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joelsgreys · 3 months

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he has no fucking business being this fucking broad

#his shoulders are so wide #the way his shirt stretches over his back #i am feral #joel miller

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iamasaddie · 1 month

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#pedro pascal #iamasaddie not okay #I AM FERAL

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almond-tofuuu · 2 months

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One thing I find interesting is the duality Zayne brings out in me...

Like part of me wants to be his pretty little housewife. Making him lunches to take to work with cute notes about how much I love him. Waiting eagerly for him to get off work so we can spend a quiet evening together. Cuddling with him on the sofa while he reads through some medical textbook, the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep. Waking up with him on his days off, neither of us wanting to move so we spend the morning wrapped in the warmth of eachothers arms.

But then there's another part of me that wants to push this man to his absolute limits. Be a complete brat, tease him in public, disobey his orders, do everything I can to rile him up until he's so fed up with my attitude that he pushes me into the closest surface, face inches away from mine as he practically growls in my ear. His voice low and threatening as he reprimands me for being such a brat, while his hips rut into mine, pounding his cock into me as he pins me against the wall. His thrusts merciless, forcing orgasm after orgasm from me until I'm a crying, whimpering mess. But he doesn't stop, simply leaning closer to whisper in my ear "you wanted to be a brat so now you need to deal with the consequences of your actions" "you can take it" "is this what you wanted, Angel?" "I'm not stopping so be a good girl and take it" and then his hips pick up their pace, fucking into me harder as he lets out all the frustration I've caused him.....

....just normal Zayne thoughts ☺️☺️☺️

#you didn’t see this #zayne #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne smut #so many thoughts #i am feral #no one look at me #love and deepspace smut #lnds zayne #lnds

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mrdrwrites · 4 months

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Pairings: Oliver Quick X !fem reader

Summary: Oliver is upset because something happened at uni so seeks you for comfort. later in the night things get heated

CW: NSFW!! kissing, bad language, fluff that turns to smut, sub!Oliver dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, 69, pussy eating, praise, ma’am kink, orgasm denial

WC: 2k

warning: i am dyslexic so don't expect all words to be spelled correctly, also i don't autocapitalise my words

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‘Oliver honey i’m home,’ i yell into the seemingly empty house, ‘Oliver?’

i make my way into the kitchen, setting down the shopping bags on the counter. i hear a sniffle from the living room and walk towards the noise.

‘Oliver baby, are you okay?’ i can’t see him but the shaking blob under the blankets on our sofa tell me he is under there.

i sit next to him and slowly move my hand to take the blanket off of him.

‘go away please y/n,’ his voice is low, broken, i don’t like it at all.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ i ask, hand still on the blanket.

he sniffles again and when he makes no effort to move i pull the blanket off of him completely. there he is, my Oliver, knees bent to his chest, his eyes red and puffy. It broke my heart to see him quivering and sniffling like that. My sweet, sweet boy. So small and broken yet still so beautiful. the whites of his Hiscobalt blue eyes had turned bloodshot, his lip quivering slightly.

‘what is wrong Oliver?’ i ask again, a few more tears escape his eyes.

‘it’s nothin’ i’m bein’ silly,’ his accent is particularly thick when he begins to talk, little voice broken.

‘Oliver, it’s okay,’ i assure him, cupping his face in my hands, ‘you can tell me.’

‘at uni,’ his voice breaks, ‘i was tryin’ to get to class an’ someone tripped me. im okay but my glasses broke.’

‘awh, baby,’ my hand moves to his hair, ‘it’s okay, we can get you some new ones.’

he finally looks at me. his face is tear stained and it breaks my heart a little.

‘really?’ he wipes his nose on the back of his sleeve, ‘you think so?’ my heart breaks a little at the sight of the man in front of me.

‘of course, we can book an appointment at the opticians tomorrow, how’s that sound?’ he gives me a weak smile, eyes still glassy.

‘okay,’ he leans forward and gives me a big hug, ‘thank you y/n,’ he speaks into my hair.

he pulls back and i give him a kiss on the lips.

‘i feel so silly,’ he wipes his eyes free of tears and chuckles to himself a little.

‘don’t. it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know this,’ i assure him.

‘thank you y/n,’ he mumbles, ‘for everything.’

‘don’t thank me silly,’ i get up, and go into the kitchen.

i unpack all the shopping and find Oliver asleep on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv.

i walk over to him and shake his shoulder a little, the time that is displayed on the living room clock reads 9:03pm, ‘Oliver baby, wake up.’

he opens his eyes a little and squints a little, ‘im awake.’

‘you coming to bed?’ i ask.

