#moots!💕

[candieduranium]

rb to throw a water balloon at a mutual

[arttrashking]

Can I just-

He deserves a flower

[a-clown-with-wings]

BEST FRIENDS!! THEY ARE FRIEMDS!! YAAAAQAY

They are friends,s

They hang out all the time huzzahhh ***

[Hijinks + Winged!Sun]

My babyes XP

(I like to think that different aus of Sun and Moon look the way that they do because they have alternative build models.)

Winged !Sun belongs to my lovely friend @crystalmagpie447 !! They are so cool, I love them! <3

Please enjoy as I embark on more adventures!

Alternate versions below!!

They are so baby!

[dustcrumbs]

for my very silly lad @gayhorrorsans who was my motivator and co-helper while drawing.

(He told me what I should draw cuz I had NO clue)

BIG horror sans.. grins

And ig Murder being a freak too

also comment from wife @k1llercrumbs that is silly

[ysrjune]

idc who gets annoyed with this. sam with girly reader with cptsd who is just trying to ask him if hes okay but he yells at her n she starts to cry and tries to leave but he is like “nooo my shayla…” and apologises and stuff

IDK IM TRYING JUNIE GRRRRRR

[ “ WE BOTH KNOW THAT IT’S NOT FASHIONABLE TO LOVE ME ” ]

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ENJOY ! ♡

"babe, please," she pouts, tugging at the sleeve of her boyfriends shirt. "you havent been talking to me all day, are you okay?" she asks softly as Sam smoked a cigarette, watching TV. he gave her no answer, causing her to assume that she had done something terribly wrong to upset him.

"maybe he's mad because I asked Jared for help on the assignment." she thinks.

"sammy, answer me!" she taps his shoulder. sam groans and finally looks over at her. "can you shut the fuck up and leave me alone?! im not mad! I just want to relax, alright? you asking me if im mad is making me mad! you're so annoying!" sam yells and shakes his head. you flinched when he yelled, tears forming in your eyes as he continued. "oh.. sorry," you try saying without your voice cracking. it fell silent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

"I hate when you get like this, you know? can you seriously not go five minutes without talking to me? dont you get tired of not shutting your fucking mouth?" he doesnt yell, but his tone was harsh and mean. "you're so god damn needy for my attention, its embarrassing." he ends and you finally crack. the tears spilled from your eyes and you sobbed softly. "im sorry! I just! I like talking to you," you cry to him. his upset face immediately went away, turning to you as soon as he heard you crying. "I don't mean to be embarrassing, im sorry sam." you keep crying.

sam immediately feels bad and pulls you in for a side hug. "fuck," he curses under his breath. "babe im sorry." he sighs. "I didnt mean to get mad at you like that, princess." he sets his cig on the ashtray on the side of his bed. "this isnt your fault, beautiful. cmere." he positions you to lay on top of him, burying your face in his chest. "im sorry baby, I really am. I just had a stressful day, you understand, yeah? I just didn't feel like talking." he kisses the top of your head.

"forgive me?" he wipes your tears with his thumbs. "I dont know. you were being really mean." you sniffle, voice muffled from your face still being in his chest. "yeah, I was.." he kisses your head again. this wasnt the first time hes yelled at you. hes done this atleast two other times this month, but he really is trying his best to make it to none. he doesnt like to take his anger out on you. especially since you're always so damn nice to him. too nice, even. always giving him gifts, showering him with your affection. sam feels like a horrible boyfriend most of the time because he knows hes not treating you the way you deserve.

"come on doll, I didnt mean what I said." he whines. "im so sorry babygirl, I swear, I swear, I swear that I don't think you're annoying for talking t'me all the time, alright? promise you that even if I look like I'm not paying attention, I am." he lifts your face and kisses your soft lips. the soft lips that he loves to kiss. "pinky promise?" it sounded childish for you to want him to pinky promise, but you had been doing it since you started talking. it only started as a silly thing, but it had become a genuine thing in your relationship.

"pinky promise, dollface." he locks your pinky with his and kisses you again. "I love you baby. sorry that I dont show it enough." he runs his fingers through your hair. to make it up, he took you to the mall and bought you a couple cute shirts and other clothes. #samhashismoneyupnow #notbrokeAF #ehboyfriendbutWfortrying??

