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[sophieturnersdoppelganger]

Yap yap how does Aly handle sending Eddard to war?

Not particularly well. Any of the times. The first time is easier; she goes with him to the Riverlands, because that’s her home, and she’s accompanying Catelyn down for her wedding to Stannis. Then she broods around Winterfell for a long while, Benjen sadly following after her.

Later, it’s much worse, because she’s sending her children off as well. She and Catelyn have similar exchanges with Ned and Stannis over taking their children with them.

[luvlyycy]

"suguuu.. it's too big.." you stifle a sob, hands grabbing at your boyfriend's arms— his hair pulled neatly into a half-bun as he grabs onto the headboard. he knows it's gonna fit— it has to.

his body shakes, "cunt's too fuckin' tight, baby." you feel so warm,, so tight— so innocent, he can't help but want to corrupt you. he pushes deeper, your glossy lower lip sucked between your teeth— "sugu, sugu,, " you whine, and he feels your pussy begin to convulse around his swollen cock, "yeah, baby?" he leans down to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"think 'm g'nna cum, suguuu." you huff, causing suguru to smile— "aww, poor thing. i haven't even moved."

"please, sugu. d,deeper,, wanna cum— s'bad!"

"okay, okay, baby. 'sugu's g'nna make you cum, yeah? yeah."

[millers-angel]

what if all I need is a big miller daddy who yells at me, manhandles me, spanks me, sits me on his lap, then brushes my hair and then fucks me with anger at first but softens when he realizes i'm taking him good, then comes to my ear to whimper and to tell me how much of a good girl i'm being for him, what if that's all i need.

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[telugxrl13]

i love how kaz isn’t possessive, he’s just jealous. he’s never like “jesper is making physical contact with her! he touched her hand! get away from her!” because while he’s staring into their souls his internal monologue is going fuck shit fuck how does he have such a healthy casual relationship with her and i cant im such a dumbass fuck me

[killsaki]

uuurrrggggg … teasing the loserboy you know has the biggest, seemingly most innocent crush on you. the guy everyone knows for a fact is a virgin just by looking at him. you don’t mean any harm by it, it’s fun! the attention , the stuttering, he makes you feel drop dead gorgeous just from the way he acts… you don’t do too much, just making your tits bounce when you sit across from him, talk low and lean in whenever you’re standing next to him, passing by him in ways that have you pressing up against him in just the right places.. all to get his pretty flushed face, and hitched breathes in response.

it’s intoxicating, you feel entirely in control... until you don’t. you push it too far. wrong place, wrong time.

you should’ve dialed it back, it being just the two of you at his place. you expected his roommate to be home, that you had nothing to worry about when you hugged him in greeting, then pulling away and trailing your hand down his chest.. you know you didn’t have any real drive to act on all the teasing, maybe eventually, but definitely not like this.

your timid little nerd has you pinned against a wall, trapped between it and his body which is much sturdier than it appears, you probably couldn’t struggle your way out if you wanted to. especially with how his strength surprises you as he uses one hand to half hold your weight, fingers bruising into your soft flesh as he fucks into you. his mouth mumbling into the crook of your neck about how pretty you are, how good you feel around him, how long he’s been waiting for his.. how much he loves you.

[sodaneko]

・❥・yearning iwaizumi, gn!reader, established relationship, brief mention of non-sexual nudity, wc: 611

“hold still,” iwaizumi murmurs, his voice a low grumble. 

his brow is furrowed in concentration, his breath hot against the nape of your neck while he fumbles with the clasp of your necklace. he curses a little under his breath when he doesn’t quite get it right the first few tries. it’s not like he’s nervous, standing this close behind you–he’s had you in a thousand different ways before that–it’s just that your familiar scent is making him lose focus on the task at hand. the smell of your shampoo, a spritz of your favorite perfume (it’s his favorite, too) and something so uniquely you, it’s engraved into his memory. 

the mirror is still a little fogged up from his shower but you’re still watching him through it, an amused gleam in your gaze. he knows exactly what you’re thinking and he lets out a low huff, his lips curling into a small grin. 

“you simply love to see me suffer,” he scoffs but there’s no malice in his voice, only pure devotion. 

