#let the stars align for us pretty please !

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. July will bring blessings.

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[kurosaaki]

THINKING ABOUT SOFT DOM!TOJI.

WARNINGS: smut—soft dom!toji, vaginal sex, big dick toji, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink (i guess?), praise, pet names (doll, baby, princess), use of ‘slut’ (twice), use of ‘bitch’ (once). this has absolutely no plot lol.

SUMMARY: toji is not known for being a gentle lover. but sometimes, once in a blue moon, it happens. the stars collide, the planets align and suddenly he’s treating you like his princess. don’t get too comfy tho, he’s still a bastard even in his softest moments.

TAGS: @driaswrld

A/N: my first jjk post ever ahhhh bye im doing cartwheels. reblogs are appreciated!

Toji's eyes softened as he watched the tiny tears welling in your eyes, realizing that the pleasure was almost too much for you to handle. He caressed your cheek gently, grazing your tears with his thumb.

"Shh, s’alright, doll," he whispered soothingly, his voice gentle and comforting. "I got ya. We can take it even slower…”

Toji began to withdraw, his movements feverishly slow and temptative, easing the pressure on your sensitive walls, making you feel a familiar warmness building up withing you.

His lips pressed against your forehead, his voice filled with reassurance. "Big breaths, doll. Feel it, let yourself adjust, baby. We don't have to rush…yeah, that’s it."

Toji wasn’t a very gentle lover when it came to sex. He was all about spanking, hair-pulling, light choking, hickeys, dirty talk…you name it. But once in a blue moon, he’d change his ways with you on the bed.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Shallow thrusts, small whimpers leaving your lips and his ragged breaths filling the room. Your wetness coating his cock, his balls sticking to your slick cunt with each thrust. It was all too good for you to not roll your eyes back in pleasure. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, his dark hair grazing your skin making you tickle.

You were in heaven.

“Toji— just like that, please…” You moan as he thrusts slowly, stretching your tight walls at a slow yet agonizing pace. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him on a lock that’d drive him crazy as always.

“Like that, huh? Y’like this feeling, don’t ya?” he mumbles, “Being stretched up by me, gettin’ your pretty pussy pounded? Such a good slut. My good slut.”

You couldn’t help but let out small whimpers of pleasure, and his name slipping out of your lips like a prayer. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like his only purpose was this— to make you drench in pleasure, to drive you over the edge of lustful insanity.

His lips curled into that well-known smirk of his as he listened to your pleas. He changed his pace, his thrusts slow and deliberate, relishing in the tightness of your walls, the way they clenched around him with each hard thrust.

He loved making you feel this way. He loved the feeling of your nails scratching his broad back—to see the marks the next morning—, he loved the way you arched your back as if to seek for more, he loved how you looked so tiny under the man he was.

He savored the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, the way you clenched around him like crazy in response to his movements.

His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled it slowly, teasingly, intensifying the pleasure that you were feeling

"Tell me, princess," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. "Does this feel good, huh?"

“Feels so good. So good, Toji—feel so full” you moan at both the feeling of his fingers circling your clit and him inside you, “Oh, Toji, right there!”

Oh, how he loved hearing that.

His fingers continued to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more intense as desire coiled tightly within him as well.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "Feel me, all of me."

His hips met yours, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl and dig your nails deeper onto his back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this, doll. Moaning my name, begging for more. Like a bitch in heat”

There he is. No matter how loving, how patient, how smooth or how gentle he tries to be, he still has that demon inside him. You can’t blame him— because you like it.

His movements grew more forceful, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release, and yours as well. You could feel the familiar tightness coiling in you, driving you closer to the edge, making your walls squeeze him.

“Holy fuck, doll!” he gritted between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again,“You’re squeezing me s’tight, damn it— I’m not gonna last long if ya keep it like that”

He gripped your hips firmly, his hands guiding your movements as your legs locked around his waist. His thrusts grew more relentless, hitting deeper and harder with each stroke.

“T-Tojiii,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip, “I’m gonna cum! “Please, please— cum inside me!” you whisper, almost breathless as your mind tries to form sentences.

As your legs shake, he holds you steady, ensuring that you're fully supported as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down onto you.

It’s not long before he breaths in sharply, a small grunt coming out of his lips as he feels he’s letting go as well.

His forehead rests on your shoulder as he gives the last sloppy thrusts, breathing fast as he cums inside you—just like you asked him to.

For a moment, time stood still as the intensity of your orgasms consumed you both. He was still inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composture, at least.

He gathered you in his arms, pulling you close in a tender embrace. "You were incredible, princess" he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "So fucking good. But we’re not done yet— just gimme 5 minutes and i’ll show ya more” he said, chuckling to himself.

Oh, you were in for another sleepless night.

[ghosts-cyphera]

Everything you write is a banger 🫶 and you are RIGHT, ghost loves sloppy blowjobs but especially the noises like loves hearing his beautiful gf gag on his huge dick while staring up at him with watery eyes (please euthanize me)

you people are being so good to me like what on earth did I do to deserve this? I love you! thank you so, so much 💕🫶🏻 also… say fucking less, my love.

warnings/content: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader. blowjob, deep-throating, mentions of spit and tears. swallowing. slight degradation if you squint, but ghost only adores you! words: 762. 18+, mdni.

Ghost’s calloused fingers caressed your cheek, and he lifted your head to look at him. On your knees before him you looked even softer and sweeter than you usually did.

So goddamn obedient.

From the sight, his cock—painfully erect—twitched above your face. Mere seconds earlier he had pulled it out of your throat, your lips releasing it with a soft pop: your body desperate for one of those breaths that he knew would burn your lungs from the mere intensity of your inhale.

He did love to push you to your limit. His sweetheart turned into a cock-drunk little thing. Lips glistening, eyes pleading for more. Your spit dripping down your jaw in a pretty little stream, lubing you up so fuckin’ nice and good for his use.

He’d been fucking your mouth—your throat—for so long, that by now, he knew your body felt empty without the weight of his thick length on your tongue.

And who the fuck was he to deny that from you, eh?

“Tongue out, darlin’.”

Not a hint of hesitation flashed in your eyes as you let him see the pretty pink of it. You were so goddamn fuckin’ beautiful like this: the sounds that passed your lips so goddamn pretty as he pushed back in.

“There ya fuckin’ go. Come on, luv, take it all, yeah?”

The thick weight of him in your mouth muffled out most of your gasps and moans, yet never the sound of your gags. So fuckin’ sweet, as he pushed into your throat, his hand on the back of your head helping you to align your throat better. To allow him deeper down.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, that’s it. Just like that—“

He could feel your throat relaxing around him once more. Your gags easing, your shoulders letting go of their nervous tension: the sudden ease allowing his balls to press against your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

“Fuckin’ right, doll.” He was downright seeing stars by then: your mouth so fuckin’ soft and warm and wet around him that had this been his first time using you like this, he would’ve damn sure passed out from the pure fuckin’ bliss. “My darlin’s takin’ it so fuckin’ good, yeah?”

Ghost’s fingers caressed your cheek, soft and adoring: so at odds with the mess that he was making of you. Sliding out, only to feed every last fuckin’ inch of his cock back down your throat, somehow only deeper than the last time.

“Fuckin’—eyes on me, yeah, luv?”

Your gaze found his in an instant: the beauty of your eyes only highlighted by the glimmer of your tears, accompanied by the softest twinkle of his darlin’ seeking his approval.

Your body was begging for more: only opening up further around the brutal size of his cock, allowing him to pick up his pace.

In and out: your spit running past your lips.

In and fuckin’ out, as you forced your eyes to stay locked with his. How fuckin’ scary he must’ve looked, towering over you with his goddamn mask on. 

Fuck, how he would make you feel so loved and adored after. Work so hard on showin’ you how much you meant to him.

Christ al-fuckin’-mighty.

His eyes blinking shut, Ghost leaned his head back as his fingers around your head tightened their grip. Now chasing after his orgasm, he listened to your gags and whimpers: the desperation of your spit dripping past your lips as he used you for his pleasure.

His sweet little thing.

His perfect fuckin' darlin’.

“So goddamn fuckin’ close, baby—“

Ghost forced his gaze to meet yours, and that—fuckin’ hell, that was all that he needed. Seeing the knit of your brows as your twinkling eyes begged for his cum down your throat, so fuckin’ well trained.

So fuckin’ sweet.

With a deep curse and a rumbling call for your name, his cock pumped thick ropes of his seed down your throat.

Chuckling, as your eyes watered.

Praising you, his voice low yet warm, as he felt you swallowing around him before he pulled out with a soft pop.

Smiling from pure pride, as Ghost crouched by you and drew you into the deepest of kisses, full of adoration for you.

For his sweetheart.

His little fuckin’ champ.

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[kaeviie]

✧˚ · . jealous 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 fucking your brains out in the club bathroom!!

cw: semi-public sex, jealous sex, kind of toxic gojo, penetration, spanking, rough sex, degradation, kind of oblivious reader!! please rb and comment if you enjoyed!!

