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heizouz · 8 months

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hi hi!! (i’m the same anon that requested your LOVELY thoma post 🤭)

ok i loved your childe post (and your scara post)… but imagine the two of them together………

imagine them both having their competitive sides come out as they wanna be so good and be your favourite, and they want all your attention…………… teehee

- (i might do some more requests in the future……. so i’m signing off as 🌱 anon)

nsfw sub!childe + sub!scaramouche + afab!reader, dumb puppy childe, good boy scara

i just want u to know u changed my life w this req bc the things i would do to have both of them at my feet …. anon ur a genius. this is probably a bit longer than what i usually write bc damn i had a lot to say… ++ you didn't specify gender so to make it easier for myself i had to settle with afab reader! im sorry if you would've preferred something else ☹️ also heed warning for faye's never ending saga of the reader calls childe puppy in everything she writes 😭

childe is loud when he wants your attention. he's all whiny tones, touchy hands, sly grins. scara is the opposite; glaring eyes, fidgety, body pressed closer than usual.

so you knew something was up when they were both clinging to you; childe's arms thrown around you, face buried in your neck with messy kisses and when you look over at scaramouche, his face is set hard, eyes piercing into childe's head whilst his fingers find yours to hold.

you'd rolled your eyes, pushing them away and telling them you'll get to them later and although childe had whined, they'd dragged themselves off, muttering and arguing at each other on their way out.

it wasn't long till they were back on you, though, their desperation oozing through their touches and presses of lips against your skin. it was almost as though they were fighting for your attention—scara climbing onto your lap when childe's kisses met your neck, childe grumbling when scara steals your attention with his tongue parting your lips. you could feel scaramouche's smirk against your mouth, and then childe's hands against your thighs and you knew the two of them were not going to stop till they were spent out and basking in your devoted attention.

that's how you ended up where you were now: childe's face stuffed between your parted legs, lapping and moaning against your drooling cunt, and scaramouche grinding against your hip, head buried in your neck as your fingers every so often tease his cock when they're not wrapped in childe's hair.

"god, you're—you're so messy." you breathe out, staring down at how childe seems to be needier than you are, bottom half of his face covered in your arousal. he meets your eyes—his pupils blown wide, pretty blue eyes practically glistening as you gently push your hips towards him more. childe just grins before he shuts his eyes, moaning obscenely against you.

your hips stutter at the vibrations, soft moans falling from your lips and at the noise, scara involuntarily presses his cock harder into your side. you chuckle lightly, slightly breathless and you turn your head to the boy. he refuses to look at you but you can see the way his dark eyebrows are furrowed, his fingers digging into his upper thigh to ground himself.

"do you want help, pretty boy?" you quietly ask, fingers brushing through his bangs. scaramouche nods, hesitantly, as if he was embarrassed at how desperate he was being.

you hum before your soft fingers grip scara's hair and tug his face from your neck. the boy gasps, eyes widening when he meets yours and you smile sweetly. "you need to say it if you really mean it, baby."

scaramouche pants quietly, eyes lidded as he stares at you, face void of any noticeable emotion but his eyes are gleaming with want.

"please." he whispers, almost as if he's out of breath and it's so pretty to hear him beg.

scaramouche's needy sounds attracts a once focused childe and he cracks his eyes open, latching onto the sight of scara fucking into your fist as your free hand runs over his arms and chest. his own chest flares with want, and an involuntary loud whine rips from his throat, pulling off from your heat to furrow his brows at you.

you oblige almost immediately, letting go of his hair to let him hide his face again as much as you'd love to see his pretty expressions. your hand falls between your bodies, slim fingers wrapping around his leaking cock. his moans are muffled against your shoulder, but the needed friction against his cock increases the volume and they're so loud and clear in your ear.

the noise grabs your attention and you can't help but curse at the state of him so stupidly in need of your constant attentiveness.

"you're so dumb," you groan, hand fisting tight into childe's orange hair, pulling his head back so his needy glassy eyes stare back at you, "my dumb pup."

childe moans at the pet name, eyes still fixed on you, fingers digging into your thighs. he's being patient, waiting for you to let him indulge in you now he's got you to notice him, so eager to please but you just keep him there for a second—fingers tight in his hair, his bright blue eyes lidded and needy, your arousal dripping from his pretty parted lips. he's such a beautiful sight.

"he does look dumb." scara announces when he lifts his head from your neck, tone monotonous but you can hear the breathlessness of awe dripping from his voice. childe whimpers, gaze flickering to scaramouche, to how he cants his hips slowly into your hand and childe's eyebrows cinch, his own hips pushing into the bed desperately at all the attention.

you can tell he's losing—his head emptying and wanting nothing but to please and to be pleased. you card your fingers softly through his hair (he leans into the touch, head dropping into your palm like a needy dog) and pout, which turns into a slight grin as he just seems to be so at ease under your touch. "keep going, pretty thing."

childe obliges in delight, eyes flickering up to watch your expression when he kisses over your clit—you push your fingers through his bangs, moving them to glance lovingly down at the boy as he takes orders from you so well.

it's so much, trying to split your attention on to the both of them, as one whines louder than the other once your gaze drops to someone else. but you adore it; adore the way they both seem to need you so bad, how they can only focus on you.

scara is whimpering, whining into the pillow, face buried between your arm and the cushion. he can't face you, but he reaches out to wrap his fingers around your forearm to ground himself as he pushes his cock in and out of your fist. you know he's close because his grip is almost cutting off the blood circulation in your arm. you help him; fist tightening around his cock, flicking your wrist along the length of it, pressing your lips close to his ear to whisper, "let go for me, baby."

and he does at your command. scaramouche moans, loud and pretty, nails digging into the skin of your arm when he finishes into your fist. he bucks his hips, tears building up behind his tightly closed eyes, face pressed into the white pillow beneath him. he sounds so pretty, low and whiny, slightly muffled and gasping as his movement slow.

you refuse to let up though, stroking him through his high and scara whimpers as his sensitive tip hits your palm. "c-can't-" scara mumbles, shaking his head and he lifts it slightly to blink up at you to show his teary eyes.