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i wish you’d write a threesome with aemond, reader, and someone else of your choosing! 🖤

Here you are, my love, a tidbit for you...

"If he tries to take you, you must not resist."

The statement catches her off guard as she lies next to her husband in his bed, keeping to his unburned side, knowing it will cause him the least discomfort.

When Aegon had first taken to his sickbed, a mess of melted flesh and broken bones, she had wept, not knowing if he would ever be whole again. For six long months she had kept vigil by his bedside, watching anxiously as Maester Orwyle had worked fastidiously to make him well. He slept nine hours out of every ten, and when he was lucid he simply moaned in pain and begged for his next draught of poppy milk.

It is only in recent weeks that he is well enough to rise from his bed with assistance, though he cannot walk far. He can now hold a conversation without gasping for breath, addled by pain. Even his voracity has returned, to a degree. He is under strict instructions to not attempt to lay with his wife, however, it has not prevented him from commanding her to lay beside him on the bed as he brings her to peak on his fingers.

"Who?" She asks softly, brow furrowing in concern, as she softly strokes his forehead. A subtle way to check that his words are not feverish ramblings.

"Aemond," he replies simply. "He covets my crown, at the cost of my life. I expect he will want all that goes with it, my Queen included."

She swallows thickly. She had long suspected foul play had been behind Aemond's sudden rise to the position of Prince Regent, however, it is the first she has heard it spoken aloud. However, in the midst of war she is certain that laying claim to her will be the last thing on his mind.

"I'm sure your brother has more pressing matters to attend to, my love," she reassures him.

"I mean it," he says, voice strained and fraught with emotion. "Give him what he wants. I will gladly share you if it spares your life."

It not two weeks later that she sits straddling Aegon's face, a knee either side of his head on the pillow as he laps greedily at her sticky core, the throbbing sensation making it almost impossible to keep her hips still as she grips the headboard with such force it turns her knuckles white.

She is tentative in how she positions herself, careful in her movements, not wishing to hurt him. If it were up to her, they would not be doing this at all in the first place, however, he had been insistent in his demands.

"If I do not get a taste of your cunt soon, I fear I shall go mad. Have mercy on a cripple."

She had giggled at his brashness and finally relented, and is glad she had. The art of pleasure is something that even more than half a year spent infirm could not make Aegon forget.

The doors to the bed chamber burst open, robbing her of the sweet oblivion she had teetered upon the edge of and making her startle. She gasps as Aemond announces his presence, sweeping into the room as he throws the doors closed behind him.

She desperately tries to scramble away from Aegon, to make herself look presentable, but he holds firm to her thighs, keeping her precisely where she is.

Her skin burns hot with humiliation as Aemond slowly advances towards the bedside, clearly unbothered by the spectacle he has walked in on. He looms over the bed side, looking down at her as she gazes back up, eyes wide and fearful.

"It appears to me," he tells her softly, "that my brother has not made available to me all of the resources necessary for me to rule the Kingdom in his stead."

Her eyes drop to where his fingers now work open the lacings of his trousers, her heart thudding at the sight, mind racing with the possibilities of what he means to do.

"I require the services of the Queen," he continues, "and I expect her to be forthcoming."

Her throat runs dry as he frees himself, the tip of his erection already glistening with arousal.

Aemond reaches out, his fingers sinking into her hair as he cups the back of her head, pulling her forward, the head of him pressing against her lips.

"Is that understood?"

She hesitates, and feels Aegon give her thighs an encouraging squeeze.

"If he tries to take you, you must not resist." The words echo in her mind, and she parts her lips, allowing him to push forward into her mouth.

The taste of him upon her tongue is sharp and unfamiliar, though not unpleasant. And as she feels her husband's tongue begin to lap at her folds once more, while his brother thrusts slowly into her throat, she decides that in war they must all make sacrifices, and that if her body is to be forfeit then she will gladly yield.

