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#blame my hormones
emjiroki · 6 months
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Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth
"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"
"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"
"Promise I'll be good"
The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.
He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers
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yazthebookish · 10 months
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I know HOFAS is going to make me sob a lot whether it's tears of joy getting to see Azriel, the IC, and potentially Gwyn and Emerie + Quinlar's reunion, or it's tears of rage and sadness seeing Hunt/Ruhn/Baxian getting tortured, or Ruhn/Lidia's angsty scenes, all the bloodshed and deaths, the fact that it's the conclusion of Quinlar's story and they'll no longer be leads.
My eyes are tearing up just thinking about all that's to come.
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peachsayshi · 2 months
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satoru cries over every little thing his baby does. his eyes water when they clasp their tiny hand around his pinky. he sniffles when he listens to the newborn squeaks and hiccups. sheds a tear when his baby leaves those big open mouth kisses on his cheek, or tries to gnaw at the tip of his nose. such a precious thing trying to make sense of this big world, with the only understanding of the love they have for you and their father. and satoru loves, loves being a dad.
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hitohitonika · 1 month
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help i cant stop sketching these two cornballs
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Prompt: Just some things about the Ramshackle Prefect and Scarabia's vice-housewarden <3
Pairing: Jamil Viper × Yuu / Gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff mostly, a little bit of angst
TW: NA (for now, please let me know if I should add trigger warnings and for what ^^)
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Jamil is no stranger to looks of awe and envy. A large part of it is owed to his status as a servant of the Asim family, as well as being Kalim's closest friend and retainer. But when the Prefect looks at him, they look at him in awe of his skills. Of how he expertly manages to tackle every obstacle Kalim unwittingly puts in his way. Of how his hands work quickly and efficiently in the kitchen as he stirs and mixes and makes food for the entirety of Scarabia. Of how he manages to give his best (despite the limitations set upon him by his status) in everything he does. For them, his status as a servant matters little; his hardwork is seen for what it is, and appreciated genuinely.
Jamil takes good care of his looks. As Kalim's retainer, he is required to look after his appearance, lest even the slightest of mistakes bring scrutiny upon the Asim family. The gold trinkets braided into his hair are a symbol of his status and servitude, of pride and resentment, yet he finds that resentment slowly die down as the Prefect plays with the accessories, batting at them with all the curiosity and wonder of a little kitten. His voicing of the fact only gets him a playful pout from them, which leaves him a little weak in the knees and a little short of breath. He thanks his lucky stars that they are both sitting on his bed, for surely his traitorous legs would have given away underneath him had he been standing.
Jamil stays up at night, quite a lot. His responsibilities do not end when the Asim heir finally falls asleep; for some reason, they seem to increase. Between his own studying, making rounds of the dorm so that no unruly dorm members (or housewardens) sneak off in the middle of the night, and countless other tasks, it is a miracle that he even gets time to rest his ever watchful eyes. Yet he smiles each time the Prefect stumbles over to him, half-asleep as they tug at his arms and mumble that he needs to sleep and that they are not taking no for an answer (not that he would say no to such an adorable request) and goes along with what they say.
Jamil is not one to bare his heart to just anybody. It takes time and dedication to peel back all his layers, his self doubt, to truly get him to speak about everything and anything that is bothering him. Yet sometimes, sometimes things are too difficult to talk about, and Jamil is too tired to think about them. So when the Prefect opens their arms, inviting him in their soft and safe embrace, he obliges with a soft murmur that is his thanks to them. They rub his back, and Jamil cannot stop himself from melting under their wordless yet tender care, holding onto his beloved Prefect with all the strength he can muster in that moment.
Jamil is very perceptive; very little misses his keen gaze. He sees how each incident the Prefect invariably gets roped into takes away a little part of them. The light in their eyes is a little dimmer each time they meet his, and their smiles a little more forced as they gently turn down his enquiries about their health. Each matter resolved, each overblot fought saps their energy and shakes their will, and Jamil knows it is only a matter of time before they fall down like a house of cards. He can see them working themself to the bone, running on fumes and sheer determination to save all those who had endeared themselves to the Prefect. So he insists, borderline begging even, to take care of them. Even for just one day, one hour. He just wants to be there for them, the way they always are for him.