“only a little.”

iwaizumi leans forward, pressing soft kisses against the side of your neck and your shoulder, not missing the way your breath hitches. water drips on your bare skin from his still damp hair but you don’t protest, only tilting your head to the side to grant him better access. the clasp of the necklace closes with a small click and iwaizumi’s arm wraps around you. his hand, big and a bit calloused, now rests against your throat, your pulse point a steady throbbing underneath his fingertips. thick fingers draw slow, gentle patterns against your skin. 

his other hand finds your hip, pulling you a little closer. your form melts so effortlessly against him, sweet like molasses, as if he carved out part of his being to make room for you, room for your heart beating his name in morse code.

his sharp canines drag over your skin, leaving a faint red trail behind, charming out one of these sweet sounds you make for no one but him. it’s a silent declaration of adoration, not possession–he doesn’t own you, but he can’t deny that a part of him wants to leave a mark on you, something for his and your eyes only. maybe a quiet plea to let him give in to this all-consuming feeling rattling in his chest. it runs deeper than love; it devours him, forcing him to his knees. 

if he had to, he’d spend his whole life spelling out his feelings for you. with his lips against the nape of your neck, and his fingers tracing down your spine, and his gaze so fiery it makes you feel like drowning. 

if he had to–but you already know, arching into his touch, and iwaizumi lets out a soft sigh, coaxing you to tilt your head back. his lips find your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses from there to the soft spot behind your ear while his fingertips brush against the necklace resting against your collarbone. he can feel you smile and lets out a quiet, hoarse laugh when your hand slides over his, tapping his ring finger in a silent but playful question.

“impatient, aren’t we?” he mutters as he leaves a few open-mouthed kisses against your neck, his hand now wrapping around yours, thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a soothing manner. there’s a small velvet box sitting in the drawer of his nightstand, but for now he’s not quite done with kissing you just yet, not until he pushes you up against the bathroom counter with your hands tangled in his hair, vows sweet like honey dripping from your lips.

[divinit3a]

I want all three of them at the same time.

on god?? fr?? okay :3 go gettem, boss 🫡

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

After reading Elysium, this part legit makes me want to cry.

B/c these are obviously not casual remarks on Sylus' end.

We now know for a fact that Sylus has waited and yearned for MC for years prior to the main story, and was carefully planning out his reunion with her. And — at least in my own current headcanon — he built up and established his stronghold in the N109 Zone with the eventual aim of ruling it together with MC, side by side. Two flowers in the same soil once more.

So this must have hurt. And I also do believe that a part of him worries over the fact that MC perceives him and Onychinus as the bad guys on the "dark side", and how this might impact their relationship long term. After all, he is a criminal, whilst she is essentially a cop.

But, to end on an uplifting note, that is why this line

is so so meaningful and impactful. It is MC indirectly assuring Sylus that she does not care that he is on the "dark side". She wants all of him, including the "thorns". She can handle the the hardship and the danger that his lifestyle brings. Because she loves him wholeheartedly, without reservation.

[newrochellechallenger2019]

[ddragonqueenn]

Aventurine wants you to think his love language is gift giving, considering he's constantly giving you gifts and doing things for you. He's a bold spender, 15,000 on a ring, 100,000 for a new, custom designed coat, and whatever other jaw-dropping amounts of credits he can spend on you, he will. It seems to anyone else that Aventurine really loves giving gifts, he showers you in presents more than anyone else- and he's a pretty big spender for anyone.

But, really, his love language is physical touch and quality time. Just having you near, being in your company, it's enough to make his heart skip a beat. Actually being able to touch you, have a hand against your shoulder- or waist- pulling you close enough that you're practically squished against him, whatever annoyingly couple-y stuff he can do, he will do so.

[importantpeachfury]

If this post gets

1000

notes I wont do my 30hr fast 😛😛 (with rixx)

[sophieturnersdoppelganger]

Yap yap does Ned get excited about Robbs birth or just sadness for not being with Aly?

It’s a mix; he’s definitely excited when she tells him, and then he’s even sadder that he has to leave her, and he feels guilty when he gets back that he wasn’t there for the birth, but Aly is like “you would have been no help, calm down”. And he’s very happy to meet Robb.

[luvlyycy]

you're sat in sukuna's lap, bum seated on his right leg, legs dangling off his left. his right arm is wrapped around your waist, letting you play with his hand.

"kuna."

"yeah?"

"why do you wear rings?" you ask, hands fiddling with sukuna's right-hand, tips of your fingers tapping on the rings on his fingers. he looks at you, yawning before staring— "iunno. i like 'em i guess. it's like askin' ya why you wear bracelets—"

you perk your head up to his, legs wiggling in his lap. "i wear them 'cause they cute." you smile, and he just stares— blinks twice, then grins, his hand reaching on the table to set down the blunt in his hand (after taking one last hit), he then grabs onto the pink robe he had gotten for you.

"so why ya think i wear rings?" you giggle as he slids his hand up your thigh, tickling you.

" 'cause theyyyy,, cute?—" you pout when he rolls his eyes, shaking his head then licking at his lip piercing— " nah, it's cause you like 'em."

[millers-angel]

joel holding you in his big manly arms like a ragdoll while he spanks you for being so stubborn.

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[telugxrl13]

opened up the last Olympian again and

I need more of this in Percabeth fanfiction PLEASE

[chromesturn]

hes so cute i just wanna count all his freckles and kiss him on the nose and play with his hair