"no, you can do one more. you wanted this, didn't you babyboy?" you muse, tilting your head to keep eye contact with him when the boy tries to look away. scaramouche doesn't answer—eyebrows scrunched, embarrassed at the pet name—but quiet pants fall from his lips, a whimper bleeding into the gasps when you squeeze his sensitive cock.

"you just wanted my attention, right? well, now i'm giving you it, so just one more for me, hm?"

scara sighs and shoves his face back into your forearm, hesitantly nodding because you're right.

"that's a good boy."

childe's eyes narrow, glaring daggers at scaramouche's writhing body and the praises falling from your lips, chest swirling with both want and annoyance at the attention scara is getting. you're still moaning, pretty and quiet, your eyes still flickering to childe taking care of your cunt but it's not enough. he flares, wrapping his arms further around your thighs to trap them with a short growl; running his tongue along your dripping slit before dropping lower and teasing your hole.

"fuck! god that's—good boy, puppy." the motion gets you to notice him immediately. your back arches, head tipping back and free hand going to grab childe's hair and the boy almost grins against your pussy, nails digging into the skin of your thighs when he does it again.

"shit—you're—" you cut yourself off when your eyes slightly roll back, moans dropping from your lips at how childe practically devours your cunt. he hums knowingly, cockily, slick noises filling the room as he laps at you, letting you slightly push yourself closer to his face as your grip on his hair keeps him in place.

your other hand halts for a second around scaramouche's cock, arms feeling slightly weak and it forces the boy to seek his own pleasure. scara whimpers, pushing his hips hard against your hand, parted lips panting hotly against your neck until your hand disappears completely and he almost bursts into tears.

"n-no! please-" scara bucks into the air, trying to force your hand back down but you hush him. "patience, baby." your voice is breathless, eyes still glued to childe who doesn't let up against your heat. scara whines lightly but he's obedient, humping against your side when you let him.

you're so close, body hot and shaky but when you feel your stomach coiling, you rip childe off your glistening cunt despite how much you wanted to ride his pretty face. the boy pulls away with a gasp, big eyes blinking so pretty and perfect.

"c'mere, pup." you gasp, dark eyes fixing on childe's glittering blue ones. your index finger catches under childe's chin, motioning him up to your face and he obliges instantly. he crawls above you, trapping your frame under his, leaning down to crash his lips against yours. your hand reaches for his jaw, holding him, guiding him to show you're still in charge despite how he's on top.

"you gonna fuck me, hm? gonna make me cum all over your cock?" you whisper against his lips, your tone teasing, and he drops his head when you let go of his face.

"hah—please." childe pants into your neck, head nodding dumbly, gliding his cock over your stomach. you can feel scaramouche twitch at your words, pressing his cock against your side with a quiet whimper. they're both grinding against you, no longer fighting for your attention, just desperate for you to help them cum.

your hand finds scara's dripping cock again, ripping a choked cry from the boy, tugging at him at a relentless pace that knocks whimper after whimper out of him. your other hand reaches for childe's hair to make him look at you, "be a good boy and fuck me then."

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lizziesribbons · 1 month

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I just want to ride step Mommy Wanda’s Strap, as she lets me suck on her mommy milkers 😫

~ 🌱

THAT'S SO REAL OMG OMG

Imagine though like you're watching a movie with her and she just loves seeing you sitting on her lap so calmly watching the movie without a care in the world and she just turns you around and there you feel it ^_^

She pulls your underwear to the side all while you were still trying to process what's happening she will make you ride her strap and then take her shirt off

Oh god the way she would just smirk by seeing you drooling at the side she would waste no time guiding your head to her tits ^o^

I just I just think it's so ugh 😣😣😣

#🌱 anon #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fanfiction #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #Marvelsmut #Mcusmut #Wlw

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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Anyway on a lighter topic - well nsfw because CoD men😍

thinking of short reader that's just abnormally strong. Everyone at 141 thinks of a small little guy that's physically not all that strong and then he body slams Ghost like it's nothing during sparring, like Ghost is completely winded

Now everyone wants him to pin them down and fuck them😋

-🌱

Oh absolutely?? For some reason I think ghost would have a strength kink see he’s the biggest guy in any room he walks in strongest too and the mask on him makes him even more intimidating

So it’s not everyday ghosts sees someone half his size easily throwing him over their shoulders without even flinching or letting out a noise of complaint

He’s happy he’s got the mask on his face because if he didn’t everyone would see just how red he is

“Put me down sergeant” he grunts out

“Course sir” you say ever so polite gently putting him onto the ground like he’s a fragile little thing and once again he finds himself blushing

#alec answers #🌱 anon

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inkly-heart · 3 months

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Do you have a group discord server? If others want to chill and interact with you. Just wondering

That aside just hoping you’re doing okay Blastic. Still, if you’re not your gotta a lot people care about you.

