#cute lil anons

[lilyflxwers]

HI HOPE I THINK UR THE COOLEST EVER

i think YOURE the coolest ever <3333

#this made me smile #cute lil anons

[godnectar]

Yandere himbo? >:)

・✶ ｡ﾟ𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 ;

cw: toxic behavior, bae's hot, oblivious and delusional asf, kinda manipulative, jealousy, violence, guilt tripping,,,, justifications + probably a big ass etc. ( inbox )

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who possesses a genuinely warm and friendly demeanor that, along with his looks, easily draws people to him. the pure, charming, and easygoing smile he usually wears making it extremely hard for others to suspect anything about his hidden, darker tendencies — reason why you didn't really made a big deal out of his sudden but innocent looking crush towards you and just felt flattered.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO whose loyalty absolutely knows no bounds once you two got together after countless of sweet, sincere compliments, some appealing winks, and a few wholesome dates. he's hopelessly devoted to you, willing to go to extreme lengths to ensure his darling's happiness and safety twenty-four seven.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who's cheerful facade is fast to crumble the next second he perceives someone as a threat to your lovely, fairy tale looking relationship, no matter if it's because of one of your friends getting to touchy or just one of your relatives making a disapproving comment about your choice of a partner. even though, he's also quick to apologize whenever you get mad as the familiar, beefy arms that hold you at night get covered with scratches after he holds your acquaintances in a chokehold deep inside an alley hours prior. unsurprisingly, guilt overcomes you as soon as you glance at his pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, pained by your anger over his instinctive jealousy.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who as much as he lacks intelligence, probably also lacks comprehension for his actions' severity most of the time, leading him to justify some disturbing things such as his hostility, surveillance and obsessive keepsakes by saying it all comes from his undying love towards you, the light of his eyes.

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who genuinely thinks there's nothing wrong with what he does. sure, he might not be the brightest bulb in the box, nor the man with the healthiest mental state you'll meet — the latter being pretty noticeable, especially when you catch on the fearful stares some people send among all the praising others unawarely give — but at least he's trying his best at showing you that his... heart throbs only for his sweetling, right?

𖣠 YANDERE HIMBO who desires with all his heart for you to be as head over heels for him as he is for you, never giving up on trying to make you let down all of your guards to share his innermost yearns, fantasizing about an intense, exclusive and unique connection between you two where both seek to become the other's one and only.

"tell me how much you love me, my dear. need to hear you saying there's absolutely no one in your heart but me."

© godnectar 2023. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

#would kinda want to do a pt2 if shit doesn't flop #what's up with the mad face tho– #bc I have multiple reqs with lil' >:) or >:} at the end & I might start thinking it's the same anon #pretty cute tbh #mwah #godnectar #yandere #yandere x reader #dark content #male yandere #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #himbo yandere #yandere himbo #yandere headcanons #clingy yandere #oc x reader #yandere oc #male oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #tw: yandere #tw: yancore #yancore #tw yandere #tw yancore #yandere hcs #yandere original character #angry face anon

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #sub!bucky #subby bucky #this is one of those fantasies that's nice in my head #I think I'd like to be at that point in my life but it's absolutely not where I'm at rn #maybe some day tho #I started writing a new series yesterday #making a lil moodboard #excited to post the concept #can't decide if I want each chapter to feel like a continuation of the one before #or if I want the chapters to be more detached from each other with time passing in between #might actually space it out over a weekend? #I took my lil granny out for lunch today and she's just the cutest #she usually comes up to ours for Sunday lunch but my parents were out this weekend #so I made her dinner last night and took it down to her and I asked if she wanted to go out for Sunday lunch for a change #she made me book the table right there in front of her so she'd be able to look forward to it 🥺 #I sat with her for over an hour yesterday evening and she smiled nearly the whole time #she's too cute I swear

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !! #i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹 #this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!! #this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!! #how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!! #god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !! #the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !! #he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊 #and by this he means YOU 👀 #๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

[blindmagdalena]

kissing all over homelanders face while wearing bright red lipstick 😭💖💖 id love to see how he'd react seeing himself in the mirror, hair tousled and face stained completely AAAA <3<3

While there are several things Homelander loves about you, by far his favorite is how you just can't seem to keep your hands off of him. Where he was accustomed to being the affectionate one, the needy one, you're apparently determined to make him seem downright aloof. Already late to his hair and makeup appointment, you have him giggling like a goddamn school girl, your lips warm and ticklish at his neck, his jaw, his cheek. You have both your hands tangled up in his hair, holding him in place for your relentless assault.