[ivystoryweaver]

Congratulations on one year! You are such a bright light in the Tumblrverse. : )

Could I request a very soft dom Jake tying a fem reader's hands with his tie? Bonus if she's a fluffy lady. If that's not your thing I totally understand and no worries. I love your writing and I cannot wait to catch up with all of it. <3

Wahhh it took me so long, I'm so so sorry. Your message is so sweet and means a lot! I love this idea and I wanted to give it my full attention. I know Jake is supposed to be soft dom here, but gotta make her a little spicy too, hope you don't mind. But trust me, Jake loves it, in this case.

Tied Up - Jake Lockley

Pairing: soft dom!husband!Jake Lockley x curvy/fluffy!wife!reader Word count: ~1.4k *banner does not indicate reader’s race

Content: slightly tipsy consensual activities, bondage, Jake loves thighs, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, mention of m. and f. oral, mention of p in v, mention of a safeword, language, not beta'd

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"Happy anniversary," Jake murmured against your ear, unlocking the front door of your flat and guiding you inside with one hand firmly clasping yours.

As soon as the door was bolted behind you, he used his grip on you to spin you around, cinch you close and press his lips to yours urgently.

Dinner was delicious and you'd enjoyed just enough wine to feel warm and willing to melt into your husband's demanding embrace.

As his tongue coaxed you into a salacious, hungry kiss, his gloved hands pressed you against his body. Tracing over your curves, he groaned in your mouth as he gripped your hips and pushed you up against the wall.

"Not gonna make it to the bedroom, mi reina," he breathed against your mouth, fingers toying with the hem of your dress to drag it up over your thick thighs - his favorite part of you.

Grabbing him by the tie, you yanked him closer, if that were possible. "It's my wedding anniversary, Mr. Lockley, you better treat me right."

"Si, Señora Lockley," he purred, kissing you again before guiding you by the hand to the kitchen, of all places.

"Sit down," he ordered, pulling his black leather gloves off his fingers one at a time as you slowly complied.

"This chair doesn't seem very comfortable. Not when we have a brand new bed in the bedroom," you playfully complained.

With his gloves removed, he used them to trace along your cheek before leaning down close to your face. "You don't need to be comfortable to come all over this chair. You just need to do what you're told."

"Really?" You taunted. "A minute ago, it was 'mi reina' this and 'mi hermosa esposa' in the car, and now you want to boss me around?" Reaching for his tie again, you yanked, bringing his mouth to yours. Licking his lips, you worked his mouth open, kissing him deeply before biting down on his plush bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.

"Mmm, hold this for me," he said, nonchalantly stuffing one glove in your mouth to silence you.

Your eyes shot open wide at his boldness, but you could feel dampness pooling in the lace panties you'd bought just for this occasion.

Standing back up, he unknotted his tie and slowly pulled it free from his collar. "Spread your legs for me."

You thought about defying him, just to see what he would do, but you were so intrigued, and getting so wet that you decided to comply.

You opened your legs wide which automatically pushed the skirt of your dress over your thick thighs, revealing your panties to your husband.

He licked his lips, but moved around behind you. "Be still for me," he murmured against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Tracing his fingertips down the length of your arm, he gently maneuvered both of your arms behind the chair. You gasped through the glove in your mouth as you realized he was tying you up with his tie.

He secured your wrists, but left your arms loose and comfortable enough to not distract from the inevitable incoming pleasure.

Easing back around to see your face, he wet his lips at the sight of you tied up, luscious thighs spread wide for him, dark, damp spot staining your gorgeous panties. And the tiniest bit of drool dribbled out the edge of your mouth where his glove was gagging you.

"You want this," he nodded, a self-assured glint in his dark eyes making you pull against your restraints, even as wetness leaked onto the chair between your thighs.

Kneeling down worshipfully, his eyes glazed over with lust as his hands touched your bare thighs. "You're soaked." His thumbs lightly massaged you as his fingers inched higher. "I can smell you."

You moaned through the leather glove, thighs practically shaking in anticipation. "How fast can I make you come if I put my tongue on you, mi reina?"

His fingers finally found the hem of your panties, teasing your hip bones, making you whimper, eyes begging for his touch.

He traced lazy, nonchalant circles on your bare skin, just underneath the soft lace, tracing closer to your aching center.

You whimpered his name, muffled by the glove. His eyes darkened with lust, locking onto yours.

Fingertips finally found the weeping, wet core of you, stroking your folds with a featherlight touch.