“g-gojo…”

you manage to mewl out, hair plastered to your forehead as he pounds in and out of you ruthlessly. the wet plap plap plaps of his hips slamming into yours is much louder than the club’s background music playing, letting out pathetic whimpers as he repeatedly hits just the right spots.

he ignores you, letting out a string of curses as he spanks you harshly, leaving a pretty red mark on your ass, gripping the fat as your face flushes in embarrassment.

“shut up, slut.” he snarls, a vein popping in his forehead as he lets out grunts of effort, not even attempting to conceal his moans.

your face is tinted red— through the crack of the stall, you can see people walking by. it’s not really a secret what you’re doing, in fact, it’s quite obvious that you’re not exactly just using the bathroom.

underneath the stall, you can clearly see his shoes aligning with your heels, occasionally shuffling around as he repositions you to deliberately make you moan louder, letting a poor clubber who just wanted to fix their hair know what’s going on behind that door. you gulp. he’s pissed, because just ten minutes earlier, someone was trying to flirt with you while he was gone.

“u-um, hey… i saw you dancing by yourself for a bit. would you like to get a drink? on me, of course. b-but only if you want to!!”

the man, who you later found out was named alan, nervously twiddled his fingers as he avoided eye contact with you. you obliviously agreed, because you thought you just made a new friend!! happily chattering away him, you felt a hand on your waist— gojo. you beam up at him, about to say something when you notice his expression.

his jaw is clenched, eyes sharpened as he rips you away from alan, (without harming you, of course.) dragging you away from the table, and into the club’s bathroom wordlessly.

“‘toru, ah, i s-swear i didn’t know!!” you squeak out, unable to speak without letting a moan or two slip out.

“don’t give me that bullshit. if you want to act like a whore, then i’ll treat you like one.” he grits his teeth, cock plunging in and out of your sore walls, overstimulated from cumming three times already.

gripping your waist, he suddenly pulls out of you, flipping you around so you face him. gojo pulls one of your legs up, slamming back into you as you mewl loudly, nails digging into his skin clinging onto his back. his cockhead is kissing your womb so perfectly it hurts— you let out a muffled sob.

“‘m all yours, ‘toru, promise!!” you babble, squeezing around him so perfectly, his dick twitching as a ring of your cream builds up around the base of his cock.

he pulls out, leaving only the tip in your pussy before snapping his hips back into your core.

“say it again.”

he grunts gutturally, pace getting more and more animalistic as you feel a familiar feeling in your tummy build up.

“fuck— ‘m you’re little slut, gojo, my pussy is only for you!!” you squeal, no longer caring about all the other people in the club’s bathroom. how can you focus when he’s dicking you down so well?

he ruthlessly pins your leg higher, reaching deeper inside of you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you see stars. he’s stretching you out, completely splitting you in half as you feel completely drunk on his dick.

“that’s it, hah, cum with me.” he moans loudly, so prettily, just for you. your legs shake as he stabilizes you, making you cum for the fourth time that night.

his dick twitches in your gummy walls as his balls tighten, hot, sticky ropes of cum filling you up just as you clench down on him, letting out slutty mewls for everyone to hear. he pants, allowing both of you to come down from your high before pulling his softening cock out of you, quickly pulling your panties back up before his semen can leak out of you.

gojo pulls your dress back down, fixing your hair— (although it’s rather useless at this point, since everybody has heard you.) he kisses your matted hair softly, wiping away a tear as he slightly presses down on your stomach, enjoying the way some of his milky white essence trickles down your leg.

“good girl, you think you can keep it in for the rest of the night?”

©kaeviie 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[bachiras-toaster]

ability sex : ̗̀➛ :: Black cat in the Rue Morgue

EDGAR ALLAN POE x gn!reader

cw. smut kind of mean!reader, basically hate-fucking, unrequited love (poe has a crush on the reader)- I made it so Poe can be inside of his own novels (idk if he can in canon), name calling

“You wrote a non-mystery novel and you decided that, for us to leave, the main characters need to fuck?”

You watched as Poe trembled at the sight of your irritated expression, your eye twitching as you realised the situation that you were currently in with him. While you were stood up to your fullest height, your fists clenched tightly with your nails digging deeply into the palms of your hands, Poe was hunched over a little, his thumbs twiddling as he gave you an apologetic gaze like a toddler seeking forgiveness.

You and Poe had accidentally gotten trapped inside a novel he had been writing on the side. Believe him, he had zero attention of showing anyone the contents of the book- Let alone you, but it seemed that fate would not have any forgiveness for Poe as the stars aligned at all the wrong times. There was no loophole, no clever way to escape the situation without completing the set task— There was nothing that the author himself could’ve done except accept what kind of perverted things went on in his little, dirty mind.

“You’re a freak, Poe.” You let out, making sure that your despised was crystal clear in the hiss of your own words.

But there was no other way out. You knew that, and he knew that. Which is why you had resorted to reluctantly setting out to inch closer and closer to your freedom out of the confines of the book.

Poe had you bent over a desk, his large hands needily gripping the sides of your hips as he thrusted deeper into you each time. You had ordered him to fuck you this way so you didn’t have to look him in the eye, but it just meant that he had the perfect view of the way your shapely ass curved over as he bumped his own stomach against your back. There had been attempts to get closer to you in the midst of the moment, but you would just give him a small growl and a tight glare from the corner of your eye and he would understand the memo.

But it didn’t stop him from wanting more of you. His hands would often roam from your hips to curling around to hug your stomach, his thrusts becoming even more jagged as his breathing hitched. He was whining helplessly and leaning forward so his lips were inches away from your neck. He was practically begging to touch more of you with soft whimpers right against your earlobe, but you had never allowed it. All you two needed to do was fuck and that would be it, you could leave.

However, the feeling of him being inside you had been way more satisfying than you had anticipated. You didn’t expect the feeling to be so euphoric, and you didn’t actually expect him to be so… Big. Having your walls stretched out to accommodate the size of his thick cock was a sensation that was almost alien to you, and one your certainly did not envision with Poe. You had tried to suppress your moans as to not give him the attention he craved- To convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying it, but the way he had managed to hit your g-spot every time made it impossible not to let involuntary moans slip.

“(Y-Y/n)…” Poe moaned quietly against your ear, his palms slinking up your stomach to hold your chest instead as he leaned even closer to the side of your face, his lips practically brushing against the skin of your neck. “P-Please don’t hate me…”

“God, you really are— Pathetic…” You gulped as you let out your own flurry of breathy moans.

“You’re just so… P-Pretty— I couldn’t— Help myself…” He muttered softly, his tongue connecting with your neck, forcing a quick shiver down your spine.

“You’re such a perv, aren’t you?…”

“I am, I am…” He whined desperately against your skin, his lips fully in-touch with the exposed area of your neck. At first, he seemed unsure of the amount of contact he was allowed, but the way you exposed your neck even more to his lips showed to him that he had your permission. “—I-I’m such a perverted man…”

The sloppy sounds of his tongue, as well as the sounds of your slick coating his throbbing length through every desperate thrust, it was getting harder and harder to deny your pleasure. You felt like your legs were melting a little bit and you soon found yourself enjoying the fucking a little too much, to the point where you were actively pushing your ass further towards him to allow more of him to enter you. He seemed a little surprised at your actions, but welcomes them wholeheartedly.

“Don’t get your hopes up, P-Poe…” You gritted your teeth as you let out another whine. “After we get out of here, you’re never seeing me again…”

authors notes: feel free to comment suggestions for this concept!

[riatheghoul]

Got My Right Hand On Your Girly

Pairing: Bang Chan x Black Reader

song: Goosebumps By Travis Scott (Chase Atlantic remix)

Warnings: Just pure filth, p in v, lots of praise, pet names used: baby, pretty, pretty girl, honey and daddy for chan.

Word count: 853

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Poppin’ a pill with my left hand, got my right hand on your girly.”

The speakers blared and your vision blurred. You didn’t mean to piss him off, well, you didn’t mean for it to go this far. You thought it would be fun to flirt with the waiter just to test the waters. It was all fun and games until he gave you that look then you knew you were in for it.

“No keep your eyes on me” he said slapping your face just hard enough to get your attention your eye rolled back to look at him as his fingers plunged into you. “You wanted to play games earlier thinking I was gonna go easy on you” all you could do was squirm and whine “Awwww baby did I fuck you dumb?” he question know good and damn well what he was doing to you “I- I- oh god~” you tried to get words out but it was no use your brain was complete mush and you your eyes were so far back that you feared they’d stay there. “Your gonna cum huh?” he coed “Your gonna cum all over daddy’s fingers again? Huh?” he chuckled leaning down to suck your clit causing you try to close your legs. He pushed your legs open “Open. Your. Fucking. Legs” he said in between each lick.

