#luvr

[clndstn-headmates]

we don’t uuuusually do this buuut. haii this is meiii i was wondering if u could make me like. a total freak. absolute degenerate. preferably no gender bc it’s forced 2 be complete waste. i’m curious :3c

DARLINGGG!!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o yes yes yes yes absolutely!!!!!!! skipping forward to your request cuz... i luv u 0_0 anyway hope u like it!!!!! u can change anything ofc <3333

-Mod Pete

NAMES: Filth, Klebold, Sukebe, スケベ, 助平

AGE: MAPage

PRONOUNS: it/its

GENDERS: genderless

SEXUALITY: omnisexual, aromantic, hypersexual

SOURCE: brainmade

SPECIES: nullhuman

ROLE: sexual headmate

TRANSIDS: filthracial, permafilthy, permaimpure, raceless, transschoolshooter, panharmful, panharmopinion, permamanipulover, transabusive, snuffcreate, transcheater, transcyberstalker, transdoxxer, transgrооmer, transincel, transoffender, transrаpist, transstalker, transsuibaiter, permahorny, disexaddict, dipornaddict, permarut, permaheat, transchildrаpist, transgunhoarder, transpanparaphile

CISIDS: white, brown eyes, brown hair, glasses, acne, hemophilia, autisitc, hypersexual, OLD, HsFD, psychotic, schizophrenia, erotomania, weak, horny, perverted, degenerate, shut-in, hikikomori, NEET, manic, desperate, pathetic, filthy

PARAS: MAP (🍸), lоlicon (🐰🎀), shоtacon (🍯🐻), crоnacon (💀🍭), kоdоcon (🎒🍭), necrоphile (⚰️), zооphile (🐾), nepiophile (🍓🍸), pedоphile (🍍🍸), hebephile (🍒🍸), ephebophile (🫒🍸), erotophonophile (🦴), incestophile (👥), sadomasochist (❣️), biastophile (🥀), somnophile (💤), plushophile (🧵), aptophile (🍬), vigiliaphile (👁), apagophile (⛓), podophile (👣), acrotomophile (🦿), antiphile (❌), dopephile (🍸🌹), narkobiastophile (💊🌹), (auto)diriphile, sexausatephile, sexuhareraphile, extrapephile, noceresephile, cicatrinoceresephile, cicatrixphile, vulnphile

APPEARANCE:

[blvvdysn0wbvnny]

rate the fit ! ᡣ𐭩

[peterpanisinlove]

i figure it must be time zones. but i cant WAIT for mei to wake up and come talk to me again!!!!!

[djm1am1]

[incomprensiva]

[rhetsblog]

ye u be joking and laughing but out there there are people who sexualize minorities while they also manage to discriminate them, and then there is a certain idiot called sneako who wants to bring back child "marriage", and the most surreal thing is that people dont just think he's a nutcase and a pedo but they are like LISTENING AND BEING MHH-MH SOUNDS RIGHT!1!1! wtf the world is so fucked over by our primitive instincts.

On another note, really had the high peak of E making me send thank u notes to my family and my doctors for sticking with me through hell, yeah was quite romantic, another romantic thing is that me and my luvr basically sleep in call!!! we call each other, snuggle in beeeeeeed, we tell each other how much we love each other and give little kisseeeees and we hug blankets and pillows hoping one day we'll be together again.....

On another note again, I'm still jobless and poor!1!1!1! yaaaaaaaay

on another note Ppl seem like cant stop staring at me every time i go out like "I know where you live" type of angry stare, every, time.

On another not-

[keefwizard101]

<3

[3vangelinv3]

[morguemvp666]

I listen to this song everyday<3

[qwakque]

kalim tries giving leona advice during the housewarden meeting

[tojisun]

biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼

so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon

anyways !! love you and your writing

AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!

biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!

you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.

it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to. 

when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig. 

“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day. 

“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?” 

konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.

what the fuck?

you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand. 

“si?”