Of course he could get away if he wanted to.

He just doesn't.

"Homelander, sir!" One of the PA's addresses nervously, a clipboard held up to their chest like a shield. "Sorry, sir, it's just you're due—" Before Homelander can threaten bodily harm on the PA—who's shivering like an anxious little dog—for the interruption, you relinquish your hold on him, laughing a little breathlessly. "Sorry, sorry, it's my fault. I have to get going, too. Go! I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll miss you!" "Okay," Homelander answers with a dazed, lovesick smile. You're only going to be gone for the night, but it's your first night apart since things got serious between you. "Miss you already."

You kiss once more on the lips, and he can't help but watch as you go.

On the way to his stylist, people keep doing double-takes as he passes. He's used to attention, but he doesn't fully realize why they were looking at him like that until he sits down in front of the large vanity. Just about every inch of his face is stained with distinctively lip-shaped red marks. His once neatly combed hair is mussed into a wild curve that makes him laugh as soon as he sees it. His stylist gasps softly, clearly having their work cut out for them today. Homelander just leans back in his chair, admiring the undeniable proof that he belongs to someone. He huffs a little chuckle, lifting a gloved hand to almost reverently touch one of the kisses painted on his cheek. Looking at his stylist, he just offers a giddy little shrug.

"Life of a man in love, am I right?"

Homelander grins through his entire appointment. Even after the lipstick is wiped away, he can still feel the lingering warmth of your love on his skin, in the beat of his heart, and in the butterflies fluttering about his stomach.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #just a lil SUMTHIN SUMTHIN while i'm feelin sick #this ask gave me cute aggression thank you #my writing #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #fluff

[fatuismooches]

Can only think of reader and cuteness aggression with dottore... saying stuff like they just want to eat his cheeks while squishing the LIFE out of his cheeks. Doing this to different segments everyday, and saying they're so 'cute'...

What can you say? Dottore is just so cute. Yes, you really did just put that name and that word in the same sentence. Your husband(s?) are the cutest, so cute you can't handle it. From the way they glide their pointy teeth over their lips unconsciously when they're extra focused, to the way the older ones have to tuck back the long lock of hanging blue hair that hinders their vision, how the younger segments' laughs are so loudly unhinged, it fills you with glee. It's just too much - if you bottle it up, you fear you may explode. (Are you okay?)

Dottore and the segments still have yet to understand how you've come to that conclusion when you look at them. Yes, he knows you love him, but does that really necessitate such... strangeness? Even when he's covered head to toe, splattered with blood, you're still looking at him dreamily? Yet no matter how much he researches your brain he can't find the answer. No matter how much he tries to refute your sentiments, you always awe at him and proceed to attempt to squish his cheeks (to which he bats you away quickly). The biting, squeezing, and pinching of his and the segments' bodies while they're working has become the norm as well.

And Zandy loves it yet gets embarrassed by it after a while. Loves it because you're giving him attention but also you're hurting the poor kid's cheeks! And you're doing it in front of the others and they're silently making fun of him - please stop! His cheeks are red from embarrassment and your squishing!

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #CUTENESS AGGRESSION BEAM!!!! #funnily enough i didnt even know what cuteness aggression was until one of my anons told me... #pinching his cute lil cheeks... #that one meme of reader biting his cheek and stretching it out

[2aceofspades]

*slaps star sticker on Leo's forehead*

Love you ♡♡♡

Ace don't stop being rad

Awwwee!

Now we're twinning :)

#ace answers #acey doodles #such a cute ask oh my stars #thank you anon <3 #short but sweet ask #the sticker has appeased the peepaw #i gotta go catch lil leo now mehehehe.. #:)

[pcktknife]

are you a furry 🤢

I'd say furry adjacent maybe even non practicing what's wrong w that hrm 🤨

#asks #anon #i like the cute lil animal ppl its fun

[dailypokemoncrochet]

in all honesty i would do basically ANYTHING to find an ogerpon pattern

Well I don't got a pattern to share for it but I hope you like this Ogerpon (Teal Mask) I just finished!!