Your hips bucked against his hand, desperately seeking some friction, or anything besides his teasing. One corner of his mouth curled as he he cupped your mound with his whole hand, forcing you still. But even that bit of pressure from the heel of his hand on your clit made you moan, pushing your hips into him as best you could in this vulnerable position.

"Take what you want. I won't stop you," he taunted as you started pushing your hips against his whole hand, grinding on his palm, whimpering in slight relief at the friction.

"Fuck, baby...so hot. Fuck my hand. Take what you want."

Your hips bucked harder and faster, chasing anything you could get. Seeing you so desperate for his touch - your strong, broad hips working back and forth, your gorgeous, thick thighs spread wide for him, make Jake groan and push two fingers deep inside your pussy.

You sobbed in relief as he massaged your walls, meeting the rocking of your hips with expert curls of his fingertips inside you. It took a few more strokes deep inside and one swipe of his thumb over your clit for you to explode, pleasure completely blinding you.

Your muffled scream turned Jake on beyond belief, and he watched you carefully as tears leaked out of your eyes and drool dribbled down your chin. Your walls gripped his fingers, wetness gushing all over his hand as you pulled against your restraints.

"Fuck honey," he panted, watching as he made a complete mess of you in just a few minutes.

Your body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he stroked you past your orgasm until you slumped back against the chair.

"You okay?" He asked, carefully removing the glove from your mouth and peering into your eyes.

You quickly nodded, panting as he touched his forehead to yours. With a quick kiss to your parched lips, he got you a glass of water and a towel to help clean up your mouth and tracks of mascara down your cheeks.

Once you had a minute to recover, he kissed you again. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, because I'm not done with you yet."

"Is that right?" You shot back. "And what if I'm done with this damn chair?"

"You want out of the chair, all you have to do is say the word." He stared you down challengingly.

Of course you and Jake had a safeword. But it was a huge standoff between the two of you to never use it. You had pushed one another time after time, seeing who would break first. You had only said it once when you were really dizzy and disoriented one time.

He'd never used it, the fucker.

So you knew you were in for a long time in this hard chair if you weren't willing to give in.

Which you weren't.

Damn him.

"All right, tell me what I have to do, besides say it, to get out of this chair and into my new comfy bed so I can ride you the rest of the night," you said with a pretend yawn, in a bored voice.

Jake shook his head at you, but the corner of his mouth was curling in spite of his "stern" expression.

"Well for starters, you can come on my tongue," he began, "And then you can use that pretty mouth for something more than mouthing off."

"Fine, unzip your pants." You shrugged one shoulder, acting so nonchalant.

Jake's eyes flashed at the challenge. Your bare thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, mascara-smeared face and glistening pussy were enough to almost make him come untouched, but your smart mouth was going to be the death of him.

"You first," he answered, kneeling down between your legs.

It was gonna be a great anniversary, trying to see who would break first.

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[artistic-endchamber]

Say what you want but I think Neito Monoma wouldn't be all too cocky as your s/o. I think he would be a gentlemen, holding the door open for you and making sure you're okay. No matter if you're in the hero course or not. I think he wouldn't laugh at you if you don't know something, he would plainly and carefully instruct you, no matter what it is. I think He would stick up for you and listen to your problems.

But he would always keep a straight face. He wouldn't show any signs of weakness or joy. He would just be a robot. At least, for a couple of weeks when you two start dating.

He would be cheery and sarcastic with his friends but he wouldn't with you. Taking everything seriously but never being harsh. and It would probably piss you off, at some point.

But then it starts to show, that it's not that he's not doing it on purpose -- He just doesn't want you to see him vulnerable. Underneath all that cockiness, is a insecure soul. He can pretend with others -- but he doesn't want to lie or pretend with you. So he stays monotone.

But he starts warming up to you, learning that it's okay to laugh and cry (Even if it's for the stupidest things), and to be open. He learns that you didn't fall for him for being this big, strong man. You fell for him because he was Neito Monoma. The only one in the world. And he starts to live with it. With being comfortable.

( I also have a smut hc but I'll only do it if people want it )

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Tagging: @sunkingwrites :DD I KNOW YOU LIKE NEITO!

