#i don't dare dream🫠🫠🫠

[pamrak]

QUEEN & SEA MUSIC STORY: Losing Control || EP1

[melanchoire]

thoughts on winter loser g!p with a hot latina stepsister 🫦

i don't know if any of my followers are latinas but if so las amo hermanas 💋

everyone knows that winter is a pervert when it comes to women, but she would be twice as perverted if it were a latina baddie

and to no one’s surprise she’s not a loser here either 🙏🏻 i know she usually is like that but suddenly she feels an enormous confidence that makes her be so shameless with a girl 😭

relationship where both get along and always tend to joke and have fun but but sexual tension is so big and evident that it seems like you two will jump on each other and fuck at any moment 💀 you may be joking with her and she will give you a little playful nudge on your shoulder but suddenly her hand is on your chest?? or give you a soft slap on the ass when you walk past her and she turns her face in any other direction so you can see her smirk

winter isn’t exactly the most subtle… she grew up and spent most of her life in a country where they’re conservative and have strict customs, so you expect her to not take advantage of having a girl in her house who is mostly in tight shirts or short shorts?? she couldn’t be more grateful to her parents for getting divorced and her father giving a chance to a foreign woman with a daughter hot as hell!!

and before she fucks you you have to be mentally prepared that it will be a long night because winter is obsessed with you and needs to see you in any position: cowgirl so she can grab your ass while you bounce on her cock and your tits are in front of her face, doggy style so she can slap your ass and watch red marks appear on your sensitive skin as her hips slam against your backside, and missionary so she can practically bend you in half and see your face while she ruins you 🥴

she is so shameless that she dares to call you mami 😭 the age difference between you two may be a small amount of months but it’s more than enough for her to make her dreams come true

she would also try to learn some spanish because she would like to use it and surprise you while she fucks you 🫠 she is a sucker for the noticeable accent when you speak so she wants the whole combo

[allthesmutl0vers]

Fred Weasley x F! Reader Smut

MDNI, 18+ Requests: OPEN Reblogs and comments are always appreciated.🥰💖 Request: Smut with Fred or George, female reader please! Requested By: @justgethappy Word Count: 3,251 A/N: Sorry this took me so long, I had a family emergency. But I think it might be worth the wait. 🫡🌶️🫠 Summary: You've been crushing on your best friend, Fred Weasley, for years. One night, during a game of truth or dare in the common room, you're forced to finally admit your feelings. Unbeknownst to you, he already knows and has been waiting for you to admit it so he can ravage you in the way he's only ever dreamed about. TW: Heavy spice (P! in V!- Unprotected, but on birth control), light BDSM (choking, some bondage), Oral (M & F receiving and giving), Gagging (no vomit), Possessive!Fred, Spanking, Claiming Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, God Kink. (Let me know if I missed anything.)

"Nervous?" Fred asks as he sits down beside me. My heart flutters as his hand brushes mine as he leans back on his hands. How I've managed to focus on anything all of these years with him always at my side is nothing short of a miracle.

I shake my head with a small smile spreading across my lips. "Nope," Liar. I lie and lean closer, smelling fireworks and cedar. God, why does he have to smell so good? "You?" I ask as Lee sits down with an empty bottle in the middle of all of us.

Fred chuckles, biting his lower lip with a smirk as he looks me up and down. "Not even a little," he winks. He's such a flirt that for just a moment, I think he actually might be flirting with me. But that's crazy. Not only did he just break up with Katie Bell, he's my best friend, not to mention the biggest fucking flirt in the school.

"Everyone ready?" Lee asks, rubbing his hands together with a smirk. We all nod and agree, and he clears his throat. "Brilliant. Now, remember, you have to do your dare or answer your truth honestly. If you don't, you get a jinx, and we'll know you're lying anyway. Not to mention, you'll have to live with the jinx for a whole day," he laughs.

My stomach flips with nerves. I don't think I could live with 'liar' or 'wimp' painted across my forehead for a day. My plan of action is just to pick 'truth' the entire game. It's better to admit something embarrassing than have to do some horrific dare like stripping and running down the corridor and back like Lee had to do last time.

As the game goes on, I'm lucky enough to not have to bottle land on me. Angelina is dared to make out with George. Lee admits to having stolen from Honeydukes multiple times. Harry had to take a shot while doing a handstand. George had to eat an entire handful of puke-flavored Bertie Bott's Beans. (Lucky for Angelina, it was after their make out session.) And Fred was dared to give Harry a very sultry lap dance. I might just make it out of this game unscathed. At least, that's what I thought until the bottle landed on me.

"Y/n," Lee smirks. "Truth or dare, love?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me. He knows I'll pick truth, but he also knows about my crush on Fred. If I pick truth, he'll no doubt ask about it. But if I pick dare, he'll no doubt make me act on it.

I take a deep breath and sit up. "Truth," I tell him in a flat voice that contrasts the adrenaline and nervousness rushing through my veins, and settling deep in my stomach.

Lee smirks and looks at Fred before looking back at me. "Y/n, is it true you have a crush on one of our Weasley twins?" My stomach drops, and the only thing keeping me from completely passing out is the fact he didn't specifically name Fred.

I weigh the options for a moment, which is pointless because if I say no, the jinx will out me anyway. "Yes," I admit, barely above a whisper, as I feel my cheeks flush. Goddamn it, Lee.

"Which one?" Angelina asks from my other side, her eyes narrowing at me. Shit, maybe Lee should've asked if it was Fred. I know Angelina likes George, and as much as I love him, he's all hers if she wants.

"I answered my truth," I try to play it off as a joke. I can tell her in private later if I have to.

Angelina spins the bottle, then stops it as it lands on me again. "Truth or dare?" She damn near spits at me.

"That's not-"

"Pick," Angelina practically seethes.

"Truth," I answer hesitantly.

"Which one do you like? Fred or George?" She asks sternly. Merlin, I could strangle her with my bare hands right now. I say a silent prayer for George if this is what he's into. But from the look on his face, he might be rethinking Angelina. "We're waiting," she says impatiently when I don't answer right away.

"Fred," I admit, feeling the blooming jinx fade away. I watch relief wash over her face, and she smiles. I'm so glad you're relieved, bitch. Because I might just fucking die. I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and refuse to look at Fred, who I can feel staring me down. "Let's just keep playing," I mutter, my heart not into it anymore.

When the game finally ends, I sit and watch everyone else leave before I stand and let out a huge sigh. Whatever fallout comes from admitting my feelings for Fred can wait until tomorrow. "Y/n," Fred's voice says softly behind me as I reach the stairs that lead to the girls dorms.

Guess we're dealing with it tonight.

I turn to look at my best friend as he steps closer. "Fred, I-" he cuts me off by taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine harshly. Fuck, is this really happening? I lean into it, my hands finding his waist and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

When our lips finally part, my eyes flutter open, looking up into his eyes. "It's about bloody time you admit it," he chuckles against my lips. "Merlin, woman. You know how to keep a man waiting."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean? You knew?" I ask, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

Fred chuckles, shaking his head and resting his forehead down on mine. His hands roam to my waist, gripping me tightly and making me suck in a breath. "Darling, I always knew. I was just waiting for you," he says with a smirk. "Why do you think I left Katie?" he shakes his head, lifting it and tipping my face up to his by my chin. "She isn't you," he grips me tighter, making me clench my thighs. "You take up so much damn space in my head. I couldn't cum unless I was looking at the back of her head, pretending she was you," he says huskily.

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, leaving me looking like a blubbering fish. He pretended someone else was me? He left someone because they weren't me? My brain is in a fog. The only thing it's able to focus on is Fred, fucking. I've imagined it so many times as I pleasure myself under my sheets. I feel my panties dampen at the thought of Fred between them, fucking me better, harder than anyone else before.

"Show me," the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.

Fred looks at me as if I just handed him a million galleons. "Don't temp me, darling. Say you don't mean it," he says huskily, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain, but I don't move away.

I bite my lower lip, my teeth biting into the tender flesh under his darkening gaze. "I mean it," I tell him.

Fred groans, his head tipping back before his eyes meet mine again. "Come with me."

Fred grabs my hand, leading me to his dorm room. I can see it's empty, but that doesn't mean that Lee or George won't be back soon. Fred doesn't seem bothered by it, however, given the way he spins me, pinning me to his door. One of his hands pins both of my wrists above my head, the other hand gripping my waist as he presses his lips to mine.

I hum with pleasure into the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue to enter when he licks my bottom lip. Fred groans, his grip on my wrists tightening as he moves to kiss down my jaw, my neck, and the sweet spot right behind my ear that turns me into putty in his hands. "Freddie," I whisper.