‘mhm, you coming too?’ he replies, eyes shining in the light.

‘of course,’ i smile down at him.

i go to our shared bedroom and get in bed, Oliver comes in a moment later. he undresses and slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him so he is spooning me.

‘goodnight my love,’ he whispers into my neck.

‘goodnight,’ i sigh contently.

an hour or two must pass before i’m awoken, Oliver is still asleep, his short breaths coming out rigid against my neck. his hips are rutting against the curve of my ass, his dick hard. he’s having a wet dream. little whines are coming from his parted lips. i open my legs a little, moving so his dick is between my thighs. i close them slowly, clenching slightly. he’s still sleeping when his pace picks up, pulling me closer to his chest. he’s fucking my thighs at a good pace, whimpering into my neck, still sleeping. i move my hand down to where the head of his cock pokes out from between my thighs and lay it flat. every thrust forward his tip is pushed against my hand. he gets louder at this and speeds up. humping my thighs like a deprived animal. i smirk to myself. i can tell when he gets close by the urgency of his thrusts. before he can cum however, i move my hand and open my legs. with nothing to rut against he lets out a huff of air. i wonder what he is dreaming about.

‘Oliver,’ i drag my hand up his arm that is tight around my waist, ‘Oliver baby wake up,’ i push my ass against him.

he jolts awake, pulling away from me ever so slightly.

‘Oliver?’ i question into the darkness.

‘mhm,’ he responds, tiredness creeping into his voice.

‘you horny?’ i know he gets shy when i’m vulgar.

‘shh,’ he scolds, knew it.

‘want me to take care of you baby,’ the hand on his arm reaches between my legs to stroke his dick.

he winces, ‘please.’

my hand comes off of his dick and turns on the lamp at the side of our bed. i sit up and turn to look at Oliver, his eyes are tired but his dick is rigid and swollen with need.

‘lay on your back for me,’ i pull the blanket off the both of us.

he obeys instantly and lays his head back on the pillows.

‘good boy,’ my hand travels down his chest towards his thighs.

when i get close to his erection he bucks his hips up, so needy.

i tut, ‘that how much you need me?’ i give his right thigh a light slap.

his eyes are now clouded with something other than tiredness.

‘yeah, just please,’ he whines, bucking his hips up again, ‘touch me.’

‘beg,’ i state simply, sitting back, legs crossed.

his eyes meet mine, then rake down my body. they falter slightly at the sight of my hard nipples but continue down til he just stares at my increasingly soaking pussy.

‘Oliver,’ i warn, ‘my eyes are up here.’

his eyes shoot to my own, cock throbbing a little.

‘beg.’ i say once again, reaching for his dick but stopping just before i touch him.

‘please y/n, please touch me. fuck, i need you so bad. make me feel good. i promise ill be a good boy. just touch me,’ he shudders when my palm comes in contact with his leaking tip.

‘such a good boy, Oliver,’ i praise, finally wrapping my hand around his cock.

he closes his eyes, whines and whimpers leaving him when i begin stroking him at a slow pace, he needs more, i know this. i dont give him it though, i want him to be a writhing mess by the time im finished with him. he moves his hips up when i get to the head of his dick on the fifth stroke. when he does so i take my hand away.

his eyes shoot open, ‘why did you stop?’ his cock pulses once again.

‘you get what i give you. don’t take more. do you understand?’ i look expectantly at him.

he nods, ‘i understand.’

‘so if you understand that why do you still move your hips when i’m touching you. am i not good enough? would you rather go back to sleep with an aching cock? huh? would you rather have me pressed against you all night, so close to slipping into my pussy, but knowing you can’t?’ i’m teasing him.

‘no ma’am, you’re more than enough. i just need you so bad. please touch me again,’ a streak of precum makes its way down his dick, pooling at his pelvic area.

i take a finger and follow the trail of precum up to his tip. he moans, loud, and throws his head back.

i wrap my hand around his aching erection once more and begin stroking him a little faster than i was before. i pick up my pace when tears fall from his eyes but stop when i can feel him tighten under me, knowing he is about to cum.

i bring my hand completely away and wait for him to recover before speaking, ‘we’re going to play the fast and slow game, okay baby? you think you can do that for me?’

he nods, ‘yes y/n, i can do it.’

‘good boy,’ i praise, ‘let’s get started then, start slow.’

his hand slowly begins pumping his cock, i watch him making sure his pace doesn’t slow down nor quicken.

after a few moments i speak up, ‘a little faster baby,’ he obeys.

the head of his cock had turned an angry red shade now, needing release.