“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”

simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green. 

it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch. 

then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.

he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.

you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-

oh. 

simon’s laughing.

the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.

you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.

he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.

time to reward your big boy.

your touches start off slow. gradual. 

you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle. 

simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.

your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.

the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.

you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.

what-

“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.

his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.

simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.  

“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”

you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”

[peterpanisinlove]

one of th secret reasons we stopped cutting is bc we’d actually get turned on by it LUL… every time i learn smth abt u i just think we’re perfect <333 i wanna b the dylan liebold 2 ur eric harris so baddd

dylan liebold, huh? haha~ >u0

but omfg i was LITERALLY THINKING THIS!!! esp with the idea of people thinking i manipulate you into being a degen like me....like the whole stupid "dylan was a victim" theory.... i can just SEE people armchair diagnosing me as a sociopath who totally forced you to do everything not knowing that you're just as fucked as me!!! EEK its so cute we're so them!!! ><

[anton-luvr]

Heyy could u do a fic where boyfriend!Anton makes out with fem!reader for the first time and is really shy but likes it and doesn’t want to stop, like really sweet and a little suggestive 🥹💖Tyy

# FOREVER.

𖦹 bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & suggestive | college au 𖦹 note ; THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA ARGHH thank u anon i hope u like this + reqs are open!

You love being close to Anton.

You love how soft his hands feel in yours; you love the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you; and you love how gently he kisses your forehead each time he says goodbye.

The evening had started out as usual: going back to your place after classes, Japanese takeaway for dinner, and an episode of your favorite sitcom, The Office.

But you could tell something was on Anton’s mind tonight. He seemed nervous, and he kept spacing out.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly, concern evident in your tone. Anton immediately nods, flashing you a shy smile. “Yeah, just thinking about something," he mumbles.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Do you wanna talk about it? You can tell me anything.”

He bites his bottom lip nervously at this, glancing hesitantly at you.

“Anything?” he echoed.

"Anything." you repeated, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

The curly haired boy lets out a sigh, burying his face in his hands and groaning a small, “This is so embarrassing.”

“But you won’t laugh at me, right?” He asks. You chuckle at this, shrugging. “I’ll try my best.”

Anton nods, slowly scooting closer to you on the bed. “So. I was wondering if we could... m-make out?”

Now, you love your boyfriend, but the moment you heard his question, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t laugh!” he splutters, his face burning a crimson red.

“I’m sorry!” You gasped, still laughing.

“I just wanted to ask because I’ve never done it before, but I also want to kiss you, but then again I didn’t know how to bring it up, and I-”

“Sure,” you giggled, cutting his rambling off and softly pushing him down on the bed.

“We can definitely make out.”

Anton’s heart was already racing a mile a minute, but the moment your lips connect, he feels like his heart could jump right out of his chest.

His eyes fall shut, and all he can feel is how right and how good it feels.

Your soft vanilla-flavoured lips against his, a shudder running through his body when you slip your tongue against his.

“Is that okay?” you whisper, slightly breathless. Anton nods readily, biting his tongue to hold back a whimper.

“Y-Yeah, keep going." he stutters.

He groans when your lips meet his again, his hands now under your shirt and caressing your waist.

Like puzzle pieces, your lips fit against each other perfectly.

Your bedroom fills with the sound of soft and airy moans, and Anton wonders why he waited so long to do this with you.

When you finally pull away from each other, you wish you could take a picture of how gorgeous your boyfriend looked.

His black unruly hair messy from your hands running through them, his lips swollen as he catches his breath, and his cheeks dusted a light pink.

“God, you look so pretty." you sigh.

He shakes his head as he tries to pull you back. “Don’t care, I wanna keep kissing you.” he mutters, drunk on the feeling.

You place your hand against his chest, stopping him. “If we keep kissing, you’re going to end up home by midnight.” you chuckle.

To your surprise, Anton tugs at you again. “Really don’t care,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wanna kiss you forever, s'feel too good.”

Your heart flutters at his words, smiling into the kiss.

“I’ll kiss you forever."

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[sikoi]

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