I look forward to seeing how the rest of the game goofs.

—goofball anon

I don't and sadly I don't think I will make one. It would be fun to interact with people who enjoys my work and wants to chat with me but I just feel it would be too much work for me to handle a discord server. So at least for now I'm not planning to make one.

#and how I've been doing??#there been ups and downs #maybe bit better?? At least compared to what it was when this month started #I felt so numb for some reason #I just wanted to lie in bed and do nothing because nothing was making me happy. Not even drawing or playing games #I do still get these kind of days but it hasn't been that bad and I have got some amount motivation back to draw again at least #wanting to play games though still have been very low #but I'm taking small steps #I'm also sorry for not having much good news and that I've been so quiet nowadays #I just been struggling a lot what to say and anxiety isn't making things any easier #but I want to thank everyone who are still here hanging around and enjoying my work #even though I have these struggles I'm happy that you guys still want to support me<33 Thank you<33 #not sure did I word these right but I tried my best #and I will also do my best not to give up and keep on going 🌱#ask #anon

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eyesxxyou · 5 months

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Vampire hobie has been taking up my thoughts🤭 I would imagine him whispering sweet nothings to comfort you while he bites your neck for blood telling you it’ll be alright

— 🌱 ( I claim this little plant lol :3)

Oh he's sooo gentle about it. He doesn't want you to panic, your blood tastes best when you're calm, even better when you're aroused. He'll whisper in your ears while you're riding him and shit, "takin' me so good, dolly." He'll lick the spot he intends to feed from, peppering it in light, fluttery kisses before his teeth emerge and sink into your neck.

You gasp a little, whimpering when his fangs retracts and he feeds slowly, muttering the softest words of comfort into your neck. He tries to make it a quick affair, distracting you by forcing you to fuck him a little harder while his tongue lavishes over your bleeding wound.

He just wants to make sure it's a good experience for you, his little doll.

#🌱 anon #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #hobie brown #spiderman #spider punk #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #vampire!au #vampire!hobie

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wilbursprincess · 2 months

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hi!! i’m the anon who requested godbur, and i was obsessed w it tysm! can i be 🌱 anon if you don’t already have one? :)

can i request beardbur with reader who is just absolutely FERAL over it because beardbur is just 🙏 (can be sfw or nsfw)

Beardbur With A Partner Obsessed With His Beard

Beardbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff (and a bit of smut because I wanted to)

Welcome, 🌱 anon! Also I am crazy for Beardbur, so… self indulgent headcannons time :3

Headcannons below cut!

~You’d stroke the stubbly hairs on his chin while kissing him <3

~Sitting on his face? Hell yes ;)

~Riding his face tho? Even more hell yes ;)

~Hiding his razor if he mentions wanting to shave the beard off!

~Buying him fancy beard oil for him to use while you do skincare at night!

~”No, no, Will! That is not how you shave! How don’t you have a rash?”

~Kissing all over his short stubble beard <3

~”Baby, is it time to sha-“ “NO!”

~Resting your cheek against his when cuddling <3

~He’d rub his stubble against you just to make you giggle!

~You’d be a big fan of the ‘forgot to shave this morning’ look, sometimes more so than the purposeful beard look.

~Wilbur would send you selfies of him holding up a razor, laughing when you came running up the stairs to try and stop him from shaving!

~You’d take so. many. beard. photos.

#wilbur soot #princesswrites #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #princessreblogs #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #wilbur x you #wilbur soot smut #wilbur headcanons #wilbur smut #mcyt headcannons #mcyt x reader #wilbur mcyt #mcyt smut #princesshcs #🌱 anon

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dirtyvulture · 1 month

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“baby please?”

she holds you down on the bed, face being shoved into a pillow and your ass in the air

“take. it.” she says with each thrust

JESUSSSS

-🌱

Ok, but Nat begging ALL DAY to fuck you and you keep denying her and teasing her until she meets your every demand, like treating you to a spa day and dinner at a fancy steakhouse.

Then and ONLY THEN do you let her take you home and completely destroy you until you can't walk the next day. :)

#🌱 anon #vulture answers #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff smut

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kaeyx · 6 months

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hai ²

chuuyas dick isn't big. sure. it's not exactly the 10 inches most authors write it out to be. but fuck if he knows how to use it.

grinding the tip against your insides and smiling as he sees the wet ring around his base. a good curve to it too. he knows this because even down to still cockwarming, if it twitches inside of you he can feel your body shudder. he can feel that it's getting to you.

and he can feel as your abdomen tenses, a rush of butterflies and arousal trailing down your body. he takes a glove off and gently caresses the skin. whatever you identify as male female or inbetween, there'll be a whisper of "relax, princess."

he doesn't like to move too quickly from the start. as warm and inviting as you are. he likes to be slow and romantic. and if you had five bucks for every time that got lost halfway through you'd be rich.

with his back arched as he pounds into you, probably the 3rd session in a row and 6th position you'd tried, he can't ever seem to get enough. it's not like you'd complain about it though. especially when you live to fit so perfectly around his cock and in his ass.

he wishes he could be as conventionally masculine as the guys he sees on porn, with the low moans and controlled pace. but he gets lost in you, his moans high pitched and broken, sobbing out words of praise and tearing up as it just feels so damn good.