"Mm, yes, darling?" He hums as his other hand moves to my ass, cupping it and lifting my leg to wrap around his waist.

I hold back a moan as my desire and lust for him only grows. "What- what if they come back?" I ask with a hiss as he nips my neck.

Fred chuckles in my neck, his breath sending a pleasurable shiver down my spine. His eyes meet mine, the usual funny and kind sparkle in them long forgotten as they darken. "Don't worry about them. They won't be back tonight," he says firmly.

I nod, helpless, as he lifts me by my thighs and carries me to his bed, laying me down on my back. Fred kisses me again, kneeling between my legs as his fingers work to unbutton my top with haste. Once all of the buttons are undone, he lifts me by the small of my back as I remove it the rest of the way, taking off my bra along with it.

Fred pulls back, breaking the kiss as he looks me up and down, biting his lower lip. "Merlin, have mercy, woman," he groans. He lays me back down, propping himself up on one hand as the other moves to grope my breast, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipple between them, making me let out a whimpering moan. "You're so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

My fingers unbutton his top, tugging on it so remove it as he leans back to finish pulling it off. "Then get to it, Weasley," I tease with a smirk. I stare at his chest with need. Merlin, quidditch does a body good. His toned and muscular shoulders, his profound abs tensing at my teasing.

Fred's hands move up my thighs painfully slow to the waistband of my skirt and panties, pulling them both down and tossing them aside in one fluid motion, leaving me bare in front of him. "Watch your tone, darling," he warns as he cups my pussy, making me gasp as he slides a finger between my folds and circles my entrance, careful not to touch my clit.

"Or else you won't let me cum?" I tease, grinding myself against his hand, desperate for his fingers to reach my clit.

Fred smirks as he leans over me again, thrusting a finger inside of me and eliciting a moan to leave my throat. "No, darling," he teases back as he curls a finger inside of me, pressing right on that spongy sweet spot inside of me, making me pant with need. "Or else I'll make you cum so hard you'll cry," he says, nipping my nipple. "Begging me to take it easy as you cum over, and over again."

I feel my walls clench around his fingers as he slides another one inside of me. "Mmm, but it seems like you want that, don't you?" Fred taunts as his thumb finally lands on my clit.

I nod, moaning softly as he works his fingers with perfect precision in and out of me as his thumb rubs my clit. "Yes... God, yes," I whimper underneath him, my nails scratching down his sides and making him shiver. I undo his pants and reach into them, grasping his rock-hard cock. Fuck, he's so big. How is that supposed to fit?

Fred groans, tilting his head back as he thrusts into my hand. "Such a good girl for me," he praises. He leans down, kissing the sweet spot behind my ear again as he whispers into my ear. "I need to taste you. I might just die if I don't," he pleads.

I tilt my head, pressing my lips to his with a moan. "Yes, Freddie. I need it," I whimper against his lips.

"Mm, then get on my face, darling. Take your seat on your throne," he says with a groan as he pulls back, taking his devious fingers with him. He takes off his pants and boxers, kicking them off to the side as he lays on his back.

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks. "What if you can't breathe?" I ask nervously as he pulls me onto his face to ride it reverse-cowgirl.

Fred slaps my ass, making me gasp as he grips my hips. "I swear to God, darling. If you don't sit on my fucking face, then I will die. Now sit on your goddamn throne and let me eat my pussy," he demands.

He doesn't leave me with any option as he pushes my thighs apart, forcing me to sit on his face. "F-Fuck!" I moan loudly as his tongue dives inside my entrance, thrusting in and out as he devours me whole. My eyes find his long, thick cock as the tip drips with pre-cum, making my mouth water. I lean forward, pushing my pussy into his face and making him groan.

I take his cock in my hand, pumping it a few times before I lick slow circles around his tip with my tongue. Fred moans, gripping my hips tighter as his tongue lands on my clit. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking as I take him deeper in my throat, my hand pumping his cock where my mouth can't reach.

Fred smacks my ass again, drawing another moan from me around his cock. "Fuck, yes," he moans against my clit, adding the perfect amount of vibration. His hips thrust up, forcing me to take more of him down my throat. Tears prick my eyes as I gag around his cock when it hits the back of my throat. "That's it, darling. Gag for me like a good little slut," he growls.

I feel myself get wetter from the mix of his filthy words and his praise. My legs begin to shake on either side of his head as my orgasm begins to crest. "F-Freddie, I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, darling. Give it all to me," Fred demands from beneath my thighs as he begins to suck on my clit. My hands grip the sheets, digging in as the tether inside of me snaps, and I let out a loud moan, a string of curses, and his name as Fred rides me through my orgasm with his devilish tongue.

When my orgasm finally fades, I'm a shaking, whimpering mess as he lifts me, switching up our positions and laying me on my back again. "You're so beautiful when you come undone for me," he praises softly, kissing me and allowing me to taste myself on his lips. "Do it again," he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

I moan and whimper as he pushes his long and thick cock inside of me. I've never taken anyone of his size before, and it hurts at first. "Relax, darling," Fred says softly, holding still as I adjust to his size. "That's my girl," he says sweetly, kissing my neck. "Are you ready?" he asks, his expression caring.

"It's not all the way in?!" I ask in shock as my body begins to relax around him.

Fred chuckles and shakes his head. "Only half-way," he smirks, nipping my bottom lip between his teeth. "Though I appreciate the sentiment," he teases.

I let out a shaky breath and smirk. "You're insufferable," I tease.

Fred hums as he pushes himself inside of me further, settling into the hilt. "Just for you," he says lovingly. He leans back, looking down at where his cock starts to thrust in and out of me, gripping my thighs. "You take me so well. Fucking made for me," he groans.

I grip the pillow above my head. "God, Freddie, it's yours," I moan softly as the pain disappears and melts into Earth-shattering pleasure.

A low growl escapes Fred's throat as his speed picks up. "Damn right, it's mine," he moans. "All," he thrusts. "Fucking," another hard thrust. "Mine," he emphasizes with a hard thrust, making me mewl and writhe under him.

"Fred, God, yes!" I cry out as he leans down, his thrusts unrelenting. His hand wraps around my throat, not cutting off my air, but cutting off the blood flow to my head.

"Don't cry out for God, he's not the one fucking you," Fred moans darkly. "I'm your God now. Cry out for me," Fred demands.

I whimper, my hands draping around his neck. "Freddie," I moan as his thrusts quicken. "Freddie, yes. You're- You're my God," I whimper.

"And you're my parishioner," he answers. "My devout little lamb," he praises as he releases my throat, allowing the blood to flow back to my brain as he sits back on his ankles. His thumb rubs my clit fast as his thrusts get harder, pounding into me with unrelenting force.

My legs begin to shake again as my orgasm threatens to crash into me like a bludger. My moans become frantic as I pull my legs up to my chest, keeping them spread wide to allow Fred's cock to reach impossibly deeper. "Freddie, I need to cum," I whimper and plead.

"Then cum, little lamb. Give me everything you have, and I will fill you up," Fred moans as his cock twitches inside of me, and his thrusts begin to stagger.

My back arches as my nails tear at the fabric of the pillow above my head. My orgasm crashes into me, setting off stars in my vision as my release washes over me. "Fred!" I cry out in a strangled cry.

Fred moans my name loudly as he thrusts into me one final time, spilling his hot cum inside of me. He rides us both through our highs before he finally withdraws his cock. He leans over me, brushing my hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear. "You did so well, little lamb," he praises softly, kissing the edges of my mouth.

I hum with pleasure as a smile dances across my lips. "Just for you, Freddie," I respond softly, kissing his lips.

Fred cleans us both up, tending to me with care as he wipes me down, puts on my panties, and dresses me in one of his shirts before laying back down next to me and pulling me to his chest. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you," he says softly as I cuddle into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

I look up at him and smile. "Was it worth the wait?"

Fred smiles and kisses my forehead. "For you? I would wait a thousand years to make you mine."

I giggle softly and kiss him back. "So I take it we're officially together?" I tease playfully.

Fred laughs softly and nods, running his fingers through my hair. "Unless you have other plans," he teases back. "Though I doubt anyone can make you feel the way I just did," he taunts with a wink.

I roll my eyes and snort a laugh. "Someone thinks highly of himself," I quip with a smirk.

"Says the one who called me 'God,'" he quips back.

I smile and snuggle closer, draping a leg over his thighs and pulling myself closer. "Fair enough. But, Freddie?"