[jollyhunter]

Thank you @bettystonewell for inspiring this! It might not be the best, okay, but I had a lot of fun with it and that counts for something, right?

Here's my HEADCANONS on how I'd imagine them to react. 👀 Because I think we can all agree that we'd faint if we were to face all three at the same time.

Warnings: Just my non-native English, sorry ✨ [Click here if you want to see my "realistically" and personal answer]

How would BEAU, BEN and DEAN show up at your door? (and react to you fainting)

BEAU ARLEN

Beau would be the absolute politest of the three, even though the entire doppelganger-situation would be so out of his league, he'd stay calm for your sake; He's charming, sweet, casual but also kind of professional (he's a sheriff after all, no matter where)

He'd start with an excuse before even introducing himself; "Sorry to disturb ya, darlin'." "I'm Sheriff Beau Arlen - well -" he'd chuckle nervously, head tipped, giving you those eyes , "-not sheriff of this place - heh-heh ... y'know what, just call me Beau."

He'd probably step in front of Ben (to his annoyance), just to make sure you don't feel uncomfortable under the supe's intense gaze.

When Beau notices you're swaying (and about to faint), he'd be the first to catch you before you even drop. "Whoa- whoa!" He'd scoop you up - bridal style - and gently lay you down on your bed. (After an intense discussion of what to do with you and then being forced to enter your home when nosy neighbours start looking their way)

Beau would get you a wet towel and carefully dap your forehead, sat on the edge of your bed, careful to not invade your personal space but still staying next to you the entire time. Whispering soothing words in slight concern, "Hey, c'mon darlin'... open those pretty eyes for me..." "You're gonna be fine..." "It's all good..." "You're not dyin' on my, right? Blink once for yes and two for nope, 'kay?"

Once you'd flutter your eyes open again, Beau would gently rub your shoulder, relieved that you're okay. "That's it... Hey there darlin'... Had me worried there for a moment... How you feelin'?"

He wouldn't allow you to get up, too afraid you might pass out again, "Hey, hey, ya better time out for a moment." "You need me to get you somethin'?"

(Beau would have locked Dean and Ben out of the bedroom. First he'd want to explain everything to you before you'd be faced with the entire doppelganger-freak-show.)

SOLDIER BOY / BEN

Ben - oh our lovely Ben - he would not be patient. Or polite. Perhaps charming. Only if he feels like proofing Dean and Beau wrong when they'd argue that he's the last person who should knock on your door since he'd just scare the shit out of anyone with his demeanor.

Now that's just bullshit, right? He's goddamn Soldier Boy after all. He used to make all the girls swoon over him. He'll fuckin' proof them wrong, yeah.

"Hey, doll," he'd greet you with his chest puffed out like an eagle, "I'm sure you know who I am." Because how would you not? he's the greatest supe, a war hero, no matter what fucked up universe he'd been sent to.

When your eyes widen, he'd chuckle cockily, "Wanna give Soldier Boy a hand?" and fuckin winks.

Yup, that's the moment you'd pass out. And what can I say... his first reaction to you slumping into the floor, would be a smug bark of laughter with his hands on his hips and a grin over his shoulder at the other two, "Told ya she'd recognize me."

Ben might be a bit of an asshole, but he's not a complete asshole. He'd pick you off the floor like you'd weigh nothing (because you don't) and drop you down on the couch.

"Hey - Wakey, wakey," He'd shake your shoulders and wait for a reaction. (Sorry - Ben would not be very subtle when he'd try to get you back from your unconscious state.) The others would definitely protest but Ben would dare them to get into his way (he'd sent them flying before), arguing that "Well, she ain't no use to us when she's clocked out, now is she?"

"I'll get her back - just you watch and learn. Fuckin' unprofessional wannabe-cocks..." A wolfish grin would form on his lips while he pulls a blunt out and lights it. He'd take a long drag and blow the smoke right into your face, making sure you'd inhale a good portion of it.

Naturally you'd instantly bolt upright, chocking on it and coughing your lungs out with tears stinging eyes. Ben would watch you with a raucous laughter, patting your thigh like a proud father, "Takin' it all the way to the lungs. That's my girl."