give him a kiss, listen to the whimpers he lets out against your lips as his thrusts become deep and meaningful. not as animalistic as he got to halfway through. but slow, ones that hit straight to every sweet spot you have.

maybe another night he'll have more control. but tonight he'll wish for his cock to be forever inside of you. <3

🌱

🌱 ANON I AM KISSING YOU FULL ON THE MOUTH YOU WRITE SO GOOD I'M JUST READING AND REREADING THESE AND SLOBBERING

#chuuya.bsd #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #🌱 anon

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shirefantasies · 28 days

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Omg of course you can do something with the idea if you want! I don't mind at all and the fact you liked the idea so much makes me so happy💕

And I'm also fine with being called girl in like a gender neutral way yk like the same way people say guys to refer to everyone sometimes, so no worries with that either!

-🌱

YEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW with permission then I present.......

A Failure of Words- Haldir x GN!Reader

Warnings: brief implication of past trauma, GOOFY ELF CONTENT 😌🤙🏻

“What are you going to do, then, shoot it down?”

And you had laughed at that. Was it really so funny? Complaining about a cloud and his brother suggests firing an arrow at it? Haldir scoffed. Surely your giggling was only to respond politely to their inane humor.

You had been excelling in your target practice of late, your skills with a bow increasing thanks to Haldir as much as his brothers, while Rúmil and Orophin were more to thank for your progress in Elvish. Necessity, of course, as he was the only one with any skills in Common, something you had initially bonded over. Yet somehow your simple bond with his brothers seemed...different. Had Haldir himself ever made you laugh so? Had he ever tried?

"Come, now," Orophin addressed you by name, "hit three more targets and we'll show you that old painting of our beloved Haldir!"

Grinning, you took up your weapon again, stretching some exertion from your muscles before you followed the others' motions toward the next dangling piece of chipped wood. Rolling his eyes, Haldir followed.

Rúmil struggled several times to pick up the roll he'd dropped, and upon final success at lifting it he thrashed about as if the thing was fighting back. Again you laughed, a hand falling to the table you sat at.

"My father used to do that too- it's as if you knew! I had no idea you two were so funny. I suppose Haldir is the serious one," you teased, gaze shifting to the eldest brother.

All this time he'd thought of them as the ridiculous ones more than himself an outlier. They had not been promoted, neither had bothered to learn the common tongue, both preferred an aimless life in the trees to the ambitions of the world, protection of what they held dear. Not that they couldn't fight, but... Was Haldir himself the outcast? Heart sinking, he gazed around the table, taking in how easily conversation flowed between you and his brothers. Like the breeze. Haldir was the one who had accepted you when you first came to Lothlórien as a refugee, fought for an outsider to stay despite his usual prejudices. The torture you'd had to endure at the hands of your captors made him sick to even imagine, and fortuitously Galadriel had agreed.

He was the only one who truly knew your secrets, and so he had desired to be the first to truly make you smile again; now, it seemed, his brothers had robbed him of that, forced him back into his station as "the serious one". Worst of all, perhaps not the one who would hold your heart.

Instant it was not, but the elf had found himself falling for you more and more during his time as your guide. Watching your wonder as you were led higher and higher into the sun-soaked trees, chuckling at your confusion when you pronounced and repeated new Elvish words. Seeing you bloom like a sunflower finding its roots once more. Always had he struggled with displays of affection, and perhaps that had cost him more than time. Or else this was another challenge for the captain, a new type of battle to undertake: correcting the many times his words failed him in the face of your fair spirit.

"You might be surprised," he finally spoke, interrupting his own whirlwind of thoughts again to meet your eyes, "you are aware, after all, of how much I taught them."

Rúmil and Orophin's heads both tilted, gazing at their eldest brother with new interest. Newly widening smiles. Knowing ones. An unfortunate side effect he would deal with later. For the time being, there were more pressing matters to deal with.

"Of course I am," you replied, taking a sip from your goblet of water, "Tracking, archery... And surely they would not know so much of your history were it not for you."

"And about the beasts of the land, of course." A breeze blew through his hair as he inhaled, next line at the ready. "After all, my name is Hal-deer."

Groaning, Orophin and Rúmil both simultaneously dropped their heads into their hands, shaking them with great disapproval. Lacking fluency though they may have been, they knew enough to recognize such a play on words, and it was clear they did not like it. Too bad- it wasn't for them.

You? Bursting into laughter, you clapped your hands lightly, head thrown back in amusement that had Haldir grinning widely for the first time in likely far too long.

Still shaking their heads, both younger brothers excused themselves, Orophin practically shoving Rúmil away from the table as they scrambled off to refill their drinkware.

"Never have I heard you make a joke, Haldir! Why now? And why one so-" Words failed you, too, inquiry wholly aborted by a fresh bout of laughter. Well did it convey the rest of your question, however.

Suppressing a wince, Haldir willed his smile to return. Wait, perhaps it looked forced. Was he overthinking this? His brothers would probably say yes.

His brothers. "My brothers...they make you happy in a way I seemingly never can. Perhaps I envied them." His voice emerged as little more than a whisper, eyelids fluttering half-shut as if they could conceal him from your vision.

Your brows furrowed at this. Head giving a faint tilt of confusion, you leaned forward, forced his grey eyes to meet your gaze. "I...I confess I do see your brothers differently," you told him, your own voice shy, "I always wished to think of them like my own brothers."

