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[booksbwaybadflower]

finally finished the zine I made with @gworlinterrupted last month! 💕

(1/35)

[saturncodedstarlette]

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me?”

“Like he never wants to look away.”

[bibellebibuck]

Christopher as soon as his dad started dating his teacher instead of his Buck:

[paradiseyuri]

Created by : ☆Ana C. Sánchez☆ Respective credits to the creator ⓟⒶⓇⒶⒹⒾⓈⒺ♡ⓎⓊⓇⒾ

[loserdiaz]

no but imagine being eddie diaz and you get shot on the street and as you're bleeding out, you have your OH realization about how he's in love with your best friend. and its too late and he's dying and buck is asking him to hang on and its all so fast and chaotic and intense.

AND THEN when he finally finally can come home, there's a welcome back party with his family and the girl he doesn't really like anymore and..... taylor fucking kelly.

eddie diaz is stronger than me bc i would've walked out and start screaming for the sniper to shoot me again and to not miss this time lmao.

[soracities]

Hamed Ashour, excerpt of "From Anas Al-Yaziji to his fiancé, Shaima Abu Al-Ouf, whose body he recovered after two days of searching", pub. Peripheries [ID'd]

[lynnielovestlou]

bodyguard! abby anderson x princess! reader (500 followers special)

꩜ synopsis: based on the book "twisted games" by ana huang. you are next in line for the throne, and abby is your bodyguard. only one problem: you can't be with her. you have to marry someone of royal blood, and abby is not. but that won't stop you from being with her. she knows she can't have you, but she's taking you anyways.

꩜ cw: forbidden love trope , reader and abby sneak around , eventual smut (fingering, strap use, multiple orgasms, pet names, spanking, dirty talk, etc) , reader has a brother , afab! reader , fem! reader , bodyguard! abby , semi-public ,

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it all started when your brother abdicated. he quite possibly ruined your life the day he fell in love with a flight attendant and decided he didn't want to be king anymore. but you couldn't blame him. he chose love over the throne.

in reality, you could've done the same. not a single part of your body wanted to be queen. too much responsibility and stress, and not enough time to prepare. but everything you do reflects your country, and it would look bad to back out when your brother had done the same.

your grandfather was king, but as he grew older he had to teach your brother, next in line for the throne, how to rule an entire country. he had been preparing to do so for years, but when he met mckenna, he decided he didn't want to. so now, you were next to be queen. and you only had four months to prepare.

you had a dance to attend tonight, because the board decide it would be best for you to marry before coronation. so there you were, sitting on an uncomfortable throne in a room full of men that wish to be your suitor.

"are you paying attention?" a voice to your right says.

another thing. abby fucking anderson. your buff, exponentially attractive bodyguard. you two had a fling before there was this whole drama with your brother, but it soon fizzled out at the reality of the situation. you wanted her, and she wanted you. but the only problem: you can't be with her. she's not of noble blood, so by law, you can't be together.

"i dont need to be. i don't want to marry anyone here." which is almost a lie. you don't want to marry any man here.

abby sighs through her nostrils, her broad shoulders twitching, "c'mon, princess. there's got to be at least one person here that you think is good enough to be your husband."

there wasn't. even abby knew that.

"no thank you." you say with a huff, standing up and straightening out your dress just as another suitor had approached you.

you walk away without another word, abby short on your tail, "where are you going?"

"bathroom." you answer shortly, "i'm fed up with everything and this dress is making it extremely hard not to pee myself."

you excuse yourself for the second time, walking through the marble corridors of the castle while the faint sound of chatter is left in the ballroom. the only sound heard now is the clacking of your heels on the slick floors, the shoes rubbing your feet in the most uncomfortable places.

once in the bathroom you reach behind your back, fumbling with the strings of your corset.

"need some help?" abby questions. you hadn't realized that she followed you.

