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can we get a hybrid au for Enix pwease?

OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDD OKIE! YES. omg.

🤤✨

so my favorite reader hybrid is hucow, BUT with enix i think a bunny hybrid reader would be perfect.

He is 100% a wolf hybrid like don’t even need to think about it. maybe he has an extra tail, our boy is ✨extra✨

CW: i don’t really know how to CW for hc’s since they’d just be like spoilers so plz forgive me… but- hybrids, hybrid pet keeping, choking (it’s enix, what do we expect🙈✨), heat/rut cycles, knotting, gender neutral, just a lot of different types of nsfw head cannons, murder of reader! not proofread… c-cannibalism…💀

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

You’re his cute lil bunny hybrid.

he makes you amazing veggie dishes to fill and not upset your sensitive bunny tummy

He takes the best care of you

however if you ever stopped being obedient/was too nice to someone else he wouldn’t hesitate to keep you in a cage next to his bugs for a while, probably will take you on walks with a leash while being punished, he knows you still need your vitamins from the sun!

He’s always devoting himself to giving you the best care imaginable no matter what you do

He gives you lots of cuddles and plays with your tail and ears softly in a way that gives you chills

running away honestly turns him on, he loves chasing you, to him it feels like you’re fulfilling your role as his prey.

you can never escape him for long anyway…

Your heat/ruts are rough and Enix is more than happy to stuff you with his knot as long as you need him to

Your cycles trigger his, and when he’s in rut, he’s impossible to calm down or quell

He has you bouncing on his dick for DAYS. in between long sessions you’re cockwarming in his lap while he does his research.

If you’re both in public he still can’t stop himself and will take you somewhere only slightly out of sight

He’ll shove his fingers in your mouth to silence you

in private tho~

He can’t stop himself from choking you with his own mouth.

his teeth always break your skin and leave huge scars on top of your pre existing ones from him constantly marking you

he loves the taste of your blood and laps it up like it’s ambrosia.

Fucks you so hard you’re in pain after and have to stay in bed to recover the next day, he makes sure you still feel him inside you for at least a week after(if you’re not fucking everyday anyway)

definitely wants to breed you

goes feral between your legs, can’t stop himself from biting your thighs.

loves your scent there more than your throat

plays with your tail while he’s down there too, loves how it’s so fluffy and cutee~

You have to physically beg him to stop cause once he’s down there he’s not coming back up

Wants to actually eat you and can barely control himself. he’s a wolf and you’re his cute lil bunny after all…

This Au definitely without a doubt ends in him actually murdering and devouring you.

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: enemies to friends to lovers, cocky!yn/annoyed!abby, mutual pining, dumb lesbians, unresolved tension, more to be added.

PART2 — PART3 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• after finishing med school, abby got a job at her dad’s private clinic outside of new york, which she quit after working there for a year

• during college, she was a victim of horrible gossip; everybody thought that she had it easy because of her dad being one of the best doctors in new york (to be fair, she was more privileged than other students because of this, but she would never admit it)

• and because of the desire to prove herself, she quit her “safe” job to go to work at the ER in the city to prove that she isn’t just somebody’s spoiled daughter who happened to be in the medical field

• she moved out closer to manhattan because of her new job, renting out a small brick red townhouse in a row of other copy-pasted houses, filling the shelves with books and the kitchen with spices. it was truly her home, which was something she took pride in.

• abby’s first interaction with her neighborhood critters went stellar; she met margaret, an old lady who lived across the street with her tortoiseshell cats clara and mima. margaret and abby grew close and she would go over to her house to have tea every saturday.

• abby’s second interaction with her neighbors however… didn’t go that as well as she thought it would

• she had some sense of what her next door neighbor was like- or at least she thought she did

• music would be blasting every night, approximately from 9pm to 6am- when she left for work. abby concluded that her neighbor was either a musician, a nepotism baby (pot calling the kettle black) or just insane.