You were starting to see stars and getting louder and louder there was feeling in the pit of your stomach was unfamiliar but his finger and his tongue felt so damn good. “Come on pretty cum for me. Cum.” He repeated the word which was sending a vibration through your entire body and after a few more licks you came but it felt different then all the other times he’s made you come. He grabbed you pulling you in to him kissing you like he needed and damn did he need you he pulled away looking at you with pleading eyes “Can you do that again for me just on my dick?” he asked. You nodded “Yes please I want more~” you begged he gave you a quick peck taking himself out of his boxers.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him he never ceases to amaze you. Your mouth watered watching the pre cum dribble down his dick “Are you sure you can take it?” he questioned and you nodded in confirmation. “If it’s too much you use your safe word am I understood?” you nodded again “Unh uh words pretty girl” he demanded you sat up to show him that you were ok enough to answer his question “Yes I can take it please put in~” you begged.

He grabbed you by your waist pulling you close to him while grabbing your throat “Open” he commanded. You opened it sticking out your tongue letting him spit in your mouth “Take your treat doll” he instructed. You swallowed it letting a whimper fall from your lips “Good girl” he praised aligning himself with you. He took his time sliding into you making sure you felt every inch your mouth made a o shape feeling your walls stretch around him.

After bottoming out inside you he pulled out of you running his length down your folds making you shiver. “Beg for me honey” you grabbed pulling him closer to you “Please daddy I’ll be so good I need you so bad~” you pleaded he grabbed your hair pulling it until you looked up at him while he was towering over you. “Don’t look away from me” he said slamming into you. He kissed you hard and fast moaning into your mouth making you clench around him. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder he pulled away from you and bought his lips to your ear and began to whisper to you. “your such a good girl” “you feel so good baby” he said making sure leave a few hickeys

“Oh god~ I’m gonna cum” you said digging you nails into his back. “Don’t you dare. Wait for me let it buildup” he ordered puling away from your ear you shook your head “Please I can’t take it~” you whined he sped up hitting the spot that made you arch with every thrust. “Yes, you can your gonna fucking take it and don’t you dare come until I do” he declared not stopping. After a few more strokes he started to speed up and get sloppy rolling his pelvis just to make sure to his every angle your body was shaking in the best ways “I’m gonna cum baby where do you want it?” he asked trying to hold in his groans but failing. “Inside me please~” you answered “Fucking cum” he said “Cum all over my fucking dick baby” and you did just that.

He came painting your insides a pretty silky white. After you both came down from your high you grabbed him and kissed him “I love you so fucking much” he smiled at you giving you a kiss on your sweaty forehead in return “I love you too princess”

A/N(before official post): i promise it gonna hit good dw

A/N(after official post): here it is i hope you like it i tried to be more descriptive and get better with my smut its only gonna go up from here ok byeeeeeeeee~

[rafedaddy01]

A/n: my man’s is so hot 🥵 ^

I was too lazy to edit this so just ignore any mistakes you see, thanks luv 🌹

You lay spread out on the bed, Rafes body hovering over yours as his lips attached to yours and brought you into a kiss which quickly turned into a sloppy make out sesh.

“Don’t be shy for the camera babe, let’s show them what they want to see” Rafe said as he pushed your legs further with his knee. Comments came flooding in about how hot you looked under him, some people saying that they can’t wait to see him destroy you. Your stomached filled with butterflies as you lay and watched him undress and he was back ontop of you, pulling the straps of the black lingerie bra he bought you for this special night.

He kissed your collarbone and sucked on your neck, you turned your face towards the came and let soft moans escape as one of his hands kneaded your breast, tugging at your nipple. You groaned as his kissed traveled down to your chest.

“Let’s have some real fun, huh?” He said getting off you and reaching for a piece of rope he had layed out, next to some toys he was planning on torturing you with tonight.

He returned and bondaged your hands together, pulling on the knot to insure you couldn’t wiggle free. “Now.. let’s give the people what they want to see.”

You were a whining mess as he pulled your panties off and slid a finger between your wet folds. “What do you guys think I should do to my little porn star first?” He asked cocking his head at the camera.

Ding after ding, some saying to duck your brains out and some saying to torment you with the vibrators. Your eyes widened and your body filled with excitement from the thoughts of what he’d do to you. “Rafe.. please just do something” you whines as you squirmed in your arousal.

“Shh baby, daddy’ll take care of you” he said brushing some hair out of your face. He rubbed your clit and reached for a small device placing it against your bud and turning it on, your back arched immediately and he pushed it further into you. “Come on baby, let’s show them how you squirt for me” he increased the intensity and your vision went blurry as you felt like you were gonna blackout from pleasure.

Rafe brought you back to reality as he slapped your cheek, “eyes on me” he spoke darkly, his fingers entering you and fucking you as he held the vibrating device to you clit. Comments get coming in about how hot you looked and how wet you were. Your confidence and ego growing as you prepared for your orgasm. “Rafe m’gunna cum” you managed to get out.

“Cum baby, we’re just getting started”

With that you lifted your back off the bed and felt yourself drench the sheets below you as pings came in about how sexy that way, how they wanted to see more.

Rafe removed his fingers but kept the device pushed against your clit, the intensity of it spiraling you into a second orgasm immediately. “There you go baby, let yourself feel it” he said stroking your hair. “Such a good slut for us, right?” He asked the camera.

Your wrists burning against the restraint as you tried setting yourself free. “Uh uh, dumb slut. Your just gonna make yourself hurt.” He said pushing your wrists down and stroking his cock with his free hand before aligning it to your entrance. He thrusted in hard not letting you adjust. “Rafe! It’s so much, need a break” you cried out as he pumped his cock deeper in you.

“Your gonna take what daddy gives you” he groaned as your right walls sucked him in deeper. “Fuck” he grunted, balls slapping against your ass. Pornographic moans filling the room and he fucked into you at a relentless pace. His hand let go of your wrists and wrapped around your pretty throat, he squeezed but not hard enough to suffocate you. Just enough to have your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you were on the verge of your third orgasm.

“Not yet doll, don’t cum until I say so” he said slowing his pace and rolling his hips into your to hit your g-spot.

“What do you guys think? Does she deserve to cum?” He asked the camera.

Some people saying yes and others saying you haven’t been punished enough.

“I agree, I think she’s a little too impatient. Needs to learn how to ask for what she wants. Ain’t that right baby” he asked slamming deeper into you, you swear he was in your guts and he pushed on the bulge her was creating in your stomach. The feeling sending you into a spiral as you moaned and cursed louder with each thrust.

“Please daddy! I’ll be so good, so fucking good- just let me cum!” You moaned. “I’ll do anything, I need it. Please Rafe your making me feel so good please oh! Oh! Please let me cum” you whined as he grinned.

“Yeah? The slut wants to cum?” He teased as he pulled out and flipped you over. Pressing your head into the bed and pulling your hips up, you were sprawled out for him perfectly, your right count dripping with your juices. He came down and sucked on your folds, running his tongue inside you and exploring your walls.

“Fuck!” You groaned into the sheets, tearing streaming down your face as your mascara was smeared under them and your lips swollen and your mind hazy, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“Go ahead baby, cum”

[emedvs]

Drama and Delights: The Tale of Alejandro and Noah at Daycare

(i got this idea from @noahcue )

In the vibrant world of Daycare Delights, where the playroom was a kingdom ruled by toddlers, a new arrival had everyone talking. Alejandro, with his sparkling eyes and a grin that could disarm the sternest daycare provider, quickly earned the title of the "flatterer" of the daycare.

One sunny morning, Alejandro's attention fixated on a particular cynic in the room, a pint-sized skeptic named Noah. Noah was known for his razor-sharp wit and his knack for calling out nonsense.

With the confidence of a seasoned actor, Alejandro toddled over to Noah. "Ah, mi amigo, you have the most magnificent sippy cup in all of Daycare Delights. Its splendor rivals that of the grandest juice boxes in the land!"

Noah, perpetually unimpressed, arched an eyebrow. "Sippy cups are sippy cups, dude."

Undeterred, Alejandro continued, his flair for drama undiminished. "But señor Noah, your building blocks are the envy of all other blocks! Their structural integrity is unparalleled!"

Noah remained unfazed. "They're just blocks, man."

Alejandro's theatrical flattery didn't go unnoticed by the other toddlers. He used his charm to acquire the best toys and treats in the daycare, making him the envy of many.

One day, Alejandro hatched a plan. He approached Noah with a wrapped toy in hand. "Noah, mi amigo, I have a special gift for you. A token of my admiration." He presented the gift with a flourish.

Noah eyed the gift suspiciously but accepted it. Moments later, he handed it to Owen, a perpetually cheerful and slightly gullible toddler. Alejandro's dramatic flair transformed into a pout as he watched Owen happily play with the gift.

"Hey, dude, Owen really likes it," Noah remarked with a smirk.

Alejandro stomped his tiny foot, his inner diva emerging. "But I got that for you, Noah! It was meant to be yours!"

Noah, unfazed by the display, replied, "Well, you gave it to me, so I can do whatever I want with it, right?"

The daycare room erupted in giggles as Alejandro's dramatic antics continued..

As the sun began its descent, signaling nap time at Daycare Delights, Chef Hatchet, the daycare provider with a stern disposition, had a plan to pair up the toddlers for a cozy snooze in beanbags. He had the pairs all figured out, but Alejandro had other plans.

