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[anakinstwinklebunny]

stop i loved your hockey player!anakin headcannons sm and i was wondering if you could write smut where hockey player!anakin takes out his anger on reader after he lost the game

hope you have a great rest of your day!!

ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s hips snapped forward, his movements gaining a frantic, desperate rhythm as he hovered over you, damp curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. Cheeks painted in the dark shade of pink, face scrunched in a mix of frustration, and his words spilled out like a frustrated rant more than anything else.

“You wouldn’t believe the absolute morons I had to play with today,” he muttered breathlessly, voice gravelly. He thrusted into you harder, only making your back arch involuntarily. “The new guy? Couldn’t keep the puck on his stick to save his life. Cost us two--fucking--goals.” Each word was emphasized with a particularly sharp thrust, leaving you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, dragging down.

“God,” he groaned, rhythm faltering for a moment before he adjusted his angle back, making you whimper. “And don’t even get me started on the ref. Blowing calls left and right--how does someone that stupid get hired?" His hand gripped the headboard "Should’ve handed him a goddamn whistle from a cereal box.”

You tried to respond - really tried - but all of your words were swallowed in your throat as his hips moved faster, the small room filling with the obscene sound of skin slapping. His lips parted again, a broken groan leaving them

“Ani,” you whimpered, reaching up to cling to his broad shoulders again. His skin was slick, his body practically shaking with adrenaline.

He dropped his forehead down and he began to pant, out of any air in his lungs “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m ranting, aren’t I?” His hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing the edge of your swollen, reddish lip. “It’s just--being here with you? Listening to you moan my name like that? It’s the only thing that keeps me sane after a day like that.”

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[nekrosdolly]

Wesker surviving RE5. Taking a good while to recover. When he final tracks Chris many years later he sees a young woman with Chris. Obviously not Chris' wife.

Chris got a daughter. And Wesker knows how to truely break him now.

Poor girl, she gets hit on by a super hot dude not knowing that he is her dads biggest enemy

listen... this would go fucking crazy... 18+

cw; afab!reader, creep!wesker, reader is 21-ish and wesker is... *gulps*... 61, dad!chris isn't the best dad, i'm projecting big time with this one guys sorry, takes place circa re8, reader is in college, no use of y/n, chris is the kind of alcoholic dad that you don't want your boyfriend to meet because you are, in fact, embarrassed of him, wesker drives a lincoln mkz zephyr.

you look like your dad but prettier. softer, sweeter features than your father's own. your eyes are paralyzingly innocent, and he can't help himself when he lays eyes on you. you're younger than albert by a concerning amount of years, but thanks to your dad's unintentional neglect during your childhood, you've got some issues.

your father never told you about wesker- or anything relating to his line of work. how foolish of chris to not take such precautions with his daughter. you never bothered to ask, either, as you felt some sort of resentment towards your dad in your teenage years. everything he did pissed you off, especially when he was trying to bond. so of course you decided to date someone just as old, if not older than your dad, just to piss him off in return.

that's when you stumbled across wesker. he was handsome for his age, though he looks much younger and you're not sure why. the sunglasses thing confused you, though he'd told you once when you had first started talking that he has light-sensitive eyes. you, being so trusting of this nice, older man who made you feel wanted, believed him and every little thing he ever told you. he'd make you feel so warm inside, and it didn't take long for you to fall for him.

he'd made a show of falling for you, too, to keep you under his thumb. you were the type to flee at the first sign of abandonment; he couldn't have that.

your dad was shocked when you told him you'd found a boyfriend. thanks to your strained relationship, you'd hardly talked to him after leaving for college, which he blamed himself for. it had only worsened between the two of you after your mother left.

and now, at dinner, your dad thinks it's the greatest idea in the world talk about your beloved.

"so," your father starts as he saws through thick-cut steak with a serrated knife, cutting you off a piece, "this boyfriend of yours, when am i meeting him?"

"you want to meet my boyfriend?" you cock an eyebrow at your father, though he doesn't meet your gaze. his own is fixed to the bit of steak he's setting on your plate beside some vegetables.

"well, yeah. must be pretty serious if you told me about him." chris finally looks at you, setting his silverware down. you swallow.

"i don't know, dad."

"what, are you embarrassed of me?"

"i didn't say that, don't put words in my mouth." you stuff a piece of sauteed cauliflower in your mouth as chris sighs inwardly. for the next ten minutes, there's no sound except silverware clinking against your plates and your father's jaw popping here and there.

neither of you can take much more of the awkward silence.

chris clears his throat and leans back in his chair, "listen, i just want to make sure you're dating a good guy, okay?"

"yeah, sure." the bitterness and slight annoyance in your voice is hard to hide. you don't bother.

"is that a crime? wanting to look out for my kid?" he crosses his arms over his chest, getting a little defensive.

"don't you think it's a little late to play dad of the year? i'm not a child, i don't need you to look out for me."

"i know you're not a child-"

"then just stop." you're standing up from your chair, "stop trying to be a bigger part of my life. stop acting like you care. stop."

"fine, you want to be an ungrateful brat?" your dad stands up too, "then get out. take your shit and leave, or shut the hell up."

you don't really have anywhere else to go, so you slink back into your chair and reluctantly finish your food. with all the money your dad gets from his job, he's paying your tuition.

your dad downs the whiskey in his glass and gathers his dishes, leaving you to sit in silence at the dinner table.

-

your father lets the boyfriend thing go until you bring it up to him again, this time on your own.

when you bring it up to albert, he's delighted.

"i'd be honored," he tells you as he leans down to kiss your cheek, he's confident about this, which puts you at ease because you know your father isn't going to take this very well.

-

you're dressed your best, as is albert, who's got his hand on your lower back protectively. he can sense your nerves- uroboros didn't completely burn out of his system- as if they were his own, and he kisses your head as you unlock the front door. based on the black jeep in the driveway, beside albert's zephyr, your father is home. you open the door, and in a flash, you're pushed out of the way.

you didn't expect your father to have a loaded gun aimed at your boyfriend so quickly, if at all. a deep laugh sounds from albert.

"oh, chris..."

[yuukimiyas]

(ˆ꜆ᵒ̴̷͈ · ᵒ̴̷͈ )♡ my face this mornie bc!!! you guys!!! it SNOWED!!! & it looks so pretty!! it gets me so excited for the holidays w lover boy & dream boy!! ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა do your faves have any gifties in mind this early on? leave any lil hints throughout the months? i’d love to know if you wanna share!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ily guys sm!! MWAH!!

[rafesangelita]

♡ just dilf!rafe making sure everything is to his liking when his precious little bunny comes home from all of her beauty appointments!

warnings: fluff, bunny being a lil clingy, suggestive language, use of the nickname ‘daddy’ (pls scroll if it’s not for you), heavy petting, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), praise, finger sucking, slight overstimulation

a/n: i recently got all of my beauty appointments done so this felt fitting lol. read more of dilf!rafe x bunny!reader here <3

wc: 1.4k

while rafe never let you step out of the house by yourself, there was very few instances when he did. going out with your girlfriends and paying for all of your appointments was one of those things, and he didn’t mind in the slightest. the day would start very early in the morning so that you’d have enough time to get everything done. rafe would watch you from the front door as you basically hopped down the driveway in excitement before getting into your best friend’s obnoxiously pink car, your lip gloss still sparkling on his lips from when you kissed him before leaving.

maybe it was the father instinct inside of him, but rafe made it a point to always pay for you and your besties meals, the idea of you going hungry or having an empty stomach just not sitting right with him. you and your friends would start the day by knocking out whatever took the longest, so that all of you could breeze through the extra upkeep and still go shopping afterwards. despite rafe tracking your location and checking where you were at religiously, he still wanted you to text him and send him photos and updates throughout the day.

he’d smile down at his phone whenever your contact name, which you came up with by yourself, would pop up on his screen.