• some days, her neighbor would be playing piano, guitar or banging on drums. on tuesdays, abby could hear her sing (“she’s screeching like a banshee manny, it’s like- 2:35am! wha- no, she doesn’t sound good, you’re just hearing things!”, she would complain to her friends) and on fridays, her mysterious musician neighbor held parties

• abby tired to be patient, but her abundant patience lasted her maybe one and a half month, before she found herself banging on her neighbor’s front door, dressed in a muscle tee with her hair falling out of her fishtail braid

• abby looked at her watch- 1244 steps, 4:22am, friday. she groaned and rubbed her face, realizing that she was about to meet her (probably very drunk) noisy neighbor, but to abby’s surprise- the door didn’t open

• she could hear the music turn down and a few girlish giggles behind the door, confusing her further

• right as the blonde started knocking again, the lights turned off and she could hear a familiar voice yell- “nobody’s home! go away!”, followed by muffled laughter

• this pushed abby over the edge- countless nights of sleeplessness, an irregular meal schedule and long day shifts at the ER finally caught up to her, and her annoying neighbor was about to be on the receiving end of her wraith

• “you’re troublesome, you know that?! always being so loud during the night, while some of us have work in the morning! get out here right fucking now and turn that god-awful music down!”

• abby let out a shaky, frustrated breath, suddenly being met with a tense silence, she took a step away from the door, thinking she finally got her neighbor to quiet down for once, before she hear that same agitating voice retort-

• “… whatever, grandma!”, followed by the music turning back on, laughter and chatter continuing into the night.

• by this point, abby’s chest and face were cherry red and she was stomping back to her house, trying to ignore the pang of embarrassment and frustration in her belly

• dr. anderson fell asleep with her earbuds in and woke up with a horrendous headache, only to have to get ready for her 7am shift at the hospital

• soon enough, abby was locking the door to her townhouse, double checking the contents of her lunch bag and briefcase (a gift from her dad, duh), when she noticed it, noticed her

• dressed in a kitsch black coat with fluffy white fur around the sleeves, donning gloves and a matching baby blue scarf in the middle of god forsaken october, was her favorite next door neighbor, blissfully unaware of the death stare she was receiving

• abby felt her eye twitch when she noticed her bare legs leaning against the railing that lead to her front door- the irony

• “hey! you!” abby made her way over to her neighbor’s staircase, nearly tripping over her bags and coat, before she stopped at the bottom, staring up at her with tired bloodshot eyes and a red, scrunched up face

• “um… hi? do i know you?”

• “don’t act all sweet now, you need to be put in your place. what the hell is wrong with you-“

• on the other hand, you lazily smiled, and continued staring at her. must be my lucky day, you thought, eyeing abby’s buff body and biting your lower lip, eyes sticking to her arms which were flailing around as she yelled at you for- oh, she’s the woman from last night!

• “y’know, you could’ve just joined us, right? i don’t bite”, you replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

• abby, who despite being caught off guard by your borderline flirty statement, was about to keep going off on you, suddenly got interrupted by her apple watch alarm, warning her that she’ll be late for work

• she looked back at you with storms in her eyes, her glare making you straighten up and cross your arms defensively; your neighbor wasn’t only hot, but also intimidating

• “i do. this isn’t over, you better be home later. we need to talk.”, and with that abby walked away, leaving you with the sight of her towering form disappearing in the streets of new york, prompting you to dramatically fan yourself as your body heated up from the sight

• oh, you were definitely feeling inspired now.

[mitch-the-simp]

~Fugo x afab s/o~ SWF/NSFW Headcanons

No one aske for this, but I shall still provide.  We love our strawberry boi <3

SFW Headcanons:

When on a date with you, he always makes sure to ask you where you want to go, if you like where you’re eating, or if there’s a problem with the food. He cares about your opinion a lot.

Will not hesitate to go off on people for getting your order wrong, or bothering you while on your date. (has stabbed multiple people for trying to flirt with you)

Will ask before kissing you. He wants to be as respectful as possible.