With wide, hopeful eyes, Alejandro tugged at Chef's apron, his voice filled with toddler-like enthusiasm. "Chef, Chef! Can I pretty please be paired with Noah? We make the best team, I promise!"

Chef Hatchet, used to Alejandro's dramatic antics, initially shook his head. "No way, Alejandro. You need to learn to get along with everyone."

But Alejandro wasn't about to give up. He went into full whining mode, complete with crocodile tears, and tugged even harder at Chef's apron. "But Chef, I need to be with Noah. It's destiny! The stars have aligned!"

Chef's patience wore thin, but he couldn't help but glance at Noah, who sat nearby with his trademark bored expression. Noah simply shrugged as if to say, "Whatever."

With a heavy sigh, Chef Hatchet relented. "Fine, Alejandro, you can pair up with Noah. But only this once, got it?"

Alejandro's face lit up like a neon sign. He excitedly held out his hand to Noah, who took it with an amused smirk. Alejandro jumped up and down, his tiny feet barely leaving the ground.

"Yay! It's a dream come true, Noah! We're nap buddies!" Alejandro exclaimed, his melodramatic flair making even a simple nap seem like an epic adventure.

Noah couldn't help but chuckle at Alejandro's enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with."

As they settled into the beanbag, Alejandro's energy seemed to infect Noah. They may have been an odd pair, but as the daycare room quieted down for nap time, even the cynical Noah couldn't deny that there was something uniquely charming about Alejandro's flair for drama.

As Alejandro held tightly to Noah, his grin of pure delight never wavered. He snuggled up close, finding comfort in the warmth of their friendship. Noah, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice the curious gazes of Owen and Gwen, who watched the unlikely pair with bafflement written all over their faces.

Noah, being Noah, raised an eyebrow with a sly smirk and pointed subtly at Alejandro, as if to say, "Look at me, I've got the cutest kid in the class in my arms."

Owen, always up for some fun, gave a thumbs-up with an excited grin, while Gwen, the resident skeptic, raised an eyebrow in amusement. The daycare room was filled with whispers and giggles as word spread about Noah and Alejandro's peculiar naptime duo.

Meanwhile, across the room, Courtney couldn't help but whine in jealousy, her eyes narrowing as she watched Noah and Alejandro. Duncan, ever the nonchalant observer, simply looked at Courtney with confusion and frustration.

Noah, reveling in the attention, put his hand behind his head, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. He had won this round of daycare popularity, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

A week had passed since Alejandro and Noah became inseparable buddies at Daycare Delights. While Noah initially had reservations, he couldn't deny the charm of having the daycare's most popular toddler as his constant companion. Alejandro was undeniably adorable, but his occasional clinginess sometimes tested Noah's patience.

On a sunny afternoon, Noah and Owen were deep in conversation, discussing their favorite toys and the highly anticipated snack time. Gwen, always perceptive, couldn't help but notice something was amiss.

She leaned in toward Noah and asked in a hushed tone, her eyes filled with curiosity, "Hey, Noah, do you actually like having Alejandro around all the time?"

Noah sighed, casting a sideways glance at Alejandro, who was engrossed in play nearby. "Well," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's just that Alejandro's like a little magician. He turns on the charm and makes everyone do what he wants. Dealing with him is like trying to catch a slippery fish covered in butter swimming in oil."

As Noah continued to share his thoughts on Alejandro's tactics, he remained blissfully unaware that their charming friend had silently approached. Alejandro stood just behind Noah, a bewildered expression on his face, and he'd overheard every word.

Gwen and Owen exchanged anxious glances, silently urging Noah to turn around. However, Noah, absorbed in venting his frustrations, remained oblivious and continued his tirade.

"It's like he's got everyone wrapped around his tiny finger, and they don't even notice!" Noah exclaimed, still unaware of the growing tension behind him.

Finally, as Noah finished his rant, he turned around and found Alejandro standing there, his eyes brimming with anger and hurt. Tears welled up in Alejandro's eyes, but he didn't utter a word. Instead, he simply turned and stomped away, clearly upset.

Weeks passed, and Noah's regret over his harsh words to Alejandro lingered. He was determined to mend their fractured friendship, no matter what it took. So, he decided to change his approach, shifting from video games to heartfelt gestures.

One day, Noah approached Alejandro with a bag filled with candies and toys, hoping to mend fences. However, Alejandro huffed and turned his head away, still nursing his wounded pride.

Frustrated and feeling defeated, Noah turned to Jude for advice. Jude, with his usual laid-back demeanor, had an unconventional idea that caught Noah off guard.

"Hey, Noah, you should totally plan a romantic date for Alejandro," Jude suggested, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Noah raised an eyebrow at the unexpected idea but decided to give it a try. After all, he was eager to make amends. He enlisted the help of his daycare pals – Owen, Gwen, Duncan, Leshawna, Harold, Izzy, Cody, and even a reluctant Courtney – to create a "pretend" romantic restaurant within the daycare.

Behind the cover of beanbags and pillows, they transformed a corner of the playroom into an elaborate scene with makeshift tables, candles, and soft toy music in the background. Noah, dressed in an oversized suit probably borrowed from Chef, held a bouquet of plush roses nervously.

With their masterpiece complete, Noah took a deep breath and approached Alejandro, gently taking his hand. Alejandro's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Noah dressed up and holding toy roses. Unexpectedly, he burst into laughter, loud and contagious.

Noah's smile faltered momentarily as he wasn't sure how to react, but Alejandro leaned in and planted a playful kiss on Noah's cheek, his laughter filling the room. He took Noah's hand and led him to the makeshift romantic table.

Noah, now flustered and baffled, couldn't help but smile. It might not have been the serious romantic date he had intended, but Alejandro's laughter had broken the tension between them. Perhaps their friendship was on the path to becoming even stronger than before, and they had learned that even in daycare, love and friendship could bloom in the most unexpected ways.

(plus in this story i made Alejandro more childish since i think he gets babied a lot by his mother. plus they're TODDLERS so don't be weird about it and as you can see im not good with titles..)

[insanityofbones]

@warringwarrioridiot asked

Gimme some Douma x A reader like me pookie

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† 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : Breeding, edging, references to Cultism, nicknames, praise, references to rough sex, fingering, overstim

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Douma watching your chest rise and fall, along with the soft curls bouncing was just entertaining to those rainbow hues.

"So pretty, you like my fingers, hm~?"

His cheery tone mixed with that mock was something that made your stomach form in knots. Trying your best to rut your hips into his fingers more, only to have him hold you down. "Nuh uh uh~ You have to deal with my pace," Douma smiled, earning a whine from the curly haired woman under him. Using his other hand that lifted up from your hip to curl one around his finger. Watching how it fell back into place so easily.

"Pl-please lord douma... please let me cum.." You whined, panting while your entire body felt hot. Clit aching while your pussy was already sore. He had been fingering you for an hour now, switching his pace repeatedly and stopping everytime you just barely came close. Every other time he'd made you cum nonstop, and even know you were overstimulated. He shook his head, singing his words, "No little lamb~ you will cum only on my cock after I fill you. Understood?

"He often talked about cumming inside of you, even if he didn't know if you could get pregnant. But he sure as well would try. Douma let out a sigh, feeling how your cunt clenched against his digits. It was amazing, though he left you empty as he pulled away. You whined in protest, hand grabbing his wrist, begging to finally have your orgasm. Only for him to yank your hand to his belt, you greedily unclasped it. Watching how his cock sprang out, girth fit for a cult leader. Precum already leaking out of his slit, one of his gracious hands quickly grabbing your thigh and putting it over his shoulder. Aligning with your soaking entrance, easily sliding in with a shudder. "You feel so good~!"

The way you fit him snugly, it was pure bliss, and when he actually started moving, that's when he really got vocal. Pants, moans, his own little obscene things about how he was going to make you carry his brat filled you with a new sense of arousal. Soon making you bet to release, "Please fuck! Ahgh... Please Lord Douma..!" Your screams could be heard throughout the temple, letting every disciple know who he used in his free time. "Not yet little lamb,"

He was bruising your pussy, ramming into it for his own sickening enjoyment. The curve of his smile was full of pure lust, not for you necessarily, but the fact he'd make another creature as blessed as him. Maybe even the kid would learn from you, and how you often spat out random jokes and facts. So interesting yet dumb. Atleast to him.

"Mmmgh...~" He hummed his newest moan, ramming into you harsher than the last. "Now you can cum," and in which you did, stars lining your vision as your back arched, his dick digging further into you. Warmth spilling into your womb, marking you as his. Along with a small kiss on your lips.

"My lamb, perfect little lamb, you'll like being blessed by me~"

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[sugoi-and-spice]

Shigaraki always having cold hands and just always being cold in general in contrast to you who is always warm so he finds himself always pressed against you or just trying to be near you in general for a little bit of your warmth whether it’s holding your hand, putting his own cold hand underneath your shirt on your stomach where it’s the warmest or even when you are both laying down, wrapping his arms and legs over you to the point you can’t move

Love, love, loooooove it.