[1:15 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i miss you sooo much already daddy. thank you for the food it was yummy <3 me and the girls still have a handful of things to do but i’m hoping to be done soon!!

[2:57 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: i think you’re going to reallyyy like the color of my nails!! my toes came out super cute too 🎀

[4:03 PM] bunnie ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡: (1 attached image) look at this pink flatiron at the salon! i need one just like this! pretty pleaseeee!

he’d reply to each message, even going ahead and buying that flatiron with overnight delivery so you could have it in your pretty hands in no time. you two would go on like this until you’d finally send him that ‘on my way!’ text, a relieved sigh falling from his lips. as much as he liked for you to have your girl time, he selfishly wanted to have you all to himself more than anything. rafe had already been anticipating your arrival, your favorite candles already lit up upstairs in his bedroom. it wasn’t long before he heard the faint bump of music outside, your playful yelp sounding from down the driveway as you struggled to carry all of your shopping bags.

rafe was quick to help you out, your best friends teasingly telling him hi as he briefly waved at them before guiding you inside. “oh, i missed you!” you didn’t waste any time in throwing your arms around his neck, the scent of sweet vanilla filling up his senses. you clung to him like a koala, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he made his way upstairs. “yeah? i missed you more.” you breathed him in, smiling softly against his chest as he put your bags down on the chair he had in the corner. “everything go good?” he took a seat at the edge of the bed, resting his hands on the soft globes of your ass.

“mhmm!” you nodded, “i’m happy with how everything came out.” rafe pecked your lips before helping you up on your feet. “let me get a good look at you.” standing up, you couldn’t help but feel shy as he scanned over your figure agonizingly slow. “your hair looks real nice, baby, that style suits you.” your cheeks heated at the simple compliment. “wow look at your lashes, ‘you try out a different lash map?” you gasped softly, hitting his shoulder playfully. “look at you using girly terms!” rafe was bound to learn about the stuff you’d be rambling on and on about, your lashes being one of many things he now knew the intricacies of.

“your eyebrow lady did a real good job, too.” you wiggled your brows suggestively, fluttering your lashes at him while he took your hand in his. “you were right, i absolutely love this color on you,” he took in the pinky nude of your manicure, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, “let me see those toes.” you giggled, bringing your foot to his lap as you held onto his arms for leverage. “wow, you got a bow charm?” you smiled down at the sight, “yes! isn’t it so cute? she even put on some rhinestones for free because i’m a regular!” rafe massaged the back of your calf, guiding you back down on the bed.

“damn, bunny, and your skin is so soft, you got that full body wax?” you welcomed him between your thighs, running your freshly manicured nail down the side of his jaw. “yes, i know how much you like it..” he kissed you deeply, his lower half grinding down on where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the whine from leaving your lips, your glazed orbs shining with something mischievous. “do you want to see how that came out, too?” rafe smiled, his fingers already hooking between your skirt and the waistband of your panties. “yeah? you gonna let daddy inspect you?”

once your clothes were off and forgotten about on the floor, rafe took your thighs and spread them open to expose your bare cunt, the look on his face making you take your bottom lip between your teeth. “fuck,” he marveled, “you’re just so pretty, you know that?” you smiled, melting under his gentle touch. he looked up at you as if to ask ‘can i?’ before you nodded. rafe sat back on his heels, stroking your glistening folds as you writhed with desire. “i need to be inside of you so bad..” oh, how bad you needed that too. “rafe, we can’t have sex for at least a full twenty-four hours.” you pouted.

“but we did it last time.” you giggled, shaking your head. “i know, but i’m so sensitive..” rafe sighed, leaning down so he could whisper against your lips. “would a little touching hurt, though?” you gasped when he slipped a digit inside your entrance, his long digit filling you just right. with the pad of his thumb, he began rubbing hard circles on your clit, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “you’re so perfect, always dressing and getting dolled up the way i want you to.” he curled his finger, nudging that soft spot inside of you that made you see stars.

your back arched softly off of the bed, your fingers intertwining with his own. he kept his eyes on your trembling form, your mouth falling open as moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “i’m so close, ray..” the man above you lowered his head between your thighs, popping his digits into your mouth so you could taste yourself on his fingers. “so soft and smooth, i could eat this cunt for days.” you cried out loud when you felt his tongue prod at your opening, the tip of his nose finding your sensitive bud. “fuckkk!” you covered your mouth at the slip up, yelping when you felt rafe pinch your inner thigh.

“what have i told you about cussing?” he groaned, pulling away from your soaked pussy before diving back in again, your hands shooting up to cup your tits. rafe watched your face carefully, the rise and fall of your chest being a telltale sign that you were going to finish soon. you felt the familar heat begin to simmer in your tummy, your thighs threatening to snap shut as the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter with every stroke of rafe’s tongue. “oh, my god!” your eyes rolled back when the band in your tummy finally snapped, your orgasm hitting you in waves of pure bliss.

your breath shook as you thrashed against rafe’s mouth, your thighs locking around his head as he pinned you down by your hips. your mouth opened but no sound, except for a pathetic shriek came out, your hands fighting rafe off in an attempt to pull away from him. that only made him grip you tighter, his tongue working relentlessly on your poor cunt. it wasn’t until you tapped out, your nails digging into rafe’s arm before he gave you a final kiss, his gentle hands massaging into the skin of your calves. you whimpered as rafe helped you come down from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your vision hazy.

rafe licked his lips clean, palming at the hard-on in his boxers. “how about just the tip?” all it took was one blissful glance at him through your lashes before he was yanking you towards the edge of his bed by your ankles.

[moechies]

toji n his bunny gf ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

thinkin’ abt toji’s bunnie gf that lies to him bc she doesn’t want him to be mad :(

your ears point down and your gaze lingers away from his, and he already knows his pretty baby is lying to him. but even after he knows, he likes watching you stutter over your own words, and creating fake scenarios on the spot when both you and him know never happened.

it’s almost comedic how your eyes visibly light up when you find something believable to say, just to be brought down with a condescending chuckle that leaves his lips.

“is that so?”

“mhm..”

“are you really telling the truth bunny? you know what happens when you lie, don’t you?”

“y-yes.. i..”

“you what?” your ear perks up at a sudden ‘clink,’ upon taking a look up, you see the man undoing his belt, slipping the leather rope out of the hooks of his denim pants.

“m-m tellin’ the truth..” your tail begins to flutter, a sign that you’re beginning to panic. he changes his hold on the belt so the ends are held in one hand, still a stoic expression spread across his face.

you can’t stand to look your lover in the eyes, knowing you’re lying directly to his face. after all he’s done to take care of you, pamper you, and love you, you still find it inside you to lie.. but it’s okay;

“look at me.”

you nervously peer up at the man, a slight shiver down your spine when his piercing cold eyes with a certain glint, stare directly back into yours.

“are you really telling your owner the truth?” he lifts your chin with a gentle finger,

and that’s when you begin to feel the tears weld in your eyes, your bottom lip quiver as you build the courage to reply to him.

“bunn-“

“m-m sorry..!” your arms flail out to wrap around his leg, small hands with a tight grip on his pants, as short tears fall down flushed cheeks.

“i-i lied ! i jus— didn’t wan’ you to get mad. pleasepleaseplease, d-don’t be angry, sir.. please—‘m sorry.!” you stammer in broken whines.

“there we go,” he whispers, followed with a grin. he brings his hand down to your head, short but sweet pets to your head and saddened ears.

“it’s okay bunny. i forgive you.”

“r-really..?” your head swiftly turns to his, eyes glossy, cheeks flushed, and your lips swollen with a slight shake. he groans at the sight, but says nothing to intrigue you.

“but..” his thumb runs over your cheek, using the same hand he holds his belt with,

“bad bunnies get punished. remember ?”

[miscellaneous-misty]

You're Mine, Not His!

♥︎ summary: in which gojo gets jealous of your collection of cinnamoroll plushies and demands you break up with that stupid bunny or dog or whatever it is!