"i know you're my bodyguard, ms. anderson, but you don't need to follow me in the bathroom."

she chuckles lowly, "we've fucked three times and you still refuse to call me abby, huh?"

a familiar heat rushes to your cheeks.

and somewhere else.

she doesn't wait for an answer before positioning herself behind you, untying the strings for you and giving you immediate relief on your ribs.

"you know how much i hate that i have to watch you dance with other men? how much i hate that their hands are all over you...?"

you swallow, hard, "how much?"

"so much," she begins, "that i want to bend you over that sink and spank your ass raw."

your breath catches in your throat, and you stare at her in the mirror, mouth agape. your heart is hammering against your chest, like it's trying to head-butt itself out.

"take off your dress and spread your legs." she whispers in your ear, to which you comply. you'd be an idiot not to.

once you were stripped of your clothing, the cold air hits your skin and makes you shiver. but the cold doesn't last long before abby is taking you into a sloppy kiss.

"here's what's gonna happen." she says, hands snaking around your body and settling on the plush of your ass, "i don't like seeing you dance with men. so you're going to sit here and let me fuck you like a good girl, alright?"

her fingers slide through your slit. your breath catches for a second time and your body arches towards hers.

you shudder at every word, rutting yourself against her in an attempt to feel friction. she's quick to grab your hips and stop them, pulling a whine from deep within your chest.

"how many men did you dance with?" she demands, her hot breathe hovering on your lips.

"o-only six."

"seven." she corrects you, pinching and pulling on your clit, making you squirm.

"p-please, abby..."

"please what? use your words, princess." she says softly, contradicting her harsh actions.

"please... fuck me already." you plead, bottom lip quivering. your thigh muscles are shaking, and you glance at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor opposite of the counter you're pressed against. your clothes, to be exact. abby is still dressed, but you can see her bulge through her pants. the pants that squeeze her thighs and highlight every muscle. she truly is glorious.

"you wore your strap to the ball?"

she nods her head, taking her hand off your mound and using it to unzip her trousers. you whine at the lack of warmth, the cold air of the bathroom returning to your skin and giving you goosebumps.

"dont worry, sweet girl. once i'm done with you, you'll be sweating." you smirk at this, lifting yourself onto the cold tile counter. you hiss as the temperature hits your bare ass, but abby shuts you up with another kiss, "now stay still. i need to stretch you out before giving you what you really need." she says.

"but i've taken your strap before. it's not that hard."

she laughs at this, "i know you have. but this one's not the same."

your eyebrows raise, but before you can ask what she means her pants and boxers pool around her ankles. this certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

it's much longer and much girthier than than the one she's used on you before. it's even a different color. this one a hot pink, sparkly shade that's enough to force a laugh out of you.

abby giggles in unison, "you like it?" you nod, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her towards you. she's quick to shut that down, "nuh-uh. i told you i've gotta stretch you out first. spread those pretty legs f'me."

you comply easily, spreading them further. she whistles when she sees your twitching, glistening cunt, just weeping and begging for abby to take care of it.

"shit, honey... you think this country knows how wet their queen is right now?"

"but, im not the queen yet— oh!" youre interrupted when abby's middle and ring fingers slide easily into your cunt, your warm walls welcoming her familiar skin. you look down and watch your pussy swallow her up greedily, clenching around her like you're scared she's going to pull away.

"there she is. there's my girl." abby coos, kissing your knee before increasing the speed in which her fingers pump in and out of you.

all that's heard is the sloshing of her fingers in your pussy. the heel of her palm slams against your clit, deliciously stimulating it as your legs begin to shake. abby knows what she's doing, and she loves it.