Will introduce you to the Bucci gang if you met him before he left.

If you met him after he left the gang, he’d probably invite you to hear him play the piano at the little bar where he works.

If he were to get mad at you (which doesn’t happen often), he will instantly walk away and punch the nearest thing. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’d rather break something, Things can be replaced; you, on the contrary, can’t.

When you two don’t feel like going out, you two stay at home and watch movies. He rents DVD’s from Block Buster and you eat popcorn while watching them.

NSFW Headcanons:

Sex with Fugo is... well... a wild card. 

He likes to be dominating sometimes. If not, he’s just really shy about it. There’s no in between.

When he’s shy about it, you have to seduce him into it. And it usually becomes a sweet and passionate night of him lovingly making love to you. 

If he’s feeling confident, he’ll pin you to the wall and kiss you all over. This mostly happens when he’s mad about something someone else did at work, so he’s taking it out by being rough with you (which you don’t mind, of course). He’ll pound you into the mattress and pull your hair. He’ll spank you, choke you, rub you until you’re overstimulated. You name it! 

He’s a beast when he’s mad, and he will not hesitate to make you scream and moan out his name.

He can go up to three rounds depending on how angry or stressed out he is. One if he’s just annoyed, three if he’s pissed or livid.

He likes aftercare. He will hold you in his arms and caress your face. Pecking your lips and rubbing where he spanked you. 

He loves cuddling with you after sex; it makes him feel special. He loves it when you fall asleep on bare his chest. 

Requests are open! Love you guy’s support!

[purpureumwrites]

omg do some nsfw sandor pleaseee

If you’re not together -or supposed to be-, he’s sexually frustrated and masturbates furiously thinking about you. If you ever caught him, he would take a pause and make direct eye contact. “Are you going to help or will you just keep fucking staring at me?”

His dick is proportionate but he’s a big man of six and a half feet so… (EHEM)

He likes angry sex and he likes a partner than can handle him, one that is turned on by his size rather than plain intimidated. At first, he was a bit insecure because he didn’t want to hurt you or make uncomfortable in any way and doesn’t consider himself delicate or sensitive enough to do that. After a few times, he lets himself go and it’s just great.

Having sex has made him more attached to you, but he passes it off as being possessive as men can be. He’s not into displays of affection after it, though he secretly appreciates receiving them.

He likes to lift you up and fuck you like that. He knows it makes you hold on to him hard and emphasises how big he is compared to you, he also allows him to be in control of the rhythm.

When it comes to positions, he’s torn between two options: seeing your face or not. He loves seeing how you react to the things he does but he has a hard time accepting that his scar doesn’t put you off. When you’re face to face, he tries to be overwhelming so you can’t even focus on his face. He’s getting used to the idea of someone being truly attracted to him, scar and everything.

He likes oral, giving and receiving, but pretty much all his sexual experience is with whores and he never bothered about their pleasure. He’s experimenting with it and finding out what you like.

[missjanjie]

5 and 11 (NSFW) for Icethia,please?

5. Favourite positions?

icesis loves fucking pythia in doggy bcs it gives her a bit of a power rush, which pythia finds just as hot and is happy to oblige

11. Favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

icesis isn’t really a romantic person during sex, so for her, it’s regularly checking in with the stoplight system when it’s a more intense scene, then jumping into aftercare when it’s over

[lancermylove]

I want say thank you for Zakuro nsfwHC's 💕🙏💕 It has the special kind kinky feeling that'll keep me content but at same time on the edge for days 💦

Haha yw! 😁 I didn’t expect you guys to like it this much. I’m happy! ❤️

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ NSFW+SFW neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, dom!abby, strap on, size kink, semi-public car sex, recording the deed, undefined relationship, fluff? perhaps?, hickey giving, come to brazil

:: notes; basically miscellaneous headcanons and thoughts!! hope u enjoy<3 also, part two of the story-based headcanons is in the works, but i fear that it’ll be tooooo long:(

PART1 — PART2 — PART3 — NSFWHC

• during your situationship era, just when you started to get close, abby and you would pick each other’s packages up. you both had expensive equipment shipped over often, so it was a welcome gesture.