She's got a lot of little details!! The hood(/cloak?) and mask are both separate from Ogerpon herself

#pokemon #crochet #amigurumi #dpc asks #ogerpon #pokemon scarlet and violet #anon #pkmnart #handmade #fiber art #art #artists on tumblr #plush #foth #fresh off the hook #that means i just made this one! #i really like how the lil face turned out lol #i was like 'oh its cute like some kind of troll.. or perhaps an ogre- ohhh'

[cynical-things]

get someone who looks at you like he looks at me 💗

#spynx cats are the best 😭😭😭 #face #cat #his name is peanut #enjoy my natural makeup face #lil peep hoodie makes an appearance again #I live in this thing #girl #kitten #girls #alt #alternative #kitty cat #gothic #goth #piercings #tattoos #grunge #alt girls #goth girl #goth gf #alt gf #cute #pretty #emo #aesthetic #selfie #metal #send anons

[itoshi-s]

I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 💔 anon #nghhhh THIS HAS ME SLOWLY GOIN INSANE SHSJJSXHXJSI #kei especially </3 he’s got me all choked up i love love looooove him he’s so mean #ushi bein all ffed up in this head of his he’s so cute. i wanna bite him #but in all honestly some of the others i’d think would ABSOLUTELY dick down their stepsis are #kags.. 10000% you cant tell me otherwise #AND last but def not least the one and only oikawa tooru. NGHHHHDHDHDH #everyone always bein head over heels for him but they don’t know he only has eyes for his lil sis </3 najdhakshsksksjsj STOOOOP #he’s so deranged . this clicked in my mind sooooooo quick u get me ??? she’s always there to give him all the praise he needs #there’s no one else that matters for her. only tooru nii #always </3 and he goes completely n utterly dumb on the ego trip #thx for comin to my ted talk. if anyone wants to elaborate feel free #now brb gonna go sob abt this #haikyuu smut #hq smut #tsukishima smut #ushijima smut #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #★ ‧ ₊ after hours

[cementcornfield]

https://x.com/bengals/status/1739322611866452192?s=46&t=4nsvGMTnbYsCN_2D0a2rJg

Not Ja’Marr struggling to read the sign 😂💀

Always Open for Christmas 🎄🧡

#to be fair it's not the most intuitive sign to read!! #lmao the way they captioned his laugh 'evil laugh' #please he is sweet christmas ja'marr in his cute lil sweater and hat!!! #sam is there too #merry christmas thank you anon! #ja'marr chase #sam hubbard

[cringecannon]

hi ok im assigning myself as ur dove anon so that way i can just ramble at u constantly but anyways first of all may i just say your writing is phenomenal…?!?!?! 🖤 and i offer this wonderful little thought for us to ponder together spurred on by some of astarion’s labyrinth inspired quotes: being astarion’s most precious, well kept possession; he cherishes you in the way that one covets a prized pet from show lines. you are so well taken care of & well maintained, draped in flimsy finery. delicate lace and silk, short & sheer so that no piece of you is ever kept hidden from him. but that’s just it: you’re his pet. you don’t know how to care for yourself, of course. he speaks to you like one might a puppy, or even, maybe, a child. he treats you as if you don’t know any better, that you simply can’t protect yourself, can’t be trusted to make decisions without his guidance. treats your fits of rage as little more than a hissy fit, like you just need a nap, something to eat, or time out. so long as you’re good, however? oh. he’ll bend heaven for you, and if that doesn’t work, he’ll absolutely raise hell. so long as your whims align with his own, or at least settle within that grey area where giving you what you’re asking for is of little consequence to his goals, of course. — 🕊

You’re a bird in a cage to him. A beloved pet, sure, with a beautiful gold cage and all the expensive things you could ever want inside… but still a pet.

He shows you off like one, too. Whether dancing at an extravagant ball or sitting on the floor with your head against his leg as he doles out orders to his spawn, you’re dressed in the finest money can buy, jewels and gold draped everywhere.

He tells you he loves you. Isn't it enough that he believes it? Does it really matter that real love isn't suffocating, degrading?

You make the mistake of asking what love feels like to him. He pauses, confused. You've caught him off guard. He stalls for a moment, clearly looking for your angle. When he finds none, he pulls you against him, slender hands cradling the cold skin of your jaw as he coos his answer. Love is... everything. Warmth, enveloping. It's the morning sun against your skin. His thumb brushes your cheek and he smiles down at you before pulling you into an embrace.

Wrapped in his arms you find a divine cruelness in the notion that love to him is the sun, seeing as he has doomed you to never see it again.