Heart lightening, Haldir replied, perhaps a bit too readily, "You can."

"No," you shook your head, paused, "well..."

It was your turn to drop your gaze, your posture straightening as you gave a supplying incline of the head, clearly hoping Haldir followed.

He did. Did he? Jaw dropping slightly, he reached out a tentative hand, saw that you did not flinch. Lifting up your gaze gently by your chin, Haldir spoke again.

"That you may wish as well, for though my words have failed me again and again it is the very same in my heart. It vexed me not being the one to make you smile, to win you over, when your name had been so inscribed upon my heart. But if you'll have the serious one, he shall have you."

Your answer came in the form of a kiss that had his heart soaring, one a bit too quick for Haldir's liking, but he quite literally had all the time in the world if he wished. He could wait. For once, his words had not failed him.

"Again and again, my Hal-dear," you replied with a devilish grin.

The golden-haired elf let his own face fall into his hand at that one. "I'll not be forgetting that one anytime soon, will I?"

As fate would have it, Rúmil and Orophin designated that moment to return, whooping as they set their goblets back down, clearly having spied upon him through some curtain or another as they often had in their youth.

"Not in the slightest," they answered for you, voices perfectly synchronized.

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haetrack · 6 days

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i read no clue before i went to bed last night so ur responsible for the dream i woke up to about mark and now i have to share 🫡

mark’s never been more grateful for the giant vanity table in ur bedroom. the large mirror showing him a perfect view of ur face, scrunched up in pleasure as he’s buried in u from behind. the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, layered over the sounds of ur moans. the table shakes with every thrust, his hands grabbing onto ur hips hard enough, ur sure it’ll leave bruises.

he burrows his face in ur neck, kissing and sucking up to ur jawline. he watches ur reflection as one of his hands leave ur hips to move to grope ur chest, squeezing ur hardened nipples. the whine it draws out of u, makes his cock twitch inside of u. “mark, please. u make me feel so good,” u whisper.

“yeah?” he mutters under a heavy breath. his hand slides down to press against ur clit, rubbing circles with the amount of pressure he’s perfected over all these times with u. his name slips out of u in a loud moan at the sudden stimulation of ur clit. he revels in the sheer mix of desperation and pleasure forming on ur face.

he presses a light kiss on ur cheek before pulling his chest away from ur back. he can tell u were so close, how could he not help his girl finish?

he pushes ur body further down onto the table, making sure to still be able to see ur face in the mirror. his hand pressing down on the hollow of ur back to keep u in place. he pulls himself out of u almost all the way, before slamming his hips into u harshly. a curse leaves ur lips, as he repeats the motion, each time getting faster and faster. ur fucked out expression encouraging him to go harder. he knows ur orgasm is near when u start clenching around him with every single thrust, sucking him in so well. angling himself to go even deeper inside of u, his cock fucking u so good that u come with his name leaving ur lips like a mantra.

the feeling of ur warm orgasm surrounding him makes him pick up his pace even more, desperate to chase his own high. it didnt take long for him to follow suit, one more look at ur pretty face, combined with the whines emanating due to the overstimulation of him still fucking into u causes his hips to stutter, shooting his cum inside u. the feeling of u being so full of him, and both of ur orgasms engulfing him.

pulling ur body back up off the table, he leans forward to exchange soft, slow kisses while u both tried to catch ur breathes. u break up the kiss, and whine in annoyance, “dude, ur gonna have to clean this up because i’m not doing it” gesturing to the mess of ur table, a few of ur collectible figurines had fallen to their side along with some makeup products that were now on the floor. mark laughs and rolls his eyes playfully before grabbing ur face to his again.

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ANYWAY NO CLUE WAS SO GOOD LIKE WHY WAS I GETTING SHY AND GIGGLY FOR HIM LMAO. girl ur gonna make me through it with all these mark posts im catching up on. like im so sorry haechan i swear i still love u but atm i love mark more

- 🌱

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME... I WONT BE ABLE TO HIDE MY FEELINGS FOR MARK ANYMORE... he needs me so bad... haechan go wait in the corner for a bit

just imagining him standing behind you one day watching you get ready for the little date you both are about to have. he's smiling at you, liking how calm it is as you get ready, how pretty your concentrated face looks. then there's all the little collectibles on your table, all these memories from your life, and newly framed pictures of you and mark together. he's happy to be a part of your life, smiling at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror.

he doesn't know how, but his mind wanders a bit. he wonders if he could just put his hand on your back, bend you down a little, put his hips flush to your ass, grinding into you. he bites his lip, squirming a bit as he watches you. he realizes he'd be able to see everything, how your face looks as he fucks you, how your body reacts to him. his hands are itching to reach over to you, but you call out his name, smiling as you see his pink cheeks.

and you know him so well, which would eventually lead to fucking on your vanity :)

#asks #🌱 anon #vals hard hours #mark lee hard hours #mark lee smut #nct smut #I AM NOT WELL #theres tears in my eyes #u have done it again #raised the bar for us all

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Hannibal request!! Hannibal and the reader are going to an event (maybe the opera or dinner but definitely something fancy). the reader decided to wear a short dress with no panties and is teasing Hannibal all night and being bratty- then I imagine this going one of two ways, either Hannibal takes them home to punish them or shoves them in a coat closet or something to fuck them and is degrading the reader about being a slut and making everyone hear her moans.):):) okay that’s the requests if you write it thank youu💓💓

EEEEEEE YESSSSS (i hope you don’t mind i snuck a lil bit of Mr. Graham in there 🤭 and also yes they are married hee hee AND also yes i got carried away)

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As soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Hannibal knew he was in for a long night.