Shigaraki is absolutely the type of shit to put his cold feet on you in the middle of the night just to annoy you.

In the same vein, if you're sitting at the bar unsuspecting, he definitely comes up behind you and puts a cold drink on the back of your neck.

In canon, even if his hands are cold, I don't think he likes to touch you with them without reason -- he's way too cautious of his quirk and would take some convincing. When he has control over decay though, or in real world/Play Nice AU -- abso-fucking-lutely.

It's the same as the drink thing, where he loves to just shove his hands suddenly up your shirt and hold his cold hands flat against your stomach or back to annoy you. When the taunting is over though, your skin's temperature adjusted to each other, he definitely still keeps them there. Touch-starved Shigaraki is a serious cuddler -- a stage-five clinger.

Of course, he's also tsundere as hell and stupidly bad at feelings, so he'll never admit it -- hence why he uses the pretense of messing with you to get you where he wants you, coiled up in his arms.

CW: Absolutely teeth-rotting fluff. Seriously, nothing to worry about here, lol.

"Damn it, Tomura!" you squealed, trying in vain to shimmy away from him as he pulled you back across the bed by your stomach, "That's cold!"

"I know," he smirked, splaying his fingers wide and pushing up to the dip of your sternum, "I need to warm them up."

"Then get some real gloves!" you snapped.

For the first time -- although you had a feeling it wouldn't be the last -- you regretted finding those single-finger gloves at the art store.

"It'll be so great!" you'd thought. Now Tomura didn't have to be so precious and neurotic with you. It would only bring you closer.

Yeah. Closer to your last fucking nerve that is.

"Tomuraaaaa," you whined as he pulled you tighter into his chest, burying his nose into the crook of your neck.

"I'll warm up soon, just deal with it for a little." he sighed into your skin.

"Your face is cold too," you grumbled, "Why are you so cold?"

"Just deal with it." he repeated breathily, like he was already starting to drift off to sleep.

You huffed. You didn't want to let go of your irritation just yet -- he was being an absolute goblin, he didn't deserve to get off that easy. And yet, you couldn't help but melt a little into the surprising softness of his embrace.

Between all of his work and insomnia, it was pretty rare that you and Tomura actually went to bed together. There was no domesticity to be had here. No brushing teeth or reading books together and turning off the bedside lamp with a kiss goodnight.

Occasionally if the stars aligned, he'd slip under the covers for an hour or two next to you, most of the time when you were already sleeping. And that was if you two were even spending the night at the same place. Even then, the rests were tense and near touchless -- Tomura with his back to you and his hands tucked under his arms. No risks, no relaxation.

No room for innocent intimacy.

So this simple moment? With it's warmth and it's giggling and it's goosebumps peppering your skin?

It was pretty fucking great.

You sighed, blissed and contented this time. His hands had indeed warmed up, and so did your chest. Tomura finding a new way to annoy you was a small price to pay for this new way of being close to him.

And then, with a smirk, he put his feet on you.

"Tomura!"

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[thejournallo]

Affirmations for a great start of the month:

Every day of this month, I am glowing up physically and mentally.

My face always looks perfect.

im perfection incarnated.

People make me their profile picture because I'm so pretty.

I have all my desired features.

I was born with my desired features.

My skin care works wonders for me.

I look like a whole new person.

This month is my lucky month.

Everyday is literally a new blast.

Everything I desired comes to me so easily.

this month, my mind changed in the most positive way.

I love this month of productivity.

Nothing can stop me or my manifestations.

I'm flowing and glowing with the universe and the stars.

I am perfectly aligned with the universe.

The universe loves me, and I love the universe.

I'm strong emotionally and physically.

This month I did a 360 when it comes to living my life.

I have a healthy and positive mindset.

I can achieve everything I think about.

It takes me one second to decide what I want to do.

PLEASE ADD AN AFFIRMATION! Let us assist one another as a new beginning of the month!

[m1d-45]

Dear Kaveh,

How is your life faring these days? Haha, it's a bit silly for me to ask me that of you. I heard that Dori may or may not scam you out of your money when building that palace. You might think it's an unfortunate situation to land you with Alhaitham, but I think it allows me to know more about you when I set sight of you for the first time. I think you look enchanting with fire in your eyes when you talk about your passions or when it sparked with dramatics that I have never seen people manage to show. I wish I could make those sorts of expressions. People being people, they can be hard to read with many things they try to conceal within their own reasons. Maybe that's why I found you to be enchanting. It takes courage to put out your emotions in the open. But please take heed of what Alhaitham said about keeping your head cool. As much as I love your pretty face, me and Alhaitham would rather see you home safe and sound (yes, he cares. Approved by Lord Kusanali herself).

Here's my gift for you for listening to me rambling about things. I hope we can reconnect when your constellation aligns.

(Gift: Multi-tool Pen. This little multitool is a useful utility for architects on the go. Components include a ballpoint pen, a reversible flathead/Philips screwdriver, a touch screen stylus, a scale ruler, a built-in level, and ink refills. The compact size makes it perfect for throwing into a bag, always within reach when other tools are unavailable. (Yes, I copy pasted this description))

kaveh sat back in his chair, rubbing at his temples. kshahrewar was a rewarding darshan, one he took great pride in and constantly sought to improve, but sometimes… sometimes he felt like shoving all his work together in a ball and lighting it on fire.

but he couldn’t do that, for a variety of reasons, so he instead started tidying up his desk. maybe tomorrow, with a clearer head and food in his stomach, he’d better understand what invisible roadblock he kept running into.

all went well, except as he reached to turn off his lamp. it should have been the only light source left in the room, yet some still bled out from behind his curtains.

he stared. that much light didn’t come from the city, not at this hour.

some of his anger snuck into the force with which he pulled open the curtains, but the rest swiftly faded to curiosity at the source of the light.

he pushed open his window, pulling in the glowing ball, letting the cold night air sweep around him as he inspected the ball. unfortunately, it began to fall apart where he touched it, quickly leaving him with only a piece of paper and a thin rectangular box. he set aside the box, tilting it towards the window to try and make reading it a bit easier.

a smile grew on his face as he both realized who had sent him the letter and read the contents of it, eyes lingering a bit longer on the complimentary portions than they might normally. he’d yet to even open your gift, simply letting it rest on his windowsill, yet he was already enraptured by it and by you.

maybe, as you said, when his stars finally crossed your skies, he’d be able to thank you in person.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka AU - Strange encounter

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: You just can't get a break, can you?

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, violence, death, innuendos.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. Thanks to @siilvan for listening to my weird blabbering on Nik, and @gamergirlbones, here is the crack I promised. Not proof read. I am half asleep. I'll check it again later. * zzz *

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You crouch behind a dumpster bin, arms wrapping around your messenger bag tightly, panting away, listening to the shouts of foreign languages and footsteps running past your hiding spot. 

For countless times. You wonder why every strange thing has been happening to you, since you moved to this city. Getting picked up by a strange man, who turns out to be your brother’s work associate (with questionable background ), being set up by your best friend with the said dodgy person (well, you have to admit, it turns out to be a decent date. Ok. Pretty good date, you admit.) 

Now you are being chased by mobsters, who want to kill you. 

For reasons unknown. 

“Fucken bitch, think you can get away from us? Hand over the package!!” You made yourself even smaller as you heard the assailant yell out between the alleyways, voice getting closer and closer. 

What package?  You look at the manila envelope inside your bag, is this what they are after? Some business analytic report and boring colour samples your boss requested for the office renovation project? 

Wait. Now you remember. You walked out from the designer’s office, you ran into someone. Both of you dropped whatever was in your hand, apologising to each other as the other person scrambled to pick up the package on the ground, mumbling something incoherent before they scurried away in a hurry. 

The two packages look exactly the same. 

hell damn it. You picked up the wrong envelope. No wonder it weighs heavier than you thought.

Thinking back to your workmate’s joking words when you complain about all the bad luck and strange occurrences you had since you moved here ; 

“ The stars aren’t aligned right, or your chi isn’t matching with this city. Chaos is ruling the universe!” 

Or the goddess of fortune just playing jokes on you.

Banging noises and bins getting overturned snapped you out of self-deprecating musing. Gotta think something fast, you tell yourself, if you don’t want to end up on the news being a dead body floating down the city river, discovered days later. You would rather die from falling out of the helicopter, piloted by Nikolai. 

With a shaky hand and suppressing that fear slowly rising from your stomach,  you fumbled as you dug out the mobile phone from your bag, scrolling through the list of contacts and hoping Johnny isn’t on a black OP mission or middle of nowhere. 

Your thumb came to a stop when you saw a name on the list. Should You? Or should you not? 

Fuck this. Maybe luck will be on your side this time round, you press on the name of the contact, hoping for the best. 

One ring, two rings, three rings. “Come on.. Come on.. Please…” Praying in your mind as you hold your breath while biting your nail,waiting anxiously. 

“Hellllo, my Lastochka, have you finally decided on our third date?” Nikolai purred as he picked up the call. 