"Hmm?" He hums tiredly.

"If you flirt with another girl again, I'll end you both," I warn him.

Fred laughs and shakes his head. "Yes, ma'am."

[eobe]

Happy Valentine's Day to you all 🥰✨ARC trooper Echo CT-1409 is CT-1402 today and he's coming for you 😽 Get SHOT! 😎💘

Big shout-out to @lonewolflupe's wholesome Valentine's event 💘 Spread love, send messages, melt and drown in sugar, because you're the most loving and supportive community I've never dared to dream of 🥰

A close up, why it’s Echo, the targets and the inevitable ramble below the cut… 🏹

I always get grumpy and blushing when too much pink, glitter, candy and stuff, but deep inside I can't help myself and yield cuteness overload dopamining 🫠✨

ARC trooper Echo is on duty for this day and he won't do a job without the best and most badass gear! ✨😈 He even borrowed himself a winged sky trooper jetpack and Omega’s bow, but only because he can 😎✨ But Maker, he's allowed, he deserves and it's Echo! 💕

Have a closer look. I never did lighting like this before! 🤩 I don't know if it's accurate – I just thought and tried to imagine of how materials would reflect, how much and where and in which angle 🤯✨

I had fun and some frustration figuring his pose! First, he's with the jetpack, what to do with the legs?

Second, as I'm an archer myself, I wanted to give him a good archer posture, but he has a scomp too! +50 skill, +50 difficulty, +100 badassity. Good thing he can hook in this bow-ring of the Zygerrian design and I'm aware that there are many little inaccurate things to find, but I'm still a drawing Padawan, not a master 😂🫶

Third, angles. Can‘t tell what it is exactly. Something worm's eye view, little mortals on the ground looking up to sweet doom coming down from the aurora skies 🤩✨🧡❤️🩷💜✨

But I‘m actually a proud little drawing Padawan looking at this artwork at all 😱 Echo, you're worth the hours. Fandom, you even more. Get ECHOed, cuties 🫶 And everyone, who sees this! 💘

My headcanon, why it has to be Echo:

(Domino Squad at the Barracks)

Echo: No! NO, I don’t want to! Hevy: Vod, it HAS to be you! Echo: This just... isn’t fair! Droidbait: What‘s your problem, brother – I can’t do it, I‘d manage to get shot with this myself! Cutup: And besides that you‘re not as half as cute as Echo! Echo: (teeth gritted) hrrr… shutup cutup! Fives: Echo, they’re right AND you’re the only one around who has the number CT-140... Echo: (interrupting) YOU are the one who always echoes that were NOT our numbers, not me! Why don't YOU be named "Echo", huh? Fives: (handing Echo the Cupid bow, doing huge puppy eyes) Vod – yes, we‘re not numbers, but being Cupid CT-1402 is actually a good thing and... not matter any numbers, you're just the best of us all. 💕🏹 Cutup: … And you really can’t hand this Droidbait! All: Shut up, Cutup!

Targets, that volunteered 😎💘:

@eclec-tech – Writing owl twin, always having a spicy caf for me, managing to inspire me into colorful dimensions and owling with meee 🧡✨ @clonethirstingisreal – My warmhearted friend, always encouraging 🥰🫶 @vrycurious – One of my most supportive out of the box thinking moots 🤩🫶 Targets, that kind of volunteered 💞👀:

@returnofthepineapple – Sweet Piña 🍍🥰 'STOKED' hehe! @freesia-writes – Cute! 😻 Side eying too loud in the reblog 👀 @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Hot chick calling me bb 😽🌹💋 @523rdrebel – hehehe 😏 'can't wait' @littletroggo – Cute moot doing cute art and also ‘can't wait' 🥰✨ @cw80831 – Most proper tagging support! 🤩✨ Targets, that are locked in my crosshair 🤪💞✨:

@ghostymarni – Sweet vod 💗 Queen of Chaos, holding my beer 🍺💘 @wings-and-beskargam – Chaos twin vod 💙🫶🩵 endlessly patient and giving, lovely soul 💘 Targets, that won't get away 😎💘✨:

@lonewolflupe – Double tag, double target, double shot 🤩🏹💖💘 Get ECHOed thoroughly 😏💞🦾 Thank you for everything – you KNOW what I'm thanking you for and will never stop being thankful 🥰 🫠

@foxwithadarkside – no words needed but anyway 😎🏹✨ Muse, art collab witch, badass, quality talk, thank you 💘😽

General volunteering targets: @bixlasagna @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit

[megistusdiary]

Ok but transfem Arle with a breeding kink tho

-🎭

i've been waiting for this one. i have been having arle brainrot for like 2 days because of this. just waiting for the right moment to write/post this.

it is time. 🤭 feast your eyes upon the culmination of my kinks all in one place.

this turned out so long 😞 i hope i didn't make arle ooc 🫠

(also, i just learned you can save drafts of ask answers. was that new? or am i really just that clueless)

transfem!arle + breeding ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dom transfem!arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, face riding, penetration, breeding kink, size kink, arle is a little rough/possessive

rough. that was the easiest word to use should anybody even dare to ask what it was like to bed your lover.

no matter how much restraint she showed, her sharp nails would still dig into your hips, leaving marks and scratches you could feel, even when you couldn't see them.

the way her hips would pound into yours would leave you feeling sore and achy the next morning.

her teeth would leave sharp indents and hickies strewn across your neck like a line of string lights.

yes, rough was quite the accurate way to describe your love life with her. yet there was love behind all of that. all of those bite marks, scratches, and bruises lay how much she cherished you. how she couldn't bear to even fathom life without you.

so, you must forgive her for what may seem like careless rough play. though, she does adore when you tell her how much you love it. when you ask her to be rougher.

however, nothing could top the feeling she got when you insisted on her breeding you. the way the words fell so easily from your lips had her promptly stiffening in her expensive office chair while you stayed perched upon her lap.

"what's gotten into you today?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed as her sharp nails dig into your hips through your clothes.

despite her tone bordering on harsh, you could feel the way she hardened beneath you. your teeth sunk into your cheek to prevent your smile bubbling up as you cleared your throat, leaning closer.

"don't pretend like you don't think about it all the time." you decided to tease her, hoping she would forego work in favor of taking care of you instead. "please?" you add, in a whiny little tone that has her exhaling sharply.

you yelp when she picks you up abruptly, your legs wrapping around her waist as she stands from her desk, shoving her chair out of the way.

"you're sure? don't go asking for things you can't manage." she reminds you and you scoff.

"i can take it."

and, with that, she carries you out of her office, everyone scrambling off and out of view before she could even lay eyes on them.

the minute you got to her bedroom, the door was kicked shut and locked, your back pressed against the wood as her lips stole your breath.

she let out a grunt when your tongue swiped over her lips, and she pulled away, moving one hand to grip your jaw. she pushed your cheeks together, opening your lips and sliding her tongue over yours.

oh, and the pitiful whimper you let out was just so sweet. she just couldn't help herself. the hand wrapped underneath you squeezed your skin through your clothes, holding you firmly against her as she slowly moved you both towards her large bed.

you were familiar with her bed. the softness of the silk sheets, blankets that felt like heaven, pillows full of fluff to keep you traversing your sweet dreams.

she dropped you onto your back on the bed, hearing your little huff of air when you hit the mattress. she looks down at you, shrugging off her outer coat to reveal that sleeveless turtleneck she knows you like. the way her jacket obscured her muscles from view was simply unacceptable, and this was most certainly your favorite way to see her.

she leaned back over you, this time letting her hands slide down your front, to the hem of your shirt. she wasted no time in yanking it up, revealing your stomach and bra, urging you to slide it all the way off.

the second she got it off your hands, she flung it across the room, looking down to admire you.

"you're so pretty." she praised in the sultry voice she knew made you shiver. a clawed nail trailed down your stomach, admiring the size difference between her hand and your body.

"don't tease me-" you protest softly, looking up with your best puppy-dog eyes. and who was she to not oblige your sweet little requests?

she swiftly removed your pants, leaving you in your undergarments before she was quick to remove those, too. she tore your panties clean off of you, ignoring your little surprised gasps and mumbles, tossing the torn fabric aside.

you half expected her to start stripping, but instead, she laid down next to you, pulling your nude form onto her lap.

the confused tilt of your head had the corner of her lips quirking up. she gripped your hips firmly, pulling you up towards her lips slowly as your eyes went wide.