♥︎ tags: SFW, wc: 1k, fluff, crack, silly, established relationship, cohabitation, teasing, fem reader, jealous and grumpy/pouty gojo, amused reader, an abundance of cinnamoroll plushies, light manhandling by toru to reader, little spoon satoru

♥︎ notes: inspired by this smau made by @sailorkamino! this was spontaneous so i'm sorry about the poor quality. i just wanted to get this idea out of my brain. all the dividers and the edit for this post were made by me from scratch, except for the "empty/ageless block dni" divider (i customized a template by @/cafekitsune for that one). please do not use or re-upload the dividers or edit for your own posts. thank you <3 i hope you enjoy reading ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა

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You knew the minute Satoru stepped into the bedroom that he was not happy.

Even with the blindfold on, the frown on his half-exposed face made his displeasure obvious from the doorway. He pulls down the blindfold with one hand, brilliant blue eyes piercing straight into your soul. If you were anyone else, you'd be afraid of his deathly cold stare. But because you two have been dating for a while now, you knew him well. Right now, your boyfriend is just being dramatic.

"What the hell is this?" Satoru says, glaring at the smiling plushie in your arms. "You're cheating on me in our own home?"

You smile, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. "It's Cinnamoroll!"

Satoru eyes the Cinnamoroll plushie in your arms with disdain, as if he's contemplating which cursed technique would be best for eliminating him. The entire shared bedroom has been filled to the brim with Cinnamoroll plushies of varying sizes. "Did you really have to bring your whole collection when you moved in?"

"Of course!" you exclaim, offended at the very notion of abandoning your precious collection. You tilt your head, resting your cheek against the top of Cinnamoroll's head. The plushie sinks at the pressure, squishing against your face cutely. "I could never abandon my first love."

Satoru frowns. "So you're not even trying to deny it?"

The Cinnamoroll in your arms has a smug expression on its face with its eyes closed, its w-shaped mouth, and the little blush on each cheek. You can tell it's bothering Satoru. You decide you want to tease him. You squeeze it gently, bringing your knees up to your chest, curling closer to Cinnamoroll as if he's your lover. You bat your eyelashes at Satoru in a faux show of innocence. "What? Are you jealous?"

"Yes!" Satoru replies, admitting his irritation readily. He snatches one of the Cinnamorolls off the dresser with one hand, choking it by the neck. The Cinnamoroll plush is unaffected of course, smiling blissfully at Satoru with blue eyes similar to his. He waves the plushie around. "What does he have that I don't?"

"Hm," you hum, pretending to think for a short moment. "He's cute, energetic, cheerful—"

"Oi oi oi." Satoru clicks his tongue, tossing the plushie aside onto the floor. He strides over to you, resting one knee on the mattress and one hand on the headboard of the bed. He leans closer, towering over you, tall and gangly and all-encompassing. "I have all of those traits and more! I have blue eyes and white hair. I'm rich, handsome, tall—"

"Annoying," you interrupt, poking Satoru in the cheek for every item you add to his list. "Jealous, workaholic, yapper, bully, mean—"

"These are lies," Satoru says, kicking off the other Cinnamorolls from the bed as he moves even closer, fully caging you against the headboard. "Slander, even. I demand a lawyer."

"Hey! Don't hurt him!"

A little growl escapes from Satoru's throat, dark and foreboding. "Don't show affection for him!"

He tries to grab the Cinnamoroll plushie out of your arms. You wiggle to the left and to the right, curling up protectively around the plushie like an armadillo. "No! He's mine!"

"Ugh, break up with him already! It's just a stupid bunny," Satoru whines.

You gasp. "He's a dog! Get it right."

"That's clearly a bunny—Wait, I don't care what he is!" His chest bumps into your knees, the loose fabric of his shirt brushing against your legs. "You're mine, not his!"

You giggle. "You're so dramatic, Toru, getting all pouty and worked up over 'a stupid bunny' like you said."

"I am not pouting."

"You are definitely pouting."

Satoru stays silent for a moment, eyeing you like a stubborn, angry cat who has yet to be fed a good meal. Suddenly, he grabs your calves and drags your legs outwards, sliding you down the bed. You squeal at the sudden motion, powerless as Satoru grabs the plushie from your arms and carelessly throws it behind him. He lays on top of you with his full weight, his head resting on your chest and his arms snaking their way around your waist. "You're only allowed to cuddle with me like that."

You laugh, petting his soft white hair. You drag your fingertips across his undercut, the sensation pleasant against your skin. "You're so petty."

He tilts his head up, looking up at you all cute and needy and clingy. "It's not petty to want my girlfriend for myself. Stop cheating on me."

You roll your eyes. "It's not cheating."

"Yes it is! I'm gonna burn all of them tomorrow—"

You grab his cheeks, pinching him. "Don't you dare! I'll kill you."

"Owieeeee," Satoru whines. "You're so mean to me."

You let go, gently caressing the area you pinched. He leans into your hand, your touch. You sigh and shake your head with a smile, wondering how you landed yourself such a pathetic man. "I only keep Cinnamoroll for when you're not around, alright? He's my side piece."

"Well, I'm here now," Satoru huffs, burying his face in your chest. "So I don't want to see him anywhere near you. You should only look at me."

"Okay, you big baby, I'll keep all my attention on you," you reply, hugging him. You take a second to notice his warmth, his weight. You close your eyes, appreciating the way he sinks into your body like he wants to be one with you, like he never wants to be away from you. Then, you open your eyes and smirk. "...For now."

Satoru glares at you. "I will burn those stupid plushies. Don't test me."

You laugh, loud and obnoxious. Satoru gaze softens. He squeezes you tightly, committing the sound of your laughter to memory. Silently, he makes a promise to make sure he's always around so you never have to rely on those damn plushies again. He'll never allow anyone to steal you away from him, even if he has to fight a dumb cartoon bunny to keep you to himself.

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

older!simon 'ghost' riley x inexperienced!girly!younger!reader where there's a size difference and u two finally have sex..

(pt 2 to this)

warnings: size difference (simon is 6'10 in this hehe reader is a good amount shorter and smaller than that), fem!reader, afab!reader, nicknames, penetrative sex, cowgirl sex position, p0rn without plot basically, some ddlg usage, reader calls simon 'daddy' a few times, talks of oral sex (fem receiving), age gap (about 10 years but READER IS LEGAL) , fluffy type of smut, dirty things beware >.<

note: this is more of a blurb n less of a full fic but hope u enjoy!! more stuff is comin out with simon n konig !! my requests r open so feel free to send any ideas there ALSO I KINDA HATE THIS BUT whatever<3

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your brain already was coaxed into a mush after your first orgasm where your boyfriend sucked and rubbed on your engorged button until you were squealing and seeing stars.

now, you sat on ghost's hardened cock, ur wet cunny dripping onto it which made his light pink tip twitch with hunger.

"remember, bunny," he had whispered as he moved your pliable body to your current position. "we'll just go slow, mkay?" his gruff voiced cause ur skin to prickle with goosebumps as you nodded, your mind not all there after your numbing climax.

u absent-mindedly rubbed ur sopping, hot cunt on his erect cock, bitting ur lower lip and closing your eyes. you accidentally tuned simon's words out--hyper fixating on the pulsing that pounded between the apex of your pudgy thighs.

your toes curled in your thigh-highs as you stabeled yourself on your boyfriend's large tattooed, scarred chest.

your hole clenched around nothing as your needy cunt dragged its swollen lips and engorged button on simon's length. you were so, so gone until--

"baby," ghost hissed gently, stilling your movement on him with his large hands. "'m talkin' to ya..did y' hear what i said?"

u whined softly, a quiet protest to him stopping you from pleasure.

he kissed your pouted lips, taking one of his hands off of you to wrap his inked, muscled bicep around your body as you replied back with a shy and squeaky, "..no.."

a deep rumble in his chest from his short chuckle made the blush on your face deepen.