‘go as fast as you can sweetheart,’ his hand moves fast, almost inhumanely so.

i see his orgasm approaching, ‘stop,’ i tease, his hand stops and moves away from his cock.

‘you’re doing so well baby. you’re listening so good,’ he’s panting and his cock leaks some more with each praise.

he gets calmed down again, ‘start fast baby,’ he does so.

his strokes are messy, he needs release and he needs it soon.

‘you think you can slow down a little for me baby, and only work on the bottom half of your dick?’ i ask, a plan formulated in my head.

he nods breathlessly, moving his hand down so he is going at a medium pace on the base of his cock. i lean over and take the top of him in my mouth.

he hisses, ‘fuck y/n. i’m going to cum.’

i pull my mouth away and slap his hand from his cock.

‘i’m going to suck your cock, you’re going to eat my pussy. is that understood?’ i plant my dripping pussy right over his face.

‘yes ma’am,’ he replies obediently and i lower myself onto him.

he licks and sucks on my clit like a starved man, i grind myself into his face and lean forward, taking his strained dick in my mouth. i take him into my mouth and hum around him, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat but i don’t scold him. with the way he is devouring my pussy i don’t want to stop him. he moans against my clit, hands on my hips, digging into them. he’s holding me down, almost as if he didn’t id pull away. i’m still working on his cock when i cum on his tongue, a moan escapes my lips, sending vibrations down his cock. he’s still sucking and licking on my pussy, sending me into overdrive. i take him deep in my mouth one more time before his nails dig into my hips and he jerks forward one more time, emptying himself into my mouth. i swallow everything and give him a few more sucks before pulling away from his dick with a pop.

‘you did so good baby,’ i say, trying to lift up from his mouth, his hands are still gripped into my hips and his mouth is still working on my pussy.

‘Oliver, let go or i’ll make you cum another three times,’ i warn.

he lets out a groan and lets me get off of his face. it’s all glossy in the dim light of the lamp and it makes me chuckle.

‘you look pretty,’ he comments, head tilting to the side.

‘you look slimy,’ i crinkle my nose.

he laughs but pulls me down into him, kissing me.

i can taste myself on him and i’d be surprised if he couldn’t taste himself. regardless of whether he could or not he continued kissing me like his life depended on it. only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

‘thank you for taking care of my y/n,’ he gives me another short kiss before getting up to wash his face in our bathroom.

i follow him a moment later to brush my teeth. we don’t speak til we are back in bed, facing each other.

‘you truly are my favourite thing in this entire world,’ he moves a strand of hair out of my face, ‘i love you so much.’

‘i love you too,’ i move closer and give him a long kiss, ‘goodnight baby.’

i turn around and turn the lamp off, Oliver moves closer to me and we fall asleep spooning once again. this time not waking up til morning.

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THANK YOU @lovandr FOR HELPING ME WRITE THE FIRST SECTION AND ALSO BEING THE PERSON WHO READS ALL MY STUFF BEFORE I POST. I LOVE YOU 😚😚

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alaritheaurora · 6 months

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I constantly have it in my mind that Gillion is three years older than Chip. Gillion, yes, Gillion mother fucking Tidestrider, is the oldest of the albatrio.

It's funny on a base level, Gillion is oldest yet the others need to babysit him. Gillion is the oldest but he knows the least. Haha.

It's less funny if you think about Chip being 8 years old, happy with the black rose pirates and then Gillion. Gillion who is eleven and training to be a weapon for others.

It's less funny if you think about Jay, 12 and spending time with her mom and sister. Gillion, 13, who can't remember his mom and almost expects his sister's hugs to hurt because the only contact he gets is hit over the head for failing again.

Chip, 14, Jay, 16, able to act out and cause trouble, because they're teenagers, why not goof around? And then Gillion, who's 17 and told to be an adult and act like it. But he can't change how he acts, because being mature has always been the standard expectation, he doesn't know how to be an adult when that's already what he's been his whole life.

Chip, 18 and he is scared to kill someone because killing is bad. Jay, 20 and her sister is dead and she is heartbroken. Gill, 21 and he is already used to killing, and he never sees his sister anyways, and he ruins his life. He ruins his life doing wha he thought was right, doing what they taught him to do.

Gillion is three years older than Chip, a year older than Jay. And it seems insignificant until you think about those years being stolen from him. It took Gillion 22 years to be free. Chip was free off and on, he had a childhood, Jay was never held back, she had a childhood.

Gillion didn't.

#jrwi #jrwi gillion #gillion tidestrider #jrwi jay #jay ferin #jay #just roll with it gillion #jrwi chip #chip #jrwi riptide #i am feral #he is so not okay #none of them are #character study #i am crazy about these fuckers #eating them #putting in my mouth and chewing

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hishoi · 1 month

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OK BUT WAS I THE ONLY PERSON WHO JUST NOW REALISED EYE OF EDEN IS LITERALLY SUCH A CLEVER NAME.