He was taking you out to see Turandot, one of your favorite operas. It was the perfect excuse for both of you to dress up even more than usual, and your gown was one he hadn’t seen you wear before.

Not only did it have a plunging neckline, but a prominent slit on one side too, showing just a little too much of your thigh.

It was a pleasant surprise, sure, but it did worry him some. Especially considering he’d also invited Will to join you two for the show.

“Playing games tonight, are we?” He asked, adjusting the cuff of his shirt.

“Whatever could you mean?” You tilted your head in an attempt to seem innocently confused. “I just thought you’d appreciate having some arm candy this evening.”

You busied yourself by touching up your lipstick in front of the mirror as he looked you over. The fabric clung to you in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination — all those curves and soft angles he’d memorized over time.

Hannibal didn’t mind showing you off, but he still had a possessive streak he could not deny. He knew well that you loved taking advantage of that by being rebellious, always eager to test just how far you could push him.

He inhaled deeply, immediately scenting that perfume you knew he liked. He also detected a sharp note of adrenaline, which told him you were more thrilled than you let on. He huffed in amusement, shaking his head.

He supposed he could leave it be for the time being, but he would have to be cautious. At the very least, the balcony at the opera house would be dark, should you decide to misbehave.

When you two met up with Will in the reception area, Hannibal did not miss the way his eyes wandered. Or how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“My, aren’t you a striking pair,” Will said, earning a smile from you. “I feel woefully underdressed now.”

You hummed, returning the favor of drinking him in. "That's never a problem in my eyes."

"I'm sure your husband agrees with that."

Hannibal merely smiled politely, but his jaw was clenched. More eyes strayed in your direction as the two men led you up the stairs and toward your balcony. You basked in the attention, especially because it made Hannibal keep his hand on the small of your back.

Will slid onto his seat first, and before you could even try, Hannibal scurried in after him. He offered his hand to help you sit, pointedly keeping eye contact with you. You offered him your most charming grin, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

The lights soon dimmed, and the orchestral notes of the first act subsequently filled the cavernous room. The rising voices of the choir reverberated all the way to your bones, and you let them carry you away for a moment, closing your eyes.

Hannibal eyed the column of your throat as your head slightly tipped back, enraptured by the performance. His gaze dipper lower, seeing that your fingers were splayed over your sternum to feel the thrum beneath.

As the first song came to an end, you clapped uproariously along with the rest of the crowd. For a while after, you simply watched, forgetting all the mischief you had planned. Or so it seemed, at least.

Then, you re-crossed your legs, making a point of leaning just a little closer to him, and the slit of your gown widened. Hannibal couldn't help himself, his fingers ghosting past your knee and trailing upwards. When he couldn't feel the hem of your panties, he realized you weren't wearing any. That earned you a pinch on the hip, hard enough to bruise.

You pretended to be none the wiser -- despite the fact that your slightly upturned lips gave you away -- folding up your opera glasses.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," you murmured, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand.

Before you could get up, he leaned in close, grasping your forearm.

"Try not to get lost," he said, his breath hot in your ear. "Or else I'll have to come find you."

This time, your smile had a lupine quality. "Is that a promise?"

He did not respond, instead releasing you. You felt his burning gaze on you as you left, your heart frantically racing.

It only took him a couple of minutes to keep his word. You could vaguely hear the last song of the first act as he ushered you toward the coat closet.

There, away from prying eyes, he wasted no time, pinning you against the wall among a sea of fur coats.

“You did always like putting on a show, didn’t you?” he said, making you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.

"I think we can both agree I can captivate a-an audience…”

“Oh, and how I wish they could see you now, rightfully claimed.” He smirked, bringing a hand to your neck. “Go on, let them hear you. Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”

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#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x fem!reader #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni #hannibal smut #will graham fanfiction #self indulgence strikes again bc i loveee Turandot #🌱 anon

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lizziesribbons · 12 days

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I want to go a cute picnic in the park date with emo!wanda

-Imagine sitting on a quilted blanket under a tree (because Wanda hates the sun) and in a secluded place (because Wanda hates people).

-I’d bring my speaker and play soft music as we begin setting everything out, while talking about our day.

-I imagine me laying reading a fantasy book, as Wanda sat against the tree, sketching a pic of me.

- I told her to bring her guitar and she did, because she knows I want to hear her play (and not stare at her fingers. And the way the muscles in her hands flex as she plays the different cords…)

-I’ll feed her a grape, and then she’ll feed me a raspberry, but as she places it in mouth she also slide her thumb in, with a quiet, yet firm “Suck” followed by a “Good girl” as the task was carried out.

-We’ll lay back at watch the clouds together. I’ll scoot closer to her and throw my leg over her hip, getting extra comfy. As I lay my head on her chest, I feel the coolness of her rings against the skin of my lower belly. My body tenses slightly as they inch further and further down.

- “Relax babe” she would tell me “I got you”. I then feel her fingers slipping into my panties, but not before feeling the wet spot on them.

“Plea-” I’d try to beg, but i’m cut off as she slides in two of her fingers.

“I said relax” she would then place a semi rough kiss on my lips “Don’t cum till I say. ”

Jk, lol. I lied. I just want to get fucked my emo!Wanda. The picnic was an added bonus.