"was just sayin' that if it gets ta be too much for ya we can try again later, mkay?" his voice was so incredibly gentle and soft that you weren't sure if you wanted to cry or cream (lol). instead, you sighed dreamily, chewing on the fat of your swollen lower lip as you admired him. the scar at the corner of his mouth that made his smile more prominant. his blonde hair that was almost a darker brown. the tattoos that inked his body. his plump, pink lips--dark eyes and strong jaw and nose. the stubble on his jaw. you absent-mindedly played with his hair (eyes almost in the shape of cartoon-hearts if it were possible), and you could feel the way he leaned into your hand abit as his fingertips gently ran along your spine, soothing your desperate trembling. you finally nodded to his question, your chest pressing against his tattooed and scarred one. god, he was so strong and warm. "mk daddy.." you whispered, and that was a tell-tale sign for simon that you were already gone. he smiled softly, gently squishing your cheeks to create a pout, inked hand--bringing your lips closer to his.

"gonna be gentle with ya, but you hafta trust me, okay bunny? love y' so much." he murmured against your lips, his own hunger for you growing to a dangerous rate as you kitten-licked inside of his mouth. you nodded, your voice high as you whispered a mushy little, "mk. trust you, si.. lub u too.." against his mouth.

simon made his way from your soft lips down to pepper light kisses on your collar bones as his large palms held your body so nicely.

he leaned back a bit, your lips attached to his as he held your hips; lifting your lower body up a bit as you grinded gently on him like a kitty in heat.

to allow himself to adjust his cock with your sloppy hole, he lifted your hips up a bit more, and in your floaty state you could not help but grind against nothing--desperate whines and mewls escaping your kiss-bruised lips. simon meanly chuckled, his cock throbbing as he instructed you to sit up a bit.

"daddy, 'm achey.." you sniffled, pouting. simon's left hand massaged your side as he stroked his cock three times before bringing you forward briefly to plant a kiss on your lips.

"i know sweet girl, gonna make ya feel better, m'okay?"

you nodded sitting up a bit so he could line his tip up with your messy cunt.

he rubbed his hand over your right nipple, squeezing the fat of your tit as your hands groped from his chest to his hand, to his tattooed forearm.

he could feel the heat coming off of your cunt, and he tried not to lose it and immediately pummel his cock into you.

you were just so delicate.

he would never want to hurt you.

"alrigh' slowly.." his voice sounded so soft and grumbly, it made you want to rub your button against him until you saw stars. but you had to focus.

you began to sink down, simon holding you up as you whined. a bulge already forming in your belly as you whimpered at the ungodly stretch.

your boyfriend sat up, taking your lips in his for sloppy kiss before you interrupted it with a small little squeak, "a-ah!" eyebrows pulled upwards as you cried. he kissed your lips slowly but hungrily--as if trying to eat you whole.

his big hands held your hips and waist, stopping you for a moment so you could take a breath.

"shh, slower, bunny, sink d-down slower," you began to sink down again, slower this time as you took all of him. "good girl, bunny. tight cunny takin' me s-so well.."

[agoraphobicwhore]

I've been trapped inside of your heart shaped box for weeks

Vex, 18, trans nb (he/they/it), pan, switch, system member

(not just vex anymore but that's not super important, just call us vex)

I like talking and mutual stalking so send an ask or spam like. Self indulgent paraphilia posting, asks are so open, DM replies are incredibly selective. I follow my Tumblr crushes so lucky you <3

No DNI, but I will not reply to your messages if you're 10+ years older than me, younger than me at all, only reblog porn (you know those blogs), ask for pics right away, have a blank/not set up blog, or if you address me like we're in a dynamic already

Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint!

Oooooh you looked you want me soooo bad it makes you look stupid! (Please be obsessed with me, I'll do it back)

Honorifics are enjoyed and invited, use whatever is appropriate for the dynamic! Bunny, bro, angel, sir, lord, slut, mutt get creative idc. Kindness isn't required but you'll catch me better with honey if you know what I mean. Do not call me a puppy! And I highly recommend not degrading me immediately upon interacting

It's easier to list what I don't like first, piss is tolerable but not my cup of pee tea personally, no scat, no emeto, no race play, as with piss extreme gore/snuff doesn't get me off but I'll play along, no pregnancy, no fisting, no vore, no feet

I do have an ED, and I do SH, I will be okay with fetishizing these things.

As far as what I'm SUPER into... Blood, intox, petplay, dollification, priests/religion, yan4yan, t4t, CNC, fauxcest, ownership, weapons, exhibitionism!!!, somno, intox again because mmmh ~ (common post topics are italic)

Anything not on the lists is probably fine, if you wanna try it on me go for it!

Fun Facts about me now (not mandatory reading materials)

I'm pro transid/radqueer

My Meyers Briggs type is INFP

I'm a cancer, 5'8, 115 lbs, green eyes

I like House MD, all rock music, and theology (specially occult studies)

I've been smoking for 7 years and vaping for 4, yes I do sound like I swallow gravel sometimes

My front teeth are dentures

Okay that's all, go and prosper!

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: hockey player!popular!anakin x f!reader

ANGSTY-FLUFF ❦ (tbh dont know how to name it even 🧍‍♀️)

IT WAS REQUESTED!! But mostly just more hockey ani so i brought smth more 😏😏

At the same too loud, too lame party where people made out against every wall, puked in every bathroom, Padmé freaking Amidala watched with a little smirk to crossing her lips, how you left ANAKIN SKYWALKER's side for whatever reason. Maybe to get a drink, maybe to use the already disgustingly smelling bathroom; it didn't matter. As soon as she saw an opportunity, she used it. She cornered him by the kitchen. Lip gloss shining in its glittery pigment, matching to her clothes nails sharper than her own glare. Her arms were crossed like she was some tragic Greek goddess dumped by her mortal lover. Well, in her eyes, she indeed was.

"Hey, Ani."

He didn’t look up from his phone. "It's Anakin."

Her mouth twitched just for a second, before she reseted that honey-sweet voice. If he was going to play this game, she will too. Using all her dirty moves if she has to “You really think dating her is cute?”

Now he did look up. But his expression was flat, nothing soft or smug she was used to during her relationship. His eyebrow barely raised themselves from their usual spot.

“She’s not even clean, Anakin,” Padmé pressed, fake sympathy dripping from every syllable. “I heard from Molly—who sits behind her in math—that her hair literally smells like old books and, like, dog shampoo or something.”

A brief pause. He blinked. She pushed harder, lips curling in a fake sweet, so deeply concerned little smile. “I mean, I’m just worried about you.." her hand shot up, lightly touching his arm "You deserve someone... clean. Someone who doesn’t wear the same hoodie three times a week.”

Anakin slowly put his phone away into his pocket to grab Padmé's venomous touch away from him. After that, not even a word left his mouth as he simply as that left her side. Just walked off. Like she was nothing, like she couldn't just ruin anyone's life in school, like she wasn't one of the brightest student who achieved more than anyone.

she quickly run up to him, pushing past people “She has lice, Ani. Like, actual bugs. I swear I saw her scratching behind her ear—”

"You're reaching, Padmé."

She stopped. “What?”

Anakin leaned against the random doorframe with his arms crossed now, just as unimpressed as he sounded from the beginning. “I’ve had my hands in her hair every day this week. If she had lice, I’d have lice. And last I checked?” He tilted his head with a grin. Ugh, talking about such stuff was as embarrassing as watching his friend try to win a girl over “Still clean.”

Padmé recoils a bit, jaw tightening. But she's far from done. If anyone has enough of seeing the anakin skywalker touching, kissing, walking near his new girlfriend, it's Padmé. Sure, she was the one to break up with him for a quick little fling with another hot, a little less popular, boy but that was not the main problem here. Anakin Skywalker was. Or rather, his ability to move on too quickly for her liking. He was supposed to beg, to fall to his knees and ask for another chance. But he did the opposite. And that is what Padmé will not stand for.