Rolling your eyes ,you whispered into the phone harshly, holding back the tears and panic. “There is NO third date if I am gonna die in this dumpster in the next ten minutes!!” 

“Where are you?” You can sense his immediate tone change. He speaks up again before you can notify you of location. “Nevermind, I will just track your phone. Stay where…”  Before he could finish you saw a shadow looming over you, with gun in hand. Letting out a scream and out of instinct, you dropped the phone and deflected the gun split second before the person pulled the trigger, bullet grazing your cheek. Swinging your bag into the person’s groin with all your might, you quickly crawl away as the attacker collapses onto the floor with pain. 

As you scurried away from the danger, you nearly forgot to pick up the phone. Ducking back to retrieve it, you notice the attacker slowly getting up, ready to fight again. Before they had the chance, you gave them another kick in the stomach and harder kick in the head, grab the phone and ran as fast as you could away from the alleyway. 

You didn’t get too far when you heard the sound of gunshots ringing between the buildings, people screaming, followed by a hand pulling you into a broad chest.

Very familiar warm chest and scent. Feeling of safety. Nikolai. 

“Seems I got here in the nick of time.” You feel his chest vibrating as he laughs at his own pun. “But I see you manage to defend yourself with no problem, little bird. Soap had taught you well.”

You would have collapsed on the ground with relief if he wasn’t holding you up with his strong arms. Turning yourself around to lean into his chest, “How did you get here so fast?” you asked. “Did you stalk me again?! Wait, you did, didn’t you? You mention something about tracking..” you looked up at him suspiciously. 

“That is another subject to discuss when your brother gets here next time.” he dismisses you lightly. “So, Are you ok? Why are the local mafia chasing you down??” Pulling you away from him, your body heats up as he cupped your face gently, scanning up and down your body, checking for signs of injury. He frowned as he saw the bullet burnt mark on your cheek, from the bullet barely dodged minutes ago. 

Closing your eyes as let out an exasperated sigh. You quickly recount all the events from earlier on the day. 

“So, here I am, nearly got gunned down, and have something in my possession which I shouldn’t have.” you concluded, fishing out the package from your bag. “I don’t even know what’s in there.

“Well, open it then.” Nikolai nodded towards the envelope, encouraging you to open the mystery package. 

Opening up the seal flap of the package, you took a good look inside. 

“Well, this is definitely not the colour swatch and carpet samples my boss asked for.” you closed the flap again, sighing. “You can have it. I can’t exactly have… that.. Things with me. I don’t know what to do with it.” 

Passing the envelope over to Nikolai, he opened it, eyebrow raised and said nothing. 

“What do I do now??” You muttered as you stood there, totally lost. “They know I had the package.. They are going to try to track me down.” You bit your lip, thinking hard. Should you go back to work? No, that will only bring trouble to more innocent people. Hotel? Out of option too. 

“I’ll sleep with you tonight.”

Did you hear him right?

“What????” you took a step back.  “Wait, wow, hold up! We are not up to that stage in our relationship yet!“ 

“Does that mean we will eventually get there?” He asked with a sly smile on his face, “should I be prepared? Get stuff ready? What would you like?” 

You are mortified, you are just digging a hole for yourself here. “Get your mind out of the gutter! We are talking about serious business here!” you berated him. “So what do you mean by sl.. Sleeping with.. With me tonight?”  you stuttered, face burning. 

“I’ll stay with you, until the situation resolves.” Patting you on the head. “I’ll contact Price later. See what he can do and organise. But in the meantime,  you are stuck with me.”

Honesetly? You don’t know if that is a good idea or not. 

But part of you can’t deny maybe it’s not such a bad idea as you sat on your bed, watch him changing out of his shirt into comfortable loungewear, you secretly gawked at his broad back and the corded muscle, how it flexes when he put one arm through the sleeves, and into another… 

“Should I take my pants off in front of you too?” Nikolai turned around suddenly, a devious smile on his face. 

Caught red handed. Well, not your fault when he decided to change in your room, with you in here. He claims he isn't leaving your side, “Just in case. They might break in any minute.” 

You had to kick him out of the bathroom when he tried to follow you in. “There’s no window in here!!! I will be alright!!” you half screamed and slammed the door into his face. 

“It’s not like I haven’t seen a dick before.” You retorted, giving him a nonchalant shrug, but in fact, you were nervous as hell. 

Nikolai hummed, his expression not giving anything away, and proceeded to remove his pants. You tried to look away, but you couldn’t. Oh, that’s a nice bulge. You noticed as he turned slightly, facing you side on.  You clamp your thighs tight subconsciously, a pool of warmth growing down there. Fuck. should have told him to sleep on the couch, so you could relief your self in private. 

A dip in the bed snapped you out of your daydream. You looked up, his beautiful dark eyes stares back at you. “Cm’ere  Lastochka. Sleep on this side.” he commanded. Leaving no room for argument. He is trying to shield you from the window and door.

Forever a protector. You feel both annoyed and touched by his action. Sick of being treated as a damsel in distress, but you know well that the situation is way out of your control, you would have died if he didn’t come to your rescue earlier this afternoon. 

Switching the bedside table light off, he tucked both of you in, kissing you lightly on the head. 

Not tonight. You are not going to give into your desire tonight. You are still in danger. It’s not time to think about how nice he smells, his large hand cradling your head, how well it will cup your pussy and it is ALSO not the time to think how his dick is gonna stretch you wide….

“You alright there?” he whispered.

“Why do you ask?” you replied, words slightly slurred, eyes half closed from exhaustion from the day’s event. 

“Because you are grabbing onto my shirt. Quite tightly too.” he mused. 

You let the shirt go immediately. Embarrassed, you flip your body away from him, ignoring his chuckle and force yourself to try to fall back to sleep. 

Your eyes shot open to the sound of glass breaking in the living room. Nikolai was already standing by the edge of the bed, back towards you, gun ready in hand. 

“Just as I predicted.” You can hear a gleefulness laced with malice in his voice. A hunter waiting for his prey to show up, ready to toy with them. 

The other side of Nikolai you have never seen before. It sends shivers down your spine. Note to self, you thought, never get onto his bad side. 

Shooting you a brief glance before turning back to face the door, he pointed to the pillow he was sleeping on, “There’s another gun under there. Grab it and stay behind me.” he commanded in a hushed tone. From your previous observation, how your brother and the boys behave, you know better not to disobey him when he is in full commander mode. 

Nikolai yanks the bedroom door open and throws a knife you didn’t notice he was holding into the first intruder’s throat, killing him instantly. You barely suppressed a scream as you saw the body collapsed onto the floor, blood flowing onto the carpet. 

Your landlord is going to kill you. Was your initial thought. How are you going to get rid of the blood stain?!!

The intruders were clearly caught by surprise. They were only expecting you inside the apartment. The other two immediately trained their guns at the two of you, but faltered when they saw who they were up against. 

Nikolai growled at them in a language you couldn’t quite understand, the two stunned assassins nodded quickly, dragging their dead team mate’s body with them as they hastily retreated from the broken window. 

You sighed as you looked at the damaged window. Now how are you going to explain that to the landlord too? Shaking your head, you moved behind Nikolai,avoiding the broken glass on the ground as you joined him peeking out the window, making sure the enemies were true to their word in retreat without causing further problems.

“What did you say to them????” you gaped in wonder, amazed how fast they came, and how fast they went. 

“Easy. I told them you are my wife. And if they lay a finger on you, they will have me to deal with.” You snapped your head towards him,  brain freezed for a second at what he has just told you.  

“This is what I propose, just in case they go and check the marriage registry. We should head to the registry office tomorrow to get married. So what do you say, Lastochka, will you marry me?” 

WHAT. DID .HE .JUST. SAY.

“..... get someone to clean up the carpet first before we discuss marriage please. I am going to lose my bond money because of that.” 