• imagine your shocked face when you see a “nsfw, do not open in public!” stamp on one of these packages

• when you rip it open, and find a sleek black strap on (that’s way too big), you nearly cum on the spot. you could barely wrap your hand around it!

• of course, abby would make it fit, albeit with a bit of a struggle she secretly enjoyed, which is exactly why she ordered a bigger size. dr. anderson has a raging size kink!

• abby acts all cool and unbothered when you show her the love songs that you wrote about her. what you don’t see is her giggling and blushing red when she hears the same song in the hospital during her shift a few weeks later, blasting on the radio in the voice of some singer who you work with often

• on the other hand, hearing a more suggestive song she knows is about her will have the woman pulling the car over during a road trip and kissing you until you’re breathless; “backseat, on your knees”

• and suddenly you’re being fucked silly with her hand over your mouth and the other gripping your hips, as abby tries to angle the strap juuust right so that it pleases you both

• it took abby months to find out you were famous. honestly, nora probably told her.

• and she didn’t realize how famous you are until you started dating. kinda dawns upon her when you explain why people are commenting “come to brazil” on a photo of you holding hands, but she’s still pretty clueless

• she is the FIRST person to tell you that a sample or song or lyric sucks (“you know i love you but sweetheart… what is this?”), followed by a pat on the butt and a kiss on the cheek for trying

• she likes to help with lyrics but stays away from instruments and melodies, rightfully so

• accidentally pressed some random buttons when she was fucking you in your home studio once and recorded the whole thing. will send the audio to you randomly, followed by a formal “When will you be home, darling? :)”

• technologically illiterate. poor abs

• when you were still in that undefined phase of your relationship, abby would hate fuck you alll the time.

• singing loudly late into the night? she’s stuffing your red panties into your mouth to shut you up. back talking when she’s telling you off? suddenly you’re bent over her knee, spanked and edged into oblivion. having another party? abby already snuck in, trapping you in the bathroom until she’s had enough of your pussy

• abby herself has no idea why she’s hatefucking you 80% of the time. spoiler alert: it’s because of her repressed emotions towards you. abby doesn’t really date around imo and you showing up and flipping her life upside down was unexpected

• and tbh ellie doesn’t help with this; she’s a huge fan of your work, knows all the singers you work with and is always super nice to you whenever dina drags her along to your parties

• abby hates her. she becomes so much more affectionate towards you after she meets ellie: touching your shoulders and legs, wiping a crumb of food from the corner of your lips with her thumb, anything she can get away with basically

• makes you cum extra hard the night after she met ellie, making sure your neck and collarbones are bruised from her rough kisses and bites (and you’re not even dating yet, how scandalous!)

• she confessed first. horribly anxious and overdressed, abby showed up at your door with a bouquet of assorted flowers, that she chose based on their meaning, your favorite champagne and some sweets you liked. thoughtful, thoughtful gal

• if it was up to her, you would’ve u-hauled a loooog time ago, but she wants to give you space. still, you find yourself sleeping over 6 nights a week and daydreaming about matching rings. how odd!

• basically, you felt first, abby fell harder.

[sdra2headcanons]

can you tag your nsfw

Of course! Stuff that feautures nsfw hcs will now be tagged as nsfwhcs bc im pretty sure I can’t tag nsfw by itself-

If any of you are uncomfortable bc of certain things I may post, please let me know! I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable if I can help it, so I’ll add a tag for whatever it is

-Mod Kanade

[purpureumwrites]

Could you please do some Petyr Baelish headcanons for me? Something nsfw? And maybe something with a wedding/marriage? That would be very cool! ^.^

Thanks for the request :D

He enjoys being the dominant one but also the submissive sometimes, though it’s just a play, he feels in complete control of the situation regardless of the dynamic but he likes seeing you assuming other roles.