"arle-" your voice was soft, nearly a whisper. you felt her lips touch your thigh gently, a silent reassurance as she hovered you over her mouth.

the first touch of her lips to your clit sent a jolt through your body, hips twitching in response as she let out a soft hum. she lapped at your clit, moving your hips for you to let you feel the wetness across your entire pussy.

every little movement had you letting out whimpers and involuntary noises, albeit muffled from your palm, head tilted back. "fuck, arle- that feels good-" you panted, other hand finding her hair to gently card your fingers through.

your palm pressed against her scalp, letting her feel the heat of your skin. she slowly let go of her grip on your hips, letting you ride her tongue at your leisure, listening for the slowly rising crescendo of your moans as you approached your orgasm.

blood rushed through your ears, tuning out her soft mumbles of what you assumed, or hoped, was praise.

she pulled away for a moment, tapping your thigh as you looked down at her, leaning back to sit on her chest instead.

"grip the headboard, and try to keep yourself upright. can you do that for me, doll?" she asked in a voice you knew you couldn't refuse, rapidly nodding as she kissed your thigh sweetly.

you moved back, hovering on shaky thighs while she sucked your clit. you heard the sound of her belt clinking behind you, head turning to see her unbuckling her belt, sliding the fabric just enough to free her cock.

it was pretty, long and thick, with similar markings to her arms.

before you could admire her any further, she lightly patted your ass, pushing you onto her tongue teasingly.

your head fell forward, listening to the sounds of one of her hands pleasuring herself. you could feel rather than hear the soft vibrations of her grunts against your cunt. your hips ground into her tongue, chasing your high as she looked up at you, stroking herself while she waited for you to cum for her.

the second you did, moved both hands to hold you up while grinding you into her tongue, drawing out your orgasm while maintaining the integrity of your lover's neck.

once you feebly grasped her hair, gently tugging and mumbling about being too sensitive, she finally pulled you away, sliding you over to rest on her lap. you could feel her cock pressed against your back, leaking onto you as you had into her mouth and now on her stomach.

the remnants of your glossy release stained her black turtleneck, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance, pulling the fabric off to reveal her toned stomach and plush chest.

she removed the rest of her clothes, making you finally feel more at ease to see her just as exposed. you moved to kneel above her stomach, hands pressed to her abs as you sat back down, her cock now in front of you.

you slowly inched down, about to kiss the tip before she stopped you. "not today." she shook her head, opting to use oil to slick herself instead, coating her cock in a light sheen, grunting with each movement of her hand before she pulled you to hover over the tip.

shaky breaths came from both of you as she slowly slid you down her cock. she gave you time to adjust with each inch, filling you up completely until your pelvis finally sat flush against hers.

your head fell forward, hands pressed to her toned biceps. she looked up at you, waiting patiently for you to tell her when you were ready.

of course, as soon as you had somewhat adjusted, her hips shoved upwards roughly into yours. the force had you bouncing on her lap, only stabilized by her iron grip on your body, surely leaving handprint-shaped bruises on your skin.

each noise from your lips was sinful, feeling completely stretched out and full from her. she looked up at you as if you were her world, focused on each tiny change in your expression. carefully monitoring your pain and pleasure, altering the angle of her hips in just the right way to have you trembling in her lap.

"you're so tight, doll. i need you to relax for me." she huffed in between clenches of her jaw. she shoved herself further into you, feeling you tighten around her and she groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

she found herself more endeared with how you seemed to praise her, mumbling how full she made you feel, how much you loved her, how much you wanted her to fill her up... it all had her ego inflating like a balloon ready to burst.

her thumb slid down, teasing your clit with tight circles that had your back arching.

"no- don't wanna cum without you-" you weakly protested, and she scoffed, rubbing faster.

once you finally started shaking again, body stilling except for your shivering, she eased up. you felt so tight around her, she couldn't resist, now fucking you with such fervor it had you collapsing onto her chest, panting into her shoulder.

"good, doll. such a good girl for me." she groaned, focused on fucking you deeper. "i'm close, are you sure you want-"

"archons, yes! i told you to breed me!" you cut her off, sucking a dark bruise into her neck, and she shivers.

once again, who is she to deny your wishes?

"if you want it so bad, then you'll fucking take it. you're mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to hold. you're mine." she hisses into your ear, kissing your temple with such gentleness that it leaves you reeling.

her hips press deeper into you, pushing her cock further in as she finally cums, curses tumbling from her lips. you feel the warmth of her release spread inside of you, indulging in her grunts and soft breaths, cuddling against her as her bare chest presses into yours.

her hands slowly smooth up and down your back, keeping her cock inside of you to keep you plugged up. she relaxes beneath you, letting you stay on top of her as she caresses you gently, feeling you ease into a calming sleep, enjoying the warmth of her around and inside of you.

[fangirlfrom-hell]

How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby? || Jay Halstead x reader!

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: Intelligence unit takes care of Jay's newborn baby while he and his wife are in court. Turns out it is the most difficult case they have worked on.

-"You can't go in there". Platt muttered in a scolding tone to Adam, who wanted to go into the coffee room.

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

-"Shhhhhh". Kim gave him a punch on his arm. -"Keep it quiet, you're gonna wake her up".

-"Ok, alright". Ruzek kept his voice low. -"What the hell is going on, girls?"

-"Halstead's baby is sleeping in there. Don't you dare to interrupt her sweet dreams, bro". Kevin said from his desk.

-"Look at her. You can see her smile even from here". Hailey said, peeking through the window.

Trudy and Kim followed her.

-"She's so lucky she didn't get her father's mad face". The Sergeant enquired.

-"What do you think she's dreaming about? She looks so peaceful".

-"What's going on? Where's Jay? Where's her mom? What is she doing here all alone?" Adam was losing it, increasing his voice volume once more.

-"She's not alone. We're taking care of her!". Hailey frowned.

-"Adam, please". Voigh silently got out of his office and rushed towards him whispering. -"Would you keep it down? I can hear your voice even with my door closed. Let the baby rest, she's only weeks old and already has seen too much".

The detective opened his arms in a defeated gesture. He had just arrived and didn't understand anything.

-"Y/N is testifying right now, we couldn't avoid it. She and her colleagues published the investigation under their names, so...I couldn't stop it. Jay is by her side. The baby is here for protection".

-"She really is a hell of a journalist". Upton mentioned with admiration.

-"And a very brave woman. We owe her a lot in this case". Hank stated.

-"You know? You would have known about this if you had arrived in time to work". Burgess teases Adam.

-"Is there any news about the trial?" Platt wanted to know, worried about you.

-"Not yet, but Jay said he'll be in touch". The boss stated. -"You know these trials take time".

They weren't conscious about it, but the whole Intelligence squad looked hilarious talking with whispers and walking in tiptoes as they went back to their workplaces.

Time passed and the girl was still sleeping safe and sound, until Adam decided to stand up to stretch a bit and stumbled with some cables on the floor. Naturally, the clatter woke up the little baby.

-"It had to be you, right?" Kim mocked her husband as she helped him stand up.

Hailey and Kevin ran to the coffee room as if they were running a race. It was him who got there first and held the baby girl.

-"There, there. Uncle Kev is right here". He tried to reassure her. -"I had siblings and took care of them when they were babies. I can manage another one".

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

-"Ok, it's my turn". Burgess got into the game and took the baby off his partner's arms. -"I'm the only mom here, the only one who has a real daughter. I know how to do it".

-"What are you talking about?" Trudy Platt laughed. -"Makayla was already a grown up when you adopted her!" And she grabbed the baby to accommodate her in her chest. But the crying did not stop.

-"Oh, no. What are they doing to you, sweetie?" Upton grabbed her and laid her in her arms. -"I am her godmother, she knows me better".

The baby Halstead slowed down her crying, but she was still restless.

-"Well, how many detectives do you need to sleep a baby, hum? You don't know anything". Hank Voight gasped. -"Give her to me, I'll show you all". But as soon as she was in the arms of the boss, her crying increased. -"Oh. I've lost touch!"

Jay and Y/N were already at the bullpen, waiting in the stairs. They got in time to witness the fluffy scene.

-"Hey, guys? She's not a rag doll, you know?" Jay said laughing at the scene and his friends turned around with surprise. -"She just needs her daddy's arms''. He took his daughter to stroke her and almost immediately she calmed down.

-"That's not fair". Platt crossed her arms.

-"We brought you coffee". You smiled, leaving the box you were carrying on one of the desks. -"There's not enough caffeine when you take care of a newborn. There's one for each of you, just as each of you like it. Look for your name in the tags".

-"Geez, thanks!" Adam said gladly and balanced the table. -"I was denied entrance to the coffee room the whole morning".