~🌱

This is so hot and um I'm going kind of insane at the thought of emo! Wanda fucking you in public like...

🌱ANON YOU GIVE THEEEE BEST SCENARIO ILY FOR THIS

#🌱 anon #🌱#bell babbles #i want her to eat me out #Bro how badly I want emo Wanda like ugh #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut

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mondaymelon · 21 days

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please write about bread :3

your wish is my command.

₊⊹ 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐅 ♡. | xiaox bread!reader

xiao stared at the mysterious loaf of bread on the table. it had somehow materialized on the tables littered across the balcony in the mere seconds he glanced away.

odd. he eyed it, readying his spear as he stepped closer, golden eyes flashing.

it was then, as he neared, as his heart skipped a beat. until then, he was never even aware such a thing had happened — you were just that miraculous.

yes. he confirmed it the moment he spotted your well-baked crust. this... this was no ordinary loaf of bread. this loaf... it was different from all the other loaves... it was... interesting, not basic... quirky, even.

xiao stared at it in a moment longer, and then he could not continue his restraint. lunging forward, he seized your bread body in his sturdy grip, pressing his lips to the soft surface and smooching it lovingly, tenderly.

"i..." his voice was unsteady, unsure, yet he did not waver in his pursuit, refusing to avert his gaze from your bready eyes(?) despite his clearly flushed features. "...you're the one for me. don't even look at any other pieces of toast, don't even talk to them, don't even think about them... p-pllease, won't you go out with me?"

the silence was unbearable. his cheeks and ears burned, and his heart fluttered abashedly, a sensation that was warmly unfamiliar.

"...."

"you.... feel the same way?"

the adeptus had never experienced such unbridled joy before, but now he leaped striahgt into your doughy embrace, eyes shining.

"beloved, i-" he choked back his own glistening tears. it was too much.

"yes... i-i loaf you too...."

(a/n) the end. tw emotional btw

taglist: who the fuck is going to read this. im genuilney contemplating whether or not i should tag this but its probably be a sin im so sorry my husband its just a phase i swaer

#💬 ⌗ 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . . . ✧#🌱 ⌗ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞 ! ♡#/// ⌗ 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 ? ☆#eehhehe i kinda wanna name u braed anon....

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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Mommy Lus helping Dew through a unexpected heat? -🌱

*pterodactyl screaming* y’all know how I feel about mommy Lus!!

she’s a long one buckle down

Cumulus was pulled out of a deep sleep by a banging at her bedroom door. It wasn’t really a banging, more of a tapping but it was relentless enough to wake her up. The clock on her bedside table reads 03:44 and she sighs, pulling the duvet off her. This better be an emergency.

She pulls the door open to reveal a very dishevelled Dewdrop. His hair was a mess, matted and tangled, damp with sweat with the little wispy hairs stuck to his forehead. He was almost naked except for a pair of boxers which had a very obvious tent. There was a red blotchiness that started at his chest and traveled all the way up to his tear damp cheeks.

“Dew?” She questions, the confusion evident in her voice.

Dew’s eyes dart to her for a brief second before flicking away and looking anywhere else but her, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

“I-um, help? Please.”

Cumulus is confused for a second more before she catches his scent, cinnamon and roasted marshmallows, overly sweet and almost suffocating. Oh.

Dew braves looking at her again, his pupils blown so wide there’s just a thin ring of blue around the edges.

“I can’t- it won’t stop.” His eyes well with tears at his bottom lip wobbles. “Please help me. Please make it stop, mommy.” He hiccups.

Cumulus pulls him into her room and into her arms, pushing the door shut behind her. Dew buries his face into her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breast.

“Please, mommy. I’ll be good, i promise, I’ll be good.” He grinds himself against her thigh, panting.

Cumulus runs her fingers through his sweat damp hair, untangling the knots and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Oh, I know you will be. Such a good boy for me aren’t you?”

Dew sobs and nods into her chest, his arms coming to wrap around her as he squeezes at the fat on her hips. “I want- will you help me?” He looks up at her with watery eyes. “Please?”

Cumulus tilts his head back with a finger under his chin and brings her lips down to his in a sweet kiss. Dew whimpers into it, his knees going weak as he squeezes at her hips again, grinding his cock into her thigh even harder. The kiss turns filthy quickly as Dew licks into her mouth with another pathetic whimper, his hands sliding up her body to paw at her tits. Her rolls her nipples through her sleep shirt as she takes over the kiss, pulling his head back even more with a fistful of his hair making Dew moan into her mouth.

She breaks off the kiss just as Dew begins to grind into her thigh faster. She laughs lightly at him when he chases her lips with a small whine and a pout.

“Go get in my bed, baby.” She runs a thumb over his bottom lip. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dew gives one last squeeze to her breasts before scampering off, stripping his boxers off leaving them in a heap on the floor, and climbs into her bed, sitting himself up against the headboard. Cumulus turns to lock the door before turning back to face the bed, stripping off as she goes. Dew whines watching her strip off, practically drooling over her as he fists a hand over his cock desperately.

Once she’s fully naked she climbs back onto her bed, straddling Dew’s thighs. Dew immediately grips at her thighs, kneading the flesh under his hands slightly, his cock bobbing against his stomach.