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dsmp if....it was taylor swift

i am the biggest swiftie dsmp blog here i am a swiftie i love taylor swift unless she sings new romantics at a show that im not at then i hate taylor swift

dream: paper rings by taylor swift (from Lover)  - i have written a one shot to dream for stay stay stay like a year ago. please read that too amen - i feel like this song lowkey fits him so well??? just like lowkey - cause like man is rich as fuck hes like a CEO and stuff  - BUT let me backtrack - you met him before he face revealed in the middle of the swamp in florida (orlando) - lets use my other post and say you met him in the grocery store SLAY - you “went home and tried to stalk him on the internet” - and obviously couldn’t find anything - but you reached out to him over text and he didnt answer you..bc he was like filming or smth and you were like bruh - but he eventually did answer you and you were like cool - you guys hung out ALOT  - as friends - to the mall as friends, to the cafe as friends, to the movies as friends - you even met his friends...and then you figured out he was Dream  - your relationship was like slaying at this point - you moved in with him! - and at this point now that you know Dream is Dream and is RICH - he showers you in gifts - expensive jewlery, trips to places, the mans love language is gift giving and he def has the $$$ to make that happen! - but one day he was like drunk or smth idk  - and he was like “wanna get married?” - and you were like “LOL sure” - and he, in his lovesick era, talked about the ring he would buy you in great detail - you were flattered ofc and laughed along - the next morning he woke up from his drunk era and was like “did you really mean it” - and you were like “yes!! i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings whenever you want dream” - and he was like “bet” - and he made paper rings and you drove to the courthouse and GOT MARRIED STOP IT THAT IS ADORABLE AND YOU HAD AN ACTUAL CEREMONY LATER CUTHE MF CAMERAS THAT IS IT THIS IS IT - I WANT TO WRITE THIS INTO A ONESHOT COMMENT “ceo of minecraft” IF YOU WANT IT - runner up song for dream was wonderland btw

george: gorgeous by taylor swift (from reputation) - now LISTEN i was gonna do London Boy - but im saving that for another thing - GORGEOUS FITS and its not just cause george is actually very pretty - this takes place in LA, george is here and you work here  - you also have a boyfriend - lets say you and some of your friends went out to a club one day - so did the dream team tm  - and you just came from a stressful day at work so you did what anyone would do and you drank - enough to get you a bit tipsy - and somehow all the stars and planets and fates aligned and you bumped into mr notfound - and you were like “sorry!!” - and he was like “oh its alright” but he said it british - and you were like “HAHAHAH YOURE BRITISH” and you mocked the way he talked  - you were tipsy alr - and he knows he should have been offended but he couldnt help but smile bc he thought u were cute - you two talk some more and you sober up through the conversation - its cliche but you forget everything else when u talked to him - including your very real boyfriend - and he shoots his shot “do you think i could have your number?” - your eyes shoot open wide and you just groan - “i got a boyfriend, he’s in the club and idk what he’s even doing.” and george is like “oh - but then you just keep going and youre like - “dude if you have a girlfriend im jealous of her” - and he laughed - “but if youre single thats honestly worse” - and he was like “how is that worse” - and you gathered all your confidence and was like “you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts” - and he smiled and said thank you - and you watched as his face moved to sadness - “i dont want to get in the way of your relationship, it was nice meeting you” he says as he walks away - DONT LET HIM WALK AWAY your mind yells at you - but you cant have him, bc youre taken - nothing you hate more than what you cant have - ding - why do all of these suck today guys im so sorry

OH SHIT I FORGOT I WAS GONNA DO STYLE WITH GEORGE UGHHH lmk if you want that

sapnap: you are in love by taylor swift (from 1989)  - you both start as best friends in this scenario - like best friends since high school middle school school  - you talked everyday , hung out everyday - it was natural that you would form a crush on the man - but then he moved to Florida - you totally understood why he did that - but the communication between the two of you died down - and so did your crush, it flickered out - but one day, he texted you - “hey! im coming back to texas for a couple weeks. are you down to hang out?” - and ofc you said yes - you two met up in a little diner, just to cach up  - and it was like you two had never seperated - you were joking around and laughing just like the old times - eventually you two were ordering coffee at midnight as he told you get in the car - he said “i have a surprise for you” - who were you to deny him? - so you got in the car and he sped off to the old dirt road or something where you used to go in high school - shoulders brushing as you two sit in the trunk, he tells you to look up at all the stars - but you looked at him instead, and all your feelings came crashing over you - all you could hear and think about while he drove you home, while you slept was that - “you are in love, true love” - god this SOng THIS SCENARIO - the weekend before he moves back to florida - you had spent the night over, wearing his old shirt as a pajama - burnt toast because he dont know how to work the toaster - you decide to make a move, to let go of your fears on how he’s gonna react - and you kiss him on the cheek - you two spend the whole day being a little more romantic than usual - holding hands, kisses on cheeks, etc - you spend the night over at his house again - then he wakes up in the middle of the night with this look of ?? on his face - you turn to look at him, staring him dead in the eyes - and he stares back, the moon reflecting onto his face - “you’re my bestfriend” he silently whispers, scanning your face for ANY reaction from you - and your heart starts rushing and your head starts beating and all you know is that he is in love with you. and you are in love with him.  - the night continues in a rush of kisses and rushed feelings - he of course had to go back to florida - but now he keeps a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and you see him in everything around you - you two facetime everynight and talk about everything with each other - because you are in love, true love - bonus: when sapnap gets home dream’s like “whats up with you” - and sapnap just shrugs and grins  - “spent some time w my best friend” - “IM NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?” - dream LMFAOO - can you tell im in love with this SONG quackity (hits different from midnights (the till dawn edition)):  - I KNOW THIS SONG HAS A LOT OF DIFFERENT INTERPRETATIONS OKAY - im very aware of that its all i speculate and talk about - its like that one meme with the guy and the bulletin board and hes like “DO YOU SEE THIS” - but i interpret this song as someone singing to a person (bonus points if theyre a friend) they have a major crush on!!! except their crush is dating someone - and you can tell that the person they are dating aint it for them - its giving you belong with me - in this, you’re quackity’s neighbor - and you two have lived next to each other for a while  - to the point where you two have become kinda good friends! youd eat dinner together, have some movie nights, etc - you could say you know him pretty well - well ig you didnt know him as well as you think - one night you knock on his apartment door, looking for someone to hang out with whatever - ignore that you had a crush on him that you were actively suppressing - and his girlfriend answers the door all nice like “hi! how are you!” - and youre like “im good, are you?? who are you?” - and quack pulls up behind her and is like “OH meet my girlfriend!” - and youre like “oh! nice to meet you!” - then you shuffle back to apartment ASAP - suddenly it hit you that the person you had a crush on was unavaliable - and suddenly you felt the anguish that comes from him being in love with someone else - it made you wanna throw up - you call another friend up and meet up at a bar, ready to drink your sorrows away - and the bar you go to is playing the song you and quackity listened to everytime together - you groan and explain everything to your friend who’s just like “oh my! love is a lie, don’t worry - it happens to everyone” just to get you by - but you knew this wasn’t like any other time - youve been so willing to move on in the past - it hit different this time because it was him - you drink so much you start slurring his name and your thoughts are plagued by him - someone puts you into a car and sends you off to your apartment - you slump onto your bed, and fall into a restless fit - dreams of his hair, and his stare, and his sense of belief. of times you once believed he could love you.  - you dreamed of you melting his world like an argumentative, antithetical dream girl - the next morning, you hear a key turning in his door  - and you cant help hope but hes coming in to check on you - so you rush to open the door - he jumps and looks at you startled - “hey! my girlfriend and i heard you come in from the bar last night! must have been a wild night!” he chuckled, wishing you the best of health as he retreated into his apartment - you stare at the spot he was just standing out, letting out a big sigh as you groan, your hangover catching up with you - “catastrophic blues, moving on was easy for me to do. it hits different, it hits different cause its you”  - be glad i didnt pick “youre losing me” for this cause damn

karl (invisible string from folklore): - okay. i have already written a karl one shot. to holy ground by taylor swift. from red (taylors version) please go read after this. amen - okay - THIS OSNG THIS GOSNGS ITHSIGHSDJKFG - i cant get over the childhood best friends to lovers shit - but i dont think youre childhood besties - you just met when you were younger - its giving karl lives in a place where your family used to take you on vacation every summer - like to ur grandparents place or some white shit like that - every summer, you would go to the park, read and then go get fro yo at the shop near by - every year growing up, youd read stories of epic romances - and you couldnt help youd meet somebody there, sitting in that park - then, they year you were 16. you went into the fro yo shop. same as always - and there stood a 16 year old karl, in a teal shirt, asking you what you wanted to eat - there wasn’t anyone else in the store, so you two talked. and you two clicked instantly.  - you went back everyday for that year - and did the same every summer after that - until one summer, you told him that you were moving to LA. to pursue your career - and he finally gave you his number - when he finally got around to going to LA he called you up - and you two reconnected, just like the old times. ate at your favorite dinner spot and everything. you decide to try something more - so you date long distance - three years later, you two meet up at the old yogurt shop. and then got lunch down by the lakes - now, years later you two live together. in the same small town you vactioned in every year - you two walk the park you read at every day - karl owns the yogurt shop you two met at  - and you cant help but think that even through all the bad things that you had in  your life - the only good thing that was stringing along for most of your life was karl - karl made you less vengeful of the boys youve loved before - karl made you better. and you made him better - the both of you cant help thinking about the wonderous time, and how pretty it is to think about how “all along there was some invisible string” tying the two of you together - i feel like i coulda expanded here but i think its cute idk sorry guys