-"I'm sorry". You turned red.

-"Don't listen to him". A chorus of detectives said.

-"She's really calm, it was no problem". Kevin asserted and everyone else agreed.

You approached your husband and as soon as you were in your daughter's sight, the baby started to smile and giggle, throwing little kicks into the air.

-"What? Why are you laughing so much, baby?" You raised your hands and freed Jay's arms. -"Come with mommy, sweetie".

Everyone stared at the scene with tenderness, especially Kim, whose eyes started watering.

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

-"How was the trial? Are you alright?" Platt inquiered.

-"Yeah, I mean it was really scary, but I think it went fine". Y/N hands started to shake a little bit, but she was fast enough to hide them in her pockets. Nobody noticed, except for Jay.

-"She did a great job". He hugged you by the waist, trying to secretly ease you.

-"I have no doubt about it, she already showed us how much of a badass she is". Hank smirked.

-"I will just be more comfortable if you stay in here at least until the Jury deliberates, or as soon as I can go home with you. It's just a precaution, I'm not being paranoid or something".

-"Yes, I agree". Voight followed the idea.

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

The baby yawned and stretched herself so adorably, that she caught everyone's attention again.

-"I should put her down to sleep".

-"Alright. Take my seat, Y/N. We don't know how much we're staying here". Jay pointed out.

-"C'me on, Kim. Give the baby back to her mommy".

-"If you need help with the baby or you get bored of these people around, I'll be downstairs". The desk Sergeant winked at you and you smiled back at her back.

-"She won't be bored. She has me here". Hailey pulled a face.

-"I'll take provisions just in case the little one takes the coffee room again". Ruzek rushed to the kitchen.

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Okay I'm back from a whirlwind zip through London and Florence, heart full of love and eyes full of Benophie so let’s make a breakdown of my errant unhinged thoughts on the season 4 sneak peek!

Benophie: They are somehow both my parents and my children 🥹

Goobie hurts either his ears or his delicious slender fingies and then tries to play it off hoping no one saw

Beneloise are going to continue to be the best, obviously

Violet. VIOLET 🥵 Mama is ready to SLAY. Marcus better be disguised as a cat at this party because that man should be on all fours ready to lap up whatever treats she gives him.

Also: don't even get me started on Eloise of Arc there in the background and how the show dressed her in the coolest possible iteration of this costume. Holy shit, season 4, slow down. I’m starting to think this is a quality tv show…

LOOK at the masquerade! LOOKADDITT!! This is not the cacophony of metallic technicolor vomit season 3 taught me to expect. This is not chintzy flowers and sequins. This is a reversion to season 1’s muted palette. This is dark fantasy. This is the masquerade in The Labyrinth. It’s spooky, it’s moody, and it’s better than I had ever hoped for from Jess Brownell. She said herself Bowie covers may make it onto the soundtrack. I’ll start to pray now.

Uh, Jess Brownell...is that you?

The unicorn-head lady is absolutely sending me 🤣🤣

My sweet, beloved, beautiful John all returned from Scotland and having fun 😭😭😭 why do you do this to me

So clearly costuming decided both to grant mercy to Penelope and bypass her Leprechaun-ification (presumably problematic given Nic is Irish) and give Pirate Colin his Behemoth-Hatted Pirate Wife, Penelope the Blonde. I think Pen has just become Nicola at this point. It's...a lewk and I'm here for it. But who exactly wants to speak to Mrs. Bridgerton now that she's a known mole for the Queen is beyond me.

There she is, the people's princess, absolutely radiant 🥹🩶

Benedict being a smart ass: "Please enter my mother's domicile to begin your tenure of servitude while I begrudgingly permit you to have free will, all the while intending to grabass you in the halls and woo you into being mine forever."

Cinderella era, here we gooooooo

God, they already look like bitches. I'm going to love to hate them.

*screaming, crying, throwing up* as he holds her like she's made of glass; like she's a dream that will evaporate if he looks away, as he touches her for the first time and teaches her to dance 🫠 The way I have DREAMED of this for YEARS 💙

MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE MY COTTAGE WET MY COTTAGE

EX-FUCKING SCUSE ME, WHO INVITED CLIVE OWEN ONTO THE SET? I legitimately had to pause to realize this was him because I saw both Clive Owen and EDMUND first and now I'm remembering how a critic ages ago described the similarity to Clive and also how good the casting is that he looks just like his father and I fucking CAN'T and he's not the only thing that's soaking wet and heaving 😰 giving her those fuck me eyes right from the get

Apparently because his disguise is so shit, his masquerade tekkers is to whip out his gravely Batman voice. Okay, Bruce Bridgerton, calm down. You won't tell your mother? I recall this was also your concern three seasons ago. Always sneaking behind Violet's back, aye? Just kidding, baritone daddy. Let's keep our dirty gazebo secrets together uwu

They did it. They fucking did it. They gave him the phaeton.

THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AHEAD AND RIP MY OVARIES OUT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS SHONDA? GO RIGHT AHEAD AND SHOW ME CANON PAPA BEARDTHONY AND WATCH ME DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY COMPUTER SCREEN. THANKS.

So, in summary...

Season 4 already looks waaaaaay better than I had dared to hope for. The palette. The vibes. The obvious book accuracy. I have...no notes, other than to squeal in barely-contained excitement for *checks watch* about 18 months. Here's hoping it ultimately does satisfy. I'm at least grateful for the very juicy crumbs we're getting in the meantime 💙

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Need more creep pervy poe 🙏🙏🙏🫡😭😭🫠🫠

Distractions

Requested by: Anonyy. :)

A/N: Imagine if the reader would casually climb up the ladder to his cockpit, looking inside and seeing the messy business Poe's doing💀

Yandere!Poe Dameron x Reader

Quick summary: Poe's obsessed with you and found a new and flawless way to relieve his pent up desires while watching you doing your daily work.

Cw/triggers: Poe being a perv and a creep, male masturbation, possessive Poe, mature themes, dirty thoughts, dark themes, stalking.

You are always so cute, precious and adorable in his eyes. Poe had his eyes on you since the first day. He loved watching you at briefings, he made sure to always make eye contact with you when he was explaining something. He loved seeing you paying attention to him.

Poe soon found himself day dreaming about you, he found you irresistible even. He even asked Leia to assign you to maintain his X-Wing, only to have excuses to be close to you.

Poe even found a way to relieve his pent up desires almost right infront of you - it was easy, he only had to sit in the cockpit of his X-Wing, it gave him more than enough cover to deal with himself. The only thing that would be a problem is someone calling out for him or making him climb out of the cockpit. He didn't wanted the whole base seeing him walk around with a raging hard-on after all.

His new way of unloading went surprisingly perfect. He pretended to look at his datapad whenever he saw someone looking at him while his eyes were always locked on you.

One day was like his luckiest day - almost the whole base were on transports and loading supplies into the Raddus Cruiser. Only maintenance crew and some few members stayed behind to keep the base running. You were left too, obediently continuing your tasks.

Poe sent BB-8 to help the others so he could do his business in peace. He climbed into his cockpit and looked out for you. Once he had his eyes on you, his hand unzipped his flight suit and got his semi-hard cock out

"Mm, honey, if you could see the things you always do to me...so beautiful."

He gave himself a few strokes and concentrateted on filthy thoughts of you. He watched you kneeling down to fix a sidepanel on another X-Wing. The view was perfect for him, he loved the way your uniform hugged you perfectly - tightly.

The grip around his cock tightened, he imagined what it would be to finally have you all for himself, no other man would even dare to look at you when he is around.

"Look at you presenting yourself to me like that...as if you know what I'm doing, like you're just teasing me until I finally snap and take what's mine..."

Poe's eyes roll back in pleasure, his mind completely clouded with you. The tip of his cock is already leaking a generous amount of pre cum, he uses it to spread it around his shaft, to slicken himself and imagining his fist being your hole, your wet, leaking hole as he takes you.

He looked back to you and saw you approaching, but you didn't seem to notice him. You walked around his X-Wing to seek advice from another Resistance member. He saw a male member walking with you back towards your workplace, helping you. Seeing you working with another man made his blood boil, but that didn't stop him from stroking himself.

"I would have gladly helped you out, sweetie, but you don't know how I feel about you yet - so I guess you're forgiven for now."

Once the male left, Poe leaned back again and let his thoughts be consumed by you. In a twisted way he thought about what the possibility would be of you climbing up the ladder on his X-Wing and look inside the cockpit - seeing him stroking his cock. How he would love seeing your expression.