If he ever realises someone is manipulating or getting advantage of you, he’s going to get really, really mad (just not externally). He would lecture you a bit, not because he thinks it’s your fault (he knows how easy is to play with people more than anyone) but because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. And then he would proceed to make sure whoever dared to do that regrets it or never breaths the same air you do, or both.

He never teaches you too much. For him, you’re his exclusive, untouchable chess piece and you shouldn’t learn enough that some day you might want to join the web of alliances, revenges and rivalries in Westeros. You’re supposed to be in a beautiful, cozy bubble where your only reference is him.

He plans a big wedding and carefully selects the people he wants to see there. The game doesn’t stop because he’s getting married. Even if he spends some time working on his social relations, he still spends the rest of the time with his new wife and behaves as the perfect husband.  

The wedding night is sacred though. For such a special and traditional night, he prefers traditional sex as well. Sweet foreplay, a lot of touching and kissing, and missionary. He knows later things will get spicier whether you know it or not. After all, one of the things you like the most about him is how he seems to know what he’s doing, and if there’s something Petyr knows specially well, it’s sex.

He definitely prefers a position that allows him to see your face. He also really likes teasing, specially when it’s the wrong situation for it. Examples, having lunch with more people and he whispers something dirty to you, fucking you in a narrow corridor where anything slightly loud could be heard by the people around…

[cristinaricha-blog]

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[missjanjie]

Feeling spicy today, so Hostrud, whatever AU you would prefer, 😈.

hoso has a total exhibitionism kink and astrud is a little too willing to indulge her. the amount of times they’ve almost gotten in trouble teeters on too high for them to keep it up but that absolutely does not stop them. they’ve definitely been caught, but not by anyone that says anything lol

[pmcurtis]

What would turn the gang on? 😉

Ponyboy- Whispering in his ear, pressing up against him, backrubs, and seeing you all dressed upSoda- Kissing on his neck, seeing your thighs, cute underwear, running your hand up his thighDarry- Long, meaningful eye contact, seeing you in something revealing, dirty talkingTwo-bit- Seeing you in lace, low-cut shirts, thick thighs and short shorts or skirts Steve- Red lipstick, tight clothes, running your hand down his chest, watching your ass while you walkDally- Watching you get fired up, eyeliner on chicks, tight pants, cussing while making outJohnny- Laying against each other, seeing you on your knees, strong cheekbones, long legs 

[phoneuserhana333]

.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, sick!reader, mention of nausea and illness, hand on throat, cliffhanger, ellie appears.

i acc hate how this part turned out :( i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable, barely proofread</3 sorry :((((

PART1 — PART2 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• you successfully forced abby into a temporary truce. sort of. falling sick and losing your voice, motivation and strength left you low on groceries and medication. so you opted to sleep through the nauseating headaches and eat oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it was bad bad.

• so bad, in fact, that you sought out abby’s help. sure, she was a seemingly pretentious, stuck up ER nurse with a mean streak and a hatred for anything fun, but she had the medical knowledge you desperately needed to get back on your feet. plus, she definitely had pain relief medication lying around her house.

• this lead to a strange deal to form between abby and you; nurse anderson agreed to get food and medicine and deliver it to you until you got better, in exchange for three weeks of peace and quiet. hesitant, but desperate, you agreed. this was a huge win for abby. all she wanted was you to be quiet, after all.

• on the first day of your deal, you didn’t let abby come inside, claiming that you were quarantining and demanding she leaves the tote bags full of groceries outside. you barely managed to pull them into your home and the heaviness made you break a sweat, causing your fever to worsen. you texted abby that you were feeling worse and she managed to convice you to come over tomorrow after work for a check up.

• the day after, a defeated patient greeted abby at the door, avoiding her questioning gaze. she sighed and entered your home with a smaller bag filled with medicine and her briefcase with equipment that her dad gifted her. abby was a keeping her side of the deal to a t, she was determined to get on your good side, hoping you’d tune your partying and constant noisiness down for good.