wilbur (begin again from red (taylor’s version)): - i think i got a different era for each person SCORE! - wilbur is sOOOO evermore and red coded - but not 22 or ikywt coded but all too well and the lucky one coded - you had recently gotten over a breakup and were ready to start dating again - and a friend of yours hooked you up with this guy from her office - who she said “does not do typical officer work” - you ready for anything, so you thanked her and took her offer - and now the date of your date is here, and you couldn’t help but be nervous - you critiqued and critized every small bit of you, just like your ex did - but now youve grown to love what you wear and what you look like - you blasted your favorite song that he seemed to hate as you walked out the door, as ready for this date as you could ever be - you walked to the cafe that you decided to meet up at, expecting wilbur to be late - imagine the soft surprise that took over you when he stood when he saw you, waving to you as he strode over to meet you halfway - “hi” you said breathlessly, surprised at the common decency he showed you - “hey” he said slyly, making small talk with you as he ushered you over to the table he saved - he pulled your seat out and everything, helping you take your coat off. he doesn’t know how nice that is - while you’re talking you tell some stupid joke, trying to ease your nerves - and when he throws his head back laughing like a little kid? youre done for.  - for the past 8 months you could only think about how love breaks and burns and ends - but on a wednesday, in a cafe. you watched it begin again - you cant help but smile back, agreeing to a second date - you meet up for a second date, this time in a record shop.  - you two talk about your shared love for music - and he’s like “ive never met anyone who as many los camp! records as i do” - and you were like “bet!” - turns out, you two have the same amount - you two walk around the city, exchanging stories about your lives when he suddenly teases you for being shyer than on your first date - you jsut blush and nudge him teasingly while rolling your eyes. and he laughs again.  - your ex never did that. he was never carefree, kind, and careless around you - but wilbur was. and your idea of love just grew and grew and grew - he walks you to his car, and the words about your ex are on the tip of your tongue. youre about to tell him about how different he is than your ex and how grateful you are for him - but then he cuts your thoughts off, launching into a story about him and tommy - and you find yourself wanting to talk about that instead - you can finally say what’s past is in the past - because on a wednesday, in a cafe, you watched it begin again.  i love taylor swift. i could do so many more of these. please tell me if you want

[whydontyousaeso]

“My tribal Queen”

Roman reigns x fem reader

Type- fluff, suggestive

Warnings- not proofread, but can also got a bit suggestive at some times!

Summary- after returning from an injury, y/n is approached by Roman reigns with an interesting offer.

A/n-Here is the lovely Roman one shot I wrote for the time being! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also remember that my request are open!

After returning from what seemed to be a career threatening injury, your stomach was in flips. You thought that you would be happy to be back on smackdown, but you were everything but happy. All of your old friends were on raw, the only one remaining being Roman reigns.

You actually saw him in the hallways earlier, it was clear that he had just arrived. You hesitated walking up to him though, something just told you not to.

Eventually you made eye contact with him and smiled, giving a small wave. For a moment his eyes softened and you thought you would get your old friend back. But then he rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving you shocked and confused.

Ever since that moment your head had been filled with racing thoughts. Why didn’t he wave back? Did you do something wrong? What was wrong with him? Eventually you just gave up, maybe you could talk to him after the show and possibly get some drinks.

As you walked back stage you breathed a breath of relief. You just finished your first promo back and you were feeling more than confident.

“Hey uce! That was a pretty solid promo out there, you definitely haven’t lost your charm!”

You turned around to see jimmy uso standing in the doorway, reaching out to give you a high five. You smiled and gave him a small high five back, “thanks for coming out to see me, your actually the first”

“For real?”

“Yeah, it’s been pretty quiet”

You chuckled a bit, laughing at the situation at hand. You finished gathering your stuff up and stood up.

“Man, that’s disappointing… but hey! Big uce wants to see you, he said he wanted to talk to you about something.”

You paused.

“Roman?”

“Yeahh, he sent me to come get you”

You almost let yourself smile, happy to see the possibility of Roman coming back to you.

“Awesome, then let’s go!”

“Hey uce, I got her for you”

You walked into Roman’s locker room, intrigued by how big the room was. Roman was sitting in the biggest chair, legs sprawled out and leaned back. Solo stood beside him, arms crossed, Along with Paul on his other side.

“Hello miss y/n, it truly is-“

“I’ve got this wise man, you three get out. I want to talk to her privately.”

Paul just nodded his head, quickly leaving with Jimmy and solo.

“Sit down Y/n, we have a lot to talk about.”

“That we do, how have you been ro?”

You say down in the chair next to him, crossing your legs and smiling.

“As you can see, I’m the most dominant super star here. Something you have the ability to be.”

You bit your lip, preparing yourself to hear the ‘join us’ speech.

“You have the looks, talent and mic work to walk along side us.”

Looks?

You stared at him, confused. What does he mean by looks?

“Walk with us y/n, walk with me.”

“Hold on Ro, what do you mean?”

“I think I made myself clear. What are the confusions?”

“You said I have the looks?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You both took a second to stare at each other. There was clearly some sort of tension between you both.

“Look, are you in, or not?”

“I don’t know ro, I just got back and-“

“I can get you a spot at wrestlemania.”

“I could get that myself”

“But could you walk away a champion?”

“Ro I just-“

“Who else are you going to align with?”

“Knight offered me a spot-“

“Please, we both know it’s to look at your chest the entire time.”

“Oh please, you just want to take that opportunity as well.”

“What about it?”

That made you stop. You didn’t actually except any of that from Roman at all. Sure you two had some questionable interactions in the past, but no moves were made.

“Let me think about it Ro. Please.”

“You know where to find me Y/n, not much has changed.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.”

It had been two weeks since that conversation. You thought about it a lot. You wanted that match so badly, and you wanted that championship even more. You sent him a text.

‘I’m ready to talk’

It didn’t take long at all to respond.

‘Good. Come over to my place, we can talk over some dinner. Be there at 6’

So that’s how you got yourself into the situation. You stood in his living room, a pencil skirt on with a button up white shirt. “Sit down, dinner will be done in a moment”

You simply nodded and did as said. Your stomach was already a mess of nerves, to mess with it more would stop you from getting through the conversation.

“So, what is it?”

“I want to join you guys. But we need to talk about what you said.”

“Go on.”

“What you said about my looks and that stuff. What did you mean ro?”

He chuckled and shook his head, looking you up and down.

“I don’t know what’s so confusing, you’ve always known me to be blunt and honest.”

You scoffed

“That still doesn’t answer my question ro.”

“What’s your question Y/n? My statements were clear.”

You watched as he stood up and walked towards you, putting his arm on the wall beside you and leaning down.

“You’re pretty, but you would look better on my arm.”

You held your breath, holding the eye contact with him and biting your lip. You felt your face heat up as you smelled his musky cologne, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about this before.

“Well?”

he pressured again, pushing to know your answer.

“I don’t see why that would be such a problem.”

He smirked and reached up to grab your cheek.

“Perfect, my tribal queen.”

[beautifulblooms]

Xiao general headcanons

I woke up and said "yep I wanna write headcanons" so here they are, and they're for my favorite adeptus too. I hope you all enjoy these fluffy little tidbits about the vigilant yaksha. GN/Male reader implied but I'm pretty sure I didn't use any pronouns

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine-aligned, and male readers!

He’s somehow so stubborn and rude but at the same time the sweetest most caring person ever

Like, he would 100% tell someone to stop being stupid, then go home to you and request cuddles

Although, him requesting anything took a long time of convincing and confidence building with help from you

He’s utterly adorable tho when he’s with you at Wangshu Inn

Definitely ticklish

You both found that out together one day when he was coming home from a patrol around Giuli Plains

“(y/n), I’m back”

“Xiao! I missed you, are you alright? You were gone for longer than normal”

Coming up behind him you grabbed his waist a little quicker and tighter than he expected, to which he yelped slightly in return

“Um, yes I’m fine, there were some hilichurls-”

“Were not gonna pretend like you didn’t just make that noise, now are we?”

He went quiet and wasn’t exactly sure what to do besides turn around in your arms and put his head on your shoulder to hide the blush on his cheeks

“Xiao, are you ticklish?” 

He was still quietly hiding his face

Since he still wasn’t answering, you started to tickle his sides again

He jolted at the touch and was trying to hold back whines and small laughs while you kept going

“I’m not gonna stop until you tell me if you’re ticklish”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

He could barely get the words out with short giggles between every few words

“C’mon baby, just tell me you’re ticklish and I’ll stop”

He wanted to keep up his tough facade but couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore 

“Fine! Yes yes, I’m ticklish now will you stop antagonizing me!” 

“That’s all I needed my mighty Adeptus”

His cheeks somehow got redder at the nickname and he went back to hiding his face in your shoulder

“Please don’t tell anyone”

“Like I’d ever tell anyone about this precious secret”

After that, he would not let his guard down entirely around you for a little, worried you might tickle him randomly

I mean it was kinda fair cause you did do it sometimes to hear his adorable laugh and squeak

He loves to watch you cook, especially cooking with you

He’s not the best at it but certainly loves to help with what he can

Best at chopping things

If you make him almond tofu he literally will be like a puppy getting its favorite treat

Sitting there wide-eyed waiting for it to be done

Loves to sit on the top ledge of the Inn with you just to watch the stars and get close to you if he gets cold

Well, he says he’s cold but you know he isn;t actually and just wants to be close to you

He doesn’t really sleep either, but he can pretend to for your sake

Having you next to him really helps calm him down too

Makes the karma easier to handle as well, in his own words

Overall, great boyfriend, utterly adorable, 10/10 I want him