"gonna look so damn pretty with a crown on your head." she huffs as that familiar coil bubbles up in the depths of your stomach, "s' pretty baby."

a string of moans cascade from your mouth as she pulls her fingers out, letting you have your orgasm on your own. usually she's fuck you through it, but she's not done with you yet.

she grabs the base of the strap, teasing your puffy and swollen folds with it but not putting it in. you whine in protest, but she tuts you in response.

when she finally does push in, however, a strained gasp falls out of your mouth from the stretch of the strap, your hands finding abby's shoulders and squeezing them, "abby— abs— i can't-"

"shh... yes you can. you can take it." she says, letting you adjust before slowly pumping in and out of you, "you can handle being queen but you can't handle this cock?"

"not-" grunt, "queen," grunt, "yet."

she pounds harder and harder, hips slamming against you. your legs are already weak, and you can tell you're going to be bruised tomorrow.

"abby," you say in between breaths, attempting to maintain your composure, "they're going to be wondering where i am."

her hips stutter, but they don't stop. the base of the strap was hitting her clit just right. she was just as close as you are, "shh... almost done. cum with me, baby. c'mon, you can do it."

with only a few more pounds you're both spiraling. you both hope to god nobody is outside the bathroom door, otherwise they would be sure to hear your heavy breathing and tight moans.

once you come down from your high, abby is already tucking her strap back into her tight slacks, the material hugging her thighs beautifully. she helps you dress yourself again in your pretty gown (after she had cleaned you up, of course).

"sorry we have to sneak around, princess. i promise one day we won't have to." she says, pecking a sweet kiss to your temple. without another word, she walks out before you, making sure it doesn't look too suspicious that you were in there together.

you're left with your reality again. you have to go back out there and dance with men that you don't love. a so simple, yet so not, marriage of convenience, when the person that your heart really belongs too has to watch from the sidelines.

but abby was right.

she couldn't have you, but she was taking you anyways.

[serpentinesketches]

They finally got to go on that picnic, in a garden all their own <3

--

This is something of a redraw of this old piece I drew waayyy back in 2019 when I was first into Good Omens s1! I was very into wings back then --and who am I kidding, I still am-- but I think I've executed the concept a tad better this time.

Changed up the pose a tad & the camera angle, and we've even graduated from 'I think they're lying on a rectangle?' to an actual background! All jokes aside though, I genuinely look back on that old art with pride concerning how far I feel I've come. I hope in 2025 or whenever we're all graced with season 3 I'll have improved even more! :D

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Oh, and fun fact, this was originally intended for the GoodOmensAfterDark 'Aftercare Week', but sadly this took way too long to complete for me to throw my hat in the ring. Still, adore the folks over there, and all the beautiful art and writing they put into the world, so I wanted to shout that out ^-^

[honeycalories]

when youve been suffering your ed for years and see a newbie say "i cant wait to reach my gw so i can eat whatever i want!!!"

[solannn]

Which blue lock guy is your fav? Mine Meguru. Tbh the idea getting fucked by a grinning guy done something to my libido

🕊️┆ LET a hoe know ain’t

✦ ┆motherfucking sharing — Doja Cat

JEALOUSY,,

warnings ! ; male reader,nsfw contains,minor dni,female do not interacting AMAB!reader,sadism,jealous!bachira,penetration,fujoshi dni, fetishizer dni,established relationships

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Bachira was jealous.

Your boyfriend watched you and your friend chat. You were supposed to spend the day with him, because he finally had a day off from the blue lock project.

But you decided to do the opposite. You spend more time talking with your friend than with Bachira.

His jealousy grew with each passing second, he couldn't wait to return home with you.

You didn't know what was going to happen once he got home. You didn't even see that he was jealous.

He tugged a smile at the corner of his mouth as your friend left cause they have something to do.

“What’s wrong with Bachira?” You ask in complete curiosity “Nothing don’t worry” his smile didn’t disappear.

He put his hand around your waist and started whistling the whole way home.Once there, you stretched and yawned, complaining about being so tired. You head towards the bedroom.

You lay down on the bed and sighed. Bachira got on all fours on the top of you. He always had this suspicious grin that you noticed. “you’re really good at making people jealous, you know?” Bachira took off your pants.