His pace increased, he saw you laying on your back and go under the X-Wing to fix something underneath. Your legs were slightly spread for balance, but it only fueled Poe's nearly insatiable hunger for you even more.

"Fuuck... you're so naughty... my naughtly little thing... I swear if you keep doing things like that I will drag you away and you have to call in sick for tomorrow because you won't be able to walk around like you do now..."

He leaned his head back against the seat and began to stroke himself faster, adding stimulation by tightening and un-tightening his fist. He reached into the pocket of his suit and got some tissue out for his imminent orgasm.

The orgasm hit him like a blaster bolt as he groaned deeply and unloaded himself onto the tissue, swiftly cleaning himself up.

After a while he noticed you walking out of view and he took advantage of it, opening the cockpit and quickly making his way down. Poe heard something and looked up in the sky to see the Resistance members coming back. He knew it would take time for them to fully settle everything back into the base and he intented to make use of that time.

Poe walked towards the direction you went into, throwing the used tissue into a nearby trash bin.

Meanwhile you were at the Astromech section of the hangar, preparing an Astromech to be checked. Suddenly Poe approached the entrance

"Oh, hey, Commander." You greeted him innocently.

"Hey there. Listen, I need you to get me the red Astromech over there, he's just deactivated and he has a special modification needed for unloading some heavy equipment." Poe lied efficiently his tone was laced with the hoarsness of his earlier doings.

"Sure thing." you nodded, turning around and walking towards the red Astromech as instructed.

You kneeled down on one knee, reaching out to activate the droid but it didn't activate. Suddenly you heard heavy steps behind you and a presence crouching down behind you

"There let me help you." It was Poe's voice, he grabbed your wrist and brought it back to your side.

"Poe what are you doing?" Your breathing increased, feeling adrenaline coursing through you.

"I wanna tell you something. Come here." Poe suddenly grabbed you by your arms and pulled you back up and lead you to the workbench, placing your wrists on the rough surface, making you bend slightly.

Poe leaned in close, his breath was hot against your ear "You're quite the distraction, you know that?"

"The hell do you mean?"

Poe chuckled, "Hmm, you know exactly what I mean. You belong to me now - infact you already did since day one. You just had no idea. But once we are alone I will tell you everything." you felt the grin against your skin as his lips trailed down your neck, making goosebumps rise up.

Poe kissed your neck softly, sucking on the skin to make sure to give you hickeys and mark you. He grazed his teeth over your skin, making you whimper slightly as he slowly ground himself against you.

"H-hey, Poe, you know the others are back, right?" You asked, hoping he would stop.

Poe snorted "Yeah. That's why I'm taking you with me now so we can be alone."

Poe pulled back and dragged you with him towards his quarters to finally confess his obsession about you and make sure you will belong only to him from now on.

[ssahotchnerr]

good afternoon my queen 🥰 just want to share that i went to a general admission concert last night & we were standing all the way in the back (which is my fav tbh) & i was just thinking about how disgustingly cute it would be to make out with aaron like teenagers 🤭🤭 the team would be around & they’d notice how young he looks again when he’s with you & i just 🫠❤️🥰🩷

enjoy your day katie ily 🥹🫶🏻

hi my love!!!! that sounds so fun i hope you had the best time!!!!

the dream 🥹🥹🥹 ughhhh just aaron wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, swaying gently with you to the music, littering your neck or jaw with kisses before finalllly just turning you around for full access to your lips <333333 hehe he just feels so content and happy and free with you and he can't hold it in for the life of him <333333

and when the team notices <3333 at first they're all just :O, half tempted to say something and tease the two of you - especially when aaron gets a bitttt (a lot) more handsy 🤭 - BUT when they notice alllll the grumpy frown lines on his face absent, he's smiling into the kiss, they don't dare to interrupt 🥹 they haven't seen aaron so happy in a longggg time and they just love how he's found love again because no one deserves it more <3, and that love happens to be you - and they too love you and believe you're the best thing to ever happen to him 🥹 hehe AND it's that night they start taking bets on how long it'll take him to ask you to marry him 💞💓💞

i'm swooning hehe thank you for the thought ily have a good day!!!🥰

[ktownshizzle]

hey hey k! 👋🏼💖

just wanted to share some ult yoongi looks w you (late to the party but hopefully this'll help add to the manifestation power of a bday check in frm him. daring to dream for a live 🤌🏼) (these are all tied for first)

look, if i say this is one of his boyfriend-iest looks to me, do you know what i mean?

amygdala yoongi (my fave song of his and yes it's still long black hair but it's Different. softer. i just had to delete a paragraph but i have Feelings abt this yoongi)

the chains and silver hoops Do Things.

ok, the dirty blonde and this fluffy hair? (who am i kidding and his neck and lips and eyes??? and cheekbones and entire being)

and this is our husband. (idk like you come home and he's at work in his crafting studio out back and is trying to hide how excited he is to show you a vase he just made or something. just casual thoughts abt this that @angellekookie inadvertently helped encourage)

ok i feel you hard on ginger yoongi, but debut yoongi is a particular menace and any yoongi biased ppl who were here for this - how did you ever move on. and then this photo shoot of him w the dog and the camping stuff makes me lose my mind

i can say nothing appropriate abt these

finally, i originally had 10 pictures of him just in hats and beanies. but i'ma share this one cause i don't see it often and his smile's so cute. but him in hats and beanies. it's so hot to me, he looks so good in them 🫠

anyways. ty for letting me wax poetic abt the man we lub in your inbox 💖 i suddenly feel v inspired to work on blink yoongi and hope this brings a lil inspo yr way too. xoxo moochi

Moochi oh my god. 💯💯💯 The taste level is off the charts. Immaculate ult set.

I love the imagines on the artsy Yoons - am thinking like he’s all excited to show you his painting of an egg and he even has paint flecks on his squishy cheeks. I would like to bite him this instant.

The first one with the distressed hoodie and the hair extensions. Sigh. Cat man. Too sexy. I wanna rip the rest of the hoodie to shreds.

Thank you for blessing the feed with this ✨💜

[mikimakiboo]

One silly thought i wanted to share w u (if these type of asks don't make u umcomfortable 😭 feel free to delete if it does dw)

In my headcanons (90% stuff I've read somewhere n 10% what i remember of the canon,, that i probably remember wrong also🫠)

Dream n Cross broke up in bad terms, n I've been shipping Cross w Killer n I just find it so funny in a way that I also like a lot how I've seen the dynamic between Killer n Dream

n I can't get out of my head just, Cross standing there w an 'how dare you' expression at seeing Dream being too friendly w Killer, lol

Ur take on Dream x Killer is so sweet tho, i love them 🥹 like genuinely sweet

In an AU where Cross and Dream dated and broke up I can only imagine Cross would be very offended to see Dream flirt with Killer, that guy is ten times morally worse than him, he would be like "how tf did you brake up with me and settled for that guy instead ???" He's really more confused than mad because really it doesn't make sense

Buuuuuuut since I never shipped Cream to begin with, I don't have this problem in my AU x)

I headcanon Dream to very much be into bad boys / people who can handle him because he has a desire/need to not be considered a fragile little thing, so it makes sense he would eventually be attracted to Killer

Thank you <3 we tend to ramble in the notes with Ancha and we went a little more in depth in the notes of the fic if you would like to read a little more lmao

[synnamon-hearts]

(Had to repost because Tumblr hates me 🫠)

Oooo, now this is different! 👀 Thank you for my final requests of the year! I hope I fulfill them well. I hope you have a wonderful new year, sweetie. ❤️ Now let's see what I can do now...

NSFW down below! (With slight plot cuz why not?)

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Chris has worked hard to get where he is in life, so hard in fact that he never had the time to actually find himself a girl and settle down. His whole world was company which he busted his ass to raise. But then, at a launch party for a new app that his company developed—his latest prized possession—he meets you, a 20-something student who worships anything tech related.

You were filling in for a sick friend, reporting everything that went down before your eyes. Your friend was just going to let it go and accept the bad grade, but you practically begged for this opportunity to meet the man behind the art that his company produced.

It started with a firm shake of a hand, a few smiles here and there as you asked your planned-out list questions that your friend had gave you, though more bashful than said friend intended them to be asked. The chemistry was thick. Not only did Chris see a hint of what he once was (just some little tech nerd with big dreams) but a beautiful young woman with potential to do amazing things... For him.

Ohhh, things move fast in this relationship. Between your worshiping tendencies of all he does and his adoration for your curious nature, you two are inseparable fast. Before you both know it, you are moving into his 4-story home and building your lives around each other.