He looks up at her with so much love and admiration in his eyes Cumulus feels her cunt throb. She leans back down to pull him back into a kiss and he goes so easily, letting her lead as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He whimpers into it, his hips bucking upwards on their own accord. Cumulus grinds down onto him, smearing her slick over his cock making him moan loudly and his eyes flutter shut.

Dew pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths that he rubs away. “Mommy, please. I want-please.”

Cumulus runs a hand down his jawline, rubbing a thumb over his spit damp lips.

“What do you want, baby? What do you need?”

“I want-oh.” His hips twitch again, pushing his cock in between her slick folds. “I want- please.” He looks shyly up at her. “Will you sit on it? Please?”

“Yeah, babyboy? Want me to ride you?”

Dew throws his head back with a groan, hitting the headboard. “Please, mommy. Want that so bad.” There are tears welling in his eyes again as he paws at her hips desperately trying to pull her onto him.

“Easy, baby. You don’t need to be so desperate.” She runs a hand down his chest, thumbing at his nipples. “I thought you were a good boy for me?”

Dew cried out, throwing his head back again as the tears that had previously welled in his eyes now spilled down his cheeks. “I’m good, I’m a good boy, I promise. I’ll be good for you.”

Cumulus brushes away the few stray tears on his cheeks with her thumb and pushes the digit into his mouth. Dew sucks at her thumb immediately, looking up at her from behind his damp lashes with that look of admiration in his eyes again.

“My good boy, aren’t you? So good for me.” Cumulus lifts herself up, grabbing Dew’s cock with one hand, running the head through her slick folds. She sinks down in one go, not giving him any warning and watches as his eyes roll back into his skull.

He pulls off her thumb and groans, gripping at her hips even harder. “Oh, mommy. Feels-feels so good.” He pants, feeling fully breathless under her.

Cumulus gives a little experimental roll of her hips making the both moan. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You like mommy sitting on your cock?”

Dew whimpers, squeezing his eyes closed and nods, unable to trust his voice right now. His hands move up from her hips, back up to her breasts and squeezes, pinching her nipples making her moan. She rolls her hips down in time to Dew’s pinching and she throws her head back with pleasure, feeling her cunt flutter around him.

His head rolls forward and he buries his face in between her tits, pushing them together, fully suffocating himself. He mouths along her right breast, kissing and sucking little bruises as he makes his way down to her nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. He looks back up at her with shy look on his face once again as he suckles at her nipple, his hand kneading at her other breast.

Cumulus strokes a hand down this face, brushing a few stray wispy hairs from his face. She can feel his knot bumping against her entrance with each roll of her hips. “You close babyboy? I know you are, you can never last long.”

Dew whines around her nipple squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head.

“Oh, baby.” She coos at him. “There’s no point in lying I can feel the evidence.” She clenches purposefully around him and his eyes widen in shock and he lets out a surprised squeak.

“M-mommy!” He gasps out. “I-oh, oh no. Mommy, I’m- I’m gunna-I’m so close.”

“Yeah, baby? Gunna cum for me? Pop that little knot inside me and fill me up?” Cumulus bounces down onto his harder, feeling his knot so close to popping into her.

Dew whines again, feeling his thighs start to shake as he desperately tries to fight off his impending orgasm. It’s no use though, Cumulus is clenching around him so tightly, bouncing just right, and he feels his orgasm building higher and higher.

“Stop fighting it, baby.” Cumulus strokes down his face again. “Be a good boy and cum for me, my darling.”

Dew’s eyes roll back into his skull as he cums, his hips snapping upwards as his knot swells and pops inside Cumulus, filling her and locking them together. He sick harder at her nipple as his orgasm rolls through him, little gasps and whimpers leaving his lips.

“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Cumulus pants, slowing the movement of her hips to a slow grind before stopping completely.

Dew pulls off her nipple with a slick pop, still kneading at both her breasts. He looks back up at her, blinking owlishly at her. “Did you- you didn’t cum.” He pouts at her.

Cumulus laughs and shakes her head. “I didn’t. But that’s okay, this was about you not me.”

Dew pouts even more, a frown forming on his face. “But- you still felt good, right? I made you feel good?”

Cumulus tilts his head back and places a gentle kiss to his lips. “You made me feel very good, baby.”

Dew gives a satisfied hum, resting his forehead on her chest. “When my knot goes down, I’m gunna eat you out, make you cum all over my face.”

Cumulus kisses the top of his head, smiling down down at him sweetly. “If you feel better by then, then I won’t stop you.”

“I feel better already.” He looks up at her, a mischievous smile on his face. “You’ve got a magic pussy.”

Cumulus laughs loudly, throwing her head back. “That’s enough out of you.” She flicks lightly at his nose. “Nap time. And we’ll see how you feel after that.”

Dew yawns at the mention of a nap as Cumulus rearranges them both so she can lie down with with him, keeping his knot comfortable inside her. Dew snuggles down into her, burying his face back onto her tits, a purr rumbling through his chest. He mouths along her breast again, making his was to her nipple, sucking it back into his mouth with a contented sigh.

Cumulus shakes her head at him, but the smile on her have gives away as she watches him suckle at her nipple, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out little sighs. A pure of her own rumbles through her chest, matching Dew’s, as she fights keeping her eyes open. It’s a fight she loses and eventually her eyes flutter shut, the pair of them falling asleep wrapped up together.

#🌱 anon #thank you for the ask!#The mommy kink has fully taken over my brain #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #Anonymous #my writing

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