He could see your hard cock. He started to caress it and kissed you at the same time. His kisses started to get wet

You moaned during the kiss and added his tongue, taking advantage of this moment to remove your underwear which showed off your private part.

“Wawww, you already looks exhausted but we just started~” he grinned,breaking off the kiss.

He took off his clothes and take your legs and put them around his waist. He pinched your nipples and press the tips of your dick making you whines

"Bachira..!~ please put it in" you complained "st-top! teasing~" the two toned haired boy grinned and started to giggle "wahh,so needy"

He took you legs and put its on his shoulders. You felt the tips of his cock entering your ass,a tears come down you cheek.

You didn’t even have the time to process the tips of the cock that the taller guy thrusted in. You curled your toes "ahh…~ Meguru..it hurts!" You whined through you tears. "Slow down..~" you begged

"I know~ you’ve been so naughty today so I’m punishing you right now" he smirked watching you cry. He thrusted in and out your were a moaning mess.

"Oh..! I want to-..cum please,please" you begged but Bachira didn’t want to release already he keeps thrusting out until your fucking dumb.

You start to see white, the bed, your ears filled with Bachira’s moans and yours. You finally released on your shirt and passed out in the bed. Bachira’s white liquid filled your ass.

Bachira carried your unconscious body and goes to the bathroom and flowed the water in the bathtub once it flowed he take off your shirt,well didn’t have to take off his clothes cause he was already naked and walking in the alleyway naked.

He puts you in the water then goes in it too. After few minutes in the water you woke up and yawns "why am I in the bathtub..?" You said in confusion "tehehe" he puts his hands trying not to laugh at you "ugh I feel so sour.. I hate you so much.." you sarcastically said "I love you too" Bachira leans and give you a forehead kiss as a award,he grinned and you smiled back

First nsfw I don’t like it tbh request are open!!

[tojisun]

SUNNY SUNNY!! can you imagine the reaction simon would give u if u start singing big boy by sza?? GRAAAAHHHH HE WILL GO FERAL!! NEED TO CLIMB HIM UP LIKE A XXXMAS TREE

ANA BABE!! IM ACTUALLY BARKING IN MY CAGE WHAT??? THIS IS SO!!! no bcuz it aint just singin– it’s a whole performance that you’re giving him!!

simon’s sat on the sofa, huffing a laugh when he sees you frantically fiddling with the remote control before flicking on a youtube video of just the cut of sza’s lines – one that simon doesn’t know.

the bass trickles into the living room like dripping molasses and simon quirks up a brow in question when you turned to him all of a sudden, the mic now held up before your lips. you sway your hips along with the music, trailing your hand up from your belly to your chest, playfully squeezing your tits with a wink, before falling to your knees slowly. almost salaciously.

then, you begin to crawl towards him, head still tipped up as you sing the lyrics. simon’s breathless all of a sudden, eyes wide as he follows your slow crawls. he has to grip the armrests, blunt nails biting into the upholstered material, when the lyrics finally click in his brain.

“it’s cuffin’ season, an’ all the girls are leavin – i need a big boy.”

“fuck,” he rasps out the moment you reach him, your hand – empty of your impromptu mic – creeping from his shin to his knee before squeezing his thigh, acrylics digging into the robust muscle.

you continue to crawl close, squeezing yourself between his legs – those that simon spread open even more – before pressing your cheek to the inside of his thigh. you look up at him from your long lashes, batting them in faux demureness.

simon almost goes catatonic when you nuzzle your cheek to his thigh, sighing wistfully, before ending your teasing with a last, “i need a big boy.”

you get to ghost a kiss on his leg before simon’s lunging to pluck you from the floor, growling in restrained hunger. you squeal, the remote clattering onto the carpeted floors as you find purchase on simon’s shoulders, gripping tight when the centre of your gravity shifts.

simon drops you on his lap, big hands squeezing your hips. “yeah?” he asks, chest heaving with need.