You should’ve stayed in the kitchen.

You told yourself that three minutes ago when you lost sight of Anakin. The music was too loud, the house too packed, and your cup of whatever soda-and-vodka mess Anakin wanted was already warm in your hand. So when you turned the corner to the living room, weaving through half-drunk students and stumbling couples, you didn’t expect your heart to sink.

There he was. By the drinks table. With her. Her fake laugh. Her lip gloss reapplied for the thousands time as if she was ready to make out with another boy. Her hand brushed Anakin’s arm like she still owned it. Like you were the guest in his life—not her.

You slowed your pace. The music drowned out their words, but you saw her lean in. Her eyes sparkled, lips curved into something wicked as soon as her eyes caught yours. You could tell by her body language—she was planting venom. Seeds of doubt. The kind that crawled into your brain and whispered you don’t deserve him. you’re not enough, that at the end of the day, its all fake; and that he is pretending to win her heart again.

And before you could even blink further, maybe walk up to them, smoothly brush it off - she kissed him. Right there. Full mouth with her fingers curling into his collar like she was still allowed to.

Your expression fell to the floor, a sudden freezing coming down on you. But it seemed not only on you. Anakin froze too. All wide-eyed. Stunned. But at the same time not moving. He didn’t push her off. And it was too late. It didn’t matter if he kissed her back or not. It was already too late.

You turned on your heel, throat closing up. Cup shaking in your hand until it hit the floor with a dull clink. Shoved through the crowd, trying to keep the burn in your chest from leaking out of your eyes. You barely made it to the porch before the tears threatened to fall.

You told yourself this was fake.

Because this was fake. So why did it feel like someone had stabbed your lungs? And why did you want to scream his name like it meant something?

“Wait.”

You didn’t. Well, at least not at first. Definitely not when the screen door slammed behind you. Not when you heard his shoes hit the pavement.

“Hey— stop, stop, just—wait.” His fingers finally wrapped around your wrist, halting you halfway down the sidewalk. You yanked your arm back instantly, the burn of betrayal crawling up your spine.

“Don’t touch me.” you snarled

Anakin froze. Breathless. His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide from alcohol and adrenaline—but none of it dulled the panic in his eyes. “It wasn’t—She kissed me. I didn’t—”

“Save it.” Your voice cracked and you hated that. You hated how weak you sounded, how your chest trembled like he hadn’t just broken every fake little rule you’d set together. Or maybe it wasnt so fake after all..

“It didn’t mean anything.”

You laughed; bitter, low. The kind that made his face fall completely when you turned around to face him. “Of course it didn’t. You’re not dating me, remember? This is fake. Everything’s fake. So of course it didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not what I—”

“No, really,” you bit, backing away from him, “because you stood there and let her. You didn’t even flinch.”

“I didn’t kiss her back!” he barked, frustration bleeding through now. “I was frozen—what was I supposed to do? Shove her to the floor? Start a scene?”

You stepped closer, jaw clenched. “You were supposed to choose me, Anakin. Even if it’s fake, you were supposed to look like you gave a damn.”

Silence. He stared at you. The boy everyone wanted. The so called hockey team god. The smug smirk gone, cocky confidence replaced by something terrifying: guilt. Real, devastating guilt.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered. “You dragged me into your mess, okay?. Your ex, your games, your shitty reputation. And for what? So you could stand there and let her humiliate me in front of half the damn school? Thats why you brought me here? Am i not enough of embarrassment for you, Mr. Perfect?”

He opened his mouth—but there was nothing to say. Yet the silence he gave you, was enough of an answer for you. It made you realize things that clouded your mind for past few weeks. It cleared everything out. As much as you enjoyed being Anakin’s (fake) girlfriend, the message was clear - you'd never outshine Padmé Amidala. Not when Anakin saw her as his sun.

“I’m done, Skywalker. Game over.”

Days had passed since that awful day. In school, you were a punching bag once more; a reason to be laughed at. You got used to it; after all, it wasn't the first time in your life people treated you such way.

Were you mad at Anakin? You preferred a word disappointed, broken, betrayed. You gazed blankly at the paper pinned to your wall; no attachments, no feelings - it said. Underneath, at the end of it all, yours and anakin's signature. How pity - you thought. Who would have known that romantic comedies are right? That even if you're pretending, you still catch feelings?

It was already raining when the knock knocked the thoughts out of you. At first you didn’t even move. Just stared at your desk, the biology book still wide open—pointless now, because there’s no way you could focus with everything spiraling like it was.

Another knock. Harder.

You sighed, dragging yourself toward the door, expecting maybe your neighbor or one of your parents coming back from their anniversary trip -

But your breath stalled. He was standing there. Soaked to the bone. Hoodie clinging to his frame, rain dripping from the ends of his messy, dark-blond curls. His eyes were wild, unblinking.

Anakin Skywalker looked like he’d been through hell.

“Open the door,” he said, voice rough. Strained.

You didn’t. You stepped out and slammed it behind you instead, tugging your cardigan tighter around your body. “What do you want?”

His eyes softened as soon as he saw you; they scanned your face, going down to your body, then up to meet your eyes. “You left.” His voice cracked. “You didn’t even let me explain.”

“I didn’t need an explanation, Anakin! I saw it. With my own eyes!”

“She kissed me!” he shouted, stepping toward you as his emotions took over. “I didn’t want it— I didn’t even fucking see it coming!”

“And yet,” you laughed bitterly, “you didn’t stop her. And then you stood there, like a goddamn statue, while I watched it happen!”

He ran a hand through his drenched hair, pacing like a caged animal. “You think I didn’t want to rip her off me?! You think I didn’t feel like shit the second I saw your face?!”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I was scared!” he yelled.

The rain poured harder. Thunder cracked somewhere distant. You blinked, confused. “Scared of what?”

He looked at you like he was unraveling. Like this was the last thing he ever thought he’d admit. His voice dropped, raw and real. “Scared of losing you.”

That shut you up. Anakin took a breath in. “It started fake. Yeah. But it’s not fake anymore. Not for me. Not when you walk into a room and my chest hurts. Not when someone else talks to you and I want to rearrange their face. Not when you touch me and I forget my own goddamn name.”

Your lips parted, heart hammering in your chest, milion butterflies ready to erupt.

“I didn’t know how to say it before,” he went on, voice trembling, begging, “but I—fuck, I need you, okay?. I need you like oxygen, like my heart won’t fucking beat if I don’t hear your voice. And I’m not gonna pretend I can just—go back to the way things were before you.”

Silence; just the rain, falling between you. You stared at him. At the boy who once teased you for being a bookworm, who now stood drenched and desperate on your front porch, ruined by his own feelings.

“Say it again,” you said.

He blinked, now being confused. “What?”

“Say it again,” you breathed, voice almost lost in the storm, in the scene of it all. “But say it like you mean it.”

His jaw clenched. His chest rose. And then he surged forward, grabbed your face, and kissed you like the world was ending. When he pulled back, he whispered against your lips, “I love you, y/n..and im sorry i fucked up, and im sorry it went that way but fuck - i truly love you, alright? I dont want Padmé. I dont want anyone. Yes, at first it was about her but you turned my world upside down and i just--i just love you. I want you. All of you."

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[nekrosdolly]

C-Cock warming with Wesker thoughts?

👉👈

listen, i understand the appeal of cockwarming but as someone with a pussy, that would throw off your ph balance, and his, so fast.

anyway, here's this.

cw; cockwarming, gn!reader, reader's genitalia is nondescript, implied dom/sub dynamic, implied age gap (reader is early twenties, wesker is late forties), takes place before re5, petnames used (little dove), orgasm denial, creampie

you don't know how long you've been sitting on your boyfriend's lap with his cock buried inside you. he pays you no mind as he works on writing his lab report, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist. he's hardly said anything in the past twenty minutes and you're starting to get restless, wanting him to move or give you *something.*

"al-"

"hush, little dove. you'll get what you want in due time," he mutters, light annoyance in his voice.

his breath hitches in his throat when your walls squeeze him, the grip on his pen faltering for just a split second.