Ahhhh it is great living with each other, being able to see each other and touch each other 24/7. Practically your relationship is tech talk, video games, and earth-shattering sex. Mmm, the sex of a 30-something year old man. Experienced, but not burnt out. Chris may have not had much time for girlfriends, but he had a few one-nighters with colleagues. He new his stuff.

He loooooves it when you put on his glasses as he fucks you. Sometimes he puts in contacts just so he can see you better when you do it. It's like in a weird way, it makes you more his to see you wearing the one thing he wears every single day for basically his whole life.

He has some strength to him, so he really enjoys lifting you up as he rails you. He takes soooo much pleasure in showing off his strength to you. His absolute favorite is lifting you off your feet and pinning you hard against the wall, all while grazing his teeth against the shell of your ear while he whispers:

"Mmm, little girl. You love the way I hold you, yeah? Good, because I don't intend on letting you go."

He will record you. In fact, the man has probably 50+ hard drives and files on his computer just of pictures and videos of you being oh, so good for him. It's actually impressive how much he has of you. But he is careful. He would never dare let anyone see them. You are his girl, and his girl only.

One thing that always low-key bothered him was his stomach. Yes, he has some strength in those arms and legs but that middle area did go a little soft somewhere along the way. Though he is pleasantly surprised when he finds that you love it. He has dozens of recordings of you kissing and dragging your nails along his pudgy little tummy, until you find the waistband of his boxers. You love how it pushes out his happy trail just a little bit, so you can bury your face into it as you suck him off.

My oh my, is he everything you ever wanted in a man. And you are everything he ever wanted in a girl. He will spoil you rotten with all the techy things you want. And eventually, once you are educated enough (don't worry, he helps you along) you will get a job—any job you desire at his company. He secretly just wants to see you all day so he can chat and fuck you any time of the day.

You're his everything, his little tech angel. He adores you to pieces because you appreciates you so much. You will never have to want for anything ever again just as long as your older, rich nerd of a boyfriend is here for you. You're that small little slice of heaven that he always secretly wished for in his busy life.

𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭~𖹭

[saltpepperbeard]

helloooooo <3 don't think about ed calling stede "love". something stede has canonically dreamed about.

helllloooo babe how dare you <3 SKDKW. i am in fact thinking about it so hard, and as a result, i am going to make my dm musings ✨Public Knowledge✨—

because as i’ve said, stede’s dream at the very start of the season seems to carry a lot of weight. him thinking he has to kill to “win” ed in some way, him running on the beach to reunite with ed (crossing my fingers that that is indeed the case in ep8 because it certainly SEEMS LIKE IT), him delving deep into a more masculine fantasy, etc etc.

SO, it’s all fun and games until yet another thing carries over into reality: him and/or ed using pet names when they see each other again 🫠

and it’s REALLY all fun and games until one of them legitimately goes “knew you’d find me, love.” ((and i was telling ella this last night, but like, the idea of STEDE saying it to ED because it already lives in his subconscious,,,l m a o))

Either way, TLDR, I’m toast the second a canonical pet name drops ✌️😀❤️

[javierpena-inatacvest]

ok what is your most fave javi outfit of all time? remember JUST ONE (I know it's hard lol)

NO. THIS QUESTION SHOULD BE ILLEGAL, I AM CALLING THE COPS ON YOU IMMEDIATELY. HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE?!?!?

Okay, legit I have had to think so long and hard about this because this is not something I take lightly... I'm gonna kind of cheat and give you a 1st, 2nd and 3rd place ranking (because who am I to deny the people of this fine app any less Javi than they deserve 🤷🏼‍♀️)

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I PRESENT TO YOU MY CHOICE(S)

Coming in at 3rd place, we have the blue button down and the grey khakis (PLUS THE TAC VEST). This is a god tier outfit, I don't make the rules. The slutty little buttons undone, the belt, the pants (THE PANTS 👀), I don't know what else to tell ya. Also without the tac vest this outfit gives me dad!Javi vibes 🫠

In 2nd place, I present to you GREEN SHIRT JAVI. Dude, when I tell you that this outfit literally changed the trajectory of my life forever, I do not kid you. SPECIFICALLY THIS?!?!?!

THIS?!?!? THIS RIGHT HERE?!?! I rest my case.

and FINALLY, coming in 1st place is my dearly beloved, the one, the ONLY, RED FLANNEL SHIRT.

I will never get over it. I never will. Every time I see it is more magical than the last. From the moment I first saw this episode I knew there was nothing in life I needed more than that man in a flannel shirt living his best domestic life. I have dreams about this outfit. This outfit has won a Nobel Peace Prize, this outfit is Time Magazine's Person of the Year, this outfit has been given the Presidential Medal of Honor. There is no outfit superior to this and I will (respectfully) fight anyone who says otherwise.

Let's be honest, Javi could put on a sack of potatoes and he would still be the hottest man in the room 🤷🏼‍♀️ Love 'em or hate 'em, these are my choices and I will defend them with honor 🫡

[himilce-persephoniea]

Writing tag game

I was tagged by @tennessoui. Thank you so much 💕 It made me stop and think a lot about my fics 🥰

All the answers under the cut

How many works do you have in AO3?

35! I’m on my second page and very proud of it 🥰

What’s your total AO3 word count?

515.453

What fandoms do you write for?

Exclusively Star Wars, in a very adorable niche

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

- Never underestimate the power of wounded people

- Don't you dare to leave

- The red thread that binds us

- Winter royalty

- I would burn the stars to protect you

Do you respond to comments?

ALWAYS. People spend time to drop a comment on my fics, I always answer them. Even if it’s a 💚

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m a firm believer on the happily ever after. Star Wars is a sad ending enough. So, I never write bad endings.

The only exception is “Not enough”. It ended with Obikin separated BUT I wrote a happy ending for them in a second part. People who like unhappy endings could just stay there, and people who like happy ending could go and finish their story. I wrote it in a very difficult moment. I was angry and I wanted to write something angsty. But then, I calmed and I give them their happy ending 🥰

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, gosh! All my fics have Happy Endings, so I can’t choose 🙈 but I can give you the fluffiest of them all: Here goes the baby.

Do you get hate on fics?

Never 🥰 my readers are lovely people. I’m so lucky with them.

I was worry to have hate when I began to write in the Obikin fandom, but, people have been just adorable.

Do you write smut?

🙈 I try

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not. But I love to put some little details, like a background character or something from other franchises in my fics for the readers to pick it up. It's funny.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know 🙊

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not as far as I know.

Once, someone asked to make a translation, but as it was for another website than AO3 I wasn't sure, so I didn't consent. The person was respectful and didn't push 🥰

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

…. From another fandom in SW, from far away in time: “I turned and you were there...” And look! Anakin and Obi-Wan were already there with a huge role 🤣 I was already doomed

What are your writing strengths?

👉👈 my weird sense of humour 🙈🤡 I can’t be serious for two seconds, so I’m having fun writing my fics.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m not a Native English Speaker: grammar and spelling are my cross 🫠 before COVID I needed a translator for almost everything fic related, and I now I suppose to write for English people 😰 (press the panic button)

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Done! I love my Argentinian Anakin 🥰 (you can see him sing in Spanish here: “Once upon a dream”).

I speak 5 languages well (Spanish, French, Catalan, Italian, and English) and destroy one last (Dutch). In a galaxy full of sentiens from different cultures, I’m certain than Jedi can speak many languages (specially knowing that our Obi-Wan is one of the few humans that can speak Twi-Leki 🥰).

First fandom you wrote for?

Caltrilla!! “On a dream”

I don't care what Respawn and EA think, Trilla survived and lives forever after happy with her Jedi 😤 (there a possibility of a threesome with a certain witch, I’m not picky)

Favourite fic you’ve written?

😱😱😱 Do not make me choose between my babies!! I love them all in equal measure!!

But “Of Storm and Midnight Skies” help me pass a difficult part of my life; made me laugh, and made me cry. And it seems it's the one Obikins love less 🥺

Tagging (if you would like!, not obliged to):

@renlyslittlerose, @tomicaleto, @paracosm-draw, @human-rocket, anyone that sees it 🥰

[sugatrapp]

「 Don't They? 」

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Pairings: Stefano Valentini x Female Reader

Summary: Most days, it seemed like Stefano cared more about his art than her. She was fed up and was prepared to leave. Of course, he wouldn’t allow her to leave so easily. 