“mhmm,” you say, one that is another teasing purr. “need ‘im bad, si.”

“well, he’s here,” simon teases back, shuffling you close until you’re pressed flushed on his chest. he noses along your neck, breathing you in with a tremble.

you giggle at the puff of warm air, shifting at the ticklish feeling. simon lightly nips at the column of your neck in warning. “any more an’ i’m fuckin’ you here, sweetheart.”

simon shivers at feeling your acrylics dancing across the expanse of his back, the thin material of his shirt not doing much in dampening the sensation. then, he hears you mumble, “an’ if i wanna be fucked here?”

simon rips his head from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze and, with reverence in his voice, he says, “well, big boy’s gotta do what his girl wants, yeah?”

you lick your bottom lip in excitement, nodding eagerly, and simon thinks enough’s enough before diving down to kiss you. to devour you. to claim you.

OH I NEED HIM SOOOOOIR BAD

dividers by @/plutism!!

[skipper1331]

Silent Treatment // Ona Batlle

a/n: based off this request. Hope you enjoy it :D

You were talking to Ana-Maria, one of your closest friends at Barcelona as Ona showed up. She had a wrinkle between her brows, a sign that she‘s mad or concentrated but If she was concentrated her tongue would stick out too which wasn‘t the case. The spaniard went immediately to Aitana, not sparing you a glance. You frowned yet not giving it too much thought. Maybe she didn‘t see you.

Spoiler: she did see you and ignored you, who would‘ve thought.

Practice wasn't too exhausting, it was mostly in the gym due the intense sessions you had the last few days.

As you finished your exercise you saw your girlfriend standing next to the medicine ball about to do her next exercise. Quickly, you walked over to her, "hey, do you wanna grab some food later? There is this new little restaurant" you asked. The spaniard didn‘t answer, just walking past you as she brushed you off. Helplessly, you looked around, Ana reacting with a shrug. Your palms started to get sweaty as your breathing got faster. You hated it when people ignored you, especially If it was your girlfriend, she had never done it before.

Being ignored had always stressed you out. It started early in your childhood. If you did something wrong, your parents would punish you by ignoring you for days if not weeks. They weren't the nicest parents but made sure there was food on the table and that you had everything you needed. Their punishment was for sure questionable, you still suffered from it.

You hated silence, it made you feel ignored - punished. When you had your own apartment, the radio played 24/7. Music was constantly playing in the car and when you were somewhere else where you didn't know if it was going to be quiet, you always had two pairs of headphones with you, in case one pair wouldn’t work. But sounds like birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind or other people’s conversation calmed you down. You loved these kind of noises.

Silence was your biggest enemy.

Again, Ona was talking to Aitana as they did the drill together. Ona was upset about something, gesticulating out of rage while Aitana tried to calm her down - with no success. You were standing lost in the middle of the gym as your teammates looked confused at you, your eyes drained on your girlfriend, her friend sending you a mean glare. Your thumb started to count your fingers, a habit of yours. You‘re getting anxious.

Thumb to index finger.

Thumb to middle finger.

Thumb to ring finger.

Thumb to pinkie.

And the other way around.

The next time you saw the brunette alone was in the changing room, your teammates were still outside while Ona went to grab something. You followed her.

"Ona?"

She was startled, her hand resting above her heart as she breathed loudly, "Is everything alright?" Without even acknowledging you, she walked right past you. Again. Grumbling angrily under her breath she marched out of the locker room, leaving you alone. In silence.

Your mind was spinning, what did you do wrong? Why was she ignoring you? Was she about to break up with you?

Thumb to index finger.

Thumb to middle finger.

Thumb to ring finger.

Thumb to pinkie.

Not liking the silence you left, your studs making noises on the tiles.