"please?" you whine quietly, shifting your hips a little.

his thinned patience snaps. a moan escapes you as starts bucking his hips up into your needy hole with impressive force and speed.

"such a needy little thing. you can't wait just a few fucking minutes for me to finish my goddamned report? " he growls into your ear, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. his pace is breakneck, his cock hitting so deep inside you, he's in your guts.

"fuck- s-sorry, m'sorry!" you can hardly keep yourself upright, your thighs forcefully parted as he leans you forward, right over his desk. you grasp at the edge of it, your nails digging into the polished wood surface.

"like hell you are." he holds you in place as he fucks into you with a mean vigor, his stamina unmatched due to his genetic mutations. you know he's getting closer because his thrusts become frantic. it's not long before you're forced to take his cum, the white-hot liquid filling you up comfortably so. you expect him to keep going, to make you cum, too, but he leans you back against his chest instead and resumes working on his lab report. you're frustrated, his cock keeping his spend in you, but if you complain, you'll only get denied again.

[cowb0yluvrr]

hey, lovelies!! i know i've been getting less and less active as of recently in regards of posting and replying to messages, but it's because i've been super busy hopping and flopping around with a new bundle of absolute joy i chose to adopt last week—a bun of mine we named cookie, though with my tendency to nickname everything, i've already started calling her bubblegum and my little star! 🥹 with easter ( my favorite holiday! ) right around the corner and the long wait to get another after my previous boy passed, this was perfect timing!

her personality is just as big and expressive as her eyes, and she's a total bounce house! o( > ᗜ < )o ₊˚⊹

i've been thinking about adding her to the trigun / bebop crew to adventure alongside me in the fictional world as a little space bunny! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა i can imagine vash would love her adorable presence, and how she'd, slowly but surely, grow on spike! it makes me all gushy just thinking about the many interactions with secondary characters as well, and giving her little cameos in yumefics and selfship art!! 🩷

[rosekeu]

soft like a bunny : r. sukuna

this is part 4!

a/n: highschool au, fem!reader, reader has braces, shy+nerdy+sensitive reader! [if you don't like that then leave ig lol] soft spot for reader ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ this part too me all day to write wtf. this chapter drained the fuck out of me. its 2.1k words.

sypnosis: assigned to a project together you have no other choice but to get sukuna's number.

【 playlist 】

[ part 1 ] [part 2] [ part 3 ] [ part 5 ]

sukuna walked to his house after leaving you at yours, though he wasn't too happy knowing he'd be scolded by his parents for his two-day suspension. as he approached his house, sukuna couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. 

 “itadori sukuna! you got suspended! again?!” kaori, his mother, scolded her as she walked over to the pink-haired teen and pinched his ear. yuji stood at the corner, trying not to laugh. sukuna winced in pain but couldn't help but smirk at yuji's amusement. despite the ear-pinching, he knew deep down that his parents only wanted what was best for him. 

“at least it was for a good cause this time,” his twin brother commented, making their mother raise her brow in confusion. “he helped a girl.” yuuji said, trying to convince their mother.

"yeah, it was supposed to be a one-week suspension. but she saved my ass," sukuna said, as the grip on his ear tightened. kaori looked at him with an unconvinced face and asked, "who's this lucky girl then?"

l/n, y/n," he replied, annoyed by his mother's antics. "i heard she's a second-year!" yuuji exclaimed.

"mhm... alright. but you're still grounded, young man!" she said this while lightly slapping sukuna's upper arm. he hissed. "fine." sukuna reluctantly agreed, knowing that his punishment could have been much worse. he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that your name wasn't brought up anymore.

.✿✿✿.

the next day rolled around, and while in chemistry class, you couldn't help but miss sukuna's annoying pestering. you found yourself glancing over at his empty seat, realizing that his absence made the class feel strangely quiet. the teacher's voice seemed to echo in the room without sukuna's occasional snarky remarks. 

as you left the classroom, you remembered you still had a project to complete, with your partner being sukuna. knowing he had a two day suspension made it difficult to get started. you met up with mai and maki and asked them what to do. "you could just ask for his number, idiot," maki said nonchalantly. and you squealed in surprise. 

"no! i can't do that! he barely talks to me, plus he's not going to be here for two days." you sighed in frustration. mai groaned in response. 

"y/n, just ask one of his friends? or doesn't he have a twin brother?" .

you knew they were right and decided to ask his brother for sukuna's phone number. you hurried to the first year hall, feeling a sense of déjà vu from the first time you met sukuna. but this time was different; everything seemed more peaceful. calm.

as you looked through the two classrooms, one said, "class 1-a," and the other said, "class 1-b."

your eyes quickly scanned over class 1-a and found someone that looked quite familiar—the same shade of pink hair; he wore the school uniform more complete; and when you saw his face, it was almost identical to a sukuna, though this one seemed softer and more approachable. his eyes weren't red like rubies; instead, they were hazel, with bits of green, yellow, and brown scattered throughout them. 

the boy wasn't far away, but he sat with a few other friends, including a boy with dark spiky hair and a short girl with short brown hair. you approached them with nervousness.

"hello." you gulped, and the group had heard your voice, turning their attention towards you. the pink haired boy's eyes widened as he looked to recognize you. "you're l/n? right?" 

you froze and nodded quickly, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "yes, that's me," you replied, wondering what he knew about you. "i'm itadori yuuji!" he exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"my brother mentioned you! you're super pretty!" he admitted it truthfully, making you blush and feel a rush of flattery. "these are my friends, fushiguro megumi, and..." the spiky haired boy waved silently.

'kugisaki nobara!" the girl smiled. "it's unbelievable that the name sukuna is associated with someone as adorable as you!" she continued.

you smiled nervously and nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your cheeks. 

"did you need something?" yuuji asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "well, i have a project with sukuna, and i was wondering if you could pass me his phone number." 

"sure, i can give you his phone number." yuuji said, reaching for his phone as you did. megumi and nobara exchanged puzzled looks; they both knew yuuji didn't give out his brother's phone number casually. sukuna was adamant about his personal information remaining private, even for school projects. however, as you exchanged phone numbers, you couldn't help but notice a small smile on your lips. 

'i have his number!!'

"thank you, yuuji," you said, walking out of the classroom. "yeah, of course!"

"why did you give her suku's number?" megumi asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"yeah, didn't you say he was grounded and without his phone?" nobara added, looking puzzled.

"oh, yeah! i completely forgot about that!" yuuji exclaimed, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

.✿✿✿.

you had been looking forward to going home to text sukuna since you received his phone number. once you did, you were frozen on your bed, staring at the screen anxiously.

time passed quickly. you had dinner and finished your homework. and it was already 6 p.m. you grabbed your phone and clicked on sukuna's number to text him. as you typed out a message, you couldn't help but wonder if sukuna would even reply. the anticipation and anxiety grew as you hit the send button, hoping for a response.

???: "hey! this is y/n from chem class. i was wondering when we were going to start our project (✿◠‿◠) [sent-6:23pm]

you stared at the screen as minutes passed by without any response. the silence made you question if you had said something wrong or if sukuna was simply busy. doubts started to creep in, and you couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. 

you turned off your phone, and a frown formed on your face. maybe sukuna wasn't interested in working on the project with you after all. you showered and changed into your cute teddy bear pjs, hoping that a good night's sleep would help clear your mind, but your mind still lingered on your message.

'was it too long? or was the emoticon too much?'

you hid under your covers and tried to distract yourself, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sukuna and the unanswered message. as you lay there, you couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty and wondered if you had done something wrong. 

i'm just overthinking this, you reassured yourself.