The eye of the storm: the calmest place in a storm, the middle of a tornado.

Eden: paradise (the garden of eden)

THE EYE OF EDEN MEANS THAT IT'S THE MOST DANGEROUS PLACE IN PARADISE.

#IT JUST HIT ME #how did i not notice this before #this is so clever #i am feral #sky cotl #sky children of the light #sky: cotl #thatskygame #that sky game #eye of eden

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thatrandomblogsays · 4 months

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I’ve got a story that’ll make you percabeth girlies go feral:

My closest friend has an anxious/avoidant attachment style. So constant fear that people don’t really love her. I once asked her if she ever doubted that I cared about her. Her response?

“No, you’ve always been so open and aggressive in expressing your love that I can never doubt it.” 🥹

& that’s how I see Annabeth & Percy’s friendship going. Congrats to Annabeth for making a friend that’ll love you unconditionally, warts and all, you deserve it.

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jaycee05 · 2 months

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JUST LOOK AT HIM

❤️🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥺🥰🥺💀❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😍😍😍😍😊💋🪽💕💖

#hazbin hotel #adam x reader #adam #hazbin hotel adam #dickmaster #cutie pie #my babygirl #i am feral #for this man

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quintessential-candles · 4 months

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Sometimes it hits me that Neil started putting Andrew over exy during The Raven King. He knew it was possible that the foxes would get disqualified if Andrew went to Easthaven, but he encouraged Betsy anyway because he knew it was what Andrew needed. Neil Josten, who had been fighting for the past few months only to play exy immediately, was willing to give it all up so that Andrew could get sober. Because he already cared, and he knew Andrew wouldn’t care, Andrew wouldn’t be grateful, Andrew wouldn’t be sorry. But he didn’t care. It was what Andrew needed. And he was ready to sacrifice it all for that.

#I am feral #I am feral i love them #Andreil #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the kings men #the raven king #all for the gay #neil josten #andrew minyard #I’m sorry yttd and homesick mutuals #Dialtown mutuals I am not sorry you know what you did

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the-travelling-bitch · 1 year

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Imagine riding bachira’s thigh😭

And after you make a mess on him he gives u a reward😳

nonnie you can’t make me this horny on a normal wednesday you absolutely can and absolutely should

first of all, imagine the thighs on this man, i’m not okay, so unwell over this ㅠㅠ

[gn!reader]

and now imagine, walking up to him sitting on your couch, legs spread and arm slung over the back rest while he watches the replay of his last game

and you know you shouldn’t disturb him but you’re just so pent up after being away from your boyfriend for so long, so you quietly slip onto his lap and tell yourself being close to him will be enough

but with the way his arms sneak around your waist and the scent of his body wash flood your senses you just can’t help but squirm around where you sit, trying to create some sort of friction against your core

“hmm, what’s this? did somebody miss me that much?” you know you’re in for it now, if bachira’s teasing tone and the mischievous glint in bright eyes is anything to go by

but much to your shock he just repositions you to sit on one of his thighs and it clicks what he wants from you; when you stare up at him to see if he means it, you’re only greeted by his grin before his eyes fix on the tv once more

it’s embarrassing, frankly, to move yourself over his thigh alone but once he shifts underneath you just a little and the fabric of his sweats drags against you, all doubt is thrown out of the window as you try to find a pace that satisfies your need

but apparently it’s not enough for bachira; he wants to see you fall apart on his muscles and you’re just not getting there fast enough; without so much as sparing you a glance, two strong hands grab at your hips and start dragging you along his thigh, pushing you down harder and making you ball his shirt in your fists “come on, baby, you want to feel good right? don’t you think it’s much better like this?”

you’re mindlessly nodding along, stuttering incoherent sentences as you fall forwards, head resting against his shoulder as you pant into the side of his neck; you can feel your orgasm approaching, your stomach twisting together in pleasure

on of his hands leaves your hip in order to toy with your most sensitive spot as he sharply bounces his leg, making a delicious shiver run up your spine as you moan freely into his ear

you’d think he’s unbothered by the show you’re putting on but the way you’re whimpering and whining so sweetly while your own thighs shake and clamp around his as you cum has his cock twitching in his sweats

so it’s really no surprise that you’re fully pulled into his lap once again after you’ve calmed down a little, golden eyes sparkling down at you as bachira bucks his hips up into you despite your sensitivity

“practice round is over, let’s see you put those skills to use~”