"Did she say something?" the swiss international asked as you joined the group again. You shook your head as reply. "It‘s gonna be fine" pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, she hugged you. What you didn't know was that Ona was watching you closely, feeling jealous but not jealous of Ana. She knew she’s like a big sister to you.

When training was called to an end, everybody made their way to the changing room and showers. "Do I see you at home?" you tried one last time, not much hope left that she would answer. As she looked away you had your answer, you grabbed your bag, said a loud goodbye to the girls and left.

Why wasn‘t she talking to you?

The whole way home you thought about what you could have done wrong, the music only playing very quietly in the background, almost inaudible.

As you arrived at home, you dropped your bag on the floor, not caring If it was in the way. You sat down at the kitchen table but didn‘t turn on the radio like you normally would when Ona wasn‘t there. You sat there in silence, accepting your punishment.

Ona was mad at you - you must get punished.

Your brain was working overtime, your mind was spinning, your anxiety got worse and your heart felt pain.

Thumb to index finger.

Thumb to middle finger.

Thumb to ring finger.

Thumb to pinkie.

Two hours later, Ona finally came home. She had expected to hear music, instead there was silence. A strange feeling came over her. Are you not at home?

You heard the keys in the lock but didn't turn around. Ona would ignore you anyway. When she entered your home the silence was loud, too loud. Your girlfriend stared at your back, slowly taking off her shoes. You heard her walking further into the room, the silence gone. For once you didn't know if that was a good sign.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Silence.

She stopped in her tracks. "¿Qué?", it was the first time you heard her voice this day, it was as beautiful as always.

You couldn't take it anymore, you started crying. Your body shook violently, her heart aching seeing you like this. "Mi amor," with a few quick steps she was beside you, her hands pulling yours out of your face "no, no, no" she said as she placed herself on your lap. "But-"

"I‘m an idiot"

"You ignored me the whole day, why?" you looked so sad, the spaniard wanted to slap herself. Why didn‘t she talk to you? "I don‘t like being ignored"

The defender wanted to slap herself twice as hard. She knew about your childhood but she was too caught up in her anger that she forgot how ignoring you made you feel. "lo siento, mi amor, i was just so angry"

"At me?"

"Sí, lo siento" your crying had stopped but why was she angry at you? Your hands were resting on your stomach, not knowing if you should touch her or if you wanted to touch her. "Why?"

She sighed, leaning her forehead against yours, "Last night, you didn‘t give me a good night kiss and this morning I had to wake up alone. I feel like ever since i’m back I just live in your home. That you liked our long distance relationship more" she admitted.

Ona and you‘ve been a couple since two and a half years. You met at United, her first season while it was your last.

Since you were little you wanted to play for Barcelona and as they approached you, you couldn’t reject them. Your transfer to Barca was settled. However, that wasn't a reason for you to break up, her plan was to return home anyways at some point - which she now did.

It felt surreal to you. She was back here, in your arms, "I‘m sorry. This is all so new to me. We live together, I've never lived with anyone before and I need to get used to the fact that you're really here. Sometimes i‘m afraid when I wake up that you‘re not here. That you’re back in Manchester. I‘m sorry for making you feel like I don‘t want you here. Because I do, I really do."

Her hands caressed your cheeks, your hands finding their way around her torso, wanting to feel her touch. You looked in her eyes, then to her lips and back to her eyes. You wanted to kiss her. "I‘m not going anywhere." she declared as you leaned forward, connecting your lips for the first time since yesterday.

The kiss was soft and gentle, unspoken words spoken. "Te amo" the spaniard whispered as her lips ghosted over yours, about to re-connect them.

"I love you too"

That night, Ona promised herself that she would never ignore you again, she loved you too much to see you cry.

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[watercubebee]

awuu.....AAAAAAA

still....fav...Dream....

[soracities]

Hamed Ashour, excerpt of "From Anas Al-Yaziji to his fiancé, Shaima Abu Al-Ouf, whose body he recovered after two days of searching", pub. Peripheries [ID'd]