DEAN WINCHESTER

Okay, this is Dean's game. Getting into some strangers house? No problem, his daily biz. Yes, the doppelgänger situation would freak him slightly out but it's not like he hasn't dealt with other versions of himself before. Even the entire 'dropped into another universe' isn't new to him. He might be panicking on the inside but he sure as hell won't let his other idiot-versions (not Beau, he's a friggin' cowboy, he's cool) know that.

He'd instantly try to take the lead. Confident, cool, flirty - whatever he needs to pull out to make you step aside and beg them inside. "Hey sweetheart, mind if we used your phone? You look gorgeous by the way, really like the thing you did with your hair." He grins, winks and gestures at you and your bed-hair.

He might even pull his fake FBI badge to make a better impression. "Agent Page, FBI, these are..." He glances back at Beau who waves his hand with a polite grin while Ben grunts and jerks his chin at you "- nevermind them or their eerily identical faces. We need to have a look around your house, won't take long."

[Bonus points if you're not in the US:] His confidence would slip right off his face the moment you'd point out that, uh- FBI? We don't have those here. "What? Wait- oh crap - where the Hell are we?"

Once you keel over from all your blood rushing south, Dean's eyes would go wide and he'd catch you just as you slump into his arms.

He wouldn't think twice about entering your house, but lift you up, one hand under your thighs and the other on your back while he carries you to the closest thing resembling a couch.

Dean would carefully lay you down, check your pulse just to be sure you're okay and then gently pat your cheeks while he hovers over you. "C'mon sweetheart, wake up..." "Now's not the time for siesta... we're kinda in a pickle here." "You want me to kiss you awake like the sleeping beauty?"

You'd startle awake with a gasp and bump your forehead into his as he was just leaning over you to check on your breath for the third time, "Son of a bitch-"

Perched on the edge of the couch next to you, he'd jab while rubbing his head, "Careful, or you're gonna knock yourself out again." When he'd notice your lost look, his expression would soften and he'd smile at you, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "There you are, sunshine. Glad you're back among the living. Now... I know this is going to sound crazy but..."

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[jkriordanverse]

I realized being a moot did not have a badge and I MEAN IT SHOULD HAVE ONE but i didnt rly see any online so i made one myself :D

send this badge to your moots (or by tagging) because everyone deserves it :D

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[sixpennydame]

silly wip tag game!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

Thanks @ohmypawsandwhiskers @thechaoticarchivist and @the-traveling-poet for tagging me! And since it’s WIP Wednesday I thought it would be a perfect time to share something from the next chapter of North Star:

I’m late to this game, but I’m tagging @amywritesthings @littlerequiem @dont-f-with-moogles @willreigns @atruewarrior @flametrashira @jayteacups @peachdues and any other writer out there who’s working on something!

[dustcrumbs]

Smth smth dust jokingly eating smth horror wanted and then horror fucking makes out with him or something to get it in his mouth like a fucking freak.

“That’s fuckin disgusting.”

“….it is.”

“Then spit it out.”

“No.”

Was supposed to draw a doodle, but got carried away n made a comic

(Killer is talking abt when their team formed btw. Thats the anniversary)

[devil-in-hiding]

somehow convincing bully!soap to let you tie his wrists to the bedframe. when his wrists are tied, sitting on his thigh facing away and he thinks you're going to give him a show but really you're pinning his leg to tie his ankle. then you do the same on the other side.

something something orgasm denials and ruined orgasms until he's so needy and overstimulated all it takes is you spitting on his tip for him to cum over his stomach

idk I'm rotting and want to tie up Johnny and make him whimper. maybe eat his ass a little

- vgilantee

you’d have to ask s o nicely, rubbing on his chest and batting your lashes at him, and when he sees what a little slut you’re dressed up as, he’s nodding, watching with eager eyes as you crawl all around him, making sure the knots are sturdy

and then you’re sitting on his chest, far away enough he can’t even kiss your thighs but close enough that he can see your glistening folds, and he can f e e l the coldness of the gem nestled between your asscheeks

“my turn.”

“huh? bonnie what-“

“shut up.”