.✿✿✿.

"you gave her what?" sukuna whispered and yelled in disbelief at his twins words. yeah, i gave her your number because she said you guys had a project together."

"it's not that part! i don't have my phone, dumbass!" sukuna groaned from the bottom bunk of their beds. yes, the itadori twins were turning 16, and they still had bunk beds.

sukuna sighed, heavily annoyed at yuuji. " i mean, you can grab your phone from mom's special cabinet." "but you know how she gets if we touch her stuff," yuuji replied sheepishly. "besides, i thought it would be easier if she just called you directly." sukuna rolled his eyes, realizing that yuuji's intentions were good, but his execution was always questionable. 

he lazily gets up from his bed and walks over to their mom's special cabinet, careful not to disturb anything. as he opens the cabinet, he notices the familiar blood red phone case. sukuna takes it rapidly, going back to bed quickly. 

he turns on his phone and finds one text message from an unknown number. he read it and thought it was cute.

🐰: hey! this is y/n from chem class. i was wondering when we were going to start our project (✿◠‿◠)  [sent-6:23pm][read-10:55pm]

he edits the contact so it's a bunny emoji. he smirks to himself.

🐯:  come over tomorrw. we can work on it together. [sent-10:56pm]

he impatiently awaits a response: "yuuji, are you fucking pranking me with a fake number?"

"what? no way!" 

as he was about to curse out his brother, his phone chimed.

🐰: okay :) i was worried you weren't going to respond lol [sent-11:00pm] [read-11:00pm]

🐯:  i'm fucking grounded. i'm talking to you in secrecy 😈 [sent-11:01pm][read-11:01pm]

🐰: don't get in trouble because of me:(( [sent-11:00pm] [read-11:00pm]

🐯:  you're totally worth it, sweetheart. [sent-11:01pm] [read-11:01pm]

as you read the message, warmth spreads through your cheeks, making you grip your phone even tighter. sukuna smirked; seeing as you hadn't responded right away, he imagined your flustered expression. he became impatient again.

🐯:  respond, brat. [sent-11:06pm][read-11:06pm]

you gathered yourself as your shaking fingers mustered a reply.

🐰: sorry (〃▽〃) that just caught me off guard, is all [sent-11:07pm] [read-11:07pm]

🐯:  i didn't know i made you so nervous. you're probably blushing, aren't you? [sent-11:07pm][read-11:07pm]

🐰: nope! not at all! [sent-11:07pm] [read-11:07pm]

🐯:  prove it, then. [sent-11:07pm][read-11:08pm]

🐰: what? [sent-11:08pm] [read-11:08pm]

🐯:  show me that you're not blushing.  [sent-11:08pm] [read-11:08pm]

your eyes widened, and your stomach began to churn. was he asking for a picture of your face right now? you wouldn't, but if you did, he'd be right. you were blushing profusely, and your heart was racing. you became even more flustered at the thought of proving it to him. 

as you were about to type your response, your phone rang with a sudden call. sukuna. he was calling you out of the blue. you quickly answered, not knowing it was a facetime call. 

"eek!" you moved your phone rapidly as you saw your reflection at the corner of your screen, but bigger than that was the face of sukuna staring back at you; he was visible, but his surroundings were pitch black.

"let me see your face; i didn't call you for nothing." he said it with a sly smirk. you were excited and nervous at the same time as you paused for a moment before adjusting the camera to show your face and half of your shirt. the first thing he noticed were your red cheeks and slightly messy hair.  "so you are blushing; how adorable."

"s-shut up-"

"were getting bolder, i see." sukuna chuckled, his smile growing wider.

"i'm learning how to stand up for myself, so...y'know"

he hummed in response, looking closer at you. sukuna furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes to better see your shirt. small teddy bears scurried throughout the fabric, making him smile.

cute, he thought. "nice shirt," he remarked. and you quickly adjusted the camera so it would only show your face. "ignore that!"

he laughed at your reaction. "ugh, y/n, you're so fun to toy with."

"that's so mean..." you pouted, a tiny frown on your face. his heart squeezed as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

'she is going to kill me...'

"it's late. why did you call?" you asked, fidgeting with a strand of hair. "i wanted to see if you were flustered, and you are."

you laughed, covering your smile, knowing if you showed it, he'd probably make fun of you or stop talking to you. "why are you covering your smile? let me see, brat." he remarked that he was a bit annoyed.

your eyes widened as you grabbed your phone, now only showing half of your face. "no, it's okay. you probably won't like it anyway."

"c'mon, stop being an idiot." he insisted, and you thought about it for a minute before deciding to trust him. "alright, just don't be mean. i'm insecure enough." you whispered the last part, but he still caught on to it.

"just get on with it, dumbass."

you smiled at the screen, revealing your pink-banded metal braces. and waited for his disgusted reaction, but it never came.

"that's hot."

"what?!"

"you heard me." he said this, maintaining an unexpected calmness.

"yeah, right," you murmured as you lay on your side in bed. "i'm serious; they're hot as hell."

you couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and relief. "next time you should get red, i think that would look good too."

you giggled, happy knowing that one of the most insecure parts of you was adored by such an attractive guy like suku.

"i have to go. it's late, sukuna." it was the first time he'd heard his name fall from your lips. he smiled softly, savoring the sound of his name on your lips. "alright, take care and sleep well," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of longing. as you ended the call, a warm feeling settled in your chest, leaving you eager for the next conversation with sukuna as you received one last text.

🐯:  goodnight, qt [sent-11:32pm][read-11:32pm]

🐰: goodnight <33 [sent-11:33pm] [read-11:33pm]

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Kinktober day 2 ~ a visit from your wolf boy bakugou~

!not my picture! !biting kink! !OVER STIMULATION!breeding kink! !knotting! !hybrid bakugou! !bunny reader! !claiming and marking! !bakugo in heat! !female bodied reader!

A/N: this was kinda lazy its not proof read and uh yeah i did this when i was supposed to be sleeping so i hope you enjoy! AGAIN AGELESS BLOGS DNI MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! again im working on figuring out how to write different gender smuts (i just have to listen to spicy bl audios i guess *kicks feet cutely* ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა rawr!)

One darker more lonely night you were in you little cottage in the forest. it was a cold fall night, usually you wouldn't feel lonely at all but this night was far more different you could smell a familiar scent nearby one of someone you knew but you couldn't quite put your finger on it your nose twitched as you tried to identify the smell, suddenly someone started banging loudly on the door of the cottage which seemed to almost rattle the whole place "OPEN THIS DAMNED DOOR" the voice said angrily inbetween slamming on the door "w-who is it?" you ask sheepishly the voice grunts and stops banging on the door then replies "its katsuki.." after hearing his response you swing open the door and let him in. "you wanted to see me?" you ask "yeah i do dumbass." a snarls back he seems more aggressive than usual "something wrong kats?" you ask

awkward moment of silence

.

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katsuki sucks in a breath and his tail sways before speaking once more "yeah there is.....i needa claim you...now." he says, your bunny ears start to twitch in an almost excitement? or nervousness?? some emotion you couldn't quite comprehend maybe your turned on horny?? katsuki then pins you to the ground and you squeal "w-what are you doing?!" you shriek katsuki growls "I'm gonna claim you....breed you." he snarls back you nod out of just hornyness and excitedness. (yes ik those may not be real words let me be adhd pls)

katsuki then starts licking the side of your neck that one spot he knew was sensitive this action elicited a whimper from you which seemed to make katsuki go feral. you could feel his growing knot in is pants creating a bulge and it was....huge....just looking at it made shivers go down you spine all the way to you already dripping pussy.

"someones excited i see." katsuki says smugly your face flushes red at his words "d-dont be a tease kats.....its natural especially if you are l-licking my neck that way." you whine katsuki nips at your neck before speaking "im going to do whatever i want dont tell me what to do rabbit." he says rudely. he then rips your bottoms off and you shiver exposing your fluffy legs and white panties "those where my favourite shorts and you ripped them." you fuss before you can even continue katsuki puts his hand under your panties and rips your shirt off.

