you walk over, expecting him to hand it to you—but instead, he moves aside, lets you see for yourself.

it’s not just your necklace.

your lip balm. a couple hair ties. the oversized hoodie you swore you lost weeks ago. your nail polish—the light pink one. even a receipt from the gas station with your handwriting on the back.

you blink down at the drawer, suddenly quiet. “...you kept all of this?”

rafe doesn’t answer at first. leans his hip against the dresser, arms crossed. his expression’s unreadable, like always. “you leave your shit everywhere.”

you glance up at him. “you could’ve thrown it out.”

he shrugs, eyes trailing over you. “didn’t want to.”

it’s simple. rough around the edges. but there’s something in his voice, something softer, like he won’t say it out loud but he likes having pieces of you here. like he doesn’t want anyone else touching it.

you look back down at the drawer, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “this is... kinda cute.”

rafe scoffs under his breath. “don’t make it weird.”

you laugh softly, then nudge his side. “you’re a total hoarder.”

“only when it comes to you,” he mutters, almost too quiet to catch.

you pretend not to hear it, but your heart does this dumb little flutter anyway.