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual themes ~ Toxic relationship ~ Unnamed female reader ~ Tentacles ~ Dubious consent ~ Bondage 

A/N: This was supposed to be a piece for Kinktober, but school had other plans. Can’t believe November is already well on its way to being over 🫠 Anyways, enjoy! 💜 

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Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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“I’m leaving.” 

Blunt and to the point. The words echoed over the sea of tables piled high with paints, tools, and half-finished works. His form hovered over an easel, canvas splotched with dark reds and blacks. The brush between his fingers clattered as he dropped it in a bucket of cleaning solution, yet his back continued to face her. 

“We’ve talked about this, love—“ 

She interrupted, “Well this’ll be the last time you hear it.” 

He huffed, swiveling on his heels to humor her. The moment he saw the suitcase, a noticeable tension dampened the mood of the room. Frown fixed upon his lips, he took slow steps toward her. An unsettling flutter settled in her stomach, but she maintained eye contact, bringing herself to full height. 

“And where will you go? How will you support yourself?” 

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern anymore,” she sassed. 

Soon, he was mere inches away from her face, now glaring.  

“No.” 

She rose an eyebrow. 

“It wasn’t a question.” 

“I’m telling you you’re not going anywhere.” 

“Too bad you can’t stop me. Just thought I’d be decent enough to tell you to your face.” 

He clenched his fists at his sides as she dared to turn away from him. A mumbled series of words left his mouth. Before she could process them, the ground rumbled beneath her feet and the back wall of the studio exploded, debris flung into the void. The Aperture floated into view, its sight locked on her. Tendrils stretched out from it on all sides before abruptly rushing to her position. She just barely managed to dodge them, abandoning her suitcase in the process.  

“What the hell Stefano!” She yelled, sliding under a table as a nearby one was crushed to bits. She crawled out from the other side, making a mad dash for the exit. Her heartbeat filled her ears and thoughts of death swarmed her mind. Surely, he wouldn’t kill her?  

Her evasion only fueled his anger, attacks becoming more frequent yet sloppy. The door was in her reach. She could almost taste normalcy, the promise for a fresh start in the city where she could blend in, see new sights and work on herself. It was beautiful. And in that split second of bliss, he had teleported in front of the door, a toothy grin on his face. 

“Going somewhere?” 

She screeched to a halt and stumbled back, right into the grasp of Aperture. Crimson strands tangled around her limbs within seconds. A fruitless struggle ensued as her feet left the ground. Only when they grew tighter did she accept her fate. The heels of his shoes clicked as he strolled over. 

“After everything we’ve been through…” 

He reached up to touch her cheek, but she flinched away before his fingers made contact. His hand returned to his side with a sigh, thinking she’d imagined the glimpse of hurt behind his eyes. 

“Why?” 

“You know why.” 

It’d only been a year since his art gained traction in the mainstream. After years of working freelance in photography and having multiple rejections, he’d finally found a break when a private collector decided to take a chance on his gore inspired paintings. Word of mouth led to many painting and sculpture commissions alike. Money seemed bottomless and the fame wasn’t half bad either. His dream had finally come true like she always knew it would. 

The problems began soon after. Nothing came before work. Dates were cancelled last minute, excuses were made, her feelings were discarded. Everything was about his art.  

It’s only temporary, my love. I could never be too busy for you. 

We are this close to living the life we’ve always wanted. I just need a little more time. 

Please be patient with me. 

It had been months and nothing changed. She stood by his side since the beginning and this was the thanks she got? Being held hostage? 

“I just need more time,” he whispered, a broken record. His hand was back on her body, trailing down her abdomen. 

“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she pleaded. Her words went in one ear and out the other as he grew closer and closer to the place she didn’t want. The leather of his glove met her bare skin, sliding underneath her panties to stroke her bundle of nerves. Her eyes closed despite herself, the rough texture expediting the growing heat in her belly. 

“Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I will let you leave.” 

She wanted to scream, ask where he’d gotten the gall to assume she’d stay after everything he’d done. As he continued to toy with her, however, a hunch told her nothing close to what she was thinking would leave her mouth. Though, she made an attempt. 

“I-I don’t—“ 

The tentacle around her throat tightened, cutting her off. At the same time, Stefano slipped two fingers inside and forced a choked moan from her. She squeezed the digits as he set a steady pace, hating the way his expression filled with smug delight.  

“You could never leave me,” he stated, his free hand coming up to squeeze her breast. She hissed when he pinched her nipple through her bra hard enough to bruise.  

“S-So you think,” she managed to get out, struggling against her captors. In that moment, she’d never felt smaller. “I don’t even know you anymore.” 

For a split second, it seemed like she finally got through to him. Those calculating eyes softened around the edges, revealing the man she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with. The man who was an open book and a willing ear. The man whose presence gave her warmth and an abundance of belonging. The man who could capture the unlikely beauties of the world with precision. He’d seemed too good to be true—soft spoken and careful—a far cry from the guys she dated in the past.  

“Perhaps you’ve never known me at all,” he zoned out, staring off into the distance. How had things gone so wrong and so fast? But her initial glint of hope faded away as he steeled himself, the wall building back up.  

“Stefano…” 

His lips suddenly pressed against hers in a rough kiss. Her vision grew misty at the sensation, like two star-crossed lovers finally overcame the oceans separating them only to realize there was nothing. No sparks, no reasons to continue loving. Despite it, she tried to match his urgency, expecting with each brush of their tongues that everything would work itself out like before. Her fingers twitched out of habit, wanting to card through his hair and see that blissful smile that never failed to light a torch in her heart. 

But Aperture refused to give. More tentacles trickled down to meet her, the moist appendages slithering beneath her clothes and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They were reduced to scraps littering the floor.  

A hammock like structure formed under her, hips rising involuntarily to meet his. She begged him to stop the madness and accept that there was nothing left between them. Not to mention it wasn’t fair. But she was met with deaf ears as he unzipped his slacks and pushed them down just enough to release his hard cock. 

All she could do was watch him line himself up with her entrance, plunging achingly slow into her depths. She exhaled a shaky breath when he settled against the sensitive patch of tissue lining her walls. He tossed his head back and she hated that he still had an effect on her body. Each thrust grew easier to make, a thin layer of her essence coating his skin and glistening in Aperture’s light. 

He pushed her thighs closer to her chest and the tendrils readjusted to hold her open. She jolted as he went impossibly deeper. A twinge emerged but he didn’t stop, instead picking up the pace. 

“Good girl, take all of me,” he groaned. 

Her earlier resistance was flung out the window as a series of moans slipped through her lips and refused to stop. They grew in volume the harder he pounded into her, too far gone for embarrassment to set in at their lewdness. For a moment, her rational side spoke above the fog of lust, telling her this was exactly what he wanted. He’d never let her go and she be trapped in an endless loop of unhappiness. Their time together was over, the situation only prolonging the inevitable. But a glance down at her body webbed with tentacles—one on a path toward her parted lips—pacified any further attempts at disobedience. She allowed its slickness to wander over her tongue and down her throat, gagging as it mirrored its master’s thrusting at a slower speed. 

Stefano fixed his eyes on the sight of her throat rising and falling, cock throbbing dangerously. The combined visuals and sensations of her tight, warm tunnels squeezing him for dear life sent him over the edge. His rhythm broke, shuddering and grasping for purchase on her waist while sheathing himself fully. He growled a curse as spurt after spurt of cum filled her to the brim. The ringing in his ears seemed never ending. After the room came back into focus, he brushed the strands of hair from his right eye. A bluish glow and a whir emitted from it.  

Her whine muffled, she could almost feel the heat of his stare as he filmed between her legs, an unbearable emptiness setting in as he pulled out. She felt the ticklish caress of his seed trickling down her labia, leaving her longing for its blanket. He collected some on his fingertips, forcing it back in with a loud squelching sound. 

The tendril left her mouth, the saliva coated digit coming to stroke her clit in small, firm circles. The noises she made grew more pitiful and desperate, legs trembling in a fight to snap closed. 

“Right there, darling?” 

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.  

It didn’t take long before her orgasm rocked her body, her back arching as much as the tentacles would allow. He caressed her thigh through it with a tenderness miles away from his earlier roughness.  

“I’m going to ruin you,” he rose to his feet and called out to the eye. It turned her around, her back facing him. She hung her head, a testament to the building shame breaching the surface, watching their cum flow out of her in a steady stream. His knees locked, the head of his cock parting her folds. She jolted as he thrusted against her still sensitive clit. “No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I can.” 

As he seated himself inside her again, she couldn’t help the shiver that ran down her spine having nothing to do with the current situation. She had an inkling that his words would hold true.