"i see you have no bra on~" he teases " SO WHAT!!" you squeak back in defence katsuki then slams his huge knot into your pussy making you squeal in supprise "m'sorry bun couldn' wait." he speaks his breath hitching with every moan. his pace was inhumane and you felt like he was going to rip you in half.

he uses one paw like hand to thumb at you bud sending you almost over the edge, katsuki pulls out of you for a moment then slams roughly back into you. "s'too much..." you babble out feeling overstimulated and fucked out already.......after all you are a bunny, you're small compared to him.

with each thrust katsuki hits that one gummy spot within you and causes you to release already on his cock "cumming already huh? just might make you come many more times.." we says in a husky low voice, you cant help but mewl in response and katsuki starts thrusting faster signalling he was going to release and knot you.

katsuki abruptly pushes knot into you causing you to squeal and he releases his hot cum inside you velvet walls.

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A/N: IM SOOOO SORRY FOR DISPEARING BUT HERE YOU GO SHARKIES!!!

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୨୧ Sway With Me

005 | the morning after

INTERLUDE | opening sequence

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✨🌈 𝕎𝟛𝕝ℂ𝟘𝕄𝟛 𝕋𝟘 𝕄𝕐 ℙ𝟜𝕘𝟛 𝕎ℍ𝟛ℝ𝟛 𝔽𝟜ℕ𝕋𝟜$𝕐 ℂ𝟘𝕄𝟛$ 𝟚 𝕃𝟙𝔽𝟛! 🌈✨ (≧◡≦)💕

ᥫᩣ - ♡ A f t o n' s e n t h u a s i s t (William and Vanessa-movie) +:｡.｡⋆ Very obsessed with the fictional murderer character (silly Willy Afton) 😍💞💖 He had me on chokehold since 2015, I can't get him out of my mind aughhh 💜💜💜

◇。【 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍!!! 』·̩͙

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♡ ⃝ fl𝗈w͟𝖾r ᘏ ៶៶ׄ & 𝗐𝗂𝗇t͟e͟r͟ ୭

✧ ઇઉ .ᐟ m̶ᨣ̶𝗼̶n̶l̶i̶g̶h̶t ‧₊˚ 𝗐𝖾︭ 𝗀ᜊ𝗇’ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾︭ :

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა ˚✧₊⁎ ABOUT - MYSELF ⁎⁺˳✧༚ 🍮 🐾

⟢ Call me Saxlynee or Anh; Quyen or Quen; Marine, whatever u call me but pls don't rude

⟢ 🍷🗝️/  🔗✨ - A Selfshipper/Soulbond Supremacy, care to explain?﹒ᗜ﹒⊹⁺˖ ⌗ Selective & nonsharing

⟢ . 🎀🍰. ౨ৎ˚.ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ᴀғᴛᴏɴ's ᴡɪꜰᴇʏ & ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ♡ྀི ₊🌹 ♡ ☠︎︎༒︎✞︎🕸𖤐 t⚰️☕️ Horror/Villains/Bunnies... enthusiast & enjoyer 💋ྀིྀི

⟢ An Vietnamese person

⟢ Female? Male? Who's care! I'm a rabbit/j (I'm agender)

⟢ Pronouns to call me: She ノ Her ノ They ノ Them ノ Bun ノ Hops

⟢ ＞＜ Mbti: INFP 💫🤭🫠 𓏲 -" Aetheris, Keeper of Dreamscapes "💭🌈

⟢ Not good at communicating with others! Please understand me TT

⟢ I have austim, bipolar disorder, social anxiety, neurodivergent and ADHD, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong please remind me gently and tho.. I can also easily become toxic, double standard (and possibly paranoid/ delusional). Be patient with me if you can...

But anyway, I'm still okay and in the process of "healing" myself.

⟢👉👉 Unfollow/Blocking if you feel uncomfortable or dislike me, whatever it is, I don't care as long as we respect each other's boundaries instead of causing pointless disputes.

⟢ Friendly reminder, I have a "chaotic" writing style [Hyperlexia (with Writing Issues), Executive Dysfunction (ADHD/Autism Related)] meaning my writing can be different, sometimes it often depends on my mood and thoughts. I can't control myself about this inconvenience. AND ALSO THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO ARBITRARILY COMPARE ME TO A.I. AS IF ME WITH THAT THING WRITE THE SAME WAY. FUCK OFF

⟢ Asexual/Bisexual: 【 ⬛🌫️⬜🟪 + 🦋⃤♡⃤🌈⃤ 】

⟢ English is not my native language so my grammar may be very wrong, but I will try to learn to improve

⟢ Im a lore yapper if u care=3

⟢ And yeah I likes to yap about William Afton and Afton stuff, au, hcs,... Its brainrot eats away at my brain like a parasite. Most of my posts about William x reader can be silly, out of character just for fun; wholesome, fluff, comfort - indulging myself mainly and sometimes serious one - I don't play with William Afton characterization!>:(

⟢ Multifandom(mostly Fnaf, luv the story but not the fd.) ♡ I don't follow or write much about a specific fandom.

⟢ Also I'm a reluctantly writer and artist, very lazyass mf help me

⟢ You don't need to send the same question/request 2 or 3 times in the inbox; it really annoys me a lot and I might just delete it. You don't need to worry too much if I don't read it, I do read it, so please limit the spam^^ Sometimes I'll busy, so replying to it will take a long time, depending on whether I have free time.

. 𖧷 ⋆ Also hese are the other social media sites I use if you want to make friend/mutual with me. 𓂋 !

Insta: kais0na

Tiktok: @Aft0nluver

Discord: @t0ych1ca1swillyafter (Still trying figure out how to use this shit)

𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kais0na_101 (if u want to read the fic I had wrote)

❌ DONT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE PRO/COM/DARSHIPPER + PROFIC AND INTO TOO PROBLEMATIC STUFF + BASIC DNI CRITERIA! In general, I don't deal with weirdos + Also if you don’t fw Yumeships/OCxCanon ❌

🪓 🐇 My playlist of Weem on Spotify ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/597EoNVaVdyR9Jx10LsxPk

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𝓲𝓯 𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀, 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝔂. 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓲 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻? 𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓲 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷? 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮. 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔀𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭， 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓳𝓸𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 ; 𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 ; 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓼𝓮𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓲𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷, 𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓻. 𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱. 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼.

art by @ skeletoninthemelonland * ˚ ✦  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- " Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴇᴛ, Cᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀssᴇʀsʙʏ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ, ꜰᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ, ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛs sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʟʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ. Aʟᴡᴀʏs, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. " : ̗̀➛  Dangerously Yours - Masquerade| 1944

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦°✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦°✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

✶ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✶

✧ ❝ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✧

✧ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ✧ ✧ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬 ✧

✧ 𝐀 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬. ❞ ✧

⊹ ❁•-𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧⊹

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[fleshfaery]

૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

mistress arcadia 2 some, bunny 2 most

₊˚ෆ 30 / 178 cm ( 5’10 )

₊˚ෆ dont reply 2 dms much

₊˚ෆ switch

₊˚ෆ fat bitch

₊˚ෆ 10 years of sw ( link below)

₊˚ෆ paraphile ( certified freak )

₊˚ෆ mayor of fucking clowntown

₊˚ෆ mdni 18 + you little fuckers

₊˚ෆ my tags are :

my posts - fleshfaery

asks - 🎟️ mail

selfies - 🥩👙

submissions - 💌

reblogs - 🦢🪚🎪

₊˚ෆ my likes are for all the nsfw gross stuff

other blogs of mine are :

@hunnyguts ( for the tw ickier stuff )

@winxvomit ( for me venting or bitching )

@morgueproperty ( fan page for the lovely )

links:

beacons ( ALL my other socials you can stalk me on )

discord server ( 18 + only )