#also omg the lil anon sign off is so cute??? #can all my regular anons (only if you’re comfy with it ofc) start doing this because I’m obsessed #.astarion #.bg3 #🕊️ anon #astarion x reader

[alilbitlesbian]

Im no artist but i had to draw floor getting her first hug

#guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy #rocket rackoon #Floor #floor the bunny #i havent even watched the movie but the “ROCKET TEEFS FLOOR GO NOW” scene fucking BROKE me #thousands of fix-it fics ready to be written as we speak #give this girl what she deserved!!! #i will shatter.. into a million pieces #this was gonna be anon hugging her but ive never drawn an anon so yk #get your squishes out into the bby she loves it #Marvel #GoTG #GoTG vol 3 #rocket gotg #hrng why the lil cute animals being abused??

[blindmagdalena]

Homie with a reader that has a habit of laughing that turns into moaning every time their sweet spots are kissed?

nsfw-ish The first time it happens, it's a happy accident.

You're tapping away on your phone, wholly unaware of him sneaking up behind you. You yelp when he snatches your hips and pulls your back flush to his chest. He presses his warm lips to the tantalizing slank of your neck.

You shriek with laughter as you try to worm out of his grasp, but your efforts are entirely in vein. "That tickles!" You tell him, half statement and half plea.

If you wanted him to stop, that was the wrong thing to say.

He gives a playful little growl as he doubles down, peppering quick kisses all up the column of your neck to the soft curve just below your earlobe. You dissolve into fitful laughter, fighting to wriggle away from him, when suddenly that laughter stretches into a keening moan.

You both go still, though you're still panting, cheeks hot.

"What was that?" He purrs, his Cheshire cat grin audible in his voice.

"Don't," you say, embarrassed.

"No, no," he says, wrapping his arms properly around you when you try again to push his hands away. "I'm gonna need to hear that again." "No, you-!" You break off into another peal of laughter, victimized by the way he repeatedly brushes his lip over that same spot. Just as it had before, your laughter escalates into desperate, breathy moans straight out of his wettest dreams. Your frantic heartbeat throbs wildly against his lips, the heat of you as intoxicating as the sound.

Not only that, your struggling has you writhing against him, grinding back against what has rapidly become a hard-on in his pants.

"Christ," he exhales, cheeks blushed with his own arousal. "How is it everything you do is so fucking hot?" He asks, heat bringing a rasp to his voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

"You're a monster," you gasp through a smile, trying to catch your breath.

"I'm about to be," he agrees, effortlessly swinging you up into his arms. "I'm gonna need to figure out if you have any other spots that make you laugh—and moan—like that."

"No! Noooooooo~!" You cry, the end of it muffled by the kiss he presses to your lips, swallowing up your half-hearted protests.

As it turns out, you have a multitude of them.

Homelander happily spends the next several hours exploiting them.

#i'm gonna have to incorporate this lil quirk into Guilty Pleasures because this is SOOOO cute anon #consider this a preview lol #ask and you shall receive #darling anon #homelander x reader #homelander x you #my writing

[veemimis]

hiiiii!!! i LOOVEEE your art your bayojeanne art is the cutest ever

i saw your post and maybe 👉👈 could we maybe get some bayojeanne foreheads touching or jeanne kissing cereza's forehead? uwu or if a two person art is not what you wanted suggestions of maybe a cereza with a butterfly on her nose looking all cute? :3 👉👈

thank you for the consideration and for sharing your art with us!!! it's wonderful!!!

HIII ANONNN ! ! !

HEHE YOU'RE SO SWEEEET and thank yew for the requests >:3

I have the other two sketched out I'll post them whenever I finish them , but heres the first ! ! ! It kinda turned into nose touching rather than forehead touching but WHATEVER ! !

#I DONT KNOW IF U WANTED CATLD DESIGNS ANON BUT THATS MY DEFAULT !!! #Ignore the hand I was too lazy to actually check a ref #Drawing Jeanne a lil flusters always makes me giggle they're so cute . . . #Originally it was gonna be Cereza getting flustered but my demons . . . #THANK YEW AGAIN ANON FOR THE REQUEST 💕💕💕 I WILL BE DOING THE OTHERS ASWELL ! #Bayonetta #bayonetta origins #cereza and the lost demon #bayonetta cereza #bayonetta jeanne #cereza #Jeanne #Bayojeanne