• upon entering your home, the blonde was stunned. bookshelves, a grand piano, papers everywhere, even a chess board. you were smarter than she gave you credit for. the woman let you lead her to your bedroom where the air was thicker and the blinds were pulled down, hiding a bed full of tissues and forgotten mugs in the dark. fuck, her condition might be worse than i thought, abby thought to herself as she stared at your messy floral sheets, or she’s lazy, which might be even worse.

• abby checked you with the care of someone who has been in the medical field for decades, taking her time with you. your temperature was high and you were shivering, claiming to be cold while burning up. abby telling you to pull your shirt up wasn’t helping your trembling state either.

“take me on a date first, w-why dontcha?”

“sorry, y/n. i don’t date neighborhood brats.”

• you pout, too tired to argue, jumping when you feel the freezing stethoscope abby placed against your bare back.

“ow, ow, ow- abby what the hell?! s’cold!”

“god, you’re such a crybaby! here-“

• abby pulled away and warmed the metal with her hot breath, rolling her eyes as she did. your pitiful appearance was only surface level, a cruel reminder to abby that you weren’t a doe-eyed, helpless girl next door she got to take care of and feed soup, much to her disappointment. her cute little face is hiding a literal devil, abby muses, listening to your irregular heartbeat.

• what abby wasn’t aware of however, was how often she thought of you as cute. it was always- “that cute brat”, “…kind of endearing if she wasn’t so annoying” or even “a handful”, complaining to manny on the phone with her darkened eyes glued to your ass, watching as you rushed past her home to catch a train. abby was getting lost in thought, her brain full of aforementioned handfulls and soft plump skin and maybe even her landing a rough spank on- fuck. no. that was wrong.

• … right?

• you, on the other hand, were wide eyed and choking on words. abby placed her warm hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten up. she was moving the chest piece around, occasionally telling you to breathe deeper, in a voice that your hazy mind registered as surprisingly hot.

• what really made your heartbeat skip, was her thumb rubbing your back, tracing the elastic waistband of your pajama pants and then slipping underneath to explore the hidden skin. was abby aware she was doing this?! why weren’t you saying anything?!

• … why did it feel so good?

• abby pulled your shirt down, packing away her equipment as she started to speak, offering you a final diagnosis (“you’re so dramatic, it’s just a cold”). the blonde was peeking at your shaking form from the corner of her eye, watching you pick up your tissues and mugs, trembling with barely open eyes. it may be just a cold, but you were obviously drained.

“… ugh. lay down, okay? i’ll take these downstairs.”

• abby rolled her eyes and took over cleaning up your cups. she ignored your protests as she walked downstairs to your kitchen to rinse your dirty dishes in the sink and get your dishwasher started. when she looked up, she saw a few photos on the cupboard above the sink, memories of you and your friends.

• on the one in the middle, you were hugging two girls, playfully kissing one on the cheek, caught mid laugh. her gaze softens. you were a good friend. but a horrible neighbor. for a second, abby lets herself get lost in her head, her eyes staring at the polaroids, unblinking.

• the next few days went by quickly with daily visits from abby. you started to get better, taking it easy and trying to cough quietly as to not bother your neighbor. abby was tired; december was coming up and she was unsure of her plans for the holidays. work was becoming more stressful and the ER was full of people- well, more than usual.

• abby stopped visiting as frequently when she noticed you were getting better, instead sending you wave and tell you off for not cleaning snow off your doorway or wearing a jacket she deemed to be too thin.

• until she stopped acknowledging you altogether. abby was purposefully ignoring you and you just couldn’t find out why. you were used to her eyes following you around, guarding you in some way, like some weird nurse-angel. why was she slowly becoming a ghost you could barely catch a glimpse of? had you done something wrong?