Jamil shows his care in subtle ways in public. Carrying an extra lunch for the Prefect, sitting next to them in class, helping them with their studies, all these are ways he shows his favor to them. In private, he whispers declarations of love and devotion to them, reveling in how flustered they get even as his own heart thumps loudly inside his chest. He stumbles over his words when they carefully hold one of his braids up to their lips, leaving a kiss on the dark strands while maintaining eye contact with him; a silent declaration more powerful and potent than any of his teasing words.
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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 6 months
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miles via ig stories 31/10/23 🤍
bonus:
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true-vapor · 7 months
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Listen, If 16 year old me, who was obsessed with skinny emo boys that were so thin their veins bulged out of their arms, knew that this is what I found attractive on a carnal level now, she would have a brain aneurysm
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lila-rae · 3 months
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A man with a baby in each arm is hot
I don’t make the rules
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theostrophywife · 2 years
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Eris soothing her period pains with his flames. Now I can't move on from this thought...😫
take care.
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a/n: this is such a concept.
“Where does it hurt, baby?”
Eris asks, concern marring your mate’s beautiful face as he traces soothing circles on your lower abdomen. The cramps rumbling through your stomach was excruciating, to the point that you’d woken up in the middle of the night from the severity of the pain. Eris felt it rippling down the bond you shared and it awoke him from his slumber.
Though he couldn’t take the pain away, he made sure to make you feel as comfortable as he could, using his fire to heat your lower abdomen, which luckily helped subdue much of the cramping.
“Right here,” you reply, directing his hand right below your belly button.
Eris gently rubs your stomach, peppering kisses on the side of your face while you giggle. Periods were always an ordeal with the High Fae, but you were glad to have your mate coax you through it. Especially with those magical fingers of his that heats every inch of your skin with his power.
You hum with satisfaction as relief floods your body, making you relaxed and pliant underneath your mate’s touch. Eris softly kisses your nose as you tuck a fiery strand behind his pointed ear. The fire flickering from the hearth illuminates his handsome face - sharp cheekbones, perfectly sloped nose, and plush lips bathed in a soft glow while his amber eyes fixates on you.
“Let me take care of you, little fox,” he murmurs. You hold your breath as his fingers trail a path down your navel, darting dangerously close to the hem of your panties.
Aside from the cramps, another inconvenient side effect of your period was uncontrollable hormones. Eris could practically taste your desire on the tip of his tongue and he wanted nothing more than to satisfy the craving you had for him. His wicked fingers set aside the lace fabric of your underclothes as he kisses you hungrily. The softness of his lips on yours and the roll of his hips against you makes you moan in response, aching for more. Eris happily obliges, flicking his thumb over your clit while you shudder from his touch.
“Eris,” you whisper shyly, drawing his molten gaze to the blush spreading through your cheeks. “I- I don’t want to make a mess.”
Your mate chuckles darkly. “I don’t give a fuck about the mess, my love. I just want to make you feel good.” He captures your lips in his, slipping his tongue inside your mouth while you clutch him closer, eager to taste more.
“Now lay back and let daddy make you cum with his fingers.”
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swellinnit · 3 months
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another scrapTM anyone??? had an urge to draw dad vik because HHMMMMM :((((( the feeels :((
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chalkanthit · 4 months
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Aaaand the Nice guy™ on probation is down the line!
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nonokoko13 · 3 months
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Call me Mahoro because I also think her brother is hot af Btw the plot twist in this series is that Arajin is going take his crush last name but not because of her. Sorry for the spoilers peace and love in the planet Earth
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And could somebody make this Marito teddy bear real? It's a basic and essential need atp
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peachsayshi · 4 months
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my head is in the gutter again, and I keep thinking about gojo jacking off and how pretty he looks n sounds n the moans he makes when he’s all alone, n how desperate he gets because he really, really needs you to help him out and and and… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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messrmoonyy · 7 months
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Sometimes I’m just being completely normal then randomly remember ’ use them to keep Tess safe ‘ and i wanna throw myself off a cliff
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napofawhalien · 1 year
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Somebody please write txt smut where an incubus who can change appearances visits the reader… need I say more?
(I’ll say more: Yeonjun on his knees and looks up to smirk at you from between your legs but it’s suddenly Beomgyu-)
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catgirltail · 4 months
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I am so HUNGRY.
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