[liyuviq]

Yuki has no idea what even a Fan club means but she came to join and play with you guys :D

Please treat her well or Papa prefect will be mad 🌹

OF COURSE SWEETHEART U CAN JOIN 🥺☺️☺️💕💕💕💕💕

the members r very nice n will treat u very kindly!

[ysrjune]

wait i lowkey have an idea!! so sam is at a party with friends and stuff. and he sees this girl and he’s like star struck. like “wow this girl is stunning” then he tries to go and flirt with her and make her all nervous and flustered? WRONG! she makes him all nervous and flustered! she teases him and shit and it’s like super cute. Then he gets all nervous, begins to stutter, etc etc. i hope u like the idea!! tyy 🤭🤭

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 🎲

summary: sam highkey a bitch LMFAOO

"you wont." corey rolled his eyes at sam with a beer in his hand. "what makes you think that you'd be able to make a girl like her nervous? you're a loser, dude." the blond laughs at his friend. sam rolled his eyes back and blew cigarette smoke into coreys dumb face. "twenty bucks I can. I mean, I talked to lyssa last year." he takes the cig out of his mouth and crushes it under his shoe on the floor.

"no, she talked to you." corey corrects sam and takes a sip of the cheap beer that didnt even taste like REAL beer. "and she CONTINUED to talk to you. all that happened was you warmed up to her, and its not like you even lasted long. that relationship was a good six months before it took a toll." jeez, he didnt have to call sam out like that. "alright, shut your big mouth." sam shakes his head, looking over at the girl he had his eyes on for the past hour "we dont gotta bet anything, kay? just watch me do it. no problem." sam says with confidence and puts his God awful shades on.

she was talking to a friend with a drink in hand.. not that cheap beer or any other alcoholic drink—just punch. right when sam was about to approach her, his breath hitched and he walked right past her to go over to the drinks. he looks over at corey, and ofcourse his friend is making faces at him and laughing. "told ya so." he could make out what corey had said from afar. the tall boy groans and stays in a corner with his cup of punch, waiting for her friend to leave so he could get to the other one with nobody else making him nervous.

to his surprise, it didnt take too long.. maybe 5 minutes before her friend went to go talk to her boyfriend. swiftly but also shyly, sam went right up to her with a small smirk on his lips. "hey, uh.." he starts, staring into her eyes. "youu???" she chuckled and sipped her juice. "i-im uh.. im.." he looks up at corey, who was laughing, then back to his little crush. "im sam.. monroe.." he wanted to kill himself. why did he say his full name? you introduce yourself just as he did. "why d'you have shades on? we're inside.. pretty dark, too." aside from the colorful lights shining on everyone's skin. sam was under a purple light while you were under a green.

"um.. i... uh.." he looks down to his feet nervously. "i dunno.." he shakes his head, now smiling. "i just uh.." he finally looked at your face. "thought they would make me more comfortable, I guess." he says. "you scared of girls?" you smile back. "no.." his tongue plays with the metal inside his mouth from his lip piercing. "so, whyre you talking to me sam. need something?" "no.. i mean—uh.. yeah.. sort of." his foot shuffles, making it too obvious how nervous he is. "like.. your number maybe.." "you want my number.. why?" you cross your arms just to tease. ".. to call you? uh.. take you out sometime.." "I dont know. you seem timid about what you're asking." you laugh playfully.

".. I dont know what that means." he takes his shades off but keeps his gaze anywhere but on you." you raise your eyebrows and stay put for a few seconds before bringing him down for a kiss. hes just some random guy from a party, what harm would this do? he'll forget about it by the morning.. hopefully. sam wasnt too bad of a kisser, but he was obviously he hadnt been kissed in a long time. he was desperate and a little sloppy.. grabbing onto your waist and snooping down to your ass.

to his unexpected surprise, you pulled away, causing him to whimper softly. "mmh.. whyd you do that? kiss me.." he keeps you caged in his arms, foreheads pressed together. "cause it was better to get to the point than letting you continue to embarrass yourself." you leave another kiss om his lips before bringing him to a closet and doing a few things.. 😊

by the end of the night, he got your number.. and twenty bucks from corey just because he was impressed. "your huzz game goes SO strong, dude." corey says.. and sam slaps him because thats stupid as fuck to say. "I already told you to not use words that I dont know, idiot."

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