• instead of simply confronting abby, you chose to ignore her back, sending cold looks towards her whenever you crossed paths on the sidewalk. abby, on the other hand, would blush, thinking about how she saw you in only your tiny maroon panties a week ago, naked and on display in your window. since then, she couldn’t look at you, scared that you’d somehow find out that you were the reason she’s been moaning at night the past few days. seeing you on the street would make abby shut eyes shut tightly, fighting her mind as it conjured the image of your pussy and your hard nipples hidden by lacy curtains on a cold december night.

• one thing lead to another, and both of you ended up alone on christmas eve. abby swore she was just going to check on you, see if you were alright. the sight of you with puffy eyes and pouty lips, wrapped in a festive blanket made abby feel fuzzy. before she knew it, she invited you over.

• emotions running high and a somewhat romantic candlelit dinner resulted in you falling into abigail anderson’s bed. she fucked you until morning came, overstimulating you into oblivion and not letting you go until she was satisfied. and after that, she made you hot cocoa.

• despite pretending to be nonchalant, you were a goner. abby had wrapped her hand around your neck and reached down your throat to squeeze your heart. you wanted abby to be yours so bad.

• abby, however, was still hesitant to commit to you. you were the best sex she’s ever had in her life, your hot mouth and tight cunt left her aching for days after, running home to you every night after work, but did she like-like you? what if you didn’t like her back? abby was used to being non-committal, so why was she so enamored with the idea of sharing her life with you?

• this inner turmoil didn’t stop abby from eating you out on your counter top, fingerfucking you while taking a bath together, letting you grind against her thigh in her bedroom.

• god, why was everything so intimate all of a sudden? abby ground you harshly on her chiseled leg, moving your hips with force and pulling a nipple, anything just to hear you whine. with your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered “please, abby. need you-“ and she was gone. her pace quickened as she moaned “good girl, goooood girl…” over and over again. you truly were the best girl ever, abby thought, as you rode out your high on her, now wet, leg.

• sex this heavenly landed abby in your house on new years eve, attending one of your infamous (and unexpectedly fun) parties. she met your friends, dina and jesse. and… ellie. she recognized the two women- they were on one of the polaroids in your kitchen, ellie was the girl who’s cheek you were kissing.

• ellie was too close to you for abby’s liking, touching your back and brushing a finger against your lips after you took a shot of tequila. why was she telling you to “take it easy, babe”, why was she calling you babe? abby felt her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at the overly flirty tone ellie used, taking a sip of her favorite wine you made sure to get just for her.

• just when abby thought that it couldn’t get worse, ellie tried to make a move on you.

“so, y/n. any-uh, plans on who you’ll kiss tonight?”

[purpureumwrites]

I know he's long dead but my love for robb stark will never die so can I get some nsfw headcanons??

First time for Robb! And yeah, I get the love for dead characters T__T 

He’s really into foreplay. He likes starting with flirting, moving to a lot of contact to kissing and then to actual sex. He likes to spend a while exploring and discovering every bit of your body. 

He touches you softly, starting with an innocent body part, like a shoulder. Then, he moves your breast or your tummy. He ends up stroking softly your clit, he prefers a slow build up. 

His dick is really average. There isn’t anything too special about it. 

He loves to see you strip for him. He likes the struggle between his desire to just jump on you and rip everything else, and the satisfaction of seeing you offer yourself to him. 

He prefers a traditional position like missionary, nothing too wild or kinky. Also, if he ever wanted to spice things up, he would make sure to ask you before doing anything, he really doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or degraded.  

Although he tends to keep a steady and not fast pace while he thrusts, if something has happened and his mood is not that good, it will show. The moment he realises, he asks if it’s fine.

After sex, he likes being close to you, whether it is you laying on his chest, spooning you or him resting his head on the crook of your neck. 

[missjanjie]

3 and 5 for nsfw rosnali!

3. answered!

5. Favourite positions?

rosé loves to test just how flexible denali is, and he knows how much he loves being roughed up and tossed around, and he takes full advantage of it. they don’t really have a ‘go-to’ position tho